King Jorus and his new bride, Queen Tyrae, had just finished their evening meal. As the staff was clearing the table, Jorus decided there was still enough daylight left for the two to have a walk amongst the grounds. “My Dear”, he began politely, “it’s been a lovely day thus far. Let’s go for a walk. I want to show you the grounds out back.” Tyrae mulled it over for a moment and agreed. Jorus smiled and walked over to her and escorted her from her seat. He placed her small, gentle hand into his and helped her up as they exited the large dining hall.
As the sun was setting, the two arrived at Jorus’ favorite spot, a small pond just beyond the garden and led his wife to a bench beneath an old oak tree. She took her seat next to him, curled up on the bench and placed her head on his broad shoulder. They watched the sun begin to disappear behind the horizon when she asked him something that had puzzled her since they reunited during the war. “Jorus”, she began. “If I may be so bold, why did you vehemently insist I marry you so when you passed through my village? I mean, we only knew each other briefly when we both labored at the forge several years ago, but we both had other lovers at the time. Why then?”
Jorus sat for a moment in his thoughts. He knew that this was a question that would be asked, but he didn’t expect it to come so soon. As he stared off into the distance, the words finally came to him. “Well, when I was first introduced to you, I was blown away by your beauty. As the proceeding days wore on I realized your mind and your wit also drew me in. But as I was coming to the point that I no longer stand to be just acquaintances with you, you left. The next couple years, I thought often of you and came to the conclusion that you were never meant to be. Then came the war. As we camped in your village and you found me, I knew that if I didn’t do anything to keep from losing you again, I’d regret it. I asked you to marry me because I’ve loved you since we first met. It may appear as if I put you in an uncomfortable position, but you agreeing gave me something worth fighting for, apart from overthrowing the tyrants, of course.”
Jorus’ words shocked Tyrae. No man had ever said anything like that to her. No man had ever expressed devotion to her, nor complimented her beauty. Without thinking, she threw herself at her husband and eagerly kissed him. He reciprocated with equal vigor as their lips met in hunger. Jorus forced his tongue into Tyrae’s soft mouth, both swirling in lust. Jorus began to suck on Tyrae’s neck while his hand reached into her gown and grabbed one of her small, pert breasts, causing her to moan. His touch felt electric as pulses of pleasure flowed through her body. Tyrae felt an urge come over her as she was being devoured by her new husband; for once in her life she didn’t feel like she was being treated like prey, for once she was going to be the hunter.
Tyrae pulled free from Jorus. She stood before him and removed her gown throwing it down onto the ground in a heap. Jorus was shocked by her behavior. Gone was his delicate flower, replaced by a feral woman. The look he had in his eyes when their marriage was finally consummated earlier was now in hers. She tugged onto the waist of his trousers until they were down to his ankles, freeing his cock. She grabbed onto it and consumed it into her mouth as if she was starving. Jorus threw back his head in equal parts shock and pleasure as Tyrae bobbed her head on his cock, slurping up the precum that formed out, her hand rapidly moving along his slick shaft. He felt like he wouldn’t last much longer until Tyrae ceased and climbed on top of him. She rubbed his head against her opening until her pussy was lubricated enough to impale herself onto him. Jorus cried out to the gods as she lowered herself onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and began to grind her hips into his. She yelped and buried her face into his neck as he grabbed onto her ample backside. He picked her up and used her pussy to jack himself off when her legs grew tired. “Please, Jorus, make me yours again. I want you to fill me. Please”, she begged as her first orgasm hit. Jorus could feel himself beginning to explode as Tyrae pleaded. “Please, fill me. Give me your seed. I want to mother your child, Sir”. With that admission, Jorus gave a mighty grunt and exploded in Tyrae’s cunt, filling her womb with several hot ropes.
As they sat in post-coital bliss recovering, the reality of the situation set in. Looking deep into one another’s eyes, they both began to chuckle innocently. “So you really want to be the mother of the heir to my throne?” he asked amused. “Of course. Who wouldn’t?” she answered assuredly. Jorus smiled as he stroked her hair. He kissed her and recommended they put their clothes back on and return to the palace. Nightfall was approaching and the mosquitoes that time of year were a nuisance.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/njk0ut/the_making_of_an_heir_pt_2