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The king and the archbishop. Years ago, they were lonely souls, two beings with only a few others to call family or friends. The woman resigned herself to a life of solitude, while the man lived only to fight as a wandering mercenary. Yet over the course of five-and-a-half years, several twists of fate had brought them together, and love had bloomed between them.
They expressed their love in numerous ways. Sometimes, they would have tea parties together, just like they did all those years ago. Occasionally, they would go dancing with one another. Though not the most skilled of dancers, at least they could laugh and enjoy the company with one another, even if they messed up a move or two. Some days, they were content to watch the sunrises and sunsets together, where no words needed to be spoken. Simply being able to hold each other's hands and watch the beauty of nature was enough. And many nights, after the arduous hours of governing work, they just wanted to return home and cuddle together, the warmth of each other's bodies comforting them to sleep.
But other times, they did want more. They wanted intimacy unmatched by anyone or anything. The bedroom was where they would find such an opportunity. In the privacy of their quarters, the royal duo was able to strip down and bare themselves to one another, unafraid of judgement. They were with each other. Safe. Accepted. In this moment, they had nothing to fear.
The archbishop's face flushed as she felt her lover make his first move. But he didn't reach for her breasts, hips, or backside. Rather, he reached for her face and moved her hair to the side, revealing the pointed ears that she had long kept hidden from the world. Others would see these ears and give quizzical looks at best. At worst… she didn't even want to think about that. Yet the king was not disturbed. Instead, he cupped her ear in his hand and smiled. In his eyes, she was beautiful, just the way she was. Her flushed face quickly turned into an expression of unfiltered joy, very nearly tearing up from the sentiment. Words could not describe how thankful she felt for his support and care, but actions of intimacy would definitely suffice.
Ready to deepen that intimacy, the king kissed his wife more as he lay down on the master bed, watching with anticipation as his queen climbed on top of him. Within a moment, she had sunken her moist sex onto his member, summoning moans from the two of them. At once, a blaze fueled their bodies as the priestess began to move her body. Slowly, yet sensually. Passionately, but not animalistically. Desperately, yet not overwhelmingly so. It was their night, their moment, their time to make love.
The king loved having his wife above him; he was able to admire her more easily this way. He could pleasure her soundly and worship her like the goddess she deserved to be. Her soft skin that brushed against his lap. Her supple chest that bounced ever so slightly with each motion of her hips. Her emerald hair that almost glowed in the candlelight. In his eyes, she was radiance and grace incarnate. As she grinded on him, his hands wandered towards her hips, then slowly crept up to her stomach. He traced the outline of her belly, a particularly sensitive spot she had, which made her elicit small laughter in between her moans. Eventually, his hands settled snugly into hers, fingers folded into each other. She was immaculate, and he was so grateful to call her his wife. He couldn't see his expression, but the king could feel his cheeks heating up and his face contorting into a wide grin as she continued to ride him.
The archbishop loved seeing her husband like this. Blushing, happy, lustful, and loving, all for her. The perfect mix of adorable and handsome. In time, she brought her whole body down and lay completely on top of him, their chests pressed together, their faces so close. They both knew what to do next; the flurry of kisses came in earnest, deep and sensual. The red-hot blush the lovers felt in their faces grew in intensity, as well as the excited breathing between them. The king could not restrain himself for long and began rolling his hips upwards. He did his best to match the rhythm of the archbishop's motions so that he could hit deeper into her depths.
The king was in absolute bliss. On his back, a comfortable bed, warm and cozy. On his front, the woman he cherished with every ounce of his soul. All he could do now was wrap his arms around her and bring his wife closer, her softness pressing against him even more. When they weren't entangling their tongues, they were squeaking out sweet nothings and words of praise and affirmation for one another. Whatever heaven awaited him in the afterlife, it couldn't compare to the euphoria he felt now.
Likewise, the queen was in pure ecstasy. Having her husband so close, the one who stood by her side for over half a decade, and the man who took her as she was and revered her not as an archbishop, but as a woman. She felt safe being able to lay on his well-defined chest, embraced in his strong arms. And that feeling of safety, on top of his girth massaging her lower regions, surged her pleasure higher and higher.
It didn't take long for the sensations to overwhelm them both, especially the king. His breaths turned into brisk pants, the heat building within his body grew warmer, and his member began throbbing more and more. He clutched onto his wife tighter, more desperately, knowing he was rapidly approaching his limit. The archbishop could see it in his eyes as well, but she didn't have to say anything to him. All she did was nuzzle him closer and smile, signaling that she would hold on to him, no matter what. It was the last bit of affection he needed to send him into his orgasm. All of his tension was released as he came hard, powerfully. He moaned and sputtered into the crook of the queen's neck as he spilled his load inside of her. He rocked and pumped all he could, desperate to hang on to whatever senses he still had.
The feel of her husband's warm seed flooding her womanhood forced the archbishop to come just as hard, shutting her eyes tight and shuddering from the sensation. Her climax shook her to her core and overwhelmed her with white-hot pleasure, but also appreciation. Appreciation for the king who cared for her so fervently. Even as she unraveled into complete euphoria, she was wrapped and held close in the arms of her husband, who's climax also left him on cloud nine.
Laying together in the afterglow of their lovemaking, the couple could only exchange deep breaths of satisfaction and looks of devotion. Before they drifted away into their sleep, they could only muster up the energy for one simultaneous phrase.
"I love you so much."