Mystikak
"Worthy, she is far from the hideous creature I've spied before fallen brother," Mystikak covered his wife, his gaze glued upon her perfect resting form, unable to tear his gaze away.
The gods had tried so hard to get rid of his wife; it had been a while since Mystikak had to put one down. All his offspring he had tried to breed with her had died by the f**king pest for a fertility goddess.
Well, she was dead sure in his error the births had dropped by half but it was his wife's life for these lowly beings across the shared realms he rather them destroyed than any more harm came to his wife, after all, they were nothing.
Gladly Mystikak would destroy them all without an ounce of remorse.
"My wife was always perfect,"
"On the inside, now she was both in and out, quite the little savage human,"
Mystikak snatched his brother with a hand. The pest didn't even bother to fight back when he began to add pressure.
"Don't damage the pretty male, he might be useful,"
Mystikak heard the sudden murmur of his wife. She had a way with saying things that he had no choice but to comply with her wishes, like a servant to its master. She still slept now, the little snores reaching his ears. He released his brother, spying as the wolf entered, and not just a simple one but a dire wolf.
He was curious as to how the hell did she find a dire wolf pup, and a red-furred golden-eyed one at that, he was sure this one was from a royal line and somehow related to that alpha but he was not sure as to how.
Where would she get a creature like this who willingly served her with full devotion? The beast in question passed him and went straight to her side dropping on all fours then closed its eyes.
The mutt would be silent thankfully instead of his home jarring howl.
"My wife is perfect now go away so I can go for round two and begin to make up for lost time,"
Mystikak snapped at his brother, who had his gaze glued to his wife, an unwavering sight to behold.
Mystikak knew that his brother wanted her, but he would need to try to win her over without his help.
For now, since she would have not accepted him as yet, Mystikak had all right to force him to leave.
His gaze slanted moving quickly and using extra strength Mystikak grabbed his brother and tossed him from the room showing no mercy snapping his fingers to repair the damage created from what he had done Mystik then slipped between the sheets where his wife laid deep in exhausted sleep parted those pretty thighs and began feasting on her core her body had already absorbed his seed and will take time to see if any took. Secretly he hoped that it didn't, because then he can work harder in the future until he did.
Beneath him his wife came alive wreathing and moaning, gasping from the pleasure Mystikak smiled making a trail with his tongue, lips and teeth up her body when he had reached her neck he was so painfully aroused that he could no longer hold back. Wedging a leg between her thighs so those thick thighs can stay open for his rod to easily enter, so that he can easily slip between that dripping honey mess. Mystikak groaned thinking yes, this was even better.
she was warmer, slicker still tight his rod was not something average.
Every woman he had f**ked was tight, but they had never made his body feel like it was on sweet fire, or as if he wanted to meld his entire soul-
being to her.
It was as if he just wanted to pass on his entire essence to her as she swelled with offspring.
Mystikak couldn't believe though that his brother had grown interested in her, still, as twins, he supposes it would have happened, eventually.
Increasing the speed of his thrust, Mystikak relished in her mewing cries, gasps and flutter of lids that were too heavy to lift presently.
Looking down at her, he thought he just wanted to f**k her harder, to go deeper... Over and over until she struggled to breathe and clung to life.
As she screamed beneath him, clawing at his back, Mystikak groaned from the jolts of pleasure, he felt stimulated from the painful scratches and the wonderful suction of her core. He could not resist his release anymore and just spilt his seed within her from the wedge he felt right now and tightening of head of his d**k. He knew he had clutched the entrance of her womb, releasing everything he had, directly flooding it just as she forced him to clench his jaw and try not to flinch when she tightened once again and then released as if finally wringing everything she could from him.
Wife, oh sweet wife... Welcome back to your dear husband.
He thought, his face transforming into a savage look as he grinned down at the limp form of his wife.
This time he could not complain inwardly because he had given her all he had pent up.
Mystikak slipped from her gain sealing her entrance with a transparent shield he then gently lifted her boneless limp form and brought her to the pool of water, even if she was out of it, cleaning her was not an issue, it was an honour to care for his wife.
This is, so she did not swell after all her health and personal care was a priority, even if before his eyes she was slowly healing.
With my brother interested, Mystikak was aware that he would be constantly nearby, giving her the extra layer of protection needed. Even if it hit a nerve, it was for the best if she died. What was the use in living?
What would have been the point of relinquishing his right as a god?
Even thinking of that, Mystikak found himself holding her close while a memory surfaced.