Somehow the impossible had been achieved. My father's will had been broken.
How long after his visit to our room it had been I was not sure, but he had summoned Torin before the whole court and he had pronounced the destruction of all the temples of the land, with all their statues and figurines located among the people to be confiscated and burned as well. Not only that, but all slaves were to be released and under armed escorts they were to be escorted safely back to Ar'mora.
I was going with them, but when that would be I was not sure. I had no wish to leave the lands of my birth, but my place was with my husband.
I put aside packing for the moment and went to the balcony of my room and looking out into the intense sunshine that had returned to the land at my father's pronouncements I witnessed the last temple being raised to the ground. It fell as both Ticongan and former slave alike tugged on the lead ropes attached to its pillars.
A large cloud of dust rose up and of all things it began to rain. Rain was falling from a cloudless sky and in a way it seemed as if it was washing away the sins of the past.
Gazing through the waves of rain falling down I beheld with astonishment that it actually was! The fallen stones of the temples were dissolving away as I watched and yet the buildings of the city remained untouched!
Yet one more miracle was occurring to testify to my people, as to who they should serve as God, was being set out before them.
"It is incredible is it not?" Came the sound of my father's voice from close by.
I jumped completely startled and turned to behold my father standing, but a few feet away contemplatively gazing at the rain dissolving away the darkness of the past. His gaze drifted from the dissolving temples to the open packs lying about the room.
"You are leaving with the Ar'morians?" He said by way of the obvious.
"Yes." I said softly.
He nodded, but then looking me directly in the eye with a clearness of expression I hadn��t seen in years he said, "You were right. Everything you said. Thank you for being you and for helping to usher forth this change."
I wanted to hug him, but I refrained from doing so. He glanced down then and said, "I want you to stay Haquara."
My heart ached to say yes, but I knew where my place was. Then to my surprise, he looked up to me to say with sincerity, "I want you both to stay. The change that is needed to occur in our people isn't accomplished in a day. It will take time and such a union as yours with this brave Ar'morian Prince could be just what is needed to lead the effort to achieving that change and making it a lasting one. I feel very strongly on this Haquara." He said with meaning and I read the willingness to change in his eyes.
Truly, this moment was the greatest miracle of all. Softly I said, "I believe you father. I will speak to Torin, but the decision is his to make."
Father nodded and smiled softly as he said, "Your mother would have loved to see the way you are now. She feared you would never find happiness with a man, because you had too much of the conqueror within you to either willingly submit or put the interests of another before your own."
I glanced down as memories of my mother came to me and softly admitted, "It hasn't been easy."
Father nodded, but then again said, "She would be proud of you, as indeed so am I. You have shown me that you are indeed fit for leadership, which is why I have stepped down as King."
I gasped out loud and reaching forward to grasp his arm I asked uncertainly, "Father?"
He shook his head and said, "I have much to learn and surely you have passed me in both understanding and wisdom. You will make an excellent Queen and your mate a righteous King. The blended nature of your offspring will bring peace at last to both Ticonga and Ar'mora and foster ties of brotherhood between us. It is a good thing. I have already spoken with Torin and I asked him to let me speak to you first and before anything else is said I wish to express how sorry I am for how I... I turned my back on you. I... I am sorry. I..." The sight of big tears falling down my father's cheeks sent me into his arms that folded around me as tightly as they once had and with tears of my own I hugged him back and said, "I forgive you! I love you father!"
He hugged me even tighter and we stayed that way for a long time before drawing back. Questioningly I asked with curiosity, "Torin was accepting of what you proposed?"
Father shrugged and said, "He seemed to already possess knowledge that I would ask it of him. He is willing and truly with all prejudices laid aside, I can say he will make a far better leader of our people than I ever could."
I started to object to that, but holding up one finger, he said as he drew back from me, "No lies, you know it is the truth."
My mouth stayed shut and with fondness I watched my father leave. On the way out he stopped and glanced at a box I had left in a drawer.
I knew what the box contained and I felt myself blush as he reached into the drawer and picked up the box. He turned to me and I wished to look anywhere but at his eyes, but dutifully I held his gaze as once more I felt like a young girl being censored most often by my mother.
My father's face was hard to read, but his words were direct, "As a people we have traditions. Now, as of late many of them have been shown lacking and in need of change, but the duty of a Ticongan woman to be fully possessed by her husband is not one of them."
Dutifully, I nodded. Coming closer father pressed the box into my hands and leaning forward, he kissed me on the forehead.
I glanced up to him and with a soft smile he said, "Stop fighting and embrace this new woman that I've seen you become and yes I know it is easier said than done."
I gave him a look and laughing deeply he backed away and left the room. I stayed where I was for a moment and then I moved forward and set the box down on a dresser.
I hadn't opened it in over ten years, which coincided with the death of my mother. It had been she who had insisted on the use of what the box contained.
Expelling my breath I opened the box and gazed at its contents that I had loathed as a teenage girl. Now however it was with a selfless desire to please both my father and pleasure my man that I reached into the box and withdrew the smallest of the three items that it contained.
Going to the door of my room, I closed it and locked it as I was in severe need of privacy.
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Laying down upon the bed, I stared up with pleasure at the sight of my husband's arousal for me as he moved onto the bed and parted my legs with one of his knees. His fingers stroked into my wetness that was all just for him and I rose my hips up against his palm with a groan.
Breathy voiced I asked, "So how does it feel to be a king?"
A measure of concern marred across the face of my lover as he confessed, "Stressful."
With his fingers still in me, I straightened up and supported by my arms I kissed him on the lips. Pulling back, I asked playfully, "How can I be of help Sire?"
Smiling, he said, "Just be yourself. Seriously though, I need your help to do what is needed in order to lead your people. I'm little else other than an outsider to them. I'm afraid I'm going to be facing your people and tell them to do something and nobody is going to move. What then?"
Shaking my head I said, "You underestimate yourself too much Honey. Darling my people are terrified of you!"
"Why?" Torin asked in genuine puzzlement, as if he knew I spoke the truth, but still didn't understand it.
"Oh, let me see it might have something to do with the fact that the one true God moves powerfully through you to accomplish things that they've never seen the like of before. That might have something to do with it."
His finger within me twisted, even as his thumb massaged heavily over the pleasure bud just forward of my sheath and I gasped and fell back to the bed. Gazing down at me with a playful smile Torin said, "Don't make me spank you again. Even Queens can get spanked."
I raised my hands to lay on the bed to either side of my head and melodramatically said, "I surrender to your Majesty. I live but to serve your every wish Sire. How may I serve you Master?"
Torin rolled his eyes and laughing, I pulled at him and said, "Come on!"
Chuckling Torin obliged and pulling my legs up, he gave me my wish and penetrated me deeply. I felt like purring, as he brought my feet down to rest flat against his chest, as my knees were bent back toward my breasts.
His shaft was a pleasure rod of penetrating thickness and groaning out loud, I let him know just how much I adored the feel of him in me. I gazed into his passioned face with fondness as he thrust forcefully into me.
Each deep stroke of his shaft jolted me and caused my breasts to bounce and I watched his eyes gaze upon them with desire. Reaching one foot up I massaged it against his neck to get his attention.
His eyes rose from my breasts to mine and languidly I asked, "Would my King like to learn more of the traditions of my people?"
Breathing heavy Torin paused in his thrusts into me to then say with a husky sounding voice, "No offense, but can it wait a few minutes?"
I chuckled richly and brought my foot back to his chest and with a sensual shrug of my shoulders, I said, "As you wish my King."
He stayed still within me. His eyes studied me closely, and I did nothing but give him my best sensual impression of erotic allure.
With a groan of remorse, he pulled free of me and sat back on his heels and with a heavy sigh said, "Alright the suspense is killing me. What traditions exactly do you want to tell me of?"
Rising up I kissed him on the mouth for a long moment. Pulling back, I said huskily, "Perhaps it would be best if I just showed you."
Reaching around me, I pulled a sheet covering from off the wall and revealed a large mirror that I had placed there. Torin glanced at the mirror with an eyebrow raise and then at me questioningly.
I winked at him and proceeded to turn over. Despite my desire to do this for him I felt a nervous flutter bloom within my stomach.
I tamped it down and lifted my head to gaze at my husband behind me via the mirror. The position that I had assumed was different than what he was used to. I was essentially folded over top my knees with no arch in my back at all.
His gaze lifted from my fully presented rear to gaze at me in the mirror and catching his gaze I spoke, "Among my people it is a tradition for the bridegroom to claim his wife's virginity of procreation first, but then later in the same night it is a tradition for him to claim his bride's rear entrance, as a testament of her willingness to submit to everything her husband could wish for. To prepare for this girls as they come of age are taught by their mothers to learn to relax their rear entrance so the eventual claiming of it on their wedding night will not be one of pain. I was instructed in this tradition, but I stopped in the preparation for my future husband after my mother died, that is until today. I'm ready for you Torin."
Torin's gaze fell to my bottom, even as in full submission of what was to come I reached back and gripped both halves of my bottom and pulled them fully apart to present him with my rear entrance already glistening with oil. I heard him swallow and then in a husky voice he asked, "Don't I need to uh….."
"No, I'm ready for you. The wetness on your shaft and the oil already within me is enough. Go slow at first, until I accept all of you, is all that I ask."
The bed moved then and I felt the first touch of the head of his cock at my rear entrance. Breathing heavy I heard him say, "Thank you Haquara! I've wanted this."
Something warm bloomed within me and with full concentration to please I regulated my breathing and pushed outward as the head of his shaft pressed upon my bottom's virgin entrance. It parted tightly about the head of his shaft and fighting for control I focused on being relaxed as more and more of him slid into the oiled interior of my soft skinned rear channel. This was a tradition of my people that I had always abhorred, but now in this moment here with Torin, I felt pleasure in the opening up of something private and vulnerable for him to take pleasure in.
Breathing heavy I felt him pause for a moment as I constricted tightly about him in a weak moment of poor concentration on my part. He felt absolutely huge!
The biggest of the plugs my mother had used on me was almost an equal for his girth, but the length and depth of his shaft into me was something entirely new and hard to handle. I focused again and relaxed and with a firm slide forward, he penetrated all the way into my rear.
Sweating at the effort of concentration I had exerted I let go of my fully pierced apart bottom cheeks and gripped a hold of the bed to either side of my head as his hand rubbed upon my spine reassuringly. He was a wonderful lover and the horror stories I had heard from other women about their husbands roughly and inconsiderately taking them in this way I knew would be unfounded when it came to him, even as he patiently waited to do what I knew he craved passionately to do.
Lifting my head, I gazed into his passion filled face and feeling wanton at the look of restrained desire I found there I said throatily, "Enjoy all of me my husband, even as I fulfill the tradition of my mothers before me in giving everything of myself to you."
Torin glanced down to our joining and then back up to me and said huskily, "All traditions certainly aren't created equal."
I couldn't help it, I laughed and then I moaned with surprised pleasure and clutched onto the bed as my husband slowly slid his beautiful cock in and out of my tight bottom in a claiming possession of my last virginity that I relished in the giving of. Truly it was, as the words of my Savior went, ��It is more blessed to give than to receive." Even so I was glad that my husband had taken me in hand to be more about his needs than my own.
The beauty of it though was that I was getting everything I wanted to. Again and again.
THE END