Paladin 4: Chapter 5

Darren took things slowly for Thalia’s wedding night. It was her first time, and his usual bedroom activities weren’t the kind of thing a woman could just jump into.

Cassandra had wanted to induct Thalia into their little family the same way she’d inducted Asuriel, but Darren had told her to wait on that. Thalia was an Empress, and it would be best to keep things normal for a little while until her workload died down a little.

So after the last part of their ceremony was over, Darren swept Thalia off her feet. He carried her like the princess she was back to the royal chambers, with side doors leading into the chambers of the imperial harem nearby. This bedroom belonged to her father once, but Cassandra had everything refurnished, so it was unfamiliar to Thalia.

“I didn’t know the servants redecorated the place,” Thalia said.

“I need special beds,” Darren replied. And usually other special furniture as well, given his size and the abuse his activities usually put furniture through.

“I heard rumors...” Thalia said nervously. “Uhm... is this going to hurt? Truth be told, some things Cassandra’s been saying have me worried. My skill has constructed what it calls a three-dimensional model of you and... well... I’m not sure I can take you.”

Darren gave her a pat on the cheek. “We can go as slow as you’d like.”

Thalia nodded. Then, with the air of an empress, she lifted her chin and pulled back her shoulders. “So, my royal husband, how do you want me?”

Darren reached for her collarbone, fingers tickling the tender skin there. He used tendrils of Divine Aura to worm behind her back and work at the knots holding her clothes on. He brushed one corner of the dress over Thalia’s shoulder, leaving it bare and sending her blushing.

She looked terribly cute, trying her best to look like an empress, even at a time like this. Her hair was tied back in a neat bun, except for a few artfully placed swooping curls. Her bright white dress gave her a vibrant look when coupled with the black and silver colors of the Blackwind Empire. The tiara rested on her brow, weighing her down more than such a dainty thing should have.

Darren reached for the other shoulder and swept her dress aside. He tugged on the knots at her back. The entire thing tumbled to the ground.

“Do you... like what you see?” Thalia asked, face bashful and hopeful. Her hands were creeping up to cover herself, but she grabbed one wrist with the other and forced her wandering hands to her sides.

Darren smiled. “Very much.”

“How... how do you want me?” Thalia asked.

“I will take care of that.” Darren grabbed Thalia, scooped her up, and gently placed her down on the bed.

Thalia grabbed her thighs, pulling them up toward her head as she revealed the folds of her womanhood. Darren knelt over her, sticking a thumb in her mouth to dampen it and then spreading those folds to reveal the hot and hard little bead waiting within. He stroked it a few times, and Thalia’s spine arched backward in anticipation.

Darren chuckled to himself. He’d forgotten how quick his lovers had been to climax when they were just holy adepts like Thalia was now. Thalia might not have the stamina to satisfy him, but playing with her for a while would still be a lot of fun.

He kissed her on the lips, hands roaming up and down her body. Thalia’s eyes were locked on him. She was nervous and wasn’t really sure what to do, so Darren decided the first order of business was to help her relax.

He stroked her hair, her stomach, her inner thighs, and her chest. His tongue flickered across her nipples, which already stuck straight up into the air despite the warmth of the hearth in their bed chambers.

Thalia moaned softly, still gripping her knees. Darren reached to the folds of her pussy again and felt her wetness had redoubled. A small smile crept onto his face as he watched Thalia writhe under his touch. It reminded him of Sasha when she was aroused—that hint of desperation mixed with lusty pleasure.

His hands roamed further south until he found the source of Thalia’s excitement. With a gentle flick of his fingers, he made her moan louder. He knew where to find the spot inside her that caused her to shiver uncontrollably. He flicked it again, and Thalia gasped and whimpered, writhing underneath him.

A cute virgin empress stood no chance against Darren’s touch. He hadn’t even used his more powerful abilities, and she was already falling to pieces. If he put her through what he and Cassandra had done that morning, her poor mind and body would be completely overwhelmed.

With a grin, he brought his lips closer to her clit and lapped at it with his tongue. Thalia screamed, her legs kicking as waves of ecstasy washed over her, and she lost her grip on them. Her cries filled the room and echoed throughout the halls outside. It seemed she would be as loud as Cassandra. At least nobody would doubt whether or not Darren had consummated his marriage.

Darren continued licking and sucking at Thalia’s sensitive bud as she came apart beneath him. After a few minutes, he pulled away and lifted her hips so he could slip two fingers into her dripping hole. She was oh-so-tight, so much so that Darren could tell there was no way his cock was going to fit inside there.

After a few thrusts, he went from two fingers to three, and that filled Thalia up to maximum capacity. He withdrew, enjoying the tight squeeze he created in her insides as he did. He moved his fingers out, and eventually, with Thalia’s screams fading to whimpers, he removed them altogether and flipped her over so that she lay in his lap with her back pressed against his chest.

“S-shouldn’t you take your penis out now?” Thalia asked uncertainly.

“Are you certain you’re ready for that?” Darren asked.

Thalia bit her lip and nodded. “I’m ready.”

Darren shifted his hips and pulled his pants down, revealing his massive cock. It sprang free of his pants and revealed its full, gargantuan size.

Thalia’s jaw dropped open, and her eyes were wide in a combination of amazement and fright. His tip stretched from below her legs to past her belly button, and its girth was as thick around as her fist.

“A-are they supposed to be that large?” Thalia shifted nervously. “I’m certain it didn’t look that big when you were fucking Cassandra.”

“It looks bigger up close.”

“I think you’ve understated things,” Thalia replied, biting her lower lip. “You’re bigger than most of the stallions in the stables.”

“I’m sure there are men bigger than me somewhere.” Darren shrugged.

Thalia cast him a doubtful look over her shoulder.

“How in the Seven Hells does Cassandra take something like that?” Thalia wondered, fear returning to her voice as she touched Darren’s shaft and pressed it against her stomach, and saw how far it would reach. “It looks like it would rearrange my intestines. And yet Cassandra claims she can take the entire thing?”

Darren nodded. “She can. As to how...” he shrugged. “Perhaps her Divine Aura made her body special.”

“You’re saying Cassandra has a magic cunt?”

Darren made a noncommittal noise.

“Did she always have a magic cunt?” Thalia asked, suddenly intrigued.

“Not always,” Darren replied. “She gained it when she became more powerful.”

Thalia shook her head and laughed. “Well, I suppose I finally found out what motivates Cass to work hard. But to be honest, Darren, I don’t think I can take something like this. You’d split me in half!”

Darren nodded. “I can make it smaller if you’d like.”

“Like... softer?” Thalia asked.

Darren focused his Divine Aura, and bit by bit his mighty shaft shrank. It went from as thick as her fist to slightly above-average length and girth.

“Okay, now I know most men aren’t able to do that.” Thalia’s brows were raised in surprise.

“They simply haven’t needed to learn how,” Darren replied. “When I became stronger, I started getting too big for some of my women. I developed this skill to compensate.”

“That’s incredible...” Thalia whispered in fascination. She poked the tip of Darren’s cock, and it bobbed between her thighs. A few drops of slick juice dripped onto it from between her legs.

“Come here,” Darren said, lifting Thalia’s hips off the bed with a hand on her backside and turning her over to her stomach. This was usually the easiest position, so it would hopefully be comfortable enough for Thalia’s first time.

Darren rubbed the base of his cock across the opening of her pussy before sliding it into her. He used his Divine Aura tendrils to spread her lips wide, exposing her pink inner flesh for him to see. He pushed forward, making her cry out from the sudden intrusion.

“I’m okay, keep going,” Thalia urged.

Darren stroked the small of her back, letting her get used to him for a bit. He kissed her shoulder before continuing. He took care to move more slowly than usual, since Thalia was so inexperienced.

Thalia was silent as he slid into her, but Darren felt her muscles tighten as he got deeper into her. Her soft inner walls clenched around him as he reached the end of her. He stopped there and held her in place. He waited until Thalia relaxed before pushing in again, working himself in a little at a time. The sound of skin smacking together and their wetness mixing with the heat and warmth of the hearth and bed was almost deafening. The only sounds that broke through were Thalia’s gasps and moans.

Darren was gentle at first, but he soon felt Thalia’s body respond to him, so he picked up the pace. The bed creaked and groaned with every stroke. He was using his hands to caress Thalia’s back and buttocks, causing the empress to shudder and moan. The pressure built inside him, and the strain grew on his shoulders.

Darren leaned over, wrapping his fingers around one of her nipples beneath her, and Thalia screamed loudly. She arched backward and thrust her hips toward him with renewed strength. It seemed like she was determined to take him all the way despite his attempts to be gentle.

He chuckled to himself as he watched her struggle to contain herself. She had to know she wouldn’t last much longer. He kept stroking her back until she settled down.

With a loud gasp, Thalia came apart underneath him with a series of short, high-pitched shrieks. She thrashed in his arms as she climaxed, screaming loudly. She was still shaking from the release when Darren began thrusting faster. More sensitive than ever, she bucked against him. Soon, a second orgasm was riding on the heels of the first.

With Cassandra or his other women, Darren would only consider this a warmup, but with Thalia, this was already taking her all. He pushed himself, fighting to reach his own climax faster than usual so he wouldn’t wear his new bride out on their first night together. Like flipping a mental trigger, he focused and pushed himself over the edge.

Thalia screamed loudly as he slammed his hips against her ass and shot his seed deep into her womb. His hands roamed over her body, and his lips found hers. His kiss was tender and affectionate, and it melted the tension and worry away.

“Well... that was nice,” Thalia panted. “So, do we do this every night or something?”

“Was?” Darren cocked his head askance. “We can take a break if you need it. But we are only getting started.”

***

With his weddings finally finished, not even Cassandra’s insatiable lust could keep Darren in the capital much longer. He stayed an extra day or two because of it, but only that. After that, the two newlyweds were busy planning their honeymoon, and Darren could finally seek out some action with his real body.

All the adventures his other selves were having had been getting him a bit fired up, and he was ready for an adventure of his own. But first, it was time to return to Limedeep. He wanted to check in on Callum and the city.

On the way there, he flew over the fortress of Rarekshold. Rarek had been a bandit lord and a cultist who terrorized these lands until Darren’s arrival. After Darren killed him, three of his four children terrorized these lands even further when they fought over their father’s legacy. Only his youngest daughter, Turiel, seemed to care for the people who lived in the area. And so, after Darren cleared out the three children, he left taking care of these lands to Turiel.

It had been some time since he’d checked in with her. Truthfully, the poor girl had been quite nervous around him, so he’d kept his distance. He got reports from Callum every so often about how the settlement here was doing, and by all accounts, Turiel had been managing it well. But there was nothing quite like stopping by to see things for himself, so it was time for an in-person visit.

Flying low over the town of Rarekshold, Darren spotted the stone tower that marked Turiel’s home. Darren touched down near the tower. His arrival hadn’t gone unnoticed, and already some of Turiel’s militia were coming out to greet him.

Turiel’s militia were even weaker than her father’s bandits had been, but that was because they weren’t warriors. They were farmers and craftsmen who took up their weapons only when they needed to defend their homes, though now that Limedeep’s guards and armies had pacified the area, the crude wooden clubs and improvised weapons were more symbolic than anything else.

Darren greeted them, and they bowed at his approach.

“Your majesty, King Darren! It is an honor to host you! Lady Turiel has been notified of your arrival,” the militia man said. “This must be a good place for you flying folk to touch down. Lady Turiel usually meets Lord Callum here. In fact, he was the one I was waiting for.”

“I’ve heard good things from Callum,” Darren replied with a nod. “But I want to see things for myself.”

“If you wish to speak to our mistress, please come this way,” the militia member said, bowing again before leading Darren toward Turiel’s home.

As they approached, they passed a few buildings. All looked to be fairly normal. The wooden shacks were in a better state than they’d been in when Darren saw them last, which was a testament to Turiel’s stable leadership.

Before, when bandits ruled this fortress, nobody bothered to build good houses. Anything too nice was liable to be taken from them at the point of a sword. But now that someone was upholding the rule of law, people had good reason to build homes and shops they could be proud of.

Darren and the militia man approached the main tower. The windows and door were already open, inviting anyone who pleased inside.

“Lady Turiel!” the militia man called out as they reached her door. “You have visitors!”

“You can drop the lady, Elmrick,” a voice came from inside the tower. “No noble blood flows through me.”

A moment later, Turiel appeared, her long brown hair flowing over her shoulders as she smiled widely and stepped forward to meet Darren. She wore a plain dress. Nobody catching her on the streets would guess she was in charge of this town.

The smile was a little too wide to be natural, and her brows twitched with worry. She was nervous.

“It’s been a while,” Darren said in greeting.

“Your majesty, it is an honor to host you in this humble town. I don’t keep servants, but I will recruit a dozen right now to ensure your stay is comfortable,” Lady Turiel began. “I wasn’t aware you were coming for an inspection, but I would be happy to show you around.”

But Darren held his hand up and shook his head. “I only wanted to see Rarekshold for myself.”

She sighed with relief and nodded in understanding. She led him through the doorway. His entrance here was already a lot quieter than last time, and he’d already eased her worst fears.

They walked through the small foyer into what had once been a place to pile stolen booze, and the chamber still smelled of wine to prove it. Now, Turiel had been using it as her office as she helped administrate the town. Darren glanced at the paper she was working on. They were property records of who owned what house and land, just like what Cassandra did in Limedeep.

“Those are our local records,” Lady Turiel replied when she followed Darren’s gaze. “You are welcome to look through them if you like. Everything is done fairly and equitably, though. I’ve brought our settlement into alignment with the same laws you use in Limedeep.”

Darren nodded. “It seems you have things well in hand. I’ll be continuing on to Limedeep now.”

But just as he did, he sensed someone in the air he hadn’t expected to see until he returned to Limedeep.

“Turiel! Turiel! I’ve returned again, this time with your favorite roses,” Callum’s voice echoed out from the sky above.

Turiel’s face turned pale when she glanced at Darren, and all the nervousness he’d eased from her body returned threefold.

“I didn’t think he would come again so soon...” Turiel muttered to herself. “I swear, his inspections are legitimate! I know how this must look for you, but I would not seduce your messenger to avoid your wrath. Far from it. He was the one who...”

Callum burst into the tower a moment later, flying right through the open window. His body was far bigger since becoming a paladin, so the motion was rather awkward as he tried to shove his shoulders through the narrow frame. He was lucky his ability to fly came from a skill rather than from archpaladin wings because if he had wings, he never would have made it through at all.

“Turiel, forgive me, but I could not stay away... eh, Darren?” Callum nearly fell back out the window he was climbing through. Darren reached out and grabbed him, pulling him through.

Callum collapsed to the ground, and Darren stood over both Turiel and Callum with his arms crossed. The two had blushes on their faces and glued their eyes to the ground.

“Ah... Darren... I suppose it looks like I’ve been using my position of power to force one of your subordinates into being my lover, but...”

Darren shook his head. “My apologies for intruding. Do as you please. I will walk the town on my own.”

Bashful and shaken, the two didn’t recover until Darren closed the tower door behind him. Darren shook his head. Really, what were the two so nervous about? Was love such a scary thing to them?

He chuckled, happy that they both had found someone. From the looks he’d caught them casting one another, this relationship was a recent development. Darren was curious how long it would last. Still, it looked like the two of them were happy for the moment, and that was what mattered.

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All my protagonists end up having to find a way to shrink their dicks with magic. It's the opposite of what I would want, and yet it keeps happening!

Maybe for Amazon Apocalypse I can give Carter an ability that opens portals inside any woman he sleeps with. Idk, still brainstorming.