Oh, no, no, no... you challenged a deity, the son of a war god, and you didn't expect him to take you on the challenge? His pride alone is so powerful that if he were to let its weight settle upon the realm, it would crush it from existence! But no, this cry, this plea falls upon deaf ears as this is what you wanted.
You challenged the son of a war god, a god themselves, no less powerful and divine! To be your husband until the end of time, his father laughed at the challenge, the son you challenged simply smiled. Already having favor of you since your conception, decided to accept. Just his form is barely humanoid as he comes upon this realm of existence. His presence commanding all, let alone the strength of his will.
Appearing as a golden shell with form fitting of ancient with helm and shield in hand. Appearing as a form of radiant energy, wings that block out the sun with their span. Legs favoring that of the race of horses as this current form seems to favor the satyr shape. Body tall and lean with muscles that your mind can never truly conceive of! Wearing nothing as he is a divine walking among mortals, who is to tell him that a simple loin cloth is needed?
And let it never be said that the divines do not hold their own pride visually. As he approaches you, you see you barely reach above his ankles. Forced to stare up as the landscape quakes and what was once your humble cottage home falters. Collapsing in on itself but you cannot bring yourself to care, your eyes are on his true weapons in this new marriage.
Unlike the infernals and their lustful and cruel births, he is magnificent. A total of four spears, thicker than your body, hanging freely between his legs. Tips gently bouncing from his knees as they are all flaccid. You know, you feel it, that the wedding is already done and you two are bonded for eternity. And he is more than eager to celebrate the honey moon night.
Snapping his fingers and making the sun track back across the sky and become a rising dawn. No words are needed, no words you have a chance to say as he sets his shield and helm to the side. Getting onto his knees and hands, holding himself over you with all four spears swelling and rising with eager haste. Turning into pillars that now face you, before a gentle and tender hand lays you against the now softening ground.
Giving no chance to undress and simply pressing himself into you. His presence, his will, and his power allowing you to live and continue to exist as your pants rip away. Wrapping around his tips before pressing his left palm to your torso and face. Bracing you to be steady as the ground sinks in with the weight, before declaring a simple challenge.
"You shall be pregnant with three hundred of my children before sunset, this I swear to you my loving partner!", he bellows out with a chest full of pride.
Hammering in and making you feel power and size unlike any other. And as he draws back, you have a sudden thought, given from his mother. Its simple and to the point for this brief moment of understanding. Making you shudder in pleasure and brief concern.
The sun will lie still until I have enough grandchildren to fill our palace home. So I give to you, a gift of fertility, but be warned. He is eager to prove himself, so do not expect rest from this war he is now waging against your womb. He will not stop until he has proved his love to you, and being young and reckless as his father was, he won't stop for a year or two at soonest.
Only for thoughts to vanish as he thrusts in with strength untold, shattering everything else from you but pleasure and all it holds. For those watching from a far, they see the son of their war god taking his own. Tenderly fucking them with strength that makes the land quake and weep with each thrust. His stones creating a valley within the first minutes as his self control begins to fade rapidly.
Wrapping you in his hands and squeezing with a grip that suggests you might flee, he bucks into you with a growing frenzy. Slamming into you with growing strength and eagerness. Refusing to let go of you as soon his form shifts and shatters! Releasing his true form as he seeks to show you his love!
Making the continent shiver and quake as true to the warning given, he does not stop. He does not slow, nor does one simple release that leaves oceans of glowing divine seed within you. Lasting for the normal length of the day before his stones give seed, but he thrusts and ruts through it! Hammering his way into your heart as his grips tightens with each release.
Keeping you safe from the outside world as he makes you know who he is and what proud linage he bares with pride! Seasons pass in painful slowness as he refuses to stop or slow for rest. For their is no rest in battle, you must strike and press the advantage in every way you can. And he sees your pleasure as a battle, doing his best to make it reach new heights. To shatter limits you believed to be beyond mortal reach, to make you understand what it is to be truly loved!
And true to his mothers word, years pass by in the world around you two. Creating a magnificent lake around the two of you as even with his power and fury, you cannot contain all of it. A lake of shimmering glowing gold and white power, full of life. Steadily added to as years would not be enough time for a single drop to escape you, let alone the oceans with each rope of seed with each release.
By the time he is done, by the time exhaustion has finally taken to the divine still firmly planted you, he smiles. Laughing with delight as he removes his hand and looks you in the eyes. His true form causing you no harm as his stones release one last time.
"I love you with all of my being, but our war is not done yet.", he says with love wrapping around each word he speaks.
Kissing you before taking avatar form again, this time of a elf, before setting about expanding the lake further.
