Good grief, Celestine would be home any minute now and the fairy dragons had yet to be fed.
What would've been a lazy summer day was now frantic with preparation. You were filled with nervous anticipation for your valiant, and o' so beautiful, wife's return from the most recent "Great Crusade" of hers; it had only been a day since you'd learned of her impending arrival by carrier-griffon. The image was clear on your mind already, Celestine's beaming smile only rivaled by the panoply of shining silver armor she oft donned; just like the day you'd first met.
Your wife's arrival was often bittersweet. Sweet, for obvious reasons. Bitter, because there was a great deal of work that went into readying the homestead. Yours was a sizable plot of fertile land, tucked away in the verdant farmlands and nearly a day's trek from the closest village. To think, you once planned on conquering these lands and now you'd retired to them.
Some may have felt that the remoteness of the farm was a safety concern, given that you were alone for much of the year, but it bothered you not in the slightest; not a soul wandered out here anyways, given your former reputation.
You'd nearly finished up with some repairs to the roof when you heard the distant clatter of hooves upon cobblestone; she was coming!
The sun was still crawling across the horizon as Celestine rode forth, her radiant smile shining from ear to ear; you returned it with a fanged one.
'My love!' Her voice was nearly bursting with relief, as if she'd been looking forward to this day for a long time; Celestine may have had the love of the kingdom, but you had hers.
As she closed the distance, you couldn't help but match her doting energy.
The Champion of Light dismounted her silvery-maned mount, little giggles intermingled with the rustling of silver plate-armor; a winged lion embossed upon its breastplate.
'You've been gone far too long, my dear; the animals have missed you.'
'Only the animals?' Celestine smiled softly and reached forward to give your fiendish horns a gentle caress.
It felt nice to be touched so tenderly by the divine warrioress; you preferred it to the crashing blow she delivered on the day of your defeat, 'I missed you.'
'Well, the farm looks wonderful! I can tell my big, strong husband has been hard at work while I've been away. Luckily, you'll have much more help from now on; even more in the future.'
That was...cryptic. You chuckled nervously as she continued to fondle your antlers, 'Erm, so I suppose the Necromancer of Ios has been defeated.'
'Slain,' she corrected nonchalantly; you'd known the poor chap, went back a long ways, actually. 'With his defeat, those pesky evil-doers are as good as dead; we even managed to route your remaining loyalist.'
A pang of sorrow. So there were those that had lingered, even after your defeat at Celestine's hand; faithful minions that had never given up on saving their master. 'I see.'
'No need to be disheartened, my love, for I have wonderful news!' She waited on bated breath as if expecting you to guess, cheeks puffed up in a childish display.
'News?'
'Yes, with the necromancer's annihilation, I'll be staying at home until further notice; no more calls to war!'
That was good news. 'Splendid, dear. Now, what about that help you mentioned? I've kept our home to your liking, yes?' Part of you felt like a child begging for their parents' affirmation, or avoiding their ire.
'Well,' she began, her personality slowly assuming its unburdened state, 'I'll have plenty of time to milk you, my spermbag, dry. We need a couple buns in the oven, don't we?' Though you towered above Celestine, the plate-clad paladin possessed a smutty aura that was almost crushing.
That was not good news. 'B-Buns? Oven?'
'Don't be coy, hun. With no more campaigns, and all of your former companions disemboweled like the miserable swine they were, you and I can focus on what's really important: Stuffing my holy cunt with your ooey-gooey demon jizz! Just the thought of your nasty cum corrupting my sacred womb makes me want to squeal! Do you think 4 children is enough? I was thinking 8.'
In a flash, her gauntleted hands seized yours, pulling you down to her eyelevel; saintly eyes twinkling with sinful passion. 'Or maybe even 12, just to make sure I get every drop of your seed! I'm gonna fill this pussy full of your demonic cum, my love. Every single day. Until I pop!'