Good grief, Alan would be home any minute now and the fairy dragons had yet to be fed.
Days like this were often a frantic, the nervous anticipation of your valiant, and o' so beautiful, husband's return from another of his Great Crusades; 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, that beaming smile of his only rivaled by the panoply of glistening armor he so frequently donned; similar to that of the day you'd first met.
Alan'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, 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 reputation.
You'd nearly finished up with some repairs to the roof when you heard the distant clatter of hooves upon cobblestone; he was coming!
The sun was still crawling across the horizon as Alan approached, that radiant smile shining upon you per usual' you returned it with your own.
'My love!' Such a love-laden call from a renowned hero; he may have had the love of the kingdom, but you had his.
His affections were returned with a slight grin and a wave, watching as he spurred her horse onward.
As your virtuous spouse dismounted his silvery-maned mount, his little giggles intermingled with the rustling of silver plate-armor; a winged lion embossed on its breastplate.
'You've been gone far too long, my dear; the animals have missed you.'
'Only the animals?' Alan smiled softly and reached forward to give your fiendish horns a gentle caress.
It felt nice to be touched so tenderly by the divine warrior; you preferred it to the crashing blow he delivered on your first encounter, 'I missed you.'
'Well, the farm looks wonderful! I can tell my beautifull, georgous wife 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 he continued to fondle your antlers, 'Erm, so I suppose the Necromancer of Ios has been defeated.'
'Slain,' he 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 Alan'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!' he 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,' he began, his personality slowly assuming its unburdened state, 'I'll have plenty of time to .... hold on a minute"
You feel his strong hands gripping the back of your dress and lifting it up, reavaling your large plump ass and a coton soaked panties "Oh my God, " he murmured to himself as he ran his hands up your voluptuous ass, to feel the wetness "look how wet you are"
You moan softly as his fingers gently probe around your asshole, making you squirm and tense up. "Ooohhh Alan" You gasp "you know i'm only yours"
He smirks and moves his hands down to your hips, unzipping your dress so he can pull it off completely, leaving you in nothing but your panties and a collar.
"its seems you are in an alarming need of purification