I was isekaied, so I could marry the evil queen?

preemptive....marriage?

Robert POV

I figured it'd be just another day doing housework at home as usual, until I'm blinded when I go to get a drink of water as a break from sanding because of the hole in the wall.

???: "Ara Ara~ your perfect, Husband."

I turn around and almost immediately do a spit take sending my water back into my face, because the woman in front of me, who is drop dead gorgeous with curves that would make an hourglass blush and a chest that would make watermelons feel small. That's right in my face, so I can't see hers.

???: "Well now it looks like your packing something more interesting than your outfit."

I immediately spit take again as she grabs my dick, I could swear her hand looked big enough.

"Wh-What the shit!?!"

She smiles devilishly at me and snaps her fingers with two men in plate mail grabbing me by the arms.

???: "Get my husband to be into the bath, he's covered in something odd, I don't like it, and get him in an outfit more befitting for my husband to be."

The next thing I know I've got knights throwing me into the bathtub, surprisingly strong maids basically bathing me forcibly, and I'm wearing an outfit that's so extra it hurts, that or it's the tightness on my balls and I'm whisked away to what looks like an altar surrounded by so many black, purple, and white flowers that I'm surprised the pollen hasn't created fog, and held there at sword point.

"I don't have a choice in this do I?"

Elf maid: "I don't believe so master."

I sigh and hear the doors open and I see that figure from earlier in a wedding dress that's so extra it'd make that one family that's probably more plastic than person by now, blush as she walks down the isle with an intimidating man in his 60s, and what I assume is a military uniform, walking her down the isle.

Man: "Daughter, it's not too late to consider marrying like this."

???: "Don't worry daddy, I'll be fine, plus he's piqued my interest."

She hugs him before walking in front of me as the knights fall in line with me adjusting my shirt collar to get some air.

Priestess: "Now let us begin the ceremony!"

After the normal speech about marriage being blessed, save with a few religious changes, mostly it being some goddess.

Priestess: "Do you, queen, take this man in holy matrimony through sickness and in health, through prosperity and destitution?"

Queen: "I do"

Priestess: "Do you, future king, take this woman in holy matrimony through sickness and in health, through prosperity and destitution?"

If I say no I'm dead. If I say yes I'm gonna strap on that ball and chain for life, and have to be a father or probably be executed publicly....

"I....do."

Priestess: "You may now kiss the bride!"

I awkwardly reach over and gently lift her veil bracing myself for anything, except the fact that she was hotter than a supermodel above the neck too, her violet eyes with a devious intelligence behind them, her cherry red lips more full bodied than even the softest peach, her defined jawline, and youthful look alongside her alabaster skin Making her beauty unearthly.

???: "Now, I think you should kiss me... husband."

Her hand slides up my neck cupping my face as I feel it get hotter as she gets closer, until her lips press against mine, their so soft....and I'm losing so much blood....world.... going.....black.

???: "Wake up my husband....your wife wishes your company."

As I slowly drift back from Dreamland I take notice, that I wasn't dreaming, and that she's naked, her nipples are pink....

???: "It looks like my husband is finally awake"

"Wh-why are you naked!?! And w-we Don't even Know each other's names yet!!"

She smiles at me deviously with her violet eyes locking with my brown ones.

???: "I am Queen Anya Von Eternia of the country of Everglade, what's yours my husband."

I clear my throat and regain my composure and try not to stare at her nude body.

"I-I'm Robert Rose Aaron, from America."

She chuckles and kisses me with her oddly cool finger tracing my neck and chest sensually as she kisses me again.

Anya: "Your not as muscular as other men, I like it, it reminds me of the stuffed bear I had as a child."

"Th-That's surprisingly-"

Anya: "I tore off it's head."

"Nevermind."

She chuckles at me with her forehead touching mine.

Anya: "But I wouldn't do that to you my husband, your a rare and precious emerald among the worthless rubies this world calls men, and you belong to me."

She kisses me again and I feel blood start to rush from the bigger head to the smaller one surprisingly quickly as she pushes me back down smiling evilly.

"I suddenly have a bad feeling about this..."

Anya: "Good, because-"