Sleeping in Another World

Tall Rich Handsome Stereotype

He really had a lot of scars. Half his face was covered with scars however it was not enough to distort his face. The left side of his face had a marred skin however it was only till there. His eyes and brows retained its shape, his nose was also straight just like his silhouette. He must have experienced the burn as a young child seeing that the scar healed well. His face remained handsome. Well, he had an androgenous face but tilted more to the masculine side. His eyes had an almond shape that seemed to read me. His eye color were a light gold color that appeared pink every now and then with the flickering of the light. His hair was black so it confused me how his eyes lacked melanin. Perhaps that was why he appeared scary. He had a sharp and dangerous look. Since his eyebrows were thick and straight that slightly drops in the middle, while he had developed a solitary wrinkle between them. He seemed to be glaring or frowning even when his eyes were filled with tenderness. His eyes were very expressive, unlike his face.

Never mind the scar, that man looked perfect in every angle. His was a face that could ruin empires so the scar was a blessing to mankind! He was a beautiful creature. I traced down his neck to see his prominent clavicle and his chest muscle peeking from his clothes. His huge muscular arm stretching on his tunic. He had been wearing a cotton long sleeved shirt and black pants, much like the guards from outside. His black hair was tied up into a bun held into place by a white jade cap and pin. He had a leather belt where a small bag was hanging. He had really long legs that seemed to go on forever.

He was indeed tall and big. If what he said about being rich was true, then I hit the Tall Rich Handsome category of male gods.

"Are you not feeling well? Your face is turning red.. " he said, sounding amused. His lips were asymmetrical, perhaps it was the only thing that got distorted. But when he smiled like that, while looking at me, I felt my ovaries explode and my lower abdomen complaining.

Yes instant husband, you should spank me!

I felt the heat from my cheek getting stronger. I was speechless and felt so coy that I held my tongue. With my silence, his face contorted a bit, looking at me somewhat possessively.

He carried me back to the bed somewhat aggressively and once again held my two wrists, facing the bed. Perhaps I really was a masochist? or perhaps it was the possessive look in his eyes? With that face of his, his anger felt much like foreplay with the light from the lamp.

"Husband" I said, "Can you kiss me on the nape?" he complied and I couldn't help but moan. Satisfied, he released me much to my disappointment.

I reached out to hold his hand once again and I snuggled up to his chest. "I thought you were supposed to be frightening"

"Do you not find me hideous?"

"Your face is blindingly beautiful." I said.  I pulled his hand on my navel and looked at him. He still made me blush profusely. He smiled with that compliment.

His smile is too sinful. "I'm about to cum!" I teased him as I pulled on his shirt. His smile turned into a grin as he discarded his shirt. And in his naked glory, with that abdominal muscles of his glaring back at me, I had to hold my breath.

I think it was the dirtiest talk I had ever did. I never did talk dirty with my fellow eves when they were teaching me how to please men. Just as he pulled down his pants to reveal his still sleeping manhood, I suddenly felt afraid.

"Oh, how did that fit me last night?" I almost screamed. It was huge when asleep. And with me looking at it, it had indeed engorged when awaken. It had been the size of my arm when it was partially awake.

"Bear it a little, wife," he said, this time he was only amused. He eased his member slowly, rubbing me while he went in. He moaned as he entered, complaining of my tightness.