Vivec stood outside the temple of Almalexia. The morning air was crisp and a thin layer of fog hung just above his head. He took a deep breath, felt the trees and grass breathing, existing, living. He looked to the guard outside of the temple, nodded a hello, and entered.

Almalexia greeted him, wearing her white-gold robe. "Hello, my husband. How goes the politics of Vvardenfell?" she asked.

"The Ashlands exist in a constant state of turmoil. The only solace I am given is the time which I spend inside my head, or inside you."

She blushed, took his hand. "We should spend the day outdoors, my husband. It will be good for us to experience the fresh wilderness."

"I agree, and I know just the place." He took Almalexia by the hand and in the blink of an eye they were far away from Mournhold, a secret grove kept by Vivec for times of intense meditation.

He picked from the vine a variety of grapes and offered them to his lover. They fed grapes to each other, including trying to toss one into the other's mouth from afar. They frolicked in the luscious fields of flowers and cuddled in the shade of a great tree which acted as the center of this grove of the gods.

The sun set as Vivec kissed up and down Almalexia's neck, his hand sliding her white-gold robe off of her shoulder. His lips moved to the newly revealed flesh, his teeth biting playfully at her golden skin. "You are the perfect woman," he whispered in her ear, his hand sliding up her thigh.

"And I am all yours."

Almalexia let her robe fall off her shoulders, revealing her firm breasts. "Won't you show me Muatra, Vivec?"

He smirked and stood up. Vivec undid his robe and under it stood the great Muatra, throbbing with arousal. "Won't you tame him for me, my love?" he asked her.

Almalexia got on her knees and rested her hands on his thighs. She put her lips to the tip of his cock, licking it and looking up at him. One hand moved to its base and squeezed, tugging hard and causing precum to drip out and down his shaft. She licked the precum up and smiled, "It tastes wonderful."

She let the tip in her mouth, using her tongue to massage it. One hand kept her balance against his thigh while the other played with his balls. Almalexia took the shaft in her mouth, gagging only because she knew Vivec enjoyed it.

Vivec placed his hands on her head, played with her hair. He did not moan, only smiled at her and petted her. He controlled the speed of her head as she bobbed up and down on Muatra. She moaned for him, her eyes staring directly into his. He stopped her. "Would you like to be on your hands and knees, Almalexia?"

She nodded and stopped sucking. Almalexia turned away from Vivec and got on all fours, looking behind him and smiling, "Won't you please take me, you dirty warrior-poet?"

Vivec laughed and rested his hands on her ass. He spanked each side once and let his fingers linger around her wet pussy. He slid a finger inside her. Almalexia let out a moan. He teased her clit with his tongue before rubbing the tip of Muatra against it. He rested his hands on her hips and slowly inserted his rock hard cock into her pussy.

His hands guided her movements, occasionally reaching around to grope her breasts. He fucked her hard. She moaned loud enough to wake up any nearby hibernating bears. She needed Muatra more than she needed anything else on the physical plane. Vivec was her husband for this reason: she could only be truly pleased by him. All other contact was a vague echo of pleasure. She turned to watch him. The way his hands felt against her skin made her melt; they were perfectly soft yet rough, and they knew every nook and cranny of her body. She screamed his name as Vivec made her orgasm.

As she came on Muatra, he allowed Muatra to finish as well. He found it romantic to orgasm together and had the timing down to a science, always ready when she was. Vivec ran two fingers down her spine to her butt and back up it. He kissed her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "You are the reason I am still here, Almalexia."