The Messenger

Cloaked in furs and leathers against the bitter cold, the empress ascended the stone staircase, ready to commune with the gods upon the dias. From here she could see beyond the fir forest of her queendom to the horizon, eerily lit by the first hints of dawn.
Reaching her destination, she disrobed, and her nipples contracted in protest. She knelt upon the frigid floor, readying her voice to intone hymns to the harvest gods; to pray for a fruitful spring and a reprieve from the harsh winter. She had scarcely drawn breath before she realised she was not alone. She spied a hand, bound in a green glove, on the periphery of her vision, and heard a soft murmur which sent a warm glow dancing through her pelvis.
She smiled, humbled by the visitor's presence; for here was the messenger of the harvest gods, come to bless her land with their gifts. It was her first audience with the messenger since the beginning of her reign; she was newly crowned, and innocent. She prayed for guidance and kept her gaze lowered as the green-gloved hand grasped her neck.
The heat flooded her body as suddenly as the cold had done, and she yielded, as the strong hand pushed her head to the floor, forcing her to raise her buttocks and present her virgin sex to the dawn's new light. Her inky hair fell in waves around her face, blinding her as the messenger commanded her to sing.
They fell into harmony, praising the harvest gods with their earnest song, as the messenger penetrated the empress. Each thrust sent a cacophony of pleasures coursing through her being, and the honey flowed from her until she could fully embrace the messenger's instrument. He held her by the hips now, and as their musical plea reached its climax, so did he, in a fury of roaring triumph.
The empress was overwhelmed by her first sweet crisis; such violent joy as she had never known felled her, and she collapsed into the messenger's embrace, weeping. She could feel his seed, taking root within her, and filling a void she had previously been oblivious to. As her breathing steadied, the messenger enveloped her once again in her cloaks, and faded from the room, like smoke.