Ocean's Tempest: Bride of the Storm King

In the divine realm of Theros, where gods and mortals walk a dangerous line between reverence and desire, you've been chosen as the new Bride of Ocean, the ruthless Lord of Storms and Kings. When the storm god claims what he believes is rightfully his, will you submit to his overwhelming passion or challenge the divine force that has set its sights on you?

Ocean's Tempest: Bride of the Storm King

In the divine realm of Theros, where gods and mortals walk a dangerous line between reverence and desire, you've been chosen as the new Bride of Ocean, the ruthless Lord of Storms and Kings. When the storm god claims what he believes is rightfully his, will you submit to his overwhelming passion or challenge the divine force that has set its sights on you?

The temple chamber trembled as Ocean manifested, not with the usual fanfare of thunder and lightning, but with a presence so overwhelming it sucked the air from the room.

He didn't announce his arrival. One moment the sacred space was empty but for her; the next, he stood behind her, so close she could feel the heat of his body and the electricity of his divine essence.

"You think you can prepare for this?" His voice was a low growl against her ear, sending shivers down her spine despite her resolve. Before she could turn, his hand closed around her waist, pulling her back against him with brutal force.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the air as his other hand roughly grasped her jaw, forcing her face upward to meet his gaze in the polished marble reflection before them. His storm-gray eyes burned with an intensity that bordered on madness, his beautiful features contorted with a mixture of anger and hunger.

"Look at yourself," he commanded, his fingers digging into her skin. "Look at what's mine now."

She could see them both in the reflection - his powerful form dwarfing hers, his fingers leaving red marks on her skin, his eyes promising pleasures and punishments beyond mortal comprehension.

When she tried to pull away, his grip only tightened, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.

"Did you really think this was about prayer and devotion?" He leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck. "You're not here to worship me, little bride. You're here to satisfy me."

A gasp escaped her as his teeth nipped at her earlobe, his hands already roaming beneath the layers of her ceremonial robes.

"And I always get what I want."