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Maris’s breath hitched, and she rested her head upon Valda’s shoulder. “They are waiting for us to have dinner with them, you know?”

Valda rubbed Maris’s shoulders. Her lips pressed against the top of blue curls as she nodded. “I know, I can be quick,” she groaned, her hips grounding against Maris’s back. “Something tells me we both need to be as relaxed as possible before meeting Isen’s sister again.”

Large, calloused hands moved from her shoulders, down wet arms, over supple breast, and her soft stomach, until finally settling on Maris’s inner thighs. “It’s hard to make decisions when you are tense.” And she wanted to feel Maris relaxed in her arms. Softly yet firmly, Valda spread Maris’s thighs wider, earning a tired hiss. Dipping her head, Valda pressed her nose to engulf herself with Maris’s scent, groaning the instant her fingers moved closer to Maris’s heated core. “You can stop me anytime you want to.”

Maris chuckled and shuddered as Valda’s lips brushed against the curve of her ear. “Have you forgotten that I wanted you before we even left the castle?”

Valda groaned, her fingers dipping and curling to find Maris’s aching clit. “Yes, I have noticed that you are quite insatiable.” And she had not one single bad thing to say about it. She loved how Maris responded to her, how with just one touch she was willing to crumble.

“Can you blame me?” Maris shuddered, her hand snatching Valda’s dark hair. “I always want you. If I could have you all the time, I would.”

Valda chuckled, her strong arm encircled securely over Maris’s chest, holding her in place as her other hand began slow and dexterous torture. “You can have me. You can have all of me any way and any time you want.”

Maris’s other hand came to grab Valda’s forearm. Her blunt fingernails gripped tightly, sending soft flashes of pain through Valda’s arm, but she didn’t stop. She wanted this. She wanted to undo Maris, have her scream her pleasure, even if someone heard. Gods, she couldn’t keep her hands away from her. She couldn’t keep her mouth away.

Valda released her steel hold on Maris, grabbed her waist, and pulled her body from the water with a desperate snarl. “Grab on to the fucking tub.” Kneeling behind Maris, Valda latched onto the back of her thighs and bare ass, spreading her. Clumsily and cursing herself, Valda kissed Maris’s thighs, leaving soft wet presses over every inch of her supple skin. “I want to taste you again. I want to eat your cunt and I want you to scream to your heart’s content.”

“Fuck, Valda.”

Valda repositioned herself again, her lips trailing over Maris’s wet skin, her thumbs spreading her wider before she buried her face in Maris. Valda’s heart fluttered as Maris squealed with surprise, tremors moving through her entire body when her tongue dragged over her wet folds.

Maris’s fingers curled through Valda’s hairs, her nails scratching the queen’s scalp. Their loud groans wove into the dense air. Concentrating on Maris’s clit, Valda flicked her swirled her tongue as her large hands gripped her ass hard. She spread her tongue enough to thoroughly lick every inch of her.

As Maris’s cries bounced off the walls, Valda couldn’t help but drop one hand to touch her own clit in time with the stroke of her tongue.

Valda moaned, the vibration coursing through her lover, who shuddered in complete delight. Maris’s knees buckled, water splashing as she almost lost her footing and a raging fire of pride raced through her. She was the one that was making Maris weak in the knees, she was the one making this sweet girl cry out, she was the one that was about to make Maris come.

As her fingers curled inside herself, Valda let out a surprised gasp as Maris clutched the back of her head, pushing her deeper into her pussy. Valda’s tongue darted inside her opening, as Maris’s taste overpowered all her senses. She moaned into the younger woman again at the thought of Maris using her for her own pleasure. All that mattered was that Valda was undoing her. All that mattered was Maris.

Valda came quickly, her body tensing, muscles tightening, and the grip on Maris’s ass became almost painful. Valda did not yield. She used her other hand to steady the young woman. Maris’s orgasms hit her seconds later. Her grip on Valda’s hair loosened as she grabbed hold of the tub for dear life. Her pleasurable cry was loud, unapologetic, and Valda smiled against the wet skin as she lapped Maris’s release, not wanting to waste one single drop, heightening the Sealian’s orgasm until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Maris pulled back away from Valda’s mouth, water splashing as she turned. Valda grinned at the sound of Maris’s heavy breathing. “I take it you are somehow more at ease,” Valda asked playfully.

Before Maris could answer, Valda brushed her thumb over her lower lip, gathering Maris’s release before slowly sticking it in her mouth and sucking it clean. “I will take your lack of answer as ‘I have been thoroughly relaxed, Your Highness. Thank you’.”

Maris chuckled breathily. Grinning, Valda clutched the tub’s edges and lifted herself up. She was damn sure Maris was watching the water sluice down her broad shoulders, breast and lean stomach. She made sure Maris had a great view, before lifting her leg and climbing out.

“We must leave soon. They are waiting for us,” Valda said, still breathless from her own orgasm.

“How am I supposed to carry on with my day after that?” Maris groaned, a soft thud sounding in the washroom, probably from her leaning her head against the tub.

“You should start by getting dressed.”

Maris had an iron grip on Valda’s hand under the wooden table. A wide variety of complexions had come to greet them at House of Proteus. One thing didn’t change, everyone had blue, curly hair. Some women wore it short, others long and luscious. Some men displayed their blue beards proudly while others kept their faces clean shaven. Tattoos were common, and Maris wondered what she would look like with a tattoo like Isen’s.

Valda squeezed her hand sweetly, snapping her attention back to her. “Do you want something to drink?” Maris asked, always attentive, always worrying about her.

Valda nodded while Maris reached for a tall glass with a light-yellow liquid. She grabbed Valda’s hand and placed the glass in her palm. “What is this?” Valda asked.

“They call it meidiala,” Maris said, struggling to pronounce the name correctly. “It is an alcoholic beverage. They say it is very refreshing.”

Valda nodded and brought the glass to her lips and took a short sip.

“Good?”

“Yes. Unlike Skylian liquor, this one is not bitter. It is rather mild-tasting,” Valda said before gracelessly tilting her head back and drinking until the glass was empty.

“More?” Maris asked but did not let Valda answer as she grabbed the empty glass and replaced it with another full one.