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“Stop teasing,” Maris groaned, her hand still tangled in Valda’s hair.

“I am not. I am just looking at you,” Valda whispered, pressing her slick lips to Maris’s thigh. “Let me see how you look when you are desperate to get fucked.”

“Valda,” Maris breathed a warning, her fingers tightening.

Her eyes bore into Maris’s, locking her in place, trapping her under the fire of her gaze. “Begging?”

“I am not begging. I am giving you an order.” A playful curve appeared on Maris’s brow and mouth, and Valda groaned at the intensity of her expression.

The Maris she had first met wouldn’t even dare to say something like that. To order the queen to do as she will? Valda would not have that.

Valda blew out a growly breath before clamping her hands harshly on Maris’s waist, pulling her closer to her.

“You are not ordering me,” she rasped over Maris’s ear. “I am ordering you.”

She hissed as she kissed Maris’s opening with the toy’s head. With a swift jerk of the hips, the first inches slipped inside. Valda could feel her lover’s strength slipping out of her body.

They both froze, Valda adjusting to the sensation, while Maris gripped the bed sheets tightly.

Valda had already engraved the feeling of Maris’s body into her mind and senses. Yet, seeing the way she rippled underneath her almost sent her into a frenzy. “Now, I want you to use that little mouth of yours. Let the settlement know who you belong to.”

The harrowingly slow thrust got Valda the intended reaction from her lover. Maris’s mouth hung open as a breathy groan released from her throat. Valda couldn’t help but kiss the corner of her mouth, her hand firmly clutching her neck as she pushed in further. Maris’s walls were warm, silky, wet, and deliciously tight.

As much as Valda wanted to close her eyes, to fill herself with the sensation of her skin on hers, she kept them open. Leaning over Maris, she took in the way plump and ravaged lips parted, the soft droplets of sweat formed over Maris’s brows and how they slowly sluiced down her neck and chest. Squeezing her tighter, Valda grasped Maris’s waist. The hand on her neck moved closer to her lips. She watched that tiny tongue flick the tip of her index fingers, and her thrust faltered. How could this woman have such control over her? How was this possible?

“Fuck!” Maris cried out, one hand moving to scratch Valda’s forearm. “Harder, Valda, please.”

There it was! The begging! Valda sighed, her face pressing to Maris’s shoulder as she went harder and faster. She wanted to hear her, she wanted to feel her shuddering as Maris lost control of her senses, but above all, she wanted to see her squeeze the cock and watch how she came all over it.

“That’s it. Let it go, let them know.” She sharpened her thrusts, their skin slapping against each other as the sound echoed inside the bedroom chamber, seeping into the cracks of the old wood and out the windows. “Let them know their queen is being fucked by me.”

Maris’s grip tightened on Valda’s hair. Her body bounced against each hard slap of Valda. She burned the image of Maris in her mind, her large hands cupped and groped Maris’s chest. Her fingers pinched taut nipples, earning another cry from the Sealian.

Maris was a gift, and if Valda had to lose her vision again, if she had to go another second without seeing this woman, without touching her, feeling her, kissing her, filling her mouth with her taste, Valda would rather be put to death.

With a huff, Valda wrapped her strong arms around Maris, her soaring lips kissing her underneath her earlobe as she unapologetically thrust into her over and over again.

“Valda!” Maris cried out.

The queen’s name was the most beautiful song coming from her mouth. Valda couldn’t get enough. She would never have enough. If the gods allowed it, she would fuck and taste Maris every single night, every single morning.

Oh, to wake her up with her tongue, to have her writhe underneath her in the evening. How many times had she imagined this sight when she was blind?! Her expectations drastically paled at such a delightful view. The Elysian Fields were no comparison to the paradise of Maris’s body.

And it was all hers to take, every day, every hour, every second.

Valda sighed. Her gaze roamed in complete awe and reverence. The thin sheen of sweat coating Maris’s body made her glow like the goddess she was. Valda’s took her in, her hair the color of the sea, her hooded eyes that locked with hers for just an instant, her plump parted lips, the sweat sluicing off her body, her tits…

Releasing her tight grip on Maris’s waist, Valda slipped her hands to grope them yet again, to hold them as she moved, but she wanted to see more, to take in more. She looked at the rolls of her stomach, so soft and delicious, and finally how her cunt spread out to take in Valda’s cock. It was so slick, and Maris was so gorgeously pink and wet.

Valda made a quick mental note to send a thank you correspondence to Kayden when they returned to the castle.

“You are taking it so well, Seashell.”

Of course, she was. Maris was pure perfection. There was nothing she could do wrong.

“Valda.” Maris reached with one hand, cupping Valda’s face, and reeled her in for a kiss.

For a second, Valda closed her eyes as the softness and warmth of Maris’s hands seeped into her skin while her tongue found its way into the younger woman’s mouth. Valda mimicked her thrusts with her tongue, her arms hooking under Maris as she held her still, her movements never slowing, not until Maris was a mess underneath her.