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Valda’s breathy laugh broke Maris. She had never heard such a delicious sound come from the queen. She opened her eyes wide and took in the sight of the large woman standing before her. Her frame exuded strength and power, enough to make anyone cower in fear, but Maris shuddered as her pussy pulsed with need.

“Maris,” Valda’s voice came out shaky, uncontrolled. Her hands moved to squeeze Maris’s hips, demanding attention. “Keep your eyes open.” Maris swallowed hard, her throat dry from panting. She propped herself on her elbows once again as Valda undid the chest wraps.

“I want you to see for both of us.” She tossed the wraps away and moved her hands to her belt. The queen was fast. She pulled the leather garment off before quickly tossing the pants aside. Now, finally bare, the queen smirked with all the confidence in the world.

“Give me your hands.”

Maris’s blue eyes roamed over the queen’s torso, memorizing every soft and hard line on Valda’s body, every grotesque scar she carried proudly. Maris bit her lower lip, eyebrows knitted together as she tried to close her legs. She needed to find some sort of relief from the ache that had been building in her very core.

“Give me your hands, Maris.”

Maris couldn’t disobey, even if she wanted to. Valda’s words pierced through her like a dagger. Sitting up, she moved her hands and placed them over Valda’s chiseled stomach. Her grip was surprisingly soft. Valda cradled Maris’s hands in her bigger ones before bringing them to her lips. She kissed her knuckles dangerously slowly, one by one, with a tenderness that threatened to undo Maris’s control.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me, Maris,” Valda said, her lips brushing over Maris’s fingertips.“My body is yours to enjoy.”

Maris stared at Valda, parted her lips, but the only thing that came out was a deep moan as the queen pressed her delicate fingers to Valda’s round chest. Her blue eyes trailed over Valda’s lustful expression before sliding down to her hands. Unlike her, Valda’s breasts were not big nor were they small, they were perfectly round, slightly heavy, topped with dark, hard nipples. She tested their weight by cupping them in her palms, feeling the aching buds against her hands. Maris couldn’t help herself, and leaned forward to kiss Valda’s sternum, not quite reaching her breasts and aching to take one nipple into her mouth.

“Good girl.”

Fuck. Maris quivered, the small praise sending a jolt down her spine. She wanted to hear that again, she wanted to hear Valda saying that again.

“Keep your eyes on me. Touch me.” Maris nodded against her stomach, her gaze hazy with longing as Valda pushed her back on the bed. Trailing her hands down Maris’s thighs, she cupped the back of her knees. Kneeling once again, the queen pressed her tongue to Maris’s folds, combining sweet strokes with harsh sucking.

Maris was lost, but she followed orders. She kept her eyes open, memorizing how Valda looked pleasuring her with her mouth. It was too surreal. The queen was serving her, fucking her, drinking from her core. Maris shook with each stroke until she thought she couldn’t take it anymore. Wanting to make this last, Maris grabbed hold of black hair and tried her best to steady the queen’s ministration to no avail. Valda never stopped. Each time she licked a place that made Maris pant, moan, or tremble, she repeated the movement again.

Maris felt her release with one final flick of Valda’s tongue. Her grip grew tighter as she let out a silent scream that consumed her. She had to close her eyes as Valda anchored her to the bed and helped her ride the final waves of pleasure against her mouth.

Slowly, Valda released her grip and slowly pulled away, not before leaving a trail of open mouth kisses to Maris’s quivering thighs.

“Delicious,” Valda muttered, brushing her lips over the blue mound. “You are absolutely delicious.”

Maris opened her eyes just in time to see Valda licking her lips and wiping her chin as if not wanting to waste a single drop of her. Maris swallowed hard and noticed right away that she needed something for her dry throat. She tried to pull away, but Valda quickly placed her hand over her lower stomach.

“Vald—”

“No,” Valda cut her off, crawling onto the bed, covering Maris’s body with her own. “I said you are staying.”

Maris nodded, looking up at Valda’s face, studying her, tiredness enveloping her. Now that wouldn’t be fair, would it? To come and leave the queen wanting? Moistening her lips, Maris moved her hand to Valda’s shoulders. “Valda.”

“I want you to experience how good you taste.” Valda grunted, grabbing Maris’s face again and forcing her mouth on hers. The kiss was consuming, especially when Valda forced her tongue inside Maris’s mouth. She tasted herself, and rolled her eyes again at how forceful and dominant her queen was. She swirled her tongue over Valda’s, licking her and pulling her harshly to cover her body with the queen’s.

Valda was addicting, and she wanted to experience her as well. With their mouths locked, Maris moved her hand to touch the mound of black hair before a hand gripped her wrist.

Hissing in annoyance, Maris pulled back, only to find Valda with her eyes open and shaking her head at her.

“Not tonight. I had my fix; I want you to sleep.

“What… No– I want to taste you too…”

“There is no rush.” Her husky voice pulled Maris in from the cloud of pleasure and settled her into the warm embrace of comfort. Valda pressed her nose to Maris’s temple, rumbling contently before inhaling deeply. “You can eat me out later. You are not going anywhere after all…”

Maris released her and saw how the tall woman settled on her side next to her. Her muscled arm wrapped securely around her waist, pulling Maris’s back to her chest. Her breathing and warmth lulled Maris into a slumber she didn’t realize she needed. As she drifted off, she heard Valda whisper, “Your eagerness will be rewarded, Seashell.”

11

Valda fell asleep when she heard Maris’s soft breaths. She woke up once Cerberus jumped at the foot of the bed. She didn’t kick her out. Her cat’s company always helped her sleep better, but waking up next to a warm body was something Valda was not used to. Not that she was complaining. She had wanted to take Maris’s to bed for quite some time, but she wasn’t going to do it without the other woman’s consent.

Valda had made the first move in the servant’s chamber and after being turned down, she thought Maris wouldn’t act upon her attraction, at least not last night. The distraction was welcomed, and Valda took it. She was dying to taste Maris, and she wasn’t disappointed.