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“You know exactly what I am talking about.” Valda’s growl drew Maris’s attention, and she responded by placing her hand over Valda’s, guiding it to the outside of her thigh. The soft touch ignited a fiery sensation pooling between her legs, causing her to tighten her grip.

“I have no idea what you mean, Your Highness,” Maris murmured, her breath brushing against Valda’s moist lips.

“I do not care if you’re injured, I will gladly punish you if you continue to behave like a brat.”

Valda’s warning only served to fuel Maris’s desire, and she let out a breathy laugh, her eyes fixated on Valda’s perfect face, disregarding the gash on her eyebrow. “I believe your brain got scrambled inside your skull. You’re not making any sense,” Maris teased, her hand tracing Valda’s jaw and neck. “You don’t have a fever.” She tilted her head, bringing her lips tantalizingly close to Valda’s. “You need to sit down.”

“I am sitting down.” Valda’s raised eyebrow betrayed her surprise, and Maris couldn’t resist the urge to tease her further.

“Not where I would like you to,” Maris whispered, feeling a shiver run down her spine as Valda’s other hand moved to expose her darker skin.

“Oh? Where would you like me to sit, Seashell?” Her white eyes flashed a faint tone of honey before disappearing instantly.

Maris’s head tilted, mesmerized.“On my face, my Queen.”

Valda’s breath hitched at Maris’s bold suggestion; another flash of honey brightened her white eyes before vanishing. Before she could pull away, Maris claimed her lips in a searing kiss, reveling in the taste and warmth of Valda’s mouth, knowing she had the queen under her control.

Valda’s eyes fluttered closed as she let out a sultry moan, her mouth eagerly melding with Maris’s in a fiery kiss. Their tongues tangled, sending shivers down Maris's spine. Valda’s hands blazed a trail of scorching heat from Maris’s knees to her waist, pulling at her clothing, revealing more and more of her flesh for the queen’s exploration.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Maris pulled away from the hungry kiss, her eyes fixated on Valda’s trembling hands as they slipped off her undergarments, discarding them carelessly.

“My queen is not one to follow instructions,” Maris teased, her voice husky.

Valda’s breath hitched as she growled against Maris’s ear, her words dripping with heat. “I will use your face as my throne eventually,” she murmured, her hands brushing tantalizingly close to the juncture of Maris’s legs. “But right now, I need to taste you again before I lose my fucking mind.”

The explicit promise in Valda’s words sent a wave of need coursing through Maris, accelerating her pulse, her body aching with longing. The throes of desire pulsed between her legs, and she eagerly surrendered herself to the insatiable hunger burning between her and Valda with an urgency that was too powerful to resist.

Maris’s frustration simmered as she grabbed Valda by her shirt, pulling her back up before she could descend further. She held Valda’s face, steadying her.

“I want you to do more than taste me, Your Highness,” Maris breathed, her voice deep with need.

Valda trembled, pressing her chest against Maris’s, her hands roaming hungrily over her waist, arms, shoulders, and neck, mapping every curve and contour, as if memorizing the sight and feel of Maris.

“What do you want?” Valda asked, her voice low and rough.

Maris swallowed hard, suddenly feeling shy and hesitant, but emboldened by Valda’s unwavering attention. She wetted her lips and took a deep breath, hesitating.

“I want you to worship me, Valda,” Maris finally confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Valda faltered for a moment, her lips quivering with want, her whole demeanor shifting as a different side of her was unveiled. The confident and powerful queen seemed to crumble for a fleeting second, as if she wanted nothing more than to make love to Maris. Maris frowned in surprise at the unexpected reaction, chuckling unintentionally, not realizing that Valda could interpret it as an insult.

Valda’s hand moved forcefully, gripping Maris’s face with an intoxicating mix of possessiveness and want. Maris moaned, her mouth falling open as she succumbed to the sensations coursing through her body.

“How do you want me to worship you?” Valda breathed, her lips tantalizingly close to Maris’s.

Maris swallowed hard, unable to form coherent words under Valda’s commanding touch.

Valda’s voice dripped with seduction as she gave Maris a choice. “As a queen,” she murmured, her moist lips brushing against Maris’s lower one, sending shivers down her spine. “As a goddess,” she nipped at Maris’s trembling jaw, igniting a trail of heat in its wake. “Or do you want me to sit on your face?” Valda’s bold suggestion made Maris’s body pulse with need, her mind foggy.

Maris squeezed her eyes shut, trying to regain some semblance of control, but the intensity of their passion was overwhelming. Just as she was about to answer Valda’s question, Cerberus meowed loudly at the door, rasping it with her claws before a knock interrupted their heated moment.

Snarling, Valda released Maris from her grip. She took a deep, heaving breath. Maris couldn’t help but smile, realizing that Valda was just as affected by their game as she was.

Another knock on the door echoed, and Valda, using the strings Maris had attached around the room, walked towards it. She fixed her hair, before finally opening it.

“Good afternoon, my Queen. It’s Melvian,” greeted Melvian, her voice warm and friendly.

Maris breathed a sigh of relief, glad to see her friend, while Valda groaned with annoyance.