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M aris fumbled with Valda’s waist band. The intricate design proved hard for her to take off while Valda’s mouth painted a fiery trail of goosebumps down her neck. She wanted—no—she needed to get Valda out of her clothes. As much as she loved her wife’s— Holy Asclepius, Valda was her wife— wedding attire, she wanted the clothing off.

That didn’t mean she didn’t admire the way Valda looked as she waited for her at Aphrodite’s altar with her cream-colored sherwani draped elegantly over her broad shoulders. Elaborate gold embroidery adorned the fabric, weaving a subtle whisper of Skylian culture. Golden thread formed patterns along the edges, creating a stunning contrast against the cream canvas. The perfect tailoring of her deep, orange-colored pants hugged her muscular thighs snugly. The golden piping that ran down the sides of their outfit mirrored the design on her top.

A wide belt in a shade of gold cinched her outfit together at the waist, stressing her powerful physique, the same wide belt she was desperately trying to remove. Maris wanted everything scattered across the floor. The burning need to feel Valda’s skin on hers was driving her absolutely insane. Or was it the wine?

Looking up, she noticed the same need burning in Valda’s eyes. It started the second their hands came in contact at the altar, when Valda squeezed her fingers and pulled her next to her to face the statue of Aphrodite, then the heat continued to grow after they shared their first kiss as wives .

The intensity of the kiss took Maris by surprise. She never thought Valda would devour her how she had in front of others. Maris was breathless when she pulled away. As her skin ignited, Maris doubted the wisdom of her decision to marry before the goddess of desire.

During the celebration, the more she drank, the more her hand would sneak under the table. Maris would squeeze Valda’s thigh, her fingers teasing to the junction of her thighs. Having the other woman compliment her outfit made her want to leave faster. Unlike Valda, Maris was wearing a dress which captured the essence of the sea itself. The dress cascaded in gentle waves, echoing the ebb and flow of ocean tides. Delicate seashell-shaped embellishments adorned the bodice, each meticulously handcrafted to reflect her kingdom, while pearls, like shimmering water droplets, were scattered across the fabric.

The dress flowed gracefully from her chest down to her hips, accentuating her curves. A golden belt, designed with the same ocean-inspired motifs, cinched her waist. A tiara embellished with golden seashells and pearls adorned Maris’s hair, and her gown was layered with thin fabric in shades of aqua and cobalt. The tiara held her flowing locks in place, allowing her hair to cascade down her back.

The scar on her back from the wound that almost took her life was hidden under the length of her hair, and the one on her chest was concealed under the soft chains connecting through the fabric of her dress.

Valda touched the exposed skin of her shoulders and arms any chance she could. During their official dinner, she would caress Maris’s legs under the table, and during their first dance, her rough, callused hands would roam over her back, under her hair, touching, caressing, stoking the fire. With each glass of meidaia, Maris loosened up more and more. Skylian music made Maris get up from her seat, but it was her home’s music that melted her into Valda’s embrace.

The other woman’s hand traced love letters on her skin, setting her on fire. Her heart hammered inside her head, chest, and between her legs, the more Valda’s hand touched her. As each song ended, Valda kissed her. First a terse kiss, then a deeper one, until all Maris saw was a blur of colors and faces as they rushed down Harmonia castle’s corridors.

And now, as Maris slammed the door shut and pulled at Valda’s clothing, their kisses were downright feral.

As if tired of her sad attempts at undressing her, Valda ducked, hooked her arms behind her knees, and scooped her from the ground, only to toss her upon the grand bed .

Valda’s eyes darkened as she untucked the waist scarf and tossed it on the ground. Maris watched intently, swallowing hard, her fingers digging into the fur blanket.

“Fucking you as my wife will be an absolute delight,” Valda said, breathless, undoing the buttons of her top, revealing sweaty, sun-kissed skin for Maris’s visual pleasure.

The more Valda revealed herself, the more Maris’s control slipped away. But it was Valda’s mischievous smile that made Maris feel her heartbeat between her legs. Biting her lower lip, Maris pulled at the fabric of her skirt, bunching it up at her waist. She wanted to feel Valda’s skin on her, but as she struggled to pull the dress off, Valda stopped her. Clutching her wrist, the other woman shook her head in disapproval.

“Keep the dress on,” Valda’s sultry voice sent a chill down her spine as she reached out to take the tiara off Maris’s head.

“All right…” she whispered, while Valda moved over her.

“Good girl,” Valda chuckled, hovering over Maris, slotting their lips together. Her tongue pressed inside Maris’s mouth, the contact sending a jolt of excitement down Maris’s lower stomach.

Just as Maris was about to deepen the kiss, Valda pulled back, the mischievous grin still intact.

“I am surprised you have asked to see none of our wedding gifts,” Valda said, bumping her nose against Maris’s jaw.

“We sneaked out of our own party… I couldn’t care less about that right at this moment, Valda.”

“Now, now, Seashell. We should always be grateful. Especially when that gift is from Kayden.”

Maris shifted back. “Kayden?” Her eyes widened with excitement before roaming the room, looking for said gift.

Valda stood from the bed and walked towards the mirrored bureau, where a heavily crafted golden box lay. The symbol of Aphrodite was carved on one side and on top of the box.

Standing by the bureau, with her top open enough to reveal the soft muscles of her abdomen, Valda reached for a note next to the box. Valda shot Maris a glance before winking at her. “Let’s see…” She unfolded the paper before her eyes roamed over it. “ Happy wedding day to the two queens. May Aphrodite bless this night.”

Arching a brow, Valda folded the note again and tossed it aside before taking the box to Maris .

Before Valda could place the box on the bed, Maris was already opening it. She knew what to expect.

Nestled within layers of crimson velvet, the toy gleamed. Unlike the other, this one was made with an alabaster material and looked slightly bigger. At its base, delicate roses intertwined with ivy leaves. It looked too pretty to be used. But Maris instantly pulled it out of the box and pushed Valda to lie on her back.

Valda’s surprised expression sent another thrill through her. Maris straddled Valda’s waist, and with her free hand, she pushed her top further open, exposing Valda’s chest to the chilly night air. Her wife’s nipples hardened as her breath hitched. This time, it was Maris’s turn to spread a teasing smile on her face.

She leaned forward, captured a nipple in her mouth, and relished the noises coming out of Valda. Her wife’s rugged hand slipped under the long skirt, touching her thighs and gripping them as if her life depended on it. Maris rubbed her cunt, squeezing on nothing. Groaning in frustration, she pulled away and waved the toy at Valda.

“Put it on,” she whispered over Valda’s chest.

Valda gripped and squeezed her thighs harder, trying to sit up, but Maris pushed her back on the bed and shook her head.

“Now, Valda.”

With a huff, Valda sat up, grabbed Maris by the chin, and kissed her fiercely. As she deepened the kiss, she pushed Maris off her enough to get rid of her pants, kicking them off the bed and bringing Maris back over her, but not before inserting their gift.

The kiss broke with a deep hiss coming from Valda just as Maris shifted over her. She hitched her skirt up, pulling it enough to not impede her from what she wanted.

She cupped Valda’s stomach, using her as support as the toy pressed to her backside. Maris closed her eyes and tried to remain quiet, but the friction of her pussy against Valda’s lower stomach was driving her over the edge.

Valda’s eyes opened wide, before looking up at Maris, who smiled breathlessly. Her fingers curled on Valda’s abs before rolling her hips against her, causing more friction, smearing more of her wetness over her wife.

“Gods, Maris,” Valda mumbled, her jaw tightly clenched as her fingers strained with her inner battle to touch Maris. “You are so wet.”

“Your fault,” Maris said, moving her hair away from her face, her chest pressing out, her nipples visible through the fabric. Maris reached behind her. She wrapped her fingers around it and gave it one slow pump .

Valda’s mouth opened wide, in both pleasure and shock. Gritting her teeth, Valda closed her eyes again, pressing her head to the pillow. The delicious, thick columns of her neck stood out, and Maris wanted to taste her. Releasing the cock, Maris leaned forward to give her lover an open mouth kiss. Her soft breast pressed to Valda’s chest and another gush of arousal seeped through her folds. As she raised her hips, she pressed the cock against her slit, coating it with her arousal.

Valda seemed like she was on the verge of a heart attack, her breathing labored, her skin hot and prickled, and her muscles tense. Maris knew she was torturing her and decided her mate had enough. Moving her hand between her legs, Maris reached for Valda’s cock and aligned the head with her opening.

“Help me put it in, Val—”

One hand spread Maris wider, while the other grabbed her cock to align it better. Her honey eyes flew open, staring directly at her. She didn’t move. She will only do what Maris wanted her to do. But as Valda looked at her with that intensity, Maris wondered if it was a good idea to take control. Valda wanted to fuck her, and she could see it in the embers in her eyes.

Lowering her hips, the burning stretch of Valda took her by surprise. Her mouth fell open as her eyes widened. The toy was bigger than she had expected, bigger than anything they had before. Her fingers curled over Valda’s taut stomach, feeling the tension of her lover underneath her skin. As the tip slipped in, Valda’s eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back.

“ Fuck—“ Valda shuddered; her grip almost painful while Maris continued.

As she took each inch, she couldn’t believe how ridiculously full she felt. Her pussy fluttered over Valda’s cock. She didn’t stop until she was sitting on Valda, full of her, adjusting to her and basking in the warmth of her skin.

Valda released her to trail her hands over her waist before falling back on the bed. She struggled to breathe as she closed her eyes tightly once again. After a long second, Maris raised her hips and the delicious friction melted her muscles. The burning was still there, but once she lowered back down, pleasure coiled in her lower stomach, unleashing fire within her.

A deep moan surfaced from within her chest, heat spreading through her limbs. She lifted again, the movement shorter this time as she pumped Valda slowly. Looking down at her wife, she saw Valda’s concentration etched on her face in a deep frown. She was holding on for dear life, and Maris almost felt bad .

Almost.

Her wife clutched to the bedsheet with white knuckles, a bead of sweat running down her temple. Valda was fighting for her life, and Maris had to commend her for it. Leaning over, Maris grabbed hold of the headrest, her heavy chest over Valda’s face, careful not to slip the cock from inside her. Her pumps were shallow, precise, enough to drive herself right where she wanted to be, on the edge of her orgasm. She just needed Valda to take over and push her over the edge.

Grabbing Valda’s jaw, she forced her to open her eyes and look at her. Steadying her movements, Maris rolled her tongue over her lips before stopping altogether.

Valda frowned, her breathing labored and rapid. “What is it? What do you need?”

“I need you to fuck me, Valda.”

Valda’s jaw snapped shut. Her large hands clung to Maris’s waist. Lifting her up, Valda braced her heels against the bed and shot her hips up with no mercy. The wet slapping sound of their bodies filled the dense air in the room, followed by Maris’s pleasurable and broken cries.

Valda’s deep groan was soon muffled by Maris’s breast when they slipped from her dress. Valda took her left nipple into her mouth, her hips never skipping a beat as she drilled into her with a strength Maris had never experienced. Her entire body bounced against Valda’s stronger one as she buried her hands in her dark strands for leverage.

Valda pulled away from her breast with a loud pop, her tongue tracing a fiery path on her neck up to her ear.

“I love the way your pussy clings to my cock,” Valda panted against Maris’s ear. Hissing, she slipped her hands to clutch Maris’s ass. The strength in her grip would leave bruises for sure, but the idea of being marked by Valda excited Maris more than it bothered her. Pulling away, Maris cupped her lover’s jaw, her body bouncing lewdly on Valda. “Tell me you are enjoying this as much as I am,” Valda muttered, wrapping her arms around Maris, thrusting harder, deeper. “Gods, tell me you love this, Seashell—”

“Don’t stop,” Maris said, her voice broken with the coiling pleasure in her stomach.

“Fuck, I won’t,” Valda breathed, her grip tightening, surrounding Maris, drowning her with the feeling of her skin, with the pounding of her hips. “Not until I feel you squeezing me.”

Hooking her arms behind Maris, Valda doubled her strokes, her hips slapping against Maris’s bottom. The sound was dense in the air until all she could hear and breathe was their essence. It didn’t take long for Maris’s muscles to melt into liquid fire as her mouth slacked open in a silent cry.

For long seconds, the only thing she could feel was Valda underneath her, pushing her over that edge, pulling her down to graze their hips together. Maris mumbled Valda’s name reverently, her hands slipping from the headboard to hold Valda.

Her wife suddenly tensed underneath her, her voice cracking as hers had done moments ago. The tension in Valda’s body melted into a storm of sweet kisses over her shoulders and neck. Valda pulled the dress lower, enough to kiss the scar in the middle of her sternum while her other hand reached to caress the one on her back. The passion and lust ebbed, only to be replaced by tenderness. Valda’s arms eased around her waist while her labored breathing turned into a quiet sob.

Maris opened her eyes, only for the darkness to welcome her. She pushed on Valda’s shoulders, wanting to have a better look at her face. “Darling?” Maris murmured, while Valda shook her head against her chest.

“I don’t think I will ever get over the fact that I almost lost you,” Valda whispered into the night, her lips tickling Maris’s skin.

“Valda—” Maris pulled back and held her face. “You will find me, right?”

Valda frowned, as if annoyed by the question. “Of course. Now and forever, until the end of time.”

“Promise?” Maris tilted her head with a smile on her lips, already knowing the answer.

“I promise.” Valda nodded, tracing soft circles against Maris’s back. “My soul is forever connected to yours. I will recognize you, even if I am reborn in another kingdom, in another world, again and again.”

Maris smiled. “Until time stops itself?”

“And even then—” Valda sighed, leaning back and pulling Maris to lie over her chest. “I will build us a new world, if only to live in it alongside you.”

Maris tucked her head under Valda’s chin, nuzzling and basking in her body heat. She clung to her flank, taking in everything that she was.

“I love you, Valda.”

“I love you too, Maris.”

With a satisfied smile, Maris kissed Valda’s collarbone as the other woman embraced her tightly. Their hearts beat in sync, their souls dancing together like the wind and the ocean waves.

The end… for now.