Page 131 of The Curse of the Goddess

Heat rose to her cheeks before she cleared her throat nervously. “Anyways, back to the weather.”

“You seem obsessed with the weather…”

“Well, right now, I am noticing the burn marks from yesterday.” She rubbed her fingertips over Valda’s neck. “May I propose something to prevent any possible damage to your skin?”

“I’m always glad to hear your ideas. My skin always suffers under the sun. It can get dry pretty quickly.”

“Again, that was prior to you finding a capable lover to care for those things. You completely disregard your health from time to time.”

Valda laughed before touching Maris’s calf lovingly. “My body says otherwise. Or would you say that I disregard my physical health?” This time, Maris saw Valda’s devilish smirk as she crossed her arms under the pillow. The massive muscles of her shoulders flexed for Maris’s viewing pleasure.

Maris squeezed Valda’s flank to steady herself as the queen moved. As much as she wanted to tell the truth and say that there was absolutely nothing wrong with Valda’s physical appearance, she wanted to play along. This teasing that they always partook in was one of her favorite things about being with Valda.

“Melvian insisted that I bring this ointment and I don’t want it to go to waste. It will help you with the burns and give your skin a nice tone.”

“I already have a nice tone.”

True. Valda’s sun-kissed and freckled-covered skin was beautiful. “Also, I wanted to coddle you this morning. Let me put this on you to get you ready before breakfast time.”

Maris opened the flask, moved it under her nose again before leaning over Valda. The queen inhaled deeply and let out a satisfied groan as she exhaled.

“Good?”

Valda’s body relaxed as she poured a thin line of salve over her shoulders and spine. The cold liquid sent a ripple of goosebumps over Valda’s skin as Maris closed the flask and gently tossed it aside. She rubbed the salve thoroughly and evenly on Valda’s back before using her thumbs to knead the stiff muscles. She loved Valda’s body, but there was something about the queen’s back that was extremely erotic. Especially when she could feel the muscles rippling with each movement, her mind drifted back to the nights she had dug her blunt fingers to her skin in the heat of passion. The queen never flinched. It was as if feeding a fire that consumed her.

A pleasurable sigh escaped Valda’s lips, pulling Maris back to the task at hand. Maris rubbed her fingers tighter, noticing the hard spots on her back. “Gods, Valda you have knots all over.”

“Part of the job,” Valda said, her lips parting—a deep rumble escaping her throat. “Your hands are a gift from the gods,” she groaned.

“I know. I’ve seen how you come because of them.” Maris’s lips curled. Valda closed her mouth and stiffened.“Hmm? Speechless? My, my. Who would’ve thought?” Maris leaned close enough to take a quick peek at Valda’s face. “Is that a blush that I see on my darling queen’s face?”

“Maris…” Valda’s voice was low, practically a growl, and it made Maris shiver with excitement.

“Right.”

Maris couldn’t help but smirk as she leaned closer, putting more weight onto her hands as she tried to smooth out the knots. Painstakingly, she brought her hands together and moved them up to both sides of her neck, pressing hard enough to release the tension there, her body riding up Valda’s thighs until her mound was snuggled to Valda’s backside. The position resembled the one Valda had taken just a couple of nights ago, when she had used the cock on Maris, taking her from behind.

Heat rushed through Maris’s entire body, down to right between her legs. Her hands slid from Valda’s neck, covering her shoulder, and finally down her spine, settling on the dimples of her back, right above the curve of her ass. Maris stared. Valda had a perfect ass. It wasn’t solid as a rock, but it was firm, soft to the touch.

Maris hissed an intake of air as she squeezed Valda’s hips.

“That feels so good,” Valda whispered, shifting under Maris again.

“Does it?” Maris asked, matching Valda’s tone. The other woman nodded, and Maris settled her hands on top of her bottom. She squeezed the soft flesh as a tantalizing moan escaped Valda’s parted lips.

Being able to touch Valda so freely, with no boundaries, burned Maris’s very core. Her entire body was set ablaze, and she clenched at the thought of touching Valda in other places. Fluttering her eyes closed, her thumb kneaded Valda’s ass cheeks, slowly and instinctively. She spread Valda enough to see damp, delicate, and soft dark skin glimmering. Wet. For her.

Maris’s mouth watered as she stared down at Valda’s delicious form, then raised her gaze. Valda was struggling for control. Hands clutching the soft fabric of the pillow, she buried her face to drown out the faint cries that dared escape her.

“Is it good?” Maris asked, her tone teasing.

Valda answered her with a soft cry, muffled by the pillow.

Maris grinned as one hand dipped between Valda’s cheeks and touched her damp folds. “Oh, Your Highness,” Maris let out a theatrical gasp, her index and middle finger gathering Valda’s wetness to tease the sensitive nub. “This is more than good, this is perfect.” Maris wet her lips with her tongue, settling her knees on the inside of Valda’s thighs, spreading her legs wider. “I should probably massage you here as well. I know I can get those knots untangled just by touching you here.”

Valda lifted her head from the pillow, eyes closed. Her mouth hung open, whimpering in pleasure as Maris’s fingers worked her, slowly and steadily, her fingertips circling around her clit. “Gods, don’t you dare stop.”

Maris shook her head. Her grip on Valda grew bolder, stronger, as did her strokes.

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