Page 91 of The Curse of the Goddess

“Is my queen completely soaked for me?” Maris purred.

It took Valda a few seconds to reply, her face flushed with want. “Yes,” Valda whimpered, her hands clutching Maris’s face desperately. “Gods, Maris...” She kissed her again, sucking on her lower lip, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Maris’s skilled fingers rubbed soft, teasing circles.

“What are you doing to me?” Valda moaned, her face filled with need.

“I am fucking you with my fingers, Your Highness,” Maris chuckled, bumping her nose with Valda’s, relishing how the tall woman’s eyebrows knitted together, her lips parting in a gasp of pleasure. Maris slipped her middle finger deeper, feeling the queen’s walls quiver with anticipation, warm and wet and slick. Gods, she was so wet. She knew Valda was close, and her own mouth watered with anticipation. She had yearned to have her for so long, and now she was finally about to taste her.

Maris couldn’t get enough of Valda. Having her between her legs wasn’t sufficient. She craved seeing Valda unravel under her fingers, going deeper than any hand or tongue ever had. She longed to hear the soft moans coming from Valda’s core, see her struggle to catch her breath when she climaxed, all because of her.

With the meaty part of her palm pressing against Valda’s clit, Maris’s fingers hooked and stroked at her walls, seeking that sweet spot she knew all too well. “You are so beautiful like this,” Maris whispered, captivated by the way Valda’s face contorted, her eyes squeezed shut, and her large hands tightened on Maris’s waist. “You’re taking me so well, my Queen,” Maris breathed, reveling in the moans that escaped Valda’s lips, her body arching and trembling as Maris skillfully worked her to the edge of orgasm.

Valda’s release came as a silent cry, her hands clutching Maris’s face. Maris watched in awe, savoring the expression of surrender on Valda’s face as she let go of her power.

As Valda’s knees weakened, Maris wrapped her arm around Valda’s waist, guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed. Reluctantly, Maris withdrew her hand, but the way Valda leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs urged Maris to keep going, to explore more of the queen’s desires.

Maris took a step back, her gaze fixated on the flushed and disheveled woman before her. Valda’s hair clung to her sweaty forehead, her chest rising and falling with the effort to regain control. Maris needed Valda’s pants off, now. Her eyes traveled to the heavy boots the queen was wearing. The intricate laces were going to be a problem, and Maris didn’t have the patience for them. Kneeling, she tugged on the laces harshly, earning a surprised yelp from Valda. Maris blew a strand of hair from her face before trying again.

“Help me with these,” Maris said, tugging on the boots harshly.

“You have no patience at all, don’t you, Seashell?” With a huff, Valda pulled on the laces and then kicked both the boots and pants off her, followed by her blouse and chest wraps.

Once the garments were off, Maris’s eyes shot to the junction of Valda’s legs. Maris couldn’t help but be drawn to the glistening mound. Her hands trailed up Valda’s legs, over her hip bones, and across her toned stomach. “I want to taste you,” Maris breathed, unable to contain her craving.

Valda, still catching her breath, nodded in approval, and that was all the encouragement Maris needed. She pressed her hands on Valda’s inner thighs, parting the muscular legs, her own core throbbing with need. Leaning in, Maris used her broad tongue to trace a path from Valda’s opening to her sensitive clit, eliciting a surprised gasp, and it was like music to Maris’s ears. She gave her another lick, reveling in the taste of Valda’s arousal. She was like nothing she’s ever tasted before. She was perfect, and Maris’s hunger grew.

On her knees, Maris continued to spread Valda’s lips with her hands, savoring the sensation of Valda’s groans vibrating against her tongue. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure, and Maris found herself longing to hear them every day for the rest of her life. Pressing her mouth further, she wrapped her lips around Valda’s clit, and just as Valda’s hips began to move in response, Maris looked up, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of Valda’s quivering body. Teeth bared, her eyes fluttered open as her chest heaved with frustration.

Maris was captivated by the sight, as if it was the first time she had ever seen Valda without clothes, despite having memorized every line and scar on her body. She couldn’t help but stare, completely enthralled by the breathtaking warrior before her. Valda’s chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, a mixture of desire and frustration filling the air between them.

Valda’s pleas for Maris to continue anchored her between Valda’s legs, her hands gripping firm thighs with anticipation. She was determined to make Valda come again, even if she suffocated between her legs.

Valda’s hands reached out, grabbing Maris’s dark-blue curls and pulling her closer. “Gods, that’s it. Don’t you dare stop,” Valda gasped.

Maris moaned as her tongue slipped past Valda’s opening, savoring her taste. The power and strength that Valda possessed, capable of killing her with a snap of her fingers, only heightened Maris’s arousal. She was enthralled by Valda’s commanding presence and how she used her strength in this moment.

Unable to contain her own desire, Maris slipped two fingers into Valda’s wetness, curling them to stroke that sweet spot once more. Her lips latched onto Valda’s clit, teasing and tugging. Her other hand pressed against Valda’s lower stomach, adding more pressure, as Valda’s moans filled the room.

Valda’s body responded eagerly, her hips moving in sync with Maris’s expert ministrations, her grip tangling in Maris’s hair. The intensity of the moment was electrifying, and Maris was lost in the sensations, the taste, and the sounds.

Valda’s second release came swiftly, as her body quivered with pleasure. Her hands held Maris’s head in place, raising her hips to ride out the waves of her orgasm.

As the waves ebbed, Maris withdrew her fingers, missing the sensation of Valda’s walls squeezing and fluttering around them. She crawled up the bed, eager to see the aftermath of her efforts. She wanted to witness every detail of Valda’s pleasure.

“I thought you would have more stamina. You are a warrior after all.” Maris grinned.

Valda let out a breathy laugh, closing her eyes and leaning back against the soft silk sheets, looking as though she was floating in a state of bliss. A content smile spread over her full lips, and she spoke teasingly. “You sure like to talk a lot for a Sealian that doesn’t know how to swim.”

Maris’s playful grin persisted. “Yet I survived your attempt to drown me.”

Valda guffawed, her hand moving to find Maris. She traced soft circles on Maris’s skin with her fingers, sending shivers down her spine. Valda then pushed herself further back into the bed, resting her head on a pillow, and let out a satisfied sigh. She extended her hand for Maris to take.

Closing her hand with Valda’s, Maris allowed herself to be pulled into a slow, passionate kiss. Valda’s satisfied moan further stoked the embers of Maris’s desire. Her own arousal still dripped down her thighs, and Valda’s kiss did little to quench her need.

Valda pulled away from the kiss, her breath warm against Maris’s lips. “Is that what I taste like?” she asked, rubbing her nose against Maris’s.

Maris nodded, her thumb wiping Valda’s lower lip. “Delicious.”

“I wonder...” Valda tilted her head, her expression playful. She dove in for another kiss, her tongue exploring Maris’s mouth before pulling away with a mischievous smile. “Between you and I, who tastes sweeter?”

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