Page 110 of The Curse of the Goddess

“Did you enjoy it?” Valda asked, her voice so low it was almost a growl. Maris panted against her face, her hands held Valda’s thick wrist, not to push her away, but to keep her in place. Valda had noticed that Maris enjoyed it when she was rough, and she was more than happy to oblige her needs.

“I did,” Maris answered in a shuddering breath.

“Do you like being held down and filled to the brim?” Valda asked, her hands moving down Maris’s back to her ass. She squeezed tightly. “Do you like feeling full?”

Valda’s lips parted, she wanted to have one hand on Maris’s head, pining her face to the silk sheets while the other gripped her waist as she plowed into her. Maris would be hers, and no one else.

“Maris?” Valda’s deep thick voice broke the silence.

Her other hand cupped Maris’s face, and she felt her nod once more. Valda hissed in a breath before capturing her lips in a scorching kiss. A bolt of lust seared through as she stood, grabbed Maris by the back of her knees, and pulled her enough to wrap her legs around her waist. Valda picked her up with ease. She imagined all the positions, all the scenarios she would be able to claim her, over and over again.

No one else would have her. No one else would be allowed to even breathe near her. If Isen even dared, she would have no remorse if she ended his life.

Valda moved confidently through the chamber, until her knees touched the wooden platform of the bed. Carefully, she settled Maris on the bed, kissing her fervently as her hands explored the curves of her waist and ass. With apprehension, she pulled away, chuckling at Maris’s subtle whine.

“I have to look for something,” Valda whispered against her mouth. “Be a good girl and undress for me, Seashell.”

“W-what? What are you going to look for?”

“Trust me, you will enjoy it,” Valda said, sealing her promise with a deep kiss. She pulled away from Maris, whose hands still clung to her, only releasing when she climbed off the bed and made her way to the closet.She was so thankful for the strings.

Maris issued an annoyed grunt and fabric shuffled. Valda hoped she was able to find a specific box. Valda silently thanked Kayden for his obsession with sex and the fact that he had this magical cock lying around. Or did he create it just for her? Either way, Valda was going to use it, and she hoped Maris would want to use it.

As she moved about the closet, searching the numerous wooden drawers, Valda wondered if the box was even in the room. She had given direct instructions for the gift to be put in her room, but with all that had happened, Valda hadn’t taken a moment to look for it. Growing impatient, she fell to her knees and opened the last drawer, finding what she was looking for.

Touching the lid, Valda made out the symbol of Harmonia. She removed the metal latch from the box and opened it. One hand trailed over the phallic object and a wide grin spread over her face.

Valda stood, placed the box on top of the drawers and removed her clothing. Her heated skin welcomed the cold breeze with goosebumps. Naked, she felt the cock in her hands and tried to understand how to wear it. Kayden had told her it had been blessed by Aphrodite herself. She knew that was a lie, but still…

She would feel everything if she wore it. She would be able to feel all of Maris.

Touching her way through, Valda found the side she was supposed to place inside of her. Spreading her legs, Valda felt her opening, making sure she was wet enough for the toy to fit through without any problem. Her early thoughts of taking Maris had done the trick. Leaning against the closet frame, Valda’s jaw slacked in a silent groan.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered. What sort of witchcraft was this? Valda’s hand trembled, her fingers circling on the base of the cock. She felt it. She felt her hand, the warmth and softness of her skin on the base. Squeezing the length, she pumped the head and her knees almost buckled with the shocking sensation running through her.

Valda’s mouth parted as she released a broken moan. Oh, she needed to use this on Maris. She needed to feel her. Taking mouthfuls of air, she returned to her bed, where an exasperated and desperate Maris waited for her.

Her hand moved about until it bumped into Maris who was standing by the bed. The younger woman pressed against her, and she could feel Maris’s ass to the underside of the cock. Valda groaned, holding Maris steady by the waist as she pressed her nose to the back of her head, inhaling her alluring scent.

Maris clutched to her nape, her other hand moved behind her to touch Valda’s cock. Her hands were silky soft, and Valda had to bite her lower lip to keep herself from moaning.

“What is this?” Maris asked. Her voice was low, a whisper.

The queen growled, needing to push her against the bed and be done with it. But she wanted to enjoy this as much as she wanted to please Maris. It didn’t matter if she had her release as long as Maris did. She would do anything to have the younger woman melt in her arms.

With uneven breaths, Valda wrapped her arms around Maris’s torso. “A gift,” she managed to say.

“From whom may I ask?”

Valda shuddered, tracing soft, delicate circles over Maris’s hip bone. “Kayden.”

“Why am I not surprised? Do your maids enjoy it?” Maris tried to turn to face her, but Valda held her in place and shook her face against the back of her head in a silent plea for her to stay as she was.

“I haven’t used it on anyone,” Valda said, breathless and struggling to stay in control. “You would be the first.” The only... Pressing an open-mouth kiss to Maris’s exposed shoulder, she fought the need to sink her teeth into supple flesh. “You should feel tremendously special.” She moved wavy hair away from Maris’s neck to bury her nose there.

“Unless you don’t want me to use it on you. I can make do with my mouth and fingers, Seashell.” She groaned, pressing herself even closer to Maris, wanting her to feel the length and thickness of the toy. “But I would love nothing more than to feel you clamp around this.”

Valda huffed, as the hand clutching Maris’s waist slipped down to between her legs, cupping the mound between Maris’s thick thighs.

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