Page 112 of The Curse of the Goddess

“Valda, please!” Maris cried out, as Valda kissed her forehead.

“I love it when you scream my name,” Valda said, her fingertips brushing over Maris’s neck. “Let the entire castle know that I am the one taking you.”

“Don’t stop, please, Valda,” Maris whimpered, “Don’t ever stop.”

Valda hovered over her, her hand moving back to her waist as she slid down, pressing hot, wet kisses to Maris’s back, branding her with each stroke. She shook her head, strands of short hair tickling her lover’s shoulders as she pulled Maris, pressing her chest to her back.

“I won’t stop.” She panted, sending Maris’s walls fluttering. Her lover was close, but she was far from done. “Not even the Gods will keep me away from you.”She then stopped moving altogether, slipping out suddenly.

Before Maris could utter a word of disappointment, Valda turned her around and picked her up. Her legs automatically encircled the queen’s waist. Valda held the base of her cock, and without warning, pushed inside Maris again.

The surprised gasp that escaped from Maris’s lips made Valda shudder with want. She held onto Maris’s thighs and ass as firmly as she could before she started a new rhythm.

“Hold on to me.”

Maris clung to Valda for dear life as she rammed into her. Their chests pressed together as if they could only breathe each other’s breath. Valda’s brow stitched in pure concentration, holding Maris close as she angled herself to thrust into her. She wanted to know what got Maris off. She wanted to make her come. She wanted to ruin Maris for anyone else that even dared lay eyes on her.

With a possessive growl, Valda released Maris’s thigh and clutched the back of her neck, and claimed her mouth in another burning kiss. Maris clung to her shoulders as her entire body stiffened and she clamped around Valda’s cock.

Valda’s jaw slacked, her eyes squeezing shut as Maris’s pussy sucked her in. Her rhythm faltered before both her hands moved to Maris’s ass, pressing tighter, wanting them both to ride the waves of their orgasms for as long as they possibly could. Her own orgasm followed suit, unable to control herself or the pleasure of having Maris’s hot wetness wash over her cock.

“Fuuuck!”

Without much of a warning, Valda fell back on the bed, her strong arms holding Maris as if she was the most important thing in her entire existence, and she could only shudder as the thought raced in her mind. It was too much for Valda’s heart to handle, and she closed her eyes tightly. Maris slumped over Valda, still holding onto her as if fearing she might drop her. But Valda held her tenderly. She would never hurt her, not on purpose.

“You are perfect,” Valda whispered, callused hands holding Maris close to her body. “Gods, you are perfect…” She needed Maris to understand. “I would give up my throne to have a second-long glimpse of your face as you come…”

Maris shook her head against her shoulder. With open palms, she pushed herself up, sitting on Valda’s lap with her cock still perfectly snug inside. “You don’t mean that,” she said, out of breath, thoroughly fucked and loved.

Valda wanted nothing more than to see her, with disheveled hair, drops of sweat on her skin, a goddess.

“You don’t know what I am capable of, Seashell.”

Maris released a sigh, her hips jerking forward, enough to stir Valda’s arousal once more. Maris’s silkiness gripped her cock and she shuddered with desire. She lifted her enough to ease her cock out and back in. A low groan emanated from Valda as Maris’s hands clamped around her face. Soft, plump lips slotted against hers, prying her mouth open and welcoming a warm tongue.

Valda hooked her arms behind Maris, imprisoning the younger woman to her.

“What was that all about, Your Highness?”

Valda opened her eyes, hoping that by some miracle she would be able to see Maris just as she had seen her cat moments ago. “What do you mean?”

Maris chuckled and bumped her nose against Valda’s sharp jaw. “The gift?”

Valda pulled the younger woman closer. “I just wanted to let you know. You won’t need a man to satisfy your needs. You have all you need with me.”

“Oh? Is that jealousy I hear? Were you concerned that my attention would fall on Captain Hurley instead of you?”

Valda shrugged teasingly. “You are my assistant. You have nothing to assist him with.”

“He might need help tying his hair.”

“Well, I guess a new uniform reform is due. I will start with the haircut style. Buzz cut, everyone.”

Maris laughed loudly while Valda pressed her hand to her chest. Her heart beat erratically. Maris’s laughter ebbed, and for some reason, Valda could tell that she was studying her features. Maris pried her hand away and softly brushed her fingertips over the ridges of scars on Valda’s arm. The queen sucked in a breath, tensing at the sudden caress.

Just as quickly, Maris pulled her hand away. “I am sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

Valda shook her head. “No. No, it’s quite all right. It just took me by surprise, that’s all.” Valda eased Maris from her, her cock sliding out of her warmth. She missed it already, but it was still early, and maybe they could fuck again if Maris wished to. Holding Maris close, she pushed herself up the bed until she laid her head on one of her many pillows.

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