Page 92 of The Curse of the Goddess

Maris teased, “You’ve already forgotten what I taste like? So soon?”

A deep rumble of amusement escaped Valda’s chest, her smile bright and playful. “Silly me.” Her expression then turned more intense as she sat up. “Take your clothes off, Seashell.”

There was no room for objection, and she needed to liberate her heated skin from its confinements. Standing by the side of the bed, Maris peeled off her tight shirt uniform, removed her chest bindings, and let her heavy breasts spill free. All the while, she watched Valda ascend higher up the bed, closer to the headboard. Maris climbed back onto the mattress, settling on Valda’s lap, straddling her.

“It’s my turn,” Valda announced, her lips leaving a trail of kisses along Maris’s chest, her hands finding their way to her ass.

Growing impatient, Maris grasped Valda’s face and guided her mouth over her left nipple, eliciting a deep chuckle from the queen.

“You’re so impatient, Seashell.”

“And you like to prolong things unnecessarily,” Maris replied, feeling annoyed. She grabbed a handful of Valda’s black hair and pulled her closer.

Valda took Maris’s nipple into her mouth, her lips hot and soft against the sensitive skin. She sucked hungrily, her hands roaming from Maris’s ass to her back, caressing her with desperation.

As Valda continued, Maris threw her head back. Valda’s lips moved from her breast to the middle of her chest, and then to her neck. Her long blue hair brushed against Valda’s face and arms, prompting her to pull back and run her hands through it with satisfaction.

“Your hair is so long,” Valda murmured, feeling the texture, and bringing it close to smell. “You always smell like the sea.” Valda brushed her lips against Maris’s collarbone. “You’re absolutely perfect, aren’t you?”

“Valda,” Maris whimpered, a silent plea escaping her lips.

She craved release, longing for Valda since she woke up next to her that morning. She wanted this woman more than anything she had ever wanted before. But Valda was torturing her, licking her neck, her chest, the space between them, pulling her head back to nibble on her skin, guiding Maris’s hips to rub against her own muscular thighs. Maris was losing her mind.

“Goodness, Maris. You’re drenched,” Valda purred, rubbing her lips over Maris’s earlobe. “You poor thing.” Pulling away, Valda guided Maris’s face to hers and kissed her again, slow and hot, pouring her need into each stroke of her tongue.

Maris broke the kiss, her hands gripping Valda’s shoulders as she held on tightly. Her hips rocked back and forth, seeking the friction that would bring her release. But Valda had other plans. The queen leaned back, resting her head on the pillow, and effortlessly lifted Maris from her thighs, positioning her body over her own until Maris hovered above her face.

Maris tensed. She wasn’t prepared for this, to sit on Valda’s face. She wasn’t exactly lightweight, and she didn’t want to hurt her. Her thighs strained as she tried to hold herself up while Valda pulled her closer.

“Valda, wait.”

“You tell me I drag things too long and now you want me to wait?” Valda pulled her again.

“I... I don’t think I should,” Maris stammered.

Valda ignored her protest and took charge. “Don’t hover. Sit. For now, you will be the queen. I will be the throne.” Determined, Valda pulled Maris, forcing her to sit on her face before spreading her apart, and dipping her tongue into Maris’s core.

Maris was overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. Her hands, gripping the pillows next to Valda’s head, flew to the headboard, her nails digging into the wood as she opened her mouth in a silent scream. Valda frowned at Maris’s quietness and effortlessly lifted her up, letting out a deep growl.

“Scream if you must, Seashell. Let the guards outside know who is taking you.”

Whimpering, Maris couldn’t hold back any longer. A cry escaped her lips as her hands fumbled with the headrest, angling her body to meet Valda’s hungry mouth. She couldn’t resist the urge to hold onto Valda’s dark hair, keeping her steady as she rocked her hips, grinding her swollen clit against Valda’s skilled tongue. Her arousal was making a mess, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“Fuck, Valda!” Maris gasped as the pressure built in her body. Valda’s deep, rumbling chuckle vibrated through her, sending shivers down her spine. Valda’s hands on her lower back and thighs only pushed her closer to the edge, and Maris knew she was so close to coming.

As her climax approached, a warm sensation pierced through her forehead, spreading down to her neck and breasts. She had never felt something like that before. It was hot, ticklish and as strange as it felt, Maris found no reason to fear the feeling. She couldn’t hold back the cries that escaped her lips, turning into curses until they were replaced by soft, satisfied moans. Valda’s strokes intensified, anchoring Maris to her face, and pushing her higher and higher until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Maris collapsed, her arms useless, but Valda didn’t stop. Her relentless licks continued, flicking Maris’s clit until a second wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her body went limp, and Valda sat up, gently pushing Maris down until she was comfortably lying by her side.

Valda’s satisfied smile left Maris breathless, or maybe it was the earth-shattering orgasms she had just experienced. “You are so much sweeter, Seashell,” Valda said, licking her lips with relish. “So much sweeter...”

Maris scooted closer and rested her head on Valda’s chest, listening to her frantic heartbeat, knowing that she was the cause of it. Valda released a pleased rumble and pulled Maris even closer, their legs tangling together in an intimate embrace. Closing her eyes, concentrating on the warmth that spread through the contact, Maris couldn’t help but feel possessive of the queen. Her hand clutched at her flank as Valda breathed in deeply and exhaled happily.

Maris wasn’t sure where she stood with the queen. They were lovers, there was no doubt in her mind, but Maris wasn’t sure if the queen would at some point ask her to be her mate again. Either way, she wasn’t about to ask and ruin it whatever it was that they had. She enjoyed being with her, enjoyed the bickering, her difficult personality, her passion, she enjoyed everything.She just didn’t want the heartache that came with being mated.

“I am sorry,” Valda mumbled, her voice was soft and slow, with a gentle cadence that seemed to lull Maris into a relaxed state. “I never meant to hurt your feelings, or insult your parents,” Valda said, her every word was carefully measured, spoken with a quiet intensity that carried a hint of drowsiness. Her voice drew Maris in, enveloping her in a warm embrace.

Maris admired Valda’s open and non-judgmental demeanor as she revealed more about herself. “To answer your question,” Maris began, leaning closer and pressing her bare chest against Valda’s, “my mother taught me how to play the violin.”

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