Page 157 of The Stolen Kingdom

“I am surprised you have asked to see none of our wedding gifts,” Valda said, bumping her nose against Maris’s jaw.

“We sneaked out of our own party… I couldn’t care less about that right at this moment, Valda.”

“Now, now, Seashell. We should always be grateful. Especially when that gift is from Kayden.”

Maris shifted back. “Kayden?” Her eyes widened with excitement before roaming the room, looking for said gift.

Valda stood from the bed and walked towards the mirrored bureau, where a heavily crafted golden box lay. The symbol of Aphrodite was carved on one side and on top of the box.

Standing by the bureau, with her top open enough to reveal the soft muscles of her abdomen, Valda reached for a note next to the box. Valda shot Maris a glance before winking at her. “Let’s see…” She unfolded the paper before her eyes roamed over it. “Happy wedding day to the two queens. May Aphrodite bless this night.”

Arching a brow, Valda folded the note again and tossed it aside before taking the box to Maris.

Before Valda could place the box on the bed, Maris was already opening it. She knew what to expect.

Nestled within layers of crimson velvet, the toy gleamed. Unlike the other, this one was made with an alabaster material and looked slightly bigger. At its base, delicate roses intertwined with ivy leaves. It looked too pretty to be used. But Maris instantly pulled it out of the box and pushed Valda to lie on her back.

Valda’s surprised expression sent another thrill through her. Maris straddled Valda’s waist, and with her free hand, she pushed her top further open, exposing Valda’s chest to the chilly night air. Her wife’s nipples hardened as her breath hitched. This time, it was Maris’s turn to spread a teasing smile on her face.

She leaned forward, captured a nipple in her mouth, and relished the noises coming out of Valda. Her wife’s rugged hand slipped under the long skirt, touching her thighs and gripping them as if her life depended on it. Maris rubbed her cunt, squeezing on nothing. Groaning in frustration, she pulled away and waved the toy at Valda.

“Put it on,” she whispered over Valda’s chest.

Valda gripped and squeezed her thighs harder, trying to sit up, but Maris pushed her back on the bed and shook her head.

“Now, Valda.”

With a huff, Valda sat up, grabbed Maris by the chin, and kissed her fiercely. As she deepened the kiss, she pushed Maris off her enough to get rid of her pants, kicking them off the bed and bringing Maris back over her, but not before inserting their gift.

The kiss broke with a deep hiss coming from Valda just as Maris shifted over her. She hitched her skirt up, pulling it enough to not impede her from what she wanted.

She cupped Valda’s stomach, using her as support as the toy pressed to her backside. Maris closed her eyes and tried to remain quiet, but the friction of her pussy against Valda’s lower stomach was driving her over the edge.

Valda’s eyes opened wide, before looking up at Maris, who smiled breathlessly. Her fingers curled on Valda’s abs before rolling her hips against her, causing more friction, smearing more of her wetness over her wife.

“Gods, Maris,” Valda mumbled, her jaw tightly clenched as her fingers strained with her inner battle to touch Maris. “You are so wet.”

“Your fault,” Maris said, moving her hair away from her face, her chest pressing out, her nipples visible through the fabric. Maris reached behind her. She wrapped her fingers around it and gave it one slow pump.

Valda’s mouth opened wide, in both pleasure and shock. Gritting her teeth, Valda closed her eyes again, pressing her head to the pillow. The delicious, thick columns of her neck stood out, and Maris wanted to taste her. Releasing the cock, Maris leaned forward to give her lover an open mouth kiss. Her soft breast pressed to Valda’s chest and another gush of arousal seeped through her folds. As she raised her hips, she pressed the cock against her slit, coating it with her arousal.

Valda seemed like she was on the verge of a heart attack, her breathing labored, her skin hot and prickled, and her muscles tense. Maris knew she was torturing her and decided her mate had enough. Moving her hand between her legs, Maris reached for Valda’s cock and aligned the head with her opening.

“Help me put it in, Val—”

One hand spread Maris wider, while the other grabbed her cock to align it better. Her honey eyes flew open, staring directly at her. She didn’t move. She will only do what Maris wanted her to do. But as Valda looked at her with that intensity, Maris wondered if it was a good idea to take control. Valda wanted to fuck her, and she could see it in the embers in her eyes.

Lowering her hips, the burning stretch of Valda took her by surprise. Her mouth fell open as her eyes widened. The toy was bigger than she had expected, bigger than anything they had before. Her fingers curled over Valda’s taut stomach, feeling the tension of her lover underneath her skin. As the tip slipped in, Valda’s eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back.

“Fuck—“Valda shuddered; her grip almost painful while Maris continued.

As she took each inch, she couldn’t believe how ridiculously full she felt. Her pussy fluttered over Valda’s cock. She didn’t stop until she was sitting on Valda, full of her, adjusting to her and basking in the warmth of her skin.

Valda released her to trail her hands over her waist before falling back on the bed. She struggled to breathe as she closed her eyes tightly once again. After a long second, Maris raised her hips and the delicious friction melted her muscles. The burning was still there, but once she lowered back down, pleasure coiled in her lower stomach, unleashing fire within her.

A deep moan surfaced from within her chest, heat spreading through her limbs. She lifted again, the movement shorter this time as she pumped Valda slowly. Looking down at her wife, she saw Valda’s concentration etched on her face in a deep frown. She was holding on for dear life, and Maris almost felt bad.

Almost.

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