Elana was pissed. But it didn’t mean she was blind. Their intimacy didn’t go unnoticed by the people. Only the Idiot Princess appeared to be just as oblivious as before.
And when someone frowned and opened his mouth to speak, Elana was ready.
An Icicle formed, then shot towards the man who didn’t know how to read the room. It dug into his thigh, making him scream in pain. “There will be no objections.” She made it clear. “Our unity will not be disputed.”
This was a risky move. But any unrest due to Elana’s cruelty and decisiveness was silenced a moment later.
“What does the Saintess have to say?” Romoly had joined his people and stood in front of them. “Her words and will are those of our Goddess’s. We shall obey.” He announced the Church’s intentions.
This caused a wave of whispering. With three dukes and the King dead, there was a power vacuum. The several other Dukes that were here hadn’t partaken in the power struggle, choosing to remain mostly neutral.
It meant Romoly’s words held great sway, as the Church had gone unscathed by the tragedy that had unfolded.
Still, Elana glared at their greatest supporter. He had put too much power and importance in Moira’s hands. But she had to swallow her words as it was not her turn to speak.
Moira stuck close to Elana, her hand pulling the Knight closer. “Elana and I are inseparable. The Goddess blessed us both. From that moment, we were destined to stay together.” She placed her cheek on Elana’s shoulder. “And we are happy. There is nothing anyone can say to change this.”
Of course, it just meant that there would be protests. But Romoly’s congratulations and cheers from behind him silenced the dissidents.
“You healed yourself?” Moira snuggled against Elana. “Good girl.”
“I will fuck you raw. All of your holes.” Elana retorted. “That will show how good I truly am.”
“I can’t wait…” Moira purred, watching Romoly drum up support for the Saintess and her knight. “The night you will claim me fully… I am getting wet just by imagining. You better keep that promise.”
This annoyed Elana even more. What was meant to be a triumphant moment was turning into their usual spat. “Don’t forget I am the stronger than you.” She reminded.
“Oh, resolving to threats of violence. How very you.” While Moira’s words were mocking, they licked the bite behind them. “…I am glad you are okay.” She softly added.
“I could have died.” The moment Ashton’s hammer had come down was still fresh in Elana’s mind. “You took almost all of my strength.”
“But not all of it…” Moira had no remorse. “Besides… I was right behind you. If all else failed, I would have…”
Elana gnashed her teeth. “You would have sacrificed yourself?” She growled louder than she had wanted to.
“I… Might have…” Moira finally faltered. She looked away, focusing on the crowd’s response.
“Was it worth it?” The question was pointless. Elana already knew the answer. She would have done the same.
“Yes… I can’t win against you in strength… Not anymore. All I have left is my schemes.” Moira hung her head. “I know you don’t like them, but…”
“If I truly hated them, I would not marry you.” Elana stopped the Saintess. She dismissed the ice covering her, keeping only the spiky crown. Her hands wrapped around her woman fully, pulling her into an embrace. “But I will.”
“…So…I win?” Moira gave a cheeky smile.
“Oh,” Elana returned a smile. “It was a nasty move. But…” She clamped down on the Saintess, pulling her even closer. “As you said, you can’t compare with me in strength. And there is another way to establish dominance besides schemes, isn’t there.”
“Is there?” Moira blinked, not resisting the blonde’s grasp.
“Of course. If I claim you now, it will show the world who is dominant in our relationships.” Elana did not hide her intentions at all.
“Claim how?” Moira’s breathing quickened, and her cheeks grew rosy.
“Mhm, just a small, little, tiny…” Elana’s breasts pressed against Moira’s. She rubbed the tip of her nose against the Saintess’s. “…Kiss…” She finished.
“Oh, no. I am about to be eaten!” Moira gasped, her hands beginning to wander over Elana’s back. “Wait. That’s actually not good. Don’t go too far.” She sobered up as people began to exclaim in surprise. “That would-
Elana silenced Moira with her lips, pushing her tongue inside the Saintess’s mouth and licking her teeth and gums. “I missed this…” She whispered, enjoying the excited gasp from the love of her life. “We were apart for too long.” Her tender words melted Moira.
“N-no, wait,” The Saintess squirmed. “S-stop…” She begged. “Don’t do that now!”
“Do what? Tell you how much I love you?” Elana’s hands grabbed Moira’s ass while she pressed her knee against the woman’s vulva. “Why should I stop when you respond so…” She suddenly leaned in and bit Moira’s earlobe, making her moan. “Heatedly. I know you want to cum.”
“N-no…”
“Do. It.” Elana didn’t allow Moira to refuse. She kneaded her woman’s body. “Show them how big of a slut you are.”
“Shit, Elana,” Moira responded to her Knight’s every move. “I- I am sorry, okay. I already told you I will- fuck!”
“You told me I can do anything I want with you.” Elana licked Moira’s cheek. “And I want to do this now.”
“Shit!” The Saintess’s resistance grew ever weaker. “The Idiot and your sister see us.” She grabbed onto Elana. Her legs had given out. “It-it’s too soon-aahn…”
“Cum…” Elana whispered in Moira’s ear. “Cum, cum, orgasm, cum for me.” She chanted.“N-no… Ah…”
Elana increased the pressure on Moira’s crotch, continuing to pull her close. “I…
“Don’t!”
“-love-”
“Stop!”
“-you.” Elana finished in the sweetest tone possible.
It broke Moira. Her body shook as her breathing halted. A powerful orgasm shook her body, and her moans echoed through the suddenly silent hall. “Fuck…” She gasped for breath, digging her fingers into Elana’s back.
“In the end,” Elana didn’t let go. “I win.” She planted a chaste kiss on the Saintess’s cheek.
