Elana rushed through the palace, Moira in her hands. The princess’s carry felt oddly fitting for the newly acquired wife. She changed her grip slightly, taking a better grasp on the Saintess’s thigh and upper arm.
It wasn’t the first time Elana had done that. She wasn’t even paying attention to where she was running – trusting everyone would get out of her way.
And the reason was simple. Moira’s breasts responded to each Elana’s movement. The sharper the movements, the more they jiggled. It was captivating.
Moira enjoyed the attention, pulling her hands in front of her and clasping them while pushing her plentiful bosom together. Her nipples had grown even more pronounced, making them the only thing that kept Moira’s dress from slipping off of her tits.
“I thought you would play more with Ashton,” Moira wore an innocent expression. “What happened to the plan of tormenting him?”
Elana replied with a grunt as she turned right in the hallway, rushing faster towards their room.
“And your sister got carried out?” Moira still pretended to be clueless. She tilted her head and pressed a finger against her red lips. “I wonder why?”
“Shut up, wife.” Elana finally saw the doors. “This wife is too horny to converse.”
“Wife!” Moira squirmed in Elana’s hands. “We are now married!” She bloomed into a wide smile. “You are my wife!” Her hands wrapped around Elana’s neck, pulling Moira up for a short kiss.
Elana lost her breath from the short contact. Her body kept automatically moving as she enjoyed the lingering warmth of Moira’s lips.
“Fuck,” It caused Elana to overshoot the room. “You are too distracting!” She spun around and rushed back.
“You love me too much!” Moira giggled, causing her twin peaks to jitter.
“I want you too much,” Elana’s body was burning. Her heart beat so quickly she feared it would jump out of her mouth.
“Uhm,” Moira now caressed Elana’s cheek. “As do I.” Her finger slid down to her neck, then Elana’s collarbone. It was a gentle gesture but conveyed a deep and warm sensation.
It made Elana want Moira even more. She didn’t bother opening the doors, simply kicking them open and revealing a previously prepared room.
This building’s wind would be empty tonight. Both of them were free to do whatever they wished.
Elana knew the room connected to this one had food and drinks in it. She knew some servants would come running if they called. She knew they would obey their every desire. She knew there were various games and musical instruments for them to play with if they wished.
But all Elana wanted was Moira. She stomped forward, feeling uncomfortable in her dress. She wanted to just tear it off and do the same to Moira’s.
Once she reached the bed, Elana unceremoniously dropped Moira in it. Watching the girl of her dreams lie before her… Realising Moira wanted her, needing her – she froze again.
Elana was overcome with indecision. She wanted everything, and all options seemed perfect.
Should she grab one of the strap-ons from the ‘tool table’ next to the bed? Should she first make out? Should she undress? Were some words in order? Should she make Moira submit? Should she…
All these thoughts swirled through her head, making Elana disgusted with herself. She was better than this. But her heart was out of sync with her mind.
Strangely, Moira was also subdued. Her limpid gaze was full of desire and love. But she didn’t move, clearly thinking of something. Her hands finally moved, and she began to slowly undress.
“Elana,” The Saintess shyly removed her shoes. “I know you are rearing to go, but…” She hesitated.
“Speak,” Elana didn’t want to admit, but she was glad Moira had interrupted the moment of silence.
“Could we… Could we not tear apart these dresses?” Moira sat up and reached out. She planted her palm on Elana’s stomach and ran her fingers over the red fabric. “I think they would make for a nice memorabilia.” She slid her palm behind Elana and pulled her a little closer. “Can we?” She looked up, her upturned gaze portraying her as deceptively vulnerable.
It worked. A hidden heartstring was pulled, and Elana nodded. “We can. There is no rush?” She sounded a bit unsure.
The fierce need to ravage Moira was now gone. In its place was a wish to cherish and love her wife. She still wanted to share their virginities, but it was now a somewhat deeper feeling – more meaningful than just sex.
“Thank you,” Moira was uncharacteristically gentle. “Can I take off yours? And then…” She reached lower, pulling up the hem of the red wonder.
“I will take off yours…” Elana gulped, allowing Moira’s careful touch to continue. Her wife… The word still made her heart melt each time she thought of Moira that way.
Her wife pulled up the dress. Moira rose from the bed. “Raise your hands. And remove that diadem of ice.” After Elana did, she blinded the blonde as she pulled the dress over her head.
Moira proceeded to Elana’s underwear after the dress was folded and safely placed on the table. She undid the bra and dropped it on the ground. Her lips left small kisses on Elana’s skin as she did so.
Each kiss sent shivers through Elana’s body. The soft touch made her gasp and knees buckle. She wanted Moira to touch more – to do more.
But Elana didn’t demand it. She waited for Moira to drop to her knees and hook her fingers under the strings of her panties. Her wife kissed Elana’s stomach and began pulling the wet undergarment down.
“You are so wet…” Moira whispered, coming face to face with the fact. “So ready for me…” She licked her lips, finishing pushing the panties down to Elana’s ankles.
Elana boldly presented her arousal. “I am. And now it is time for you to show your preparedness.” She pulled Moira up to her feet, preparing to undress her wife.
