A light brush of his teeth below her navel made her shiver. Then, without warning, he slowly dragged his tongue along her p*ssy. Her eyes squeezed shut at the sensation. Although familiar, it felt electrifyingly new every time. His prominent nose brushed against hers as he explored her with his mouth, his tongue dipping in briefly before withdrawing.

Her body, tense a moment before, relaxed, her back arching and her limbs loosening. Somehow, every time Layla pressed his face between her thighs, it sent a thrilling, languid warmth through her.

“Haah…”

Malyn reached out and grabbed Layla’s glistening head, pressing it deeper beneath her. Though she couldn’t see his face, the eager way his tongue pushed in told her he welcomed her. His golden hair tousled between her legs and each stroke of his tongue across her wet p*ssy sent a shiver through her entire body. She couldn’t resist the relentless flicks of his tongue for long.

“Aah… mm!”

With a short moan, her grip on his head loosened as she arched her neck and let her head fall back. She felt him move over her, and then something thick and heavy brushed against her fingers. She reached for it, but he gently pushed her hand away and slid his p*nis under her, lifting her hips. Cool air brushed against the wetness between her thighs.

“So beautiful…”

He murmured, unable to finish his thought as he rubbed against her, his hard p*nis dripping against her already soaked p*ssy. Reaching out, she brushed her fingers over the smooth head and Layla gasped, his hips thrusting slightly in response.

“Don’t… it’s too much…”

“You don’t like it?”

“No, it’s just… so good…”

She replied, her voice breathy. His beautiful face was flushed with desire – a sight Malyn loved most. Only when he looked at her did Layla wear such an expression, his blue eyes glittering with raw lust.

Seeing him like this only made her more aroused. She shifted her hips, aligning herself with him, pressing her warmth against him. Layla’s eyebrows knitted in tension.

“Wait… if we go now…”

“Your worries don’t matter to me.”

She murmured, gripping his thick p*nis tightly. Ignoring his slight tremor, she deliberately rubbed it against her p*ssy, sending sparks of pleasure through both of them.

“Take it in…”

Layla muttered something under his breath, an instinctive curse he barely managed to swallow, though Malyn caught the suppressed word and made her smile. But before her smile could fully form, he pulled her close, filling her in one swift movement.

“Ah!”

She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut. They say it gets easier after childbirth, but even after all these years, the first entry still felt overwhelming. Yet the intensity of it was somehow better, a single thrust that penetrated her completely, sending heat and pleasure rushing through her.

As he began to withdraw, she instinctively arched her hips in an attempt to ease the sensation, but his hands held her firmly in place, unyielding. If anything, his grip on her hips tightened even more.

“You asked for it.”

He murmured, his voice breaking as he thrust into her again. She let out a short cry, soon swallowed by their ragged breaths. He thrust all the way in, pausing only briefly before beginning a slow, steady rhythm, each movement pushing deeper, driving them both further into the haze of pleasure.

“Mmmm…”

Malyn’s voice broke into a quivering whimper as the waves of pleasure rose and fell with each thrust. The sound of their bodies coming together intensified, each stroke echoing as their vision blurred.

“More… more…”

She gasped, urging him on even as she felt on the verge of breaking apart. A guttural sound slipped between Layla’s clenched teeth – whether it was a curse or a moan, she couldn’t tell. His rhythm became more relentless, and though he seemed on the verge of release, his movements continued, filling her completely.

Caught between wanting to escape and wanting to feel him even deeper, Malyn found herself clutching his neck, her hips moving with his. Her mind had already dissolved into a haze of sensations. Every time her walls tightened around him, he let out a low moan. Their bodies merged, their breaths mingling as the bed shook beneath them, creaking with every movement. A fleeting thought crossed her mind that it might soon collapse beneath them, but such thoughts vanished as quickly as they came, swept away by the overwhelming pleasure that consumed them.

Out of breath and panting, Malyn bit his shoulder. Biting her partner’s shoulder when she was overwhelmed had become a habit over the years. Layla didn’t pull away; instead he held her head tightly, pushing himself deeper in response.

“Aah!”

Tears stung her eyes as he reached his climax deep inside her. Through her blurred vision, she could see the blush on Layla’s cheeks. Satisfied, Malyn buried her face in the pillow as his lips planted tender kisses along her ear, neck and shoulder.

***

The maids of Veldam Castle were used to preparing hot water late at night. On evenings like this, the King and Queen would dismiss all the servants for their bath, and the maids would retire as expected. Next to the bathtub, as usual, were bath oils, salts and a horsehair brush, all carefully arranged for them.

Most would assume that the bath brush was for the queen to wash the king, but it was always the young king who took the brush and dipped it into the warm water.

Layla sat behind Malyn, as she always did. After testing the brush on his own arm, he leaned forward and began to wash her gently. She relaxed in the tub, feeling herself melt into the soothing warmth.

“Can I buy more books?”

She asked, her eyes still closed. Leila chuckled softly. Since she had learned to read, Malyn had read every book in Veldam Castle. There wasn’t much else for a pregnant queen to do, and Layla made it a point to bring her new books every season.

“We’ll see.”

“They say all men change; I suppose Your Majesty is no different. Now you won’t even buy me books.”

“Books are expensive, but surely you don’t think I refuse because I don’t want to pay for them.”

Layla reached out and gently rubbed under Malyn’s chin. The bath salts had a faint floral scent.

“My wife doesn’t need mere distractions, does she?”

My wife. My beloved. Those words always felt ticklishly intimate, and when she’d asked him to call her something else, he’d chosen something even more affectionate. Strangely, she found herself enjoying the sound of it, so she let him continue.

“If I don’t need distraction, what else would you call my restlessness, wandering from the kitchen to the stables? You’ll probably say it’s just the nature of a lowborn girl – someone not used to luxury, always looking for something to occupy herself, won’t you?”

The pointed tone of her words was a matter of its own, but Layla just smiled, used to her sharp remarks. He leaned down, kissed her damp lips gently and said.

“The man you have chosen as your husband is wealthier than you think. I could buy you every book in existence, but I don’t think that’s what my wife really wants.”

“If I don’t need distraction, what else would you call my restlessness, wandering from the kitchen to the stables? You’ll probably say it’s just the nature of a lowborn girl – someone unaccustomed to luxury, always looking for something to occupy herself, won’t you?”

Her tone was pointed, but Layla just smiled, used to her sharp words. He leaned down, kissed her damp lips gently and said, “The man you have chosen as your husband is wealthier than you think. I could buy you every book in existence, but I don’t think that’s what my wife really wants.”