Surprisingly, Titania was also good with kisses. Exceptionally good. It was almost, like she practiced every day or sothing.
Her small tongue wrapped around mine with confident little tugs, pulling deeper before pushing back into my mouth, licking the roof and the base in long, languid strokes that reminded of a sluggish serpent uncoiling.
I was going to die from ecstasy; my whole body lighting up, every nerve singing under the slow, deliberate way she explored back.
Ah, now that I think about it, she had a lover before...
But c’mon, that was literally more than a hundred million years back.
She should not rember it in details like this, should she?
The muscle mory, the rhythm, and the teasing little flicks and curls... it was too precise and too practiced.
Or perhaps she’d had other lovers after her first husband? Secret ones, hidden away from the world, just enough to keep the skill alive while her heart stayed locked?
[Hey, my love...] [Ben]
I switched to telepathy because I literally couldn’t stop kissing her mouth long enough to speak out loud.
My lips stayed locked on hers, moving slow and deep, tasting her over and over while the words ford silently in my head.
[Y... Yes! S-Sweetheart?] [Tita]
Haha, what does sweetheart even an right now?
No need to be so uptight about it, Titania. You’re already lting against ... calling sweetheart just makes it cuter.
[Have you had any other lover besides and your late husband?] [Ben]
And I could feel it...
The instant the question landed, her emotions changed.
It was as if sothing inside her drained a little, a quiet sadness seeping through the bond we shared in that mont.
Her body tensed just a fraction against mine, even as her mouth stayed soft and open under my kisses.
[No... After Namadris left ...]
She answered slowly, with her voice small and fragile in my mind.
[For whatever reason, humans decided I was bad. I only made a few human friends sotis, but it’s either they get executed publicly for conniving with the "ancient evil," or they end up aging and leaving behind. None of them stayed long enough to be my lovers... And I didn’t want anyone to casually fill that space too...]
I deepened the kiss again right then, harder and more insistent, using my hands to press her body flush against mine so there was no space left between us.
My palms slid up and down her back, feeling every delicate line of her spine.
Then it went lower to grip her hips and pull her even closer while my tongue explored and tasted every part of her mouth I could reach.
[Sorry I asked]
I sent back quickly, keeping the kiss going without pause.
[Please, when we’re together like this, only think of . Okay? I’m your happiness now, and forever. Just relax and let love you already. Let take care of you right now.]
Soon—after more slow, wet kisses that left both of us breathing hard—she took off her princess-y garnts piece by piece.
The frilly layers peeled away until she was left only with pale panties hugging her body tightly, the thin material stretched across her hips and dipping between her thighs.
Her small breasts were already erect at the nipples, pink and pointy, standing up stiffly as her chest heaved up and down with every shaky breath she took.
I likewise took off my shirt, leaving just the pants on for now.
Titania made an embarrassing little statent, her voice soft and teasing despite the flush on her face. "Ehehe. What’s with that ridiculous outfit? Are you a leprechaun or sothing?"
I knew the dress was indeed silly!
But I pushed her down as punishnt, gently but firmly, onto the bed and began to eat her mouth more aggressively, devouring her lips, sucking on her tongue, claiming every inch while my hand wandered up to squeeze and mold her small breasts.
The flesh was soft and smooth, and warm, perfectly fitting in my palm; her nipples hardened even more under my thumb as I rolled them slowly, drawing tiny, muffled whimpers from her throat.
But sothing weird was happening here...
Sotis Titania’s mouth would be as experienced as I rembered; confident and teasing, nibbling at my tongue and relishing every slide and curl inside my mouth like she knew exactly what she was doing.
But a little later she beca very timid; her tongue barely moved, it was hesitant, almost shy, like she was learning the sequence all over again.
When I opened my eyes once, just a quick glance to check on her flushed, cute face, I saw the truth staring back at .
A conspiracy!
[N-N-No! Benjamin, th-this isn’t what it looks like!!] [Vae]
Hmm? I think it’s every bit what it looks like.
Titania’s eyes were currently different; one pink and the other purple.
They were... sharing bodies, taking turns on who got to kiss .
That explained the sudden shifts in experience, the way skill ca and went like a light being flicked on and off.
Vaelora was the inexperienced one—her turns felt tentative and quite curious, also reverent—while Titania’s turns were practiced and filled with... arousal.
"Sorry we didn’t tell you..." Titania sat up slowly, looking a bit sorry for herself, with her cheeks still burning. "Vaelora... She has helped a lot over the years, more than I can ever repay. But I have no way to appreciate her much. And she does not allow Tera and Tesa to please her too. She always refuses them, even when they offer."
Hm?
This is news to .
Why would Tera and Tesa want to please her? I don’t get it.
First Tesa brazenly saying she tried to grope Titania to cheer her up, now this?
Were these girls perverting themselves for their queen? Or maybe was it sothing deeper, like loyalty twisted into intimacy, or affection that had nowhere else to go?
And apparently Vaelora doesn’t swing that way, huh...
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