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“Riftan!”

It’s a voice that he’s heard millions of times, but he can’t help the way his heart stutters a little when Maximillian calls him from across the room. Closing the door behind him, Riftan surveys her form as she waddles closer. Her cheeks are rosy and her eyes are bright; she looks fine, she’s still stunningly beautiful of course, and he sighs in relief.

“Have you eaten dinner yet?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. Her hands clasp his own, her slender digits felt like silk against his rough skin, and she frowns when she feels how cold he is.

“No.” Her hands are still around his and Riftan gets the sudden, yet familiar, urge to kiss her. As he begins to bend down Maxi skitters behind him and starts pushing him towards the fireplace, a frown on her lips. “Warm yourself up before you get sick.”

Riftan chuckles, shaking his head. He remembers a time where he camped near the freezing alpines, his skin still remembers the frozen ground, and how he left the next week without any illnesses or complications. Yet his tiny wife worries over a small breeze or a scratch. Riftan remembers when the knowledge that someone worried over him made him frustratingly confused and angry, when his heart clamped up at the thought of someone not seeing him as an unbreakable fortress.

Realizing now, as he lets her push him near the warm fire in their room, that maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing.

“Let me remove my boots first.” He says gently, turning around and kissing her on the forehead. The bridge of her nose flushes a light pink at the abruptness of the action, and he smiles. “Let’s have dinner together? I had the maids send up food.”

Maxi nods, helping him remove his armor. Riftan puts his sword away before his wife tries to lift it again, stretching his joints like a cat in front of the fire at the weightlessness of his armor. He watches Maxi fret over some parchments on the table, her eyebrows furrowed, and a frown pulls on his lips.

Riftan’s emotions felt like they were in a cauldron over a fire, like a stew of mixed feelings and thoughts being stirred ever so gently. At first, he felt apprehension and fear at the sight of his wife tinkering with possibly dangerous magical devices many years ago. Then it was jealousy, and then to even more fear at the thought of her enduring the things Ruth has. He felt like dying at the sight of her joining expeditions, sleeping on the ground, and going even a hair’s width closer to danger.

But he couldn’t deny how brilliant his wife is. He felt like he was trying to keep a flame contained in his fist, devastated at even a whisper of smoke escaping his grasp. Maximillian was someone hard working, intelligent, and stupendously stubborn. Aside from certain lines that he had to draw at the extent of making sure his wife’s head stays on her neck, who is he to keep a roaring fire like her contained?

(Not to mention the heat stirring in his stomach when he sees her eyes glint amidst a room of scheming people, glowering at men thrice her size, speaking her mind and providing helpful intel. He has been through countless meetings, seen countless people provide their strategies, but watching his wife command the room with her soft voice led to many sleepless, heated nights.)

Nonetheless, as hard as he tried to repress them, old anxieties sometimes reared their heads and poked at his brain. He saunters over, peeking curiously at whatever she was fretting over. Magic formulas, equations, geometry that made his head spin. He wondered how wizards didn’t go crazy at the amount of math and lines involved in magic.

“Enough of that now, you’ve been working all day.”

“Oh… I’m almost done, I just have to finish something.” Maxi smiles tiredly. Riftan’s frown deepens as he tucks a red strand behind her ear. He was about to open his mouth and retort, but Maxi beats him to it.

“Actually… I was hoping you’d help me with something.”

Riftan blinks, his hand resting on the side of her neck. Her skin is soft underneath his touch and he felt something stir within him, but he stops himself. “What is it?”

Maxi grabs his hand and leads him back in front of the fireplace, all Riftan could do was follow her like a kite. She seats him on the ornate wooden chair by the fire, placing her hands on his shoulders. She looks so much taller once he sits down, he could almost count every freckle on her face.

“You see, I’m working on a new magic formula.” She says, placing his arms on the arm rests as Riftan flexes his fingers against the wood. “I wanted to see how magic can create effective adhesives and binds.”

Riftan’s eyebrow raises. “Adhesives… and binds?”

Maxi smiles, blushing a little upon hearing how her idea sounded slightly ridiculous. “W-Well… I overheard the construction workers needing more glue and tar. Also remember the bandits that Gabel and Uslin arrested last week? Remember how one of them got out of the ropes and injured one of the soldiers?”

Riftan clicks his tongue at the memory. More citizens in Anatol meant more opportunities for troublemakers. Oh well, at least humans are more manageable than dragons. He lets Maxi continue.

“Anyways I thought of producing better, nearly indestructible restraints first before looking for an alternative for glue since it’s easier.” Maxi says, sprinting to the table and snatching a parchment before dashing back in front of Riftan. All he could do was smile softly at his wife’s form dashing to and fro around the room. She looked like a hummingbird.

“What do you need me for?”

Maxi pauses, looking up at him from the parchment, the blush growing more saturated on her face. “Well… Um, is it alright if I try the restraints on you?”

A beat of silence passes through them. Riftan can only stare up at her, and Maxi starts to fidget.

“The restraints won’t be too complicated! They’re like standard manacles but made with magic, I have a definitive way to remove them and they won’t pierce your body in any way-“

“Maxi,” Riftan says firmly, looking at her in the eye. “Will that take too much mana?”

“No, not at all!” Maxi says, determined. “It’s just a simple spell.”

He takes the time to survey her to see if she was lying about the extent of the magic’s effect. Sometimes Maxi underestimated the toll of spells on her body. He feels weak at the thought of her losing mana again. There were still times, after all, where memories of her bloodied and bruised left him jolting awake in the middle of the night.

But upon seeing her determined, firm expression, all Riftan could do was sigh as he leans back in his seat. “Then feel free.”

Maxi’s eyes widened, almost in disbelief. “You’ll let me?”

Despite his previous hesitations, he tilts his head to the side as he pushed out a teasing smile. “I’m at your mercy.”

She stiffens a little at that, for some reason, and Riftan sees the way her throat convulses like she swallowed something heavy. He just chuckles at the way the blush on her face seems to redden, her slender hand rubbing her nose as if trying to hide her expression.

“I… I’ll tie you to this chair, is that alright?”

Riftan grunts, watching as Maxi slowly steps towards him while her eyes skim the parchment in her hands. She mutters something quietly, as if practicing a chant. Her clear grey eyes flick down to his.

“Stay still, alright?”

He nods and watches, entranced as Maxi reaches out a hand, hovering it over his own that was resting on the armchair. Riftan could feel the flow of magic around his wrist, like cool water encircling his skin and the wood. There is a look of concentration on her face, her eyes sharpening and her mouth parting as she let out controlled breaths. Riftan could only stare.

Sometimes it still baffled him on how ridiculously lovely she looked. The light from the fireplace bounced against her hair and skin, almost making her look like a spirit from the sun. The past few years gave Maximillian a healthier figure, her cheeks plumping and her hips widening and her breasts are fuller… He wanted to reach up and take her lips in his own, to pull her down into his lap and make her scream his name. Riftan almost didn’t notice that she was done with his other hand.

“I did it!” She exclaimed softly, a delighted smile on her face. Riftan had to shake his head in order to remove his heated musings. Upon looking down he sees a clear band encircle his wrist and the armchair, forcing his skin to the wood. The band didn’t feel solid, it almost felt like a small forcefield, but upon wriggling his wrist he finds that he couldn’t remove his hand from the armchair.

“Why tie me to a chair? You could have made actual manacles made out of magic.” Riftan inquires while trying to wriggle free. Maxi did a good job; the restraints were actually pretty reliable. It was Riftan trying to escape, trying to keep a man like him down was an incredible feat.

Maxi purses her lips, looking at each restraint closely. “I thought of doing that but I’m still in the process of experimenting… I don’t want to accidentally restrain you without any means of setting you free, it’s easier if I do each wrist separately.”

“Hm,” Riftan watches the way she studies her creation, jotting down small notes on the parchment. In all honesty, he was impatient enough to almost ask her to let him go so he could finally get his hands on her. He shut his mouth, not wanting to interfere. He wanted to make her happy, after all.

“Can you try to get out of them?” Maxi asks. At her expectant look, Riftan tries to wiggle free from the bonds. In all honesty, if he were really restrained like this in a real dangerous situation, he’d have other means of escaping. He resists the temptation to stand up and slam the chair against the wall. Nonetheless, her magic was powerful enough that he couldn’t even lift his arm off the armrest.

“It’s real tight.” Riftan exhales.

A look of worry overtakes her face. “Is it too tight? Does it hurt?”

“No. It’s like a lock. It’s like how a manacle is supposed to be.” Riftan says, pursing his lips as he tried to wiggle free once more. Nothing happens, and his skin is still stuck to the wood. He feels a surge of pride, what a brilliant wizard that woman is.

“If I got my calculations wrong, it would be easier to break you free if you were in a chair. I could have someone saw you free.” Maxi giggles, and Riftan’s heart melts at her smile. He just shakes his head, smirking.

“I can always break the chair on my own. So don’t worry.”

Maxi stops talking after that, her gaze freezing on his form, almost burning. Riftan doesn’t notice, however, as he is too busy studying the restraints. He wanted to test the limit of her magic after all, there was always opportunity for improvement. In all honesty, he really wanted to just make out with her already. The need to please his wife and the need to “please” his wife are overlapping, and he-

Riftan almost jolts in surprise when her fingers brush his fringe from his forehead, sweeping it away from his eyes. Maxi seems closer now, almost in between his seated legs. He looks at her and sees the almost cloudy look in her eyes, like she was lost in a fog. Her lips are hypnotizing, like a jewel, he couldn’t help but watch the way they part and press together. Riftan licks his lips.

“Ah… Maxi…?”

Her nails lightly graze his skin, causing goosebumps to almost sprout throughout his body. Maxi’s fingers trail his cheekbone, her thumb lightly caressing the skin under his eye, as her touch slowly descends down his skin up to his jaw.

There is a look of disbelief in her eyes, as if she was in a trance. Riftan could only watch the flush on her face glow red and orange under the dancing firelight as she blinks heavily, her eyelashes casting a shadow on her face.

“I…” Maxi mutters, her words lost to the wind. Riftan was about to ask what the hell she is doing, but he freezes when her fingers dance down his neck and flutter near his collarbone. Goosebumps are definitely on his skin now.

“Maxi why…”

“You’re still cold.” Maxi murmurs quietly, looking down at him with this indescribable look in her eyes. Riftan had to bite the inside of his cheek at how he could feel himself tense up, his nether regions swirling slowly with heat.

He exhales when Maximillian brings up on leg, perching her thigh on his own while the other stayed on the ground. Riftan could feel himself blush at how quickly his cock stiffened in anticipation at the feeling of her thigh against his side. It was a position they’ve been in many times, but he couldn’t help but still feel excited like an adolescent boy.

Maxi’s hand caresses the side of his neck, which was almost hot with frustration, as Maxi leans closer. She’s so frustratingly close now, every freckle on her cheeks are accounted for. Riftan almost breaks his neck trying to reach up to kiss her, but it was worth it, as the sweetness of her lips almost made him dizzy.

The room quickly filled with the sounds of their kisses as Riftan drank her in. Her hair tickled the side of his face, its sweet scent piercing his entire being as he thrusted his tongue into her mouth. Her soft gasp echoes throughout him, quiet and sweet, and he unconsciously struggles against the binds.

Maxi lifts her other foot, now fully straddling him like she's riding a horse. Riftan pants when Maxi breaks away, gently kissing the corner of his lips. Her lips are so so gentle and faint that every contact makes him shiver. She trails from his jaw, down the column of his neck. When Riftan feels her tongue drag across his skin, Riftan moans.

“I think I’m warm now…” Riftan pants, clenching his fists as the binds do not budge under his ministrations. Maxi lifts her head to look at him in the eye. Her cheeks are the color of apples as she looks at him like he was a feast.

“Do… Do you not want to?” Maxi asks quietly, her fingers trailing his collarbone through his tunic. Riftan had to resist the urge to kiss her senseless, feeling the heat in his stomach intensify at the look she was giving him. On one hand, Riftan wanted to take her already. But he had no idea what he was feeling, how he felt such erotic sensations at the mere action of his wife touching him while he was restrained. He didn’t know what to tell her.

Before he could tell her anything, however, he looks down when he feels her unbutton his tunic. His eyes widen as her slender fingers deftly reveal the skin of his chest, slowly but surely. Maxi ducks her head, kissing the other side of his neck, down down down until she reaches his clavicle.

“I’ve… I’ve always wanted to…” Maxi slurs, like she was at loss for words. Her lips place chaste kisses on his collarbone while her hands continued to undo his clothes. Riftan hissed as the cold air hit the burning skin of his torso, feeling his cock strain against his pants. There’s no way Maxi wouldn’t have noticed it, but her movements are still tantalizingly slow.

She caresses his chest, fingers lightly scraping his skin as she continues to kiss him. Maximillian took her time, kissing down the line of his chest. His chest rose and fell underneath her lips, his breaths filling the room. Riftan realized that he was gripping the wooden armrest so hard it started creaking underneath him, and he tries to calm down.

But then she removes herself from his lap to kneel on the floor, kissing down the hardened muscles in his abdomen the way a devotee would worship their god, and that she seems to have no intention of stopping. She even places a chaste kiss on his bellybutton, before tracing the hard lines on his pelvis with her fingers. Riftan starts to panic.

“M-Maxi… wait-“

Her hot breath ghosts over his skin, and Riftan’s heart pounds in his ears when her hand climbs up his thigh like a spider. He’s at loss for words at the sight of his wife crouched between his legs, her red hair tumbling across her shoulder and down her back, with the night sky and firelight making her skin shine like porcelain. She looks like she came out of a painting.

“Shit… What are you doing? Maxi-“

“I’ve always wanted to try…” She whispers like she was telling him a sacred secret. Her face is impossibly red, the fireplace lighting her skin and freckles with yellows and oranges. Those clear grey eyes look dazed, almost hypnotized, as she stared at the belt of his trousers.

Riftan had an inkling of what she wanted to do, and he had no idea if he should stop her.

 “Does Riftan hate this…?” Maxi murmurs, looking up at him with half lidded eyes. Just the sight of her like this made his cock twitch, almost painfully.

Maxi gently palms him through his pants, and Riftan could not prevent a groan from escaping his mouth. He could feel the heat of her touch through his clothes, almost burning into his skin, and he has to grit his teeth.

Her other hand deftly fumbles with his belt, steadily loosening the band and slowly unbuttoning the top button of his trousers. Riftan is reminded of the mythical succubus described in textbooks, the physical manifestations of temptation made to bring the downfall of men. Riftan didn’t mind selling his soul to the woman in front of him, didn’t mind if flames would lick his skin in eternal damnation, all for a night with her.

Maxi pulls out his cock from his trousers. Riftan had to slam the back of his head against the seat’s backrest, feeling the sensation of her hand on his member send tingles throughout his entire body.

Her eyes scan his length, half lidded and clouded over, as she rests her hand on his thigh and uses the other to grab him. Riftan gasps at the feeling, before moaning as she started to slowly pump up and down. His arms struggle against the binds around his wrists, the need to grab her and make her his is overwhelming. All Riftan could do was shut his eyes and grit his teeth-

Something wet drags against the head of his cock and Riftan’s eyes snap open in shock.

Maximillian was in the middle of pulling her tongue back in her mouth, almost sheepishly, as the blush intensifies on her face at the look Riftan was giving her. She lowers her gaze, unsure,

“It feels good when… when you do it to me.” She murmurs, before looking at him in the eye again, “So I always wondered…” Riftan starts to panic again when she starts to move forward.

“Maxi no-“

She pauses. His heart clenches at the look on her face, she almost looked hurt. Which was insane, it was insane that she was in between his legs in the first place.

“It’s just…” Riftan had to swallow heavily. His breaths felt like stone in his lungs. He has no idea how she’ll react to going anywhere near down there. He remembered hearing how mercenary men enjoyed receiving oral stimulations very much, but the women doing the service experienced a whole different story. “You might not enjoy it.”

A frown is pulled on her sweet lips, eyebrows furrowing. “But you always do it to me.”

“But I enjoy it, so it’s not a problem.” Riftan says breathlessly at the sight of her pleading, big grey eyes. He had to stop himself from panicking when her hand crawls higher up his thigh. Maxi’s blush intensifies, but the determination doesn’t leave her face.

“I want to make you feel good too…” Maxi slurs, her eyelashes fluttering as her gaze moves to the cock in her hands.

“Fucking hell,” was all Riftan could breathe out when Maxi moves forward again, pressing her tongue flat against the head of his cock before dragging it up. Shockwaves scattered throughout his body like thunder and the wooden armrests creak under his struggling form.

Maximillian looked like she was travelling through uncharted territories; every movement was slow and filled with curiosity as she licked and stroked her hand against the hardened member in her grasp. Unbeknownst to her, the owner of the cock she was playing with was dying.

“Maxi…” Riftan could only groan out helplessly when her she takes the head into her mouth slowly, her eyes flickering up to his face to see his reaction. Sweat slowly trickled down his skin as his moans filled the room. Riftan didn’t know if she knew how intensely her actions made him feel, he felt like he was being reborn. Everything was wet and sweet, everything screamed Maxi, but foreign emotions fluttered through him like dragonfly wings.

Riftan groaned at the feeling of her tongue slowly swirling around his head inside of her mouth, the warm and wet cavern almost similar to when he entered her. Memories of their lovemaking only made him slam his head against the backrest of the chair, the wood creaking underneath his weight as his toes curled into the carpet.

“Does this feel alright?” Maxi mutters, her voice is filled with anticipation. Her thumb rubs against the slit on the head of his cock. Riftan’s nails start to scratch against the wooden armrest.

“Y-Yeah…” He mutters breathlessly, looking at her form in between his knees. Her lips are plump and moist, shining as the light from the fire bounced off them. “That’s good Maxi… Oh Maxi-“ She leans forward to lick from near the base of his cock, upwards until her tongue swirls against his head, her eyes clouded with lust and heat.

“Oh my fucking god.” Riftan felt like hell and heaven was ripping him apart at the sensations of her hands and her mouth, at the sight of her red hair bobbing up and down from her ministrations, at the soft little sounds she made around his cock. Her tiny hand could barely grasp him in one fist, the skin dragging against her palm like velvet with every upward and downward stroke and her tongue coated his cock with warmth.

She started to take more and more of him in her mouth, slowly but surely, as she steadily stroked the parts she couldn’t accommodate. As more of his cock was enveloped with the moist warmth of her mouth, Riftan could feel himself begin to topple over the edge.

“Fuck… M-Maxi it’s-“ He jolts when she starts sucking, her lips nestled around his cock like they were meant to be there, as her tongue moved against him. Riftan could almost understand why men would topple dynasties and slay dragons for things like this. He would defeat a whole army on his own if he knew Maxi would be waiting for him on the other side.

She pulls away and Riftan groans at both the sight and feeling of her, her glazed over eyes and her glistening lips and her heated breaths ghosting over his shaft. Maximillian scoots closer until her front is plastered to his thighs, Riftan could only tremble at the contact as he could feel her warmth through their clothes. She reaches out a hand, before seemingly stopping in hesitation as a look of apprehension overtakes her eyes.

He looks at her with anticipation. Perhaps she would free him now? Thoughts of what he’d do to her raced through his mind, especially when she’s riled him up this much. He wanted to make her forget her own goddamn name. But he blinks in surprise when she reaches behind her, fumbling with her clothes.

“Maxi?” He murmurs breathlessly, his heart still racing. Riftan’s eyes widen, however, when she sees the top of her dress loosen. The pale, ivory skin of her collarbones and shoulders started to unfold, like flower petals, as her bodice slowly slipped down.

“Hey…” Riftan says, but all words fall out of his mouth at the exposure of her décolletage. Her neck and shoulders gleamed a soft pink, almost mirroring the fiery blush on her face, as the firelight seemed to cast shadows across her skin. She looked like the brightest star in the night sky. He could feel his mouth dry, however, at the sight of her breasts. Riftan could almost feel the phantom sensation of them in his hand, how soft and plump they are and how the buds felt against his tongue and how Maxi squealed whenever Riftan sucked on them until completion.

Riftan was this close to breaking the chair.

“Shit.” He gasps when she takes him in her mouth again, lapping at the head of his tongue and taking him in up to where she can. Maxi seems surer now, more confident. He was surprised that she didn’t fully understand how mad she drove him, and that he had no problems if she were to use that weakness against him.

She looks up at him, her lips still kissing his shaft, like she was daring him to keep his eyes on her. Nothing could ever make him look away. But he jolts in surprise when Maxi stretches upwards to rest her breasts on his pelvis, the soft mounds squishing against his trousers and abdomen.

The wood peels underneath his nails as Riftan’s grapples against the armrest, struggling against the binds.

“Fuck- Maxi what are you…” He groans when the side of his shaft meets the softness of her breast, the heat emanating from her skin pierced his cock and he could feel himself start that treacherous climb towards climax.

Riftan’s eyes are wide open in shock as he watched her take both of her breasts, enveloping his cock in the soft mounds before bending down and sucking the exposed head. Riftan lets out an embarrassingly loud groan at the sight and feeling, overwhelmed by all the stimulations. All sorts of fluids dripped from his cock, her lips, down to her chest, leaving a glistening trail that shone against the firelight. He felt like he was struck with thunder.

“Maxi… Oh, Maxi…” Riftan sounded like he was sobbing, his head tilted upwards like he was praying. He grit his teeth to the point of pain, staring at her figure so intensely he could commit this view of her to memory. Her eyes fluttered, like she was drunk, and she moaned around his cock. Riftan could only sit there helplessly and take it as she massaged her breasts against his shaft.

“I-I’m… Maxi I’m about to-“ Riftan groaned, shaking his head dazedly. At those words, Maxi only seemed to pick up the pace, encouraged by his possible release. Her head bobbed up and down, taking half of his cock in her mouth while pushing her breasts against him. He felt like he was stuck in the middle of a storm, willingly swept away by her touch and her lips and her gaze. Riftan’s breathing grew more erratic, more pained, as release seemed imminent.

Riftan can only moan helplessly as he felt himself tumble over that mountain of climax, feeling the electric jolts shoot from the top of his head and down to the tips of his toes as he watched white shoot out of him and onto her skin and on her chest and lips. Maxi didn’t even try to avoid it, only watching dazedly as his seed splattered onto her skin.

Riftan rests against the backrest, trying to catch his breath and clear his vision. He felt like he got thrown across a field. Maxi sat back on her haunches with her chest still exposed. He watched her, with half lidded and clouded eyes and a pounding heart, as she swipes some of his seed off her chest with her finger and apprehensively brings it to her lips.

“Fucking hell,” Riftan murmurs tiredly, watching her finger disappear within her mouth. “You’re gonna kill me one day.”  

As if the wicked seductress who took him into her mouth didn’t exist moments ago, a worried look overtakes her. “I-I’m sorry… Are you uncomfortable-“

“Maxi.” Riftan says, his tone is made of stone as he bends down his head, shutting his eyes and breathing heavily.

She purses her lips together and grabs a nearby towel, dabbing the liquid off her skin and his abdomen. Riftan couldn’t bring himself to move, his head still lowered.

“Riftan…”

“Your dinner is here, M’Lord and M’Lady. May we enter?”

Maxi squeaks, the blush returning on her face as she hurriedly slips her dress into place. Riftan could feel the binds around him disappear like melting ice, but all he could do was rest his elbows on his knees and rub his face with his palms.

He could feel Maxi’s concerned look on him, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. She awkwardly scoots over and drapes the towel over his exposed self. “Riftan… cover yourself up! The maids are here.”

Riftan still hasn’t moved from his place even when the maids have wheeled in their food. He could hear Maxi apologize for the mess on the table as the sound of silverware clattering against wood echoed throughout the room. He could feel the maids glance at him with confusion on why the Lord looked like he was facing a tragedy.

The sound of their bedroom door locking resounded and the smell of roast meat wafted throughout the room. He could feel Maxi approach him with apprehension.

“Did… Did I upset you?” Her voice is soft and low, almost like how a child would approach a wounded animal.

No answer,

Maxi sighs, her eyes flittering around the room. “Riftan-“

He moves like a shotput thrown across the sky, so quickly she takes a step back at the abruptness of his actions, appearing in front of her and kissing her almost violently.

Maxi groans as she is assaulted by his lips and tongue, teeth biting into her lower lip. He pulls her close so tightly it’s a surprise she hasn’t merged into him yet, his hands grappling at her hips and thighs. Riftan could feel her all but melt into him, her form turning into dough under his hands as she grasps at his half open tunic, begging him to come closer.

He couldn’t even wait to bring her to the bed as they all but collapse on the carpet, bringing her leg around him to press their heated regions together. Maxi gasps at the feeling, wrapping her arms around his neck as he towers over her. The heat of the nearby fireplace sears through their skin, penetrating the chilly night air.

Riftan all but licks down her neck and chest, sucking bruising marks on her skin as he reached around her back for the strings of her dress. But her squirming, supple form underneath him and the complicated strings of her bodice only urged his impatience further. Every second he couldn’t reach her body felt like hell, and he needed to reach paradise.

Maxi squeaks as Riftan took her bodice in her hands, making sure Maxi wouldn’t get hurt, before ripping the fabric in half. He grew dizzy at the sight of her mounds, pink and supple, gleaming against the firelight. It’s almost like they called to him.

“R-Riftan my dress-!” There is a blush of embarrassment on her face, but he devours her lips in another violent kiss.

“I will buy you a million dresses,” He slurs like a drunk man, kissing and licking the softness of her skin. “only to destroy them all over again.”

He feels electricity surge through him at Maxi’s moans as he takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking earnestly as his hands grasped at her squirming thighs. His tongue drags against her bud, the flesh hard and perky against his mouth as his cheek stroked the softness of her mounds. His hands find their way in between her legs, lightly dragging a finger against the soaked fabric of her underwear. The way she grasped at his hair and moaned was more delicious than anything in the world.

“Riftan…” Her breathless gasps almost sounded like a dream. Riftan feels his mouth run dry at the sounds she made, scurrying downwards and placing himself between her legs. She automatically lifts her hips as he tried to slip the dress off her, leaving her in her stockings and underwear.

Riftan rolls up her stockings, fingers sensually trailing every inch of skin the fabric revealed. His gaze burns her as he kisses the tips of her toes, up her ankles and calves, his lips trailing up her leg.

“O-Oh…” She squirms as he trails kisses and nips up her thighs, the flesh easily bruising and marking with how soft and sensitive they were. Her skin was always so moist and so sweet, like she was covered in morning dew, and he drank her in like a man deprived of water.

He drags his tongue against her, her juices immediately coating his tongue. Maxi instinctively closes her legs due to shock, but Riftan slings them over his shoulder and places a firm grip on her hips. She couldn’t move, and Riftan watches her chest rise and fall with pleasure as he pushes his tongue inside her.

Maxi’s moans and taste soak into his skin and bones, embedding into his soul. Riftan takes his time tasting her, kissing and licking and trailing circles on her skin with his hands. He flicks the sensitive little nub by the top with his tongue and Maxi sobs, overwhelmed with pleasure.

Riftan felt like a man drowning in honey, enveloped with nothing but her scent and her sounds and her taste. He wanted to swim in her forever, he wanted to be with her forever, he wanted to watch her fall apart under his touch forever.

“Riftan…” Her hand grasps at his hair, forcing him to look up. Her eyes are clouded with heat and lust, her mouth parted with heavy breaths.

“I-Inside me… Please.” Her words sounded broken, pleading. “I need you-“

She is crushed by his weight on top of her, enveloped in another soul searing kiss by him. The two embraced each other like one body as the shadows danced off their skin. Riftan positions himself in between her legs, both of them groaning as he freed himself from his trousers and rubbed himself against her entrance. He wanted to look at her one last time, wanted to see the sweat roll of her forehead and the way her lips parted with pleasure and the way her hair fanned out on the floor underneath her, before he sheathed himself inside and lost himself to the pleasure.

Their moans filled the room as Riftan pushed himself to the hilt, feeling her walls convulse and tighten around him. Maxi’s legs tighten around his hips, wiggling closer and Riftan had to stifle his groan into her skin. She feels like she’s made for him and he’s made for her.

Her lips brush against his ear, her breath warm against his skin.

“It’s alright if you… If you don’t hold back…”

Riftan groans at the soft, shaky words, still not finding the strength to move.

“I want all of you… So p-please… Don’t hold back-“

She yelps when he grasps her bottom and starts pounding into her to the point where she sees stars. He could feel her hold onto him for dear life, her arms around his neck almost iron tight as her legs convulsed against him. Ecstasy courses through his being at the feeling of them being connected, at the sound of her helpless little mewls. Riftan could feel himself lose what little control he had left.

“Maxi…” He whispers, slamming into her so hard and so roughly the wooden floor underneath them creaked under the pressure. Underneath him, all Maxi could do was sob as he unforgivingly abused her walls.

“So good…” Riftan groans, gripping her hips so tightly they would surely bruise. “Such a good girl…”

Maxi moans at his words, her nails burrowing into his skin at the overstimulation. Riftan kisses her cheek, the corner of her mouth, pressing his lips against her skin as he uttered the words of a madman.

“Crazy… You’re driving me crazy…” Riftan breaths out, feeling his mind spin at the sensation of her tightening against him.

“God, I want you more than anything… more than anyone…”

Maxi brings their lips together into another crushing kiss; the hold she has on his heart is almost overwhelmingly tight. He wants to melt into her skin and have his face buried forever in her hair. He wants to drown her in his love until her lungs fill with his words and kisses. He wants to make sure she could never get him out of her head the way she could never get out of his. What could a priest to his god or a king to his subjects compare to the way he is utterly devoted to her?

“I-I…” Maxi stutters out, her eyes filled with tears as something indescribable overtakes her face. She swallows heavily amidst the pleasure, clasping his cheek with her trembling hand.

“I… I love you more than anything, Riftan…”

Riftan could feel something snap inside him, like opening an abandoned rusty lock or setting fire to a dying wheat field. He couldn’t stop the choked sob from escaping his mouth as something erupts from within his soul, and the need to lose himself in her is more overwhelming than ever. He feels the hold she has on his heart twist and embed itself even further, he knows he will never be able to escape. He buries his face in her shoulder, afraid of the tears that may come, as he picks up the pace.

“Maxi…”

“… more than anyone…”

Riftan bites her shoulder, stifling his moan as they both grasp at each other helplessly. His movements rocked them across the floor, the scent of passion and intercourse permeated the air as the sound of the them both groaning and chanting each other’s name floated through the air. Riftan's heart thunders against his chest, his hands shaking against her skin, as he feels how endless his emotions seemed for her.

He tells her he loves her amidst the nearly violent lovemaking. Between the sound of slapping skin and groans and begs, he whispers how he would die for her. He tells her he would burn down the world for her. He would pull together continents and drain the oceans and pick the stars off the skies for her. Maxi, in the haze of her pleasure, understandably had the words of a madman enter one ear and out the other. But Riftan knew he meant all of it.

As the embers in the fireplace slowly diminished in its intensity, both Riftan and Maxi drowned in each other’s devotion.

“Riftan…”

Someone underneath him is nudging his shoulder, as he tried to open his eyes he sees that the edges of the world are blurry and black. Riftan could only groan into someone’s skin as fatigue gripped his consciousness.

“Riftan… I think we fell asleep.”

His gaze sharpened at the voice of his wife, lifting his head to survey the surroundings while blinking away the sleep from his eyes.

Both of them are lying on the ground by the fireplace, the last of the wood burning and only leaving a faint fire. Maxi is underneath him, staring up at him with a flustered blush on her face. The food the maids left were still on the table, untouched.

“Shit.” He groans, wincing when he feels himself slide out of her. How long were they in that position? “What time is it?”

“Possibly past midnight.” Maxi yawns, rubbing her eyes and yawning softly. He wants to kiss her all over again.

He cleans and helps her up, wiping her with a moist towel and removing the tattered clothing from her body and she lets him, too fatigued to complain even when he carried her naked body to bed. Riftan chuckles when her stomach rumbles, and he marches over to the table to grab a plate of food.

“The food has gone cold now; would you like me to get a new plate?”

Maxi shakes her head, beckoning him to come closer impatiently. He smiles and removes his tunic, plopping on their bed with a plate of cold roast ham and sautéed vegetables. Maxi could only sigh and lean against the headboard next to him, snuggling into his skin. Riftan’s heart bursts with happiness as she eats the food he brings to her mouth, much like a little bird.

“Say… Where’d you learn that?”

Maxi’s eyes flutter open, looking at him questioningly. Riftan could feel himself blush under her gaze, but he steels himself.

“What you did… Did you read those books your wizard friends always giggle about?”

Maxi’s brain took a while to process his words, but she blushes a little nonetheless. “N-No… I never read those books.”

He feels disbelief bubble within him. Memories of a temptress flashed through his mind. Was that really his unknowing, innocent wife?

“So you just… thought of it on the spot?”

Maxi nods, leaning against his shoulder sleepily. “I have some other things I want to try too.” She yawns, before slipping under the covers and wrapping her arms around his waist. “But they’re for another time.”

Riftan gulps. He was in for a ride.