Chapter 194: Wet Cushions (+18)

The intense coffee-colored eyes of Morgana clashed against the timid violet ones of the empress.

The mischievous woman’s smile grew wider and wider as she brought her face closer to the woman trapped beneath her. She stopped, brushing the delicate face of the woman with her breath, smiled one last time, and pressed her lips against hers.

Mmh... chlip, chuic...

An intense, wet kiss; Morgana’s tongue entered without asking permission and dominated the rhythm.

Ravena’s breathing stopped as she tried to follow the kiss, completely lost.

Her muffled, helpless gasps echoed through the room for a long while until the demanding woman pulled away, satisfied, wiping away the string of saliva that had formed during the separation and sitting to one side, allowing Ravena to sit up if she wanted.

"Shall we continue?"

"Ah...?" The empress’s face was flushed and she still couldn’t return to reality after the kiss.

"I mean, shall we have tea? You prepared everything so carefully for me..."

In her thoughts, a small pinch of guilt appeared inside Morgana. She was confident she could seduce the empress, but seeing the way she reacted and the shyness she showed, she couldn’t help but feel something.

But on the other side, her eyes darkened, an obsession growing in them. The perfect figure of that man, the total control and power he held; the coldness with which he could treat his family, yet the warmth he showed with his own... Her fists clenched tightly, but the gesture did not go unnoticed by Ravena, who had finally calmed down and was sitting rigidly beside her.

"Is something wrong?"

Morgana raised her eyebrows, but let no oddity show. She lifted her hand and brought it toward the empress’s cheek. Ravena seemed to want to pull her face back to avoid it, but she didn’t. Instead, she looked at her with a fearful and bright emotion, like someone trying with all her strength to hide the excitement her closeness generated.

"Have tea...?" Ravena repeated, trying to change the focus. Her voice sounded small, insecure.

Morgana did not answer. She remained silent in that position for a while, carefully observing every reaction of the woman in front of her. When she finally seemed to have had enough, she leaned in again, this time more slowly than before, and brushed her lips against the corner of the empress’s mouth.

It seemed she was going to kiss her again, whether because Ravena initiated it or because she did it herself, but Morgana dodged the attempt and descended along the line of the empress’s jaw to her neck. There she stopped and opened her mouth to gently bite the point where her pulse beat.

Ravena let out a sharp gasp and arched instinctively.

Morgana smiled against her neck. At the same time, her free hand slid up Ravena’s thigh, slipping under the fine fabric of the imperial dress. Her fingers found the bare, hot skin and continued advancing without hurry until they brushed the edge of her underwear.

Ravena tensed, but did not pull away. On the contrary: she opened her legs a little wider, almost without realizing it.

"So pretty..." Morgana whispered.

Her fingers found the heat and the wetness that betrayed exactly how much the kiss had affected the empress.

Ravena let out a muffled moan and brought a hand to Morgana’s wrist. It seemed she wanted to stop her, but instead she clung to it without letting go.

Morgana’s fingers moved, sliding down to gently push inside her. One... two... opening, stretching, searching for the rhythm that made Ravena’s breathing grow more and more irregular.

"Look at me," Morgana ordered in a low voice, ecstatic.

Ravena looked at her with eyes clouded by pleasure and shame. Morgana held her gaze while her fingers moved with greater depth. The sound of her movements filled the silence of the room, mixing with the empress’s increasingly desperate gasps.

"Morgana..." Ravena moaned with a broken voice. "I... I can’t..."

"Easy," Morgana replied, leaning in to bite her earlobe and continue teasing her neck while whispering against it. "Just let go. Enjoy it."

She sped up the rhythm.

Ravena arched with a muffled cry. Her legs closed around Morgana’s wrist, her entire body tensed, and the orgasm hit her fully: wet, trembling, long. Her inner muscles contracted hard around the fingers, which did not stop moving, squeezing out every spasm.

Morgana held her while she came apart, kissing her neck, her shoulder, and her half-open mouth. Only when the tremors softened a little did she slowly withdraw her fingers. They were glistening. She brought them to her own mouth and sucked them without looking away from Ravena, tasting her with deliberate obscenity.

"Sweet..." she murmured with a mocking smile.

But she didn’t stop there.

She settled between the empress’s still-open legs, pushing the dress a little higher. She lowered her head without hurry. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

Ravena let out a higher moan as her hands tangled in Morgana’s hair.

Morgana smiled, determined to wring a second orgasm out of her before even thinking of stopping.

Ravena cried out. Her hips lifted from the sofa and her hands clung tightly to Morgana’s hair.

The second orgasm came faster and with greater intensity. Ravena shook; a hot gush escaped from her and soaked the sofa cushion, the skirt of the dress, and Morgana’s neck. The wet sound was impossible to ignore.

When the tremors ceased, Morgana decided it was enough and sat up calmly. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and cleaned her chin. The sofa beneath Ravena was completely soaked, a dark, gleaming puddle spreading across the fabric.

Ravena stayed there, trembling, with her legs open and her face burning with shame. She tried to close her knees, but the movement only made the liquid drip a little more. She covered her face with one hand in response, embarrassed.

Morgana, on the other hand, settled beside her as if nothing had happened. She reached for the tray waiting on the side table, poured tea into a cup, and took a calm sip.

"There we go..." she said, looking at her over the rim of the cup with a mischievous smile. "After dessert, a cup of tea. My mother would say that never fails."

...

Meanwhile in Dkadror, where the dragons live...

The explosion of Clarisse’s arrival did not go unnoticed. On the high peaks of the dragon continent, her arrogant voice rang out without the slightest trace of respect:

"IDRIS! COME HERE!"

The dragons sleeping in the caves or in the structures they had forged with their own breath were completely incredulous; they knew Idris, he was one of the oldest and most powerful dragons among them.

A young dragon was the first to arrive where Clarisse stood. He looked at the woman with suspicion and, in a defiant voice, raised his voice:

"Who are you? How dare you call our pillar with your filthy human mouth?"

Clarisse raised an eyebrow and looked with amusement at the little dragon presenting himself so belligerently. She ignored him and, instead, shouted again:

"IDRIS! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF WHATEVER FILTHY CAVE YOU’RE IN AND COME SEE ME BEFORE I DECIDE THE LITTLE DRAGON IN FRONT OF ME IS A PROBLEM!"

On one of the highest and largest peaks, inside, an enormous dragon with black scales tinged with gold lay sleeping. Although the noise from outside seemed to be bothering him, he showed no sign of waking.

And in the lower parts of that same peak, a chained woman weakly raised her head upon hearing the commotion; her eyes, behind the blindfold she wore, trembled slightly.

«Idris... please, make the right decision. There is still time...».