Chapter 120: The First Wife’s Privilege

The way to Maerith’s private divine area opened as it always did.

Warm stone replaced the manor beneath his boots.

Maerith was in the private garden.

She wore a soft ivory robe, loose enough for the night, her long golden-blonde hair falling over her shoulder. Emerald eyes lifted from the dark water beyond the terrace the instant he arrived.

The measured calm on her face changed when she saw him.

"My husband."

Severin crossed the garden and took her hand.

"My wife."

Maerith stepped into him before he could say anything else. Her cheek rested briefly against his chest. He let her have the closeness, his hand settling at her waist.

"You smell like Greycross," she murmured.

"That’s a complaint?"

"An observation. Wisdom remains precise."

"Convenient."

A small laugh warmed her breath against him.

They sat near the garden’s inner wall, close enough that her knee touched his. Severin told her what mattered. "Nyra has the south room permanently. Marienne keeps the west-leaf key, and Nyra can get passage without asking me."

Maerith’s right hand tightened around Severin’s forearm at the word permanently.

"Her sources?" she asked.

"Out of the common books unless a source becomes a threat to the house. She came back with something useful: a name in a tannery daybook. Serren Mott."

It loosened before she spoke.

"Can she actually leave when she needs to?"

"Yes. Passage at the gate. No permission from me."

Maerith studied his face. "And the boundary isn’t blind?"

"The manor ward still notices crossings. Direction and place. Nothing more."

"That tells me enough."

"Serren Mott wrote the tannery entries?"

"No. Nyra said the ordinary clerk’s hand recorded them. Mott is listed as receiver or authorizer. No signature she could authenticate."

Maerith’s thumb moved against his wrist.

"Then you’ve got a name you can test, not an identity."

"That’s where I landed."

"And the woman?"

"Still missing. Cart destination too."

Maerith looked toward the dark garden for a moment. Then she nodded.

"What do you test first?"

"Nyra and Marienne start with the accepted contracts in the morning. If Mott exists in the registry, they follow the name. Then they go back to the tannery."

"No raid?"

"Not because ink repeated itself 3 times."

Maerith’s mouth curved.

"Good."

"You sound surprised."

"I’m enjoying the improvement."

Severin caught her chin.

"Careful."

Her smile deepened instead of disappearing.

"My husband dislikes being praised?"

"By everyone else."

"Ah. First-wife privilege."

"That privilege I’ll allow."

Her gaze softened, then dropped to his mouth.

Severin leaned in and kissed her.

The kiss lingered. Maerith’s fingers slid into the front of his coat, holding him closer while his hand moved from her chin to the back of her neck.

A soft sound warmed his mouth.

"Mmh..."

He broke the kiss only far enough to look at her.

"Bedroom."

"Yes, my husband."

She rose with him.

Inside, Maerith closed the bedroom door and turned. Severin was already taking off his coat.

Her ivory robe came loose at the west side of the bed. She let it fall there instead of carrying it farther. Severin’s boots, shirt, trousers, and the rest of his clothes stayed on the east side, clear of the path around the mattress.

Maerith stood naked before him, the public composure of a Goddess nowhere near as interesting as the private hunger in her eyes.

She came to him again.

Their mouths met. Her hands slid over his chest and shoulders while his palms moved down her back, over the generous curve of her ass, and pulled her firmly against him.

"Stay close tonight," she whispered against his lips.

"You came to the right man."

"I know."

He kissed her again, slower this time, then drew her to the bed.

Maerith lay back near the foot of the bed, golden hair spilling over the pillow. She opened her knees for him, bracing her left foot beside her hip and the right near the mattress edge.

Severin knelt between her thighs.

Her eyes followed him as he leaned over her.

He kissed the hollow below her throat, then lowered his mouth to her right breast. He stroked the nipple with his tongue and sucked it gently between his lips.

"Mmmh..."

Her fingers went into his hair.

He sucked harder.

"Ah... husband."

Severin released her breast with a wet pull, moved to the other, and licked slowly across the nipple before taking it between his lips.

Maerith’s back arched.

"Nnh... yes."

His left hand supported the heavy softness from beneath.

His right palm came down.

SLAP!

Maerith jolted.

"Ahh!"

He caught the breast immediately, squeezing the flesh where the heat spread beneath his palm.

Her lips parted.

"Mmh... again with your mouth."

He sucked the struck breast again, then moved lower.

A kiss touched her stomach. Another settled above the soft golden hair at her mound.

When he pushed her thighs wider, Maerith’s breathing changed.

Her pussy was already glossy. Pink folds, soft and wet between warm ivory thighs, opened under the pressure of his fingers.

Severin ran his right thumb along her slit.

"You’re soaked already."

"You took your time coming back."

He pushed 2 fingers inside.

Maerith’s answer broke.

"Ngh...!"

Her hips jumped. His left palm pressed her outer thigh back to the mattress and kept her there.

Severin curled his fingers.

"Ah... ahn..."

He did it again.

"Mmh... Severin..."

His mouth lowered.

His tongue swept over her clit and pulled a sharper sound from her.

"Ahh!"

Severin licked again, slower, while his fingers kept moving inside her.

"Nnnh... my husband..."

He sucked her clit.

Maerith’s thighs trembled around him.

"Ah... you... Severin..."

Severin almost laughed against her.

The vibration made her gasp.

"Hah...!"

He tightened the suction and worked his fingers deeper.

"Mmh... ngh... Severin..."

Her heel dug into the mattress.

"Please... may I come?"

Severin lifted his mouth just enough to answer.

"Not yet."

Maerith shuddered.

"Nnh... yes, my husband."

He changed the pressure instead of stopping. His tongue flattened over her clit, then narrowed. His fingers slowed, curled, and pressed where her body kept chasing them.

"Ah... ahh..."

Her breath stumbled.

"Mmh... please..."

He kept her there for several more strokes, letting the need build until her thighs could no longer stay still.

"Now."

Maerith broke beneath his mouth.

"AHH... Severin!"

Her pussy tightened hard around his fingers. Her hips jerked against his hold, then kicked upward again. Wetness flooded his hand, but no great spray left her.

"Nghh... mmh... husband..."

Severin kept licking through the strongest contractions.

"Ah... ah... ahn..."

Her fingers clenched in the sheet.

"Enough," he said when he decided she’d had it.

Maerith’s chest rose and fell as he straightened.

"You say that," she breathed, "as if you weren’t the cause."

"I was."

A tired little laugh escaped her.

"Hah... arrogant man."

"Wife."

Her eyes brightened at the warning.

"My husband," she corrected sweetly.

Severin shifted off the mattress and sat on the lower bed edge with both feet on the floor.

She slid off the bed before he said more and knelt between his knees.

Her hands settled on his thighs.

Severin looked down at her.

"Use your hand first."

"Yes, my husband."

Her right hand wrapped around his cock.

She started slowly.

Her grip tightened on the next stroke.

Severin’s abdomen drew hard.

Maerith watched the reaction with open satisfaction.

"Mmh... you like that."

"Keep going."

She did.

Her thumb rolled over the head. Precum slicked her skin. She spread it down the shaft and stroked him faster.

"Nnh..." The sound came from her this time, soft and pleased, as she leaned forward.

Her tongue touched the head.

Then circled it.

SLURP!

The wet suction pulled a rough breath from Severin.

Maerith’s eyes lifted.

"Mmh..."

Her tongue traced the underside upward. At the head she opened, sealed her lips around him, and took more.

Severin put his hand into her hair.

Her cheeks hollowed.

"Nghm..."

She came up for air, worked him with her hand, then swallowed deliberately.

GULP.

A thin line of saliva remained at the corner of her mouth.

"Again," Severin said.

Maerith opened.

He guided her deeper.

Her throat met him, tightened, and a brief gag caught her breath.

GHK!

He brought her back immediately for breath.

Maerith inhaled hard through her nose.

"Hah..."

"Good."

Her hand never stopped at the base.

She went down again.

This time she took him farther under his grip, eyes watering as her throat held the depth for a controlled beat.

GGK!

A muffled sound vibrated around him.

"Mmmgh..."

Severin’s jaw tightened.

"Fuck."

Maerith came back for air, lips wet, eyes bright and affectionate despite the tears at their corners.

"Mmh... my husband tastes pleased."

"You talk too much when your mouth is free."

Her smile disappeared when she took him back into her mouth.

The next strokes were wetter and deeper.

"Nghm... mmh..."

Severin’s fingers tightened in her hair, pacing her without crushing her airway.

Her left hand braced on his thigh. Her right kept the base slick.

"Again. Deeper."

Maerith obeyed.

"Mgh... nghh..."

The pressure climbed quickly now.

Severin’s thighs hardened beneath her hands. His breathing roughened. Maerith lifted her wet-eyed gaze while taking another deep stroke.

"Mmmh..."

"Stay."

She held him in her throat for the beat he chose, then he drew her back enough to breathe.

"Hah... hah..."

Her tongue swept over the head.

"Take it."

Maerith went down.

Severin’s abdomen locked.

His release hit her mouth and throat in hard pulses.

Her eyes widened.

"Mmgh...!"

She swallowed through it.

GULK.

Another pulse followed.

"Nnhm..."

Severin held her hair until the last strong contraction passed, then let her come back for air.

Maerith breathed hard, licked the wetness from her lower lip, and swallowed again without being told.

"Mmh..."

Severin caught her under the arms and pulled her to her feet.

Her feet found the floor without a wobble.

He turned her so her back pressed to his chest at the bed edge.

His hands filled with her ass.

Maerith leaned back into him.

"You wanted me close," he said near her ear.

"Yes, my husband."

His palm struck her right cheek.

SLAP!

"Ahh!"

The flesh rippled under the impact.

Before she could settle, his other palm hit the left.

SLAP!

"Ngh...!"

He caught both cheeks after the impact and squeezed them hard.

Maerith’s head fell back against his shoulder.

"Mmh... yours."

"I know."

He turned her to face him and kissed her deeply.

The taste of his release still lingered on her tongue.

Maerith made a low sound into his mouth.

"Nnhm..."

Severin broke the kiss, put her back on the bed, and moved her hips to the mattress edge.

He lowered her onto her back with her hips at the mattress edge. Maerith spread her knees and planted her feet beside her hips.

Severin stepped into the space between her thighs. His cock brushed her wet folds.

Maerith shivered.

"Ah..."

Severin held her outer hips and pushed inside.

The stretch made her eyes widen.

"Nghhh..."

Her pussy closed around him, very wet and still brutally tight.

Severin stopped only long enough to feel it.

"Fuck, Maerith."

Her lips parted.

"Mmh...?"

He pushed deeper.

"Your pussy’s squeezing me like it wants to keep every inch."

Maerith’s face warmed. "It knows its husband."

He drove fully in.

"Ahhn!"

Her breasts lifted with the impact.

Severin pulled back.

Wetness dragged around his cock.

SQUELCH!

He thrust again.

CLAP!

Maerith cried out.

"Ahh... Severin!"

He set the rhythm hard from the beginning, both hands locked on her hips as he kept her against the mattress edge.

"Ngh... ngh... ah..."

Her breasts shook with each impact.

Her rounded ass shifted against the mattress edge under the force.

"Look at me," Severin said.

Maerith did.

He leaned down and kissed her, his right hand staying firm on her hip while the left slid up her side.

Her mouth opened under his.

"Mmh..."

He straightened and returned both hands to her hips.

The next withdrawal was slick enough to sound.

SQUELCH!

"Ah... my husband..."

Severin drove in harder.

CLAP!

"Nghh!"

He watched her body take the pace, then drove harder when her hips stayed steady beneath his hands.

Maerith’s voice shortened.

"Ah... yes..."

"Still with me?"

"Always... here. Mmh..."

Her pussy tightened on the next pullback.

Severin’s breath sharpened.

"That’s it. Squeeze."

"Ngh... I can’t help it..."

"Don’t."

A trembling laugh broke into a moan.

"Hah... ahh..."

He drew her hips a little closer and changed the angle without breaking the rhythm.

The next stroke went deeper.

Maerith’s head pressed into the pillow.

"AH...!"

Severin pressed his pelvis into hers to hold her at the edge, then lifted her right breast from beneath with his left hand.

His right palm landed.

SLAP!

"Ahh! Husband!"

Her breast bounced in his supporting hand. He squeezed before putting both hands back on her hips.

"You like that?"

"Mmh... yes."

"Say it properly."

"I like it, my husband."

He rewarded the answer with another hard drive.

"Ngh...!"

Her fingers twisted into the sheet.

Severin kept the pressure relentless enough that her measured divine voice began to fray.

"Ah... ahn... Severin..."

"What?"

"I’m... close."

"I know."

"May I come?"

"No."

Maerith’s eyes opened wider.

"Nnh... yes..."

He didn’t slow.

Instead he shortened the next strokes, then drove deeper again, making her body chase the release he had denied.

"Ah... please... husband..."

Her pussy gripped him harder.

Severin’s jaw tightened.

"There."

"Ngh...?"

"That squeeze. Do it again."

Her body answered before her mouth did.

The next contraction clamped around him.

"Fuck, that’s good."

Maerith trembled at the words.

"Mmh... I’m trying..."

"You don’t need to try. Your pussy’s doing it for you."

"Ahh..."

He pulled almost free and drove back.

SQUELCH!

Her cry broke.

"Nghh...!"

Severin pinned her hips to the mattress edge with his pelvis and lifted her left breast from below.

His right palm struck.

SLAP!

"AHH!"

He caught the breast, squeezed, then returned both hands to her hips.

Maerith’s breath came faster.

"Hah... hah... Severin..."

"Not yet."

"I know... nnh..."

He kept her on that edge through several more hard strokes.

Then he bent over her, kissed her, and spoke against her mouth.

"Now."

Maerith came around him.

"AHHH... my husband!"

Her pussy seized his cock in hard, repeated waves.

"Ngh... ah... ahh..."

Her legs shook but stayed planted.

Severin didn’t stop.

The contraction pulled at his own release. He ignored it and drove through the squeeze.

Maerith’s eyes flew open.

"Ah... you aren’t... stopping..."

"No."

"Mmh... good..."

He fucked her through the aftershocks, hard enough that her breasts never settled.

Her hands lost their neat grip on the sheet and reached for him instead, catching his forearms whenever he came close enough.

"Ngh... Severin... I..."

The sentence dissolved.

"Answer me."

"Here... ah... I’m here..."

Her climax hadn’t fully faded before the next pressure started building beneath it.

Severin could feel the change. The contractions were no longer isolated waves. Her pussy kept fluttering and tightening around him, wet enough that every stroke came with a thick sound.

"Mmh... too much... too good..."

"You can take it."

"Yes... husband..."

He never pulled out. As that climax loosened its grip, he drove straight into the next contraction before Maerith could catch a full breath.

Maerith’s gaze went unfocused for a beat, then found him again.

"May I... come again?"

"Not yet."

A broken whine left her.

"Nnnh... please..."

Severin drove deep but stopped just short of the point he meant to save.

"Wait."

"Yes... ah..."

Another stroke.

"Mmh..."

Another.

"Ngh... husband..."

Her wet grip squeezed tighter.

Severin’s control frayed at the edge.

"Fuck. That pussy is vicious."

Maerith shuddered.

"Yours..."

"Mine."

He drove in until her body stopped the depth itself.

The sensation hit like the head of his cock was kissing the deepest point of her womb.

Maerith’s entire body jerked.

SQUIRT!

A hot spray splashed across Severin’s lower abdomen and streaked over Maerith’s inner thighs.

"AHH...! Severin!"

Her pussy crushed around him.

He withdrew only enough for the next stroke, keeping the rhythm alive.

"Ngh... ngh..."

The following drives stopped shorter, brutal enough to shake her breasts and drag cries from her without touching that deepest point again.

"Ah... ahh... husband..."

Severin kissed her hard when he leaned over her, his left hand still anchoring her hip.

Maerith moaned into his mouth.

"Mmmh..."

He straightened.

"Again."

He buried himself to that same depth again.

SPRUTT!

Fluid splashed across the lower sheet and the mattress edge.

Maerith’s cry climbed higher.

"AHH... nghh...!"

Her body shook.

"Please..."

"You asked already."

"I know... mmh... I know..."

He kept fucking her through it.

The lower sheet darkened beneath her hips. The bed edge shone wet. Her pussy was so slick now that the motion sounded obscene, but the grip never loosened.

"Ngh... ah... Severin..."

"Give me your eyes."

She did, trembling.

"That’s the look."

A needy sound slipped out.

"Mmh..."

With both hands locked on her hips, Severin drove all the way in for the last deepest impact.

He held her there through the impact.

SPURT!

The final heavy expulsion ran over the bed edge and hit the floor below.

Maerith cried out so sharply her voice broke.

"AHHH...! My husband...!"

Severin held the depth for the shortest beat, then pulled back into the shorter hard strokes that stopped just shy of it.

"Now," he said.

Maerith’s final climax tore through her.

"SEVERIN... ahh... nghhh...!"

Her pussy clamped down harder than before.

The contractions came almost without space between them, squeezing his cock as if her body meant to milk everything from him.

"Mmh... ah... ah..."

Her hands slipped from his forearms and clung around his wrists.

"Husband... I... can’t..."

"You are."

"Ngh...!"

He kept moving.

He kept the strokes short and hard, each stopping just shy of the deepest point.

Each stroke rode through the grip of her climax.

"Ah... ahh... please..."

"Keep taking me."

Maerith’s eyes fluttered, but she remained awake, fixed on him whenever they opened.

"Mmh... yes..."

Her breasts shook with every impact. Her thighs trembled around his hips, and the soft fullness of her ass shifted against the mattress edge.

The grip inside her became almost unbearable.

Severin’s breath broke.

"Fuck, Maerith."

She made a weak, pleased sound.

"Nnh..."

"You’re going to squeeze it out of me."

"Yes... husband..."

That was enough.

Severin drove nearly all the way in, stopping short of that deepest point, and held her there.

His cock pulsed inside her.

A heavy release made Maerith gasp.

"Ah...!"

Another internal pulse followed.

"Mmh..."

Then another, copious heat filling her tight pussy while her contractions kept milking him. It felt obscenely deep, as if every pulse filled her all the way to the womb.

Maerith trembled beneath him.

"Ngh... fill me... my husband..."

Severin’s abdomen locked through the last strong pulse.

Her pussy squeezed again.

"Ahh..."

He stayed inside until the hardest contractions eased.

For several breaths, neither of them moved.

Maerith’s voice had fallen to small sounds.

"Mmh... hah..."

Severin leaned down and kissed her.

She answered weakly but eagerly, mouth soft beneath his.

"Nnhm..."

When he finally withdrew, her pussy clung to the head before letting him go. A thick mixture of semen and her own wetness followed, spilling over her swollen pink folds and down toward the already-soaked lower sheet.

Maerith shivered.

"Ah..."

Severin caught her before her hips could slide off the mattress edge and pulled her fully onto the dry upper part of the bed.

The damp edge of the lower sheet had crept too close to her thigh. He folded it away from her skin and left the rest alone.

Maerith curled against him, trembling and spent, her eyes still open when her hand found the dragon tattoo over his chest.

"Hold me."

Severin wrapped an arm around her.

"I’m holding you."

She tucked her face beneath his chin.

"Mmh... closer."

He tightened his hold.

A long breath left her.

"Better."

Severin kissed her hairline, then her mouth when she lifted her face.

Maerith smiled against the kiss.

"My husband."

"My wife."

Her eyelids were heavy now, but her gaze still found his when she spoke.

After a while, she spoke without moving her head from his chest.

"Serren Mott."

"Still only a name in a book."

Her fingers tightened over his chest. "That’s where it should stay until the rest earns itself."

"I won’t rush it."

"And Nyra?"

"Has a room. Has a road. Has rules that matter only when they need to."

Maerith’s mouth curved faintly.

"You do enjoy collecting dangerous women."

"I married the first dangerous one."

A tired laugh slipped out of her.

"Hah... flattering."

"Accurate."

She kissed his chest.

"Sleep. The tannery will still be ugly when the house wakes."

Her breathing gradually lost its ragged edge beneath his chin. Severin closed his eyes without letting her go.