Lords and Ladies (Patreon)

“Miq~” Malenia moans softly, while she runs her fingers through wavy golden locks of hair.

It's a quiet morning in Elphael, the mists of the northern sea blanket, the city, and the blooming Haligtree. It's silent, peaceful, quiet in Elphael, and while the morning guard draws their cloaks tighter. Meanwhile their God, Miquella the Bright, throats her cock down to the hilt with ease.

“Ohhh~ yeah…” Mal sighs. She lets her head fall back against the down pillows, and she does her best to stay still. Though despite her best efforts, Miquella is well adept at making her squirm.

He moans happily around her, gulping down her pre with an enthusiasm that Mohg would be outraged at… if the scum were still alive. Good riddance to that pox upon the house of Marika. She almost smirks, Mohg was a fool to trust her and her companions in their paltry disguises.

And now? Her darling Miquella is back home, and she's taking every opportunity she can to feel him. Touch him with her scarred hands, stroke his hair, hold him close. She can no longer see him, but she remembers exactly what he looks like, and her fingers confirmed he hasn't changed.

“Fuck.” She husks as she bucks her hips ever so slightly, and her voice catches while her toes curl. His tiny hands rest on each of her thighs. “You're so good for me, waiting your turn like a good baby boy.” oh, how she loves to hear him moan, how that sweet sound nearly drives her to madness.

Miquella bobs his head nice and slow, sucking softly on the way up and taking her with a firm thrust all at once. He waits at the bottom to swirl his tongue around her shaft, and she shudders from his touch.

“Baby boy, I'm getting c-close.” She gasps. She has to Flex her legs to stop her from ramming into his sweet little throat. “Do you want to swallow? Or shall I try and put another child in you?” She asks. The fire burns in her core all the brighter, no longer tainted by her sacrilegious birth thanks to her one true Lord. Miquella doesn't answer right away, instead choosing to jerk his head up and down, barely letting her out of his mouth.

She moans loudly, not worrying in the slightest. The children are in Finlay’s care at the moment, and Malenia trusts her captain with their sacred lives. Her focus is pulled back to the moment when Miquella pulls off her so slowly, her hard cock flops against her pelvis with a pop.

“Hahhh… I… I want you in.” Miquella asks through ragged, though notably excited, gasps.

“In?” She asks with a knowing smirk, she grips his hair ever so slightly and tugs. “In where?”

“AhhhhHhh Mal!”

“Use your words baby boy or you're not going to get what you want.” Malenia says before she tugs just a little harder. Her skin tingles when he mewls so sweetly just for her.

“In… me…” He whines.

“Try again my love.” she orders, loving the sound of him. Struggling. The Lord of the Haligtree, master of Elphael, King of the New Order. Flustered by his own twin sister. He's so sweet, and she knows already that she's going to give him exactly what he wants. She's just waiting to hear him break first.

“In my… uhhnnn… Mal please! I beg of you, give me another child! I'll bear them all for you!” And there it is. She grins and guides him up on top of her. Her cock is still slick from his spit, though even if it weren't she doubts that would be an issue for him. He’s dripping all over her as he positions himself right over her. She braces herself as her boy presses down into her cock, his slicked pussy lips are so soft. She moans, smiling wide. “Please Mal, please…” Miq whimpers. She grabs his small hips, and manages to lift him off her cock. He cries out softly, but doesn’t resist. Malenia wordlessly Grabs her shaft and lines herself up, though she takes a moment to rub her tip up and down against her husband’s pussy. He gasps, and moans, twisting in her grip as she teases his entrance.

“Go ahead baby boy.” She exhales the words, and Miquella obeys. Despite being her Lord, he’s helpless. Miquella can’t resist her, or her domination. He spears himself on her, easily taking her all the way in by virtue of how needy he is. Malenia sighs at his tightness, at his heat, at the beautiful way his pussy flutters around her shaft. Miquella starts to bounce, though his motions are short and fast. As if Miquella is unwilling to go without her deep inside him for even a moment.

“Ohhh, Mal!” He cries out. A soft sound of slapping echoes around their bedroom, punctuated by needy moans and the tiniest whimpers. Malenia rests a hand on the small of Miquella’s back, she isn't forcing him to move faster, rather she's simply enjoying his enthusiasm. She moans shamelessly, and why should she be ashamed? She's the bride of lord of the Haligtree, the woman Miquella wanted at his side.

She’s the one who’s filled his womb night after night, the one who fucks him the way he needs. She groans and grits her teeth, thinking about how she’s utterly and completely his. She can’t, simply cannot hold back any longer. She bucks up in time with Miq slamming his hips down, and they both cry out as their bodies meet.

“Mal! Mal!” Miquella cries out before he crashes into her and latches on to her nipple. She gasps as Miquella sucks on it, still bouncing his hips furiously. Malenia writhes, arching her back. Miquella whines loudly into her tit, Malenia grits her teeth. Miquella breaks their kiss to cry out, Malenia grips his hips. She drags him along, her muscles flex hard as she sets a devastating pace. There's no way she can stop now, she worthlessly vocalizes. Her toes curl, and she desperately wishes that she could see his face right now even for a moment.

Miquella’s voice rises to a scream, and he shouts her name, his body curling in on itself, He trembles violently, his boycunt grips and squeezes just right, like he’s trying to milk her dry. Who is she to deny her husband?

“MIQ!” She shouts, jerking her hips erratically as she spills her load out into him, her mind goes blank as Miquella keeps bouncing. Then, all at once, they sigh together. Both of them relax. Malenia whimpers, and reaches blindly for his face. “Miq, Miq? C’mere.” Miquella sighs as he pulls himself off her, she can feel the bad shift as he crawls up her body. His gentle kisses soothe the fire inside, and she slowly comes back down to the earth by grounding herself with him. She sighs loud and long, a shaky sound that bleeds all the tension from her body.

“Hi…” He whispers, and she chuckles.

“Hi.” She replies, holding him close. She smiles as he nuzzles into her, and she strokes his shoulders slowly. Her chest heaves, and goosebumps form across her skin as she settles. Miquella hums and shuffles up to kiss her cheek. They don’t say a word, there’s no need. She can tell what he’s thinking just by being this close to him. The way he’s fully resting his body weight on her body, and she’s got her arms wrapped all around his small frame.

Malenia can’t close her eyes, but she relaxes her face anyways. Her thoughts wander, and seconds melt into minutes. She smiles, and murmurs sweet nothings into her husband’s hair. Then, finally, she drifts off to sleep herself. Happy, comfortable, and safe.