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Hermione looked at the tilted wall in front of her, wet with humidity. She relaxed a bit more into the bathtub, or more precisely the small pool that was the bath of the Edezian’s castle, their king always liking a bit too much the luxury he lived in, but for once Hermione couldn’t care less about it, she deserved a bit of luxury after spending the afternoon listening to the king boast about his fortune and his sister clingy to her like glue.
She heard the door of the bathroom open and sighed, knowing who entered the room, she felt her body welcome the gentle embrace of a pair of arms around her neck, while her head rested against the chest of the person behind her.
"Been a rough day, hasn’t it?" A beautiful and soft voice asked her.
"You had no idea, those two are quite something and not in a good way." Hermione answered. A hand coming to rest on the forearm holding her.
The brunette tilted her head backward, meeting the soft and yet so powerful eyes of her queen. Her wife and lifelong partner. Soon, she felt soft lips embrace hers in a gentle touch.
Fleur pulled back and climbed into the bath with her, close to her. Hermione was seated in front of the wall while the blonde decided to sit at her left, against another wall, thankful for the bench that were build around the bath, giving it a resemblance once again to a pool thanks to the fact that it got deeper in the centre, but she preferred to stay by Hermione’s side. Her legs close to the queen’s, caressing them up and down amusingly. While Hermione’s legs stayed in the pool, hers rested almost on the bench. Teasing the brunette every so often.
"I wonder which of them is the worst, the king that couldn’t stop talking and when your back was turned tried to seduce me to convince me to become his mistress." Fleur paused for a few second before releasing a sigh. "Or he’s sister that couldn’t stop clinging to you and made it clear that I’m not as well versed as her in ‘royal manners’." The blonde leaned the side of her head against her fist, while she pondered the question.
"She thinks herself better because of the protocol she follow but she ain’t fit to rule like you do, my queen." Hermione reassured.
"Well, thank you, after today I thought I wasn’t good at anything." She said amusingly, a smile on her lips, her foot coming to poke Hermione’s thigh. The brunette surprised her when she grabbed said leg to lay it down across her thighs. Her other leg following to join the other rubbing against Hermione’s abs which made the brunette laugh.
"You’re good at many things, my love. Much more than her, that’s for sure."
They relaxed for a while, in silence, letting the warm atmosphere take away their terrible day, hoping already for a better tomorrow.
When Fleur moved gently her thigh, she felt something caress it at the same time, she opened her eyes once closed, surprised to find the semi-hard member of the younger queen poking from time to time her leg. Hermione had her eyes closed, her head resting against her left fist, arm propped on the bathtub. The blonde smiled softly, it was a wonderful temptation to have Hermione looking so so peaceful and aroused in front of her.
Slowly she lifted one thigh and then she descended along the member, the younger queen sighing softly. Fleur wondered if Hermione was aware of her arousal. Nonetheless it amused Fleur a lot. She kept this little game for a while, feeling the queen harden even more until she was fully erected.
Hermione’s eyes opened slowly, her face calm and still, unlike Fleur’s, that was smug and amused. The brunette turned her gaze toward the blonde, her lips morphing into a smirk.
"Having a good time?" Hermione asked, lust present in her tone.
"I should ask you that, after all you’re the one enjoying my good time." Fleur’s fingers came to rest against her lips, biting her nails from time to time when her bottom lip wasn’t the one caught between her teeth.
Hermione’s right hand slowly travelled Fleur’s leg, moving to the part that was teasing her. Slowly she used her hand to make the queen’s thigh descend along her member and then helping her come back up. For a few time she amused herself with the deliciousness of the rhythm she installed, especially after Fleur started moving her second thigh to pleasure her more. Her cock was throbbing with desires, not satisfied by the teasing it was receiving.
"That’s doesn’t look like that enough for you, your majesty, should I entertain you more in our bedroom?" The blonde teased in a seductive voice, enjoying the feeling of the brunette’s erection twitching between her thighs.
"We both know you do more that just entertain me, my love." Hermione’s eyes locked with her a genuine and lustful look in them. The younger queen raised herself from the bath. Her feet meeting the cold titled floor, her whole body radiating with heat. She offered a hand to the queen, appreciating the way the water fell down her body, accentuating her curves and muscles. In a spontaneous movement she took the blonde in her arms, carrying her bridal style to their room.
Once arrived near their bed the blonde decided to be put back down on the floor. Pushing the brunette naked body to sit down on the edge of their extremely soft bed. She advanced slowly toward her, standing between her legs, the queen’s member proudly pointing toward her as if knowing the source of it’s arousal.
Fleur’s hands came to rest on Hermione’ s cheeks, lowering her lips on her forehead, her temple and cheek before finally capturing the brunette’s lips, her mouth opening, her tongue demanding entry, one that was granted without any hesitation, the pink muscle slowly coming to tease and explore the younger queen’s mouth, sighing softly when she felt fingers crept along her ribs, resting at the base of her chest, thumbs caressing softly the skin. Her lips embraced Hermione’s in a deeper kiss. Gasping in pleasure when she felt the brunette’s strong yet gentle hands coming to massage her breasts.
Skillfull fingers teasing the hardened nipples, eliciting more sounds each time she twisted them before, pinching very softly, just enough that when the pain disappeared it left a delicious tingle in Fleur’s body. But the blonde didn’t stayed inactive for very long, her hands descending along Hermione’s neck, caressing the nape, before scratching what she could reach of he back. Her fingertips moving again to teased the front of Hermione’s body, bending slightly to tease the tip of her cock, amazed by how demanding her member was, the younger queen’s hips jerking forward to meet her fingers. She kneeled down between her legs.
Her fingers caressed the head before her palm came to play a little bit more, grasping softly at the base, moving up and down, tugging at the member that kept jerking forward into her hand.
"I hope you know that I’ll get back to you for teasing me like that." Hermione’s tone was laced with desire and authority, something that made Fleur shiver.
"I’m ready to pay the price, trust me." Fleur said in a cocky voice, her eyes meeting the brown ones of her faithful queen.
"And that’s why you’re the queen, because of this audacious attitude of yours." Hermione groaned when Fleur took her cock in her hand, hand wrapped around the shaft. Pumping softly at first in small movements.
The blonde smiled knowingly when she heard the brunette moaned for the first time, not a groaned or a sigh, no, a moan that she only could make. Slowly she accelerated her motions, moving up and down along the length of her member, her eyes captivated by the scene in front of her and above her.
"Is it to you liking?" Fleur’s question was full of smugness, knowing very well the effect it had on the queen, someone challenging her. "Would you like more?" She whispered, approaching her mouth to the pulsating cock in front of her, her breath teasing it.
"Have I ever said no to that question?" The sentence was said in a breathless moan.
Fleur’s smirk grew bigger, delivering a soft kiss to the head, Hermione’s cock throbbing even more, probably to the idea of having her mouth, she chuckled, coming with an idea.
Hermione looked curiously toward the blonde when she saw her stand up and let go of her erection but her words were silenced when the blonde turned her back to her, her body descending softly toward her member, one hand grasping it. Hermione could only moan loudly when the blonde’s folds met her cock, wetness already coating it. The action repeated multiple time, her member glistening in the soft light of their bedroom.
Fleur slowly dragged herself against the hard erection, making sure to thrust her hips forward everytime her clitoris met the tip, slipping between her lips, lubricating the cock, controlling her own pleasure and at the same time Hermione’s. She moaned softly when she felt Hermione's hands rest on her hips, slowly trusting upwards.
"You’re leaving me breathless, softly torturing me, love. Yet I can’t seem to stop, even for a second, adoring every part of you." Hermione wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pulling her to sit on her, the brunette thrusting against her drenched womanhood. Hands slowly coming around their cores, using her owns hands to masturbate her member against the blonde, fingers playing with the blonde’s lips, stroking her clitoris gently, delighting herself in the sound her queen made at every stroke of her member against her folds. Her name coming softly out of the blonde’s mouth.
"What about getting back at me?" Fleur asked, amused.
"I don’t care anymore, tease me as much as you want, my beloved, as long as I come inside you, it’s all that matter. Please, Fleur."
"God, I want you inside."
Fleur’s hand came down, taking the wet cock into her hands, guiding the tip toward her entrance, feeling herself flutter in anticipation. Gradually slipping Hermione’s erection inside of her, moaning at every inch that penetrated her, moving up and down a few times to adjust herself to her wife’s member, her walls clinging and fluttering around her, at each stimulation. With one swift movement, she sheathed Hermione fully inside of her, causing both of them to be stunned for a few seconds.
Hermione laid down the bed to get a better support her hands coming to rest on Fleur’s hips, carefully she lifted her hips, meeting the blonde’s fantastic ass, bouncing softly at the impact of their bodies making love. Fleur’s hands placed on her thighs to help herself sink faster on Hermione’s cock.
Then their thrusts became more powerful, slow but hard, just the way Fleur liked it. Making sure that she hit her g-spot every time, making the blonde gasp, her legs already shaking from the pleasure.
The brunette’s member coming out of the blonde’s vagina, coming to tease her slit, playing every so often with her wife’s entrance, making the blonde even more sensible to her member. She felt her tighten every time she re-entered her more strongly, she could also feel her length throbbed painfully, ready to release herself inside her queen.
"I’m about to come, my love." That simple phrase was enough to make Fleur reach her own orgasm. The brunette’s cock thrusting faster inside of her, pouring each drop inside the queen. How she loved to see her wife come undone in front of her.
She laid down on the brunette’s body, her back pressed against her front, their breaths shallow, trying to regain the control of their respiration.
" I reiterate, you’re incredible at many thing, my queen." Hermione said softly. Making the blonde chuckle.
As they both laid on each other, they enjoyed the aftermath of their lovemaking, resting comfortably against each other underneath the sheets before slowly facing each others on the bed.
"That’s one thing he don’t have." Hermione said with a loving smile on her face. "This type of bond."
Gently the brunette came atop her queen, her arms at each side of her head, leaning down to kiss the queen softly, resting their forehead against the other.
"I have you, and that’s something he’ll never have, not even a million year."
Fleur smiled, hands caressing the brunette’s breast before going down.
"I think that tomorrow he’ll be aware of it, especially with all the marks you left on me and trust me I won’t try to cover them."
Hermione growled before capturing her lips once more and slowly going down the blonde’s sinful curves.