W/N: With minor edits. :)
It was still dawn when Max woke up. Her exposed half body was greeted by the chilly breeze coming from the slightly open window, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her dainty fingers and with her eyes half-open, she scanned the room. It was a huge mess.
Her eyes then landed on the large figure flopped behind her. Riftan. Her petite frame was locked in between this man's large arms embracing her tightly, his heavy leg in between her white thighs, touching the wet petals from last night's steamy explorations. To make her body heat up even more, she could feel the warm bulging manhood that was pressed just above her ass.
Her heart fluttered as the flashbacks of last night's memories resurfaced her mind. If she were to described it with one word, she could only think of it as the wildest they've ever been. Her heart raced just thinking about it, usually she'd feel embarrassed, but now she would just giggle and look forward for another long night with this handsome man under her spell.
There was hardly any night or spare time that wasn't used to engulf themselves with each other's heat and lust since the day they returned to Anatol. If she weren't busy with books in the library or maintaining the castle, she would spend time in the training hall watching the knights grind while Riftan supervise them. Often times, the supervision would be left to the second-in-command's care because Riftan would suddenly disappear and then show up two hours later or not at all.
Of course, the knights aren't ignorant of the fact that their fearless commander curls up at the touch of his beloved wife. He would often show up with ruffled hair with swollen spots on his neckline and chest that he proudly displayed. With this man's pent-up sexual frustrations over the past years of not being able to touch the ladyship, his situation is understandable, at least to his comrades.
Riftan was never seen giving any attention to other women no matter how hard these b*tch*s try. Even during their previous expeditions over the past three years, it was impossible to not hear him yelling curses while throwing out prostitutes who managed to hide in his room to seduce him.
Clearly, he is definitely madly into Lady Calypse and anyone who tries to go in between them will see instant defeat before even trying.
Max held Riftan's large hands, passionately caressing it's back. She sobbed softly. She felt overjoyed and contented with just being with him. She could never ask for more. Riftan is more than enough. I'm back... home... with him. These words echoed in her mind, she couldn't help herself but to feel overwhelmed with happiness at the fact they finally returned to Anatol after so many hurdles. Her home. Their home.
"Why... are you crying?"
A deep voice spoke up. Riftan, who heard her sobs, leaned his elbow on his pillow, fixing his eyes on her.
Max immediately wiped the tears that she didn't even notice flowing from her eyes.
Riftan released her from his embrace and gently pulled Max's shoulder to face him. Her naked body with just her hair covering her round molds, obviously made Riftan's insides flutter but he ignored it and caressed the flushed face of his beloved waifu.
"Are you unwell?" He asked again.
Max immediately shook her head. She lovingly looked at the man's worried face.
"I'm just happy to be back here with you."
Maxi answered with a beautiful smile painted on her face. Riftan, who was enthralled at the beauty beneath him, smiled back and pressed his lips to hers – biting and sucking on her lower lip, even after all those years of tears and arguments, the two are still evidently madly in love with each other. A string of saliva connected their lips as the early passionate kiss came to an end.
