Satzu Smuts

duty (2)

It is barely morning, then.

Barely morning, and yet she feels so consumed by her desire, planting the seeds of her affection against the bare shoulder of her beautiful wife, the mother of her children, still blessedly asleep. Tzuyu smiles against her milky skin, her hands roaming over the expanse of her body as she slumbered, cupping her breasts, always filling her palms so well.

Tzuyu hums, pleased, feeling her length swell against the thin fabric of her trousers, slotting easily against Sana's pert bottom, breathing in her sheer essence.

It is barely morning, but Tzuyu has never been more awake, brushing Sana's nightgown up and her own trousers down, their bodies still warm under their thick covers.

“My darling wife,” Tzuyu murmurs against Sana's skin, smiling at the sleepy response she receives, grinning at the gasp she steals as she sinks into the warmth of her core, stretching out her welcoming walls. “Good morning.”

“You're already having your way with me, your Majesty,” Sana quips, though it is more playful than spiteful now, a moan bubbling past her lips as Tzuyu's shaft settles inside completely, so deeply Tzuyu swears the head is kissing the mouth of her womb. “Was last night not enough for you?”

“I will never get enough of you,” Tzuyu replies easily, catching Sana's lips in a tender kiss as she drags her hips back, just so, before sinking into her once more, setting out a slow, but forceful rhythm.

Tzuyu's head always spins at the feeling, of Sana's walls clinging to her shaft, soaking her in her juices, driving Tzuyu crazy with her breathy moans and whimpers. It is barely morning, but Tzuyu cannot help herself any longer, adding more speed behind her thrusts, drinking in Sana's stuttered gasps and relishing in the bite of her nails against her skin.

“Tzuyu,” Sana cries, her tinkling voice music to her ears as Tzuyu presses her against their surely stained sheets, bucking relentlessly into her. “Tzuyu, please…”

“I know, darling,” Tzuyu pants out softly, lacing their fingers together as she ruts against her wife, eager to fill her as much as Sana wanted to be filled.

To think, the younger girl could barely look at her before. And now, here she was, begging so feverishly for her essence, hips bouncing back against her own. It's enough, enough to stutter Tzuyu's pace, enough for Tzuyu to moan and burrow into her wife, her seed splashing greedily against waiting walls. Sana mewls, her hips grinding back a few thrusts more before Tzuyu feels it, the clench of the walls around her pulsing shaft, milking her cock of all it was worth.

Tzuyu leans down to kiss her once more, hips rocking languidly Sana's own, their breathing laboured as they remained joined, for as long as their duties would let them.

“Mommy!” Tzuyu hears from the room next door, and earns a laugh from both of them, Tzuyu’s hands dragging over Sana's milky thighs.

“I guess even the queen must wait,” She teases, stealing one more kiss before she finally withdraws, reluctantly letting her wife slink out of bed.

“I won't take long,” Sana promises over her shoulder, shrugging Tzuyu's coat on to seem somewhat presentable after their morning romp.

Tzuyu mirrors her smile, pumping her shaft lazily. “I'll be waiting.”