Many people believed Luz was lucky to be given the task of carrying the king's heir, but they didn't know the troubles and heartache that came along with it.
Amity is the King of Boiling Isle, and she is intersex meaning she is born with a dick.
She...
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Back in the Present, In Amity's chambers...
"—your Majesty?"
Luz's soft voice broke Amity out of her thoughts; shaking her head and bringing her back to reality, her eyes fell on Luz. The first thing she noticed was the concern glint shining in them. "Are you alright?" said Luz
Luz could feel Amity's hands slightly trembling against Luz's arms, and her eyes were wide and breathing uneasy. Luz knew this wasn't easy for Amity—having to cheat on her wife, the woman she loves with all her heart, and sleep with another woman. "We don't have to do this tonight. We can take our time—"
"No!" Amity immediately cut Luz off, Amity's sudden change in tone startling Luz slightly, and when she noticed that, her eyes softened. "Forgive me, Lady Luz. I just want to get this over with."
Luz nodded her head understandingly.
The next thing Luz knew, Amity's hands were on her hips, guiding her towards Amity's bed.
That night, there wasn't any love or passion; with Amity's lips molding against Luz and the rough pace of her thrusts, Amity left Luz trembling underneath her, clawing at Amity's back and legs wrapped around Amity's waist, holding her close while crying out her name.
There wasn't any foreplay; both were eager to reach their releases and end the night.
Luz was the first to reach her climax, body shaking uncontrollably as she came around Amity's dick, bringing her to her release, cumming deep into Luz with one last thrust and groan coming out of her mouth.
Amity was kind enough to let Luz stay, knowing that her wife was also expecting Amity to stay with Luz. Amity and Luz slept in silence, neither speaking to the other nor sleeping with their backs facing each other.
That's how the next two months went.
Once a week, Luz's two servants would dress her up elegantly and send her over to Amity, where she would spend the night. The sex never changed—still rough and fast, the both of them only wanting their release, and that's it. Neither cared for or wanted foreplay, only to get through the night.
But that also didn't mean Amity and Luz didn't care for one another—platonically. There would be times when they would lay in bed afterward and chat with one another, sharing what hobbies they enjoyed, knowing where they originally came from, just about anything.
Even though Luz's hearts didn't belong to each other, that doesn't mean they can't at least be friends.
