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“Priya, my love.” Malini’s voice was tender, her eyes crinkling with a gentle smile. “”I was just thinking of you. Come to me.”
Priya met Malini at her low writing desk and sat, allowing her thighs to graze gently against Malini's in the casual display of intimacy that was finally beginning to feel natural. “Good things, I hope.”
“Always,” Malini said with a gentle smile, before allowing her gaze to dive to her lips. “Though some would call my thoughts impure.”
Priya felt excitement pool in her stomach. In truth, she had been waiting all day for this. Through war councils and archery practice and politicking, all she could think of was returning to the empress’s tent in the evening.
In a moment, their mouths crashed together, both so open and eager and wanting. Priya's hands wandered, cupping Malini's cheek, stroking her neck, teasing her breast. Her mouth wandered, too, sucking and licking at the spots on Malini's neck that always made her gasp.
Suddenly, Malini stood, her eyes never leaving Priya's mouth. Her burning gaze held Priya in place, basking in the light of her. It wasn’t until she broke into a wry smile that Priya realized she was holding out a hand to help her up.
She blushed and stood hurriedly. How long had they been doing this, and still Malini always left her transfixed. Malini pulled her backwards to the bed and sat on it, hands holding Priya in place standing before her.
“Now take off your clothes for me, darling.”
Priya felt her blood rush again and nodded. She hurriedly pulled at the fabric of her clothing, feeling ridiculous but almost unable to care, until she was entirely bare before her love.
“Good, Priya. Now get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”
Priya felt lightheaded with lust. Malini always had a certain assertiveness, but she’d never been given her orders like this before. Like an empress commanding her subject. It made heat flash through her entire body, and an ache was already throbbing between her legs.
Malini grazed the tip of her fingers down Priya's spine. She was taking her time, drinking in every inch of her. Barely touching, not yet.
Slowly, Malini touched more of her, first cupping her hands around her waist, then her buttocks. Stroking her back. Reaching a hand around to graze, then pinch her nipple.
“Malini,” Priya gasped at the sudden sensation.
“So very strong,” Malini said, voice even, still stroking the defined muscles of her back. “And yet you do everything I say.”
Suddenly she was pressing firmly on the back of Priya's head. “Hands behind your back, darling.”
Priya was not surprised at herself for obeying. She had proved long ago that she would do whatever Malini asked, as long as it was in her power. But she was surprised at how eagerly she pulled her hands behind her, letting her head fall to the mattress, gasping as Malini took both of her wrists in one hand.
“So very eager to please. Why is that, darling?” Malini's long fingers were stroking her inner thighs now, and Priya's hips moved of their own accord, desperately seeking friction.
“I— ah,“ she could hardly think, reduced to a puddle of desperate wanting. “I want to. Please you.”
“Yes, I see that you do.” Her voice was teasing, but Priya could hear the heat in it. “You like being my plaything, don’t you, Priya?”
“Yes, Malini,” Priya whimpered, then gasped as she felt teeth graze the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. “Yes, Empress.”
“Fuck, Priya,” Malini gasped, and the slight slip of her cool exterior made Priya flush with pride and want, the keen feeling of knowing that even by submitting, she held a certain power over her lover.
Malini drew a long, elegant finger between her thighs, barely grazing over her clit, and Priya thought the rush of sensation might end her.
“Keep your hands there, love,” Malini whispered as she released her grip on Priya's wrists and slid two fingers inside of her, the other hand drawing gentle circles on her clit. Priya did not think of disobeying.
Malini knew her body so well now, and every movement built the intense pleasure in Priya's center. She was plummeting towards the edge, oh god, oh Malini —
Suddenly, her lovers hands were absent. Priya gasped, desperately seeking the pleasure that escaped her. But she could not move her hips. Malini's hands held them firmly in place.
“Not so fast, my love,” Malini crooned, a teasing smile in her voice. “I want to keep enjoying you.”
A desperate sound escaped Priya's throat. Her cunt ached with the need for sensation. “Please, Malini. My empress. Please. I need you.”
“And you will have me,” Malini said coolly. “In time.”
She went on like this, bringing Priya to the very edge and then pulling back, three times before finally, finally relenting, allowing Priya to clench and pulse and writhe around her fingers. The universe opened. Priya saw stars. She could not breathe.
Malini gently placed Priya's hands back at her sides and eased her knees back until she was lying prone. Priya could only gasp as the aftermath of pleasure rolled over her and every muscle in her body relaxed.
“Fuck, Malini. I… fuck.”
Malini laughed softly and lay on her back next to Priya, gazing at her with love and delight, and cupped her cheek with one hand. “Good, my love?”
“Yes. Fuck. I feel I can hardly move.”
The empress laughed again and tucked an arm around her, shifting closer until Priya's head lay on her chest.
“Rest, my love. And after you recover… perhaps I’ll allow you to return the favor.”
Priya grinned. She suddenly felt a fresh surge of energy.