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“You’re a huge pervert, you know that?” Phainon nearly choked on air at the sudden accusation thrown at her. Her eyes widened as she whipped her head around dramatically towards the timbered voice of her wife, Mydei. Phainon was just humming and smiling as she polished Dawnmaker, handling her greatsword with ease. Yet Mydei had to abruptly interrupt the peaceful serenity her wife sat in, breaking comfortable silence with an incredibly inappropriate remark. 

The soaring cyan sky was clear of clouds, the sun was  beating down on the two of them, its comforting warmth now a scorching heat. Sweat had dripped down Mydei’s face, a bead collecting itself at the end of her sharp jaw. “Sorry…?” Phainon cocked her head to the side, adjacent to that of a puzzled puppy. “You heard me. Pervert.” 

“Perfect?” 

“No. Pervert.” 

Mydei corrected, folding her arms under her rather “generous” breasts. Oh. Okay maybe Phainon was a perv— “You’re doing it again.”

Mydei cut through Phainon’s storm of thoughts. “Doing what?” 

“Staring.” Mydei scowled. 

“Can I not look at my gorgeous wife?” Phainon teased, standing up to meet Mydei’s height. “Don’t be corny. You know what I meant.” The Deliverer walked up to her lover, the heels of her boots clacking against tile. She was so close she could feel Mydei’s breath and  breasts on her. Both Phainon and Mydei were the same height, so their chests bumped into each other’s as Phainon strode one last step. “Mmm, don’t think so…” Phainon trailed off, trailing the tips of her fingers from Mydei’s hip, over the curve of her waist and to her wife’s strong broad shoulder. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean…” Mydei kept eye contact as she drifted her hand down towards Phainon’s hips. “Looking is much different than ogling… yes?” Mydei teasingly slid her hand down Phainon’s thigh and hooked two of her fingers through the strap taut around it. “Touching is also much different than ogling. If anything, perhaps it’s even more… scandalous?” Phainon bit back, her hand rested against Mydei’s shoulder, her palm ever so slightly pressing against her wife’s chest. 

“Tch, look who’s talking.” “Look who started it.” The two were so close their noses bumped into each other. Their legs had slotted together, one leg in between the others— way too close to be appropriate for their current setting. Sure there weren’t any citizens or heirs in sight but they weren’t shielded by the walls of their bedroom. Not yet anyways. Fluttering her eyes closed, Phainon leaned in, her plush lips barely grazing Mydei’s. 

“Ahem.” A promptly unamused tone had shredded the tension between the two, the heat simmering down to awkward silence. Both of the women whipped their heads towards the interrupting voice, taking three steps back from one another. Realizing they’ve been caught (in quite a stupid way) the impending sense of doom (embarrassment) was upon them.

“I really do hope I didn’t interrupt anything…” A shorter woman with a studious stature stood a few steps away from the two (very guilty looking) women. Celadon hair had framed rather androgynous features, a complex eyepatch covering half the side of her face. “Profesor, Anaxa! Ho—“ “Anaxagoras.” The professor quickly corrected, venom seeping from her words, every syllable was laced with something poisonous. 

Mydei chimed in. “How can we help you professor?” Anaxa kept her straight face as she folded her arms around herself, framing her squarish figure. “Maybe by… oh I don’t know, NOT grinding on each other whilst I’m trying to admire such stunning creatures of beauty?!” Anaxa pointed a slender finger towards the towering Droma. Poor thing. “Oh Mydei… I fear we’ve introduced the Droma to lesbianism.” Phainon dramatically raised the back of her pale hand against her forehead, faking a faint. 

“Whatever will we do?” Mydei questioned sarcastically, her tone anything but sincere. A small snicker was shared between the two lovers, a bubbly laugh escaped Phainon by accident. ”Yea, whatever. Can you guys leave or something?!” Anaxa was talking to the two for less than a minute and yet she had already begun to feel herself growing more and more sick and tired of the two lovers FUCKING everywhere. Phainon and Mydei looked at each other, cueing that it was probably best to leave… 

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The walk back to their home was quiet at first, both Phainon and Mydei trying their best to smother the bubbling laughter that threatened to spill out from them. Phainon was the first to break, a poorly stifled snort escaping her as she replayed Anaxa’s expression in her mind. Mydei shook her head, though the upward twitch of her lips sold her out. “She looked ready to shoot us with that gun of hers.” Phainon teased, elbowing her wife lightly in the side. “Looked? Pretty sure she was if we didn’t leave in time…” Mydei muttered. “If she catches us again, we’ll be labeled as the moral decline of Okhema.” “Oh please, we’re the moral highlight.” Phainon spread her arms dramatically. “What’s more inspiring than two strong women shamelessly in love?”

“Shamelessly is the key word here.” Mydei arched her brow, her gaze lingering on the pink plush lips of her wife. By the time they reached their home, the heated bickering had melted into something quieter and heavier. Their house sat just by the coast—open and airy, yet tucked away by tall stone and flowering vines that curled protectively around the edges. From the outside, it looked almost modest, but inside, the high ceilings and candlelit rooms carried a warmth that could only belong to them. The salty breeze carried through, filling every corner with the smell of the sea, strikingly familiar to that of Phainon. 

The moment the door opened, a blur of white fur hurled itself toward them. “Snowy!” Phainon squealed as the massive Samoyed huddled into her arms—or, well, as much as a dog that size could be huddled into anything. She toppled backwards a step, barely catching her balance. Snowy panted happily, tongue lolling, and tail wagging incredibly fast. “She’s more excited to see you than me.” Mydei grumbled, bending down to scratch behind Snowy’s ears. “That’s because she can sense which one of us actually plays with her.” Phainon stuck out her tongue.

Mydei rolled her eyes but didn’t argue—Snowy had already abandoned her in favor of showering Phainon’s face with slobbery kisses. Eventually, Snowy settled down at their feet, content to sprawl across the cool tiled floor like a fluffy rug. Mydei stretched her arms, muscles rippling as she made her way into the kitchen. “Dinner?” she asked over her shoulder, tying a “kiss the cook” apron around her waist.  “You’re cooking?!” Phainon leaned against the counter, her eyes twinkling.
“Of course, I refuse to eat another salad this week…”
“Hey! My salads are amazing!” Phainon pouted, her expression comparable to that of Snowy when she doesn’t get a treat. Mydei shot her lover a look sharp enough to slice stone, but instead of responding, she began rummaging through ingredients with practiced ease. Phainon hovered around Mydei, not too close to be in the way, but close enough that she could see the focused gaze of her wife. The deliverer had (quite shamelessly) stared at the long scarred and slender fingers kneading soft plush dough. Phainon had bit her lip and squished her thick thighs together, a familiar coil forming tight in her stomach. 

The tension in the kitchen was unbearable—thick, heated, the air practically buzzing. Phainon leaned closer, her elbow propped on the counter as she openly admired the way Mydei’s hands worked along with the curve of her waist as she leaned forward to reach a pan. Mydei noticed of course, her shoulders stiffening. “You’re staring again,” she muttered, voice low. “Correction,” Phainon purred. “I’m appreciating.” Snowy huffed loudly from the floor as if to break up the tension, but neither of them looked away from one another. Mydei set the knife down slowly, deliberately right before turning her head just enough for her lips to almost brush Phainon’s ear.

“If you don’t stop…” she murmured, her breath hot against Phainon’s skin. Her wife grinned, completely unbothered. “Then what? Dinner goes cold?”
“Then I’ll have you for dinner. I’ll have you spread right there on that damn table.” 

Snowy barked once, startling both of them. The dog trotted over and shoved her nose between them, blissfully unaware she had just saved dinner from being forgotten altogether.

“Your dog’s a menace.” Mydei muttered, pulling away just enough to grab the pan.
“Our dog.” Phainon corrected, voice teasing. “…and she just saved your apron from being ripped off.”
“That apron was never in danger.” Mydei’s grin was sharp and dangerous. “You, however…”
Phainon blurted out a laugh, nervous but warm. She backed off, raising her hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. Cook before I faint from how wet I am— Food, I mean. Totally food.”

Rolling her eyes, Mydei got to work. The smells of sizzling olive oil, garlic, and lemon began to fill the air, soon layered with the earthy scent of oregano. Mydei had been precise with her measurements and techniques. Before long, the counter was covered with bowls of creamy tzatziki, golden roasted potatoes dusted with herbs, and finally, the centerpiece: tender lamb souvlaki, skewered and seared to perfection.

Phainon almost shed tears at the gorgeous dish in front of her. (And because of the gorgeous woman in front of her too) 

They sat at the table, Snowy plopping down beside them, snout angled upward hopefully. The food was delicious—Phainon had almost choked on it from how fast she ate it, throwing compliments to the very beautiful chef sitting across from her. Mydei basked in her praise, but as they ate, Phainon’s expression turned sly, her gaze narrowing on her wife like a predator circling prey.

“So…” she began, lazily twirling a skewer between her fingers. “Speaking of… appetites…”
Mydei raised an eyebrow. “Here we go…”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”

“You’ve got that look. The one that says you’re about to either embarrass me or ruin me.”

“Why not both?” Phainon purred, leaning across the table just enough for her voice to drop. “I’ve been thinking… about trying something different.”

Mydei set her fork down, eyes focused with interest. “Different how?”

“You’re open to… exotic things…right?”

“That’s true.” Mydei’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Care to elaborate, wife?”

Phainon’s cheeks heated, but she refused to back down. She drummed her fingers against the table, considering how to phrase it. Finally, she leaned back in her chair, a grin plastered across her face. “I want you. At your throne. Three days from now.”

The words hung heavy in the air. Mydei blinked once—twice, before a dark chuckle slipped past her lips. “At my throne? Bold.”

“You like bold.”

“Oh, I love bold.” Her voice dropped lower, almost growling. “But— three days?”
“Yes.” Phainon stabbed a potato with her fork. “Until then, no touching. None. Not a finger, not a brush of a hand, nothing.”

Mydei’s jaw tensed. “That’s cruel.”

“It’s called anticipating.”

“It’s called torture.”

Phainon grinned, smug as ever. “…and you’re going to love every second of it.” Mydei leaned forward slowly, eyes locked on Phainon, every inch of her body radiating challenge. “You think you can hold out for three days?” Phainon popped the potato in her mouth and winked. 

“Try me.”

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The next morning was hell.

Phainon had left early—something about “staying with Hyacine for a bit.” She was annoyingly vague about it, kissing the air in Mydei’s direction (but not her lips, because rules were rules) before slipping out the door with her cloak swishing behind her. That left Mydei standing in their sunlit home, staring at the empty space her wife had just occupied. “This is stupid.” she muttered to no one in particular, stalking into the kitchen. “Three days? Who even does that?” She opened the cupboards, then slammed them shut. “Sadists, that’s who.” Snowy whined at her feet, sensing her owner’s growing despair. Mydei crouched down to scratch behind her ears. “At least you don’t leave me. You’d never torture me like this, would you?”

Snowy simply licked her face, covering her in slobber. Mydei sighed like a soldier preparing for war.

By mid morning, Mydei was pacing like a caged animal. Sitting around wasn’t helping. The walls of the house felt too close, every surface too empty without Phainon’s presence. So she did the only thing she knew to do when her head grew too heavy: she trained. The air was hot and damp with  salt, but she welcomed it. Swing after swing, strike after strike, she let her muscles burn with precision. She easily went through six punching dummies before checking in with herself…

But it didn’t work.

Every thrust of her hand reminded her of how easily Phainon’s body bent to her will. Every punch turned into the memory of Phainon pinning her wrists above her head. Every single bead of sweat dripping down her neck made her think of her wife’s lips kissing her, teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver. By the time she had cut through her training dummy like butter, she was panting but not from exhaustion, but from want.

“Damn it, Phainon…” she muttered, wiping her brow with the back of her hand.

When the sun began to dip, Mydei trudged back inside, irritated and annoyed. The training had done nothing but make her more aware of how empty the house felt. She showered, ate, and eventually collapsed onto their bed. Her gaze slid, inevitably, to the nightstand. After a long pause, she opened the drawer.

There it was.

Her companion. Her rival. Her ally in battle and pleasure…The strap.

She lifted it out with both hands like it was a sacred relic, black leather straps dangling as she sat on the bed. The silicone cock was crimson, gold accents were glittered along the leather straps that would hook around her hips.  For a long moment she just stared at it.

“…She’ll be back soon…” Mydei whispered, as if reassuring both herself and the toy. “She has to. She wouldn’t abandon us.” Her thumb brushed over the smooth ridge of it. “But… three days?” She groaned, tilting her head back against the wall. “She really expects me to wait three whole days?”

The silence in the room was deafening. Snowy padded into the doorway, head tilted in confusion at her owner sitting in the dark, talking to…silicone.. “She’s cruel.” Mydei continued dramatically, ignoring Snowy’s judgment. “Absolutely merciless. What about you, huh?” She held the strap, shaking it gently. “What about the fact that  you and I can’t fill her up for three days? Evil woman… leaving me and you with no cunt to fill..”

Mydei’s voice cracked between frustration and yearning. Her jaw clenched, and she hugged the strap to her chest like a knight with her sword. “…when she comes back, I’ll fuck her so hard she regrets ever leaving me like this.” Venom had seethed through Mydei’s teeth as she declared. 

Snowy padded off a while ago, clearly done with her master’s descent into madness. Alone again, Mydei stared down at the strap, her voice softening.

“…Three days..” she whispered, almost like repeating it to herself would make time go faster. Just three days… then I can finally be inside her again.” She collapsed back onto the bed with a groan, staring at the ceiling like a monarch sentenced to death.

“Damn you, Phainon. You’re going to kill me before I even make it to our throne.”

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The next day was worse.

If yesterday had been hell, today was a special kind of purgatory where every single person existed solely to annoy her.

Mydei dragged herself through her duties, a dark cloud of hunger and irritation hanging over her. Her soldiers shivered in fear as she strode through the training grounds. She snapped at one for stepping out of formation and another for breathing too loudly. By noon, she was already muttering under her breath, “…three days… I’ve killed men for less.” When Anaxa approached, Mydei was sharpening a blade with unnecessary force. The sound scraped and echoed through the training grounds. You seem…tense.” Anaxa said flatly.

“Tense?” Mydei’s eye twitched. “My wife abandoned me. For THREE days. Do you understand the gravity of this?” Anaxa blinked once. “…She went to Hyacine’s.” “Yes, but without me—“ Mydei threw the blade, puncturing the ground beneath her. “I can’t touch her, I can’t kiss her—do you know what that does to a woman?!”

Anaxa stared at her with unspoken disgust and disbelief. “…Eat some bread.”

“Bread won’t bring her back.!” Mydei damn near popped a blood vessel. “Do you think carbs will comfort me when my strap-on is starving?”

Silence. 

“…I regret asking.” Anaxa muttered, turning away. Anaxa was gone, and Mydei was left to marinate in her own misery, glaring at the empty air. By the afternoon, she found herself wandering Kephale Plaza, shoulders hunched and scowl fixed. The marketplace was lively, normally she’d be indifferent to it…but now… everything reminded her of Phainon.

A vendor selling grilled fish caught her eye.
“Phainon loves these…” she muttered, staring at them like they were Phainon themselves. “She always plows through these ones… greedy woman…” Mydei bought two packs. Then at the fabric stall, she paused at a strip of deep wine silk. “She’d look stunning in this…” she thought, fingers brushing over the material. The idea of her wife being adorned in her colors further excited her. “Or better yet.. ripped out of it.” She bought five rolls. Passing the jeweler, she froze at a delicate anklet chain, gold with sapphire crystals emblazoned onto it. She imagined Phainon wearing nothing but that and—
She groaned loudly, startling the vendor. “Forget it— Give me two, please.” 

By the time she trudged home, her arms were loaded with far too many purchases: fish, silk, jewelry, and even scented oils because “Phainon would smell so good with this…” Pomegranate has been a weak spot for Mydei, especially if she could drown her wife in it. “…I’ve become pathetic from yearning.”  Mydei muttered, rubbing her temples.

When she entered their bedroom, she froze.

There, sitting squarely in the middle of their shared bed, was a massive box. The lid was tied with an azure ribbon, Phainon’s style through and through. 

Mydei’s pulse spiked.

She approached cautiously, as if it might explode. Her stoic face gave nothing away, but her hands hesitated at the ribbon. “…What did you do, wife?” she whispered, speaking to no one but herself. Mydei licked her lips, heart pounding as she tugged the ribbon loose. The lid creaked open, shadows pooling inside.

A nipple chain…?

Mydei stared, mortified into the gift box, its red velvet interior matching dangerously similar to that of their bedroom. It was a simple gold chain with blue sapphires embedded into sections of it, resembling Mydei’s usual jewelry she adorned herself with. Further investigation led her to an onyx… lingerie set? Mydei hesitantly brought her bare hand down to the cloth and held it up in front of herself. The bralette covered… well nothing. Hearts were cut out where her nipples would be, most likely making easier access for Phainon to tug at the chain on Mydei’s chest. 

Glancing back down to the box, Mydei found a ruby leather leash and an ivory vibrator connected to a garter belt with its remote nowhere to be found. Mydei’s mouth went dry, she bit her lip so hard it almost bled. A small note had been settled onto the bottom of the box. Reaching in, Mydei grabbed it, placing down the taunting leash on top of their bed. Taking a deep breath, Mydei braced herself for what was on this damned letter. 

Mydei’s hand trembled as she unfolded the note. The parchment was scented— the unmistakable scent of pomegranate filled Mydei’s senses, and the handwriting was unmistakably Phainon’s. 

She read:

“My stunning wife,

By now you’ve opened your gift. Try not to growl at it too much—I know that scowl of yours, you’ll burn through the paper with that dangerous gaze. 

Listen well, for here are your instructions: tomorrow night, you will come to me at your throne. You will wear everything I’ve sent you. The lingerie, the chain, and yes—the vibrator too. You’ll keep it against you until you reach me, no excuses. Consider it… sharpening your discipline.

The leash? You may use it on me—if you’ve earned it. And the strap? Don’t even think about strapping it on until I say so. If you disobey, you lose both privileges.

I want you trembling when you walk in, your chest dressed in gold, your body wrapped in black, your composure on its very last thread. I want to see you hold your head high like the ruler you are, even as you break from wanting me.

And if you come to me without following my instructions exactly—if you falter even once—then you don’t get to have me at all. I’ll send you home untouched.

So, my love—one more night?

 Can you bear it?

—Yours (always),
Phainon.” 

A pink lipstick mark was stamped at the end of the letter.  It slipped from Mydei’s hand and fluttered onto the bed. For a moment, she just stood there, staring at the ceiling, leash dangling from her fist.Her jaw clenched.“…That woman…” she whispered hoarsely, voice breaking between outrage and hunger. “She expects me to—” Her gaze darted back to the lingerie, the vibrator, and the chain. Her composure cracked. She growled, shoving a hand into her hair. “I’ll destroy her. I’ll ruin her. I’ll rail her so hard she can’t walk— I’ll have her begging on her knees, sobbing over her poor puss—“ 

Snowy barked once from the doorway. Snapping Mydei out of her heated lust.  “I don’t need commentary!” Mydei retorted, throwing the leash onto the mattress. “You wouldn’t understand. You’ve never had a wife who weaponizes literal pomegranate.”

Snowy simply walked off, tail wagging as she plopped over on her doggy bed, bone in hand— or mouth. Most likely sick of seeing one of her owner’s descend into madness over the other. Alone again, Mydei sank onto the bed, her eyes falling once more to the box. She picked up the bralette, fingers tracing the heart cutouts. “How the hell am I supposed to last another night knowing this exists? Knowing she wants me in it?” Her thighs pressed together instinctively, a heat coiling within her stomach. 

“Damn you, Phainon. You’re killing me.”

She collapsed backward, pressing the fabric to her chest. “One night. Just one night. And then I’m going to rail her into the throne until she passes out.” 

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Phainon hummed to herself as she strolled through Kephale’s markets, entirely unbothered by the storm she’d unleashed at home. Where Mydei brooded like a dark cloud, Phainon was radiant and giddy with her own schemes. She ran her fingers over banners of velvet and silk, pulling aside the richest colors she could find, onyx, sapphire and crimson. She bought them all. She was already envisioning the drapes spilling from the high stone arches of Mydei’s throne room, veiling the space in shadows and glamour.

She bought satin pillows. Large ones, small ones, some embroidered with gold—and oils in heavy scents of rose, amber, and, of course, pomegranate. At a lantern stall, she paused, staring at the multicolored stained glass that would illuminate her beloved in warm gold and ruby. She bought six glass lanterns and smiled at the thought of Mydei sitting there— trapped in chains, her gorgeous breasts covered in bite marks, her nipples red and puffy from Phainon’s torture. Phainon felt herself get wet at the thought of teasing Mydei into complete submission, forcing the stoic princess into a filthy mess of slick and cum. 

“Perfect.” Phainon murmured, getting dangerously excited. Finally, she slipped an anklet onto her own ankle—intense gold, with tiny sapphires that glistened within the sunlight. She imagined vividly the way Mydei’s jaw would clench when she saw it. By the time Phainon returned to Hyacine’s, her arms were loaded with silks, lanterns, pillows, and oils. She set them up on a chest, eagerly waiting for tomorrow to arrive. Phainon was more than prepared to shred every single bit of her wife’s pride, she could barely keep her excitement bottled aside. “One night…” she whispered, tracing the sapphires on her anklet with a fingertip. “Just one night, my love.” 

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The last night was worse than the two before combined.

Mydei sat on the edge of their shared bed, her body wound tight, eyes locked on the corner of the room where the lingerie hung like a taunt. The bralette’s onyx looked warm within the candlelight, the delicate gold of the nipple chain glimmered beside it. The garter belt and the ivory vibrator (her awaiting demise) rested neatly folded on the table, waiting.

Waiting for her.

She refused to touch them. She refused to give her wife the satisfaction of breaking early. But titans, it was unbearable.

Every time her gaze slid to the smooth curve of the vibrator, her thighs pressed closer together. Every time the light caught on the sapphires of the chain, she imagined how it would feel tugging tight across her chest, how Phainon’s slender hands would tug at it until she gasped. She sat there for hours, muscles twitching, her breath uneven. Snowy eventually climbed onto the bed, plopping her weight down at Mydei’s side. Mydei stroked her fur absentmindedly, though her eyes never left the lingerie.

“You don’t get it…” she muttered hoarsely, her voice cracking under the weight of restraint. “She left me like this on purpose. She knows I can’t stop thinking about her. She knows my patience won’t hold.” Snowy ruffed, flopping dramatically against the pillows. Mydei dragged a hand over her face, pinching the bridge of her hooked nose. “One more night…” But sleep didn’t come easily. It never did when it came to Phainon. 

Castrum Kremnos was silent.

Mydei had dismissed every soldier, every attendant, every guard. Even the torches in the great hall had been dimmed to faint, hush light. Not a soul remained within earshot of her throne room—except for the woman who had orchestrated it all. Phainon. 

The heavy doors shut behind her with a resonant thud, echoing through the cavernous chambers darkened from the lack of high light. Mydei’s boots clicked and clacked against the polished stone floor as she strode forward, her massive coat covering how very bare she was under it. Beneath the cloak, the lingerie was flush against her skin, the chain shifted against her chest with every step— eliciting soft groans every step she took,  and the vibrator was nestled inside her, presence almost unknown. Mydei’s confident strides had shortened and stuttered, her composure already failing to hold up. With only a few more steps, she had made it to her— their throne. 

There she was.

Phainon.

Reclined lazily across the vast throne as if it were her own bed. The seat had been transformed—draped in silks of crimson, gold, and black, pillows stacked decadently beneath her body. A haze of pomegranate and amber clung to the air, wrapping around Mydei’s senses.

Phainon’s legs dangled over the side of the throne, her muscular and pale thighs gleamed in the low light. A dainty anklet was set around her ankle, shimmering sapphires complimenting her eyes. Her short ivory hair cascaded down a black pillow, and her body was clothed in a white lingerie set that embraced and snuggled every curve and inch of her. Diamond shapes had adorned her chest, her smaller breasts had been revealed, pretty pink nubs covered by pasties. Her hips had been accentuated by the angular diamond cutout around it, the plump flesh stood out. Along her thigh, an onyx garter was strapped to her, a vibrator connected to it— snuggled into Phainon’s folds covered by silk panties. 

Mydei froze mid stride, her throat tightening and her pulse quickening. The leash weighed heavily in her coat pocket. The chain at her chest pulsed with her heartbeat.

Phainon tilted her head, running a finger along the edge of a crimson silk draped over the throne. Her voice slid across the chamber, slow and dripping with lustrous intensity.

“Well.. look who finally came to me.”

Phainon had bit her lip, two remotes had been in her palm— one white, one black. She took the black one and went up a notch, her back arched off silky pillows and she squished her thighs together. 

“Hah… kept me waiting long enough..!” 

Mydei swallowed, her composure cracking. She wanted to rip the coat off, wanted to take her wife on that throne until it collapsed beneath them—but she couldn’t. She had her orders.

And titans, she wanted to follow them.

Every step she took closer was an agony of restraint, the silence between them electric and unbearable. By the time she stood at the base of the throne, she could see every glint of light against Phainon’s skin, every slow rise and fall of her chest, every curl of her painfully smug smile. 

Her wife tilted her head, eyes heavy with lust. 

“Take off the coat.”

The order snapped through Mydei like a whip, and she inhaled sharply, every muscle screaming with tension.

She slid her coat off her broad shoulders, revealing exactly what Phainon wanted. Muscles were covered in lace, thick thighs held stockings taut against her, breasts decorated with gold she stood tall. Mydei couldn’t say anything, she didn’t have anything to say. She heard a soft chuckle from her wife. 

“Come on. Can’t be shy now. Unless— you don’t want this—“ 

“You know I do.” 

Eyes wide, Phainon’s face held a wicked grin. 

“Come here, my love.” 

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Chapter Text

Who would’ve thought? The daughter of Gorgo had been ordered in her own throne room. Something about that detail had added to Mydei’s arousal, the heat of the room had increased as her eyes set on her wife. Phainon had leaned over, purposefully wiggling her hips in the air and from Mydei’s position she could’ve sworn to Nikador she saw a string of slick drip through Phainon’s see-through panties. 

Titans, she wanted to get on her knees and drink from that fountain of ambrosia, she wanted to worship her wife right there and then on that throne. Mydei felt herself squeeze her thighs together as she thought of pleasing Phainon on the throne she yearned to share with her wife. The crown princess would have Phainon etched into the blazing sun if it was possible, she’d want such beauty following her throughout her days for the rest of her immortal existence.

Titans… Phainon really did have Mydei wrapped around her finger…

Yet Mydei didn’t mind one bit. 

Mydei’s feet practically moved on their own, her heart felt heavy in her chest and her cunt throbbed with anticipation. She wanted it all. She wanted every inch of Phainon to consume her, to envelop her, to seize her, to take her. She wanted everything. 

Was it greedy? Yes. Mydei couldn’t help herself. This want, this need— It was obsessive really— embarrassingly so. 

Mydei didn’t even realize she was standing in front of Phainon, she was so lost in thought she had forgotten the world around her. But Phainon quickly brought her back. Her wife’s cyan eyes had been glazed over with lust, her pink lips puffy from biting them. Phainon’s intricate lace lingerie pattern had curved around her deliciously, pale skin was complimented by the cool tone of the white. The only exception— the black vibrator set in between her legs, Mydei loathed it. It should’ve been her snuggled tight in her wife’s syrupy cunt— but getting jealous of a vibrator seemed juvenile. 

“Look at you…” Phainon whispered, her voice carrying heavy heat in it. Her index finger dragged along the chain connecting from Mydei’s breasts, taking her time to appreciate how lovely it looked amongst her wife’s bronze skin. Curiously, Phainon tugged ever so gently on the chain, eliciting a hiss from her lover. 

“Mm? Feel good, my love?” 

“Hah… you’re a vixen. Truly.” Mydei heaved out, the heat boiling inside her breaching its very end. Mydei was so pent up she felt as if she could cum just from looking at Phainon. A sly smile adorned Phainon’s face as she tugged harsher on the chain. The harsh tug of the chain coursed through Mydei’s chest like a strike of lightning, pleasure and humiliation twisted through, the mix making her shiver. She hissed again, jaw clenched as her skin prickled under the cool brush of Phainon’s finger.

Phainon’s smile only sharpened, all too aware of the way her wife’s composure cracked. She tilted her head, cyan eyes gleaming, and let her gaze wander lazily down Mydei’s body as though she were admiring a treasure newly delivered to her throne.

“Titans…” she breathed, her tone somewhere between reverence and mockery. “The Princess herself, trembling in front of me.” Her finger tugged once more at the chain, harder this time, until Mydei’s breath hitched in pain and pleasure. “Do you know how divine you look like this? The woman who lovingly threatened to “conquer” me is completely at my mercy.” 

Phainon leaned back, elbows sunk into the pillows as her pale hair tumbled down around her face. Slowly and deliberately, she spread her legs wider across the throne, the white lingerie strained around the cutouts of diamonds glittering against her flushed skin. The vibrator slotted inside Phainon had hummed, slick pooled in between her thighs as she spread them. 

How long had Phainon been waiting? She was so wet— it must’ve been a while. Mydei groaned at the sight, tightening her own thighs together. “Hm? Need some relief? I’ll give it to you— only if you ask.” Phainon teased, wiggling the remote to Mydei’s vibrator with two fingers. 

Mydei stood silent— her pride wouldn’t allow her to beg on her knees. She needed to see how far she could push her limits. “I don’t ask. I demand.” Mydei spat venomously, her tone combative. Phainon’s eyes widened as she smiled from the retort. “Well if we’re demanding..” Phainon murmured, her words dripping like honey. Her hand released the chain, patting her plush thigh. “…come sit on my lap, wife.”

Mydei’s heart stopped.

Her throne. Her seat of power. Her claim to godhood. Yet—Phainon offered it as if it were hers all along. The insult should have made Mydei’s blood boil. Instead, heat flooded between her legs. 

Phainon saw the hesitation and the tremble at the corner of her wife’s lips, her smile widened. She leaned back once more, one hand trailing lazily down her own stomach until her fingers toyed at the waistband of her panties. Phainon snapped the waistband against her wide hips, muscular thighs jiggled in response. 

She looked at the remotes in her hand and smiled— usually Mydei loved seeing her wife full of joy— but this? No… Phainon wasn’t smiling out of purity. She had a truly terrible idea, but she’d need her wife to obey and come to her call. 

“Come now,” Phainon coaxed, her voice velvet as her legs were still spread across the throne. “Don’t make me wait, Mydei. You’ve kept me waiting long enough. I wanna feel you.”

The air grew thick—swollen with the heavy scent of lust, frustration, and of days of tension rushing into this singular moment.

Phainon tilted her head, her lashes low, and whispered, “Obey me, my love. For once, let me be the throne beneath you.”

The words struck through Mydei’s heart like a claymore. 

Her legs moved before her mind caught up, every ounce of restraint burning away as her body leaned forward toward her wife, toward the throne, toward the center of the universe itself—Phainon.

Mydei’s knees nearly buckled as she finally obeyed the command. Her large frame loomed over the throne, her own sculpted legs brushed against Phainon’s spread thighs. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to breathe, but each inhale only dragged in more of her wife’s scent. Warm, comforting and maddening all at the same time. 

Phainon leaned back against the pile of crimson and onyx pillows, her cyan eyes shimmered with victory. She didn’t move, didn’t rush—she simply waited, letting the silence strangle Mydei.

Mydei’s hands trembled at her sides, then curled into fists. “You tempt me, woman. Far past reason.” she ground out, her voice husky, every syllable pulled from the pit of her hunger.

Phainon tilted her chin, licking puffy lips. “Good. Reason never belonged here. It never has with us.” With Phainon’s free hand she hooked a finger onto Mydei’s nipple chain, tugging toyingly to elicit more whimpers from her wife. 

Mydei’s body lowered, her knees pressed against the throne cushion as she settled over Phainon, the weight of her powerful body caged her wife against the throne. 

Mydei’s breath was ragged, fanning hot across Phainon’s cheek, but her lips didn’t dare touch. Her brows furrowed, the muscles in her arms taut as she held herself steady.

Phainon’s lust only deepened, her gaze flicking down to the trembling lines of Mydei’s body as if she was savoring every second of her torment. Her hand rose slowly and deliberately she let her thumb ghost across Mydei’s bottom lip. “My mighty princess…” she whispered, the teasing lilt in her voice wrapped around her words like the silk banners around them. “Look at you. Shaking, just from sitting on my lap. Do you feel how pathetic you’ve become?”

Mydei growled low in her throat, though it came out closer to a whine. “Case in point.” Phainon chuckled, closing the distance between herself and her princess. 

Mouths had clashed, days of intense want and need were finally settled. Each dance of their tongues lit the embers of fire around them, desperation wrung heavy throughout the room. 

Phainon pulled away, her hand gently grabbing Mydei’s chin as a string of saliva connected the two of them. “You know.. I feel as if I should confess something.” Phainon licked Mydei’s lips, the taste of pomegranate hit her tastebuds. “I touched myself to the thought of you here.” Phainon confessed, her eyes heavy with need as she pointed to the throne they sat on. 

“I was restless…After three days, the sheer scent of you and your favorite fruit was simply too much to resist. I don’t have quite the amount of restraint you do, you’re so strong, so mighty— let me lead tonight. Let me have you to myself.” Phainon sighed softly into Mydei’s ear. “Leave your duties for tonight. Let me take the heavy responsibilities of ruling— of ruling you on this throne.” Her hand had trailed to Mydei’s covered cunt, two fingers spread her wife’s labia through thin silk cloth. 

Mydei shuddered, her strong arms latched onto Phainon’s hips, her fingers digging harshly into her wife’s skin. “Can I?” Phainon murmured into Mydei’s skin before sucking on her collarbone. “Hngh— go— hah… on.” Mydei brokenly answered, flushed by the stimulation. Her wife giggled as she took the chain connecting Mydei’s breasts in between her teeth, holding it as if a dog had found a bone. 

Phainon shimmied Mydei’s panties over her strong hips. Narrow, but muscular. Mydei always had the bigger breasts and Phainon always had the wider hips. She remembered one conversation she had with Phainon about children— how she’d ask Anaxa if there was a way that she could give birth but Mydei could breastfeed. Truly it was an idiotic idea, but it was Phainon’s idea. Of course her wife came home with her hypothetical tail in between her legs, sad that instead of magical hormones, she got a lecture. 

Mydei groaned as Phainon’s slender fingers found their way into the slit of her core, teasing their way around the vibrator. She had kept her hands at Phainon’s hips, but feeling bold she drew them to her wife’s thinly covered cunt, palming it gently. A loud groan had escaped Phainon’s pink lips, her eyes fluttering close. Tugging the chain in between her teeth one last time, Phainon had dropped it and kissed her wife once again. 

The two fingers teasing Mydei’s pussy retracted, leaving her wife frictionless. Whining, Mydei had started to buck her hips back and forth, grinding her slick cunt on her wife’s muscular thighs. Phainon grinned. “Look at you… so desperate aren’t we?” 

Mydei’s back arched as she ground her clit onto Phainon, lewd moans fell from her cherry red lips. “No answer? Rude… I suppose you can make it up to me, yes?” Phainon’s voice had cut through Mydei’s selfish pleasure, her cunt throbbing as she stopped grinding down onto her wife. 

Nipples raw, aching cunt and bitten lips, Mydei had heaved over Phainon, her hand still lazily applying pressure to Phainon’s core. “Knees. Now.” Phainon demanded, lust carrying every word. Mydei wanted to fight back, she wasn’t the type to let down so easily— but the slick dripping from her desperate pussy said otherwise.

Shamefully, Mydei collapsed onto her knees, her hands gripping Phainon’s thighs like they were weapons. “You know what to do… right?” Phainon teased, wrapping her strong legs over Mydei’s broad shoulders. A shiver ran through Phainon’s heated body as Mydei’s shaky breath hovered over Phainon’s slicked cunt. Red tipped fingers hooked into the lacy waistband of Phainon’s panties, pulling them down to reveal a pink cunt drenched in arousal. “Ah, ah.” Phainon corrected. “Use your mouth.” Mydei gnawed at her lips before latching down onto Phainon’s waistband, sharp fangs scraping the sensitive skin of her hips— making Phainon shudder.  Pulling down Phainon’s panties with her teeth obediently, Mydei had licked her lips at the sight of the only thing that could quench her heat of thirst. 

Mydei had leaned in, spreading Phainon’s labia with her tongue. Gushes of slick had enveloped her mouth, every drop comparable to the elixir of life itself— Mydei had gone down on her wife countless times, yet this was different. The heat of the room clung to her, her neglected cunt ached and her nipples were sore from Phainon’s teasing. She shut her eyes and found her wife’s clit just as she’s done before, it was almost as if she’d memorized every sweet spot of Phainon’s body— no. It was exactly  that. 

Phainon had whipped her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “F-fuck… three days of waiting— ah! Pays off..! Ough…! ♡” Phainon bucked her hips forward, shoving Mydei’s face into her cunt. In response, Mydei groaned, the sensation sending shivers through Phainon. Strong thighs tightened around Mydei’s face as Phainon roughly grabbed a fistful of her wife’s hair, yanking it closer. 

Mydei’s nose had nuzzled under Phainon’s clit, the hook of it sending star shattering courses of pleasure that left Phainon drooling. Struggling to breathe, Mydei’s eyes furrowed together as her grip tightened on her wife’s thighs, bruises forming under her hand. Slick had dripped down her chin, her mouth was becoming sore from trying to keep up with Phainon’s aggressive pace. Phainon had slotted both of her hands into Mydei’s nappy hair as she thrusted her hips with reckless abandon. ”Fuck…! Oh fuck…! I missed this… I missed you— ahngh! So much…fuck! Mydei!” Curling in on herself, Phainon shuddered, her orgasm dangerously close— unfortunately— too close. 

Phainon had forced Mydei’s head away from her, strings of slick connecting from her sloppy cunt to Mydei’s mouth. Mydei had licked the excess slick off of her cheeks and sucked on her fingers, desperately looking for more of Phainon to devour. “Shit… Mydei… you’re gonna kill me.” Mydei smiled. “Isn’t it the other way around?” 

“Don’t be cheeky.” 

“I think I’m allowed to be what I want after you almost suffocated with your pussy— not complaining though. It’d be a great way to die, way better than Dawnmaker—“ 

“Don’t… don’t ruin my boner, Mydei.” 

“Mm, sorry, wife.” 

“Tch.” Phainon clicked a button on Mydei’s controller, the vibrator snuggled inside her reacted almost immediately. “AH—?!♡” Mydei had squeezed her thighs together in attempts to ease the sudden rush of pleasure. Unfortunately— it worsened it. Eyes rolling to the back of her head, Mydei gripped Phainon’s thighs once again. 

“Now, we can fix that… pathetic apology, yes?” Phainon keened, leaning forward completely once again, dragging her fingers to Mydei’s chin, tilting her wife’s head up. “Remember what I said? You can use the leash and the strap if you behave. You’ve been doing so well, don’t ruin it now.” Mydei looked up towards Phainon, tears forming at the corners of her molten gold eyes. The sudden humming from the vibrator sent Mydei into a frenzy, her voice rasped. “S-sorry— hngh…” Whimpers fell from her lips as Phainon dominated her mouth once again. 

Pulling away, Phainon chuckled. “Better. Now come up here.” Phainon shimmied over to one side of the throne, leaving just enough room for her wife. Mydei rose from her knees and slugged over onto the space emptied for her, their thighs met as they sat. Phainon captured Mydei’s lips in a kiss once again, her tongue licking her wife’s lips that were as sweet as honey. Her fingers tugged gently on the chain connecting Mydei’s breasts, causing delicious whimpers to escape into their kiss. 

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The throne room burned with heat, the air heavy with lust and unshed frustration. Mydei had Phainon pinned beneath her, the crown princess’s body trembling with restraint, the chain between her breasts pulled taut in Phainon’s hand.

For a moment, silence reigned—just the sound of their breathing, and the soft whistle of the air could be heard. Phainon’s lips curved into a wicked grin, her eyes flashing with challenge.

“You want control back, hm?” she whispered, her voice raw. Her free hand slid down, brushing deliberately over at the inner of Mydei’s hip and thigh.

“Then let’s play fair.”

Mydei froze, molten gold eyes narrowing. “…What are you proposing?”

Phainon tilted her chin, tugging the nipple chain just enough to make Mydei hiss. “A challenge, my love. Whoever comes first… loses.” She dragged the word out, savoring it. “If I win, we do this again—on my terms. I’ll keep you chained to my lap, begging, until you fall apart beneath me”

The words felt poisonous yet alluring to Mydei. Her chest heaved, her cunt throbbed with impatience, but she forced herself to smirk. “…And if I win?”

Phainon’s eyes glimmered, her smirk never faltering. “Then you get what you’ve been craving. Full permission to fuck me silly on this throne and ruin me however you like.”

The room felt hotter. The torches crackled as if in approval. Mydei’s pulse pounded in her ears.

Slowly, she bent down, lips brushing against the corner of Phainon’s mouth. Her voice was a low, dangerous growl. “You dare wager yourself against me, wife?”

Phainon nipped her lower lip in return, smirking even as her body arched beneath Mydei’s. “I dare. Do you accept it?”

Mydei chuckled breathlessly, pulling back just enough to meet her wife’s gaze. Her golden eyes scorched with the promise of war.

“…You’re on.”

The throne itself seemed to quake as the weight of their pact settled in. Mydei pressed her body down flush against Phainon’s, rolling her hips just enough to make them both gasp. “You should know by now that I have better endurance, Phainon.” 

Phainon shuddered in response, snapping back the nipple chain against Mydei’s breasts before giving one a squeeze. The generous flesh had molded into her hand as she cupped it. Mydei laid Phainon down onto the cushioned throne, turning her hips to adjust her body to the side. She spread Phainon’s legs, hiking one over her shoulder as she leaned forward, their shared arousal hanging heavy. 

Mydei took a moment to appreciate how her wife gleamed in the torch's soft light. How the stark contrasts of crimsons and blacks made Phainon stand out ten times more than she already did. Gnawing at her raw lips, Mydei pressed her hips into Phainon’s, skin finally met skin as a shudder ran through her. Phainon’s once cocky smile turned into an expression of pure ecstasy as she finally got some relief. 

Phainon’s gasp was sharp, her nails dragging down Mydei’s back as their cunts ground together, slick meeting slick with a delicious squelch that echoed through the throne room. The heat of it was unbearable—every brush of their swollen clits threatened to tip one of them over, but neither dared lose first.

“You think you’ll outlast me?” Phainon hissed, her voice tight, laced with a moan she tried to swallow down. Her leg, still hooked over Mydei’s broad shoulder, trembled as Mydei pressed forward, her hips rolling with slow and punishing precision.

“I know I will.” Mydei’s reply came low and guttural, her golden eyes molten as she bore down on her wife. She drove her hips forward again, this time harder, making Phainon’s back arch beautifully into the pillows of the throne. “You’ve always been too eager. Too reckless. That mouth of yours gets ahead of your body.”

Phainon’s laugh broke into a moan halfway through. She bit down on her lip, hard enough to draw blood just to stop the sound from spilling fully. Her free hand flew to Mydei’s hair, yanking her head down until their foreheads touched, sweat mingling between them. “And you—” she hissed through clenched teeth, “—get drunk on control until it slips right through your fingers.”

The chain snapped taut as she tugged again, Mydei’s hiss vibrating against her lips. Mydei only smiled, grinding down harder and angling her hips so her soaked folds slid perfectly against Phainon’s swollen clit. Phainon’s cry echoed, loudly and unrestrained, exactly what Mydei wanted.

“Careful…” Mydei murmured, her voice dripping with honey. “You sound close already.”

Phainon glared up at her through heavy lids, cyan eyes glazed but defiant. 

“I’ll never break before you.”

“We’ll see.” 

Mydei leaned down and captured her wife’s mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue sweeping through with hunger. At the same time, she rolled her hips in deliberate, circling motions, grinding down until both of them shuddered.

Phainon broke the kiss with a gasp, head thrown back, hair a pale halo against the dark pillows. She gripped the chain with both hands now, pulling harshly until Mydei’s breasts strained beautifully, her bronze skin reddening under the pressure. “You’ll cum first—“ Phainon spat, though her voice cracked, heavy with lust. “You always get greedy when you’re desperate.”

Mydei growled, biting along her wife’s throat until Phainon writhed beneath her. The sun adorning her neck was reddened by Mydei’s assault. Her voice rasped against Phainon’s skin. “Better greedy than cocky, wife. You’ll be the one begging when I don’t let you finish.”

To prove her point, she shifted, sliding her hand between them. Two thick fingers pressed into Phainon’s dripping slit, curling immediately upward into the spot she knew would make her cry. Mydei ground her palm against her wife’s clit as she fucked her fingers in deep, her other hand pinning Phainon’s hip down hard.

Phainon’s back bowed off the throne, her legs trembling violently around Mydei. “Ah—fuck! Hah—ch—cheater!” Her voice cracked, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as her body convulsed against the ruthless pace. She clawed at Mydei’s back, leaving streaks of gold in her wake.

“Say it.” Mydei demanded, her voice trembling from the sheer force of her own restraint. Her own cunt throbbed, begging for friction, for release, but she refused to give in. She bit back her moans and focused on wrecking her wife. “Say you’re about to lose.”

Phainon’s lips quivered, her words caught between pride and surrender. Sweat beaded amongst her temple, her thigh twitching around Mydei’s broad shoulders.

Instead of yielding, she let out a ragged laugh, her hips bucking wildly into Mydei’s fingers. “N-never…hahhh—I’ll drag you down with me before I—♡” Her words dissolved into a broken moan as Mydei’s thumb pressed mercilessly on her clit, rubbing tight circles.

Both of them were trembling now, each movement dragging them closer to the brink. Every thrust of Mydei’s fingers into Phainon’s soaked cunt, every grind of her own dripping slit against her wife’s thigh—it all built toward a dangerous climax.

Phainon’s ragged laugh twisted into a sharp cry as Mydei’s fingers drove deep, curling mercilessly inside her. The sound that tore from her throat was not graceful nor measured—it was raw and guttural, a confession her pride couldn’t silence. Her nails dug into Mydei’s shoulders hard enough to draw golden streaks of blood, but even that pain couldn’t anchor her. 

“No—no, fuck—!” Phainon’s voice cracked, her words dissolving into a sob as slick gushed over Mydei’s hand, her thighs spasming violently. Her back arched against the throne’s velvet cushions as her mouth fell open as pleasure ripped through her like lightning.

Mydei froze for just a heartbeat, her lips curling into a cocky smile as she watched her wife convulse beneath her. Golden eyes gleamed with victory, drinking in every twitch, every gasp, and every shudder that escaped Phainon. Deliberately, she pressed her fingers harder against that sweet spot, drawing another sharp cry from Phainon.

“There it is.” Mydei rasped, her voice ragged. “Undone beneath me— so cocky till I knock you down.”

Phainon shook her head weakly, trying to scowl through the haze of her orgasm, but her body wouldn’t obey. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths, her legs trembled around Mydei’s torso. “D-damn it… you—cheated—” she gasped through raw lips, her accusation falling flat. 

Mydei chuckled, dragging her fingers out slowly, coated in slick. She held them up for Phainon to see before licking them clean, savoring the taste with an exaggerated hum. “No, I won. And you know what that means.”

Phainon’s eyes widened, still dazed, but she understood. Her cyan irises flicked toward the throne’s armrest where the leash and strap sat unused. 

Mydei leaned close, lips grazing Phainon’s ear, her breath scorching hot. “You gave me permission. You’ll wear the leash, you’ll take my strap, and I’ll ruin you so good this very throne will remember the sound of your cries.” Her words vibrated against Phainon’s flushed skin, each one a chain wrapping tighter around her.

Phainon shivered, her body still twitching from aftershocks. For once, her cocky expression faltered into something soft acceptance of her defeat. She swallowed hard, her voice breaking into a whisper. “…Then do it.”

That was all the invitation the crown princess needed.

Mydei leaned over Phainon as she picked up the leash first, the black leather glinting in the torchlight, then the heavy strap, its crimson glittering in the torch light. Turning back, she found Phainon sprawled against the throne cushions, her white lingerie soaked through, her pale thighs glistening, and her breath still uneven. She looked utterly wrecked— the pasties that were on her breasts had begun to fall off due to sweat.  

Mydei had started slipping the strap around her hips with practiced ease, the weight of it sitting heavy against her skin. She dangled the leash in her hand as she approached, each step deliberate and predatory.

Phainon’s lips parted, her chest heaving, her body trembling as Mydei loomed above her again. The princess knelt onto the throne, caging Phainon beneath her strong frame. She held up the collar, brushing it lightly across Phainon’s throat.

“Lift your chin.”

Phainon obeyed, slowly, exposing her neck to her wife.Her sun tattoo glittered as Mydei buckled the collar tight, the leash hanging from it. She gave the leash a sharp tug, forcing Phainon’s gaze upward.

“Good.” Mydei’s voice was a growl, laced with triumph.

Phainon shuddered, lips curling into a weak, blissfully drunk smile. The strap brushed against her slick folds as Mydei adjusted her hips, the thick silicone cock nudging insistently. Mydei pulled the leash again, making Phainon gasp as their eyes locked.

 Her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, but her eyes—those gorgeous eyes—never left her wife’s face.

Mydei adjusted her grip on the leash, giving it a firm tug to tilt Phainon’s head back. The sight nearly undid her: her proud, cunning wife collared in her throne, spread and waiting. Three days of aching restraint tore through her veins like chains.

“Titans above…” Mydei muttered under her breath, positioning the thick tip of the strap against Phainon’s dripping slit. The silicone parted Phainon’s folds, sliding against her clit and dipping into her slicked entrance.

Phainon’s breath hitched, a broken gasp slipping out. “Hhhah…titans, yes—”

Mydei smirked, leaning forward until her lips brushed against Phainon’s ear. She gave another sharp tug of the leash, forcing her wife’s body to arch up against her. “You wanted a challenge, wife? Then have one.”

And with one brutal thrust, Mydei sank the strap deep inside Phainon’s aching cunt. 

Phainon cried out, her back arching violently against the throne’s cushions, legs trembling around Mydei’s waist. Her nails clawed at the pillows, leaving fresh gouges in the soft plush of them as the thick length stretched her full. “F-fuck—ahhh♡—Mydei!”

The crown princess groaned, her hips pressing flush, grinding slow circles that made her strap drag across every nerve inside Phainon. She pulled back just enough to slam forward again, the sound of slick and skin slapping echoing obscenely in the cavernous throne room.

The chain between Mydei’s breasts jingled with each thrust, her chest heaving as sweat rolled down her skin. She released Phainon’s hip only to grip the base of her pale thigh, hauling it higher over her shoulder, bending her open in an unforgiving angle.

Phainon sobbed, her eyes glassy, lips quivering as each thrust knocked the air from her lungs. Her once cocky smirk had vanished, replaced by slack jawed pleasure. She tugged weakly at the leash, moaning as Mydei fucked into her harder and deeper.

“That’s right.”  Mydei huffed, golden eyes set ablaze. She snapped her hips again, sharp and brutal, making Phainon choke on a scream. “Cry for me. Let every soul in Castrum Kremnos know who you belong to.”

The throne itself creaked beneath their frenzy, pillows tossed aside as Phainon writhed. Her hands clawed desperately at Mydei’s back, her cries echoing through the empty chamber.

“Fuck—you—hahhh♡—you’re—nghhh—” Her words broke into moans, her legs trembling violently as her cunt clenched around the strap.

Mydei tugged the leash again, dragging Phainon upright into her lap, forcing her to straddle the strap with her thighs spread wide. Phainon’s head lolled against Mydei’s shoulder, gasping as the angle shoved the strap deeper.

“Ride it.” Mydei commanded, voice ragged but powerful. “Show me how much you missed me.”

Phainon whimpered, her hands gripping Mydei’s shoulders for balance as her hips began to grind down. The slick gush coating the strap made every movement lewd and every thrust noisy. Her cries came unrestrained, every breath a broken prayer to her wife. 

Mydei tightened her hold on the leash, yanking her wife’s head back so she could see her face. “Look at you…titans, Phainon. You’re gorgeous like this.” Phainon’s thighs quivered violently, her eyes rolling back as she bounced harder onto her lover. “M-mydei—I—fuck, I can’t—♡”

“Yes, you can.” Mydei snarled, meeting each downward grind with an upward thrust. “You will. You’ll cum for me, and I’ll fuck you again until you can’t walk off this throne.”

Her words shattered what little resolve Phainon had left. She let out a scream that echoed against the stone walls, her body convulsing violently as her orgasm tore through her. Slick gushed down the strap, soaking Mydei’s thighs, her legs clamping around her wife as she trembled helplessly.

Mydei held her close through it, still thrusting, forcing her through wave after wave until Phainon was a sobbing, shuddering mess in her arms.

At last Phainon slumped bonelessly against her chest, trembling and breathless, Mydei kissed her temple and tugged the leash one final time. “And you thought you’d win.”

The first orgasm left Phainon wrecked, trembling and clinging to Mydei’s chest like she’d drown without her. But Mydei didn’t stop—she couldn’t. Three days of denied release had carved hunger into her bones.

The strap slammed deep inside Phainon again, and again, dragging ragged cries from her wife’s throat. The throne room echoed with wet slaps and Phainon’s desperate moans as Mydei fucked her through another climax, forcing her body to shudder and convulse until her pale thighs glistened with slick. Phainon’s nails carved bloody crescents into Mydei’s broad shoulders, her head thrown back as she screamed her wife’s name to the ceiling.

When Phainon collapsed forward, chest heaving, Mydei eased the leash just long enough to kiss her messily. 

Phainon collapsed against her shakily, her pale skin damp with sweat and her lips quivering with exhaustion. Mydei kissed her messily, devouring her gasps, tongue tangling with hers as she growled into her wife’s mouth.

When she finally pulled back, Mydei smiled, tugging the leash to force Phainon upright. She thrust once more, hard and deep, before pulling out with a wet sound that made Phainon moan pitifully. Slick ran down Mydei’s bronze thighs, soaking the pillows beneath them.

Phainon whimpered, her body twitching with aftershocks, but her eyes flicked up through her lashes—glass still shining with hunger. “Mydei…” she whispered hoarsely, her voice breaking. “Let me… give back.”

Before Mydei could reply, Phainon slid down her body, dragging her lips over bronze skin and licking at the sweat clinging to her chest. Mydei’s eyes widened when she felt Phainon’s hand brush at her hip—then click.

The vibrator strapped tight against her clit roared to life again.

Mydei hissed, head thrown back, a guttural sound breaking free as the sudden waves of pleasure pulsed through her. “Ahh—fuck—Phainon!♡”

Phainon only smiled weakly, lips trembling as she pressed open mouthed kisses down her wife’s stomach. “Shhh… let me take care of you, love” she murmured against her lover’s skin. Her hands gripped Mydei’s thighs, spreading them wide as she sank to her knees between them.

The moment her tongue flicked over Mydei’s swollen clit, already buzzing from the vibrator, Mydei nearly jolted off the throne. “Titans—hahhh—fuck, that’s—too much— ♡” Her voice cracked into a moan, her thighs trembling violently as she tried and failed to hold composure.

Phainon sucked hard, her tongue circling over the toy and swollen flesh beneath, her moans vibrating through Mydei’s cunt. Every sound was desperate, like an apology written in gasps and licks. Her pale breasts brushed against Mydei’s thighs, the ruined lingerie sliding further down her body until her nipples dragged across Mydei’s skin.

Mydei clawed at the pillows, at the leash still tangled in her fist, teeth gritted as her body betrayed her. The vibrator’s merciless hum paired with Phainon’s tongue drove her to the brink with terrifying speed. Her abdomen clenched, her eyes squeezing shut as she fought not to break.

Phainon pulled back for only a moment, lips slick with her wife’s arousal, panting against her trembling thigh. “Cum for me, Mydei… let me make it right.” she begged, before diving back in, sucking harder, her fingers digging into flesh like she’d anchor herself there forever.

Mydei’s roar shook the throne room when the orgasm finally ripped through her. Her back arched violently, eyes flying open, her thighs clamping around Phainon’s head as she came, wave after wave, her voice echoing like thunder.

Phainon held her through it, drinking her down, her body shuddering with every desperate lick until Mydei finally sagged back into the throne, wrecked and gasping.

When she finally managed to glance down, her wife’s face was glazed with sweat and slick, her pasties completely gone, her lips swollen and trembling, but her eyes sparkled with devotion.

“Pervert.”

”Perfect?” 

“No. You’re a pervert.”

“And you love it.”