Yvain awoke to a naked goddess squirming over him and caressing his sides, her cheek glued to his. Something felt different today. He couldn't put his finger on what, but a wide grin threatened to split his face open as he hugged Nora deeper into his chest.
"Are we ever going to have normal sex?" she asked.
"Is what we're doing not normal?" Yvain questioned back.
Nora rose to look at him, her captivating eyes making him gulp. "I guess I can't really judge what's normal or not. My only other partner
was
my late husband," she said.
Yvain should have been relieved at her admittance. He might have before last night. At the moment though he was so out of his mind with contentment and joy that he couldn't care less about Nora's past partner.
"Did you ever call him master?" he asked.
Nora immediately covered his mouth with embarrassment.
"Forget I ever said that," she said.
Her words told one thing, but Yvain could read the acceptance of her actions behind her reddening cheeks. Such a fact had him almost giggling as he said, "No way," and pushed her hand aside easily by the wrist.
"Did you?" he asked again.
"No," Nora said shyly.
Thank the stars,
Yvain thought. He then spun along with Nora and lay on top of her, putting a hand next to each side of her head.
"Call me master," he said.
"M-master," Nora mumbled, looking away from him. It seemed that she didn't notice how taken aback he was at how quickly she called him by such a name with a simple command. He expected at least
some
resistance.
Yvain held her chin and pulled her eyes back on him.
"Say it again," he said.
"Master," she said with more strength and a lovely sigh.
Yvain's dick was already fully hard, but he didn't want to move on to sex immediately.
"Why did you call me master yesterday?" he asked.
Nora wiggled underneath Yvain with indecision. She tested the limits of what she could do beneath him, but it was clearly futile. He had complete control over her body in face of her loss of strength. So, she bit her bottom lip and gave what could only be described as puppy eyes.
"Please don't make me tell you," she said.
"That only makes me want to know even more," Yvain said with a laugh, "out with it."
Seeing that there was no other option, Nora gave a sad huff and closed her eyes. Was it that difficult to talk about? Yvain had no way of knowing, and he was too enticed by the knowledge to care, practically holding his breath as he waited for her answer.
"It's not that interesting or complicated really. I... I just prefer it when my lover takes control in bed," she said.
Yvain waited for more, but the goddess didn't speak further.
"That may be," he said and playfully pinched one of Nora's nipples, making her whimper, "but it doesn't explain why you felt compelled to call me master specifically and keep doing so even now."
Small, theatrical snores came out of Nora's nose as she pretended to be asleep so Yvain entertained himself with torturing her chest.
"Come on, your master is expecting an answer," he said with an impish grin as the goddess twitched and feebly moaned.
Nora peaked at him with one of her golden eyes.
"A truthful and complete answer," he said with mock severity.
The redhead closed her eye and visibly struggled with words stuck at her throat until she finally relented.
"Fine!" Nora said and moaned with another of Yvain's squeezes.
He released her breasts and patiently held her visage. More specifically her kissable lips.
"I'm an empress, I'm a goddess," she began, "everyone is always expecting something out of me and more. I don't fault them for it. I myself feel the need to offer guidance and leadership to the best of my abilities. But it is tiring. More importantly it is emotionally exhausting."
Yvain could sympathize with her struggles. Nelimir had given him similar words; not from experience, but from casual conversation about his princely studies and their content. Words that came true as time passed, and his friend had to face challenges none of the other members had to even think about. That's why Yvain had never been interested in any type of ruling or managerial post. The expectations that came with the position sounded overall like a hassle.
"I couldn't even have repose with my ex-husband who was self-centered at the best of times and narcissistic at worst. Sex was just another job I needed to complete for my subjects," she said sadly.
Nora then lovingly looked at Yvain. "With you though... excuse my wording, but you
fuck
me with seemingly no thought but the act. You don't care for my titles and that in itself is liberating. I can just shut my mind off, allow you to take control, and have your way with me. There are no expectations other than our own pleasure."
The goddess was turning herself on with her words and began to stroke Yvain's dick.
"Last night though," Nora said inside breathless thoughts, "I've never been so weak in my entire time here. No god or goddess is lower than Protos and the strongest are sheltered by outside powers from the very start. But you..." She had to stop and swallow, her eyes telling of a recounting of last night. "You took complete and utter control of me. I didn't know how good it would feel. I wasn't prepared for it. But in that moment, I wanted to offer every single string of my being to you and your glorious dick."
Precum was already leaking out of Yvain's enlarged head and falling on Nora's stomach.
"Failure to do so felt like an afront," Nora said as she scooped up some of the liquid and audibly licked it off her fingers while looking at him.
"When you slapped me, I had to do everything in my power to let you know that you owned me, my master," she said and caressed Yvain's cheeks.
He owned her? Yvain had to pause and try to absorb such a concept. Everything had been making sense up until the end. Nora wasn't one to allow others to demean her. Her late ex-husband did so and paid for his actions. She was also highly regarded by her subjects. She would never let others simply 'own' her. Much less when her own daughter had been sold off as a slave.
Did she then mean that he owned her during sex and sex only? Which were the lines that could and could not be crossed? They were blurred in the undercurrents of the conversation and he was too afraid to ask. He didn't want to risk offending her as her ex-husband had done countless times. There was one simple truth he could hold on to for guidance though. He just needed to keep being himself.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Yvain asked.
Nora's hand, that had been on his cheek, recoiled by reflex and hung still in the air.
"I don't... I mean, what do you..." With widened eyes the goddess made several attempts to speak but failed. Her body remained rigid as she stared at Yvain.
"Is that a no?" Yvain asked with a tightened chest. Nora's broken words had all pointed at a negative reaction, but he had to make sure. It wouldn't be surprising if it really was a no though. This was his first time attempting anything like this, so he wasn't confident it was the correct way to do things. It's just that... considering they had already proclaimed their love for each other he might as well ask.
"Yes," Nora said in a barely audible whisper.
"What was that?" Yvain asked.
"Yes!" the goddess said as she fully burst into tears, completely bewildering Yvain.
"Why in the stars are you crying again!?" he asked.
Nora held her hands to her chest as she bawled herself hoarse. "F-forgive me," she said as her shoulders shook, "I'm just so happy."
Yvain scratched his cheek.
"I guess I don't need to worry then?"
he thought and allowed the full joy of her answer wash over him.
Closing the distance between them, he kissed the lovable woman beneath him. Her hands remained pressed under him as he parted her mouth open and finally tasted her new tongue.
Nora for her part didn't hold back at all and pushed her full appendage against him. Being careful not to go too far in and make him gag, she wrapped her tongue around his and mixed movements that felt like licking and sucking all at once with just the thin member.
It felt so good that it made the kiss almost taste sweet. Yvain violently tried to outmatch her in strength, if not dexterity, to some results and Nora began to pant along with him. She knew what he was going for and attempted to stop the inevitable.
A single stroke of the roof of her mouth is all it took to make her whole body rigid again; her nipples hardening against Yvain's chest and eyes slightly rolling back.
The second stroke never came though.
"I can't wait any longer," Yvain said as he dislodged himself from Nora.
She confusedly looked at him as he got off the bed, pushed her head over the edge of the mattress, and aimed his dick at her mouth, immediately shoving the aching length inside.
"Show me what you can do with that tongue of yours," he said.
Nora hummed happily, her lips beginning to constrict around his girth, when a loud berating banging exploded from the door.
Yvain tried to ignore it even though he already knew who it was. How nice would it be if that knocking went away on its own? He and Nora could fuck each other's brains out all day.
He stood in place, dick inside Nora's mouth, contemplating follies. The banging remained though. Only his lover's taps on his thighs made him resign himself to his fate and pull back.
Nora righted her hanging head and sweetly looked at him while upside down with hands on her stomach.
"We'll have more than enough time to explore each other later," she said with a smile that reminded Yvain of sunflowers.
He took one last look at Nora from the tip of her toes to her horns and, dick hardening even more, went to answer the door.
"I will not be forced to cook break-" Elly began to say but stopped as she looked down and concealed all emotions, taking upon a deadpan expression that would give Roesia a run for her money.
