Pie-Eyed

The vigorous lovemaking had taken its toll on both him and Maya. Dakran languidly raised his head to glance at the beautiful naked woman splayed on top of him. His wife, Dakran grinned, satisfied. Ruffled hair, breasts pressing against his chest, and her plump behind up in the air. By all gods, she was beautifully dainty. Dakran lowered his head back on the pillow and grunted exasperated with his cock. He'd lost count of how many times he and Maya had tossed in the sheets. And each time, it was glorious. Rabbits couldn't even hold a candle to them. He was inebriated with love and adoration for her. And he would never want to sober up. Maya whimpered and languidly raised her head but she couldn't hold it up and flopped back into his chest.

" Good morning, my beautiful wife " Dakran chuckled when she grumbled and rubbed her cheek on his chest.

" How are you feeling?" Dakran asked as he weaved his fingers in her tangled fiery mane.

" Sore," Maya answered hissing at the throbbing pain between her legs.

Dakran sighed " Yes. It was to be expected," Dakran pushed himself on his elbows " You're a little beast, a greedy one." He chuckled and placed his finger under her chin to raise her lips to his.

" I'm empty. There is no trace of seed left in me" He added with a satisfied grin.

Maya giggled " But I have plenty" she added with a puckish grin. And those words alone, made him want to put more into her. Sadly, he didn't think he had any left or the strength to go at it again.

Grunting and straining, he pulled himself up to rest against the headboard and pulled her into his lap. Dakran leaned in and pressed his lips on hers " Maybe I can put some more later" He whispered against her lips and bit on her bottom lip.

Maya tittered " It hurts " She blushed and her gaze went downcast cast following his hand tracing the swell of her breast, into the valley between them.

" There are other places I can put it" Dakran quirked up a brow and took her sore peak into his mouth, sucking and licking. With the other hand palmed her breast, pinching and twisting it. And when she thought that there wasn't anything left in her to be able to take him one more time. The rising heat, and the pleasure surging through her body at the mere thought of another pleasure high quickly took over. And Maya found herself astride from him, her entrance greedily seeking his cock and the pleasures he would give her. The sharp pang of pain that shot through her body when she stuffed herself with him quickly faded, turning into pleasure. Dakran grabbed her hips and she braced herself against his shoulders, opening her eyes. The little beast was hungry, and he was too, but only for her. Maya groaned and took him to the hilt. Gods she was amazing. She moaned and bowed in all her splendor as her hips thrust, swallowing his engorged cock. Dakran lips incessantly roamed everywhere, on her neck, and cheeks, and stopped when he reached her mouth and ravaged it, with hunger.

The frantic moans and pace she was going were driving her mind and body over the edge. The delirious bliss that she was floating on was more than enough to drive anyone mad. Mad with love. Open hearts for each other, she gave herself to him, body and soul. She was his, and he was hers. Maya groaned, wrapping her arms around his neck, and crashing onto him, finding her release. Dakran grabbed her hips and thrust a few more times, slamming his length into her tight entrance, and found his release into her arms.

Huffing, out of breath, Dakran wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly to his chest. Never let you go. He told himself, in a litany. She wasn't like anything he'd imagined. She was more than he deserved. A fiery hungry little beast. And so was he but just for her. He'd never felt more alive than he felt in her arms. The warmth of those beautiful green eyes had thawed his cold heart. Her sweetness breathed to life his numbed-out soul.

Dakran huffed and squeezed her tighter, making Maya hiss and grumble. Breaking the bliss she was riding on. Maya shifted her head, resting her cheek on his shoulder, her lips weakly brushing his neck.

" I love you" She mumbled, snuggling in the crook of his neck.

" And, I, you" Dakran sighed " I wish we could stay in here for the rest of our days." Dakran chuckled, raking his hand through his ruffled ebony hair. Oh, he was more than thoroughly fucked.

Maya meekly giggled. She was out of breath just as much as he was. Draining each other out of everything they had. Consuming, burning desire for each other coursed through their bodies. That was a certainty. The fire within them blazed, scorching the last remaining shred of reason.

" I'm hungry" Maya meekly smiled and tried to raise her head.

Dakran chuckled " Yes. We need food. Sala should be here soon" Dakran sighed and kissed her forehead.

As his tamed cock slipped out of her, so did his seed, trickling down on his legs and sheets. Everything was sticky. They were sticky. The heavy scent that wafted in the air was nothing more than a reminder of all the couplings of their wedding night. Thralls of their desires and lustfulness. Most certainly, memorable.

A soft knock on the door broke his thoughts, making him glance at the door. Dakran sighed thankful for Sala. She always had good timing, when it came to certain things. Despite the promiscuous state, they found themselves in, food and a warm bath came foremost.

Dakran flipped her on the bed and pulled on the covers.

" Come in, " He rasped and cleared his throat, grimacing at the sound of his croaky voice.

Sala pushed the door open, followed by one of the other women. One of her little helpers.

Sala bowed " Milord. Milady " and subsequently frowned, not troubled to hide the shock and disapproval as her eyes roamed around the room at the destruction they'd brought upon it.

Sala cleared her throat " Milord" Sala bowed again " I would like you to step out of the room. We need to tidy up" Sala's irritation was more than clear in her tone. Dakran grinned trying to appease Sala but it was met with a hard stare.

Dakran cleared his throat " First some food and a bath. If I may" Dakran pursed his lips to stifle a chuckle, giddy and not in the least bothered by Sala's chastising tone.

He was proud of how the chamber looked. A sign that had been a good wedding night. More than good, but he would keep those thoughts to himself. Something for less inauspicious times.

" Very well, milord," Sala said as she tidied up the table, placing freshly cooked food on it.

Whilst the other one busied herself emptying the tub and placing clean water in it.

With the trolleys emptied, Sala bowed " I will return later. Corvin would like to have words with you, Milord" Sala said her parting words and took her leave. Still very much flabbergasted by the state of the chamber and most likely by the heavy smell that wafted in the room.