I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 312: Then don’t stop ( R18)

The fabric fell away, leaving her bare beneath the sun, water lapping at her breasts, her hips, her thighs.

She watched Malvoria’s face—watched the way her breath caught, her pupils dilating, the hunger raw and unguarded.

For a moment, they just stared, breath mingling, the river swirling around them. Then Malvoria closed the distance, her mouth finding Elysia’s collarbone, her neck, the hollow behind her ear, leaving a trail of fire that made Elysia arch and shiver.

"You’re incredible," Malvoria whispered, reverent and desperate. "I can never get enough of you."

Elysia’s hands found Malvoria’s hips, pulling her closer, relishing the friction of their bodies—wet skin against wet skin, the heat between them a stark contrast to the cold river.

"Then don’t stop," Elysia breathed, her laughter turning into a moan as Malvoria’s teeth grazed her earlobe.

Malvoria didn’t stop. She kissed and licked and nipped every inch of Elysia’s skin she could reach, her hands mapping the contours of her body with a precision that left Elysia gasping.

They lost track of time, lost in the rhythm of their breath and the pulse of the river. The world shrank to just this: the two of them, tangled together, skin and want and the relentless pull between them.

At some point, Malvoria broke away, her forehead resting against Elysia’s, her eyes searching. Elysia smiled, a little dazed, a lot turned on, and pulled Malvoria back in, their lips meeting in a kiss that tasted of river water and need.

Malvoria’s hands roamed lower, fingers tracing the curve of Elysia’s waist, the swell of her hip. Elysia arched into the touch, her own hands tangling in Malvoria’s hair, keeping her close.

"Gods, Mal," she whispered against Malvoria’s mouth. "Please..."

Malvoria didn’t need to be asked twice. Her fingers slipped lower, parting Elysia with a gentle reverence that made her shiver.

Elysia’s head fell back, exposing her throat, and Malvoria took the invitation, her mouth pressing kisses and small bites along the column of Elysia’s neck as her fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles.

Elysia’s breath came in short gasps, her hips moving of their own volition, chasing the sensations Malvoria drew from her body. The water around them seemed to shimmer, the sunlight catching on the surface like a thousand tiny diamonds.

"Look at me," Malvoria breathed, voice raw.

Elysia forced her eyes open, meeting Malvoria’s gaze. The intensity there took her breath away—the hunger, the adoration, the unspoken promise.

"I love you," Malvoria murmured. "Every piece of you. Forever."

Elysia’s response was lost in a moan, her body tightening around Malvoria’s fingers. She clung to Malvoria as the pleasure built, sharp and sweet, her nails digging into Malvoria’s shoulders.

"Malvoria," she gasped, the world narrowing to just the two of them. "Malvoria, please—"

Malvoria captured her next cry with a kiss, swallowing her sounds as Elysia came apart in her arms. The river seemed to echo with her pleasure, the falls singing in the distance as Elysia shook and arched, her body a taut line of sensation.

When she came back to herself, she found Malvoria watching her, eyes soft and dark, a small, proud smile playing at her lips. Elysia kissed that smile, slow and deep, before pushing lightly at Malvoria’s shoulder.

"Lie back," she murmured. "Let me take care of you."

Malvoria obeyed, floating on her back with her hair fanning out like a dark halo, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Elysia straddled her hips, the water supporting them both, and leaned down to kiss Malvoria slow and thorough.

"Your turn," she whispered, trailing her lips down Malvoria’s jaw, her throat, the valley between her breasts. She could feel Malvoria trembling beneath her, the tension coiling in her muscles.

Elysia took her time, savoring every inch of Malvoria’s skin, every gasp and shudder. She lingered at Malvoria’s breasts, sucking and biting gently at her nipples until Malvoria was writhing beneath her, water splashing around them.

"Elysia," Malvoria gasped, her hands finding Elysia’s shoulders, gripping tight. "Elysia, please—"

Elysia smiled up at her, then slid lower, pressing kisses along Malvoria’s abdomen, her navel, Malvoria’s dick was already hard and throbbing. Elysia ran her tongue along the shaft, delighting in the sharp intake of Malvoria’s breath.

She took her slowly, inch by inch, her mouth hot and tight. Malvoria’s hips jerked, her fingers tangling in Elysia’s hair as she fought to stay still.

"Elysia, I’m—" Malvoria broke off with a choked sound, her body going taut as Elysia took her to the edge and back again, over and over, until Malvoria was trembling, her pleas becoming incoherent.

Only then did Elysia let her come, swallowing every last drop as Malvoria shook apart beneath her. She stayed there until Malvoria’s breathing evened out, pressing soft kisses to her dick and stomach.

When she finally pulled away, Malvoria reached for her, pulling her up for a long, slow kiss.

"Thank you," Malvoria murmured.

Elysia grinned. "Any time, Your Majesty. Any time."

Malvoria smiled, but there was something in her eyes—a spark, a promise. "We’re not done yet."

Elysia raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what did you have in mind?"

Malvoria didn’t answer. Instead, she stood, water streaming off her body, and lifted Elysia effortlessly. Elysia wrapped her legs around Malvoria’s waist, arms around her neck, laughing as Malvoria carried her to a shallow spot near the riverbank.

The sun warmed her skin as Malvoria laid her down, the soft grass a gentle caress against her back. Elysia stretched, watching Malvoria through half-lidded eyes.

"You look like a goddess," Malvoria said, voice low and reverent. She trailed a hand from Elysia’s ankle to her thigh, stopping just short of where Elysia wanted her most.

"Then worship me," Elysia challenged, grinning.

Malvoria obliged.

She started at Elysia’s feet, kissing each toe in turn, then working her way up the arch, the curve of her calf.

Elysia sighed, letting her legs fall open a little wider with each touch. Malvoria’s mouth was hot on her skin, leaving a trail of fire as she climbed higher.

By the time Malvoria reached the junction of her thighs, Elysia was trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Malvoria paused there, her breath hot against Elysia’s cunt, making her shiver.

"Please," Elysia whispered, lifting her hips in silent demand.

Malvoria pressed a soft kiss just above Elysia’s clit, then another, and another, moving lower with each one. Elysia’s fingers found Malvoria’s hair, gripping tight as Malvoria’s tongue finally, finally parted her folds.

The first lick was a slow, broad stroke that made Elysia see stars. Malvoria took her time, exploring every inch with lips and tongue, mapping her responses with a thoroughness that left her breathless.

"Mal," Elysia managed, tugging at Malvoria’s hair. "Mal, more—"

Malvoria hummed against her clit, the vibration sending shockwaves through Elysia’s body. She circled the bud with the tip of her tongue, teasing, before closing her lips around it and sucking gently.

Elysia cried out, her back arching off the ground. Malvoria held her down with one hand on her abdomen, the other gripping her thigh as she licked and sucked and devoured her.

The pleasure built quickly, a tight coil in Elysia’s belly. She writhed under Malvoria’s mouth, chasing the sensation, needing more, more, more.

"Malvoria—" she gasped. "I’m—oh gods, Mal—"

Malvoria slid two fingers inside her, curling them just so as she sucked on her clit. The combination was too much—Elysia shattered, her cry echoing through the trees as her body clenched around Malvoria’s fingers.

Malvoria stayed with her through the aftershocks, gentling her touch until Elysia lay panting, boneless and sated.

But Malvoria wasn’t finished yet.

Before Elysia could catch her breath, Malvoria crawled up her body, capturing her mouth in a deep, filthy kiss that tasted of Elysia herself. Elysia moaned into it, her arms winding around Malvoria’s neck, pulling her closer.

Malvoria’s dick was hot and heavy between her thighs, and Elysia spread her legs wider, arching up to increase the friction. Malvoria groaned into her mouth, her hips thrusting in small, sharp jerks.

Elysia broke the kiss, panting. "Fuck me," she demanded, wrapping her legs around Malvoria’s hips. "Fuck me hard."

Malvoria shuddered, her restraint snapping. She reached between them, positioning herself, then thrust home in one long stroke.

Elysia swore, her fingernails digging into Malvoria’s back as she adjusted to the stretch. Malvoria stilled above her, trembling, sweat beading on her brow.

"Move," Elysia commanded, hips rolling. "Now."

Malvoria obeyed.

She set a brutal pace, hips pistoning, each thrust driving Elysia into the soft grass. Elysia clung to her, meeting her thrust for thrust, their bodies slick with sweat and river water.

"Harder," Elysia pleaded. "Mal—oh gods—"

Malvoria growled, some feral sound from deep in her chest, and obliged. Her dick filled Elysia perfectly, hitting just the right spot with each thrust. Elysia felt herself tightening again, the pleasure building impossibly fast.

"Don’t stop," she gasped, her legs tightening around Malvoria. "Don’t you dare stop—"

Malvoria kissed her, swallowing her cries as her hips snapped forward, relentless. The sound of their bodies meeting was obscene—wet, slick, desperate.

Elysia felt her orgasm approaching like a storm on the horizon—inevitable, all-consuming. She arched up, meeting Malvoria thrust for thrust, chasing the sensation.

"With me," Malvoria panted against her mouth. "Come with me—"

Elysia nodded, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes at the intensity of it all. "Together. Mal—oh fuck—"

Her orgasm hit her like a wave, sweeping her away. She heard Malvoria cry out above her, felt her dick pulse inside her as they came together, bodies straining, hearts pounding as one.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breath ragged, sweat cooling on their skin. Elysia pressed her face into Malvoria’s neck, inhaling deeply.

After a long moment, Malvoria stirred, shifting her weight to the side. She didn’t go far, one leg still thrown over Elysia’s hips, their bodies still connected.

" Thats was nice." she said.