NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 82 – Restlessness
Moira was not pleased. “Fucking dick. I will break him in half.” She cursed at the Duke for his daring to stop her from visiting her fiance.
“A very colourful illustration,” Catarina noted, rearranging a stack of notes. “And not very productive. If our plans go well-”
“They will.” Moira was sure of it.
“If our plans go well,” Catarina repeated. “Then, by the end of the week, you will be a Queen. So, you need to learn patience.”
“I am patient. I am also very horny, dammit.” Moira cursed some more, considering whether or not she should break something in the room.
In the end, it wasn’t worth it. Moira didn’t want to ask someone to pay for the damage she had done to the room she was staying.
It wasn’t a large place, just a small building the Prince - soon to be the Princess, had arranged for her to stay in. Moira normally wouldn’t mind - it was still better than what she had before, but the ich was getting to her.
“Okay, you,” Moira imperially pointed at Catarina. “Satisfy your queen’s needs!” She walked to the bed and fell into it, waiting for the smaller girl to follow.
“There is still much to do. I am shocked at how irresponsibly you are threatening a coup.” Catarina shook her head, finishing sorting the stack of papers. “I still have to visit a few other associates since Elana is trapped, and you are an unknown to them.”
It all sounded very reasonable. Moira almost believed Catarina’s words. Almost. “It’s because I just washed, isn’t it?” She regretted doing it now.
“Unrelated,” Catarina denied a tad too quickly.
“Right,” Moira dryly noted while undressing. “But I get sweaty easily, you know.” She tried to entice the girl. “Not like that popsicle of mine. She keeps herself cool and fresh with that talent of hers. But with breasts like these…” With her bra gone, she could present her massive gifts perfectly by mashing them together.
Catarina’s confident look wavered.
“They are so heavy,” Moira’s digits dug deeper into her breasts as her index fingers circled the areolas. “And it gets so sweaty between them.” She wasn’t even lying.
“It would appear so,” The smaller girl looked trapped. Her hands clutched the papers as she followed Moira’s circling fingers.
“So?” Moira was getting impatient. She had to admire Elana for manipulating Catarina so perfectly. She couldn’t quite repeat her fiance’s feat. “Can you please help me clean up all the sweat?” She pinched her nipples and used them to pull her plentiful breasts apart.
“...” Catarina appeared to be speechless. “Am I that easy?” She asked, but it was more of a question for herself than for Moira.
“You are a pervert,” Moira affirmed the girl’s fears. “But you are a pervert true to your nature.” She wriggled out of her panties, finally free from the trappings. “The best kind of pervert. Now come and huff my fumes.”
“Gross,” Catarina was clearly unhappy with the description. “And I am busy.” She reminded.
“Yet, you are undressing.” Moira shrugged as she let one of her hands wander down to her public mound and press down on her more sensitive parts.
“Oh,” The girl only now realised her actions. “Fine.” Catarina conceded. “But it has to be fast.” She increased her pace, dropping one piece of clothing after another.
“I knew you would do it!” Moira happily exclaimed. It was always better to have another pair of hands than to masturbate on your own.
Quick sex suited Moira just fine. While she wouldn’t admit it, she was getting a little nervous - not about dying, but whether or not it would be that simple.
There were too many moving parts Moira could do nothing about. She had a role, but it came into effect only after revealing she was the Saintess. Moira didn’t particularly rule over ruin after Elana was done with a disobeying kingdom.
With her thoughts momentarily wandering, Moira almost missed the moment Catarina pounced. The little cannonball dived right between her breasts.
Catarina landed between the twin mountains, pressing her face deep inside. Moira giggled, feeling the girl’s breath and lips tickle her skin. She wrapped her large breasts around Catarina’s head, letting the girl enjoy her time.
“Don’t forget about me,” Moira grabbed one of Catarina’s hands and guided it down towards her pulsating need.
The little imp quickly realised what was required of her. Catarina licked between Moira’s breasts, then planted a few quick kisses while taking deep breaths.
It was nice and gentle, quite the opposite of how Elana acted. Catarina raised her head a little, kissing Moira’s skin, then nibbled on the stiff nipple that was presenting itself, sending shivers down’ Moira’s back.
But once Moira felt Catarina’s fingers touch her folds, the smaller girl revealed her true colours, clawing her pussy, pushing her fingers against her clit and biting her nipple.
Moira gasped while being devoured. Her hands held Catarina close, letting her fingers scrape the girl’s back. She enjoyed the smaller body pressing against hers.
Catarina’s fingers pushed deeper, but not enough to threaten the treasure left for Elana to take. Moira grabbed a handful of the beautiful violet hair and kissed them. She used her legs to hold Catarina close.
The nimble fingers continued to caress her pussy’s inner parts. Moira wanted more. The feeling of a couple of digits inside her made her shudder, and her folds tried to clamp down on the digits.
Electricity sparked from Moira’s fingers, jolting Catarina, making her press into Moira. The girl moaned from the unexpected shock.
And Moira smiled. She grabbed the girl tighter and rolled over, pressing the girl into the bed. She made sure to smother Catarina with her breasts while the girl still tried to please Moira’s hungry pussy.
Moira’s smile turned insidious. Now that they had gotten this far, she wasn’t about to end it early. She would make sure Catarina’s body remembered her touch.
It was time to let out all of her frustrations.
