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“Marcie?” That sweet voice she had grown so accustomed to chimed in.
“Yeah?” Marcille turned around, immediately giving every ounce of her attention to her wife instead of the potion she was working on.
“Laios gave us some of the walking mushroom and excess meat from somewhere. Want to help me make it for dinner?” Falin asked with that insufferable sweet smile.
“Well, ah…I dunno, I mean, what is the meat?” Marcille asked, nausea rolling through her at the idea. She'd gotten pretty used to eating monsters while in the dungeon with the others, but on the surface, when they had very easily accessible other varieties of meat?
“He didn't mention. I think Senshi had this left over.” Falin said. “We don't have to make it.”
“No, it's okay. It shouldn't go to waste…Make it with a lot of garlic.” Marcille said.
“Garlic? Your bellys gonna be cramping all night, Marcie.” Falin snickered.
“Ohh, be quiet!” Marcille huffed. “Just mask whatever the taste of it is…” She pouted, grabbing aimlessly at her shelf and grabbing the cardamom oil.
“I will, don't worry. Love you!” Farcille laughed.
“Love you too.” Marcille smiled gently before turning her attention back over to the small “cauldron”, it was just a boiling pot of water on a magic marker on the ground.
She grabbed a mortar and pestle, crushing a piece of ginger, and a stick of cinnamon.
She let that sit, peeling a cutie orange and dropping the peels into her boiling water. She stirred it with the wooden spoon, tapping a few drops of cardamom, then some vanilla extract that she measured with her heart.
She let the mixture simmer, going over the recipe in the book that Chilchuck had found at some point in the dungeon. It was filled to the brim with old potion recipes, she much preferred casting spells to potion making.
The potion she was practicing was an endurance potion, and no other context was provided. What did it mean? Running endurance? Could she last longer in the dungeon without getting tired? Would she be able to cast more spells before running out of mana?
There were endless possibilities!
She awkwardly pulled the orange peels out from the boiling water, waving her hand anytime the water splashed on her.
She grabbed the mortar and pestle, scraping the mixture of cinnamon and ginger into the boiling pot.
They were extremely normal ingredients with no magical properties whatsoever…So now all she had to do was add a touch of mana.
That was what the book said, a touch of mana? So, what, casting a spell?
She sighed in annoyance and focused a bit of magic onto the pot, nothing in particular.
The mixture popped, Marcille jumping and squealing as she leapt back.
The mixture was now a light green color, looking almost like the inside of a kiwi.
Marcille heard footsteps, Falin appearing a moment later.
“Are you alright?” She asked, walking over and looking at the potion.
“Yeah, I'm okay. It just popped, I wasn't paying attention.” Marcille sighed, holding her hand over her chest to calm her beating heart.
“Ah, that's good.” Falin smiled. “What's the potion for?” She asked.
“The book said it's for endurance. But I don't know what the context is.” Marcille informed.
“Well, how about we try it after dinner?” Falin suggested. “We can write down the different effects it has on the both of us.” She said.
“Good idea. I'm done messing with this anyway.” Marcille said, standing up and dusting off her long coat, Falin standing with her a second later.
“I've just finished preparing the meat to sear. Come on and help me with the mushroom.” Falin said, grabbing Marcilles hand.
Marcille smiled and followed her beautiful wife to the kitchen.
They worked quickly and efficiently in the kitchen, sitting down to eat a few hours later.
Marcille poured the now cooled potion into glasses with ice and handed Falin hers.
“It looks delicious, Fal.” Marcille said as she sat down across from the other blonde.
“Thanks, Marcie.” Falin said, graciously taking the cup from her.
“Let's eat~” Marcille sighed happily, easily tearing into the mystery meat– and trying not to think about what it could be– it melted in her mouth similar to ribs. She was eagerly shoveling it into her mouth. “I love you so much.” She said out loud.
“I love you too.” Falin responded with a laugh, grabbing her light green drink and drinking a few gulps. “It doesn't taste awful. Kind of like oranges.”
“There are orange peels in it…And cinnamon and cardamom.” Marcille explained.
“It tastes okay…Not the worst thing I've drunk.” Falin giggled and continued to drink it.
They finished dinner quickly, Marcille taking over dishes while Falin sat at the table behind her and admired just how pretty her wife was until she felt an unusual bolt of heat through her.
Don't get her wrong– she wasn't a stranger to arousal. It felt so similar, yet so incredibly different.
She watched Marcille, her eyes raking down her wife's body, not quite undressed from the day despite it being over.
Marcille had shuddered, dropping a plate in the sink and letting out a shaky gasp. Falins breathing got heavier, her face lighting up a darker red as she got up.
Her arms wrapped protectively around Marcille, who let out a soft whine.
“Are you-?” Marcille asked.
“Mmm…Yeah.” Falin said quietly, pressing her soft lips to the nape of Marcilles neck.
“Auh… fuck. ” Marcille whimpered while Falins hand mercilessly trailed up her shirt and stomach. It felt like a line of electricity from where her fingers trailed.
Falin hummed and tugged down the top of her dress, freeing the smaller woman's breasts. Falins hands squeezed lovingly, squeezing her nipples while Marcille squeaked and whined.
“You're so cute…” Falin muttered.
“Nngh~” Marcille whimpered, shaking a bit and holding onto Falins wrists while she twisted and groped the woman.
Marcilles body continued heating up, as did Falins. Marcille was crying out at the mere feeling of Falin behind her. The taller woman twisted and tugged on her nipples, a line of drool dripping from Marcilles mouth as electricity shot through her, feeling immediately as her panties became increasingly more wet.
“Somethings-!” Marcille paused to moan. “St-staaa- stop! Somethings wrong…” She whimpered.
“It's the potion, I think… Endurance. ” Falin said cheekily. “Did you cum from your nipples being played with? That's a first.”
“It's making me way too sensitive…Uhh.” Marcille panted while Falin took her time undressing the smaller woman. “Not in the kitchen…Let's get to our bedroom.”
“Good idea.” Falin said, easily picking up Marcille and kissing her senseless, carrying her to their bedroom.
Falin was tugging off her dress while walking, tossing Marcille who looked as if she was rebooting on the bed.
Falin hurriedly undressed herself, watching as Marcille stared and drooled at the sight of her wife.
Falin shuddered at the idea of being shamelessly ogled by Marcille. The woman made it painfully obvious, and beside the heightened arousal she felt undying love for the mage.
She quickly stripped herself, sauntering over and unable to ignore just how beautiful she felt while Marcille drooled for her.
Falin didn't bother being gentle right now, grabbing Marcilles dress and bunching it up, pulling her right out of it. Once her love was naked, she checked in.
“Doing okay, Marcie?” Falin asked, pulling the tiny woman against her. Marcille was kind of cold, and it felt nice against the heat of her own body.
“Ye-yeah…” Marcille slurred, hugging Falin tightly and kissing her lips. Falin instantly reciprocated, hands on her hips and pinning her against the bed and practically crushing her with her weight.
Falin kissed down Marcilles chest, leaving a few marks where her dress would cover without her jacket.
Marcille was shaking under her grasp, it felt delicious.
Falin pulled away and shoved Marcille down onto the bed, straddling her waist. “You know what to do?” She asked innocently.
The mere sentence nearly sent Marcille into a frenzy, asked so innocently by her gorgeous wife.
“Yes. Yes, fuck yes. ” Marcille cheered, clenching her fist while Falin laughed and trailed further up, her hips hovering over Marcilles face.
“Tap out if you need to.” Falin said softly.
Doing this came with major risks. Falin was much larger than Marcille, if she lost her strength and genuinely sat on Marcilles face, there was a pretty good chance she'd break her neck. Not to mention Marcille could suffocate– but she never seemed particularly against this idea.
“Ah!” Falin exclaimed, a wet and filthy pleasure curling in her core as Marcille got impatient and pulled her down. Her head was caged in by Falins thighs, using the luscious pillows as earmuffs.
Her tongue was sporadic against her wife's cunt, slurping obscenely against her hole before trailing up to her clit and suckling gently.
It was Falins turn to be a whimpering mess. Marcille knew exactly how to turn her into a complete mess, especially with her mouth. Mixed with the potion, Falin was teetering on the edge near instantly.
Marcille was moaning into her pussy, slipping her tongue into the sweet hole leaking juices for her. Her nose against her clit.
Marcille worked her magic– this time without draining a single amount of mana– while holding her wife's thighs without a single thought about her need to breathe.
Unexpectedly, Falin was gushing over top of her a few moments later. Marcille moaned and eagerly slurped up the slick that spilled forth, finally tuning back into the noises Falin was making.
Adorable whimpering and whines, sobbing about being overwhelmed and Marcille realized she must have made her cum twice without even noticing. She had been far too focused on making her feel good.
Falin pulled away despite Marcilles complaints, laying down on the bed and heaving.
Between her thighs was glistening with her previous explosive orgasm, her legs trembling as she tried to catch her breath.
Marcille didn't waste any time, though her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath, she crawled over to the larger woman and held onto her hips.
“Marcie…” Falin said as she caught her breath.
“I'm not calming down.” Marcille said.
“Neither am I.” Falin agreed, still relaxing against their pillows.
Marcille continued her ministrations, leaning down and pressing kisses to her collarbone, and her breasts.
Falin looked like a goddess in her eyes, Marcille didn't really care for religion. But whichever one Falin was the goddess of? Consider her the most loyal follower.
“Mmm…, Marcie.” Falin said quietly.
“Let me.” Marcille hummed, pressing kisses all over her breasts and groping them. They were much bigger than Marcilles would ever be, but she wasn't jealous, no.
She was jealous for everyone else, because no one but her would be able to see, touch, kiss, lick, grope or whatever she wanted to, whenever she wanted to.
Marcille moved on to her belly. Soft, plump, round, gorgeous stretch marks framing the bottom, the same on her thighs. She leaned down and pressed kisses on her belly, one on her belly button, and on every stretch mark she saw.
She skipped over her obvious meal she had eaten minutes prior and moved onto Falins legs. Her thunder thighs , more stretch marks that make it look like she had sexy stripes. Did that make sense? Marcille was too enraptured to remotely care how insane she sounded. She loved her wife.
“Maaarcieeee~” That soft voice cooed. Marcille finally looked up from her place between her wifes legs. “Let's move on, you’ve had your fun.”
Marcille pouted. Falin just giggled as she watched her ears droop a little.
“How do you want to do this?” Marcille asked quietly.
“However you want…” Falin said, pressing kisses along Marcilles neck and collarbone.
“I want you to-”
“I’m not sitting on your face again. I indulged you for 10 whole minutes.” Falin huffed. Marcille pouted again.
“Do you want to get the…the thing?” Marcille asked instead.
“The strap?” Falin hummed, thinking for a moment. “Sure, give it here.” Falin said.
Marcilles ears turned bright red as she stood up shakily, Falins eyes wandering south to her loves bare ass, seeing the shine in between her thighs, she licked her lips.
Marcille got in the closet and pulled out the strap that the both of them had received as a gag gift from Chilchuck the Christmas after they announced their engagement. Marcille had turned bright red while Laios questioned the object and Senshi simply shook his head in disapproval.
“Am I-?” Marcille asked.
“Lay down.” Falin quipped. A shudder ran through Marcille as she leapt onto the bed, laying on her back and easily spreading her legs. She watched her wife, Falin securing the belt around her waist and thighs, making a little show of it as she knew Marcille was watching her.
Falin smiled sweetly at her. Heat shooting through Marcille at the sight. The potion made her skin feel like it was on fire.
Falin pulled her close by her legs, Marcille letting out a quiet squeak. Falin stroked her clit gently, Marcille thrashing with sensitivity.
“You're so wet…We may not even need the lubricant.” Falin said softly. Marcille shivered at the phrasing, feeling her cunt leaking over the strap pressed teasingly at her entrance.
“Fal… please .” She whimpered, trying to grind down.
“Shhhh, baby girl.” Falin said quietly. Marcille moaned quietly. Falin had reached over to their bedside table, squirting a bit of lube onto her hand and spreading it evenly over the strap.
Once she was finished, she pulled a little pillow close and put it under Marcilles lower back. She eased the strap against the entrance of Marcilles pussy, holding her hips and preventing her from moving much.
“Please!” Marcille gasped. “Please, pl-please, Fal, fuck me please, its so hot, I can’t- can-can’t help it. Ohhh…Please put it in- oughhhh! ” Marcille squealed while Falin pressed down on her stomach and pressed the strap in, easily slipping deep inside of her from the excess slick Marcille was producing plus the lube.
“You beg so pretty.” Falin mumbled softly. Marcille was drooling again, the strap rubbing right against her sweet spots, the pillow and Falins hand helping majorly.
“Pl-please, fast.” Marcille sniffled, trying to wipe her mouth of the drool until Falin started moving. She pulled back and thrust in quickly, knowing immediately what pace Marcille wanted.
The slapping of their hips, the squelch of Marcilles pussy made and the sounds Marcille was making was music to Falins ears.
“Such a good girl for me, Marcie…” Falin mumbled softly while Marcille writhed, drooled and went cross eyed all for her.
Marcille was having trouble connecting her thoughts, fisting the bedsheets and focusing purely on being a good girl for Falin.
She came quick and easy, her legs locking around Falins waist while she keened, her hips twitching and grinding down.
Falin eased the strap from Marcilles' tired body.
Most of the potion had faded from Marcilles body, she was practically limp on the bed. But she knew what was coming. It was possibly one of her favorite parts of having sex with Falin.
Falin had moved the strap, securing it around Marcilles hips and legs before taking her place over her.
“Okay?” Falin asked, stroking her cheek.
“ Fuck yes. ” Marcille said, groping Falins thighs despite how tired she was.
Falin lined up the strap with her own still dripping cunt and let herself drop down. Her back arched beautifully and she moaned.
Marcille felt crushed in the best possible way, admiring Falin above her while the larger woman rode her like tomorrow wouldn't come.
Watching her bounce, Marcille grabbed her hips and stroked her thumbs over the stretch marks there, then down to the ones on her thighs. She desperately wanted to sink her teeth in them despite being incredibly tired.
Falin was heaving with gasps of pleasure, her head thrown back as she grinded down hard on Marcille. The back of the strap rubbing in delicious painful pleasure against Marcilles sensitive clit.
Falin whimpered as she came, her hands moving to Marcilles breasts. She leaned down and kissed her sweetly as her hips twitched through the orgasm.
Marcille was borderline falling asleep while Falin removed the strap from Marcilles hips and walked off to the bathroom. Marcille instantly complained and groaned that her wife was gone.
Falin threw the strap into the tub and grabbed a wash cloth with warm water, coming over to Marcille and wiping down the woman, including her face. “You're like a messy toddler.” Falin commented quietly as she cleaned her own dried cum from Marcilles face.
“Mmm…” Marcille muttered. “A kid…”
Falin blushed. “Been thinking about that?” She asked.
“How would…you feel about a kid?” Marcille muttered.
“I would love to have a little one running around…I’m sure you’d make a wonderful mama.” Falin said, kissing Marcilles face gently.
Marcille sat up and took the towel from the other blonde, wiping her off as well before they climbed under the covers and held onto each other.
“I’m sure you’d make a great mom too…” Marcille whispered after a bit.
Falin giggled, her arms clutching Marcille close. “I love you.” She mumbled.
“I love you too.”