Even if everything was unfolding before her eyes, she had failed to grasp the scenes in front of her. Even with all the tantrums, that juicy ass was too hard to resist.
Thyra moved closer and resisted the urge to slap and cover the tasty treat with a heavy heart. Thyra forced Aria to stand up and hug her.
Even though Aria didn't look at her, Thyra had no problem understanding that she was crying in her chest.
'She is feeling insecure.' Thyra understood the crux of the problem but didn't know how to take care of it.
If one had to categorise her relationships back on Earth, it would be either a fling or a one-night stand. She had a few friends with benefits, too.
Even if they get emotional in real life, they will solve it with sex. Although some were already married, Thyra liked it this way, without emotional baggage.
She could just stand there while Aria poured herself out on her chest. Feeling the quivering slowly dying down, Thyra asked, "Are you okay now?"
Realising what she had just done, Aria quickly jumped off her chest and ran away from Thyra. Thyra had no intention of letting her go.
"Look at me." Thyra pulled her chin up, looking directly into her puffy eyes. Aria closed her eyes, not intending to look at her. Thyra didn't utter the following words. Instead, she directly planted it on her lips.
Aria's eyes flung open. Even in such close proximity, Aria could still feel Thyra smiling at her. She wanted to resist, but part of her wanted to cherish every moment their lips met.
As Thyra was sucking on her lower lips, Aria returned the favour by caressing her upper lips. Aria wanted this moment to never end, but Thyra had other plans.
"I thought you didn't like me kissing you."
"When did I say that," Aria pushed Thyra away. Thyra landed on the bed but held Aria's hand before pulling her into her lap.
"What…"
Aria couldn't say it loudly before Thyra kissed her. Thyra only let her go when she realised Aria couldn't breathe.
Aira took a deep breath and glared at Thyra, almost yelling, "You…."
Another kiss sealed her lips. Thyra didn't hurry to let her go. Their lips mingled as their juices mixed. Aria relished every kiss like her first, as her body almost melted away in Thyra's embrace.
Even if Thyra let her go, Aria just sat on her lap with her lips open like a fish waiting for food. But when Aria felt Thyra wasn't catering to her needs anymore, she looked at her with a frown, complaining, "My lady…"
Again, her words were cut short. Aria was kissed again. Thyra was a little forceful this time, unlike her previous soft and succulent kisses. Her aggressive tongue assaulted Aria's and subdued it without any resistance.
Aria was so engrossed in the kissing that she unhesitantly wrapped her arms around Thyra's, putting her body as close to Thyra's as possible.
Even when Thyra let her go, Aria didn't stop. She continued to peck Thyra's lips before moving to her cheeks and even kissing her neck.
"My lady," Aria called. Even if Thyra wanted to kiss her to stop her from talking, she couldn't, as Aria was still smooching her nape. Also, Aria's arms were tightly wrapped around her without giving Thyra any chance to move.
"My lady," Aria called her before resuming her kissing spree.
Thyra neither resisted nor said anything. She caressed Aria's hair as she waited for Aria to speak her heart out.
"My lady, do you love me?"
'Yes, of course.' Thyra was about to lie, but feeling the vulnerable creature in her arms, she didn't dare.
"No, you can't love me." Aria, herself came to Thyra's rescue. "You are the princess, the future monarch of the kingdom. Your love couldn't be hogged by one person, much less someone like me."
"What is wrong about you?" Thyra pulled Aria away, but Aria didn't look at her.
"My lady, I am not someone who should stand beside the future monarch of the kingdom."
"Who told you that?" Thyra grabbed her cheek and turned her eyes toward her. Aria's eyes were already puffy. Thyra could not see whether they were red or not, but she was sure Aria was crying.
"No matter who says it, you are and always shall be my first wife."
Aria's voice was wet as she said, "I can't be my lady's wife. I am not noble-born."
"Huh!" Thyra knew there was some difference between wife, consort, and concubine.
A noble could legally have three wives and five consorts. Concubine has no such limitation. After all, concubines are nothing but servants or maids who are lucky enough to give birth to a noble child. In contrast, wives and consorts hold real power.
And what Aria said is true. A noble can be a wife, consort, or even concubine. No commoner can ever be a wife.
"Okay, you are my first consort. No matter who my wives will be, there will be no one who will be above you as long as I am ali…"
Thyra didn't get to end her words. Aria covered her mouth, saying, "Please, don't say that, my lady."
"Why does it matter whether I live or die? You don't even talk to me."
Aria continued to try to cover her mouth, only to fail again and again. As they wrestle with each other, they roll across the bed. By the time they stopped, Thyra's hand was resting on Aria's breast, while one of Aria's thighs was clamped between Thyra's.
"Did it grow bigger?" Thyra gave the mass of fat a squeeze.
Aria, on the other hand, pressed her thigh against Thyra's nether region and copied her tone, "I can say the same thing."
Thyra smirked, asking, "So, you are not denying it."
"Why don't my lady cheek it herself while I can…" Aria didn't complete her sentence. She moved down and grabbed the thick piece of meat under the cloth.
Thyra pulled Aria's dress off her shoulder, exposing her breast. Before Aria could cover them, Thyra put one in her mouth while she continued squeezing the other.
"From the shape, feel, and taste, I can surely say you have become sweeter, with a tinge of sourness. Also, you have gained weight."
Aria blushed as she glared at Thyra. "What did you taste? Nothing can come out of it." Aria's voice lowered as she said, "At least not for a few more months."
"I have checked them. So how are you going to check mine." Thyra lowered her waist and rubbed her penis against her thighs. "Don't you say you are going to measure it with your hand?"
"Then?"
"You have a few caves for my snake. Why don't you just take it in and test whether it has gotten bigger."
"My lady, you act so sleazily when you are on the bed."
"Don't blame me for that. You make me act this way." Before Aria could hide her blush, Thyra kissed her again.
"So, which one is it going to be?"
"Do whatever you want?" She said it out of reflex. "But didn't Hure say it was better not to do it?"
"We can do it if you want. It's already been a month. There will be no problem."
"No," Suddenly, Aria became stubborn, "I don't want…" She wasn't sure how to say it. She put her hand on her abdomen, mumbling, "My… my lady's child…"
'So cute,' Looking at her expression, Thyra could help compliment her.
"But if my lady wants, she can use that place." Aria came closer, whispering, "I have cleaned it for my lady."