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It was both exhilarating and fear-inducing to wait for Riftan to return to their chambers.
Maxi still couldn’t believe that she was doing this. Taking apart her husband’s gold hoard, then somehow draping it on her body.
Surely he had only said it in jest those few nights ago, but the idea had taken root in her mind, dreaming about laying atop of his gold hoard as he waited at her feet, kissing up her ankles and thighs and—
Her face flushed, causing her to cover her eyes with her hands. How embarrassing to get worked up over thoughts like that already.
The chains and gems jingled as she moved, the metal cold against her skin, and she wondered how much longer Riftan would take to return to their room. The sun was setting, and as she turned to watch it through the window, light falling across her face, the door opened.
It was almost immediately closed again, a large thud hitting it and making her flinch. Had that been Riftan, or someone else?
She got her answer as he entered, his own face flushed a little pink, hair back as if he had just run a hand through it to try and give his forehead cold air.
He let out a groan almost immediately, quickly closing the door behind him as she moved closer to the edge of the bed, slowly lowering her legs. “Don’t move,” he said, his hand covering his face for a moment as if he was trying to take the scene in. “Dear god, please don’t move.”
She could understand why he had that reaction, all of his gold hoard draped over her skin and in her hair. Chains were tangling around her, gemstones cold against her skin and wisps of gold were threaded through her hair. She could only imagine how she would feel if it was Riftan sitting before her, naked except for jewellery. Her cheeks blushed as her body seemed to warm.
He slowly made his way in front of her, kneeling in front of her legs, and moving to rest his head atop of her thighs. “This is better than a dream. I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”
“You s-slayed a great dragon twice,” she replied, stroking his hair, the strands easily falling through her fingers.
“Could there be a bigger reward if I defeat it a third time?” he joked, one of his hands stroking along a chain before he kissed her knee. “Although I don’t think you could ever top this.”
“You’ll always find s-something that you enjoy more, later.”
Riftan nodded, pulling back as if to look at her again, his eyes following every chain, drawn to each individual gemstone. She shifted, the chains clinking together, and his eyes widened for a moment as he swallowed.
He seemed to notice her hair then, the smaller gemstones and gold chains within it, seeming to almost make her hair shimmer in the setting sunlight.
“I don’t think I could enjoy anything more than I enjoy this moment,” he replied,his hand reaching out to touch her hair. He cursed under his breath, and Maxi lightly pushed him back with a foot against his chest.
His brows furrowed as he looked at her, confusion on his face.
She stroked his cheek, leaning forwards so that her hair fell over her shoulders. “I b-believe you said you would do something for y-your wife if she was dripping in gold and jewels.”
His eyes widened for a moment before they darkened, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “I believe I did, Maxi,” his voice was so deep and filled with promise as he said her name. He pulled away from her hand, taking off his shirt, showing off his chest.
Oh how her mouth watered, and knees weakened as he did so, watching as he undressed and kneeled in front of her once more, taking her foot in one hand.
He was so gentle with it, slowly massaging her foot as she leaned back, her weight on her arms as she looked back at him. It took a few moments for him to seem happy with his work, swapping legs and slowly kissing her ankle up to her knees. They were pulled over his shoulders as he moved to her thighs, kissing and nipping at the insides.
Her chest was already heaving, the chains falling from her breasts. Riftan noticed, a pleased smile pulling at his lips while his hands reached to hold her back.
She expected him to put his lips on where she needed him, but he ignored it, kissing her stomach instead. She wanted to make a quip about how he said he would worship her, but it left her mind as soon as he started, falling back as his lips touched her, his tongue licking at the seam of her.
She let out a moan, closing her eyes as she threw her head back. How could she have doubted, even for a second that he would not worship her.
“No you don’t,” Riftan said, an arm raising her back up as his teeth grasped one of the golden chains. “You don’t get to look away.” It pulled at her neck, the rest of his horde shifting, and Maxi shivered at the feeling of cold chains bruising against her breast. “You set this up and wanted it, you don’t get to avoid it now.”
Maxi nodded, still closing her eyes, although she could feel his own watching her face. His hands wrapped around her wrists, pulling them behind her back. It seemed to lock her in place, unable to fall back, only her head able to move as it fell forward once more.
“You wanted to be worshipped, didn’t you?” he asked softly, moving downwards so that his lips brushed against her womanhood, every small touch feeling like torture.
She nodded in reply, unable to say a word, only watch as he kissed her mound, some of his face and movements blocked by the large amount of jewels across her thumping chest.
“You should know by now that I would always do anything for you. You only need to ask,” he said.
His mouth was fully on her the next moment, her head thrown back as her spine arched.
Memories never felt like the real thing. Even as she daydreamed of this moment for the last few days, reminiscing over past moments, they still paled in comparison.
His hands were holding onto her own tightly, his tongue licking between her folds before his mouth sucked at her.
A noise left her mouth, and she could feel Riftan smile at it, already proud of himself as she tried to push herself against him. Jewellery chains clinked as she tried to shift her body, his damn hand keeping her in place, even as she moved her leg over his shoulder.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, softly biting at it as he loosened his grip on her hands.
He gently pushed at her stomach, the hand continuing to move up and under all of the jewels to stroke her breast. She fell to the bed as his finger brushed over her nipple, pushing the chains away from her skin.
His mouth moved back to her, breath warm against her skin as his other hand stroked at her thigh, slowly moving closer to her apex.
Maxi’s breath sounded too loud, cries leaving her as chains clinked, and his fingers slowly brushed her folds, slipping through them easily. It almost seemed as if he was trying to wipe away her wetness, his thumb brushing through her, then against her thigh as his mouth moved to suck at a piece of tender flesh.
“R-Riftan!” she cried out, hands moving to grasp at his hair. “S-stop, I can’t–”
His fingers slowly slipped into her anyway, parting her folds as wetness seemed to seep from her. Her body squirmed at the feeling, her hips shifting as if to bring his face closer.
The rising tension in her stomach came to a peak too fast, her eyes squeezing shut as her body tensed before becoming relaxed.
He was sitting beside her when she opened her eyes again, his fingers running across the chains and jewels still connected together across her body.
“How did you come up with this idea?” he asked, running a finger along one of the chains, and towards a red jewel as she turned on her side to look at him.
“You said th-that you wanted it only a few days ago,” she replied, twisting one of the chains. “And your hoard has been s-sitting on a table, only growing for months now.”
He hummed in response, following another chain to find a pink gem, and pulling it to the side. “Maybe it needs to grow bigger,” he replied. “This one isn’t the right shade.”
Maxi looked down to find that he was holding it beside her breast, checking the colour against her nipple.
She slapped at his hand while he laughed.
“That is indecent!” She told him, pushing at his chest while he continued to laugh. “I don’t want to be wearing jewels the s-same colour as my breasts.”
“I never said you would be wearing them,” he replied, kissing her forehead then moving to nip at her nose. “If you want me to wear jewels, they do have to be very specific shades.”
“That’s your reason?”
“I think it is a very good reason,” Riftan said, grasping her waist and pulling her to sit atop of him. He used the chance to dig through the gold hoard on her body, finding jewels and chains over lapping each other, even coin that he gave her closest to her neck. “How are you going to this off?”
“That’s your problem for later,” she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling at him. “Don’t you want to strip me of your golden hoard?”
“And find the most precious thing I possess?” He kissed her cheek, going down to suck at her neck, just below her ear. One of his hands moved under the chains on her back, the other pulling at his trousers to undo them. “There is one thing I would like to see before separating my hoard.”
She felt his hard flesh against her, rising up against her stomach. She pushed against it, shifting her hips so that it would brush against her.
She rose onto her knees to take him in, slipping down his length as the wetness from their previous moments made it easier. Hair slipped forward to cover her face, her hand brushing it back as it swayed across her shoulders. She could feel the small chains within it clink against the diamonds within it, and the chains on her body.
Riftan groaned, his head falling forward to her shoulder, cheek resting against the chains as he began to nip at her neck.
Maxi shifted her hips, pushing further down onto him as his hand grasped for her hip.
“Can’t I just have a moment to take this in?” he asked, biting her earlobe softly then pulling away to look at her, his hand on her hip keeping her still. “My wife is covered in my hoard of gold. Maybe I want to relish this so that I can remember it forever.”
“Are you turning into a d-dragon?”
“I’m not sleeping on my gold hoard.”
Maxi rolled her eyes, her hands slipping down to his waist in order to hold herself up as his back lowered to the bed.
She shifted her hips once more, feeling his length penetrate her deeper and—
“I told you to stop moving,” Riftan said, grasping her hips and keeping her still. “One instruction, and my wife cannot follow it.”
“Don’t act as if y-you stay still when I need a moment.”
“You lie now Maxi. This is the first time I have asked you to stay still.”
She didn’t reply.
His eyes were soft when she looked down at him, his arms moving to cross under his head, candlelight flickering from the table beside the bed, the setting sun bathing his face, making it golden in the light.
She wondered how she looked with the setting sun behind her. His hair was twinged blue where the light hit it just right, his face looking so happy.
Was she the same, hair red and shining from the setting sun, colours reflecting in the diamonds that she wore in her hair. She could see small rainbows on the walls, reflected from the jewels. What did he see when he looked up at her? His wife? A goddess? A child dressed in her mother’s jewellery?
She supposed it could never be the latter. He always looked at her like she was the only thing in the world.
One of his hands moved to stroke her face, and her cheek fell into it, nuzzling against his palm.
“You make me wish I had the ability to paint now.”
“Oh?”
“You look so beautiful I want to have this immortalised forever.”
“You only say that because I am wearing your gold hoard.”
“No, I say it because you’re my wife,” he replied, lifting his back from the bed. “I’ll always want to have a version of you immortalised.”
Maxi nodded, looking away from him and at the dimming sunset. Pink was across the sky now, slowly getting darker.
Riftan’s hand moved to her hip, his palm warm, and thumb brushing across her stomach. “How can you get distracted when we’re like this?” he asked, his other hand moving to stroke her folds, brushing over his own length still within her.
“So says the h-husband who told me to not move.”
“And yet you forget that I am within you, within just a few moments of stillness?”
She sighed, shifting her hips to take him a little deeper, causing a groan to leave his mouth, his eyes closing. “Well, it is very different from what you usually do.”
“You enjoy that more, I know that,” he replied, lifting himself up and bringing her close, his arm wrapping around her back as he kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, feeling his hard muscles beneath his skin whilst he pulled her close, pushing the chains into her soft skin.
He started moving as she moaned into his mouth, his tongue reaching to caress her own, his hand stroking her cheek while the other moved her hips.
How deep within her he was, melding them together, his breath hot on her mouth and face. The chains crossing her skin were warm across her skin, pushing themselves into her as he pulled her even closer, manoeuvring her hips as she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut.
She could barely keep up with him, her hips slipping, letting him pound into her as he rose to his knees.
“R-Riftan! I – ah!”
How could her climax already be crashing over her? His unrelenting movements, falling to push her down onto the bed, her hair falling around her, and jewels pressing into her back.
He grasped her hands, pulling them above her head as he kissed her harshly, his hips moving to mirror his feelings, pushing himself into the hilt then giving small thrusts, seeming to push her deeper into the bed, his chest pressing down against her breasts, pushing that damned pink jewel against her skin, a chain pinching her nipple. A scratch of pain that was still not enough to pull her out of the feeling of her husband’s skin against her.
He was relentless, his mouth kissing her cheek as he whispered her name. Sweat was dripping from his forehead onto her face, slipping down towards her hair as tears leaked from her eyes. Moments passed with his heat and weight all that she knew. His weight keeping her down, his thrusts unrelenting. One of his hands was so tender as it stroked her face, his mouth always whispering things to her. She couldn’t stop her moans and cries as he pushed further into her, making space for himself in a place that was always only for him.
The warmth and tension in her abdomen was building again already, her hips bucking as much as they could with his frame weighing her down.
“Maxi… I… ugh,” he pulled one of her legs over his waist, pulling her closer, his thrusts slowing as his forehead dropped to the bedsheets as if he couldn’t keep himself in one piece.
“Riftan,” she cried out, her free arm moving to grasp at her shoulder, her legs kicking out as he moved to kiss her neck.
Her climax crashed over her, nails scratching into his shoulder as his thrusts slowed, Riftan’s body lifted off of her, turning and pulling her to rest atop of him.
She lay boneless for a few moments, unsure that she would be able to move if she tried to get up. Maxi could still feel him within her, her legs spread over his hips whilst his softened length stayed in place.
“Give me a moment,” he said as he noticed her hand move. “I just need a moment.”
Maxi laughed, a giggle leaving her as she rested her head against his chest, eyes closing.
They laid like that for a few moments, his arms slowly wrapping around her back to bask in the quietness.
“What will it take to get you to wear this again?” he asked, slowly rising to sit up, bringing her with him, his hands tracing chains.
“I don’t know,” she replied, resting her head on his shoulder and watching his hand move, tracing up to a chain. “It took me a while to put it on, s-so you can spend the time taking it off.”
He nodded. “What if I don’t want to take my hoard off of you?”
“I wouldn’t be able to sleep,” she replied, looking down and pulling aside some of the chains. Her skin was imprinted with chainlinks, small patches of pink skin where they pulled at her skin. One of her nipples was red from the chain that had pinched it.
“That won’t do,” Riftan said upon noticing it, leaning down to suck at her nipple as if it would remove the pain.
Maxi sighed, her fingers slipping through his hair until Riftan pulled back.
“We’ll have to try something else out then so that the jewels don’t injure you.”
“That can be your issue to f-figure out,” she replied, her head wanting to return to his shoulder as he pushed her away.
“Let me call in a bath first,” he said, getting up and pulling pants on, draping a soft robe over her shoulders.
Maxi sighed, nodding as he left the room, pulling the robe close, and beginning to unclasp the many necklaces.
Her body felt so heavy and tired as she waited the few moments for him to return, a gaggle of servants carrying a tub walking in after him, warm buckets of water placed into the tub.
“Perhaps you sh-should build a bath room,” Maxi said as he returned to her, watching through sated eyes as he pulled her close and began to undo the chains and jewels, slowly tracing each one and placing them aside. “Then the maids don’t have to come in each time.”
He was quiet for a few moments. “I suppose that would work. Although we would have to leave our room to use it, and I don’t wish to have to move from room to room each night.”
“It would mean that th-the maids wouldn’t have to come in and empty it either.”
“Perhaps one day,” he replied, the pile of jewels on the bed growing as her body became less heavy.
Maxi nodded and stayed quiet as he worked, tracing chains, his fingers slipping over her skin with each jewel removed. It took more time for him to remove them, then it had for her to put them on. Her head grew heavier with each chain removed, sleepiness creeping up on her as she rested her head on his shoulder, drifting in and out of consciousness.
She came back awake at the feeling of her foot touching water, Riftan’s arms warm and tight around her as he moved her into the warm bath, standing behind her for a few moments to remove the jewels from her hair.
“I can see why you may not want to do this again,” he said as he got into the bath beside her. “It does take a while to take all of my hoard off of you.”
“You’re never going to stop saying hoard now, aren’t you?”
“I think the word describes my pile of jewels quite well,” he replied, pulling her close, his finger tracing over the necklace still clasped around her neck, the coin still attached to it.
“Yeah, a dragon’s hoard.” Maxi said, nestling her head against his chest as she relaxed into the warm water.