Chapter 37: Visiting Her.

  (Maralia’s POV)

  Looking at the broadcast, Celia would arrive back at her castle soon. James was soon to wake up, so I made her sleep for longer. Now… I just have to wait for Celia to get here.

  Some Waiting Later.

  Celia: “Maralia?” She asked in surprise.

  Maralia: “It’s me. I missed you, so I decided to do a little visit.” I replied, giving her a loving kiss before taking her into a hug.

  Celia: “Maralia… my other wives will be jealous.” She said with a giggle.

  Maralia: “Well, if only they had positions like mine, and then they could also do as they pleased.” I said with a smug shrug.

  Taking her further inside of her castle, I also took Celia to her room. Realizing my intent, Celia’s cheeks flushed red, and her breathing become abnormal.

  Maralia: “Don’t worry… I’ve blocked the broadcast from seeing us. We can do what we want, and none can stop us.” I say with a seductive tone, tracing her face with wanting fingers.

  Celia: “…Are you that horny?” She asked in slight defiance.

  Maralia: “Horny would be an understatement, Celia. Now that you’re close to me in power, there are no useless thoughts, such as if I am forcing you to do things. Now… we’re equal.” I expined.

  Celia: “Awa… that’s kinda hot.” She replied with a deep, blushing face.

  Sex was needed to gift Celia more time, but I did also wish to have sex with her right now. My words were the truth, I really did feel off about our retionship. Though destined lovers, did Celia accept me because she didn’t have the power to refuse?

  Of course, the answer was obvious, and my doubts were just deeply unfounded bullshit of a nervous lover. But it… does feel better knowing that I won’t ever be able to force her now.

  Celia: “Why are you just looking at me like that? Can’t you see that I want you?” She asked with a pouty tone, taking my hand and pcing it on her special pce.

  Maralia: “…”

  Celia’s panties were soaked… Clearly, she also wanted me as well. Celia just said as such, after all… Both of us wished for sex, so, of course, sex is what will happen between us. It has been a while since I st id with my wife…

  Many Sex Later.

  Celia: “…(~z~)…”

  Celia was deeply resting, with her head in my arms. With our coitus, her life was now extended by 50,000 years. She won’t be dying anytime soon, that is.

  Regardless, this doesn’t make me any happier. In time, her soul will waste away more, and I can’t just top up her lifespan forever. I… perhaps, could only do this one more time before it stops working altogether.

  Souls are very annoying like that. Once they need to be cleansed, and Celia’s really does need to be, they utterly refuse to go on existing, and push to be cleaned. As I rubbed her head, still sad, a figure was before the bed. It was… how!?