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“I want everything to be perfect.” Renata told Sevika, her voice firm and held an air of no-nonsense. Her eyes were narrowed, expression stoic. She demanded perfection everywhere and this was no exception.
“Got it, she'll love this.” Sevika put the clipboard aside, holding the office door open for Renata.
“She better, I'm spending a fortune on this.” Renata walked in, her blazer bellowing after her like a cloak. Sevika followed her inside.
“She's lucky to have you.” Sevika murmured.
That softened Renata and she paused for only ten seconds— thinking it over. Were you really? You were a stubborn woman, one that caught Renata’s eyes which was very surprising because she never really thought about marrying someone until she met you. Renata always told herself all the problems in the world were too complicated, and needed someone to handle it all— someone who couldn't afford having weaknesses like… a lover. But now, all of a sudden it didn't feel like a weakness anymore. It felt like strength.
“Thank you.” Renata looked at Sevika.
Sevika, startled by the sudden words of appreciation, looked up, “mmhmm.” She grunted acknowledgement.
Renata had preferred to make the wedding as extravagant as possible, it was possibly just a show she'd put on to show she wasn't nervous. Only that, she was very nervous. She was finally going to be marrying the woman of her life— of course she wanted everything to be perfect. Even the things she couldn't control.
A sudden, sweet voice tore her away from the train of her thoughts. “I hope you're not spending your life savings on this wedding.” You stood there, a little smile on your lips as you leaned against the door frame.
She chuckled, raising her metal arm, extending it for you to relax against her chest— you got the gesture. Renata wasn't a woman of many works, rather actions. You walked up to her, hands wrapping around her perfect waist as you rested your face against her. You could smell her soft perfume, it was always intoxicating in a good way.
“Don't worry about the cost, amor, you deserve the best.”
“You're too good to me.” You mumbled, voice muffled a little, you snuggled deeper against her.
“How can I not be when my soon-to-be wife is so adorable?”
Her words made your cheeks redden. “You're…” you lost your words and didn't care to verbally express yourself any further.
“You could've chosen someone easier.” Renata sat down, pulling you onto her lap. You squeaked a little but then your hands rested against the expanse of her chest, her expensive suit underneath and everything felt perfect.
You leaned in, “you mean someone who doesn't have the anxiety to fuel a small city.”
Renata's grip tightened, out of pure affection of course, “you're not nervous?”
You giggled. “Oh, honey. I am…”
Renata's eyebrows furrowed, worry lacing the slight lines of her face— making her look more stressed than necessary. Your hand found the side of her face, your eyes flickered to her lips before looking back at her eyes, you grinned.
“A little worried about the dress.”
That got a chuckle out of her.
Yup, the wedding would be fine. However, it was the wedding night you were second-most excited about… Renata pinned you to the door the moment the bedroom door closed, her hands already feeling up your wedding gown. You squeaked softly, “Rennnnn!” You whined and giggled as she squeezed your waist. “I've waited so long for this.” She sucked another dark spot onto your skin, marking you as rightfully hers.
Before you knew it, Renata already had you pinned down to the mattress, being deliberately gentle when she took your heels off. She massaged your ankles for a few seconds before she grabbed a hold of your thighs— parting them to make way.
Renata leaned down, “fuck, baby, I can smell your arousal from here.”
Your already red face got redder. “Ren…”
“Shhh, just let me take care of you.” She pulled your white lacy panties down, smirking at the sight of your pussy.
Oh, it was perfect. She loved everything about you, and your body. She was obsessed actually. She ran a finger down to trace your folds before she looked back up at you to gauge your expression.
“You see all this wetness? It was caused by me.” Renata dipped in a finger, a single finger that curled inside you and rubbed against your g-spot making you squirm and whine softly.
“Ren…”
“I know you want my strap already,” Renata pulled her finger out slowly all the way just so that the tip was still inside, “but you need to beg for it.” She thrusted it back inside all the way, with another finger in addition. You gasped, legs shaking and back slightly arched.
“I do. Ren, please, I need your strap so badly,” you whimpered as she slowly fingered you.
“Yeah? Is that so?”
Her fingers were calloused from years of surviving in Zaun, pumping deftly in your cunt with precision and just the right bit of pace. You were shaking, sweat pebbling at your temples as your face scrunched up in pleasure that threatened to overwhelm you. Her thumb started rubbing slow circles around your clit that earned a throaty moan from you.
“Please, Ren, pl-please.” You stuttered out. “I need you to fuck me silly, please, fuck me.”
“Yeah?” Ren chuckled and leaned closer so her fingers buried deeper making you whimper and grind up, seeking more friction. “You wanna get dicked down, baby?
You nodded at her, eyes glossy with need. Renata didn't tease more than necessary. Maybe that was because she was feeling generous on your wedding night. She tugged her pants down, and dressed down from her clothes to expose her naked body to you. If you weren't already drooling you most definitely were now.
Between her muscular legs was the pink strap, it gleamed under the soft lifting of the room. You couldn't help but stare at her impressive muscle mass. She walked to the edge of the bed, gently grabbing your thighs in her hands.
“You're beautiful, and you're my wife now.” She said as she slowly folded your knees against your chest.
You let out a deep breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding in. You'd waited for this moment your whole life and it needed to be perfect. Renata pushed her hips forward, the strap head sunk between your folds in your tight hole making out the tiniest little mewl of satisfaction.
“I need all of you. Ren, please.” You begged, cheeks glossy.
“All? But can you take it all?” Renata teased, her voice light-hearted as she pulled back and teased your cunt with the shaft of the strap, it dragged down your pussy and rubbed with your clit making you let out a small whine.
“I want it, I want it— please!”
Renata's lips curved in that one knowing smile. “Yeah?”
She pushed forward all the way, slamming into you. You gasped, legs almost springing out of position as she rammed in you. Your moans escaped loud and needy as you held your legs desperately. They trembled in your grip as your pussy stretched to accommodate the girthy shaft of the toy. Renata didn't stop. She reached down and let her mechanical thumb graze your warm clit. Your body jerked.
“Fuck! It's cold!”
“Just lay still, and take me like a good girl. Aren't you my good girl?”
You nodded. “I am, I am, I just…”
“Shh, just take me.”
You didn't argue and let your head tip back and let her fuck you to her heart's content.
“I want everything to be perfect.” Renata told Sevika, her voice firm and held an air of no-nonsense. Her eyes were narrowed, expression stoic. She demanded perfection everywhere and this was no exception.
“Got it, she'll love this.” Sevika put the clipboard aside, holding the office door open for Renata.
“She better, I'm spending a fortune on this.” Renata walked in, her blazer bellowing after her like a cloak. Sevika followed her inside.
“She's lucky to have you.” Sevika murmured.
That softened Renata and she paused for only ten seconds— thinking it over. Were you really? You were a stubborn woman, one that caught Renata’s eyes which was very surprising because she never really thought about marrying someone until she met you. Renata always told herself all the problems in the world were too complicated, and needed someone to handle it all— someone who couldn't afford having weaknesses like… a lover. But now, all of a sudden it didn't feel like a weakness anymore. It felt like strength.
“Thank you.” Renata looked at Sevika.
Sevika, startled by the sudden words of appreciation, looked up, “mmhmm.” She grunted acknowledgement.
Renata had preferred to make the wedding as extravagant as possible, it was possibly just a show she'd put on to show she wasn't nervous. Only that, she was very nervous. She was finally going to be marrying the woman of her life— of course she wanted everything to be perfect. Even the things she couldn't control.
A sudden, sweet voice tore her away from the train of her thoughts. “I hope you're not spending your life savings on this wedding.” You stood there, a little smile on your lips as you leaned against the door frame.
She chuckled, raising her metal arm, extending it for you to relax against her chest— you got the gesture. Renata wasn't a woman of many works, rather actions. You walked up to her, hands wrapping around her perfect waist as you rested your face against her. You could smell her soft perfume, it was always intoxicating in a good way.
“Don't worry about the cost, amor, you deserve the best.”
“You're too good to me.” You mumbled, voice muffled a little, you snuggled deeper against her.
“How can I not be when my soon-to-be wife is so adorable?”
Her words made your cheeks redden. “You're…” you lost your words and didn't care to verbally express yourself any further.
“You could've chosen someone easier.” Renata sat down, pulling you onto her lap. You squeaked a little but then your hands rested against the expanse of her chest, her expensive suit underneath and everything felt perfect.
You leaned in, “you mean someone who doesn't have the anxiety to fuel a small city.”
Renata's grip tightened, out of pure affection of course, “you're not nervous?”
You giggled. “Oh, honey. I am…”
Renata's eyebrows furrowed, worry lacing the slight lines of her face— making her look more stressed than necessary. Your hand found the side of her face, your eyes flickered to her lips before looking back at her eyes, you grinned.
“A little worried about the dress.”
That got a chuckle out of her.
Yup, the wedding would be fine. However, it was the wedding night you were second-most excited about… Renata pinned you to the door the moment the bedroom door closed, her hands already feeling up your wedding gown. You squeaked softly, “Rennnnn!” You whined and giggled as she squeezed your waist. “I've waited so long for this.” She sucked another dark spot onto your skin, marking you as rightfully hers.
Before you knew it, Renata already had you pinned down to the mattress, being deliberately gentle when she took your heels off. She massaged your ankles for a few seconds before she grabbed a hold of your thighs— parting them to make way.
Renata leaned down, “fuck, baby, I can smell your arousal from here.”
Your already red face got redder. “Ren…”
“Shhh, just let me take care of you.” She pulled your white lacy panties down, smirking at the sight of your pussy.
Oh, it was perfect. She loved everything about you, and your body. She was obsessed actually. She ran a finger down to trace your folds before she looked back up at you to gauge your expression.
“You see all this wetness? It was caused by me.” Renata dipped in a finger, a single finger that curled inside you and rubbed against your g-spot making you squirm and whine softly.
“Ren…”
“I know you want my strap already,” Renata pulled her finger out slowly all the way just so that the tip was still inside, “but you need to beg for it.” She thrusted it back inside all the way, with another finger in addition. You gasped, legs shaking and back slightly arched.
“I do. Ren, please, I need your strap so badly,” you whimpered as she slowly fingered you.
“Yeah? Is that so?”
Her fingers were calloused from years of surviving in Zaun, pumping deftly in your cunt with precision and just the right bit of pace. You were shaking, sweat pebbling at your temples as your face scrunched up in pleasure that threatened to overwhelm you. Her thumb started rubbing slow circles around your clit that earned a throaty moan from you.
“Please, Ren, pl-please.” You stuttered out. “I need you to fuck me silly, please, fuck me.”
“Yeah?” Ren chuckled and leaned closer so her fingers buried deeper making you whimper and grind up, seeking more friction. “You wanna get dicked down, baby?
You nodded at her, eyes glossy with need. Renata didn't tease more than necessary. Maybe that was because she was feeling generous on your wedding night. She tugged her pants down, and dressed down from her clothes to expose her naked body to you. If you weren't already drooling you most definitely were now.
Between her muscular legs was the pink strap, it gleamed under the soft lifting of the room. You couldn't help but stare at her impressive muscle mass. She walked to the edge of the bed, gently grabbing your thighs in her hands.
“You're beautiful, and you're my wife now.” She said as she slowly folded your knees against your chest.
You let out a deep breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding in. You'd waited for this moment your whole life and it needed to be perfect. Renata pushed her hips forward, the strap head sunk between your folds in your tight hole making out the tiniest little mewl of satisfaction.
“I need all of you. Ren, please.” You begged, cheeks glossy.
“All? But can you take it all?” Renata teased, her voice light-hearted as she pulled back and teased your cunt with the shaft of the strap, it dragged down your pussy and rubbed with your clit making you let out a small whine.
“I want it, I want it— please!”
Renata's lips curved in that one knowing smile. “Yeah?”
She pushed forward all the way, slamming into you. You gasped, legs almost springing out of position as she rammed in you. Your moans escaped loud and needy as you held your legs desperately. They trembled in your grip as your pussy stretched to accommodate the girthy shaft of the toy. Renata didn't stop. She reached down and let her mechanical thumb graze your warm clit. Your body jerked.
“Fuck! It's cold!”
“Just lay still, and take me like a good girl. Aren't you my good girl?”
You nodded. “I am, I am, I just…”
“Shh, just take me.”
You didn't argue and let your head tip back and let her fuck you to her heart's content.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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