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After that you spent your days with your children, often having a new one by the time the next one rolled around. Though every year when you questioned him about what he wanted for a gift he never did quite give you an answer. 

You typically gifted him something he could use. New clothing, scabbards, weapons, or with input from the children in what they wanted to give their father.

This year you took matters into your own hands. 

“When you said you had a gift this was not what I was expecting,” he stated, the door shutting behind him quickly, barring it to prevent anyone from disturbing the pair of you.

You sat up slightly, wearing nothing except the grin that filled your face, “Yes it was,” you argued. The sheet that had been pulled over your chest to cover your chest slipping down to lay in your lap. 

He shook his head as he began to unbutton his doublet. You made a hum on approval which caused his fingers to work faster, but not fast enough in your own opinion. 

“If you take any longer husband I will have to get myself started.” You pushed the covers away fully exposing yourself causing the man’s cock to harden even further, as your legs spread presenting the glory that he was eager to be inside.

“You are a vixen,” he muttered, tossing his boot halfway across the room, hitting something, but neither of you seemed to truly care. 

“You loved that about me,” you countered, your fingers trailing your belly before dipping in between your folds. You let out that sound you knew drove him wild as your fingers gathered your slickness circling your clit slowly. 

“Wait for me!” your husband hissed continuing to try and undress himself, but you ignored him. 

“Be faster,” you moaned, your head dipping back as you played with your cunt. 

“Sevens fucks,” he muttered, stumbling slightly over his pants and breeches as he kicked both to the floor before finally having freed himself from his clothes. He moved quickly crawling up the bed until he was over you.

He snatched your hand out from in between your legs holding in between the pair of you as he trapped you in between his muscular thighs on either side of your hips. “I told you to wait,” he told you. 

You only grinned up at him. He shook his head before opening his mouth and pulling your hand into the warmth, “This tastes better than any sweets could,” he told you, his tongue moving around your fingers cleaning them fully. 

Once he deemed he was done he grabbed your arm leading it above your head before he did the same to the other, wrapping his left hand around your wrists as he stroked himself with his right. 

“I told you to wait, and now you are going to pay the consequences.”

You rolled your eyes, and opened your mouth to retort, but instead he leaned down pressing his mouth to yours. He used your surprise to his advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moaned slightly as you could taste yourself on him. 

Maekar pulled away so he could look at your face. He watched your face contort as he slipped himself into your drooling hole with one thrust. You tried to fight against him to free your hands, but he was stronger, holding both down with ease. 

“Maekar,” you whined, wanting to run your hand down the muscles of his back. 

He didn’t reply, only beginning to move his hips against yours. He withdrew himself only completely, before slamming down into you harshing causing your eyes to roll back, “No insolent remark now, dear wife?” he asked, fucking into you brutally continuously. 

You tried to form a coherent remark, you tried to say something that would cause him to roll his eyes or perhaps even deliver a smack across your ass, but you were so full of your husband you could not truly think of anything but him. 

Him and his cock that was currently fucking you so deliciously you were sure that you could have finished just from this alone, but you knew he would not allow you to get off that easy for disobeying him. 

The wet sound of him fucking in and out of your cunt paired with the noise of his flesh slapping against yours. He finally freed your hand, but you hardly had any time to acknowledge the fact before he was flipping the pair of you over without ever withdrawing himself. 

You now sat above him, stilling for only a moment before you took over grinding your hips down against his. He leaned back with a pleased smirk on his lips, his arms moved behind his head as you watched his biceps flex, “Give me my gift, jorrāeliarzy ñuha.”

Your hands braced themself against the faded scars of his chest, your nails digging crescents into his pale skin. ‘You look so fucking beautiful like this,” he told you. 

You knew exactly what he meant. Wrecked. Your hair no doubt disheveled your eyes almost fully blown as you used his cock to chase your release. 

You dug your nails further into him response causing him to hiss slightly, but he still did not move his hands from behind his head as he watched you fuck yourself down onto him. 

“You’re close.”

It wasn’t a question, but a mere observation. He knew you. He knew your body better than he did his own, and could no doubt map it out with his eyes closed if he ever needed too. 

You only nodded in response, moving your hips quicker, your clit rubbing against the hair at the base of his cock. Your head tilted back slightly as you coil felt the coil in your belly almost ready to snap, your thighs shaking slightly on either side of his hips. 

“My pretty wife is going to cum all over my cock. Such a great nameday gift,” he cooed, his voice half mocking, but you hardly cared. 

“Oh, Maekar,” you cried, as you finally felt your orgasm wash over you. 

Your entire body felt boneless, as the white hot feeling of relief filled your body to the brim, your vision going blurry. Your husband immediately shot forward from his laxed position, his arms wrapping around your back holding you to him. 

He took over, letting you go limp against him as he fucked up into you through your high until you felt his cock twitch inside you moments later filling you with his seed for the countless time. 

He did not stop there, thrusting up into you lazily, as his spent slowly began to drip out the sides no doubt making a mess, but neither of you cared. You clenched around him, tears of over stimulation gathering in your eyes as he began to reharden. 

“Happy nameday, Maekar,” you mumbled, but sounded slightly slurred as if you were drunk off cock. 

“You are the best gift, my love,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Now why don’t you be a good wife and get on your hands and knees.”

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