Unlike earlier, now Mareen didn't need a lot of guidance. In fact, her tongue slid into Elio's mouth first.
Elio's met hers and they battled for a while before she pulled away and said, "This kiss is so delicious."
It sounded weird, but it was true. The kiss had both an ice-cream and a chicken nugget flavour to it. And the smell too, even though the scent from the bloody soda was prevalent.
He smiled at her and started boasting, "What else did you expect? It's me we're talking about, after all."
"No. It's not you. It's the ice-cream and the... What are they?" she asked, gesturing to the McLonald's bucket.
"Chicken nuggets! I think I told you their name, didn't I?"
"You did. It's the nangets bit I was forgetting."
Elio burst out laughing. "It's not nangets, dammit! It's nuggets."
"Nuggets?"
"Yeah! Nuggets."
"They're delicious."
"Of course they are. Not as delicious as your lips though."
Her cheeks were already flushed red from the kissing, but his words made them even redder.
Her lips twitched as if she wanted to say something to return the compliment, but then no words came out.
She just leaned forward and their lips smacked against each other again, their tongues resuming the earlier battle.
This steamy battle soon spread to the other parts of the body.
Elio felt her hands roaming down his chest, past his abdomen, then further down and down.
Another throb went through his dick with anticipation.
Elio expected Mareen to take off his trousers, but she instead pushed her hand inside and fished his snake out, gently stroking its head as if to sooth it from the rage that had gotten it throbbing.
In retaliation, Elio's hands found her boobs and he fondled them gently, squeezing from time to time like an avocado buyer checking if the fruit was ripe.
It was. Soft, yet perky. Hot. Burning. His hands could feel the warmth through the fabric of her dress.
He craved more of this heat, the reason he tugged at the laces holding her dress together, losing them and pulling the dress down to reveal her beautiful round breasts with pointy pink nipples.
If their lips weren't against each other, Elio would have started sucking on these beautiful pink nipples of hers.
Instead, the tips of his fingers were the ones which found these beautiful pointy pink nipples and caressed them for a while, then, taking them between his thumb and index fingers, he started pinching them one by one.
Mareen gave a direct response to this, letting out a muffled moan. "Oh, yes!"
They were still sitting on the edge of the bed while all this played out. Mareen rose a little and threw one of her legs across Elio's lap, sitting astride him afterwards.
All this while, her hand had not left Elio's dick. She was still caressing it.
All this while, her dress was only partially down, exposing only her upper body.
As the kissing and stroking and caressing and pinching intensified, Mareen's moans turned into a stream that was complimented by Elio's grunts of pleasure.
"I can't wait any longer," shouted Mareen, out of breath. "I want you inside of me already."
"What are you waiting for then?" replied Elio, his voice in the same state. Hoarse and ragged.
Mareen was already sitting astride his lap, his dick in her hand. All she had to do was lift her dress and take off her undergarments.
Her left hand was clinging to Elio's neck for support as the right one battled with the undergarments.
By the time Elio considered assisting her, she was already done, the undergarments flying into the corner of the chamber, her right hand reaching for Elio's dick once again.
She grabbed it and pushed it up her wet pussy.
"Ah! Oh, god!" she moaned loudly as the tight walls of her pussy contracted against Elio's hard dick.
A grunt of pleasure escaped his lips too. "You're fucking so tight!" He told her.
"And you're fucking so big!" she replied.
Elio's hands reached for her hips and pushed them downward, making her arch her back as if to escape the sword that was sinking deep into her wet tunnel.
She clung to him like never before, slowly raising her hips and bringing them down, up and down and up and down until the rhythm slowly took a quick pace, her moans getting louder and more frequent.
Elio pulled away his hands from her hips, using the right one the prop himself and enjoyed as she danced over his lap.
He winced as she pulled onto his short red hair, his blue eyes locked with her grey ones as her brunette hair danced at the rhythm she was bouncing on.
Her pointy breasts rubbed against his chest and sometimes his face as she bounced up and down, sensations spreading throughout his body and bursting into shrapnels of pleasures.
'Life is so sweet!' was all he had to say about what was happening.
To think this was his Queen. To think that bastard Versei had dared to insult her. He will make sure no one else would ever dare do such a thing.
Eventually, the arm Elio was using to prop himself with got tired and he fell on his back.
Mareen fell with him, but she threw herself upward again, tossed her hair in the air, her head backward as she intensified the rhythm.
It was as if she was on a galloping horse, letting out a moan with each bounce.
Elio pulled at her dress and threw her arms in the air to allow him to pull it upward and off her body.
There was something so satisfying about seeing her entire body exposed, petite in nature but also otherworldly.
His hands reached for her breasts once again and he fondled and squeezed and pinched as she bounced up and down, earning louder moans from her.
"Oh, fuck yes! Oh my fucking god!"
As the steamy battle intensified, her pale body slowly acquired a crimson hue, glowing as if she was ripe.
And that's when Elio felt the tension building within his groin. Soon or later, he was going to erupt.
That's why he grabbed her hips and started rocking his as he thrust into her at a pace only the gods could match.