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Blow the Festivities Away
🕑 Added 2024-08-17 02:31:34 +0000 UTCDonning the guise of Marle and spending time mingling with the commoners was one of Queen Nadia's favorite things to do. Guardia was a peaceful Kingdom, had been for quite a few years now, especially since her marriage and coronation. Why, it had only taken a single time for Crono to have a talk with the authorities of Porre for them to desist from their plans for conquering the continent. Crono's little chat with Dalton was super convincing without him needing to say a single word, even!
Giggling to herself, Marle adventured into Leene Square, where the festivities would be held once again. The five year anniversary of the adventure to save the world had come and gone, silently, nobody would ever know about it and it was for the best that no one ever did, and now all that remained were the festivities for the Kingdom's anniversary.
Crono had already gone ahead. While he was a vastly more recognizable figure than Marle in disguise due to his extremely eyecatching spiky red hair, he somehow had the ability to go unnoticed in the middle of a crowd, sometimes it seemed like unless he approached someone and prompted them to talk, people just wouldn't see him. Well, except for Marle herself of course.
She had trained herself to be able to pick up her husband even from a crowd of impersonators, if need be!
Walking around Leene Square, Marle appreciated the festivities, stopping at a stall to have a skewer of meat of dubious origin, play a shooting game where she walked away with a wrist-band attached little plush doll, and even observed a performance from the singing robot, Gato. She also absently noticed the fact that Guardia was slowly but surely improving its level of technology. Giving Lucca and her father all that they asked and more had paid off massively.
Robots were going around and about, picking up and collecting trash, and there were even little robots spreading around balloons and such, entertaining children as they walked around.
But what was bothering Marle was that she couldn't find her husband anywhere. They did say they'd meet up... she remembered the very spot she first met him, when they crashed into each other. It was a very fond memory, even if immediately after had been a bit of a traumatic experience as she was thrown into the past, the very first time she traveled through time had been rather harrowing.
Reminiscing fondly was distracting her from the objective, which was to find Crono. Right, he wasn't at any of the places she half expected him to be at. He had a competitive streak a mile wide, and could usually be seen participating in the many fair games available, whether it be a competition to drink soda cans as fast as possible without burping, undertaking one of the many fighting challenges, or any other of the myriad opportunities to win prizes that he would then heap upon Marle.
Even to this day, the King of Guardia went out of his way to gather toys and prizes to gift to the people he liked.
Marle slapped his cheeks. Right, she wasn't a silly and foolish little girl whose father didn't allow her the freedom to mature anymore, she was an adult woman now, she couldn't just spend all her time wiggling in place with her face red thinking about how wonderful and amazing and great and cool and totally sexy her husband was, especially when he decided he wanted to cook her some fish and went diving in a river shirtless and-
Slapping herself again, Marle chastised herself for being a pervert and thinking about stuff like that in the middle of a fair. What would people say if they knew their Queen to be a pervy woman who couldn't get her mind off of her husband's glistening abs, or the contours of his arms, how his biceps bulged as he raised a huge fish above his head, or the bulge of his trunks protruding out, making Marle salivate-
She stuck a skewer in her mouth and bit down on it, the salty flavor of the dubious meat bringing her back to reality.
Alright, she had to find her husband and take him to some quiet corner somewhere, she hadn't gotten any that morning and she was a voracious lover at the best of times. No more time to waste!
A woman on a mission, Marle pushed past a small crowd of people who had gathered to watch a play put on by some troupe of wandering artists, some crazy story about a shallow and superficial woman teaming up with a monkey of a boy and going on adventures together. Rolling her eyes as she walked away, she wondered who came up with such crazy things.
Not far from the main square, walking down and around the expanded walls that started to mix the square with the town around it, she began walking along one of the alleyways created by the expanding and ever growing number of stalls set up for the festival, and as she did, she turned a corner and noticed him at last.
The familiar spikes of red hair gave him away immediately. No matter how much he had changed, a little taller, a little bigger, slightly more tan, with his facial features a little more pronounced, sharp and dare she say, more handsome than ever. Adjusting her ponytail to make sure it was firmly put in place and tugging on her top to ensure that it fit properly, stretched as it was over a chest considerably more developed than the last time she'd worn her festival outfit, she began walking with purpose towards Crono.
He was standing behind a wall that was about level with his navel, a bit closer to Marle's chest from the height difference between them, and he was resting one of his arms on it.
The first thing she noticed when she got close was that he was looking a little flushed and was sweating a bit.
"Hey, Crono!" she said, as she approached him, only a layer of bricks and mortar between them. She offered him a wide and bright smile, and he seemed to tense before turning to face her, as he'd been looking down and to the side for some reason.
Turning to her, his surprise made itself obvious immediately. Crono might not be much for words, but he could communicate quite well, and that wide eyed stare of surprise where it seemed like his eyes would just about pop out of his skull always made her laugh.
"Fancy seeing you here," she said, crossing her arms and pulling back a little, turning her face to the right and sending a side glance at him. "If I didn't know any better, I would say that you were trying to avoid me for some reason... but there's no way you would abandon your lovely wife to go walking around the festival alone, would you?"
Crono nodded frantically, and Marle smiled.
Of course he wouldn't.
Right?
While he wasn't quite as red as his hair, Crono looked quite red indeed, and it was actually perhaps a little worrying. "Are you okay over there? You're looking pretty flushed, maybe you've been out in the sun too long," Marle said, uncrossing her arms and leaning forward, looking at him closer. "Also do you hear a weird noise? It's like someone's eating something close by, but there's nobody here aside from us," she said, looking around, and indeed, in that little alley that wasn't really a good way to get anywhere and was just a byproduct of poor planning from some stall owners, there was nobody, and due to the blind turns on both ends, nobody was even close.
Once more, Crono nodded repeteadly, quickly and with quite a feeling of urgency. He also raised the hand that was on the wall and gave her a thumbs up.
"Hmm! Okay, if you say so," Marle said, "hey... this place seems pretty private, and I was thinking," she moaned, "how about I hop on over the wall, and we use the privacy for, you know," she said, wagging her eyebrows at him.
Crono shook his head then, his hand waving back and forth as if to ward her off of the idea.
"Oh come on I've not been fighting big bad monsters lately but I haven't lost THAT much athletic ability!" Marle said. "I'm sure I can clear this little wall with just one hop," she said.
Crono scratched his head, then he seemed to have a bright idea, he always lit up like there was a torch behind his eyes whenever he thought of something clever. He leaned over the wall and with his arm, captured Marle, pushing her towards him as well, he pressed his body against the wall and Marle felt herself being pulled towards it as well.
Not a moment too soon, her white outfit was stained with the dust on the bricks but she closed her eyes and relaxed into her husband's grip as he tilted her head and mashed his lips to hers, in a sweet and loving kiss, almost the image of a chaste and loving kiss between spouses, not too dissimilar from their kiss at the altar... but well, the similarities stopped there because he stuck his tongue in her mouth.
This was what Marle wanted from the start, so she leaned into it, just enjoying herself. While in public they had to be prim, proper and follow the rules of manners and etiquette, there in private they could be as wild and sloppy as they wanted to be, and Marle wanted to be very sloppy indeed. Having been a wild and active tomboy trapped in the body of a princess all her life, Marle had unsurprisingly become a wild and ravenous lover when she had finally found someone to share her life with.
Her tongue and Crono's met as equals, their mouths remained connected for a moment before they pulled apart and their tongues danced and intertwined with one another, the wet pink muscles seemingly attempting to tangle themselves with one another, before their lips met again and they were then exploring one another's mouths, licking at each other, inviting one another forward and then taking the invitation one at a time.
Proof to their incredible compatibility and their time together, they didn't miss one beat, Marle's arms threw themselves over Crono's shoulders, he held her by the upper back and the back of her neck, and they kissed so sloppily and so crudely that it almost seemed like there was a third set of lips and tongue, making wet, squishy and naughty sounds.
But there was no way that could be, after all, they were all alone there.
Their kiss separated and they rested their foreheads to one another's. By now Marle's motor was in full gear, and she was as flushed as Crono was.
"Ngnh... I need it," she moaned.
Crono seemed to once again be frantic for some reason, then he seemed to have another idea, pointing down at her crotch first with one finger, then curling his ring finger and pinky entirely while the other two fingers were only slightly curled inwards, forming a curve that was very familiar to Marle, because it was the exact angle she liked when he fingered her pussy.
"Ohh, that's really naughty," she moaned, "you want to masturbate together... out in public," she moaned, "yeah, that..."
She looked deeply into his eyes. The Queen of a Country, in an out of the way alley, in the middle of the festivities, blowing it all off and ignoring it entirely, doing some very naughty play with her husband... He wanted to watch her touch herself.
Plus, it was something they didn't really do much together. Crono was a very attentive and very insistent lover, who always wanted to make sure that she was satisfied and that she never went to bed disappointed. If he wanted her to do this for him, then she'd gladly and with pleasure do it for him.
It's not as if she didn't like the idea either, in fact, it was turning her on even more than her fantasies from before.
His hand lowered and he didn't waste time, making it obvious what he was doing behind the wall by the way his arm moved. Crono's tunic, his commoner disguise, left little to the imagination and she could see his muscles ripple as he began to stroke himself.
Biting her lower lip and observing her husband display his naked desire for her, Marle pulled at the strings holding her pants in place, the puffy white pants becoming loose as she pulled the strings apart and then she let them drop, licking her lips and taking a step back, so Crono could see all of her.
She spread her legs a little and brought her right hand up to her mouth, putting her middle and ring fingers into her mouth, and making as how of sucking and slurping on them, reminding him of every time she had sucked his cock, and more importantly, reminding herself of the great pleasure she had experienced doing so, he was looking to be caught in the same throes of pleasure, losing his mind, as when she sucked him off.
Oh how she loved her husband, adored him really, she had felt the sting of losing him once and that had only strengthened what she felt for him, the feelings developed, forged and tested by the blazes of a battle against an opponent that could not be defeated, when they achieved the impossible together.
Pulling her fingers out of her mouth, coated in her spit, she crouched down, her thumbs hooking on her panties' waistband and pulling them down as she crouched, then looking up at him with a smile as they reached her ankles.
Marle spread her legs, like a butterfly's wings, she might not be as stunning as Ayla but she had grown into a beauty herself, she might never have a huge chest or incredibly thick thighs or super wide hips, but she wore her slim body with pride and style. She knew he loved it, his eyes were glued to her as she reached her pussy, her wet fingers ghosting along her slit.
Her two wet fingers then went past her puffy, peachy outer lips, spreading them just enough to give Crono a glimpse of her wet and pink insides, before she allowed herself to fall back a little, putting a hand back and resting her weight on it, hissing in pleasure as she exposed her full body to him. Her top was hiding basically nothing, she hadn't worn a bra so her nipples were poking right out, and it had been designed and made for her to wear when she was five years younger, it was practically painted on.
"Watch me Crono, watch me and stroke yourself," she moaned, "touch yourself for me, touch yourself over me," she moaned, "I want you to enjoy me, enjoy my body, enjoy watching me touch myself, for you," she said, her entire body trembling as she let out a little moan, her legs slipping slightly, her sandals slightly sliding with a crunchy noise.
Crono did as she requested, his hand was moving faster, with more exaggerated motions. He was clearly very wet with precum, because the sounds he was making were incredibly wet and naughty, and his movements were long and extreme.
"You like that don't you? You like to watch me, huh? I like to watch you too," she moaned, "I like to look in your eyes while I do this, before we married, I'd do it every night, I would moan your name every night, I'd imagine it was you, that it was your tongue, your fingers, your penis inside me, and not my fingers," she spoke.
Her pants and moans were becoming more extremee and less restrained as she began moving, not just her wrist and fingers, but her entire arm. The pinky and pointer finger traced lines around the edges of her mound, where her legs met her crotch, while the two fingers she had in her pussy curled in the same curve Crono had shown her earlier, even though her fingers would never feel as good as his, they were soft, smooth, dainty, not at all rugged and thick like his, it wasn't the same, but it was only driving her desire even further.
Both of them were making extremely wet, naughty and squishy sounds. Marle's eyes were almost rolling to the back of her head, her vision was swimming a little from the overload of desire and lust, but even so she didn't rip her gaze away from Crono's own eyes.
She was shaking so intensely and violently that the ponytail her hair had been drawn up in, the guise she had worn so long ago. She touched herself, for the visual enjoyment of her husband, of the King of Guardia, she the Queen lowered herself to the job of a prostitute, of a stripper, of a showgirl, and she loved it! She loved it so much! She loved the dirty, filthy and free sensation that coursed through her, the pleasure of the dirty act she was performing, she, a Queen, meant to be prim, proper and educated, well manered, refined and elegant...
She, Queen Nadia, in a dirty alley, where anyone could see if they would but just turn a corner, masturbating to the sight of her husband enjoying her, devouring her with his eyes.
"Ahhn, Crono, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, your gaze feels so hot on me, I'm gonna cum just from you watching, you're gonna make me cum just by looking at me, I love you, I love you so much, ahhn, I wish I could feel all that thick hot cum spraying all over my body, I want to feel it, I want to feel you, I want you to fuck me, Crono, Crono, Cronoooo!!!"
Marle's voice was drowned out by a display of fireworks, and so was the sound of her losing control and cumming her highly educated brains out, spraying an absolute shower of a squirt all over the wall dividing the space between her and Crono, the clear fluid spraying like a party popper, like the very fireworks high in the sky, like the feelings in her heart that soared as she looked at her husband, hypnotized and no doubt cumming while observing his own wife cum for him.
Marle's hand failed her, and she fell on her butt, bringing her then free hand to her pussy, one hand busy rapidly rubbing the inside of her pussy, the other, rapidly rubbing at her clit, prolonging and intensifying her orgasm, her entire body shaking and vibrating, and even so, even as he experienced an absolutely mind boggling, brain crushingly potent orgasm, she knew it would pale in comparison to what she would experience if he was inside her.
Panting, breathing so hard that it could be heard even over the last few of the Fireworks shot into the sky, Marle finally allowed herself to calm, giggling nervously, swallowing the thick knot in her throat, though it was hardly the only sound of swallowing that could be heard in the alley.
She looked at her husband, some of it had even reached as far up as him, his hair was a little wet.
He looked down at her, eyes half lidded, and it felt like for a moment, they were back in those days, meeting for the first time, awkwardly fumbling around one another because they didn't know what to do with their feelings.
She managed to struggle up to her feet, using the wall for support, and then she kissed him square in the lips.
When they separated, she looked him deeply in the eyes. "I'm a little dehydrated and my legs feel weak, could you go get me a drink dear?" she asked. "I'll be waiting here," she said.
Crono nodded, and looking more than a little wobbly himself, hopped over the wall and rushed off back into the festival.
She smiled as she watched him go.
"You think he's still convinced I don't know about you?" Marle asked, idly.
A familiar woman with purple hair, wearing a cap and goggles, as well as a leather apron and nothing else, Lucca popped up from behind the wall, her cheeks puffed up and full.
"I still expect you to share that," Marle said, wagging her eyebrows at the purple haired scientist, looking at her with a seductive, half-lid stare.
