"Remember when we first met, Homura-chan?" Madoka said as she gazed rememberingly into the distance.
"I could not live with myself if I did not." Replied Homura "I liked the sound of your name and then you were all like 'let us have a june wedding', those were some good times Homuhomu-chan! Like how long ago was that? At least 5 years in this timeline but you know..."
Homura was almost surprised that Madoka knew the wedding stuff and began to wonder what else she had seen as the goddess of hope but Homura snapped out of her thought when Madoka's silken touch circled on her ticklish belly and Homura curled up a little in a nice way while Madoka leant in to kiss the sensitive dimple on the raven-haired girl's abdomen.
"Mado..." The years of anticipation leading up to this moment made Homura's mind melt and her cheeks burn bright red like Madoka's ribbons.
"This is weird." Madoka tried to get the bit of tummy fluff off her tongue without dribbling all over Homura and started kissing upwards on her body.
"Mmmmhhhhhaaaa!" Homura exclaimed as Madoka nibbled her nipples and she rolled around wildly almost throwing Madoka off of the bed.
"Homura-chan are you okay?" Asked the pinkette.
"More! more!" replied a flushed Homuta "I want you inside me!"
"Would you like anything in particular or?" "I want Madoka all over me." Homuar was vigorously rubbing herself and not actually paying attention to the love of her life.
Madoka shifted down Homura scraggy body tracing her way past surgical scars and magical burns to reach a cloud of dark fuzzy hair signalling that Madoka was about to fall into the deep ravine.
"D'u lik fith?" Asked Madoka with the tongue deeply penetrating the raven haired magical girl's deep darkness.
"Higher." Said Homura still gasping.
Madoka extracted her tongue from Homura's homu hole and fiddled around to reveal the clitoral nub and caressed it. Homura let out a shriek that made Madoka jump.
"No keep going" Gasped Homura as she put her lovers face into her crotch. Madoka ran her tongue through Homura's delicate petals and over her precious bud slurping in Homura's sickly love nectar that was pouring out as Homura rocked her hips in orgasmic ecstasy.
"Your turn." Homura gave a sly wink to Madoka.