"You're a mess," Medb giggled, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief as she took in Scáthach's sweat-soaked form.
Scáthach, with a tired smirk, leaned on her spear. Her long, dark crimson hair stuck to her neck, and her scarlet eyes gleamed in the fading light. "And what's that supposed to mean?" she retorted, breathing heavily from her training session.
Medb sauntered closer, her long pink hair billowing behind her like a soft cloud. "Just that you look like you've been wrestling with the gods themselves," she said, reaching out to trace a bead of sweat down Scáthach's muscular arm. "And you know how much I adore a challenge."
The air grew thick with unspoken desire as Medb's gaze drifted over the warrior's sculpted physique, lingering on the sizable bulge between her legs. She licked her lips, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Perhaps it's time for some... personal training," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr.
Scáthach raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth quirking up. Despite her exhaustion, she felt a familiar stirring within her. The thought of Medb's delicate touch on her battle-hardened body was an exquisite torture. "Is that so?" she challenged, her voice dropping to a low rumble that sent shivers down Medb's spine.
Medb's eyes darkened with desire as she stepped closer, her hand sliding from Scáthach's arm to her waist. "Oh, indeed," she breathed, her fingers inching downward to the base of the cock that stood proudly against her wife's thigh. "You've been so focused on training others, I think it's time I reminded you of the... pleasures of home."
With a swift move that belied her weariness, Scáthach spun Medb around, pressing her against the cold stone wall of their chamber. Her crimson-tipped cock grazed Medb's thigh, eliciting a gasp from the queen. "And what kind of training did you have in mind?" she growled, her grip tightening on Medb's waist as she leaned in, her hot breath fanning over the queen's neck.
Medb's heart raced as she tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to Scáthach's hungry gaze. "The kind that ends with a victory," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "One that fills me with your seed and makes our bond even stronger."
Scáthach's eyes narrowed, the hunger in them unmistakable. "Then it seems I have a challenge to accept," she said, her voice a dark promise as she claimed Medb's mouth in a bruising kiss, their tongues dancing together in a silent declaration of war and passion.
The room was filled with the scent of sweat and desire as the two powerful women began to strip each other, their movements a dance of dominance and submission. Medb's hands roamed over Scáthach's chest, tracing the curves of her breasts before sliding down to grasp her cock, stroking it to full hardness.
The warrior's breath hitched, and she pulled away, panting. "Not yet," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "We have to make it to the bed first."
Medb's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Is that so?" she whispered, stepping aside and gesturing to the large, fur-covered bed that dominated the room. "Then let's not keep the prize waiting."
The tension grew as they moved together, the anticipation of their union a palpable force in the air. With a grace that belied their earlier playfulness, they tumbled onto the bed, limbs entangling as they explored each other's bodies with greedy hands and eager mouths.
Medb arched her back as Scáthach's mouth found her nipple, sucking and teasing it to a peak. "More," she moaned, her voice a siren's call that made Scáthach's cock throb with need.
Scáthach's eyes gleamed with determination as she positioned herself between Medb's spread legs, her cock poised at the entrance to her queen's welcoming warmth. "As you wish," she murmured, and with one swift motion, she filled her wife completely, their bodies joining as one.
Their rhythm grew erratic, a symphony of passion that resonated through the very stones of Dún Scáith. The room was alive with the sounds of their love - the slap of skin on skin, the moans of pleasure, the gasps of breath that grew increasingly ragged.
Medb's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the first stirrings of her climax. "Claim me," she begged, her nails digging into Scáthach's back.
And claim her she did. With each powerful thrust, Scáthach staked her claim, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, each stroke bringing them closer to the edge of ecstasy.
The world outside their chamber ceased to exist as they were lost in their love, a love that transcended the bounds of their mortal forms, a love that was as fierce and unyielding as the battles Scáthach had fought. Medb's legs wrapped around Scáthach's waist, her heels digging into the warrior's back, urging her deeper, faster, her golden eyes never leaving Scáthach's intense scarlet gaze.
Scáthach's own pleasure grew, her thrusts becoming more urgent, each one punctuated by a grunt of exertion. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a primal music that seemed to echo through the ages. Medb's moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared her peak.
"Fuck me, warrior," Medb panted, her voice a desperate plea. "Make me yours. Make me carry your child."
The words hit Scáthach like a bolt of lightning, igniting a fiery need within her. She groaned, her hips moving with a newfound urgency, driven by the desire to fulfill her wife's wish, to plant the seed of their legacy deep within her. Her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel the orgasm building, the pressure at the base of her cock growing unbearable.
And then it washed over them, a wave of pleasure so intense it seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. Medb's walls tightened around Scáthach, her body convulsing as she screamed out her release. Scáthach followed, her cock pulsing as she filled Medb with her warmth, a declaration of love and possession that went beyond words.
As they lay there, panting and entwined, the aftershocks of their union rippling through their bodies, Scáthach felt a sense of peace that she had not known in a long time. Her eyes searched Medb's face, finding the queen's gaze soft and sated. "We shall see if the gods favor us," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress against Medb's skin.
Medb's smile was pure contentment as she nestled closer, her hand sliding down to rest on Scáthach's stomach. "And if they do," she whispered, "we shall raise a child who will make even the gods envious of our love."
The promise of new life grew between them, a bond forged not just in passion but in the quiet moments of love and hope that followed. As the shadows deepened and the night claimed them, the two powerful women drifted off to sleep, their bodies still connected, their hearts beating as one.