The soft sounds of summer filled the air as Antonio and Ro strolled through the palace gardens, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves above them. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the rolling fields and woods that surrounded the Apollonian castle. It was the perfect afternoon—warm, peaceful, and with just enough privacy for the couple to steal a few quiet moments alone—especially since they had just returned from their honeymoon.
"I can't remember the last time I enjoyed taking a stroll through the gardens this much," Antonio remarked, his voice soft as he glanced at Ro, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back. "I guess it's all because I get to share it with you now, my wife."
Ro smiled at him with matching adoration, her fingers entwined with his as they walked, the scent of the flowers and fresh grass filling the air.
"Let's go to the greenhouse," she glanced over to the large glass building on their left.
Antonio could tell Ro had grown really fond of the greenhouse since her first day on the palace grounds. This glass enclosure mimicked her island not only with its array of similar plants and flowers but also provided that quiet tranquil environment that one would find in an inhabited island, thanks to the thick glass it was built from. It had become a small slice of paradise for Ro to relive some of her favourite island memories, like taking care of the island roses or picking the ripest figs off the grand fig tree that had also become one of her favourite climbing spots.
Having missed the taste of fresh figs while she was on a ship for months, Ro decided now was a better time than ever to satisfy the deep craving for her favourite fruit.
However the nearest branch had grown past her reach in the few months she had been away. Even in her heels, her fingers barely touched it.
"Allow me," Antonio tried reaching for the fig himself, but it had grown past his reach as well.
Ro chuckled, watching him struggling to reach. "I'll just have to climb the tree."
"That won't be necessary."
"Oh!" Ro wasn't ready when Antonio lifted her off the ground without warning, earning a cheerful laugh from her as he settled her on his shoulders.
"Think you can reach it now?"
"I can!"
One by one Ro picked the ripest of the figs from all the branches she could reach until her hands were full. Antonio gently set her back on the ground and looked at the bounty of figs in her arms.
"Want one?" Ro held out a fig to him.
Antonio smiled, "That seems to be the biggest one you picked. I want you to have it."
"Thank you, but I don't mind. Take it." Ro insisted.
Antonio didn't really have the heart to tell her he didn't particularly like figs, despite how abundant they were in his kingdom. He took the one she offered regardless, not wanting to upset her feelings.
By the time he held the fruit to his mouth, Ro had already devoured at least a couple figs from the bunch. Bright pink juice coated the sides of her mouth and ran down her chin, her neck, disappearing into the cleavage between her breasts and soaking parts of her dress with it.
He didn't know why this very sight made his heart beat faster. How could she make something as innocent as eating figs look so erotic?
Noticing his gaze lingering on her, Ro realized and looked at the fruit stains on her skin and dress, running down her sleeves. Mild concern appeared on her face.
"Don't worry, it's a lovely sight." Antonio commented, shifting closer to her. "Really lovely."
"No…please," Ro resisted as he pulled her close to his chest. "You shouldn't touch me right now, or you'll get stains on your shirt as well!"
Antonio quickly let her go. "You're right."
Ro had to swallow a lump in her throat as she watched her husband start to unbutton his shirt, gradually exposing his chest. Months of sailing and living in the wilderness of her island had left him with a toned and tanned physique. It was a sight that had Ro blushing furiously at even the tiniest glimpse.
And now that the upper part of his body was completely bare before her, Ro felt that familiar heat start to engulf her. "Why…did you…" she cleared her throat. "W-Why did you take the shirt off?"
"I thought it'd be the easiest way to not get any stains on it." Antonio smirked, hooking his shirt to a small branch of a tree nearby.
"But are you even going to eat the figs?" Ro protested, blushing furiously.
"I was going to…but…." Antonio caressed her cheek, inching his face closer to kiss the corner of her lips. "You just happen to look a lot more delicious…and I want a taste."
"Antonio!" Ro hissed as he dipped his mouth onto her neck, kissing it tenderly yet with primal pace fueled by intense desire.
"We're outside!" she warned.
"I know, and there's a certain thrill to it..." he murmured along the skin of her exposed shoulder before lightly sinking his teeth onto the sensitive flesh. Ro bit back a moan, her eyes wandering to the gates of the greenhouse that were left ajar, enough for her to catch a glimpse of the royal guards patrolling the palace grounds.
She really had to do her best to stay quiet, but it was proving to be rather difficult when Antonio ran his tongue down her chin and neck, cleaning up the remnants of fig juice and pulp that lingered on her skin. She suppressed a moan when he pressed his face into her cleavage, his warm, eager fingers starting to lift her skirt up.
"No way, are we actually going to — right here?" Ro breathed, "There's guards right outside the greenhouse!"
Antonio's grin widened, his lips brushing against the flaming tip of her ear. "Then we'll just have to be very quiet," he whispered, giving her ass a firm squeeze underneath her skirt.
Ro shivered at his words, her body already responding to the heat between them when she felt his thumb toying with her clit through the soaked fabric of her panties. He then pushed the fabric aside to dip a finger into her silken folds, spreading her wetness in teasingly slow circles.
"Antonio, please…don't make me wait." Ro nestled her face into his chest to refrain herself from making any audible moans. She threw her shoes off; the tiles were cold beneath her feet and the aroma of sweet figs and her arousal filled the air as Antonio pumped his fingers in and out of her, pressing her back against the trunk of the fig tree. Pulling his fingers out, he licked them clean. "You're such a treat, my wife."
"And you're such a tease!"
Antonio chuckled, he couldn't deny he really did like to tease her until she'd beg for it. Taking his cock out of his pants and giving it a few strokes, he lifted her slightly to position himself between her legs, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pushed into her with one slow, deliberate thrust. Ro gasped, her body arching against the tree as he filled her completely, the sensation of him inside her sending a rush of heat through her that left her breathless.
The thrill of the moment, the knowledge that they could be discovered any second, only heightened the intensity of their connection. Ro's hands clutched at his shoulders, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Antonio began to move, his pace slow and deliberate at first, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body.
The thought of getting caught seemed distant now, the rustle of the leaves and the chirping of the birds blending into the background as they moved together, their bodies in perfect sync. Antonio's hands gripped her hips tightly, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered her name, his voice thick with desire.
Ro's heart raced, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment as she felt the tension building inside her, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. The sensation of the rough tree against her back, the cool breeze lapping her skin, and the heat of Antonio's body pressing against hers all blended into one overwhelming rush of pleasure.
"Antonio," she gasped, her voice trembling with both pleasure and the thrill of the moment. "I'm getting close…"
Antonio chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured, "Then you better come quietly, my love."
With that, he quickened his pace, each thrust deeper and more urgent than the last, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he drove them both toward release. Ro bit her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, the sensation of Antonio moving inside her overwhelming her senses. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as she arched her back, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The sound of their bodies moving together and the soft murmur of the wind through the trees created an intoxicating symphony of sensation. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her, the tightness in her core building with every movement, her need for him growing with every second.
Antonio's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. "Your pussy feels so good, Ro." he groaned softly, his voice thick with desire. "Pulpy and juicy. Just like the fucking figs!"
Ro tried to suppress her laughter, her body trembling as she clung to him, her fingers curling into his hair. The pressure inside her was building rapidly, the slow burn of pleasure turning into something more intense, more uncontrollable. The sensation of him filling her, the roughness of his movements, and the thrill of being exposed out in the open—where anyone could stumble upon them—made the pleasure almost unbearable. Each thrust sent a shiver of heat through her, the ache between her legs growing more desperate as she teetered on the edge of release.
"Antonio," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper as she clutched at his shoulders, her body trembling with the force of her need. "I'm... I'm going to—"
"I know," Antonio murmured against her neck, his voice rough with passion as he quickened his pace, his hips slamming against hers with a force that made her cry out, the sound barely muffled as she bit down on her lip. "Let go, my love. Let it all go."
With one final, deep thrust, Antonio drove them both over the edge. Ro's body convulsed beneath him, her release crashing over her in wave after wave of intense pleasure, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she clung to him, her entire body trembling. Antonio followed her moments later, his own release hitting him with a force that left him breathless, his groan low and deep as he spilled into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
For a moment, the world around them seemed to stand still, the only sound the ragged breathing of their entwined bodies as they came down from the intensity of their shared pleasure. Antonio's hands loosened their grip on her hips, his touch becoming softer, more tender as he gently lowered her back down to the ground, his forehead resting against hers as they both tried to catch their breath.
Ro's legs felt weak, her body trembling as she leaned into Antonio's embrace, her heart still racing as the aftershocks of their release rippled through her. The soft rustle of the leaves overhead, the distant call of birds, and the warmth of Antonio's body pressed against hers created a sense of calm in the wake of their passion.
Antonio smiled down at her, his hands still resting on her hips as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "You're just so amazing," he whispered, his voice filled with both awe and affection.
Ro smiled weakly, her breath still uneven as she leaned into him, her fingers lightly brushing the back of his neck. "And you," she whispered back, her voice trembling with affection, "are impossible!"
Antonio chuckled softly, his hands sliding up to cup her face as he kissed her again, this time slower, gentler, as though savouring the moment. "That may be," he murmured against her lips, his voice warm and filled with love, "but you wouldn't have me any other way."
Ro laughed softly, her heart swelling with affection as she kissed him back, her body still humming with the afterglow of their shared release. "No," she agreed, her voice soft and filled with love. "I wouldn't."
They stayed like that for a moment longer, wrapped in each other's arms, the tranquillity of the greenhouse around them creating a cocoon of intimacy that made the world beyond feel far away. The risk of discovery, the thrill of the moment, had passed, but the closeness they shared remained, deepening the bond between them.
Finally, with a soft sigh, Antonio stepped back, his hands gently smoothing down her skirts as he helped her regain her composure. Ro blushed slightly, the heat of their passion still fresh in her mind as she straightened her gown, her heart still fluttering in her chest.
As they got dressed, Ro took a look around her surroundings. "I must say…I'll never be able to look at this fig tree the same way."
Antonio grinned, "Just like how I'll never be able to eat figs again without thinking about your—"
"Okay!" Ro laughed, "I think we should probably head back…before someone actually does come looking for us."
Antonio offered her his arm, "We definitely should…though I can't wait to be back here. With you."
Ro blushed, wrapping her arms around his and resting her head on his shoulder. "Me too, my husband. Me too."