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It was rare Say’ri got to relax very much anymore. Being the Empress of Chon’sin she had so much responsibility. There was very little time for anything else. But it was something she wouldn’t give up for the world. There were two things like that in her life: Her country, and her beautiful new wife Tiki.
It didn’t matter to either of them that Tiki was a Manakete, even though that meant she would outlive Say’ri significantly; or even that they were both women. They loved each other, they had for a long time. They had fought together side by side many times, and they came to care very deeply for each other. Say’ri would do anything for the Manakete, and once Grima had been defeated and the world had finally quieted down for the time being, they got married.
It wasn’t as though they hadn’t run into problems. Many of Say’ri’s people didn’t want to accept a female Manakete as Say’ri’s spouse. They wanted her to marry a man, be a traditional ruler. And there were a few Manaketes who didn’t want their own princess to marry a human, man or woman. Tiki was one of the last Divine Dragons and not to mention her mother had been Naga, the much beloved Queen of the Manaketes. According to them she needed to mate with a Manakete and try to have dragon children, difficult though it was for Manaketes to reproduce. Even though Tiki, through her mother’s power, had borne a Divine Dragon girl named Marti in the last year. Of course, Naga was all for the marriage. She loved Tiki and wanted her to be happy, and she also found it very funny and cute. But the biggest issue was the issue of inheritance. With Tiki and Say’ri both being women, they could not have children together, and Say’ri would eventually need an heir. And they both knew Tiki’s daughter was unfit, much as they both loved her.
Once the nonsense of the day had been dealt with (another annoying nobleman trying to convince Say’ri that he was a better choice for her than a female Manakete), Say’ri had managed to sneak off into her private bathhouse. Last she had seen her wife, the Manakete was sleeping, her child curled up against her, and Say’ri couldn’t bring herself to wake her up. Tiki enjoyed her naps and Say’ri wanted her to be happy living with her. The Manakete used to live in a forest, and two thousand years ago she had lived with the Hero-King Marth, but before that she had spent a thousand years asleep in a temple because her mother was afraid of her. Say’ri just happened to be married to the most powerful Manakete ever born.
Say’ri sank down into the water, right up to her neck, and tried to enjoy herself. If not for having Tiki around, the stress of ruling Chon’sin alone and having men constantly vying for her attention or hand in marriage and other things would’ve made her have a nervous breakdown. Even tea wasn’t working as well as it used to. And it seemed to be bothering Tiki too, she didn’t like seeing her wife in this kind of state, and that just made Say’ri feel worse.
“Say-Say…” said a soft voice from the entrance. Say’ri froze, but softened as soon as she saw it was just Tiki. Tiki was one of only a few other people besides Say’ri allowed in the bathhouse, and she enjoyed that fact. According to her, Manaketes loved baths. Tiki would sometimes spend hours making sure she was perfectly clean. Right now she was wearing nothing but a towel, carrying a basket containing the sleeping form of her baby. “Do you mind if Marti and I took a bath with you? I was lonely and she’s going to wake up soon,” the Manakete woman said.
“Not at all, Tiki. You’re always welcome,” Say’ri said. Tiki dropped the towel, revealing her stunning body, and slipped into the water, lifting her child out of the basket and sat down next to Say’ri with the baby on her lap. Marti opened her eyes and looked up at her mother. Tiki smiled and cuddled the girl.
“You must be hungry,” Tiki said, placing Marti at her breasts. Though she was a dragon inside, Tiki had milk. Although the girl bit, Tiki still seemed the most content when she nursed her.
“May I hold her?” Say’ri asked once the baby was full.
“Of course.” Tiki handed Say’ri the little Manakete, who didn’t seem too bothered. After all, she could still see her mother, and she always had liked Say’ri. Tiki theorized the little one had heard Say’ri’s voice while she was still in her egg and recognized it. Marti looked just like a miniature version of her mother, and that made Say’ri smile. It made Say’ri sad to realize she’d never live long enough to watch Marti grow up. The child was a purebred Manakete, and they aged slowly. As long as Say’ri lived, Marti would still stay little and cute. She wasn’t even sure the girl would remember her, even though she was sure Tiki would. Tiki leaned over and licked her wife’s face while Say’ri cuddled the baby close to her heart.
Marti yawned again. Say’ri grinned. “She just woke up and she’s ready for another nap, just like her mother. It’s amazing how much she takes after you,” she said. Tiki nodded. “It’s only natural, Say-Say. I am her only biological parent, although you make a fine second mother,” the Manakete replied happily. “Better put her back in her basket then, too. Besides in my arms that’s the only place she likes to sleep.”
Once Marti was safely back in her basket, Say’ri was delighted with the fact that she had the rare opportunity of some alone time with her wife. She was so busy that she and Tiki rarely had any time to themselves. Most of Say’ri’s days were filled with her responsibilities as a ruler and most of Tiki’s days involved her own responsibilities as Naga’s Voice and Marti’s mother. Chances like this were few and far between, much too much for both women’s tastes.
Say’ri looked Tiki over. She loved staring at the Manakete. Tiki was incredibly attractive, Say’ri wasn’t the only one who thought so. She was well-built, had the perfect amount of muscle, and certainly didn’t look like she was over three-thousand years old! She had large, perfect round breasts, although her nipples were dark since she was lactating, and they suited the rest of her. Say’ri believed she was perfect, almost too perfect for someone like her.
“You want something, Say-Say?” Tiki asked in a cute tone. She knew her wife was deciding whether or not to just tackle her right there. “Oh come now, Love. If you want me, take me. It was my turn last time after all, it’s only fair,” she purred.
“I can’t even remember when exactly ‘last time’ was,” Say’ri said.
“I believe it was the night two weeks ago we spent three hours trying to find Marti’s stuffed dragon and wouldn’t stop crying and when we found it we were just so relieved and fell into bed,” Tiki said. Say’ri cuddled against her and put her arm around her. Her fingers on the other hand running across Tiki’s flat belly.
Tiki, with a mischievous grin, took the hand that was tracing her and brought it to her mouth and began licking and suckling on Say’ri’s fingers. Say’ri enjoyed it, she just let the Manakete continue. As soon as she was done playing with Say’ri’s hand, Tiki pulled her wife down on top of her and kissed her on the lips. Say’ri’s hands cupped the Manakete’s large, full breasts and gently began to knead them. Beads of milk began to leak from Tiki’s nipples. Say’ri broke the kiss to lap at her wife’s chest.
“That’s it, Say-Say, you’re so gentle,” Tiki purred as Say’ri began to suckle her left breast. Before she had met Tiki, Say’ri had never imagined doing that to another woman, but she was the one who liked doing it to Tiki. The Manakete would nibble at her breasts sometimes, but she wasn’t as good as it as Say’ri. Say’ri would give long sweeping licks, swirl her tongue around Tiki’s tender nipples, and just plain suckle to her heart’s content.
Say’ri left her right hand on Tiki’s other breast, squeezing and playing, rubbing the nipple, cupping and kneading the large mound of flesh. She ran her left hand down Tiki’s flat tummy, her fingers caressing, making the dragon woman murr with delight. Say’ri again wished so much she and Tiki could have children, that she could feel a baby Manakete kick and move inside her wife. She had loved feeling Marti move and grow inside Tiki.
“Are you alright, Say’ri?” Tiki asked, sensing her wife’s sudden sadness.
Say’ri sighed. “Yeah, just thinking about the inheritance again. I love you dearly, and I’m not sorry I married you, but I can’t help but remind myself that we cannot reproduce together. Sometimes I wish I were a man…or that you were a man,” she said.
“I have told you over and over. There may yet be a way. There is magic that can do things, or I could ask my mother for assistance. Don’t underestimate the Queen of the Manaketes. If anyone can bless us with a little one, she could. I mean, she gave me a baby when I was a virgin, why can’t she give us one with two mothers? I would very much like to have a piece of you that will live on too, truly I would. And I wouldn’t mind having to be pregnant again. If there is a way, we will find it,” Tiki said.
“I know. I will drop the subject,” Say’ri said before she went right back to trying to entertain Tiki, but it was clear the Manakete wasn’t into it anymore. Maybe the thought was bothering her too? “Tiki, are you alright?”
“Say’ri, I want to return to Ylisse. I want to see Nowi. I have a feeling she will need me, her child will be born soon. We can visit Naga’s shrine, I can personally ask her if she can help us. I’m sorry, but I can’t continue right now. I promise, we will have next time,” Tiki said. Say’ri nodded sadly, but she knew if there was even a small chance at their dream, it would be worth the wait.