One last time tonight

While Alice's magic had kept them both horny and full of energy, they were starting to get a sleepy. After all Alice had been channeling magic all day, and the Queen hadn't exerted herself this much physically in years. Diane however wanted to make the last fuck of the night special. Alice had changed everything for her, and she wanted to show Alice how much that meant

With a gentle hand, Diane coaxed Alice to her feet, leading her to the massive four-poster bed that dominated the room. Alice's green eyes questioned, but Diane silenced her with a finger to her lips.

In the silence of the chamber, Diane's intentions became clear. She guided Alice onto the bed, positioning herself above the young woman. Alice's heart fluttered as Diane's strong, experienced hands explored her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the softness of her thighs. This was different from the fervent fucking of before; this was a dance of tenderness, a slow, intimate grind that spoke of deeper emotions.

Diane's cock, a magnificent extension of her arousal, pressed against Alice's entrance, teasing before it slid inside. Alice gasped at the intrusion, her pussy welcoming the familiar girth with a wet embrace. Diane's thrusts were deliberate, each one a declaration of her desire for Alice, a confession of the feelings that simmered beneath the surface.

Their eyes locked, and in that gaze, a thousand words were exchanged without a sound. Diane's lips found Alice's, their kiss deep and probing, tongues entwined in a ritual as old as time. "You've changed everything for me, Alice," Diane murmured between kisses, her voice a husky whisper that resonated in the quiet room. "I want you with me, always. Not just for this..." She rolled her hips, eliciting a moan from Alice, "...but for everything that comes after."

Alice stared up into the Queens face. That face that had been old and tired a few days ago now was beautiful and pulsed with life. Her magic had changed that. This sculpture of a face stared at her with devotion and desire.

Alice responded with a grunt of agreement, her body arching to meet Diane's slow, loving thrusts. The magic that flowed between them was a gentle current now, a warm glow that suffused their flesh and souls. "Yes, Diane," Alice breathed, her hands roaming the queen's back, feeling the play of muscles beneath her skin. "I want that too."

Their lovemaking was a leisurely exploration, a mutual surrender to the pleasure they found in each other's bodies. Diane's cock moved within Alice with a reverence that bordered on worship, each stroke a testament to the bond they had forged. Alice's pussy clenched around the invading member, her own arousal building with a slow, inexorable burn.

The room around them seemed to fade, the opulence of the chamber giving way to the sacred space they had created with their union. The soft rustle of the sheets, the wet sound of their joining, the occasional gasp or moan—these were the only sounds that existed in their world.

Diane's pace increased ever so slightly, her hips snapping forward with more urgency as she felt Alice's orgasm begin to crest. Alice's fingers dug into Diane's flesh, her body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She came with a cry, her pussy pulsating around Diane's cock, her vision blurring with the intensity of her release.

Diane followed soon after, her own climax triggered by the tight, rhythmic contractions of Alice's orgasm. She buried her face in the crook of Alice's neck, muffling her cries of ecstasy against the younger woman's skin. The magic flared one last time, a brilliant burst of energy that left them both spent and sated.

As the aftershocks subsided, they lay entwined, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. Diane's cock softened within Alice, a tangible reminder of the connection they had shared. They drifted off to sleep, their limbs still intertwined, their hearts beating in sync.