Milo’s eyelids drooped, and his lips pulled tight in a big, dopey smile that only a man head-over-heels in love with a woman could make.
“Who’s my big, beautiful, blueberry bride?” Milo asked.
“I am!” Nessa squealed in coquettish delight, emphatically flapping her dainty, vestigial hands.
Milo chuckled, each chortle becoming deeper. His smile twisted with rapacious masculine hunger, and he leaned in closer to Nessa, penetrating her eyes with a lustful leer that she found as hard and irresistible as his cock.
“Who’s my permaberry… princess… p r o p e r t y?”
“I… UUNGH… I-I AAAH… I AAAAAAM!!!” Nessa howled and wailed in ecstasy, ecstatic bursts shooting from her twitching nipples and pulsating, plump pussy as her blueberry body shuddered and trembled in pleasure from the bewitching words of its true master. “OH!… I… OOOH!… MILO, I… OOOOOOH!! I LOVE YOOOOOOOOOU-MPH!!!”
Nessa’s shrieking cries were cut silent by Milo pressing his face into hers for another deep, passionate kiss that descended into a sloppy make-out session, lips and noses and cheeks rubbing and grinding into each other with no discernment but to touch another. Milo broke their face-sucking to whisper, their noses still nestled into each other.
“I love you too, Nessa.” Milo moved to the side of her head, cradling her cheek on the opposite side of her face to him, and whispered into her ear in a way that sent electric tingles all throughout her body and raised bumps across her skin. If she still had a neck, the hairs on the back of it would be standing up.
“And I’m going to keep showing you, just how much I love you… every… single… day…"
Then Milo kissed her on the cheek, powerful but gentle, and burning with barely restrained manly passion, just like when he had lifted her veil and kissed her on their wedding day.
Nessa’s eyelids squinted in heavenly contentment as her eyes nearly rolled all the way back into her head from the overwhelming pleasure and love she was feeling. Her cute, cherubic, chubby cheeks were creased by the widest smile she could make as a line of juice dribbled from her plump lips, the happiest blueberry in Galar.
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Alternate title: "The Fruit of a Farmer's Labor of Love."
Commission for anonymous.