Epilogue #3
She clenched said musculature against my abs, prompting my own body to go stiff. “That part there?” Her singsong tone carried a lilt that both delighted me, and threatened to overwhelm my entire mind.
“That would be the one.” I panted a few times and stepped back. “Soap, please.” I held out my hand, palm up.
“It is agreeable to see you embracing your duties as consort.”
“I relish a fine embrace.”
I vowed to wash her down properly. Ensuring I cleansed every square centimeter of that delightful form.
Not allowing the touch, the sight, the scent of said delightful form to distract me.
Yet that vow washed away like the trail of soap bubbles down the curve of Sephimara’s back as I glided slick fingertips from her neck to between her shoulder blades, feeling the shifting muscles beneath her skin.
It was all there to see and feel, even her neck exposed, that short hair covering precious little.
And those ears? Were elf ears sensitive?
I lathered up my hands and traced fingertips from the base all the way to the pointy tips.
“Umm…” The moan was whisper quiet, but it was there.
I repeated the gesture along the bottom arc of her ears, yet before reaching the tips, she took my hands in hers and glided them from her hips to her abs, stopping just below her breasts, letting me feel the outline of her ribs, the rise and fall of her chest.
“Ears sensitive?” I asked.
“Perhaps I simply wish for you to cleanse my breasts.”
I lifted my hands, cupping more and more of their weight in my palms, until my index fingers brushed against her nipples.
She twitched a little, uttering another soft moan.
Pressing a quick kiss to the nape of her neck, I resoaped my hand and returned to massaging her back, yet found my eyes squeeze shut with pleasure as I reached the swell of her hips. I dropped to my knees to continue.
“I have rather a lot to cleanse compared to a human woman, darling consort. I trust it is not too much of an imposition?” She shifted subtly, brushed her buttocks against my chest, prompting my torso to freeze in place.
I was no beanpole in stature, yet those hips of hers were notably broader than my chest. It didn’t look it when she was clothed, standing a few paces distant.
She was tall and elegant, sleek and fit.
Yet seeing her, feeling her this close was like meeting for the first time.
I kissed the small of her back, getting a hint of soap on my lips, and began to work on her legs.
Gods those thighs are amazing.
As she shifted weight from one leg to the other, the clench in her calf muscles triggered another eye-fluttering freeze-up from me, yet I finally made it all the way to her feet.
“I believe that should leave you thoroughly clean.” I gazed up at her from my kneeling position, gaze gliding up shapely calves, sleek thighs, that lovely swell of her hips, necking down to a slim yet muscular waist, those shoulders…
and having a sudden urge to run my tongue along that freshly washed swath of skin from calf to the nape of her neck.
She turned to face me, revealing a different, yet just as glorious sight, gazing down at me with the subtlest of smiles on her plush lips.
We stared in silence for what had to be half a minute, the water running down the curves of her form in tantalizing little rivulets.
“I have fantasized about having you on your knees in front of me.” She put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed.
“But I did not wish to come across as demanding. You were a good friend to me since… well, since that first encounter. You are a good man, Theo, and that is rarer than many people like to believe. My jesting aside, I never want to take that for granted.”
“I don’t really know what elven society is all about.
A few insights, yes. But mostly the view from the outside.
From our first encounter I always thought there was something amazing inside you.
Those little glimpses you showed me. Our repartee.
The way you…” I put a hand atop hers and pressed it into my shoulder.
“I thank you for showing me what I always suspected was in you.”
Her smile broadened.
“Also, as a point of information, I am not averse to being on my knees before you in this fashion in the slightest.”
Her warm smile turned mischievous as she tipped her head. “It is the duty of a consort to serve under their house. But first, let me reciprocate for your hard work.” She poured what looked like honey from a blue glass bottle into the palm of her hand and began massaging it into my hair.
The substance had a curious scent I couldn’t place, and foamed into thick layers of bubbles.
Though, more importantly, the feel of her long, strong fingers massaging my scalp, gripping and releasing locks of my hair was exquisite.
“What… what is that? Some high society elven magic?”
“It is called shampoo.” She kneaded the muscles at the base of my skull, her touch firm almost to the point of pain, yet washing the tension from me.
“Never heard of it. Some sort of hair tonic?”
“It is a type of soap specifically for the hair.”
I bit back a laugh. What a silly idea.
“Close your eyes.” She pulled me into the stream of flowing water for a few seconds to rinse out the strange substance.
I looked her in the eyes. Glanced down at the patch of amber hair at the base of her hips. Back into her eyes. “Is it for all types of hair?”
Her mischievous grin returned. “Darling consort, I do love the way you think.” She widened her stance, her folds now on clear display. “I have cleansed that part of myself already. But perhaps a simple inspection on your part would be warranted.” She cocked her hips forward.
And I love the way you act.
I kissed the amber patch, prompting her to spread her stance wider.
“A simple inspection?” I exhaled a warm breath along her slit.
“Or perhaps a thorough one. I—” her words cut off at a gentle lap of my tongue.
Squeezing a thigh in each hand, I glided my tongue from the back all the way to the amber patch, now tasting her as I did.
“My initial inspection appears to reveal…” I exhaled another breath across the tantalizing cleft. “Not the slightest flaw in your cleansing.” I pressed my tongue flat against her folds and just held it there, savoring the soft skin and subtly tangy taste.
Sephimara petted my head with one hand, the other now clenching between my neck and shoulder. She puffed out a sharp breath and widened her stance further.
As I pressed my face firmly into her folds, she slid both hands to my head. A few licks later, she lifted a leg to rest it on my shoulder, uttering a low hum.
Her reaction to my licks, my breaths, clenching of my hands into those glorious cheeks?
I was no expert… I just loved being close to her like this.
I arched my back to press my chest against her inner thigh and again just froze in place, savoring the feel of our bodies pressed together, the primal way she used her legs to squeeze me closer.
She yearned for me to be close to her the same way I did for her. It was wonderful.
“House… Arazniros…” I panted to get the words out. “Lovely architecture.”
Deeper. I had to go deeper.
I pulled my face back, pressing a quick kiss to her clit as I did. I shifted position, trying to wedge my shoulders further between her thighs, trying to splay her legs to give myself more space to…
Gods, her thighs are stronger than any muscle in my body.
I pressed my lips to her slit again, finally able to glide my tongue between her folds. She clenched yet again, pressing a heel into the small of my back as she squeezed her thigh into my shoulders.
It was perfect. It was beautiful. Sephimara opened herself up, bared the most intimate parts of herself to me. And the closer I came, the deeper I pressed, the harder she pulled my body into hers.
As I whined embarrassingly, caressing her slit with little licks, her steady squeezes turned to sharp spasms.
And a sudden clench, her arms and legs enveloping me nearly to the point of pain.
She panted, chest heaving as she alternately stroked and clenched the back of my head. “House Arazniros… huff, huff… approves of the thoroughness of your inspection.”
“A consort likes to hear his efforts are appreciated.”
She blew out a long, deep breath, doing interesting things with those generous breasts as her chest moved. “Have you now fully acquainted yourself with the architectural features of House Arazniros?”
I pressed a single kiss to her clit, slid out from under her leg, and stood, rubbing my knees as I did. I ran the back of my hand along her cheek. “I have yet to inspect the interior walls.”
“I do hope you find them appealing. Because once you pass through the entrance, you shall be detained for a considerable time.” She splayed her jaws wide, caught my chin between her teeth, and dragged them lightly along my skin as she closed her mouth, finishing with a quick kiss to my chin.
I nestled my chest against her breasts. “I did notice one curious thing.”
“Oh?”
“The dormer above the grand entrance. There’s an architectural feature within it that appears most sensitive.”
“Dormer… dormer…” Her eyes lit up. “Mister Thistlewood! You are the only person who can keep up with my… with my…”
“Delightful verbal shenanigans?” I suggested.
She glared at me. “I am entirely undecided if that is a good thing or not.”
“Yet I note that you are smiling as you say it.”
Said smile broadened, wide as I’d ever seen it.
She shut the shower off, draped an arm over each of my shoulders, and continued. “That aforementioned sensitive architectural feature is going to be pressed against your naked body for the next several hours, so I should hope you don’t mind it.”
I lifted myself to my tiptoes to press a kiss to her lips, lingering to take the lower one between my teeth for a moment. I shivered, uttering the next words at a whisper. “You have such nice lips.”