Epilogue #4
She slid them to my ear, nibbling my earlobe a moment before saying, “It pleases me to hear. Because they will also be pressed against your naked body for the next several hours.”
“You’re so hot.”
“And wet.” She lifted an eyebrow.
Yes, that too.
“But let us take care of that before we address the next of your duties as consort, darling.” She handed me a bath towel so long and thick it may well have been sized for ogres, and treated me to mind-baking views of her form as she leaned, twisted, and flexed, toweling off every glorious limb.
She held the towel loosely in front of her as she turned to face me. Plush as it was, it didn’t remotely block the view of her lovely form. “You, darling consort, appear to still be wet.”
I tried to come up with a clever retort, something about further inspection of House Arazniros’s features. My brain failed me, and I simply nodded.
“In case you need an extra.” She handed me her towel, thankfully spinning, else she would have seen me bury my face in her towel, inhaling her scent.
Despite the huge towels, my warm skin still felt slightly damp as I stepped from the steamy bathroom into her bedroom.
Sephimara leaned over one of the glow lamps, turning down the glow to a cozier level.
“Theo?” The word came softer, and more natural from her lips than I expected.
“Do you have any particular thoughts on ambient illumination?”
I glanced at the huge skylights. “Is Gretta, or any of your other neighbors, voyeuristic?”
“Not that I am aware of. Although the windows are high enough that even ogres would have problems peeking through.”
I nodded contemplatively. “In that case, this is about right. I… enjoy seeing you. All of you.”
She stepped her right leg out, widening her stance notably. “Do you?”
“I do.”
She gestured with her finger for me to come closer. Then closer still. Leaning to put her lips so close to my ear as to feel her breath, she whispered. “And I enjoy seeing all of you… but…”
“Ummm?”
She traced an index finger over my shoulder and down my spine. “I shall enjoy even more seeing you disappear inside me.”
I clenched my eyes shut at the thought.
Tracing fingertips down her ribs till my palms were again on the curve of her waist, I tried to come up with a witty retort.
Becoming one with a prosperous house… robust foundations… cantilever… uhh… “Me too.”
She pushed me atop her bed. I bounced a little, the mattress under the thick white comforter quite firm.
As she slunk toward me on hands and knees, the way her breasts hung down, the way they swayed with her motions…
I didn’t even know she had breasts that spectacular before tonight. And now I can’t break my gaze free.
She rested an elbow either side of my head and planted a kiss just long enough for me to savor those luscious thick lips before pulling up to speak. “I require you to further inspect the house’s ‘dormer,’ as you put it.”
“Was the prior inspection insufficient?”
“Oh, it was…” She put a palm on each cheek, kissing my mouth from one side to the other.
“Quite expertly done…” More kisses, wet enough that my face chilled where her saliva evaporated.
“However, as you pointed out, there is a sensitive architectural feature within that requires constant attention.”
“Does it?”
“It is a critical duty of a consort.” She tilted her head, revealing that crooked smile.
I glided a hand through locks of her short hair just above her ear. A few spots slightly damp. “I am beginning to suspect you are making some of this up.”
She licked her lips. “In that case I would invite you to read our house’s Codex Erotica, when I take you to meet my family.”
Meet her family?
I practically melted at the words, my mind missing the other part of her statement for several seconds. “Your house’s Codex Erotica?”
“Um-hum.” She bit my ear, making a cute little chomping sound. “Unfortunately it is written in old elvish.”
Which only historians these days can read. I rubbed the back of her neck. “Is it illustrated?”
She exhaled a throaty breath on my neck. “Extensively.”
Encircling my arms around her chest, I intended to pull her atop me, but she didn’t budge, and I instead lifted myself up to her. “You’re strong.”
“As are you. I have every confidence you shall adapt.”
“Dormer inspection. Now.”
“Are you giving orders? To a Baroness?”
“No. You told me the Baroness was your mother. And I have no intention of inspecting her dormer.”
She gazed down at me, head shaking lightly, smile wide. “How did I ever get so lucky?”
I released my grasp, my head and torso plopping the short distance to the bed. I traced a finger along her brow, pushing locks of her hair aside. “Skill, not luck. You’re amazing, Sephimara.”
“And you, Theo.”
She lunged forward, pinning my arms under her shins, hips splayed wide enough that her folds parted. Lingering just a few seconds… to give me a view? she thrust her hips into my face, insistent on another thorough inspection.
I apparently conducted this one to her satisfaction as well, as she panted for nearly a minute after I’d completed it.
She dimmed the lamps a little more, returning to bed with a glass of water, which she hand fed me, propping up my head and shoulders while putting the thick glass to my lips.
It was crisp, sating, better than any wine I’d ever had.
Might have been the way it was served.
“All joking aside, of all the stereotypes about elves and nobles, you… you represent the best of them.”
“And all it took was a little water.” She took a sip from the glass and set it on the nightstand. “You provincials are far too easily impressed.”
She lay beside me, we kissed again, lips wet from the drink.
She continued, “I am simply concerned for the well-being of my beloved consort.” Reaching lower, she clasped the long fingers of her hand around my manhood, whispering in my ear. “You will be losing considerable bodily fluids over the next hours.”
“Not that I’m complaining, but you said several hours when we started. Some time ago.”
“ ’Tis winter. The days are short. That missing time must go someplace.”
I pulled the back of her hand to my lips and kissed. “Your explanation falls short of the scientific excellence our academy expects, but I accept it.”
She drew her knee higher, inner thigh gliding up my legs, gifting warmth as it did. “Your leniency is appreciated.”
We gazed at each other several minutes, Sephimara half atop me, exchanging caresses, long glances at each other’s bodies in the dim light.
She placed a palm over my heart. “Theo, in all seriousness. You have truly been a gift to me. I do not take such things lightly. Do you have any special desires?”
I smiled. “There’s an expression. The best gifts bring as much happiness to the giver as the recipient.
” I glided fingertips along her side, following that delightful hourglass her present posture accentuated.
“But to be equally serious, your statements of ‘spending significant time within House Arazniros,’ and ‘losing considerable bodily fluids’ covers my desires quite nicely.”
She gazed back, her hand over my heart, lightly kneading my chest.
I continued, “I know, us provincials and our simple desires.”
“Well then, the main parlor of House Arazniros eagerly awaits your visit.”
“I leave the details in your capable hands.”
She nuzzled her nose against my cheek. “Who said anything about using hands?”
The comment melted me, her every word seeming to delight my intellect or passion.
Or both.
She slid atop me, pinning my wrists to the bed in a fluid motion.
Truth be told, her actions weren’t bad either.
As she adjusted position, the heat from her hips quickly centered itself over my manhood.
Her subtle motions accentuated those already captivating hips, and the expression on her face shifted from a bemused playfulness to a primal relief as the sensation of wetness joined that of heat.
She gave a few slow, experimental thrusts, her folds seeming to fully envelope my length.
“Does that meet your satisfaction, darling consort?”
I nodded, eyes closed, suddenly wishing to reverse my earlier quip about time. I’d gladly spend an hour just like this. “House Arazniros has the most delightful veranda I’ve ever encountered.”
Her green eyes glowed, that devious playfulness on full display in her gaze. “A house unable to provide shelter to guests prior to entry into the parlor would be most uncivilized.”
She began rocking slowly, my manhood fully enveloped in her folds, though occasionally offering a tiny glimpse of the tip at the apex of each stroke. I tensed my abs, tried to lift my hips to match her motion.