Chapter Eighteen
The Dragon King tugged on my hand as we neared his suite door.
“I need to shower.” I tried to pull away.
“We can shower together.” He opened the suite door and led me inside.
After shutting the door, Falken drew me through the outer room and into the bedroom.
We went past the circular bed on its platform and into the bathroom.
The King went into the curve of his shower entrance.
The stall was more like a room, with a wall that curved around and in, preventing the water from escaping.
As I undressed, I heard the sound of falling water.
Falken appeared seconds later, and we undressed rapidly, the steam like a siren's call.
I finished first and went into the shower room without him. My tired muscles needed the wet heat, and I stood under the spray, head bent and ears drooping to protect their canals. I heard Falken come in, but didn't lift my head.
“Step forward a little.”
That brought my head up, and I opened my eyes as I stepped forward, the spray still hitting my back.
Falken had a soapy cloth in hand and scrubbed my chest with it.
His strong hand massaged me through the fabric, going up to squeeze my shoulders.
I sighed and closed my eyes again, lost to the feel of wet heat and his sweeping touch.
The cloth moved down over my belly and lower.
I sucked in a breath as the King cupped my sex and gently bathed it.
The cloth slipped under to soap my sacs and then slid down an inner thigh.
I opened my eyes to see the King on one knee before me, his sex swelling between his thighs as he massaged and bathed my leg down to my toes. Then the other.
Looking up at me, he said, “Turn around.”
I turned to rinse my front while the King washed the back of me. His hand swept up between my legs again, this time splitting my cheeks. Using a finger, he rubbed the cloth over my opening before moving out to soap my ass. My back came next, his hands kneading my muscles as he cleaned me.
“Turn,” he said again.
I rinsed my back, reaching behind me to open my cheeks and let the water rinse me there as well.
As I rinsed, Falken washed my hair, his fingers rubbing my scalp before sliding over my horns.
As I dipped my head back to rinse, he fetched more shampoo and washed my tail.
I jerked upright, out of the spray, the feel of his hands working shampoo into my fur oddly erotic.
He got it sudsy and then stroked the length.
I drew it back into the water, and he kept stroking it to rinse out the shampoo.
At last, he released my tail to pull me out of the spray and kiss me.
My hands slid up his wet, hard flesh, stopping over his pronounced pectorals. Below, our cocks slapped together, the sensation shooting pleasure up my back. Groaning, I pressed into him. Falken lifted my left leg to hook around his hip and spun me to press me into the cool wall.
I jerked away from his kiss. “I don't want to have sex here.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Why not?”
“Water isn't a good lubricant.”
Falken grinned and grabbed the bar of soap. “No, but this is.”
He soaped his hands into a froth, set the bar down, and transferred the soap to his cock with one hand while slipping the other behind me and down, between my cheeks, to soap up my ring. His thick finger popped in, and I gasped.
“Do you like that?” he whispered in my ear before sucking at my neck.
“Yes.” I writhed on his finger, pushing onto him while rubbing my cock against his thigh.
Falken spun me to face the wall, his mouth sliding across my back.
A hand on my back urged me into a bed, and I gripped the ledge for the soap and shampoo.
Then I lifted my tail, angling it aside.
I wasn't about to slide wet fur against him.
Still, he stroked my tail before splitting my cheeks.
Then I felt the hard, slippery press of him.
He pushed and popped past the outer ring.
Pausing, his hands moved to my hips. I pushed back on him.
“I thought you didn't want shower sex?” Falken teased.
“You changed my mind. Now get to it!”
Chuckling, he slid deeper. His amusement faded as he moved in and out of me, gaining depth with each stroke.
Soon, he was pressed tightly against my ass, his cock pulsing in my channel.
I couldn't control my twitching tail or undulating body.
It moved out of my need for the King. And he knew I needed him.
Bending over me, he whispered in my ear, “Do you want it hard or gentle?”
Shivering with building pleasure, I cried out, “Fuck me hard!”
Falken immediately straightened and pulled out.
Then slammed into me. With his hands holding my hips steady, he pounded into my body with a strength that had me scrambling to hold still.
The slap of flesh was louder than the pound of water, and the grunting, growling sounds the King made were louder than both.
His savage lust echoed off the tiled walls and shivered over my skin.
“Come with me.” He grabbed my cock and pumped it.
“A unified release is nearly impossible to achieve.”
“Nearly, but not entirely.” He kissed my back.
Tingles spread from where he kissed me, sending an urgent signal to my cock. I felt it build. Gather. Sacs tightening.
“That's it. You're nearly there.” He straightened off my back, but kept pumping my cock. “Come, Sevarin!”
As if he had wrested control of my body, my hips jutted forward with my orgasm.
And the King was right there with me, releasing his control to pull out of me and come across my back.
The hot feel of his cum sent my climax higher.
I pulled myself upright against the wall and lay my face against the tile as my body shuddered through an unnecessary but absolutely amazing release.
Falken had a hand pressed against the wall beside me, his head resting on my back, as his climax faded.
With a sigh, he pushed back, and then I felt the soapy cloth against me again, washing away what he had left.
Feeling drugged, I let him lead me out of the shower and stood pliant as he dried me off from head to tail.
I leaned against the wall and watched him quickly dry off, the towel brushing alluring drops of water from his glistening skin.
I sighed, my eyes heavy-lidded. Then he picked me up and carried me out to the bedroom.
“I can walk,” I protested.
“But I want to carry you.” He laid me on the bed and then helped me under the covers.
I nestled in, knowing I should go. But then he was under the blanket with me, his warm body pressed against my back.
Tucking me in against him, Falken asked, “Will you stay the night?”
I hesitated.
“We have a contract now. Don't you trust me?”
“Yes, I trust you.” I turned to kiss him. “Goodnight, Falken.”
Beaming at me, he said, “Goodnight, Sevarin.”