Chapter 19 #3
“Lecherous is a bit much.”
She poked her tongue out and pulled her braid forward to undo it. Yet one side of her lips quirked with humour before she pursed them instead. The moment her hair was unbound, she sunk beneath the water completely.
When she came back up, she moaned before lying back in the water to float on its surface. “Dear heavens, this feels good.”
Kier had to bite back another groan. The see-through material barely concealed the view of her breasts and the obviously soft pinkish brown of her nipples tipping them.
The material had dipped between her thighs, moulded to the vee of her pussy, around the silhouette of her hips, her narrow waist, and even dipped into the hollow of her navel.
Both of her nipples were hard, likely due to her enjoyment of the water, but he’d rather believe it was because she had a voyeur and was enjoying it. He found this quite erotic.
Yes, he thought, his claws scratching into the hardened, dry clay. I’d definitely like to watch her bathe naked.
And Kier would fucking adore it if she did it sensually, just for him.
Right now, she was simply lazing. There was no caressing, no rubbing down a leg or arm. She didn’t grasp a breast or dip her hand between her thighs. Instead she placed both her hands on her face and smeared them up and down like one might roughly scrub their skin without care.
Nothing about this was sexual from her side, but that didn’t stop his cock from thickening and aching. Or his breaths from shallowing as he became enraptured by the scene.
He wasn’t overcome with need, and he wasn’t crudely panting at her, but his body did tingle all over.
She really is quite beguiling, he thought, gazing at her wet curls and how they haloed around her pretty face. He’d never seen them freed before, and he rather liked them.
Her cheeks had pinkened from the heat, and she closed her alluring eyes to bask in it.
As she soaked, he noted the ease in her features.
How her lips parted slightly as she relaxed, unbothered by his presence like she’d first led him to believe.
The water clung to her skin, lapping at her in lulling waves, while her chest rose and fell through the surface on each breath.
“Kier,” she called softly, gently even.
Mmm, I like when she calls my name just so.
“Yes, Carwyn?” he answered in a tight voice.
“Thank you.” Her eyes peeked open to look at him before flicking to a sconce on the wall. “I understand why you wouldn’t want me in here.”
“Yes, theft and all that.”
Her lips curled. “And because all witches know what’s poisonous, and that not all curses and hexes are steeped in dark magic.”
Her gaze flicked to the side, to him, greeting him boldly as she always did. He grunted but didn’t shy away from it.
“I will know if you take something,” he stated seriously.
“By that point, it might be too late.”
“Carwyn,” he warned darkly, despite knowing somewhere inside him that she wouldn’t.
“Kier,” she playfully warned back. Only to flip her face away with a giggle that jostled all the soft, bouncy parts of her. “If you wanted to impress me, this was a swell way of doing it.”
“I would think I’m impressive to begin with.”
She outright laughed. “Perhaps you are, but you have yet to demonstrate the full potential of your power.”
He meant physically. I think I’m very handsome, he mused, lifting a paw to tap the side of his snout. Once more, our differences remind me that she wouldn’t be attracted to me in dragon form.
She’d probably prefer something soft and fleshy, like her. Like my human form.
“But if you really want to gift me something I would be overjoyed with, you already know what that is.”
“Like I’ve told you, I will leave the decision to Selene.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She shifted a leg, and the movement cause the material of her dress to sway, revealing a supple thigh.
Just a little higher, and it would reveal the apex of her thighs he was growing far too interested in seeing...
and greeting. “You have a witch in your keeping. You know what is most valuable to us.”
“Ahh.” He chuckled lightly. “So she does wish to take from my hoard like a selfish, power-hungry creature.”
She tsked. “Seeds are hardly powerful.”
Such a simple thing to desire. From all the treasures and prizes he’d collected, this was the least valuable to him. It was replenishable, replaceable.
Kier grinned. “Female, I can give you plenty of seed.”
Her lips curled into a beautiful, beaming smile. “Good dragon. I’d adore that very much.”
He didn’t clarify that he meant a different kind of seed, one that couldn’t be plucked but came from his very body. Her reaction sure as hell excited him all the same, especially as he stared upon her lovely figure in the water.
I wonder how differently she’d react... if she knew I was teasing her. Would she give him a heated gaze and bite a lip he was growing far too interested in tasting?
His eyes crinkled as he thought, She really is quite captivating, especially when she’s so insolent and cheeky.