Chapter 46
Forty-Six
Consummation is not required for the legality of a marriage.
But it’s a fucking major plus. - King Richard
My eyes are riveted on her small hands as she sits across from me in the bath-shower combo.
The dark-grey stone wall behind her highlights the bright pink of her hair and eyes.
As the hot water cascades over us, bouncing off our head and shoulders and steaming up the room, I watch her hands slide down her body.
They brush across all the marks I left on her skin in the tunnel.
Little beads of water trickle down her body, beading on all the parts I want to taste.
She scoots down the wall until she’s half on her back, then spreads her legs apart.
The tub is so massive, she only touches one side of it.
Her fingers dip to her pussy, and with one hand, she opens herself up to me.
My cock twitches with need despite having already come four times in the last two hours.
But as she said, that was before.
This is now.
As her fingers rub on her clit, not even going in yet, I cup my balls. I knead them, pretending it’s her touching me.
My cock grows rock hard under the heat of her stare, under the touch of her hand on her own body.
I want her sitting on my cock, riding me with her tits jiggling in my face.
I want her standing with her back to me, arching as I fondle her breasts.
I want her lying down missionary style with my cock in her tight little ass.
With her pussy spread open for my view. Just as it is now.
Grabbing my cock, I squeeze it hard, imagining my fist is that tight little hole that I’m going to claim tonight.
Closing my eyes half-way, I groan in pleasure.
Her fingers slip inside herself.
“Spread your legs more,” I order. My view is currently obstructed by her hand.
Dutifully, she does so. My breathing increasing, I play with my balls as I stroke my cock. She raises her other hand to grab her breasts.
A growl escapes me as she kneads herself, as she pinches her nipples like I want to. Sitting all the way over here, on this side of the bath, is torture. I want to touch her, taste her, claim her like I did before.
But I also want her squirming. I want her begging me to touch her once she realises her touch isn’t as good as mine.
As my “faff-filled” touch.
My eyes narrow. I bite back a scoff.
Bucking my hips, I lift my gaze to hers. Women like that, don’t they? Seeing a man lose control, his hips unable to stay still. It makes them hot. It will make her beg.
Her breathing turns into little pants.
A triumphant smirk curls my lips, knowing she’ll break soon and beg me to finish her off.
Her pants turn into quick moans of pleasure. Her hand on her breasts squeezes them harder. Her hand on her pussy rubs with more focus, her fingers now back out of her.
My smile slowly fades. Fuck, she’s actually getting close.
As she arches against the wall of the shower, her eyes closed, her mouth open, I pump myself harder.
Fuck me, she’s hot.
Releasing my cock, leaving it throbbing, I lean forward and grab her leg. With a sharp tug, I pull her towards me. She slides down the wall until she’s fully on her back in the bottom of the tub. Panting, she looks me in the eyes as I kneel between her legs.
Lifting her ass and back off the floor, I guide my cock to the opening of her pussy and shove in. She wraps her legs around me. Her arms reach over her head, lifting her breasts up, making them perky. Leaning forward, I grab one in my hand.
My wings spread out behind me. My balls pull tight.
Gasping and moaning, she squeezes me on every thrust. So tight. So fucking perfect. So beautiful it hurts.
Rolling her nipple in my fingers, I pinch it hard, building myself right up to the edge. Right before I’m about to come though, I pull out and press the head of my cock against her ass.
With a sharp push, I crest the hole. Just the tip – the very sensitive tip, which she’s squeezing with her tight little ass.
Throwing my head back, I groan as I empty a full load of cum inside her. Lubricating her. Getting her ready for me.
Releasing her breast, I grab both her hips. Ever so slowly, I pull her down onto my cock before I can go soft. I watch as her initial wince relaxes into arousal. Then I wait for her breaths to pick up again.
Moving gently, I stroke myself inside her. Half strokes to build the both of us back up again.
Her ass is so tight around me. Her pussy is in clear view before me, along with her breasts and face.
“Gods, you’re beautiful,” I groan as I spread her pussy apart, opening it up for a full view. I rub her clit the same way she did – in steady circles rather than in a fast, hard speed.
Her hips buck. Her eyes close. As she reaches for me, I lean down and kiss her breasts. She holds my head to her, arching on moans of pleasure. Fully hard once more, I start to pick up the pace. She meets me thrust for thrust. Matches me breath for breath.
After sucking and licking her tits, I trail my lips up to her mouth. I slip two fingers inside her pussy at the same time as I push my tongue between her lips.
She moans against me, a hot, sexy moan that has my balls clenching on the edge of release.
“Gods, I love the noises you make.”
Grabbing her throat, I lift my head to look her in the eyes. “Do you know how hard you’re squeezing me right now?”
My hand tightens around her neck. “Do you know how good you feel?” Clenching my fingers, I cut off her airway.
Her eyes widen. She fucks me faster.
I smile. “Does my dirty little slut like it when I choke her?”
She nods as her ass slams down on me. Over and over and over again. She’s so fucking tight.
As her eyes start to flutter close, I release the pressure on her neck. She sucks in a ragged breath. Her gaze refocuses on mine.
“That’s it. Good girl. Look at me when I come in you.”
Thrusting faster, harder, deeper, I bow forward on my release. My hands clench around her hip and throat. My lips find hers in a desperate kiss.
As her tongue strokes mine, soft and lazy and sluggish, I remove my hand from her neck and breathe into her mouth.
She sucks in the air I give her.
Her breasts push against my chest. Sliding out of her ass, keeping my lips locked on hers, I lower her back to the floor.
“Are you okay?” I ask, sitting back.
Raising a hand to her throat, my queen nods. But it isn’t entirely steady.
Opening my arms, I say, “Come here. Let me clean you.”
She crawls into my embrace under the hot spray of the water. I hold her to my chest before nudging her around so her back is to me. Reaching between her legs, I cup water in my hand and wash her. My lips graze her neck.
“Safe words are used freely. Anytime you want me to stop, you say it, regardless of whether you think it’ll ruin the moment for me,” I explain as I rub my cum off her legs. “Do you understand?”
She nods.
Tilting her chin, I force her to look me in the eye. “Don’t do that brownie shit where you never speak up or complain about your partner’s sexual performance. You tell me, okay? Anytime you don’t feel comfortable, regardless of how far along we are, you tell me.”
She searches my face. Slowly, she nods. “I understand.”
“Good.” Reaching behind me, I grab the shampoo and squirt a glob onto the top of her head. Moving the angle of the spray away from us, I start to wash her hair. “I like to do scenes,” I say. “I’ll want to push you to the limit, and I will want to keep pushing until you trust me to do everything.”
Wrapping one arm around her as I continue to scrub her scalp, I hold her tight. “Because trust –having yours and giving you mine– that is the biggest thrill for me.”
There’s a moment of silence and then the softest, “I trust you.”
My heart squeezes. I ignore it. I refuse to take advantage of her naivety.
“You don’t know me,” I counter. Not like I want her to.
“And considering you haven’t tried bondage or wand play yet, I’m not even going to suggest the other stuff I’m into right now.
We can build up to it.” Standing up to grab the shower head, I start to wash the shampoo away. “But only if you want to.”
She nods. “I do.”
Despite my brain telling me she doesn’t know enough to know what she wants yet, I smile. I continue to wash her in silence, just basking in her presence, in the feel of her wet body beneath my hands.
When she’s all cleaned, I pull her into my arms and kiss her again. She sighs against my lips. She’s content. Happy, I hope.
Because tomorrow, day one in Niflhel will start for her. The Court will tear her to pieces, trying to break her into their puppet. I will mitigate as much as I can, but our world is not a kind one, and I cannot be everywhere at once.
I hate the idea of her losing everything that currently makes her her. Her kindness. Her naivety. Her unfiltered joy in the world. But the dice have already been cast. Now I have to sit back and let them roll.
Turning off the water, I grab a towel and dry her from her hair down. She smiles at me the entire time, an emotion in her eyes I’m not yet ready to label.
“Go on to bed,” I say as I hang up the towel and grab one for myself. “I’ll be there in a second.”
Picking up my toothbrush, I watch her tight little ass walk away from me but towards my bed. Where she’ll be when I crawl into it.
That foreign warmth settles in my chest again as does the fear that this can’t last.
Nothing good ever survives in Raza.
And I can’t shake the feeling that one day, way too soon, I’m going to lose her.