Chapter 31 Rathal
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Rathal
He’d been hoping to impress her with the history and treasures in the room, to share more of himself so that she would know him a little better. It was meant to be a quiet evening of rest and relaxation.
Then she’d kissed him completely unprompted. And then they’d fucked right there on the floor of his museum. She was even now leaking his seed all over the floor while he carried her to the pools.
It would seem that they would never be able to help themselves.
He was a blessed male.
His body was still reeling from the aftershocks.
In all his many years nothing had felt quite like what Callie and he shared.
Pleasure still sparked along his skin everywhere they touched.
She had her head leaned against his shoulder, her eyelids drooping in that sleepy well pleasured way.
Her scent was mixed with his and clinging to them both.
He almost didn’t want to wash it off. Let the whole of the station smell what they’d been up to.
Again.
He chuckled to himself. He was enjoying married life immensely.
“Where are we going?” Callie murmured, not bothering to look at him.
He shifted her higher against his chest, and stopped by one of the artificial torches in the corridor. “The pools. Don’t worry. We won’t be leaving my private vault. I have no desire to share your naked form with the rest of the station. I’m funny that way.”
She huffed a laugh and then yawned.
“Oh no. None of that, my darling. I’m not finished with you yet,” he rumbled, pulling the torch handle down until it clicked and a small square portion of the wall slid up, revealing a scanner screen.
He bent slightly and placed his nose on the scanner.
A blue light flared up and down and then beeped green and a door slid down.
Stone stairs lay beyond, disappearing into the dark.
Callie snorted and shifted, sitting up in his arms to look down the stairs and then back up at him. “Did you just scan your nose?”
He was a little offended at the laughter he could hear in her voice.
He sniffed, raising his chin. “Canid noses are like your fingerprints, unique to the individual. I don’t have prints on my hands or feet.
So my nose is my only option. Plus, I thought it was ‘cool’ like the old spy vids I’ve seen from your Earth entertainment district. ”
Callie laughed and squinted her eyes at him. “Do you have pirated movies from Earth?”
He started down the stairwell. More artificial torches lit up to light their descent. “Well of course. I am a pirate after all. Did you think I’d pay to watch them? Preposterous! How would I do that? I don’t have whatever passes for Earth credits.”
Her laughter echoed inside the stairwell and his heart swelled with happiness.
This. This was what he had wanted when he’d chosen to collect her.
Her laughter, her fire, her pleasure. These were the greatest additions to his collection.
If he could bottle up the very essence of what made Callie Callie, he would put it on the most ostentatious display imaginable and treasure it every day of his life.
Callie smacked his chest with the back of her hand lightly. “You're fucking with me right?”
He grinned. “No, actually. I really did technically illegally download Earth movies. They called it pirating. They were practically asking me to do it. I had originally placed my satellite for surveillance of the Rijiteran, but over the years as human technology grew, I started taking things instead of merely watching. Music, books, artwork.”
Callie’s brow furrowed. He didn’t like the mischief he could see brewing in her eyes.
“Is that where you’ve been getting your fashion advice from, Earth movies?”
“That Elton John knows what he’s doing. I may have taken some inspiration.”
Callie tilted her head back and laughed. “You know most of those outfits were stage costumes right?”
He hopped off the last step into a room designed to look like a cavern, complete with hanging mineral columns and dripping water.
In the center of the cavern was a deep pool with water that glowed a pale blue.
Steam rose off the bubbling surface. Candles dotted the floor around the pool, their flames flickering in the humid, wet stone scented air.
They weren’t really candles, but little lanterns designed to mimic the appearance of a real flame and triggered to activate once the door was opened.
“Well of course I know. Which is why my choice of clothing is much more understated than his.”
Callie mouthed something, her eyes wide as she surveyed the room. “You don’t do much by half measures do you? This is amazing.”
Rathal snorted. “What would be the point in that? Besides,” he said, taking a few lazy steps to the pool and then down the carved steps into the water, sighing as the heat soaked into his fur and wet the skin below, “I deserve the best.”
Callie sucked in a breath as the hot water touched her naked body, but then groaned as she adjusted and sighed against him.
He let her go and watched as she floated backwards and found the ledge to sit, the water coming up to her neck.
Her eyes closed and she leaned her head back against the lip of the pool.
“Oh god, I needed this.”
There was a wood tray about two feet long to the right of the pool where various bottles of soaps, salts, herbs and oils sat.
A small stack of scrubbing cloths were folded on the tray as well.
Rathal plucked a rich herbal soap that reminded him of the deep woods, added a cloth to his bounty, and approached Callie.
“Hop up on the edge of the pool, darling, and I will bath you. No sass,” he said when she opened her eyes to give him a look of protest. He chose to ignore the eye roll when she did what he asked and rose out of the water to sit on the edge.
He nodded, wedging himself between her thighs and poured some of the soap onto the cloth, rubbed the cloth together to get a good lather and then started at her neck, being sure to apply a firm pressure as he circled over her with the soapy cloth.
Callie watched him for a long moment, a warm expression on her face, and then closed her eyes and let him work.
He stroked down her arms, massaging as he went.
When he came to her heavy breasts he slowed even more, smiling when her breath paused for a second as he lifted and kneaded each lovely globe with soapy hands.
He brushed each dark nipple with his thumbs before moving on.
He smirked to himself when her mouth turned down in disappointment, though she didn’t open her eyes.
“Lean back, please,” he murmured softly, not wanting to break the spell he was weaving.
He was hard and aching at the sight of her spread out before him, and he badly wanted to sink back inside her but ignored it in favor of lavishing his prize in the tender aftercare that she deserved.
She was no doubt sore from earlier anyways.
Though, perhaps he’d take a small taste before this was over.
One corner of her mouth lifted in a half smile as she opened her eyes and looked down at his stiff erection straining in her direction.
She returned her gaze to him and complied with his request, leaning back on her hands and he slowly washed her stomach, dipping low with every stroke until she bit her lip, invitation in her eyes.
He ignored it and took a step back, lifted her leg out of the water and started washing her foot, kneading the arch as he did so.
He moved up to her calf, massaging with the suds and paying special attention to the back of her knee.
When he moved on to her thighs, her eyes grew heavy and heated.
Her mouth parted as if she was going to ask him something but he shot her a look for silence.
Her eyebrow rose, but her mouth closed. He ducked his head again and focused on the task at hand.
The higher he rose on her leg, the faster her breath came.
He bit back a smile and ignored her whine of protest when he once again avoided the area she was so desperate for him to touch and instead started down her other leg.
“Stand up and kneel with your back facing me please.”
She did as he asked, sitting on her calves and facing away from him.
He added more soap to the cloth and worked the suds across her shoulders, paying special attention to the tight muscles there.
Her head dropped forward with a groan so he lingered there until he felt the knots loosen.
He ran the cloth down her spine in little firm circles, feeling with the fingertips of his other hand for any more tight areas before he moved to her ass.
Long soapy fingers dipped between her cheeks, touching her asshole teasingly before moving away…. he laughed when Callie glared at him over her shoulder.
“Not a fan of ass play, darling?”
She shook her head. “No, not in particular. I’ve tried before and wasn’t a big fan.”
He nodded his head. “I understand. If ever you should decide you would like to try again, I will endeavor to make it better for you.”
She huffed a short laugh and looked away from him. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now are you going to wash my pussy or not?”
He laughed and grabbed her about the waist, lifted her, and sat her back down facing him again.
He leaned her back and spread her legs wide. He crouched and looked up at her with an evil grin. “As you wish.”
She gasped and then moaned when his tongue speared her, driving deep inside and curling to make sure he “cleaned” every nook and cranny. He had to be thorough after all. He was not a male of half measures as she so sweetly pointed out.