Epilogue #2
“You don’t mind breasts, do you? I quite enjoy having mine sucked, and was rather looking forward to you—”
I lunged forward, mouth encircling her right nipple as my arms snaked around her waist, locking my body against hers.
“Oh! Excellent.” Her fingertips glided around my ears, twining through locks of my hair until she’d cupped my head in both palms. She cooed out a pair of contented whines, kneading my scalp lightly as I savored the contrast of soft skin and an increasingly firm nipple.
“Have I mentioned initiative and enthusiasm among your fine points?”
“Umm?” I traced my tongue along the little bumps of an areola big around as a lemon, and far sweeter.
“Actually, darling, you don’t have to answer now.” Her body stiffened a little as she sucked in a sharp breath. “In fact… suck once for yes and twice for no.”
I traced circles around the dimples at the base of her hips with my middle fingers as I relaxed my jaw to draw more of her breast into my mouth.
“No? How negligent of me to have omitted—oooooh—such a—mmmmmh—key facet—oooooh—of praise.”
Her chest now heaved with hard breaths as the gentle caress at the back of my head turned to a firm clench.
She pulled my face off a breast that now glistened with my saliva.
As I gazed up past the rising and falling of her chest, her eyes did not meet mine. They were squeezed tightly shut, while most of her plush lower lip was clenched between her teeth.
“Sephimara, dear?”
“Yes, my darling consort.”
“In case it wasn’t clear from context, I like breasts in general, yours specifically, and, if given the appropriate circumstances, would very much welcome the opportunity to suck them on a regular basis.”
Her eyelids snapped open. “Have I mentioned I love you recently?”
I felt a depth, a heartfelt sincerity behind the casual words. “You have. Though to be honest, it is a phrase I don’t believe I will tire of hearing.”
She clenched my hair between her fingers, tugging nearly to the point of pain before relaxing her hands.
“My breasts might taste better properly cleaned, however.” She pulled me to my feet and put a palm on my cheek. I hadn’t even seen her take off those gloves. Her hands fell to my collar, fingertips undoing the shirt buttons one by one.
“Consorts are not required to undress themselves?” I ran a pair of fingers through her short amber hair. A simple style, no fancy combs or clips or flourishes. It suited her natural beauty perfectly.
She undid the last button, index finger tickling my belly button as she did, before tugging the tails of my shirt from my trousers. “Theo, you are a gift to me.” She lifted an eyebrow. “And part of the fun of a gift is unwrapping it for oneself.”
A whine escaped my mouth as she slid long fingers over my chest to slip the shirt off my shoulders. I shuddered at the slight chill across my back as it fell to the ground.
“It would appear you enjoy this.” She kneaded my shoulders, grip firm.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman help me undress before. It’s… just nice.”
She patted my shoulder. “You are mistaken. I am not helping you. I’m helping myself to you.”
I stood on tiptoes to press a light, sweet kiss to those plush lips. “Still nice.”
Pushing me back to my heels, she undid my belt, loosened my trousers, teasing the skin of my hips all the while with dexterous fingers.
Panting slow, shallow breaths as I awaited what came next, my eyelids drooped.
She slipped her fingertips under my waistband, sliding them all the way in, till she cupped a butt cheek in each palm.
I stiffened.
“You have delightful muscle tone, dear.”
“Thank. You.”
Her hands glided down my thighs, carrying the last of my clothing to drop around my ankles. “Umm… and it would appear that other parts of you are eager to make the acquaintance of House Arazniros as well.”
“House Arazniros, is it now?” My breaths had again turned to pants.
Closing the scant half step between us, she enveloped me in her arms, her nipples pressing firmly into the bare skin of my chest. No hesitation in any of her motions, no holding back any part of her, she pressed herself against me, squeezing my member into her thigh.
The subtle temperature difference was a delight; the cool, soft skin of her inner thigh seeming to draw the heat from it and beckon toward an even warmer part of her.
She glided a cheek against mine, whispering in my ear, “Yes, darling consort. House Arazniros. And you’re going to be spending a lot of time indoors.
” She swayed gently, nestling her hips against me. “Problem?”
“No. Not at all. I…” I nipped at the underside of her chin. “Look forward to accustoming myself…” I ran a hand up her spine, tracing the muscles between her shoulder blades, “to all the architectural features.”
She pulled her head back far enough for our eyes to focus on each other, smiling in silence half a minute, as if drinking me in.
Me.
I could say I wasn’t anything special. Maybe it was true. But she made me feel that I was the perfect fit for her. That missing puzzle piece. And in the end, that was the ultimate kind of special.
Rain began pattering on the skylights above us.
“There was some mention of showering earlier, wasn’t there?” I asked.
“There was.” She glanced at the skylight. Pressed her hips even firmer against me. “Though to clarify, I was specifically referring to the hot shower in my bathroom. Not that a rain shower wouldn’t be refreshing.”
“Even as a provincial commoner, I’m able to restrain myself from running naked through the rain.”
She pressed a kiss to my forehead and led me into the bathroom, leaning over to start the water.
Gods she’s got nice hips.
Turning to face me, she poked the tip of her index finger into the waistband of her panties. “Aren’t you forgetting one of your consort duties?”
Placing a hand atop hers, I pulled it to my lips, kissing the back of her hand. “There seem to be rather a lot of duties.” Gaze shifting from eyes that seemed just a bit wider and deeper than usual, to that last bit of fabric, I added. “Not that I mind.”
I’d dreamed of getting closer. Feeling my body against hers. Exploring what lay under the many alluring outfits she wore. This was almost too much.
I dropped to my knees. Slid my hands around her waist, fingertips peeking under the waistband of her panties. Tugged them down a little.
Her hands fell again to my head, fingers idly combing through locks of my hair. “Oh!” she said, as a long exhale of my breath apparently penetrated through her panties.
The waistband grew tight as I tugged it over the swell of her hips, pausing to squeeze a cheek in each palm as they were almost off.
I leaned forward, kissed the tiny patch of fabric that now only half concealed a tuft of amber curls, and slid them slowly over her sleek, powerful thighs.
I kissed again, brushed my cheek against the amber patch, and gazed up into her eyes.
“I believe I have complimented your appearance in numerous outfits, Sephi.”
She traced fingertips over the curved tops of my ears. “You have been most generous in your praise.”
“This particular outfit is clearly the finest in all your wardrobe.”
In a single flowing movement, she pulled me to my feet, tipping her head downward to kiss me, arms pulling my torso against hers. Our mouths became one, our tongues met, a brief tap, a gentle caress, then an enthusiastic exploration.
She shifted position as we kissed, sliding a hand to cup my left butt cheek, clenching, pulling me against her, finally widening her stance. “Ummm,” she purred. “That aforementioned portion of your anatomy appears to be knocking at the front door.”
I sucked in a deep breath, longing to rise to my tiptoes, to glide my member deeper into the folds they brushed against. Finally opening my eyes again, I gazed into hers. “He appears to find the entrance to House Arazniros most compelling.”
She slid both hands along my spine, to rest on my shoulders. “Come. Let us first tidy up the house to ensure it is suitable for guests.”
I gazed back in silence a few seconds.
She poked the tip of her tongue out the corner of her mouth.
Gods. She could be covered in mud, and I’d still be eager. But there was something about the duties of a consort. I took her hand lightly in mine and led her into the shower area, moving together as if guiding her to the dance floor. Or into a coach.
The bath was simple, though generously sized.
Not ogre sized, but many times what I was used to from home.
Clad in a checkerboard pattern of shimmering cobalt blue tiles alternating with cream-colored ones, a dinner plate sized shower head sprinkled steamy water from well above my head.
Condensation already covered nickel-plated taps and colored glass bottles of…
soap? Yet my gaze quickly fell to Sephimara as she stepped under the water, raising her hands to massage wet locks of her short amber hair.
The pose highlighted sleek musculature of her shoulders, her arms strong enough for the stoutest longbow.
Rivulets of water followed the V of her back to a tight waist before flaring out to those magnificent—
I lunged forward, nearly pushing her against the tiled wall, as I wrapped my arms around her waist.
“I admire your enthusiasm, darling consort, but wouldn’t rubbing soap into your chest first have been a more efficient use of your current gesture.”
“I’m glad I said I loved you earlier.”
“As am I, darling consort.”
“If I would have waited until now, I fear you would think me shallow.”
She twisted at the neck to glance over her shoulder. “Would I?”
“Our discourse is a pleasure beyond words.” I slid a palm between her breasts.
“Is it now?” She reached for a cake of soap and black cloth.
“And I trust you with my life.”
“As do I, you.” She began rubbing soap on her upper arm.
“But at the moment, my praise might be dominated by the delightful aesthetics of your backside.”