The dirt, dried blood, and grime covering her easily came off and more smooth white skin was exposed. After a few minutes of careful scrubbing Iolarathe’s legs and feet were clean. Then I looked at the parts of her body I had left unattended.
When I made my way back to the lips of her entrance I slowly ran a soapy finger along the edges. She let out a gasp of shock and I looked to her face to see her expression. Her eyes were opened with pleasure and she bit her lower lip. I slid my slick finger against her entrance again and then did a few slow rubs of my thumb over the pink nub that was slightly above the tunnel. Her legs started to shake and I teased my finger a quarter of its length into her before I pulled it out and grabbed more soap. The movement made her hiss and I smiled at her while I lathered my hands again.
Her stomach was next. I rubbed across her taut abdominal muscles and her hands couldn’t resist the urge to run along my own arms while I cleaned her. I was reaching upward at a slightly awkward angle so I stood up as well so that I could have access to her breasts.
Her nipples were erect pink pieces of candy and they seemed to get harder when I passed my soapy hands over them. She groaned and her eyes closed when I started to massage the perfectly-shaped orbs. Her right hand found the shaft of my penis and began to stroke and squeeze it in time with the tempo of my fingers on her breasts.
I probably spent more time rubbing each breast than I had spent on the rest of her body, but her gasps of pleasure made me believe that she didn’t mind the attention or the fact that we still stood. My penis felt unbelievably hard and big in her hands but I knew that I couldn’t let her continue to stroke me much longer or I would orgasm.
I added more soap to my palms and washed her arm pits, shoulders, and hands. She stopped stroking me as I worked and I almost couldn’t handle the look of lust on her face. I gently touched her shoulders and turned her around so that she was standing with her back to me.
She bent her lithe body forward slightly and her rounded butt pushed my aching member against her. We both echoed a moan and she rotated her hips back into me so that the base of my shaft rubbed against her wet entrance. All I needed to do was bend my knees, angle my erection forward a bit, and then stand. My right hand found her hip bone and my left reached down around her to confirm that her entrance was ready for me. As soon as my fingers reached her opening Iolarathe let out a gasp of pleasure and simultaneously pushed herself down toward my fingers and into the base of my penis.
I rubbed against her opening and then slipped a single finger into her. She was far wetter than I had imagined and I knew there would be very little effort required for my member to travel its full length into her entrance. Yet we were still somewhat dirty, covered in soap, and I wanted to finish the first part of the bath before I set my mind upon making love to her. So I slid my finger out of her while she groaned in frustration and reached for the glass bottle of soap that was labeled for hair.
Her long red mane took a lot of shampoo to lather, but I soon had most of the task finished and was rubbing her scalp. Iolarathe hummed with pleasure and continued to push her ass back into my erection. Her soapy hair made our bodies slick, so her backward thrusts and twists were agonizingly wonderful. I was tempted with each soft moan she made to just bend over slightly and slide into her. The desire was maddening and I could tell from her deep labored breathing that she wanted me to take her right now.
I reached down to one of the full buckets and rinsed her hair. Once it was clean of the soap I helped her step out of the bath and then poured more of the clean water over her, washing away the last of the dirt and soap bubbles. I exited the wood tub and she did the same for me.
We didn’t speak to each other; we did not need to. Her eyes were wild with lust and my desire was clear. She reached for the tub with the fresh water in it and leaned over against the smooth polished wood. Her back was pointed toward me; I could easily see the pink lips guarding her entrance. She looked over her left shoulder and the movement sent some of her wet hair dangling into the bath.
I wanted nothing more than to make a single deep thrust into her, to crush her body to me, and to impale her on my shaft while she screamed with pleasure. But I knew that even though she was dripping wet, I was still too large for that. Instead I rubbed my tip against her welcoming lips and felt the tremors of her shaking body travel between us through the single intimate point of contact.
Her silver eyes looked half-insane. Her hips squirmed a bit and she tried to push into me so that I would be forced to enter, but I pulled back slightly.
“I love you,” I said softly.
“I love you. Please make love to me again, Kaiyer.” I couldn’t tease her anymore. I wanted her as much as she wanted me. I pushed forward and the head of my erection entered past her lips. I continued halfway into her tunnel before I pulled out a bit and proceeded slower. Her velvet walls squeezed my penis as firmly as the grip of her hand, but eventually I was buried fully in her and we both let out a moan of pleasure. Or maybe it was a sigh of relief that we were together once again.
Iolarathe’s body was quivering and every breath out of her mouth was a whimper of pleasure. By the time I had pulled out most of my length and then slid back into her, the quivers had become full convulsions. Her tunnel clamped around my penis and she fought through a deliciously long orgasm. I grabbed onto her hips and forced myself as deep as I could while she ripped gashes into the side of the tub with her nails, swung her wet hair forward, and tried to keep from screaming.
“Yessss!” Iolarathe hissed out in a long squeal of pleasure. At the moment I didn’t care if any O’Baarni in the inn were spying on us.
“Oh. Oh. Oh!” she cried out again. She stood abruptly and pushed herself back against me. My hands left her hips to find a nipple and the nub of her entrance to caress. I realized that Iolarathe was probably trying to escape the pleasure, but I was too strong for her and she couldn’t pry herself from my arms. She twisted and convulsed when I rubbed the new spots and her orgasm seemed to have an additional climax to it.
“Mmmuuuahh. Ahhhh. Errrrrr!” she moaned a series of long releases and then finally seemed to relax. I stopped rubbing and just embraced her. The feeling of Iolarathe’s skin and hair against the full front of my body while I was still deep inside of her was close to euphoria. I could have held her like this for hours.
The best part was that I knew there was more to come.
“I forgot how good you are!” Iolarathe gasped between ragged breaths that shook her shoulders. I released her and she leaned over the wooden tub.
Her entrance felt even damper than it had when I first entered her, so I withdrew again and then slowly thrust back into her passage. My hands again returned to her hips and I repeated the motion at the same pace until she began to moan again. She looked over her shoulder at me and her eyes told me how much she was enjoying it.
I increased the pace of my thrusting and pulled on her hips to get an angle that would ensure that I slid against the back side of her wet velvety walls. Her body was gorgeous bent over before me and I could feel the heat of her entrance begin to build after only a few more minutes of me deeply penetrating her.
“Ummmm,” she whined and her legs started to quake. I took my hands away from her hips and moved the right to cup her breast and pinch the nipple there. My left hand rubbed up and down her back. Then I grabbed onto her hair and pulled her so that her body bent backward like a bow against my deep thrusts into her entrance.
Iolarathe exploded into another orgasm as soon as I pulled her fiery hair. I had to let go of my grip on her mane after a few seconds of her thrashing; I was nervous that I would rip some of it out because she was convulsing so wildly. She drove back against me but there was little more room for me to penetrate her any deeper. Then she pushed her face into the clean water of the tub she leaned over and I could hear the diluted sound of her screaming with pleasure. This climax didn’t last as long as her first one, but it was just as violent and I was glad
I was no longer the delicate human that I once had been. Even though my lover had not done anything to harm me, her pleasure was so raw and uninhibited that I guessed she might hit me with a stray limb. If I wasn’t constantly under the power of the Earth such an accident could kill me.
“I need you to fill me!” she gasped after she had pulled her face from the water and her tremors had subsided. She looked over her shoulder at me again and licked her lips. Her words filled me with a heated purpose and I slid my hands down her wet back and clutched at her slender hips again.
There was no gentleness in my thrusts now. I pushed into her as fast, deep, and hard as I could. She clung to the side of the full bathtub and I had to slow down my tempo after the wooden vessel began to buck from our combined strength. Her entrance was so incredibly tight around my shaft, so wonderfully wet, and her body felt like it fit against my skin perfectly.
I couldn’t tell how long I thrust myself into her body but I felt the familiar sense of buildup begin in my lower stomach. She must have sensed it too, because she reached up her left hand off the edge of the tub and used it to stifle a scream of pleasure.
“Can you . . .” I gasped and ran my nails over her pristinely smooth back. Iolarathe turned her head into my face. Her silver eyes were glowing wildly and she bit down on the side of her hand to keep from screaming. A small stream of her blood was dripping down the side of her arm from where her teeth met her white skin. She nodded urgently and the agreement from the beautiful Elven woman was enough to send me over the edge.
I pushed a last time into her entrance, as deep as I felt I could go without hurting her, and felt my body release. My seed poured out of me in a mixture of icy pain and fire. She screamed against her hand and bucked against me like an untamed horse. My orgasm didn’t seem to stop. I felt myself contract over and over, filling her womb. Finally, I was able to relax and we leaned against each other and the side of the wooden tub.
“Amazing,” she muttered breathily with exhaustion and pleasure. We spent a few more minutes catching our breath and she spoke again. “You filled me with so much,” she laughed slightly, “and you are still so hard inside of me. Could you go again?” I nodded and she bit her bloody lip.
“Ah,” she sighed. “Tempting. But we should finish this bath, the water is almost cold and we have probably risked more than enough noise.” She shifted her body and my wet penis slipped out of her. She drifted back to the toilet room and returned shortly.
She slid into the water with me and we lay there for a few minutes. Her head against my chest and my arms around her shoulders. My erection was still standing proudly and even though my body was humming from the pleasure of our lovemaking; I knew that I could fuck her for the rest of the next week and not feel tired. Her hands did find my shaft and she played with it for a few minutes before kissing me passionately again.
“I need fresh clothes. Something dark for tonight,” she whispered in my ear after my mind stopped spinning from the kiss.
“I can go buy something.”
“I’ll wear the robe back to our room. Pick up the new clothes and return quickly. There are still a handful of hours before sunset and I wish to enjoy them with you in our room.” She smiled at me and one of her hands gently stroked my face while the other one attended to the tip of my penis.
“If things go poorly tonight, this may be our last chance to love each other.”
I nodded at her words but thought better than to reassure her. The plan was sound and the only way we would fail was if one of my friends guessed I was in the city and would go after this magical device with Iolarathe. That was unlikely.
Soon we would be free of this place and reunited with our daughter. Then our lives would truly begin.
Chapter 32-Kaiyer
“Pretender!” Turnia’s voice smacked me from my memory violently and I jumped in surprise.
“What did you ask?” I squirmed back into my seat on the pillow and tried to hide my erection. The memory of making love to Iolarathe was wonderful, but it had come at a very awkward moment and I couldn’t quite place what had happened in the last few minutes. The empress, Dissonti, and Vernine stared at me with wide-eyed shock. I didn’t know how long the recollection had captivated me or if I had spoken or moaned, but based on their faces, I feared I had revealed exactly what I had dreamed of.
Turnia’s blue eyes glared at me for a few moments before she spoke.
“I asked what conditions you had. Then you sat there and stared at the floor.”
“My mind wandered. I apologize.”
“I am eager to bring this to a close, Pretender. Tell me what you want and then give me your testimony.” She seemed to relax a bit, but her two guards still eyed me skeptically.
My mind raced and I struggled to remember what I had intended to ask. The memories meshed with the feeling of bathing with Iolarathe, but once I recalled the earlier part of the memory with my lover, I felt more confident about my plan, though it was still incredibly risky.
“You said that I will be given comforts and pleasure for the remainder of our journey?”
“Yes,” she confirmed.
“What does that include?”
“A larger tent, new clothes, as much food as you want, and regular baths. I could even allow the removal of your shackles,” the hawk-featured woman said.
“How about companionship every night?”
“I could arrange a nightly massage, but I won’t force any of my people to fuck you, Pretender.” She shook her head.
“I am not inferring that one of your women fucks me.”
“Then?” Her word hung in the air for a few seconds before I saw the realization dawn on her face.
“You said you would torture and execute her if I confirmed your suspicions,” I said.
“Yes. That is my intention.” She nodded slowly and I couldn’t read her expression.
“Give her to me for the duration of our trip. After I am executed you can do what you will with her.”
“No.” Telaxthe realized that we were speaking about her and seethed the word. “I would rather die.” The empress wasn’t begging or demanding, but her eyes were molten fire and glared at me with the heat of a dozen suns.
“If only everyone could choose their fate, Telaxthe. I know my brother would have preferred to die in a nobler way.” Turnia turned back to me and our eyes met for a few seconds.
“I wonder at your motivation,” she said at last.
“I am attracted to their kind. I find her beautiful even though she hates me. The knowledge that she finds me disgusting will add some spice to our fucking.” The words were distasteful in my mouth, but they needed to be said to convince Turnia. Part of it was true. I did find Telaxthe beautiful and she did hate me, but I would not force a woman into sex.
“I doubt I will be able to let you possess her after I deliver you to the Council. So I will only commit to keeping her alive until then.”
“But you can ask them?”
“Yes. But I doubt they will want to give you any of the comforts I have promised. I will ask.” She shook her head slowly. “I do not know if you are ill in the mind or diabolical in your heart. I do know that you are not the real Kaiyer by any stretch of the imagination. The Betrayer loathed the Elvens and would have had nothing to do with their women.”
I shrugged my shoulders and turned to the empress. She stared straight ahead into the blank canvas of the tent and did not make eye contact with me. Vernine’s ruby eyes met mine and I wondered if she guessed at my intentions.
“What of Dissonti, Vernine, and the empress’s servants? Will they be free to go as you promised?” I wanted to ensure Vernine would live through this ordeal.
“I said Dissonti could leave safely if Telaxthe cooperated.” Turnia turned to the empress and the Elven woman gave a slight nod but didn’t adjust her gaze. “If Vernine and these servants had no part in my brother’s murder, then they may leave as well. We can determine that after the empress gives
you the information you want and you tell me of my brother. Is there anything else?”
“Yes. The empress has some Mastkur.” As soon as the words left my mouth the three O’Baarni women leaned slightly.
“She does?” Turnia raised a dark blonde eyebrow and regarded Telaxthe. Her cool demeanor seemed to crack for a half a second.
“A few pounds. I would like to enjoy it with you on the night before we leave this world.”
“I will gladly agree to that,” she said to me without looking in my direction. “Where do you keep the Mastkur, bitch?” Turnia asked Telaxthe. The empress turned to one of her servants and nodded. The man rushed out through the rear curtain and I assumed he would produce the intoxicating meat shortly.
“What else?” Turnia looked back at me.
“That is all.” I shrugged again and forced my face to make a dumb smile.
“Fine.” She turned to the empress. “Tell this Pretender what he thinks he needs to know. If you try to withhold anything, I’ll have Dissonti butchered in front of you.” The jade-haired woman aimed her emerald eyes at Turnia and bit her lower lip with frustration. She didn’t seem afraid, just annoyed.
“I will comply if it means any of my kin can be spared,” Telaxthe said. The male servant came from the back of the tent carrying a large cedar chest. He walked to his empress, but she indicated with a nod of her head to place the treasure before Turnia.
“This is illegal for you to possess, Telaxthe.” Turnia shook her head when the Elven set down the chest. “Open it,” she commanded and the man did so with great reverence.
I couldn’t see because of the angle of the lid, but I did smell the euphoric meat drift through the air. The two women next to Turnia had mirrored expressions of awe and desire plain on their pretty faces. Their leader remained composed, but I guessed from the widening of her pupils that she desired the flesh as much as her companions.
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