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“I’m glad my lady approves,” he said, as he carried her over to it and without a word he released his arms. Only the joke was on him, as Oye let go and floated midair, she moved her hands behind her head and kept her eyes directly on his as she slowly lowered herself into the tub.
“Maybe, next time warlock," she said, pulling the now wet blanket from her body, and tossing it at his feet. “You’re a thousand years too young to try to get this witch.” She settled back as the metal pieces in her hair clicked together retwisting into two strands until she had a large bun atop her head.
Lowering her arms, she let her fingers flick the water up. Eyeing him she asked, “Aren’t you coming in?”
CASTIAN
He’d at first been disappointed she didn’t fall in. But looking at her body surrounded with floating rose petals and thick bubbles. Lancelot wasn’t sure what his goal had been a few seconds ago. When she offered him an inviting look he bent down and picked her up with little effort. Getting in he settled her on his lap.
Oye released a squeal, before she bit her bottom lip. She reached down and grabbed him. “Shouldn’t you finish what you started,” she purred,
glancing over her shoulder. She slightly rose, moving him before she slowly lowered herself onto his dick.
“Ooh, that’s the stretch,” she moaned as she fully seated herself.
Castian head dropped back. “Ride me, my lady.”
“I know what to do,” she snapped, even as she lifted up and down, her hips rolling like the sea. He cursed and grabbed her hips, her slick skin warm against the palm of his hands.
“Now, now, this is my ride.” She pushed his hand away. “My speed.” She groaned, as she moved up and down on his dick. Her ass playing peekaboo with his eyes. He wanted to make her move faster, but Oye needed this, this control that had her squeezing him.
Her breathing became shorter, as she looked back at him her teeth exposed as she snarled her body moving faster. “Shit, Castian.”
She closed her eyes, her chin lifting as she jerked her hand up grabbing the side of the bathtub.
He snapped, rising he pushed her forward to her knees, one hand on her hip and the other on the back of her neck. “Here.” He chuckled as he picked up his tempo. The water sloshed, hitting the floor and the steam grew as he fucked her roughly. Last night had been about becoming more than one, but right now he just wanted that mind numbing pleasure, he enjoyed the sight of the globes of her ass jiggling as he fucked her.
The sound of her muttering telling him he was hitting it right, and that she was eager for more.
He stilled just to adjust himself, and smacked her ass just to see her back bow she rolled her ass into his large hand. “That’s my goddess.”
She purred, her ass moving he met her tempo watching the slip and slide of his dick from inside her. He didn’t see the burning candles on the floor growing brighter, or feel the steam that grew around them, he was only focused on the woman that demanded him to move faster and harder.
He didn’t mind giving in to her demands, in fact he added a bit of magic to his movements.
“Shit,” Oye screamed, her nails growing with silvery tips and cracking into the porcelain of the tub, her hair falling apart, the long strands covering her back and dipped into the water. “Ah, ah I’m—”
“Come for me,” he commanded, holding her hips so tight as he bared his teeth, once more filling her with wave after wave of his cum. Her body trembled against his hold; she rolled her hips against his as if luxuriating in the feeling of him pressed against her as he came. She pushed up, and leaned back, so that her slick back pressed against his front.
“How was I?” she asked, her eyes heavy and her lips swollen from where she’d bit them. He leaned forward nuzzling her neck, she chuckled as his hand ran over her body hungrily.
“I think it’s time we actually washed,” she whispered, brushing a kiss against the side of his head. “I’m sure the others are waiting.”
“They can rot.”
She clicked her tongue, and the large bath changed easily to a shower. She pulled herself from his hold, and turned to face him, he remained on his knees, his nose at her navel. He wrapped his arms around her legs, and kissed the piercing there. “You’re a wicked woman, for leaving me.”
Brushing her fingers through his hair, she stared down at him, her gaze filled with affection. “You’re a wicked man, for trying to fuck me till I can’t walk.”
He lowered his head, and she felt his smile against her stomach. “Indeed, I am but you love it.”
“I do.”
He eventually released her, and got to his feet. Together they washed while still touching and brushing hands along each other’s skin. Castian couldn’t remember when he’d last felt so complete.
The way she softened against him, and allowed him to pull her to his side made him want to cover her with his love. Castian couldn’t ask for anything more.
Only when he and Oye finally arrived was he faced with the reality of the world the two of them had managed to escape.
