"Follow me." She commanded before standing in the tub, feeling the loss of his body almost instantly. Stepping out of the water and simultaneously grabbing a towel, she made her way to the bed. Rivulets made their way down her body and flowers sprung from the earthen floor wherever the droplets landed. Elanor's bottom danced with every step, breasts hidden from sight until she plopped down on the plum colored bedding. Her lowered voice sent a shiver down Thomas's neck as the moonlight lapped at wet curves when she walked. Longing filled him shortly after, for now he had known her sweet flavor on his lips. The captain stood and stepped over the rim of the bath. His body no longer ached, and he noticed the knots in his neck had disappeared. Even his bad knee, an old gift from a particularly dangerous orc chieftain, felt like it did twenty years ago.
"You minx," he began, the flowers on the earthen floor tickling his ankles as he passed over them. "You've healed me a tad more than a simple courtesy would dictate." He almost laughed at her playful writhing on the bed, as if she was channeling a spring kitten, before he joined her.
"Then stay with me," she purred, stretching her arms towards the headboard, arching her back off the bed to further warm up her muscles for what she was sure would be a long, satisfying night. Age had done little to quell the passion in her partner and she intended to stoke those flames to new heights as he was doing at that very moment.
In a quick motion, he let his hands slip under each of her knees. While Elanor was still in the midst of a surprised shriek, Thomas brought his lips to her navel. After allowing his tongue to linger around the rim of her belly button, he let his head sink lower between her thighs until the tip of his tongue found her sex.
"There's that honeyed mix of wine and cream I've been craving."
He was no longer concerned with admitting to himself that he wanted her. Part of that may have been due to her obvious attraction to him. Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her closer still, clamping his lips over the hood of her clit and tonguing her little pink pearl. Unable to help the small moan of satisfaction that came from his lips.
"Mm."
His mouth touched down between her legs, whiskers tickling along the insides of her thighs. Hands on the outsides digging into her skin enough to apply pressure, but not enough to hurt, was a delicious contrast. She gave a sharp gasp as her hands went for his hair. Abruptly, she stilled her hands in midair and, instead, curled her fingers in the sheets. She spoke through gritted teeth.
"Stop teasing me and get on with it, else you'll find yourself sleeping in the stables for the rest of your stay."
"Mm hmm." It was all the reply he could manage. The rumble of his voice reverberated over her clit and he worked it with his tongue before he slipped two of his long fingers into her folds. Before long, fingertips probed that ridge of flesh that would be her spot. The smooth thighs on either side of his face squirmed. Moans from the priestess's lips resonated like the final plucking of a harp string, etching themselves in one's brain, planting the desire to hear more. He was rewarded for his efforts by the slight gush of her sex and he applied a little more pressure in case she felt the need to finish.
"It's alright my lady," he cooed, urging after picking up his head and staring up at her face, shining with sweat and contorted in pleasure. "Let yourself go and cum for me. We have all night after all." He resumed fingering her, savoring the wet sounds of her womanhood.
Bottom of Form
Elanor pounded her fists into the mattress, cries of "Yes" and "More" falling from her lips in rapid succession. Fingertips stroking her bud warmed her from the tips of her toes to the end of her hair as it splayed on the bed. She recalled the feeling of his cock stretching her from the bathtub and that, coupled with the delicious way his mouth had danced over her sex, was enough to send her over the edge.
With a piercing scream that echoed off the walls, she came undone for him, thrashing on the end of his fingers. Tears of exertion formed at the corners of her eyes and she lay there panting, trying to regain her breath and the ability to move.
Reaching out her arms, she opened and closed her palms, like a child asking to be picked up. But she was not asking him to move her, rather, that he would move to join her.
The creamy stream that ran from her lips to his let him know that he'd satisfied his new lover, on top of her thrashings that is, and he smiled a lusty smile as he crept up onto her. His manhood has more engorged than ever as he wiped his lips clean of her juices and eased into her arms, pressing the swollen mushroom head of his prick up against the wet folds of her quim.
She lay there panting, eyes at half-mast and mewling softly. That was enough for Thomas to press his chest down onto hers and enter her. He did not have to work into her as she did him in the bath. No, this was an easy entry, slit parting like the petals of a spring lily. Gently, he began to rock his hips, filling her to hilt upon each new thrust.
"Oh, Eli..." the nickname had simply slipped. Elanor seemed too formal for such sexual familiarity. He hoped she didn't mind and continued thrusting into her, grabbing each of her hands and holding them down above her head before kissing her. She was
his
now.
Elanor didn't think it was possible for sex to get any better than it had already been. But that was before she felt her slick folds part and accept Thomas's cock anew, still tingling and sensitive from his ministrations. However, her energy levels were still recovering, so she settled for looping her arms under his so hands could sprawl against his tanned, muscled back. Legs wrapped around his waist, tugging him impossibly closer to meet her in their coupling. For once, just this once, she would allow him to take the lead.
"Once I recover," she said, voice still dreamy "I'm going to return the favor." She gave a significant jerk of her hips to meet his with an audible smack.
