There are too many places to look at first as I stand by Shaw on a wide ledge providing a view of the outside world. We are nestled in the vast mountains, not at the very top, but nowhere near the bottom. Below lie the valleys and frozen rivers that create the map of our land, the Beaivi Clan included.
“The pools were once used by the gods to replenish themselves.” Shaw stays in the shadows of the rocky, arched entrance while I peer over the side.
Turning back to him, I ask, “Do they still hold that power?”
“Do I look old?” His quick answer makes me laugh, and I walk back to drop my things by the collection of pools. Shaw follows me with determination.
“I’m going to take your clothes off,” he whispers, threading his arms around my stomach.
“I am more than capable,” I answer, knowing it’s fruitless.
“You are very capable of making pants that show off your ass, but I like stripping you.”
“Why?” My question dies in my throat as he pulls the laces open and slides his hands over my curves to loosen my pants.
“Because it makes you wet.” His fingers graze my clit. Yes, he is right. Of course, I am wet. “Then in your infinite creativity you made this perfect tie so I can unwrap your top.”
“I had you in mind.” I whimper when he opens the double-wrapped tunic to let my chest free. My head falls on his shoulder as he explores my body while his cock presses through his pants into my back. He lifts the chain off my neck and detaches the amulet, stowing it inside our pile of clothes.
“Get in the water for me?” He takes a step away. I sit on the edge and ease myself into the hot water. Swimming over to the other side, I drape my arms along the rocky wall and sink deep enough that the water is to my collarbones. Shaw takes off his clothes, springing his large cock free, and stares at me.
“Shaw?” I ask when he doesn’t move.
“You are beautiful. I know you know, but you don’t see what I am seeing.”
“What do you see?” I ask. He splashes steamy water over the sides as he joins me in the pool and swims over to my spot.
“I see all of you. Your stubbornness and perseverance. Your intelligence and beauty. We’ve both been holding back, but I have run out of reasons not to worship you. I can no longer pretend this is anything less than extraordinary.”
He pulls me into a kiss. Wild and unrelenting. My arms are around him, stabilizing us. His hands find my legs, wrapping them around his body. Even in the hot water, my arousal is tangible.Guiding us back into the edge of the pool, he props me up on smooth rocks that form a shallow seat.
“I don’t want to hold back.” I am out of breath from kisses and desperately need more. The water around us flows against the muted colors of the caves, heightening every feeling I’ve ever had until I’m dying to be released.
“Sit up here for a moment.” He lifts me higher so my body is exposed to the cool air. Tiny, opalescent water drops catch the light, making my skin shimmer. “Can I use this to help you?” He shows me the chain dripping with water.
“How?” I ask.
He holds the last link I added two days ago and says, “Put your hands on your knees.”
My eyes flare up to his, knowing how this will look with my bigger breasts, but I’m so turned on I do it anyway. My nipples swing forward, and my cunt floods with sweet heat as he takes in my vulnerable position.
“When I’m done, you can tell me you want to stay like this or not. Either way, I’m making you come in this pool.” He meticulously fixes the links over me. Looping the chain around one breast in a triangle position, he threads the end behind my neck and does the same for the other side.
As I watch him wrap the chain around my ribs and twist it up my front, the notion isn’t lost that he made the links multiply right in front of me. He pulls the chain tight, and the sensation of being held securely engulfs me, dowsing all my fiery nerves in a wave of stability. With his free hand, he takes the ribbon from the end of my braid and ties the two ends of the chain together.
“Fucking beautiful,” he groans and flicks one of my pebbled nipples. “How do you feel?”
“Safe,” I murmur. He helps me slide halfway into the water where the heat makes me want to beg.
“What do you want, Rasha?”
“Can I taste you?” I feel bold, wearing his eternal life strapped against my chest.
“Mhmm.” He sits out of the water and pumps his cock for me.Moving to my knees, I feel the water lapping at my back, urging me on.
“Tell me if I’m horrible.” I wrap my hand around his base.
He runs his fingers over my nipples while he says, “My cock between those lips will never feel horrible.”
