She leaned forward, but the water was too deep for what he had in mind. So, he rose to his feet, holding her impaled on him, and lifted her with his body. Knees bending so his petite mate could stand on the bottom of the tub, Zul said, “Brace yourself.”
Ursula’s hands shot forward and gripped the edge of the tub as Zul wrapped an arm around her abdomen and leaned over her.
“Are you steady?”
She nodded. With a low grunt of approval, he began to thrust, hard, deep, deliberate pumps of his hips that hit her G-spot every time even as his heavy balls slapped her clit. Her mind went blank and her arms and legs trembled as pleasure suffused her body. She cried out as an orgasm swept through her and he continued to thrust through it, prolonging the mindshattering pleasure. Without ceasing rhythm he soon drove her up and over the precipice again. By the fourth time, she was blubbering and shuddering, unable to hold herself up. The fifth time, he finally emptied himself into her.
His own arms and legs trembling from the strength of his climax, Zul carefully lowered them both back into the water. He allowed his spent cock to slip from her body before gently cleaning her reddened, puffy labia and watching his seed leak from her body and swirl in the bathwater. After a moment’s rest, he turned his attention to washing and rinsing her hair.
Zul set her outside the tub before he got out. He ignored the chill of water drying on his own skin so he could tend to her first. When they were both dry, he carried her into the bedchamber and seated her on the stool in front of the vanity. First, he rummaged through her wardrobe for a dress and chose one of vibrant blue to match the Urib sky. Then he poked through her jewelry chest to find coordinating jewelry. She sat, compliant to his care, as he combed out the tangles from her hair and braided it.
“You learned to braid,” she commented with a long, slow blink.
“A simple braid,” he clarified. “I will master more complicated braids for you.”
She grinned. “Do you intend to continue dressing me?”
“Always.”
When he finished dressing and adorning her hair and body, he donned his own clothes. Extending his hand to her, he said, “Come. You must eat.”
She laid her palm upon his. Looking up at him, Ursula said, “Please allow me to walk.”
Zul frowned at her polite request. His tail slowly lashed like a cat’s, an nonverbal display of indecision. He would have preferred to carry her, nestling her sweet-smelling, soft body against his chest. However, he realized no harm would come of allowing her this small independence. Indeed, she might very well look more favorably upon him and grant him continued use of her body and the sharing of such immense pleasure if he acceded to her small request. Deciding in favor of delayed gratification, he closed his hand around hers and nodded.
“I will escort you.”
Chapter 19
Several days later during supper, Gil announced, “Some of the village council are in an uproar.”
“No one has said anything to me,” Ursula replied before taking a bite of food.
The three males had begrudgingly agreed to allow her the independence of feeding herself, although such feminine autonomy irked them.
“No, they wouldn’t,” Bran replied in a mild tone. He sighed, then took a drink. “They’re complaining to us.”
Ursula set her fork down. “So, what is it now?”
“You’ve involved the village’s females in your project,” Zul explained, “rather than relying upon the castrati to carry out your orders.”
Ursula had to admit to herself that she’d seen this confrontation coming. Indeed, she had invited it. Carefully enunciating every syllable, she replied, “I’m organizing acommunityfestival. Shouldn’t members of the community be involved?” Before any of her mates could respond, she narrowed her eyes and said, “Or do thefemalesnot count as members of the community?”
Zul glanced at Bran, unwilling to wade into that minefield. Gently, Gil responded, “The males are members of the community, too,elska’adir, are they not?”
“Do they feel left out?” she asked.
The three males sensed a trap and did not answer.
Ursula didn’t mind; she answered for them. “Did they tell you that I invited their input? Did they tell you that they refused to work with me because I’m a woman?”
“Did you expect otherwise?” Bran retorted, his tone still mild.
She huffed. “No, I did not expect otherwise, you idiot.”
Zul nearly choked on his food to hear her speak so disrespectfully to their Prime. Gil cast him an amused glance. Bran held his silence, knowing it would work better on their mate than any remonstration or lecture.
After a long moment, Ursula sighed. “The committee of women I’m working with are really enthusiastic and thrilled to be involved. They’ve got wonderful ideas and have been so very helpful. Why is it such a terrible thing to have their help?”
