“That Elton John knows what he’s doing. I may have taken some inspiration.”
Callie tilted her head back and laughed. “You know most of those outfits were stage costumes right?”
He hopped off the last step into a room designed to look like a cavern, complete with hanging mineral columns and dripping water. In the center of the cavern was a deep pool with water that glowed a pale blue. Steam rose off the bubbling surface. Candles dotted the floor around the pool, their flames flickering in the humid, wet stone scented air. They weren’t really candles, but little lanterns designed to mimic the appearance of a real flame and triggered to activate once the door was opened.
“Well of course I know. Which is why my choice of clothing is much more understated than his.”
Callie mouthed something, her eyes wide as she surveyed the room. “You don’t do much by half measures do you? This is amazing.”
Rathal snorted. “What would be the point in that? Besides,” he said, taking a few lazy steps to the pool and then down the carved steps into the water, sighing as the heat soaked into his fur and wet the skin below, “I deserve the best.”
Callie sucked in a breath as the hot water touched her naked body, but then groaned as she adjusted and sighed against him. He let her go and watched as she floated backwards and found the ledge to sit, the water coming up to her neck. Her eyes closed and she leaned her head back against the lip of the pool.
“Oh god, I needed this.”
There was a wood tray about two feet long to the right of the pool where various bottles of soaps, salts, herbs and oils sat. A small stack of scrubbing cloths were folded on the tray as well. Rathal plucked a rich herbal soap that reminded him of the deep woods, added a cloth to his bounty, and approached Callie.
“Hop up on the edge of the pool, darling, and I will bath you. No sass,” he said when she opened her eyes to give him a look of protest. He chose to ignore the eye roll when she did what he asked and rose out of the water to sit on the edge. He nodded, wedging himself between her thighs and poured some of the soap onto the cloth, rubbed the cloth together to get a good lather and then started at her neck, being sure to apply a firm pressure as he circled over her with the soapy cloth.
Callie watched him for a long moment, a warm expression on her face, and then closed her eyes and let him work. He stroked down her arms, massaging as he went. When he came to her heavy breasts he slowed even more, smiling when her breath paused for a second as he lifted and kneaded each lovelyglobe with soapy hands. He brushed each dark nipple with his thumbs before moving on. He smirked to himself when her mouth turned down in disappointment, though she didn’t open her eyes.
“Lean back, please,” he murmured softly, not wanting to break the spell he was weaving. He was hard and aching at the sight of her spread out before him, and he badly wanted to sink back inside her but ignored it in favor of lavishing his prize in the tender aftercare that she deserved. She was no doubt sore from earlier anyways. Though, perhaps he’d take a small taste before this was over.
One corner of her mouth lifted in a half smile as she opened her eyes and looked down at his stiff erection straining in her direction. She returned her gaze to him and complied with his request, leaning back on her hands and he slowly washed her stomach, dipping low with every stroke until she bit her lip, invitation in her eyes.
He ignored it and took a step back, lifted her leg out of the water and started washing her foot, kneading the arch as he did so. He moved up to her calf, massaging with the suds and paying special attention to the back of her knee. When he moved on to her thighs, her eyes grew heavy and heated. Her mouth parted as if she was going to ask him something but he shot her a look for silence. Her eyebrow rose, but her mouth closed. He ducked his head again and focused on the task at hand. The higher he rose on her leg, the faster her breath came. He bit back a smile and ignored her whine of protest when he once again avoided the area she was so desperate for him to touch and instead started down her other leg.
“Stand up and kneel with your back facing me please.”
She did as he asked, sitting on her calves and facing away from him. He added more soap to the cloth and worked the suds across her shoulders, paying special attention to the tightmuscles there. Her head dropped forward with a groan so he lingered there until he felt the knots loosen. He ran the cloth down her spine in little firm circles, feeling with the fingertips of his other hand for any more tight areas before he moved to her ass.
Long soapy fingers dipped between her cheeks, touching her asshole teasingly before moving away…. he laughed when Callie glared at him over her shoulder.
“Not a fan of ass play, darling?”
She shook her head. “No, not in particular. I’ve tried before and wasn’t a big fan.”
He nodded his head. “I understand. If ever you should decide you would like to try again, I will endeavor to make it better for you.”
She huffed a short laugh and looked away from him. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now are you going to wash my pussy or not?”
He laughed and grabbed her about the waist, lifted her, and sat her back down facing him again.
He leaned her back and spread her legs wide. He crouched and looked up at her with an evil grin. “As you wish.”
She gasped and then moaned when his tongue speared her, driving deep inside and curling to make sure he “cleaned” every nook and cranny. He had to be thorough after all. He was not a male of half measures as she so sweetly pointed out.
Her legs came over his shoulders and one of her hands landed on his head between his ears when he withdrew and replaced his tongue with his fingers so he could focus on licking her clit. One more orgasm couldn’t hurt. It was good for the soul. Her moans were rising in volume and he could feel the fine tremor in her legs that signaled she was close to the edge. Her scent deepened.
He added a third finger, pumping them faster and increasing the pressure and tempo of his tongue flicks until her fingers tightened in his fur and her body arched as she came with abroken moan, her cunt tightening on his fingers. He kept going, letting her ride it out until she all but collapsed.
He removed his hand and rose over her, smirking down at her dazed self.
“Now I think you’re ready for some soap.”
She just stared at him and he laughed, picking up the washcloth again and cleaning her thoroughly before gathering her up and sinking into the water with her on his lap. He wrapped her in his arms and leaned back against the lip of the pool, content at last. His cock was pressed against her ass and back, a kind of sweet torture that he half enjoyed. The anticipation of having her again enough to make him giddy. He would give her a few hours to recover and then he’d see about bending her over his throne. He shivered at the mental image and had to close his eyes to gather himself to keep from pinning her against him.
She’d been so hot and wet, so eager for more. He’d been rougher than he’d intended during their Hunt, and again earlier, but she’d loved every second of it. Begging him for more, for harder. When her arousal had gushed out of her with her orgasm he’d almost died of pride.
