There are groans of appreciation and a hiss from one of the more squeamish guards. The water is cold.
Isla and I press closer together, trying to make ourselves as small as possible. We huddle down low, the water coming up to just under our chests.
Her body is plastered against mine now. There’s no space between us. Just her wet, warm skin against mine.
Her breasts are crushed against my bare chest. I can feel every curve of them. Feel the hard points of her nipples pressing into me. She’s breathing rapidly, her chest rising and falling against mine.
My body responds despite everything. Despite my attempts to keep my mind on the danger instead of her.
Heat floods through me. My cock hardens.
Dammit! I need to stop this.
I can’t.
I need to get myself under control. This is all kinds of wrong.
The guards are in the water now, just on the other side of the reeds. So close I can hear their individual voices. Can hear the splash of water as they move.
“Kakara’s cat, but this feels good,” one of them groans.
“Better than walking all night,” another agrees.
“Let’s go deeper.”
“Ahhhhh… It’s so refreshing.”
My cock is throbbing. I’ve never lost control like this before. It doesn’t matter that it’s been an age since I was with a woman. It shouldn’t matter.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek, willing my shaft to go down.
Her hair floats around us in the water, soft strands brushing against my neck and shoulders. She smells of lavender soap and wildflowers, making me want to lean in closer, to breathe her in.
Is she using a spell on me? It feels like it.
“Enough, men,” the commander yells. “Out of the water. All of you. We have a job to do. Our shift isn’t over yet.”
Thank the gods.
There are groans of protest, but the guards obey. They splash toward the shore, dressing quickly.
“We need to keep searching,” the commander continues.
“Why?” one of the guards asks. “Surely they are long gone from our court?”
“We can’t assume anything. There are teams searching the deadlands. We have a job to do. That means we continue our search of the north side of the court. I don’t want to hear another word.”
The grumbles stop.
“What about the old mine?” one of them asks.
“Good thinking. We’ll check there too.”
Their voices grow fainter as they walk away.
Isla and I remain frozen, not daring to move. Not daring to breathe.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, silence falls.
