“Yes, it may target a specific type of magic now, but infections escalate.” I waved at the case. “I'll leave the experiment up just to be certain. But I believe that once it consumes the spells with the loops, it will move on to the others, adjusting to survive.”
“But you're uncertain?”
“No, not that it will spread to other enchantments. But even if it doesn't spread, you can't just leave it to consume those enchantments. Buildings could collapse.”
“Our society could collapse if I do.”
“You're already being attacked because of the Silver Rot. Someone destroyed the gate and burglarized a shop in broad daylight. This is just the beginning. If you don't weed out the rot, it will get far worse. Magic won't be the only thing in jeopardy.”
Falken nodded, his massive chest rising and falling on a long exhale. “Yes, you're right. We have to end this, no matter the cost.”
Chapter Eighteen
The Dragon King tugged on my hand as we neared his suite door.
“I need to shower.” I tried to pull away.
“We can shower together.” He opened the suite door and led me inside.
After shutting the door, Falken drew me through the outer room and into the bedroom. We went past the circular bed on its platform and into the bathroom. The King went into the curve of his shower entrance. The stall was more like a room, with a wall that curved around and in, preventing the water from escaping. As I undressed, I heard the sound of falling water. Falken appeared seconds later, and we undressed rapidly, the steam like a siren's call.
I finished first and went into the shower room without him. My tired muscles needed the wet heat, and I stood under the spray, head bent and ears drooping to protect their canals. I heard Falken come in, but didn't lift my head.
“Step forward a little.”
That brought my head up, and I opened my eyes as I stepped forward, the spray still hitting my back. Falken had a soapy cloth in hand and scrubbed my chest with it. His stronghand massaged me through the fabric, going up to squeeze my shoulders. I sighed and closed my eyes again, lost to the feel of wet heat and his sweeping touch.
The cloth moved down over my belly and lower. I sucked in a breath as the King cupped my sex and gently bathed it. The cloth slipped under to soap my sacs and then slid down an inner thigh. I opened my eyes to see the King on one knee before me, his sex swelling between his thighs as he massaged and bathed my leg down to my toes. Then the other.
Looking up at me, he said, “Turn around.”
I turned to rinse my front while the King washed the back of me. His hand swept up between my legs again, this time splitting my cheeks. Using a finger, he rubbed the cloth over my opening before moving out to soap my ass. My back came next, his hands kneading my muscles as he cleaned me.
“Turn,” he said again.
I rinsed my back, reaching behind me to open my cheeks and let the water rinse me there as well. As I rinsed, Falken washed my hair, his fingers rubbing my scalp before sliding over my horns. As I dipped my head back to rinse, he fetched more shampoo and washed my tail. I jerked upright, out of the spray, the feel of his hands working shampoo into my fur oddly erotic. He got it sudsy and then stroked the length. I drew it back into the water, and he kept stroking it to rinse out the shampoo. At last, he released my tail to pull me out of the spray and kiss me.
My hands slid up his wet, hard flesh, stopping over his pronounced pectorals. Below, our cocks slapped together, the sensation shooting pleasure up my back. Groaning, I pressedinto him. Falken lifted my left leg to hook around his hip and spun me to press me into the cool wall.
I jerked away from his kiss. “I don't want to have sex here.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Why not?”
“Water isn't a good lubricant.”
Falken grinned and grabbed the bar of soap. “No, but this is.”
He soaped his hands into a froth, set the bar down, and transferred the soap to his cock with one hand while slipping the other behind me and down, between my cheeks, to soap up my ring. His thick finger popped in, and I gasped.
“Do you like that?” he whispered in my ear before sucking at my neck.
“Yes.” I writhed on his finger, pushing onto him while rubbing my cock against his thigh.
Falken spun me to face the wall, his mouth sliding across my back. A hand on my back urged me into a bed, and I gripped the ledge for the soap and shampoo. Then I lifted my tail, angling it aside. I wasn't about to slide wet fur against him. Still, he stroked my tail before splitting my cheeks. Then I felt the hard, slippery press of him. He pushed and popped past the outer ring. Pausing, his hands moved to my hips. I pushed back on him.
“I thought you didn't want shower sex?” Falken teased.
“You changed my mind. Now get to it!”
