“I will cherish it, my lord. Thank you.”
He pressed the blade to his sternum and lowered his head in a gesture of fealty. I wished to gather him in my arms and smother him with kisses, a strange but pleasant urge. Instead, I said, “My attendants have prepared my private baths. Would you join me?”
He typically bathed with the rest of the guard after his training sessions, and I bathed after breakfast. One of his eyebrows rose with interest and he stood to take the hand that I offered.
“Are you seducing me at last?” he asked, the cheek of him. I’d been moving at a glacial pace, building trust all the while. My desires hadn’t changed, but I wanted to give him the opportunity to backtrack, if he so desired, but he’d been dropping hints all along, and there was the matter of him grinding against me most mornings, his prick hard as steel and smooth as satin.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” I said gamely.
When we arrived, the royal bath house was empty of attendants, as instructed, and clouds of vapor hung heavy in the air. Our guards were posted just outside the stone atrium. Cedrych valued his privacy and I, his comfort.
The pools were fed by our pristine mountain springs. Some were ice cold for plunging and others were heated by the eternal flame and warm enough to steam. Thanks to a series of dams and pressure-activated locks, the water was refreshed regularly. Like many of my interior rooms, the space was illuminated by well-placed braziers and lit chandeliers.
“These are much more lavish than the guards’ baths,” Cedrych said, noting an intricate mosaic of tilework surrounding one of the many fountains. This one depicted my celestial ancestors, two lovers wrapped in an intimate embrace.
I came up behind him and curled my arms around his waist. Leaning back, he rested his head on my shoulder, eyes closed, a sign of trust. “Are you impressed, Your Highness?” I murmured into his delicately pointed ear.
“Yet another elvish marvel. Thank you for the tour yesterday. And the dagger. That was very thoughtful of you.”
“It was my pleasure. There is nothing I wouldn’t give or share with you, Cedrych.” Only after I’d said it, did I realize how true it was and how worrisome, for an arrangement that was only meant to be temporary.
“You have been exceedingly generous, my lord,” he said softly.
At risk of saying something even more sentimental, I began unlacing his tunic, pulling apart the fine fabric and skating my hands down his broad chest and across his curly bronzed hair. His puffy pink nipples never failed to arouse me, so soft and supple on an otherwise firm, masculine chest.
The leather strap on his breeches was next and then his cotton undershorts. I disrobed him completely until he was standing nude before me, the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Droplets of water collected on his golden skin. The knob in his throat bobbed, along with his cock.
“Always ready,” I said in appreciation.
“You do this to me,” he said with heat, holding his hands at his side so that I might have my fill of him, but it was never enough. “Join me in this natural state, my lord?” he hedged.
“Of course.” Remembering myself at last, I undressed with efficiency, laying my clothes alongside his over a stone bench so they’d not get damp. His eyes roved similarly over my form and lingered on my cock, half-hard at the moment but not for long. I steered him toward a warm waterfall so that I might wash him thoroughly. He purred as I massaged a scented oil into his hair. Then I cleaned myself as well, enjoying the prince’s roving gaze and hooded eyes. Once washed, I led him down a short staircase into the steam bath where we could both sit comfortably.
“You are being cruel, my lord,” he said after a long, languid spell. His limbs were loose, spread carelessly across my palatial bath, the water doing nothing to hide his alluring form and turgid cock. With his head thrown back, he was the picture of luxury and the image from my most carnal fantasies.
“Am I?” I asked.
“You know you are. I’ve wanted to put my mouth on your cock for weeks, and now you’re tempting me with it so flagrantly.”
“Flagrant?” I chuckled. “I am not the one currently displaying himself like a feast.”
Grinning, he sat up and stared at me with his gold-fringed eyes, then said in that direct way of his, “May I suck you, my lord?”
There wasn’t much internal debate to be had, not when he looked at me like that and asked so sweetly. I waved him over to where I sat on a smooth rock shelf, so that my cock was floating in the warm water. Cedrych dropped to a crouch between my spread thighs. Licking his lips in anticipation, he delicately kissed the head of my prick. It bobbed with interest and Cedrych took to licking the shaft like it was one of his sticky mallow fruits. The base of his tongue swept around my crown and I pumped my hips involuntarily.
“Now who’s being cruel,” I said. “Put it in your mouth and suck it, boy.”
Flashing me a devious smile, Cedrych enveloped my crown with his lips and sucked with vigor. My hand moved to the back of his head where my fingers nested deep in his damp curls. “Relax your throat and breathe through your nose,” I instructed. Only his chin was submerged as I angled my cock so that it slid easily across his tongue and palate. “Rest your hands on my thighs and squeeze if you need a break.” I then tested his reflexes by brushing against the back of his throat. The prince gagged and I relented so that he might recover.
“Again,” I said and he obeyed, taking me deeper this time. I thrust lightly into that silken heat, feeling his throat tighten in a spasm around me. When I paused for a break, I was teasing myself more than him.
“I want more, sir,” he said. His eyes were drunk with lust and his lower lip pooled with water and spit.
“Do you like to be used, boy?” I asked as I ran my finger across his petal-soft lip.
“Use me, Master.” He blinked as if realizing the slip, but I didn’t see it as such.
“If you do a good job, I’ll reward your effort,” I promised.
