Aldric locked eyes with her, a mischievous glint dancing in his gaze. "I couldn’t care less about your condition," he remarked, his tone laced with playful daring, "as long as you keep those hands on ."
Islinda’s pulse quickened, a throbbing sensation building between her knees. She realized, with a sinking feeling, that she was in for trouble yet again. When had she ever learned her lesson about being around Aldric? And in such an intimate setting as a washroom, no less? She must truly be a glutton for punishnt.
"Fine," she managed, struggling to steady her breath, "I’ll do my best to maintain professionalism in... touching—" Her words trailed off as Aldric casually stripped down to his underwear, leaving little to the imagination.
"Father of all Faes," Islinda murmured, swallowing hard as she drank in the sight before her, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath. If the gods had any rcy, they’d intervene because Aldric was surely going to be the death of her.
Her eyes traced the intricate runes adorning his chest and back, the lines seeming to writhe with a life of their own, stopping just shy of his neck. She couldn’t help but wonder about their significance and if Aldric could decipher their secrets. Her throat constricted as she followed the contours of his toned abdon, her gaze lingering where they disappeared beneath his underwear, her mouth suddenly dry.
When her gaze connected with Aldric’s, the intensity of his knowing stare sent a shiver down her spine. She felt exposed, as if he could see straight through to her innermost thoughts, and her cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassnt. Before she could muster a coherent response, he tilted his head and spoke, his voice dripping with teasing amusent, "Enjoying the view?"
Aldric didn’t stop there.
With a mischievous smirk, he continued, "Seems I don’t need to obscure the view anymore."
With a casual yet deliberate movent, he peeled off his underwear, revealing his sculpted buttocks in all its glory. Islinda’s breath hitched in her throat as her eyes widened, unable to tear herself away from the shocking sight before her.
But the shock was nothing compared to when her gaze trailed lower, beholding his impressive, throbbing mber. Islinda’s mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirling within her. She was both terrified and exhilarated, her pulse pounding in her ears as she grappled with the sudden turn of events. What in the world was going in?
Aldric’s piercing gaze bore into her, his lips quirking at her stunned expression. Without a word, he gracefully lowered himself into the bath, a contented moan escaping his lips as the warmth enveloped him. Leaning back, he rested his head against the edge of the tub, the picture of relaxed indulgence, every inch the prince he believed himself to be.
Turning his attention to the still-frozen Islinda, a dark amusent danced in his eyes. "What’s the holdup, little human? Ready to fulfill your end of the bargain, or have you suddenly found yourself overco with fear?"
Islinda’s temper flared at his taunt. So things never changed! Her fists clenched at her sides, determination sparking within her. Who said anything about being scared? No, she refused to cower before the big, bad wolf that was Aldric. She was determined to play—and win—this ga.
Instantly, Islinda reached behind her for the zipper of her dress, and the amusent on Aldric’s face vanished, replaced by a sudden seriousness. "What are you doing, Islinda?" His tone was questioning, attempting to decipher her intentions.
Ignoring his inquiry, Islinda proceeded to undress, each movent deliberate and slow, acutely aware of Aldric’s eyes on her. The dress slipped off her shoulders, cascading to the floor in a soft pool at her feet as she stepped out of it.
"Oh..." Aldric’s voice trailed off, his expression full of surpise. He had not anticipated this bold move from Islinda. With Islinda standing before him in nothing but her undergarnts, he found himself completely taken aback.
Despite being stark naked himself, Aldric found himself srized by her, his arousal evident in the hardening of his mber. By the gods, it seed he was in for even more tornt. Perhaps he truly was a glutton for punishnt.
With renewed determination, Islinda carefully maneuvered herself into the tub, mindful of Aldric’s presence to avoid accidentally stepping on him. To her relief, the tub proved to be even more spacious than she had anticipated. She settled herself in, positioning herself to straddle Aldric, facing him directly.
Aldric let out a hiss as Islinda settled on top of him. His erection throbbed painfully, demanding release even before they had begun. Islinda herself couldn’t ignore the heat radiating from him, her panties the only barrier between them. Despite the fabric, the intense desire still seared through her, tempting her to abandon all restraint. She was tempted to simply reach down, pull her panties aside, and let him enter her in one smooth motion. Already, she could feel herself slick with desire.
With steely resolve, Islinda suppressed her overwhelming desire. She reminded herself of her purpose: to bathe Aldric and perhaps indulge in a bit of teasing and playful tornt.
Pushing aside her lustful urges, Islinda poured soap into her hands, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat between them. She then began to massage the soap into Aldric’s scalp and hair, focusing on her task at hand while ignoring the tempting distraction of his arousal beneath her.
Despite her best efforts, Islinda found it increasingly difficult to ignore the overwhelming temptation beneath her. With each passing mont, Aldric seed to grow impossibly larger, his arousal pressing insistently against her. Not to ntion his intense gaze bore into her, stirring up a flurry of sensations that made Islinda acutely aware of every inch of her own body.
It wasn’t until she ran her nails along his scalp, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from Aldric, that she felt the full force of her own desire. The sound traveled down to his throbbing mber, sending a jolt of need straight to her core. Islinda clenched her fists, her nails digging into his scalp as she struggled to maintain control. It was as though the intensity of their connection threatened to consu them both in flas.
Aldric leaned his head back, his blue eyes slipping shut. He said, "You will be the death of ."
"Well, that is what you wanted. Congratulations, you picked your poison."
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