They stopped in front of two large doors that opened silently on well-oiled hinges. Neriah pushed open one of the double doors, revealing a spacious bedroom filled with candles burning brightly in sconces. A massive bed sat near the center of the room covered by silken sheets trimmed with gold thread. Several plush pillows lay scattered about the mattress while several more rested neatly folded beside it. In addition, there was also a small table next to the headboard holding several bottles of wine and other drinks as well as several plates piled high with fruits and vegetables.
Neriah turned towards Tristan as he stared wide-eyed at all the opulence surrounding them. Her lips curled into a seductive smirk as she took hold of his chin between her fingers. "Tonight we will celebrate your victory over Damian," she said huskily before leaning forward and kissing him deeply.
Tristan returned her kiss eagerly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer so they could deepen their embrace. He moaned softly when their tongues met each other's caresses; however, after only moments their passion began to wane. They broke their passionate kisses reluctantly, their breathing ragged from their exertions.
"I must go prepare myself for tonight's activities," Neriah murmured breathlessly, giving Tristan's chest an affectionate squeeze before stepping back from him. "You should do the same, your bath is over there." She pointed out a door across the room where steaming water poured forth from a spout above the tub. She gave Tristan another lingering look before turning away and walking toward the bathing chamber herself.
Tristan watched her walk gracefully through the door until it closed behind her. Then he walked slowly through another doorway on the opposite side of the chamber that led to his bathing chamber. The warm air greeted him as soon as he stepped inside, carrying with it the scent of lavender soap mixed with rose petals. A large bathtub filled with hot water sat in front of him along with several towels laid neatly beside it. A small table stood nearby holding several bottles filled with oils and scented waters.
Tristan smiled in satisfaction at all this luxury being provided for him by Neriah. It was almost like living at his home again... except with the thought of people around!
He stripped down naked quickly while taking care not to get too much oil on himself. Once finished, he climbed into the bath and sank beneath its surface. As always, the heat felt wonderful against his skin; however, something about it seemed different today than usual. His mind wandered back to what Damian said earlier; perhaps there really was some truth to those rumors after all?
'There is no way I can be anyone's pet.' Tristan snorted derisively under the bubbling water.
*****
Tristan peered into Neriah's chamber cautiously. He had been waiting in his bathing chambers patiently since leaving the bedroom but hadn't heard any sounds coming from within. He walked in and closed the door behind him as he made his way to the bed.
His gaze fixated on the wave patterns on the ceiling above her bed, carefully contemplating his next action once the level was over.
The clicking sound of the door closing behind someone who had just entered the room jolted Tristan out of his thoughts.
"Did I keep you waiting too long?" Neriah's voice called out softly from across the room. She emerged from a shadowy corner wearing nothing more than a sheer robe that clung tightly to every curve of her body. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. "I hope my preparations were satisfactory," she added seductively before walking towards him with slow steps that sent shivers up his spine.
Neriah stopped when they stood only inches apart, their eyes locked onto each other intently. Then without warning or hesitation, she reached forward and grabbed hold of one of Tristan's hands while bringing it between them so it rested against her right breast. The softness of her flesh pressed against his palm caused an involuntary groan to escape his lips.
Her soft melodies drew him in as she slowly stripped her clothes off piece by piece until finally stood completely naked in front of him. A smile played at the corners of her mouth as she watched him stare hungrily at her naked form. With another sly grin playing on her lips, she leaned down slightly toward him and whispered huskily into his ear: "You have won your first victory today... Now let me show you how much pleasure I can give."
Before she could reach out for the towel that was wrapped around his waist, Tristan quickly pulled her onto him while swiftly switching places with her, pinning her beneath himself. He kissed her deeply again, this time not caring about anything else but enjoying the moment he was sharing with Neriah. He moaned softly when he felt Neriah wrap her legs around his hips and pull herself closer to him. Their tongues danced together passionately as he began grinding his hard cock against hers through his towel.
"Tristan..." Neriah gasped breathlessly after several minutes of kissing. She broke away from their kiss long enough to whisper urgently into his ear once more. "Please take it off!" She pleaded desperately, her gaze on his towel-covered erection straining painfully under its constraints. She tugged gently on it impatiently before giving up all pretense of subtlety and ripping it open violently along one side. It fell limply over both of them like a discarded rag before falling forgotten beside them.
Neriah's eyes widened in surprise at seeing what lay hidden underneath the towel which had covered Tristan's body. Her eyes traveled slowly downward until they came to rest upon the thick shaft jutting proudly forward between his thighs. The head glistened wetly in anticipation of being buried inside her hot depths. The sight caused an intense throbbing sensation deep within her core that made her feel lightheaded for some reason. The heat radiating from between her legs grew stronger by the second as she stared hungrily at Tristan's manhood.
"That was a bold move," Tristan murmured teasingly as he continued rubbing himself against her soft flesh while keeping eye contact with her throughout. His hands moved downwards towards her breasts where he cupped each one lovingly in turn while continuing to grind against her clit with every movement. He leaned down slightly so their lips were only inches apart, allowing him to speak directly into her mouth without having to raise his voice too much: "I won't hold back now... are you ready?" He asked huskily, watching Neriah bite back another moan when his words reached her ears.
Neriah nodded eagerly; however, instead of answering verbally, she simply bit lightly onto his lower lip and moaned softly when he began grinding faster and harder against her sensitive folds prepping her up for entry. She could already feel herself getting close and knew it wouldn't be long before she would have no choice but to let go and cum all over this beautiful cock! She wanted it badly enough that it almost hurt sometimes just thinking about it.
She couldn't wait any longer though or else it might never happen tonight. With a final gasp, she threw caution aside completely and wrapped both arms around Tristan's neck tightly pulling him closer as far as possible until they kissed deeply once more. Their tongues danced together passionately as they shared a momentary taste of heaven before breaking away again.
Tristan wasted little time in positioning himself at her entrance once more as soon as they broke away from the kiss. This time there was nothing gentle about the way he thrust forward inside her hot depths. The feeling was incredible even if the pain was somewhat overwhelming at first due to the size difference between them. However, after several minutes the pleasure quickly outweighed everything else causing them both to moan out loudly in unison.
In, out, in, out... In, out, in, out... Tristan repeated these actions while their bodies rocked back and forth with increasing speed. Neriah felt like she had been struck by lightning every single time their hips collided with each other while their mouths remained locked firmly together. Her body shook violently with each thrust while waves of ecstasy washed through every inch of her being making every nerve ending tingle intensely. It wasn't long before she found herself on the brink of climaxing but her mouth dropped open in dissatisfaction when Tristan suddenly pulled his cock free from within her grasp without warning.
"What are you doing?" She gasped breathlessly when his cock slipped out seconds later, leaving behind an empty void that ached for his return desperately. "Don't tease me!" She pleaded frantically as tears began forming in the corners of her eyes; knowing full well that it would be impossible for him not to fill that emptiness again very soon now!
Tristan smirked down at her as he continued stroking himself slowly: "I'm just getting started." He replied smugly, watching Neriah's face turn bright red with embarrassment at having lost control of her tongue completely over something this trivial.
He laid back on the bed, his arms crossed under his head so he could watch Neriah's reaction closely. His gaze traveled hungrily across her naked form which was still trembling slightly beneath him after losing contact with his throbbing erection moments ago. The sight caused a wave of heat to wash up into his groin once more causing a fresh surge of blood to rush towards his already hardening shaft. The feeling made him smile wickedly against his will, "how about taking matters into your hands? I don't think either one of us can wait much longer..."