The steam from the bathhouse swirls gently in the dim, candlelit room as Emilia leans her head back against her hand, eyes closed in peaceful relaxation. The water laps softly against her skin, soothing away the tension of the long day. The girl is lost in her thoughts, not realizing that someone else has silently entered the bathhouse until his deep voice interrupts her reverie.
"What are you thinking about?"
Alistair's voice is soft yet commanding when he steps closer to the bath. His presence instantly pulls her from her thoughts, and Emilia opens her eyes, startled when his figure comes into view.
"You didn't hear me come in?" he asks with a teasing smile, standing at the edge of the bath, water already glistening on his muscled chest.
Emilia sits up slightly, brushing the dampness from her face, "I didn't expect you to join me."
Her voice trailing off as she observes his warm gaze, yet intent. He steps into the bath, the water rippling around him. When the man approaches her, he motions for the girl to come closer.
"There's something I want to say to you."
Alistair's hands gently guided Emilia to sit on his lap. Her back presses against his firm chest, and she can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing behind her as she settles into the embrace. The intimate position stirs a familiar warmth within the girl, though she is still unaware of what he has planned.
"I brought something for you." The man leaned forward to kiss the side of her neck.
"It's to help you relax after such a long day. Go on, pour it into the water." He reaches over the edge of the bath and retrieves a small vial filled with shimmering oil. His voice is soothing, but there's an underlying playfulness in his tone that makes her hesitate.
Emilia takes the vial and uncorks it, the scent of exotic flowers and spices filling the air. She pours it into the water as instructed, watching the oil swirl and disperse into the bath. But the moment the fragrance envelops her, the girl realizes something is different.
"What is this?"
Her body begins to tingle, her senses heightened, and her skin warms unnaturally. She is turning her head slightly to look at him, suspicion flickering in her eyes. Alistair chuckles softly, his lips brushing against Emilia's ear.
"Do you remember the oil we made in Velaris?" his breath was hot against her skin.
"A little something to enhance your senses. After the day you've had, I think you deserve a bit more relaxation." The man's hands slide over her body, massaging the girl's shoulders as the oil works its magic.
Emilia's breath catches in her throat when his hands roam, his touch gentle but purposeful, massaging her breasts while his fingers glide lower and teasing her. Despite her surprise, her body responds to him, the effects of the oil amplifying every sensation. The warmth of the bath, Alistair's firm grip on her, and the sweet scent of the oil, everything makes her feel more alive, more aware of every touch.
"I found a pâtissier for the Queen's birthday today."
Emilia starts to open the conversation as Alistair's fingers continue their exploration. Her voice quivers slightly when he begins to massage her most sensitive places, his lips trailing soft kisses down her neck. The man's voice laced with amusement while his hand slipped between her legs, stroking her with increasing pressure.
"That's good. Do whatever you think is best. You always know what to do." His nonchalant reply only adds to her frustration, especially when her body trembles under his touch.
"And what about you?" she asks breathlessly, her hand reaching behind to stroke his cock, already hard and pressing against her. "What did you do today?"
"Meetings, as usual." Alistair's tone is still casual despite the obvious tension between them.
"But mostly, I was thinking about you… which made it hard to concentrate." His confession is followed by a groan when her grip tightens, the girl strokes becoming firmer. "Were you thinking about me?"
Emilia remains silent, too focused on the pleasure building inside her to respond. But her silence gives Alistair an answer, and he chuckles softly, his fingers quickening their pace inside her. "I guess that's a no."
The girl's only response is a moan as he increases the intensity of his touch, and in retaliation, she works his cock harder, matching his rhythm with her hand. The sound of the water splashing around them mixes with their heavy breathing, and the tension builds between the couple with every passing second.
"What about Dorian?" Alistair's voice is more serious now, though his fingers never slow their movements. "What do you think of him?"
Emilia groans softly as the question interrupts her growing arousal. "He's… intriguing," she manages to say between gasps. "But… so far so good. I just need to adjust."
Alistair's fingers pause for a moment, his grip tightening slightly. "Be careful with him," he warns, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Keep your distance."
Before she can respond, his fingers begin their slow, torturous dance again, pushing deeper and faster. Emilia's body arches against him, her hand now gripping his cock harder as she quickens her own pace.
"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" his voice thick with desire when he teases her with his skillful hands. "Am I getting better?"
Emilia bites her lip, smiling despite the overwhelming pleasure. "You're definitely getting better," her breath ragged. "But I still like your mouth the best."
That's all the encouragement Alistair needs. With a sudden, fluid motion, he pulls his fingers and lifts the girl out of the water, positioning her on the edge of the bath. Emilia gasps in surprise while he spreads her legs, positioning himself between them, his eyes dark with hunger.
Without another word, the man's mouth descends on her pussy, his tongue expertly flicking and stroking her most sensitive places. Emilia's hands fly to his hair, holding him close as he devours her, his tongue moving with a practiced desperation that drives her wild.
"Is this what you like?" his breath was hot against her wet skin. "When will I kiss you like this?"
"Yes," Emilia's back arching when she tightens her legs around his neck. "That's exactly what I like."
Alistair's grin is wicked as he dives back in, his tongue pushing deeper, stroking her insides in a way that makes her tremble. The aphrodisiac oil has heightened every sensation, and Emilia can barely think, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. Just when she's about to give in to the sensation completely, a thought crosses her mind, and she lightly pulls on the man's hair, making him look up.
"Did you have dinner?" Emilia's chest rises and falls rapidly while she tries to maintain some control over her voice. Her tone is playful, though the way her legs shaking around his head betrays her arousal.
Alistair grins, his lips still glistening with her wetness. "I did. But I skipped dessert."
Emilia arches an eyebrow, her lips parting in a quiet gasp as his fingers gently press against her clit. "Oh? Why's that?"
He licks his lips deliberately, his gaze intense when he locks eyes with her. "Because," he whispers, his voice thick with desire, "there's no dessert sweeter than this."
The man's fingers press into her pussy while he leans in closer, his mouth hovering just above her clit. "Your pussy is so sweet… even honey can't compare."
Emilia's breath hitches while her body reacts to his words, her core tightening with anticipation. "Prove it," she challenges, her voice soft yet demanding. "Eat me like you mean it."
Alistair's eyes darken, the playfulness fading as a hunger overtakes him. Without wasting a second, he lowers his head and begins devouring her pussy with renewed intensity, his tongue working in long, deep strokes that send shivers up her spine. The man's hands grip her thighs firmly, pulling her closer to him while his mouth explores her with deliberate urgency.
His tongue flicks and swirls around her clit, then moves lower to tease her entrance before thrusting back inside. Alistair pace quickens, his fingers joining in as they circle her clit, pressing harder in a way that makes Emilia's hips buck against him. The girl can't hold back the moans that escape her lips, her fingers tangling in his hair while she urges him to keep going.
"Harder. More… do it harder, like you love it. Like it's the best thing you've ever tasted."
Alistair groans against her pussy, his own arousal growing at her words. He redoubles his efforts, his tongue plunging deeper inside her, licking and sucking with an almost ravenous intensity. The man's fingers rub her clit harder, circling it faster and faster as Emilia's body arches beneath him, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.
"Yes… just like that," her voice breaking as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. "Don't stop… keep going… like it is your favorite meal."
Alistair hums in response, the vibration of his voice sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. He grabs her hips tighter, his tongue working feverishly as if her pussy truly is the sweetest dessert he's ever tasted. The wet sounds of the man's mouth on her only heighten her arousal, and soon Emilia can't hold back any longer.
"Al…" she gasps, her voice rising. "I'm… I'm so close…"
When she moans out his name, Alistair groans in response, one of his hands sliding up her body to grip her breasts, pinching her nipples to intensify her arousal. He sucks and licks with abandon, clearly enjoying her taste and the power he has over her. He pauses for just a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet hers as his other fingers continue their relentless assault on her clit.
"Scream my name when you come. I want to hear it echo in this room."
Emilia's body trembles violently when his words push her over the edge. "Al.."
Her voice reverberates off the walls as her climax hits her full force. The girl's legs shake uncontrollably, and she throws her head back, her entire body consumed by waves of pleasure. Alistair keeps his mouth on her, drinking in every drop of her release, his tongue never stopping until she's completely spent.
Even then, the man continues to lick Emilia slowly and tenderly, savoring every last bit of her taste. When her body finally relaxes, he pulls back slightly, licking his lips with a satisfied smile.
"As sweet as always." He murmurs, his fingers brushing softly against her swollen clit. Emilia shivers at the gentle touch, her body still sensitive from the intensity of her orgasm. When her body relaxes, she looks down at him with a dazed smile.
"Was that enough proof for you?" Alistair mischievous glint in his eyes as he leans forward, his breath hot against her skin.
Emilia lets out a breathless laugh, her chest still heaving while she catches her breath. She lies back on the cold floor, spreading her legs wider in invitation. "Not yet."
A naughty grin spread across his face, "Do you want my cock now?"
Emilia smirks, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Do you want my pussy now?"
Alistair's eyes darken with lust while he positions himself between her legs, his cock hard and ready. The man's hand slides up her thigh, spreading her legs further apart as he lines himself up with her entrance, he leans down and his lips brushing against her ear. "I will never say no to that."
His voice dripped with anticipation, "Are you ready? Because I'm going to enjoy this dessert… thoroughly."
Emilia moans softly as she feels the head of his cock press against her wet pussy. "I want you inside me," she breathes, her voice trembling with need. "Now."
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