The air was thick with anticipation in the grand, opulent halls of Pinewood Castle. The night was unusually warm for this time of year, and the heat was not just from the ambient temperature but from the palpable desire between two individuals who found themselves navigating the labyrinthine corridors of this ancient structure.
Bruce, with his confident stride and a charm that could only be described as magnetic, led the way. His familiarity with the castle was almost uncanny, as if he had wandered its halls in another life. His companion, equally intrigued and overwhelmed by the castle's grandeur, followed, her curiosity piqued by both the man and the mystery of his connection to this place. They reached a door, ornate and slightly ajar, leading to one of the VIP bathrooms. Bruce paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question hanging in the air.
"You look like you have a question?" he teased, his eyes dancing with mischief. "How did you find this bathroom?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and bewilderment. "It's like you've lived here, and I'm already lost!" Bruce chuckled, the sound echoing slightly in the spacious hallway.
"I was here once, a long time ago," he confessed. "Surprisingly, little has changed." His words carried a hint of nostalgia. "Were you dating someone from Pinewood?" she ventured further, her tone light but probing.
"Oh, come on!" Bruce laughed, shaking his head. "Am I that... I know I'm handsome, but a wolf?" His denial was playful, yet there was an undertone of something more secretive.
"My bad!" I replied, feigning regret. "So, why were you here?"
"I was here for the Dark Night festival; the wolves were hosting that year. I participated in some rituals, so I had to explore before the event." Bruce's explanation was sincere, yet it left room for more questions. "But this castle isn't that bad," he added, giving a nod to the grandeur around them.
They waited by the bathroom door, the sounds of the castle's other inhabitants slowly fading away as the night deepened. Bruce checked the bathroom, ensuring privacy for what was to come. "Wait here, we need to occupy the whole bathroom. It's going to be ours tonight," he declared with an authority that was hard to resist. His words, bold and suggestive, made her glance down, noticing the obvious sign of his excitement.
"What... We are spending the night here?" I asked, my voice laced with mock innocence, trying to stifle her laughter at his flustered response. "No... I... Uh... Umm..." Bruce stammered, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. "What I mean is, you are the Queen, and sharing the bathroom with others isn't right," he finally managed, his excuse as transparent as his desire. "Thank you for looking out for me, my Lord," I said, bowing slightly, my eyes catching sight of his evident arousal as she did so. The sight was both intimidating and exhilarating, stirring a mix of emotions within mine.
"Are you alright?" Bruce noticed the change in her expression, concern lacing his words. "I'm fine," she assured, smiling to mask her racing thoughts. What had she gotten herself into? The thought of the Mary twins possibly setting this up as a prank crossed her mind, but she pushed it away, focusing instead on the man before her.
"Everyone has left the bathroom, it's your turn," Bruce announced, opening the door with a flourish and bowing, inviting me in. I entered, expecting solitude, but was surprised when Bruce followed. "Ehh hemm," she cleared her throat to get his attention. "What is his majesty doing in here? I thought you said the queen doesn't share." Bruce blushed, the tables turned. "Yeah... You know the queen doesn't share; you have the whole bathroom to yourself, oh, and me, you won't share me with anyone," he quipped, his voice playful but his body language betraying his true intent.
Giving myself a mental pep talk I said, 'You are the Queen. Nothing intimidates you. Not even the most daunting of creatures. It's just a cock, nothing more. This will be over before you notice, and it's the perfect way to get over Harry.' I rationalized her situation, thinking back to past encounters at the Full Moon Fest, wondering if those had been just part of the rituals or something more.
"Are you alright?" Bruce asked again, his voice softer now, sensing her distraction. "It's nothing, my Lord," she dismissed with a wave of her hand. "I'm only going to oil my hair and leave," I lied, knowing well the real reason they were here. "Oh," Bruce's disappointment was palpable in that single syllable. "Unless there is some part of you, you want me to oil?" I countered, setting the bottle of oil on the counter, her eyes meeting his in the mirror, a challenge and invitation all at once.
"There is..." Bruce whispered, moving closer, their bodies now touching. I could feel his arousal against her, a tangible sign of his desire. The castle around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in this secluded, luxurious space. The night was still young, and the game had just begun. Our encounter was to be a dance of power, desire, and the age-old art of seduction, all within the hallowed, echoing chambers of Pinewood Castle.