My chambers at the Harthen palace complex were quite luxurious. I didn’t know who in Fenvitz’s reign I had unseated exactly, but clearly being the new Duke’s Chosen liaison to King Kajo gave me some standing. The baths were spacious, with a large shower that had nozzles pointing from four different directions and a waterfall spout above. Two of the sides were grey and white whorled marble, lined with golden trim, the other two glass. It was a gorgeous assembly, with mirrors along the walls outside the shower that steamed up but cleared efficiently with vents along the floors and ceilings.
I slid open the door to the shower and twisted the knobs to start the hot water. When I turned back around, I laughed. Skarde was already naked.
“I don’t even know how you untied your boots that quickly.”
“Would you believe me if I said it wasn’t due to practice in these similar situations?”
I bit my lip and studied him. “I’m not actually sure… I haven’t quite figured that out, yet. It seems like you could have girls lined up for you on Vailstor, if you wanted. But, I don’t think you want that… You have been seeking the right one…”
Skarde reached for my tunic and slid it up over my head. He bent low and kissed my clavicle, then traced kisses down along the rise of my breasts as he undid my bra behind my back, letting it drop to the ground, then leaning in and sucking first one and then the other nipple into his mouth for a quick, delicate nibble. He leaned back, cupping them, continuing to massage them, as he looked at me, very seriously.
“I have been waiting for the right one. The Chosen one. My Destin. You, Ilisa. You and only you can match me.”
A trill of butterflies flurried in my stomach, hovered near my throat, almost seemed like the pinprick of happy tears, but I choked them away, then fumbled at my pants.
The steam was already rising on the surrounding mirrors as we slipped, naked, into the foggy shower setting, closing the door.
“Is it too hot?” I breathed out as we let the raindrops of water cascade onto our skin. Skarde shook his head, kissing my shoulder as the droplets matched the gentleness of his lips. The showerhead above us soon soaked us, a fountain spray, a waterfall cascade slicking our bodies as our fingers explored and pressed into each other.
I slipped my hand down to take Skarde’s hard cock in my hand. It was substantial, far larger than anything I had had before. I rubbed it in and out of my hand as he traced my jawline with his fingertips, beckoning my lips to his. His mouth was eager, sweet pressure against mine, drawing me in, small gasps intermingled with moans as I played with the head of his cock.
I pulled back from his kisses and dropped to my knees. I took his cock into one hand, my other hand on his ass, and gently, gently, slid his cock all the way down my throat. He gasped and slammed his hand against the wall, stunned. I pulled it out, working my tongue around the shaft, sucking in hard, forming a ring with my fingers. Then I thrust it in and out, continuing to knead his ass with my other hand. I looked up at him, his full cock in my mouth, water streaming into my eyes and down my face, mingling with the spit forming around his thick cock, and his eyes were glazed and euphoric. His legs were quivering, bowing down a little as I made them weak.
I moaned into his cock, humming, letting the vibrations of my lips quiver against his skin, and he grunted, “Good gods…” He laced his hands into my hair and pulled my head off his cock. “I want to take you.” His voice was low and guttural. He helped me to my feet. The steam was cloaking the walls entirely. There was fog all around us, drifting between our faces. Skarde smashed his mouth to mine for an intense, dizzying kiss, and then he spun me around, pushing my back down, pulling my ass into his cock. I pressed my hands into the walls, already breathless, half-scared, half-excited, knowing the pleasure that was to come, and then the tip of his cock entered me and I moaned. I gripped at the walls, leaning back into him.
“Come into me!” I yelled and he thrust. I screamed.
He filled me so deeply I thought I would jump forward through the wall. His cock was so large, hitting my G-spot, an instant, intense rhythm motion as he rocked in and out of me, his fingertips gripping my hips so hard they would leave bruises, and I slammed back into him with each thrust, guiding him in.
I looked back over my shoulder, his wet curls slick down his chest, his eyes wide and glazed over with the glory of the conquest of his Chosen, water slicking down his body, trailing off my ass as it shook back into him.
My fingers curled against the walls of the shower, making momentary movements of clearing the fog on the panels. We were both gasping for breath. I screamed with each thrust.
He got faster and faster and the world grew prismatic. The water rushing along beneath my feet seemed to take on its own life and it grew up, flooding around me, I was swept away with it, my entire body was gripped in the throes of a rushing world of G-spot vibrations and the orgasm was shaking me, flying me with fury into a tempest.
“I’m close…”
“Cum…”
The words were so brief, so few, but they resulted in sparks exploding, lights transcending through the fog of the shower, as if there were true fireworks going off fluttering from our skin and I realized that I was glowing, rippling, and he was, too.
He thrust again, hard, shuddering, gripping me, staying in me, crying out, pulling me up into
