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I felt the truth of his words down into my bones, melting me from the inside out.
"Can I touch you, my Queen?"
I swallowed, knowing exactly where that was going to lead us.
"Y-yes."
He nodded and took the bathing suit bottoms in hand, pulling them slowly down my thighs until he was kneeling in front of me, my sex at eye level to him, untrimmed bush on full display. My stomach was a loaf of dough, soft and full, and I waited for what he might do when he saw it. Big boobs were one thing but a soft tummy was something else.
But he simply grinned up at me and, holding my gaze, his tongue slipped from his mouth and flicked against my belly button.
I gasped at the strange contact but didn't stop him as he laved the skin of my stomach with his tongue. He hadn't moved at all and I started to wonder how long that tongue of his was when it snaked down through my thick curls and between my pussy lips. He found my clit like he had a road map to it and wrapped the end of the forked tongue around it. His eyes burned me up as he stared at me and began to explore me. His licks were firm, rolling and before I could even think about stopping it, he'd coaxed my clit from beneath its hood and was working the tip like a maestro.
My cries echoed in the bathroom, getting louder with each second, as he worked me faster and faster. When the wave he'd been building in me crested, it took me completely by surprise and I screamed as a rush of wet dripped from me. I was on fire, I was flying, I was dying all at once as I rode it out.
I'd barely come back to myself when I realized that his tongue ran up and down my inner thighs and he was groaning.
He'd made me squirt and now he was lapping it up like it was ambrosia.
"So good," he groaned against my cunt, "you're incredible."
But I was too damn sensitive now and just the barest brush of his face against me caused too much friction on my clit. I cried out and pulled back, chest heaving and legs trembling.
"I can't...I need a break."
"Of course," he rose in a fluid motion that was as graceful as it was sensual and scooped me up. "Let me bathe you, my Queen."
"Why do you keep calling me that?" I asked, just for something to distract me from the fact that his cock was out of its hidey hole and I was damn tempted to see just how it fit.
"Because that is what you are."
He set me on my feet, the warm water heavenly against my skin, and looked around the shower at the shampoo bottles and bar of soap. I could tell that he was a bit confused, so I grabbed the shampoo and squeezed some in to my hair. I'd barely gotten it lathered when he gently took my hands down and shook his head.
"It is my honor to bathe you, but I might require some education."
I smirked at how sexy and cute that was all at the same time.
"Okay, well, massage this into my hair."
He turned me around and began to do just that. His claws scrapped against my scalp, but just light enough to be soothing not painful. He took his time, working it through my straight hair with great care.
"Rinse?" he asked.
"Yes."
Once again, his hands on my shoulders turned me. I closed my eyes as he rinsed the shampoo out.
"Why am I your Queen?" I asked as I started lathering up a washcloth.
"Because you freed me. Only the one meant to rule the Western Regnum Maris by my side could've freed me. You were fated to be mine, as I was fated to be yours."
I almost dropped the damn soap as what he was saying began to sink in. He took the cloth from my hand and began to run it over my shoulders and arms. All I could do was stand there in a daze as his words spun in my head.
Only when he got to my ass was I jolted out of my spinning thoughts. I jumped and tried to take his hands away but he shook his head.
"I adore your fleshy bottom. Please, let me rub it."
Either I was having a breakdown or the only way my brain could handle all of this as to latch onto the absurdity of what he'd just said because I started to laugh uncontrollably.
