A Bastard's Allure-Chapter 84: Maiden

BE WARNED. SMUT AWAITS

Jophiel swallowed the lump in her throat for the nth time, her eyes involuntarily worshipping Darion’s visible body. As if with a mind of their own, her hands supported her frame. She crawled out of the bed and stood there, blinking innocently.

"Here. I can’t reach my back," Darion said with a demonstration. His muscles were so big that they prevented him from reaching his own back.

Jophiel’s lips parted before she moved behind him. From this vantage position, she could have a bird’s eye view of his well built torso.

"Are you just going to watch?" Darion asked, breaking her from her daydream. Frantically, she picked the soap on the edge of the tub, her hands resting a few inches from his skin.

Her hands moved, slowly resting on the skin just below his neck. Moving in a circular motion, she applied it on his skin, the simple action igniting an alien feeling in the pit of her stomach. She caught the traitorous lip between her teeth before she could let out a satisfied moan.

"That feels so good," Darion admitted. The feeling of her fingers against his skin was something he had not felt in a long time.

"Is it?" Jophiel asked, biting her lip harder when the words escaped her mouth.

"Oh, you have no idea," Darion replied with a soft chuckle. But his words only acted to turn the fire, once in ripples, into a blazing inferno. Jophiel’s body was reacting completely different from what her mind was instructing it? Or was it?

As if with a mind of their own, her hands caressed his shoulders lightly, leaving traces of soap as she did so. And though her mind rung warning bells, she found her hands snaking towards his chest.

His muscles were tout, giving her the image of a piece of bread that had not been eaten for days. She didn’t know why but the idea of stroking his nipples felt like a great idea in her mind. And her traitorous hands didn’t disappoint.

Catching the end of Darion’s nipples, she pinched it to earn a groan from him. He raised his arms from the water to catch hers before she’d continue.

"I... I think that’ll be enough, thank you." Was that regret in his voice.

Jophiel’s senses kicked in, instantly withdrawing her hands as if she had touched a plague. God! What the hell was happening to her sanity?

"I’m sorry," she buttered. "That was not meant to happen. I just... Oh fuck!" She cursed holding her hair so hard she’d uproot it.

Darion craned his neck to see her flushed face. "Mmmh. Was it?" He asked, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. Jophiel’s hands snaked down to her neck when Darion raised his parted legs into a sitting position. "Seems like you’ve disturbed someone in their sleep," he added.

Jophiel’s brows creased in confusion. Someone? They were only two, and none was as... She noticed some movement in the area around his groin, her eyes suddenly widening in surprise.

"I didn’t see anything!" She whispered, her eyes now covered with her hands. Darion found her behavior amusing.

"You’ve never seen one before?" He asked, though he regretted it at the back of his mind. Jophiel shook her head, her hands still blocking her vision. Was she this innocent?

"Open your eyes," he instructed. Jophiel heard the water splash. Reluctantly, she teared her arms away but with her eyes still shut. Slowly, she fluttered her lashes before opening her eyes.

If she was breathing right now, it must be a miracle. And as much as she wanted to look everywhere else but him, she was simply stupefied. And how could she when he was standing there, stark naked, wet and oozing out pure masculinity?

He eyes wanted to wander south but she tried as much as she could to stick them to his face. His beards were dripping wet, and something down there was delivering the water running down his body, drop by drop. From the corner of her eye, she could see his length. She swallowed!

His lips curled into a smile, but she knew it was an invitation to explore his body. He was using her curiosity against her when he fucking knew she couldn’t contain it!

First, her eyes rested on his chest, and despite the warning bells ringing at the back of her mind, she explored south. His abs were more pronounced when wet and his...

"That’s really big!" She admitted, her eyes curiously exploring his length.

"Do you want to touch it?" Darion asked taking a step closer. "It doesn’t bite," he whispered, his warm breath against her skin making her weak in the knees. She could have collapsed if not for the poking length so close to her free hand.

"Go ahead," he said, sliding into the space between her palm. Was he always this shameless?

Jophiel involuntarily wrapped her palm around his length earning a groan from him. She searched his face to find him biting his lip with his eyes closed. How did that make him react that way?

"Oh fuck!" Darion cursed. "Why’d you stop?"

"Stop what?" She asked, feeling him move against her palm. His left hand held hers before he slowly pushed it along his length. He did this multiple times and released her hand.

’Mmh,’ Jophiel thought as she moved her heads in the same motion he had guided her.

"You’re a fast learner," he said before letting out a groan. "Faster, please!" He begged.

Jophiel squeezed his length and increased her pace. "Holy..." He swallowed the words to another groan, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation.

Jophiel was pleased with her actions as he let out more moans. She increased the pace building up the feeling at the tip of Darion’s manhood.

"I’m coming!" He said, leaning forward on her shoulder.

"What?" Jophiel asked, momentarily halting in her actions. She could have seen the anger in Darion’s eyes.

"For fucks sake, don’t stop!"

"I thought you’re in some kind of pain?" He leaned back to find her eyes. Oh fuck! She looked so beautiful now, staring at him with those innocent eyes while her hand was wrapped around his length, the sensation at arm’s reach.

"It’s not pain, Joph." He caressed her cheeks forcing a smile. "It’s pleasure."

"How does it feel like?" She asked, blinking innocently.

Darion sucked his lips, letting his eyes survey the room before resting on her. "Weird for the first time. It’s as if the whole world ceases to exist, only you."

"I_I want to feel the same," she said, blinking again.

Darion forced a laugh, his manhood ranging in her hands. God! This situation alone was taking him his whole restraint, and she was asking for this?

"You have no idea what you’re asking for," he replied. But she appeared disappointed, and hurt, but curious, always.

"Is it painful?" She asked, just to be sure it was an experience she needed to avoid.

Darion’s lips twisted into an evil smirk. "You’re a maiden?" He implored. She nodded.

"Don’t they teach you in the palace?" He asked, smirking his lips.

"I only know the theory. I’ve seen Lady Elena happy because they ’did it’s with his Majesty."

"And you want to do it, too?" Darion asked, her innocence making her look all beautiful. She nodded slowly in affirmation.

’What if she thinks I took advantage of her innocence?’ Darion thought. She must have been caught in the web of arousal, and now she wanted to give her body what it was asking for. Maybe he should not...

"Take off your clothes!" His lips betrayed him.

Jophiel’s lips hung in astonishment. Her eyes searched around the room as if Darion had talked to another person but her.

"H_here? Now?" She asked.

"Yes," he affirmed.

Jophiel’s lips parted in protest but she ended up swallowing the words. Slowly, she raised her hands to find the stripes on the back of her dress. Her fingers clumsily undid the knot before lifting her eyes to meet with Darion’s.

He offered her a light smile as she undid the stripes all the way down to her waist. Her hands moved to her shoulders, the cold biting her skin when she slightly moved the dress over her shoulders. She could see the expectant look on Darion’s eyes, and lust mixed with it.

The dress slowly slid off her body, dropping on to the floor. It was so cold she wanted to wrap her eyes around her chest, but Darion’s gaze held her whole body into position.

With her body defying her will, she stood there, letting Darion’s eyes gaze into her very soul. The fact that she hadn’t worn any undergarments made the heat to creep up her cheeks.

Darion could say he was standing on his last straw of self restraint now. Her cleavage alone was enough to turn him harder than his usual limit. Oh, and her breasts. They were the perfect size: not too small and not too big either. He could already imagine digging his head in between her two peaches.

Southwards, she was even more tempting than a naked goddess! Her hips were the kind he’d imagine cruddled in between his legs when he experienced the wet dreams as a boy.

His eyes traveled back to her eyes, his lips parting to form some words.

"You’re beautiful!"