Time to Freshen Up

The woman couldn't help but purr with pleasure as her lover began to give her little affections. He put a stop to it himself eventually and mentioned getting distracted which brought a low, throaty chuckle from the pampered fae. "Oh, I'm sure you'll be a lot more distracted before we're done." The pure intent was there and it was so very obvious. The silvered fae was feeling exponentially better than she had been and it was showing through with the return of her libido. She simply couldn't resist her giant man and she didn't want to any longer.

Ulric's attentions sent thrums of pleasure through her as he gently and lovingly bathed away the last remnants of illness that clung to her coat. He was sweet and attentive and she was so, so lucky to have him. As he continued, his scrubbing paws stilled and their eyes met. He bestowed a sweet kiss upon her and sweeter words to go along with it. The woman's golden gaze softened and she slid her muzzle under his own once more, wrapping her arms about him to pull him close. "I know. With everything that you do, I know. And I love you."

Gently and expertly, Ulric shifted Eska's form in the water so that her back was pressed against his chest. He continued scrubbing her up, his claws and paws dragging across her sides and belly. The woman was getting more than a little heated, she had to admit. The lower he got beneath the water and the more buildup he gave her, the more she couldn't suppress little breaths and groans. Rinsing the clinging suds from her now immaculate coat almost felt better than being scrubbed up in the first place, leaving the brindled fae slick and moist in more ways than one.

Turning her head, Eska's sulfuric gaze was filled with liquid fire. "Unless you want someone to walk in on me ravaging you, my love, we'd best get back to our room." Her words were dark with lust and full of promise, need and demand. If he didn't want to wait, she would have him here and now and anyone that walked in on them could be damned.

"Ulric & Eska"