She stood in front of the hot springs in her leather armor, quickly unbuckling the straps, anxious to get the gear off after such a long workout in the arena. The water tinkled invitingly and the rising steam beckoned her weary bones. Shedding the clothes she wore under the armor, she gingerly stepped into the heated pool of water. The water swirled about her ankles, its warmth encouraging her to go even deeper into its midst.

Stepping over to the waterfall, she stood under it, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as the water slipped over her skin. She cupped her breasts, lifting them. The rivulets of warm water slid over her face, spilling over her breasts, down across her abdomen and were lost in the shadows between her aching thighs. Lowering her head forward, the water cascaded over her back.

She was startled from her bathing by the feel of human lips on the tender nape of her neck. Her breath caught in her throat, as masculine gentle hands drifted down over her arms, joining her fingers that were still cupped about her breasts. His fingers twined with hers, tweaking, pulling, kneading her flesh. His lips continued their gentle assault on her neck.

His body curled around her backside as his fingertips met across the expanse of her abdomen and his palms slid downward, slowly over slightly rounded stomach. His lips trailed out across her shoulders before nibbling their way back to her neck. Tilting her head back even further, letting it rest lightly upon his shoulder, she let her body relax against him. The waterfall was once more pouring down the front of her body. She could feel the rivulets coursing paths downward. His fingertips spread across her pelvic region, hands moving ever lower.

He moved until he knelt before her. One strong hand came out, lifting her foot in his palm and directing it to rest upon his thigh. His fingers played along the sensitive inner side of her thigh; the other slid along the outside. His lips and tongue traced the course of water down her body. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his tongue slip over the pearl of her need.

His hands grasped her hips, pulling her closer to his questing mouth. Her soft intake of a short sharp breath sounded above the trickling water. Her hands slid down his arms, then drew inward to cradle his head to her lower body. As the tip of his tongue slid into the molten cavern of her body, she pressed to him, wantonly begging his grace.

Her body arched, sending warm water spiraling down but nothing could compare with the warmth his attentions were invoking. His lips and tongue coaxed her desire to a pinnacle and all she could do was cradle his head, riding the wave of desire he stoked with consummate skill.

As her body exploded in heat and white light and shook in response to his demands, he moved swiftly, gathering her up in his arms. He sat in the pool of the Hot Springs, lifting her legs to settle them on either side of his body and slowly met her hips upon his questing desire. Ever so slowly did he lower her, filling her steadily. She buried her face in the side of his neck, her arms wrapped about his shoulders. Whimpering sounds emanated from the back of her throat.

His palms held her hips firmly in place as he arched his hips upward. She could feel him throb inside her, her own inner muscles rippled along his length, clenching and releasing. Turning his head, his teeth nibbled on her earlobe, causing her to shiver. Slowly she joined him in the dance of passion and need. Her hips undulated against his, grinding his hardness deeper. His hands clasped her shoulder blades, urging her to lean back as the waterfall caressed their skin. She arched back, like a sunflower following the sun. Leaning forward, his lips teased along her skin. His tongue delved inside her navel, causing her to dig her fingers into his shoulders, her hips to arch. Like a moth to a flame he drew her closer... ever closer.

Holding her in place, he drove himself inside her body. She twisted and turned but to no avail. She could not avoid his intensity. His mouth, teeth and body drove her toward a savagery that was divine. She tensed around him. He drove into her softness as if he could split her in two. In the end, she was as helpless as a butterfly on the point of a pin...

He drew her body upwards, pulling her against him. His arms curled around her, like a cocoon made for two. Her head rested on his shoulder, her face turned into his neck, her heated breath a soft flutter against his skin. Sliding downward in the pool, the water engulfed their bodies. He held her firmly against him, her inner softness a welcoming blanket surrounding his still throbbing cock. The music of the water and their spent passion lured them into a light slumber.

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Hot Spring

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Grace of Passion
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