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Hungry Eyes (Part 1 of 3) From the deep shadows of her room, he watched as Lady Terin entered her bedchambers and stood next to the bathing tub that had been set up in front of her fireplace. His eyes greedily feasted upon the sight of her supple soft looking skin as it became exposed to his view. The firelight flickered, casting her skin in bronze and shadow. His hands hungered to touch what he could only see. Her breasts arched as the Lady Terin raised her arms to pin her hair upon the top of her head. He could hear the soft tune she murmured to herself as she walked over to the fireplace, bending slightly to throw another piece of wood on the dying fire. His mind reeled with images of her beneath his hands and mouth, at the mercy of the hardness he felt growing. As she turned, warming her backside she reached into a bowl of rose petals and tossed them by the handful into the tub. The warm water soon gave the room the soft smell of roses…. The day had been a long one. There had been new guests to greet and small talk made so that she and Ari could learn of their tastes and what they were searching for. There was new 'stock' arriving and arrangements had to be made for them. Supplies had come in earlier that morning, almost at the crack of dawn and she had risen to see to it. For Terin, it was a matter of control. The household staff was quite capable of seeing to this sort of thing, but she felt better when she did it. There were also the beasts in Beastiary. The huge cats had been fighting again. She and Ari knew that something had to be done and soon. Terin had leashed one of the cats and taken it into the Labyrinth. Casting of a spell, she made sure he was safely ensconced there. This was done for a certain request made by a certain guest. As always, Terin was amused but also glad that one of their pets was finally going to see some action. Out of them all, she had chosen the leopard for this request. After dinner had been seen to, Terin excused herself and made her way to her bedchambers. She wanted a bit of privacy and a long hot bath to soak in. Maxwell, knowing her mind about as well has his own, had seen to the matter for her. Stepping away from the fire, she raised one shapely leg, testing the water with her toes before actually stepping into the tub…. He watched from the depth of his shadows as she tested the water before gingerly stepping in. She reached for the small sponge and soap, which had been placed next to the tub. Again she bent over to wet the sponge in her bath water, giving him a delightful view of her charms from the rear. A smile played along his lips. His eyes watched as she lathered the sponge with the soap before using the sponge on her body, covering it in soap bubbles. Oh, how his imagination was already taking flight as she luxuriated in the feelings the sponge and soap was giving her….. The feel of the rough sponge against her skin felt so wonderful as did the tender soothing soap bubbles. Her skin, slippery with soap, made the traveling fingers of her free hand, arousing. Her fingertips followed the path of the sponge, rubbing, squeezing, and tweaking her passion. Her fingertips slipped over her flattened stomach and lower into shadows between her thighs. Splaying her legs wider apart, her fingertips found and rubbed against the hardened pearl that lie between the lips of her womanhood. Terin's head slipped back slightly, a soft moan leaving her throat. The hand holding the sponge circled the tips of her breasts, first one then the other. Sometimes the movement was slow and teasing, other times it was fast and furious… 
He watched her actions in the tub with envy. If only he could be there to give her this pleasure, yet he knew it was not to be. All he could do was stand in the shadows, watching her. His own hand massaging, pressing and stroking his own hardness. He watched as her body shuddered in the wake of her self-satisfaction and she lowered her body from his view into the tub of water. Her head leaned back against the rim of the tub and her eyes closed. His own actions upon his body slowed, but did not cease. His imagination once more took a flight of fancy….. ( Continued in Dragon's Tail Grotto) |
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