Chapter 458: Bath House Love [+18]

Damian remained floating in the pool for several more breaths, the warm water lapping gently against his skin.

He turned his head slightly, water dripping from his dark hair. William still stood at attention near the edge. Rin lounged across Loth’s lap, half-dried and clearly enjoying the attention. Loth herself continued her quiet work, fingers moving through the fox’s fur with care.

"William," Damian said, his voice calm. "Leave us. Take Rin with you."

William inclined his head at once. "Yes, Sire."

He stepped forward, scooped the seven-tailed fox from Loth’s lap with the ease of long habit, and carried the protesting spirit toward the door. Rin shot Damian a knowing look over William’s shoulder but said nothing. The door closed behind them with a soft, final click.

Silence settled over the steaming chamber as Loth remained where she was, towel still in her hands, watching him.

Damian pushed himself upright until he sat on the submerged stone ledge, water cascading down his bare chest and shoulders.

"Come here."

Loth set the towel aside without hesitation. She rose, the soft fabric of her simple robe whispering against her skin as she walked around the edge of the pool. When she reached him she paused, waiting.

Damian lifted one hand and caught the edge of her robe. "In the water."

She stepped out of the garment with the same quiet obedience she always showed when they were alone. The robe slid from her shoulders and pooled on the stone. Beneath it she was already bare smooth skin, full breasts, the soft curve of her hips, the dark thatch between her thighs. Steam curled around her as she stepped down into the pool.

The water rose around her legs, then her hips, then her waist. She moved through it until she stood between his knees. Damian’s hands found her waist and drew her closer until her thighs brushed his. Heat radiated from her body even through the water.

"You’re carrying too much," she said softly, fingers rising to brush wet strands of hair from his forehead. "I can feel it."

"Then take it from me."

He pulled her down into his lap. The water surged around them as she settled astride him, her knees resting on the submerged ledge on either side of his hips. The soft heat of her soft pussy pressed against the hard length of his cock, already thickening beneath the water. Damian exhaled slowly, the first true release of tension since the court session ended.

His hands slid up her back, tracing the elegant line of her spine, then down again to cup the full curves of her ass. He squeezed, drawing her tighter against him and Loth’s breath caught. She rolled her hips once, deliberate and slow, letting the slick heat of her folds glide along his shaft.

Damian leaned forward and claimed her mouth. The kiss was deep, unhurried, tasting of the wine he had drunk and the faint sweetness that always clung to her skin. Loth opened for him at once, tongue meeting his, hands sliding up his chest and into his wet hair. She kissed him like she meant to pull the exhaustion from his bones and swallow it herself.

When they broke apart she was breathing harder. Water lapped at the undersides of her breasts. Damian lowered his head and took one peaked nipple into his mouth, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. His other hand rose to cup the opposite breast, thumb stroking the tight bud in slow circles. Loth arched into the contact, fingers tightening in his hair.

"Damian..."

He switched to the other breast, sucking harder, while his free hand slipped between their bodies. Fingers found the soft folds of her cunt and parted them. She was already slick, the water doing nothing to dilute the evidence of her arousal. He stroked her slowly, circling her clit with the pad of his thumb, then dipping two fingers inside her. Loth’s hips jerked. A soft, broken sound left her throat.

"You’re ready for me," he murmured against her skin.

"Always," she whispered.

Damian withdrew his fingers, gripped her hips, and lifted her just enough. The head of his cock nudged against her entrance. He held her there for a heartbeat, looking up into her face flushed, lips parted, eyes dark with want. Then he lowered her onto him in one smooth, controlled motion.

Squish!

The tight, wet heat of her body closed around him. Damian groaned, the sound low and rough. Loth’s head tipped back, a soft cry escaping her as she took him to the hilt. Water surged around their joined bodies. For a moment they simply stayed like that, connected, breathing together while the pool steamed around them.

Then Damian began to move.

He thrust up into her in slow, deep strokes, hands guiding her hips to meet each one. The water resisted and aided in equal measure, creating a heavy, liquid rhythm that forced them to take their time. Every withdrawal dragged along her walls; every return filled her completely.

Loth braced her hands on his shoulders and rode him, rolling her hips in a counter-rhythm that made his cock stroke against that sensitive place inside her with every pass.

The tension that had sat like a stone in Damian’s chest began to unravel. Each thrust pushed it farther away. He focused on the slick grip of her cunt, the soft weight of her breasts bouncing with every movement, the quiet, and the needy sounds she made when he angled deeper.

He leaned forward and captured her mouth again, kissing her hard while his hips continued their steady pace. One hand slid between them to find her clit, rubbing in tight circles timed to his thrusts. Loth’s rhythm faltered. She moaned into his mouth, thighs trembling around his hips.

"That’s it," he murmured against her lips. "Let go for me."

She came with a soft, shuddering cry, inner walls clenching around his cock in rhythmic pulses. Damian held her through it, still moving, drawing the climax out until she was panting and clinging to him. Only when the last tremor faded did he shift.

He lifted her off him, the water making the motion effortless, and turned her so she faced the edge of the pool. Loth braced her forearms on the smooth stone, back arched, ass presented. Damian moved behind her, hands sliding down her pussy, then gripping her hips. He thrust back into her in one long stroke.

The new angle let him drive deeper. He set a harder pace, water splashing around them with every impact of his hips against her ass. The sound of skin meeting skin mixed with the soft slap of water and Loth’s rising moans. Damian leaned over her, chest pressed to her back, one hand sliding around to cup a breast while the other reached lower to stroke her clit again.

"You feel so fucking good," he growled against her ear.

Loth pushed back to meet every thrust, her voice breaking on each one. "Use me. Whatever you need."

Damian fucked her with increasing urgency, the coil of stress transforming into pure physical hunger. He bit the side of her neck, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave a mark. His hand on her breast squeezed, fingers rolling her nipple. The other kept working her clit in firm, relentless circles. Loth’s second climax hit harder than the first. She cried out, body locking around him, walls fluttering and gripping so tightly he had to grit his teeth to keep from following her over the edge immediately.

He held back only long enough to draw the orgasm out of her completely. Then he straightened, hands locking on her hips, and drove into her with short, powerful strokes. The water churned. Steam rose thicker around them. Damian’s control finally fractured. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural groan, pulsing deep inside her as the last of the day’s tension poured out of him in hot, heavy waves.

For long moments afterward they stayed joined, breathing hard, water lapping gently around their still-connected bodies. Damian’s forehead rested between her shoulder blades. Loth’s arms remained braced on the stone.

Eventually he eased out of her and guided her back into his arms. They sank together onto the submerged ledge, her body curled against his chest, his cock still half-hard between them.

Damian stroked her wet hair slowly.

"Better?" she asked softly.

"Much."

He kissed the top of her head, then her temple, then the soft place just below her ear. Loth shifted so she could straddle him again, this time without urgency. She rested her forehead against his and simply breathed with him while the pool continued to steam around them.