Why these sudden dangerous urges? They hit like storms, pulling me toward violence or this raw need without warning. It has to be tied to that blood manipulation art.' I thought, recalling the forest's frenzy—the way I'd wielded crimson shields and tendrils against Elandor, drawing on powers that felt both innate and borrowed.
The system's emergency protocol had unlocked it, but now it lingered, a double-edged gift echoing in my veins.
Nyami's gaze drifted downward, following the lines of my body still half-submerged in the cooling water.
Her eyes lingered on the evident arousal straining against the surface, a natural response to the intimacy we'd just shared, amplified by the blood's invigorating rush.
"Oh my♡~" she murmured, a note of genuine surprise coloring her elegant tone, her cheeks tinting a delicate rose.
Before I could respond, her hand moved with graceful intent, fingers wrapping around my length in a tender hold that sent a jolt through me.
The touch was light, exploratory, her skin warm from the ambient heat, sending sparks dancing along my nerves.
I hissed involuntarily, the sound escaping through clenched teeth as pleasure mingled with the lingering sensitivity. My body arched slightly in the water, ripples spreading outward like echoes of the sensation.
Looking up at my reaction, Nyami's lips parted in a seductive smile, slow and inviting, her horns catching the light like polished garnets.
"Such a response," she said softly, her thumb tracing a gentle circle that made my breath hitch.
"Please, My Lord, sit back against the tub's side. Allow me to treat you properly. This tension... it deserves release."
I searched her face, the steam veiling us in a private world, my heart pounding with a mix of uncertainty and desire.
"Are you sure about this, Nyami? I don't want to impose."
Her smile deepened, eyes gleaming with that calm seduction, as she leaned closer, the water beading on her exposed midriff like dew on petals.
"Impose? Oh, Your highness, tending to you in this way would be my greatest pleasure. It's what I'm here for—to serve every facet of your being, body and soul. Let me bring you ease."
Her words disarmed me, sincere and laced with an undercurrent of eagerness that made my pulse quicken. I shifted back, propping myself against the smooth porcelain edge, the water lapping at my waist as I watched her.
'Well...Since we've come this far...'
Nyami moved with deliberate grace, slipping fully into the tub to kneel before me. The water rose to her cute navel, soaking her plaid skirt and corset, the fabric clinging translucently to her curves, outlining the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist. Droplets traced lazy paths down her skin, glistening in the soft light filtering through frosted glass windows.
She reached out again, her hand enveloping me once more, firmer this time, drawing a low groan from my throat.
Leaning in, she brought her face close, inhaling deeply—the scent of my arousal mingling with the bath's soaps.
Her luminous red eyes transformed, heart-shaped pink outlines blooming within them like petals unfurling, a sign of her deepening enchantment, her desire mirroring mine.
"Your smell... It's divine," she whispered, her breath ghosting over the sensitive tip, sending shivers racing up my spine.
Then, with unwavering eye contact, her tongue darted out, licking the tip in a slow, deliberate stroke.
The warmth of it was exquisite, wet and teasing, circling the pink head like savoring a forbidden treat. She hummed softly, the vibration humming through me, before parting her lips to suckle gently, like drawing on a lollipop, her mouth enveloping just the crown in a swirl of heat and suction.
Pleasure bloomed sharp and sweet, my fingers gripping the tub's edge as I watched her, transfixed by the sight—her elegant features softened in devotion, water darkening her hair to a deeper crimson.
Emboldened, she took me deeper in one fluid motion, her mouth sliding down the five-inch length until I filled her completely. But the sudden depth caught her off guard; she choked lightly, a soft gag escaping as her throat constricted.
She pulled back quickly, coughing delicately into her hand, her cheeks flushing deeper. Wiping her lips with the back of her wrist, she looked up at me with apologetic eyes, the heart shapes still pulsing faintly.
"Forgive me, My Lord," she said, voice breathy and sincere. "This is my first time... performing such an act.....I apologize for any discomfort. But please, use me as you wish. Quench your lust and your thirst however you desire—I'm yours to command."
Her vulnerability stirred something protective in me, mingled with the fire she ignited.
"Nyami... if you're offering like this then there's no way I can hold back," I replied, my voice rough with need. "But only if it truly pleases you."
"It does," she assured, leaning forward again, her hands resting on my thighs underwater, nails grazing lightly.
"Use me to your heart's content, then."
I reached out, my fingers tangling in her damp hair, the strands silky and cool against my palm.
Gently at first, I guided her head down, her lips parting willingly to take me in once more. This time, she sucked with diligence, her tongue pressing flat along the underside, creating a glide that built pressure in waves.
She moved slowly, savoring, her eyes locked on mine, conveying a silent promise of surrender.
The sensation was intoxicating—the wet heat of her mouth, the subtle hum of her throat as she adjusted, the way her cheeks hollowed with each pull.
Gradually, she increased the suction, her pace quickening just enough to tease the edge of ecstasy, drawing out low moans from deep in my chest.
"Nyami... keep going like that," I murmured, my grip tightening in her hair.
"Faster now—I'm close."
Her response was a muffled hum of affirmation, the vibration sending fresh sparks through me. Emboldened by her words, I shifted my hold, fingers wrapping around her small, majestic horns—smooth and warm, like polished bone.
They served as perfect handles, allowing me to thrust shallowly into her mouth, setting a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.
She yielded beautifully, relaxing her jaw, her hands bracing on my hips as water sloshed gently around us.
The build was relentless, pleasure coiling tight in my core, her diligent efforts pushing me toward the brink. With a final, deep thrust, I pulled back just in time, releasing in hot spurts across her face—ropes of warmth painting her cheeks, lips, and the bridge of her nose.
She held still, eyes half-lidded in bliss, accepting it all with a soft, contented sigh.
As the waves subsided, I watched, breathless, as Nyami scooped the evidence from her skin with delicate fingers, bringing them to her lips.
She licked them clean sensually, her tongue tracing each digit slowly, maintaining that intense eye contact—heart shapes fading but the glow of satisfaction remaining. The act was mesmerizing, intimate in its rawness, the steam swirling around her like a halo.
"Delicious," she purred, swallowing with a subtle lick of her lips. "Thank you for allowing me this honor, My Lord. Did you enjoy?"
I nodded, sinking back against the tub, the water now tepid but my body humming with afterglow.
"More than you know, Nyami. You're... incredible."
She rose slightly, water cascading from her form like a waterfall over sculpted stone, and pressed a chaste kiss to my knee.
"Then my service continues. Shall I help you dry and dress? Or... is there more you crave perhaps?"