Page 24 of A Curse So Vile

She moaned filthily, inciting his blood and driving him wild with lust. Her hands running through his hair only made matters worse. He was a starving animal.

Nothing would ever feel as good as this woman.

She pushed his head away, and he groaned in dismay. He should have known better than to trust her. Dusklanders were known for being tricky.

Taking the bar of soap, she slowly lathered his flesh, starting at his neck.

“Place your hands on the side of the tub,” she commanded.

He obeyed.

She worked her way down his chest, teasing a puckered nipple before making her way down his rippled abs to his cock.

He let out a torturous groan, which only made her smile widen. She enjoyed his misery as he reveled in her lust.

She lathered the soap in her hands as he watched on in agony.

“I thought Heartlanders weren’t supposed to get this dirty,” she whispered as she grabbed his shaft with both hands, soaping its length.

He inhaled sharply, trying to keep his mind intact. He’d been touched before, many times, but in most cases, it was to move his cock into position for him to thrust.

Brenna was exploring his body in a way he wasn’t used to. Not necessarily for his pleasure or for her own. But to taunt him.

“There are better ways to use me, m’lady,” he said, forcing his tone deadpan.

“Servants-never-fuck-well,” she said calmly, emphasizing every word.

“Then what would you have me be to you?”

“What would you like to be? My master? My lover? A stranger from the bar?” She reached down further, cupping his balls in her small hand.

“What game are you playing?” he hissed, trying to think of a million unsightly things so he didn’t think of her. The last thing he wanted was to spill his seed on her tits. Actually, right now, he could think of nothing he wanted so much, but it would be bad form.

She frowned. “Stop being so stiff.”

“I’m not one for playing games.”

“Fine. Have it your way.”

She grabbed a wash rag, dipped it in the warm water, and started wiping away the soap. As much as he wanted to help, watching her was hypnotic, and he forgot his words.

He liked what she was doing a moment ago much more, but he didn’t appreciate her mocking gaze. And that he’d spill his seed at the slightest amount of pressure didn’t help matters.

“You’re well made,” she said, but there was no hint of warmth in her voice.

While he wanted her to find him desirable, he didn’t like the direction their interactions were taking. He wanted to taste her, to feel her body ignite in passion, to fuck her into the tavern mattress until she couldn’t walk.

When the suds were gone, she fixed him with a curious gaze. “May I touch you?”

“You need not ask,” he replied.

Her hand traveled the length of his shaft from his head to his balls. Unable to stop himself, he moaned, closing his eyes.

She gave his balls a firm tug. “I want you to look at me.”

He obeyed.

Her green eyes were so curious, so demanding of him. He wanted so badly to please her. To lay her out on the bed and rove his tongue over her body, over her breasts, between her thighs, into the well of her cunt.