Page 62 of Fey Empire

Oh. That’s alright then. Although it seems a bit inconvenient. Am I really going to need to find him and get him to be my own personal hairdresser every time I need to wash my hair?

As I fret, he frees my hair and then picks up a copper cup that is resting by the edge of the bath. He scoops up warmwater and tips it gently over my hair. None of the water runs into my eyes.

He does it again, and I sigh. This is so very soothing.

Selwyn reaches behind him for a soft sponge. He dips it into the water, and then, to my astonishment, he rubs it along my chest.

Washing my hair was intimate enough. This is a whole other level. Never mind that he is a prince. He shouldn’t even be washing himself, let alone performing acts of service for another.

I bite my bottom lip and hold still as he runs the sponge all over my chest. He glides up to my shoulder and gently cleans it. Then the sponge swipes over my back. It is so soft, and the gentle attention is making me tingle all over.

He rearranges me a little, and the sponge dips lower, right down to my ass crack. It squeezes in between my cheeks. I make a noise and squirm.

Selwyn stops instantly. “Sore?”

I shake my head. Hopefully, the fire in my cheeks can be mistaken as heat from the bath.

“I… um… I’m just not used to such intimacy.”

A grin stretches across his face. A flash of white teeth. “Only one way to get used to it.”

The sponge slides lower until it is right over my hole. I wince. The sponge is soft, but I am tender down there. Which is only to be expected, given Selwyn’s size.

His touch lightens. His other hand lifts my leg up and out, exposing me fully. The sponge rubs gently over and over my well-used hole.

Sensation blooms.

“Look at you getting hard for me, Little Lamb.”

All I can do is whimper in response. He sounds pleased, not horrified. Maybe I don’t need to be embarrassed.

The sponge vanishes. I guess I am clean enough.

His strong hands manoeuvre me around. Now I am straddling his lap, facing him. I gasp as under the water, our hard cocks brush against each other. The difference in size is ridiculous. A sapling next to a mature oak.

His hand stretches around both of our cocks, holding them together.

My hips buck, and a strange noise pours out of me.

“That’s it, Little Lamb. Frot your little cock against mine. Make us both spill.”

His cock is both hard and soft. Silk and heat. It feels so fucking good. My hips thrust. My cock rubs against his, and up into his wide fist.

He lets out a little grunt. I swear it is the best sound I have ever heard.

I thrust again. It takes a couple of goes to get the movement and angle right, and then I’m fucking like a beast. Carnal and frantic. Water is sloshing over the lip of the bath. Selwyn is watching me with hooded eyes. His free arm resting casually along the edge of the bath.

He looks utterly at ease, yet here I am bouncing up and down like a crazed sex fiend.

But I can’t bring myself to care. Everything feels so good, and moving like this is so freeing. I feel liberated. Set loose. Unleashed.

This is nothing like what I was taught. There is no magic within me right now. Selwyn took it all last night. This is pleasure for pleasure's sake. Which I was told to always submit to my husband for, if he so desired.

But this does not feel like obedience.

This feels glorious.

I whine and pick up my pace. My hands boldly rest on his shoulders for better leverage.