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I traced Sebastians abdominals with my nails.

He had caught up with me once more in my cemetery and... persuaded me that we should be rid of our clothing.

Then he sank to his knees and buried his face between my thighs.

I found it difficult to stand as he gave me his oral attentions and once he had his fill he opted to bring me to the ground with him for a rather rough few rounds of intercourse.

I grew aroused just thinking of when he bent my form over one of my favorite tombs to lounge on and took me in my other opening.

Twice.

A small growl left his throat as he pulled me closer to him in the grass, successfully interrupting my musing, "Nova..." he rasped, "if you want me to take you again its best I wash up first."

"Hmmm?"

His rough hand clasped over my breast as his lips caressed my shoulders and neck, "you could get an infection if I don't." He rumbled, clearly amused by my distraction.

"I wouldn't want that." I murmured back, snapping my fingers.

His deep chuckle washed over the room as we reappeared in my bath. "Noviana, your bathroom is larger than your bedroom."

I shrugged a bit, leaning back in the steaming water, made opaque by powdered milk, oils, and rose petals.

Bash took a petals between his fingers examining the nearly black red, "you have a lipstick this color."

I nodded, leaning over to retrieve a basket of bath necessities.

He looked around, "your tub could fit around 6 people."

"We can fuck in it." I replied blandly.

His laugh barked through the air again as he pulled me to him, taking the bar of soap and cloth from my hands. "Let me wash you."

I blinked at him but settled back against his chest.

He hummed low in his throat, "so this is what amplifies that intoxicating scent of yours."

I nodded, sighing softly as he ran the cloth over my body.

Squirming a bit as he paid special attention to my breasts.

I practically purred as I rubbed against him like some feline in heat, tilting my head so I could kiss and nip at his skin.

I nearly protested as he abandoned one of my breasts, moaning softly when he sank it between my legs instead. "Such an insatiable woman." He teased as my hips pressed into his hand.

I ignored that, "I want you inside me."

"I would hardly call this washing up." He teased again.

I spun in his arms, taking the cloth from him and began lathering up his chest.

He sighed softly, coiled muscles relaxing beneath my touch as I alternated between the cloth and rubbing his body down with my hands.

It was strange to be this naked with him without being either asleep or pleasured. And yet it gave me the opportunity to truly learn his form.

The man was built for battle and destruction, his large frame easily dwarfing my own and every inch of him solid muscle.

He was ferocious and beautiful.

And he wasn't even at full strength.

I watched him carefully as he relaxed fully, head leaning back on the tub and his eyes fluttering closed. "You have amazing hands little one." He murmured, "a man could get used to having a gorgeous woman bathe him."

"I am not a servant." I quipped.

"No." He rumbled, "but you do seem to be enjoying yourself."

I chose to ignore that.

He chuckled, slipping a hand beneath the water and between my legs.

I paused my strokes over his thick arms as he slipped two fingers inside me, a pathetic little mewl escaping my lips.

"Fuck." He groaned, "I love that sound."

"I do not-"

"You mewl like that whenever you don't expect any sort of penetration when you want it. That delicious fucking sound comes out when you get surprised with what you want."

I scowled at him.

He smirked devilishly, stroking my sensitive flesh, "you did it in the grave yard when I opted to take your ass a second time."

I felt my cheeks grow warm. "I-"

"I fucking love that sound."

"I should use you for spell fodder."

"I couldn't do this if you did."

I glared at him.

"Are you sore beautiful?"

I shook my head, hips moving with his motions.

He nodded a bit before settling back again, still pleasuring me. "In that case, don't mind me, I was enjoying my bath."

"Dont.." I gasped out a moan as his thumb stroked my clit, "mind you?"

"Mhhm." He handed me the washcloth I had dropped.

I glared at him, even though I knew he could not see.

Still I continued my exploration of his body, scrubbing him clean as I did.

His stroking fingers increased their pace as I scrubbed lower on his chest.

I ground into him, shuddering in pleasure, "S-Sebastian."

"Hmm?" He murmured, not even cracking an eye open to glance at me.

"You are a bastard." I gasped out.

He responded by dipping his other hand in the water and slipping a finger in my rear entrance.

I mewled. Again.

Dropping the wash cloth I shuddered in orgasm, clinging to him before collapsing against his strong chest.

He sat up a bit, eyes opening as a sardonic smile crossed his features, "shall I take care of the rest myself little one?"

If I didn't enjoy it so much I would rip his cock off and I told him as much.

He just grinned at me, kissing my hair and adjusting me on his body so my breasts were pressed firmly against his chest and my thighs on either side of his hips, rather than between his legs as I had been.

I listened to the beat of his heart as he washed my back leisurely. "Your heartbeats not as strong as others of your kind."

"Well.." he drawled, wetting my hair and running his fingers through it, "that tends to happen when someone's dying."

"You are weaker than when we first met, physically and spiritually. Although you are not terrible at hiding it."

He tensed beneath me, clearly displeased. "Noviana." He warned.

"Sebastian." I replied blandly.

"I don't think mating with you would be deplorable. But there would need to be rules."

I traced his jawline with the tip of my tongue before nipping his earlobe, "rule number one, sex at least 7 times a week, minimum."

He rumbled deep in his chest, half growl, half purr. "I can agree to those terms but personally I would prefer it seven days a week."

"Sometimes I may be too busy to play with your cock." I stated.

He shook his head, clearly amused, "Grug stays off the carpet when hes around."

"Fine. I want human candles."

"Abso-fuckin-lutly not."

I frowned.

"Make em outa elves or something if they have to be made of something like a human."

"...humans burn best but I suppose elves will make a nicer color and they do burn longer."

"Nice to know you experimented with that." He deadpanned, "you won't be queen of my people."

"I don't care for crowns, so very hideous and being queen would require listening to complaints, I prefer to turn people who complain at me into spell fodder."

"Yeah. None of that either. Wolves are off limits."

"Only your direct pack." I compromised.

"No."

"Yes."

His face grew hard, anger flashing behind his eyes, "in my direct pack or not werewolves are my people. I am their king. You. Will. Not. Kill. Them."

I licked my bottom lip slowly, feeling the magic dominance only possible in male wolves permeate the air.

It was nearly tangible, his will crackling around us, "are you trying to use your alphas dominance on me?" I murmured, unsure if I was amused or irritated.

"My wolf half sure as fuck is." He growled back.

"Its quite strong."

"Its not what it used to be but I am king for a reason."

"It kind of makes me want to fuck you."

"I'll keep that in mind." The feeling grew heavier, "no killing werewolves."

I closed my eyes, letting his power wash over my like a caress. "Mmhm I imagine this would be physically painful for most to resist."

"Everyone but apparently you." His golden eyes drifted over me, "kinda makes me wanna fuck you."

I settled for amused. "You will never be able to control me."

"I kinda like that." He paused, "although at times like this, I'll probably still try. Its my nature."

"I'll only kill wolves with no pack."

He seemed to contemplate this.

Pack less wolves are criminals.

"...fine. But you cant sever them from their pack for it."

I tisked but agreed.

His will went away as quickly as it came, although I could still feel the ghost of it caressing my skin.

"You won't kill humans."

I laughed lightly, "of course I will."

"Nova..."

"Its my nature."

"Cant you just kill what wolves kill?"

"And loose half my spell ingredients? No."

"Im sworn to protect humans from-"

"Demonic beings. I have no demon blood."

"...we will revisit this argument." He sighed, "no tricking my people into donating body parts."

"Only if you let me use your seed for spells."

"Once."

"A month."

"A year."

"Twice a year."

"Once a year unless its a valid emergency and I always get to know what its for."

"Deal. May I have some now?"

He scowled at me. "I want children from you."

"Within 50 years."

"Sooner. Werewolf pups often die in the womb it can take time."

"Im not a wolf."

"And we don't know how that will effect us."

I cocked my head to the side, "I intend to use herbal preventatives."

"I would rather you not."

"You wish to start immediately?"

"Sure."

"No. I do not desire such yet."

He seemed to think this over, "fine, we can wait. A year."

"Thats-"

"It took 20 for Ronny to carry a baby to term." He murmured.

"I am not a wolf."

"What if that makes it more difficult?"

I eyed him carefully, "I shall study this. If that is the case perhaps we may begin after a year."

He kissed my hand, "you do want children correct?"

"Eventually." I replied evenly, "and if you give me a spirit class witch such as myself she shall learn her craft."

"If that happens we will agree on what she learns and when, so no dissections before shes at least 6."

"We will argue that if I am so blessed with a daughter of spirit. If you receive an heir, I want no part in the wolfish learning."

This gave the man pause, "mother's play a huge role in werewolf society Noviana. Likely because of the rarity of children."

I eyed him closely, "I said no part in wolf learning."

"He would one day be king, wolf matters would be his entire life."

"Im not training my child to kill me." I replied blandly.

"We will figure out how to... adjust his education accordingly."

"I consent to this." Running my hands over his chest I contemplated my next request. "Our children's mates shall face three trials."

"Huh?"

"A spirit witch cannot procreate with any pathetic being." I murmured kissing his throat softly, "in all of my kinds history there have been three trials for those who wish us to bear a child."

"...I haven't done that."

"I considered my zombies and Grug the first two."

"And the third?"

I just smiled slightly, "that arrives tonight."