The Princess and the Blade

[Emora Deen]

Tenara leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. "It's an ache," she said. An ache in every nerve. "But, your touch is nice. It is a pleasant distraction." She pressed a kiss to his palm, eyes flashing open. She shifted, dragging her legs under her until she was half-kneeling in the tub. "Hair," she said, and smiled. She rose up on her knees to reach for a small pitcher near the tub to pour water over his head. She grabbed it, but her balance wobbled and she caught herself on Havitharon, her slick form pressing down over him, breasts smooshing near his face.

"Sorry," she murmured, reluctant to draw away from the perch she'd accidentally taken against him. But she wanted to clean him, to worship him and thank him. He had saved her parents by getting them out of the building, and he had saved her by shielding the rubble. She dipped the pitcher into the water, and took his chin gentle in her fingers, guiding his head to tilt back so she could pour the hot water over his hair and horns and not into his eyes.

[Soran Nightblade]

Her body was so warm and sweet against him that he nearly yelped. His large hands supported her hips, steadying her in case she lost her balance. He worried about her strength, but he refused to separate himself from her. He'd never had his hair washed in his life, but suddenly all he could think about was what it would feel like to have her hands slide over his hair, pulling it back. Havi raised his chin in surrender, exposing his long neck to her with a shaky breath. "Tenara," he huffed.

[Emora Deen]

She smiled at him, allowing him to help her balance while she poured water over his head and into his hair. She raked her fingers through it, over his scalp, and down through the long tresses. It was different than her hair, and she explored the weight of it between her fingers. When his hair was sufficiently soaked, she dropped the pitcher in the water and stretched to reach the shampoo. She didn't worry about falling this time, Havitharon's large hands were secure over her hips. She could feel his fingers brush along her backside. She swallowed the desire to have them explore.

Tenara poured soap into his hair, and then set the jar down. She worked her hands through, working it into a rich, soapy lather. Then, she dared to take her soapy hands and touch the place where his horns met his skull, and work her hands up, over them. Though most of her was trying to be thorough and helpful, she knew what touching them did to him.

[Soran Nightblade]

Havi's eyes drifted shut as the warm water flowed over his scalp. It was so strange to be bathed by someone else. He focused on the sound of her fingers massaging soap through his hair, their grip lightly pulling as she worked it through.

When her hands reached his scalp, the sensation changed. A new type of warmth wrapped through him as her fingers massaged closer and closer to his horns. He tried to control his breath, but his body rose to attention, his desire growing until his member leaned firm against her rump and lower back. Despite it all, he did an admirable job of not wriggling, at least until her hands slid over his horns. The sudden, slick contact made him pulse against her. His breath began to grow uneven as his hands slid lower, over her hips, tracing down and up her thighs, curling over her rump and lower. He slipped his hands up the back of her thighs and inward, grazing over the sides of what lay between.

[Emora Deen]

Tenara's breath caught at the feel of his exploring hands. Her grip on his horns tightened. "Havi..." Tenara wasn't certain if it was a request or a warning. If he kept touching her as he was, she would forget about the soap in his hair.

She massaged his horns in her hands, her grip firm and purposeful. If he had a teasing touch, she could do the same... She tugged his head as she worked her hands over his horns—much the same way she might the large member brushing against her—until she could see into his strange, alien eyes. She relished what her touch did to him, watching the tense, barely-tethered pleasure of it burn in his gaze. But, if she continued, neither one of them would get very clean. With a wicked smile, she tilted her face down to his exposed neck, kissing the wet skin, and said, “Time to rinse.” She released his horns and felt around for the sunken pitcher.

[Soran Nightblade]

Havi eased back with the pressure of her touch, shuddering. He lost the capacity for speech, holding her for dear life. The scent of the bathwater mixed with the scent of her body, so sweet he felt drunk. With each massaging stroke of her hands, his body jerked against the back of the tub. When she did release him, her lips on his neck continued the torture.

"Time to rinse," she teased.

"That... was not my hair," he panted, a sultry lilt in his voice.

[Soran Nightblade]

Tenara smiled as her hand found the pitcher and her finger guided his head back with gentle pressure on his chin. "It was part of your hair," she insisted. She poured water over his head, gently rinsing and massaging the soap bubbles away. She dipped the pitcher back into the tub and poured the hot water over his horns, a hand lightly gliding over them as she rinsed. "All clean," she said, and then grabbed one of the rags on the table near the tub. "Mostly." Tenara placed soap on the rag and began to wipe it over his chest and shoulders, down his arms, back to his chest and down his belly. Then, down, down, down... She slid back to sit on his knees and felt herself pass over the heavy weight between his legs. She made a soft sound a she did, settling reluctantly on his thighs. She washed him. His belly, his hips, his thighs beneath the water, and then, finally, the part of him her attention on his horns had made so alert. She was teasing, but thorough--seeming to know when to let him rest and when to torture him, until she decided she'd been cruel enough, and took the pitcher of water and poured it over his body to rinse the soap away. "Now, you're clean." She handed him the soap and turned in the tub, so her back faced him. "Would you mind?"

[Soran Nightblade]

Havitharon rose on his knees in the water, coming to kneel behind her. There was no hesitation to oblige her request - quite the opposite. The need to touch her arched through him like lightning as he placed his palms flush to her shoulderblades, the soap an unwanted obstacle between them. He accepted the soap's presence in his hand grudgingly, but want ahead as if it weren't there at all as his hands slid over her back, dipping along her curves. He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck. His torso pressed flush against her, pinning his need between them. Havitharon ran his hands over her hips and thighs while his body slid up and down her back. The soap he'd applied to her back worked into a slippery lather as her rubbed against her. "Since you took such care, I should be thorough as well," he murmured into her ear before sliding his tongue over it.

[Soran Nightblade]

She shivered at the feel of his tongue on her ear and his pressure against her back. She closed her eyes and relished the sensation of his hands sliding over her, cleaning and caressing. Her hand grabbed hold of the tub's side to brace against it. "Yes," she murmured. "Only fair. We should be equally clean." But she couldn't stop thinking about the largeness of him against her back, or how she wanted to put her mouth there.

They hadn't been together since his rut. Would it be different? Did either of them have the strength for it? She wasn't certain she cared. She'd be content if he was inside and unmoving, as long as she was connected to him. Tenara smiled and grabbed his large hand. For a second her fingertips danced along the sharped-edge of his claws, exploring and contemplating before guiding it to her breast. "You missed a spot..."

[Soran Nightblade]

Havitharon paused, pulsing against her back. He paid close attention to where Tenara guided his hand. He obliged her in slow, swirling strokes, barely remembering to hold on to the soap bar. "Two spots," he corrected. His other hand slid between her thighs and barely grazed her. He licked her ear again, giving it the attention his mouth felt desperate to give her someplace else. "I suppose we should do your hair next." He pressed against her, his voice like silk.

[Emora Deen]

“Mmmhmm,” she huffed, tilting her head back so that it rested on his shoulder. “Eventually.” He felt so warm and wet and wonderful. She couldn’t stand it. She reached into the water and pressed his hand to the soft folds between her legs. She didn’t even mind the sharp scrape of his claws, but she was careful of them. “I really did have the best intentions about this bath. I promise. You’re just… so… adorable.” Tenara clenched her eyes and curled her fingers with his against her skin. “Perhaps the hair… before we forget.”

[Soran Nightblade]

Havi blew a thick breath against her ear. Adorable? He'd never heard someone describe him in such a way, but it made him curiously happy. His hands switched gears and slipped up to her neck, easing her head back against his shoulder. "Please relax. I will wash you." He filled the bowl with warm water and poured it gently over her forehead, wetting her hair. Setting the bowl aside, he squeezed shampoo into his hands. Her hair was like warm silk between his fingers as he slicked the shampoo over it and massaged it in. His nails combed lightly against her scalp.

[Emora Deen]

Tenara relaxed back against him and allowed him to wash her hair. The hot water pouring over her skin combined with the feel of his fingers combing through her hair felt divine, almost enough to lull her to sleep—if she wasn’t single-mindedly focused on what she wanted to do to him when he was done.

While he worked his hands into her hair, she reached down into the water and gripped the muscle of his lean legs.

“Havi…” she paused, contemplating if asking the question would ruin the mood. She could feel his size pressed against her back, and it reminded her of the question she’d been curious to ask for a while. “Are women as tall as you where you come from? Or are they smaller than the males?”

[Soran Nightblade]

Havi side-eyed her as he gently rinsed her hair. He thought of home for the first time in days. "They are shorter than I am. Taller than you." He stroked her wet hair back. Admittedly, it had been rinsed clean some time ago. He was just playing with it at this point. He leaned sideways so he could see her better. "What concerns you?"

[Emora Deen]

She smiled at him. “No concerns,” she said. “I was just…” Her cheeks darkened and she had trouble meeting his eyes. “You are… big.” She said it in reference to his member but he was also… bigger, in general, compared to most every male on her world. “And, I was just curious if females were… my size.”