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"Take off your clothes before you come in. All of them" She looked back at him, and he nearly cackled.
"You're joking, right?" There was no way this woman wanted him to go into her house naked. He supposed he was pretty sheltered, but he did know proper etiquette for walking to a house.
She raised an eyebrow and Wil almost shuddered. "You need a bath. I don't want you tracking mud in my woodsy little house." He felt like he was being scolded.
She hopped off the horse and strutted up the steps and into the strange house.
He stared after her.
Surely she wasn't serious? She couldn't be.
He hopped off the horse and hid himself behind a bush.
He wanted to be respectful, so reluctantly he peeled off his clothes slowly, only pausing at his underwear.
Typically in baths you are naked, but he couldn't help but feel very exposed in the open woods.
He closed his eyes and yanked them down quickly, covering himself with his jacket tied around his waist. He took a breath and picked up his clothes, walking into the house quickly.
It was relatively small, a few pictures here and there. He saw the bath and set down his clothes. Her back was turned to him and he had no intention of giving her a full show. He settled into the bath and the water jostled slightly. She turned, a goblet in hand and smirked when she saw his widened eyes.
"So, uh, you live here alone?" He tried to divert the conversation away from anything sexual. He felt vulnerable when he was completely naked, especially when it was obvious that she had him undress just because, as she was tramping mud all over the floor.
"Don't worry," she walked over to him, leaning down to give him the cup, "we won't be disturbed." He let out a breath when her gaze didn't stray anywhere from his face, though she did glance at his lips.
How comforting.
Maybe he shouldn't have gone with her.
She got up and poured some fresh water into the bath. It was steamy and he took a sip of the drink. It tasted sweet and he sighed into the cup. She walked back around and pushed the liquid further into his mouth by tilting the cup ever so slightly upward.
He swallowed the sweet liquid and licked his lips. "So, aren't you worried about Rovers?" He spoke quickly so his voice wouldn't crack.
She smirked at him. "What do you know about Rovers? One look at you and they'll take the clothes off your back and steal your little bag of blue rocks." She held up his elf stones teasingly.
He reached for them. "Hey-"
She was suddenly very close, not having moved when he advanced forward. Their lips were centimeters away, and his next sentence came out stuttered. "I-I need those back." His voice felt raw, like he'd just eaten a lemon or choked on water.
"Why? Are they valuable?" She seemed genuinely curious.
"Only to me." He shook his head, they weren't, to his knowledge, actually worth anything.
When she only tilted her head, he elaborated his response. "They're called elf stones. They belonged to my dad."
He tried not to associate his father with his current life often and these stones were making that difficult. Even now, when he was naked in a bath with a stranger a centimeter away, a heavy pain laid in his stomach at the reminder of his father.
There was humor in his voice when he spoke next. "They're supposed to have magical powers." He didn't believe in magic. Why would he? All he'd heard were fairytales and stories of heroes. He found that he didn't believe in magic in general, therefore he didn't believe in heroes. If magic is needed for a hero in one of the stories and there's no such thing as magic, he'd got no reason to believe in heroes either. The closest thing to a hero he knew was his mother, and she was gone now, taken by an illness he probably could've saved her from. He'd wanted to be a hero in that moment, when she was staring up at him through her sick haze, handing him the elf stones and whispering nonsense about druids. He'd wanted to save her. But he didn't. Wil Ohmsford was no hero. He wished he could've been.
If he was a hero, he wouldn't trust a strange girl who killed a troll and saved his life so easily.
If he was a hero, he'd smell the tonic she'd slipped in his drink.
But he'd drank the whole cup unhesitatingly.
Only when she dropped the stones out of the bag and admired them had he started to feel the effects.
"They're very pretty." Her voice was soft as she looked at them, turning them over in her hand.
She was still so close to him.
"Compared to you, I hadn't noticed." His voice was broken by syllables and she was smirking, wide as his vision spotted.
"Sorry." He said, settling back into the tub in a haze.
"I'm really the one who should be apologizing." She said, rising from her crouched position and starting to undo her corset.
"W-why would you apologize?" His vision was swimming now, and he was sure he was about to pass out.
The dark of unconsciousness never came, though and he found he was paralyzed, his vision centering with a black vignette as an outline.
Eretria was taking off her pants, now, her breasts exposed. She didn't seem to mind as his gaze wandered. She probably knew it was to most he could do, his hands floated uselessly in the water at his sides, the cup forgotten somewhere in the small tub.
She slipped one hip out, then the other and smirked when he swallowed.
"Because I paralyzed you from the chest down."
She was gorgeous, Wil had never slept with a woman, not properly. He'd kissed and fingered and jerked off, but he'd never fully given himself to another. He'd wanted it to be special, and Jodia Smith sticking her hand in his pants behind the waterfall was not his idea of special. It had been hers, so she hadn't spoke to him at all in the days after he pushed her away.
Eretria climbed into the tub, settling herself between his legs.
His face was the only part of him that wasn't numb, so he spoke. "What are you doing?" His head pounded and he tried with all his might to get his body to move, to stand and push her back.
Her smirk only widened as she reached between his legs. "Take a guess, short tips."
He wanted to arch his hips away from her, but he couldn't. "Hey-" He was cut off with a groan as her calloused but dainty hands wrapped themselves around his shaft. "Yes?" She teased lightly, leaning up on her knees so their faces were only centimeters away again.
His breathing was stuttered and shallow and his brow was drawn tight with arousal and something akin to fear.
His next moan was brought to life by a twisted upstroke of her hands, drowned in her mouth as she kissed him. She was a sensual being, taking her time and touching him softly.
He kissed her back, against better his judgement, and she rewarded him with a thumb finding its way to massage the tip of his length.
He gasped needily and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He didn't have much experience with tongue kissing, but he did his best, earning a hum of appreciation for his troubles. She pulled away slightly and whispered "Good boy." It made him whimper involuntarily and he bit his lip.
Her eyes were blown wide and her smirk darkened when she heard the small sound he made at the praise.
"You like that? Gonna be a good boy for mommy?" She stroked him faster and he let out a cry of pleasure, throwing his head back severely. He was moments away from staining the bath water with white.
She took her hands away and he had to bite back a whine.
The bath water was low, now, exposing him fully, and he wondered when she'd pulled the drain plug.
She ducked her head down, tasting him and he let his mouth open in a silent scream. A grunt made it's way out and he bit his lip harshly, drawing a small amount of blood. She dug her hands into his thighs and licked the underside of his dick expertly, swirling her tongue at the top. She looked up at him through dark lashes, his own were fixed on the ceiling somewhere, hoping not to remember this clearly.
"Look at me." It was a quiet command, and her breath fanning over the most sensitive part of him made his otherwise still body shiver. He obeyed slowly, knowing eventually she'd get him to do it, whether he wanted to or not.
His eyes found hers and as blue met what seemed almost black in this light, her head plunged down and she swallowed him completely. He bit his broken lip again, minorly grunting and not wanting to create any more sound for her to go off of.
When she hollowed out her cheeks, however, he moaned loudly and wished he could move his hand to clasp over his mouth.
His face was flushed, but Eretria had kept her own composure, despite her position.
She raised a hand to hold his chin, keeping his eyes trained on her.
She sucked harshly and the supposedly immobile muscles around his cock shook. His breathing had become rapid and his dick was obviously to the point where he was about to cum.
So, she slipped her mouth off of him with a loud pop, and raised herself so they were face to face. He was shaking, lips swollen and cheeks pink. She ran a hand down the side of his face and he flinched, breath still stuttering. She eyed his bleeding lip and leaned in to drink the blood from his small cut. She kissed him hungrily, earning a whimper and pulled away slightly to suck on just his bottom lip. He moaned at the sensation.
"Do you want to come for mommy, halfie?" She hovered herself over his length and slowly sat, enjoying the silent pleasure of the half-elf in front of her. His mouth opened and his eyes closed, but he was obviously holding back from making a noise. His breathing was heavily and she smiled, leaning down to kiss his neck as she started at a slow pace, rocking back and forth.
"Well?" Her walls clenched around him and the gasped reply was the obvious reaction, "Yes".
"Say it." She whispered in his slightly pointed ear, picking up her pace slightly. She sucked on his neck harder now and he moaned.
"I want-" He groaned, cutting himself off as she rode him enthusiastically.
"What do you want, baby? Tell mommy what you want." She was bouncing on him now, her sentences laced with pleasure.
"I want to- come for you." He blushed as he mumbled the phrase, clearly not accustomed to such things.
"For who?" She teased him with a smirk on her lips as she leaned in to kiss him again.
"For mommy, I want to come for mommy!" His voice became more and more desperate, trembling as she rode him harder and harder.
"Ok, come for me, my baby, be a good boy." She attached herself to his neck again, suckling a spot that seemed sensitive near his collarbone.
That was all it took for him to groan loudly and throw his head back, his dick spasmed and he came hard, his vision almost whiting out.
She followed soon after, moaning praise into his neck as she kept moving her hips through both of their orgasms.
When she came to, Wil, obviously, hadn't moved, and was looking at the ceiling again. His blush was spread all the way to his ears and his brow was scrunched on an angry expression, tears barely visible in his eyes.
He was still inside her, and she reached up to run her fingers through his hair. He winced at the contact, trying to move away.
There was nowhere to go, though and her hands found him again, tracing the pointy shell of his ears. He glared at her and she moved to kiss his neck again.
There was a sharp inhale of breath and she felt his spent cock twitch inside of her.
She licked a stripe all the way up to his ear sucking on the lobe of it. He let out a grunted breath, trying to turn his head away.
"You did so well, good job, baby." She enjoyed the feeling of him swallowing beneath her.
"I'm not your ba-" His voice was huskily tired and she cut him off with a harsh kiss, tugging at his hair.
She pulled away and kissed his ears again, her hands feeling up his abs.
"Get off of me." He tried to shake his body, but it was still not moving for him.
She smirked at him. "Or what? You'll hurt me with your magic elf stones?" She clenched around him again and he took a sharp breath, his nose scrunching.
"You are mine, Wil." She claimed his lips with hers again and he could do nothing to stop her.