Temptations

Silent defiance was etched in her expression, as her eyes followed his hand grabbing the cleave of the tunic with both hands, ripping it open exposing her fleshy mounds. His cock throbbed with excitement at the sight. Pace yourself, Corvin.

His hand itched to cup the mound and feel her skin rubbing against his, a vague, long-lost memory resurfaced at the back of his mind when he held her in the bath. His hands reached for her breast, brushing his thumb over her hard nipple, so hard that he could glass with it. The fleshy mounds were soft and firm, inviting him to bite and suck on them.

His little enjoyment was interrupted by the sharp sting of her palm, sending his head sideways. Not bad. It needs a bit more zing to it.

Rubbing his jaw, he turned to her, smirking, tounguing his cheek, feeling the little scrape on the inside" Is that all you have got," He taunted, from behind hooded eyes.

" Pathetic," He taunted some more, wickedly grinning and another slap followed, harder. The tangy taste of blood coated his mouth and throat. He was delightfully excited at the new development. She'd slapped him before but never quite so hard. It always was with a certain amount of restraint.

Grinning from ear to ear, with blood-tainted teeth, he wrapped his fingers around her throat and squeezed hard enough to feel her blood pulsing through her veins.

Wide-eyed, she she gasped for air, " I could kill you in the blink of an eye," She whispered through gritted teeth, wrapping her fingers around his wrist, and burying her nails into his flesh. He relished the fire burning in her eyes. For once she looked alive. Not just living.

" Do your worst," He taunted, smirking and watching, waiting for her to ignite to come alive. To let the beast with her free. Unshackle herself from the chains that she'd put herself in.

Nothing came, and the fire within her slowly subsided. Disappointment washed over him at the sight of surrender. She was losing the fight with herself.

" Undress," He flatly said as he lowered his hand, and turned away from her to find a moment to gather himself.

Tugging at his tunic, he pulled it over his head, and did the same with the rest of his clothing, as the rustle of clothes hitting the floor behind drew his attention back to her. She obeyed. Closing his eyes, with a silent breath, he turned to her and explored her bare body with greedy eyes. He was feasting on her from afar.

She did the same, taking in his naked form before. He wagered that the same whispers that pushed her to come north revelled in the sight.

Without a word, he stepped in the bath, and spread his legs wide, in a silent invitation for her to join him. The battle had just begun.

" It's time to have a bath and rest. We will continue tomorrow, " He ground out, somewhat displeased as if she had failed a test of some sort.

War was brewing from all sides, a battle of the ages. A decisive one. Only the fiercest, and the most cruel would survive. The Ruthless Kings would stop at nothing, the monsters and Karrise were a different matter altogether. There was a reason behind Dakran's fervent request for him to return home. Karrise was planning something, he'd sealed the Dava gates.

Dipping her foot in the bath, she slowly lowered herself into the water before him, hugging her knees, glaring at him like a wild animal. He wished she would tear at him, with all of her might. But no, she settled for glaring instead.

" Umayad attacked Redkite," She broke the silence, as he reached for the soap. Something she didn't reveal to Dakran but he already knew that they had breached the walls of the citadel.

He'd sent his own scout to survey the Umayad border. Unfortunately, he wouldn't have made it in time to come to her aid.

" What happened?" He asked, looking up at the ceiling, bracing himself on the edges of the tub.

" I burned them and sent the ashes back to Umayad with a missive attached to it. He'd sent back a wooden box filled with eyes, ears, and fingers. Grotesque, " She grimaced, repulsed at the evoked memory. Her brows tightly pinched together, and when he raised his head, he smirked, pleased. Proud. She was learning.

" War is coming, Iris. And this time is not against monsters. It will be men against men," He dauntingly said, as his eyes took in her curled-up form at the opposite end of the bath.

" Come," He licked his split lips, as he stretched his hand for her to take.

" Let me wash you," He offered, with a sly grin as she stared at his hand, deciding whether she should take it or not.

With a trembling hand, she finally reached and took his hand. A growl rumbled through his chest when her delicious naked body pressed against his, and his cock twitched in response to her touch.

Lazily he peeled his other hand off the edge of the tub, to push a stray hair off her face, eyeing her lips. Weaving his hand at the back of her head, he claimed that mouth once more, tasting her, relishing the way she responded to his touch. Their tongues tangled together in a wild kiss, as he nipped at her lip and sucked like a hungry baby would suck on its mother's tit.

Her fleshy breasts rubbed on his chest sending his body into an uncontrollable frenzy. She was his, and she didn't even know it. He would make sure that she would soon enough. Soon, Corvin.

Out of breath, she slowly pulled away from the kiss and met his gaze, guilt-ridden.

" You will forget his name. And mine will be all you'll ever know," A promise to himself and her.

" Corvin," A quivering breathy reply, as she gazed deep down into his soul. He'd made himself another promise one that she would never know about when he left Redkite that day. That if they would cross paths again, he would never let her escape his grasp.

" Iris," He licked his lips, seductively so and pressed his lips on hers, gentler this time around and took a long deep breath through his nose when she finally wrapped her hand at the back of his head.

She'd touched him out of her own volition. Acceptance. The journey had been slow and arduous. It was time to reap the fruits of his labour.