The Priestess and the Thief Kindred Tales 30 - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,61

moaned her pleasure. All the other Tenebrian nobles were as well, leaving only Elli and Roke who weren’t “Mirroring” the Crown Prince.

“Don’t worry, little priestess—you know I’ll be gentle,” Roke murmured, scooping out some of the cream and rubbing it between his long fingers. He beckoned to her. “Come here now, sweetheart, and let me wash you.”

Feeling as though she was drawn by an invisible magnet, Elli found herself going to him. She even stood taller, so that her breasts were above the surface of the water and watched as the big warrior cupped her full globes.

“Mmm, so soft and ripe,” he growled softly, as he caressed her breasts and plucked gently at the tight tips of her nipples. “Gods, I love the way your breasts fill my palms, little priestess!”

Elli tried not to make a noise but she couldn’t help moaning as sparks of pleasure shot through her entire body—especially to the secret spot between her legs. As Roke continued to “wash” her, she pressed her thighs together tightly, trying to control the ache she felt growing there in response to his gentle touch.

Just when she felt she couldn’t stand it anymore, she heard the Crown Prince speaking again.

“My dear Lady Carloota,” he remarked, smiling at the noblewoman whose breasts he had been caressing. “You seem to enjoy being bathed very much. It makes me think you must be a very…dirty…girl.”

He growled the last words, looking into her eyes and Lady Carloota giggled and blushed.

“Maybe I am, Your Majesty,” she murmured, fluttering her long white eyelashes at him. “Maybe I need to be washed all over.”

The Crown Prince’s pale, bulging eyes narrowed with lust.

“You naughty girl! Get up on the side of the tub so that I can wash you where you need it most!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Giggling, the Tenebrian noblewoman scrambled out of the tub and sat on the edge with her legs spread wide. Clearly, she knew exactly what her monarch wanted and she was eager to give it to him.

“Oh my Goddess,” Elli whispered as the Crown Prince began caressing Lady Carloota’s pale, inner thighs. “He’s not really going to…to wash her there, is he?”

“You mean is he going to wash her pussy?” Roke growled behind her. “I think it’s obvious he is, sweetheart.”

As he spoke, the Crown Prince dipped his fingers into the jar of cream and then dipped them into Lady Carloota. As she gasped and moaned, he thrust them vigorously deep inside her. And all around them, the other Tenebrian nobles were following suit.

“Oh my Goddess,” Elli whispered again. “Roke, we can’t.”

“I’m afraid we’ll have to if we don’t want to offend anyone,” he said grimly. Then he lowered his voice and looked into her eyes. “But don’t worry, little priestess—I promise you I’ll be gentle. I won’t even penetrate you if you don’t want me to.”

“You…you won’t?” Elli asked him breathlessly.

He shook his head.

“Not unless you ask me to. I can just caress and ‘wash’ your sweet inner folds. No one should be the wiser—they’re all too preoccupied with their own ‘washing’ to notice what we do, I would think.”

“All right then…” Shaking—though with fear or desire she wasn’t sure which—Elli climbed out of the pool and sat on the edge. Then, like every other woman in the room was doing, she spread her thighs, baring her pussy to the big warrior shamelessly.

“Mmm, such a sweet little pussy,” he rumbled. Brushing the fronds of her bathing costume aside, he revealed the tiny patch of blond curls at the apex of her sex and the pink outer lips which looked shamefully swollen with desire—at least to Elli.

“You…you really think so?” she asked, biting her lip.

“Gods, yes! The sweetest I’ve ever seen,” Roke assured her. “Now I’m just going to wash the outside of your sex first, little priestess. You tell me if you want me to continue and wash your inner folds as well.”

Elli bit her lip even harder. Her heart was thumping in her chest and she had never felt so exposed…or so hot. But she knew she ought to try and resist the carnal urges she was feeling.

“Just…just the outside, then, please Roke,” she made herself say.

Roke nodded.

“As my Lady wishes,” he growled. And then he was caressing the swollen outer lips of her pussy with his long, slippery fingers, rubbing the cream into her inner thighs and outer lips with firm but gentle strokes.

Of course the problem was, that once he started rubbing her outer pussy, her lips started to