To hell and back

Not the strongest worrior for sure

The whole time we were walking through the maze of corridors, Sara talked without stopping. Which was a good thing, as light chats were never my strong suit. So, instead, I had more time to think about what I was going to do once we got to the baths. There was no way to ignore all the sigils covering my body and, not to mention, it would be weird if I tried to bathe with gloves on...

I always knew that there would come a time when I would have to let others see my body. My only hope was always that the person that would see my secrets would not be that well versed in magic as to know the true meaning behind those sings on my body and why one would put them there.

The moment she opened the door to the room in which we would be bathing, I had an epiphany of sorts... what she sees on my body can not be hidden... but I can create something else, a distraction or something that would be more memorable than what she saw on my body. And when I saw her unfastening her dress, I knew just the right way to go about it. My eyes lingered on the soft curve of her naked shoulder, it felt like it was inviting me to move closer and touch it... taste it...

And who am I kidding? There was no way that I could have resisted playing with this innocent thing that was served almost on a plate to me. I never claimed to be the strongest warrior that would resist the temptation... it was quite the opposite. I never turned away from the temptation, but embraced it instead. And sure, I have changed my ways in more ways than one, but I have to be lenient with myself in some ways if I want this to be a long-term thing, right? This will not turn around and spit me in the face after, right?

Oh, well... there is no other way to know other than to try and figure it out.

With that last thought that led me to some very questionable situations, I made my way to the young girl in front of me that was working on unbotanning her dress.

"Here, let me help."

I said, with my voice being nothing more than a whisper, as I took the ties from her hands. The moment my hands touched hers, I heard her take a deep breath, maybe from a surprise... or maybe as a reaction to my sudden closeness to her. From the chart distance between us, I was sure that she could feel the air of my breath tickle the back of her neck as I reached around her.

For a moment, I did not do anything, giving her the chance to push me away or say no in any way, because there was no way that I would force myself on a girl or anyone else. Even in my darkest times, I had at least some sort of standards and lines that were just distasteful to cross. As well as my magic practice would have been disturbed if I had forced someone, the way I did magic relied on a simple free flow of energy. Forcing anything or anyone would create ripples that would unbalance the flow of energy that was constantly flowing through my body.

"Thank you..."

The young girl's whisper drew me back to the current moment and I saw the light pink blush coloring her cheeks. My eyes rose to find our reflection in the mirror on the wall. I saw the hungry curious look in the young girl's eyes as well as the shy smile on her lips.

Well, this is... not that much of a surprise as I had working eyes and saw her looking at me with what I could only call youthful curiosity and maybe even hunger, which are both shining on the surface right now. A second later she lifted her eyes to meet mine and I caught her gaze in the frosty reflection.

While holding complete eye contact, I fished untying the last string that was holding her undergarments in place. And when I released that tie, the whole garment fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked.

My eyes traveled lower as I took in the naked glory of her body.

Yeah... there was no way I could have kept my hands to myself once she got naked.

With a very gentle touch and slow pace, I let my fingers trace the side of her neck, down to the shoulder.

"Your skin is so soft, you must take good care of it."

My words were a mere whisper and I could see her skin get covered in goosebumps as air got stuck in her throat. Her face got even more red as she managed only to nod her head. From the way her eyes were shining with bright innocence, I could feel the overly familiar tingle fill my senses...

Oh, how long have I denied myself a pleasure like this...

The taste of fresh innocents is like a drug no one has ever managed to duplicate.

Thrill and the rush of them tasting the pleasure of one's body for the first time...

Mmmm... I could almost taste it.

"Let me help."

I said with the most genteel smile as I met her eyes in our reflection. Slowly, I led her to the big metal bath and helped her inside. She did not question it or refused me, just did as I directed her. Without even a moment of hesitation, she laid down into the warm water, and now I had her right in front of me completely relaxed, as I had the free-range to-do as I pleased. Ah gods, you have to love the pure innocence and complete trust.

I reached for the sponge and lowered into the hot water. Once it was wet in the hot water of her bath as I started to move my hands against her. It was still a bit of a surprise to me that I felt the heat from the water as well as the texture of both her skin and the sponge. I guess that is one of the reasons why I always enjoyed playing with the innocent, as I could not experience or feel things myself, I would live through them... experience all those things through... But now, even when I can feel it myself, I still want to experience something I used to enjoy so much before. Especially when it was not hurting anyone.

My hands were moving on their own as they explored the body of the young woman in front of me.

With each brush I could see her body responding, her breathing getting uneven as her body twitched slightly.

The first brush against her breast made her release a high-pitched sound of surprise that was followed a sound almost moan like. As the second brush was less of a surprise, it came out more moan like than the first.

But my hands did not linger there for long, as they moved lower. I am pretty sure she knew where I was going with it, or at least subconsciously she did, because her legs opened, letting my hand travel lower.

She opened as if she was a petal and now my bear hands were gently touching her skin as I had lost the sponge somewhere along the way.

The whole time, I could not keep my eyes from her face. The honest and pure reaction on her face fed the hunger in me. As expected, it did not take much to bring her to the peak of pleasure. My fingers moved in just the right tempo to bring and push her over the edge, drawing the most delicious sounds from her as her back arched and I could almost see the light exploding behind her eyes.

This is the most addictive moment, that at times like this, was even a better height than most of the dark magic.