Steam clung to our bodies, the heat of the water mixing with the feverish warmth between us. Her thighs were locked around my waist, firm and trembling, her bare skin slick beneath my touch.
My hands roamed—tracing the delicate dip of her spine, the curve of her waist, the softness that gave way to taut muscle.
Her lips were relentless, tasting, sucking, molding against mine with a hunger that deepened with every passing second. I could barely think beyond the feel of her body, her breath, her scent mixing with the warm mist around us.
My fingers curled into her back, pulling her closer as my other hand gripped her thigh, feeling the slickness of her skin, the way she twitched at my touch.
Every time I tried to deepen the kiss, she pulled back just enough to make me chase, her breath mingling with mine, hot yet showing how she was finding it hard to keep up with me. It appeared she was clearly having a kiss for the first time, where it was not innovative—just reciprocating my actions.
Her thighs clenched around my waist, holding me tight as the warmth of the bathwater seeped into our skin. As my feet slowly entered a bathtub built directly into the floor, the stairs had enough space to let us sink in gradually.
The warmth I felt in my hand, passionately molding and rubbing her back, was met with the coldness of the water.
My fingers traced her back, feeling the smooth, wet curve of her body as I slowly lowered both of us into the tub.
Splash—
The water rippled, rising up our bodies, swallowing us inch by inch.
"Haa... Haa..." Finally, for a moment of breath as we separated, distancing her by a few inches, my eyes looked towards her sapphire ones, which seemed clearly unwavering as they were fixed on my lips, with a trail of saliva breaking between us.
My eyes turned downward as even the remaining piece of her bridal dress floated away, revealing two soft, milky-white, plump bosoms drowning in front of my eyes.
Her breasts dipped beneath the surface, leaving only the tops of those soft mounds exposed, the steam curling around her flushed skin.
I swallowed.
The water was crystal clear. I could see everything.
Her rosy buds tightened under the warmth, half-hidden by the slow movement of the water, her pale skin glistening.
My breathing grew heavier.
I yanked her closer, crushing her against me, letting her feel every inch of me—every bit of heat, tension, want.
Her body was soft, too plump, pressing against me like she belonged there. Her breath hitched, chest heaving, those hardened buds pushing right into me—obvious, needy.
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Her thighs trembled, shifting just enough for me to notice, like she was trying to steady herself—or maybe just giving in.
Fuck. This was too much. But I wasn’t letting go.
I needed more.
I moved lower, lips trailing down her neck, nipping at the flushed skin just below her jawline.
’!’
"Umh..." She shivered, a quiet whimper escaping her lips, her nails digging into my shoulders.
My mouth found the slope of her collarbone, then lower still, capturing the soft peak of her breast.
The moment my tongue flicked over her pulse, she shuddered, fingers tightening in my hair.
My mouth moved lower, finding her peaked bud, rolling it between my lips as my tongue teased and tugged.
"Ahh—!" A sharp gasp left her lips, her back arching as my teeth grazed her sensitive flesh. The sound sent a pulse straight to my core, my shaft twitching beneath the water, desperate for her warmth.
Beneath the water, I felt her shift, her fingers brushing against my stomach and then lower—searching, teasing, or whatever; though it appeared more as if she were finding some support due to my sudden hasty pull.
And then, her forefinger’s tip, sliding down, touched above my pants, just at the tip of my throbbing shaft.
"Th-this?" Aleriana narrowed her gaze as she suspiciously looked towards me, causing me to just shrug my shoulders as I looked aside, lightening the mood.
My cock throbbed at her touch, already desperate for her warmth.
Her eyes met mine, heavy with want, a silent challenge in those sapphire depths.
’Come on, I can’t make it more awkward!’
Determining not to make this more confusing, I swiftly grabbed her wrist before placing it on my pants, knowing well that even as the male, my strength was not enough. Looking into her eyes, with a hushed voice, I said, "Can you tear this cloth away? Wife?"
"...Y-yes." I clearly saw a flush near her eyes as she gave a slight nod before, without doing much work, she tore my pants. Given the size of my shaft, like some underwater dragon, it soared, clearly tightening within as its tip touched something soft—it was her vulva.
I grabbed her ass, squeezing, stretching those soft, round cheeks apart, forcing her to feel just how badly I wanted her. She moaned, hips jerking, her thighs trembling against me as I spread her wide. Fuck, she was already so wet.
My other hand moved up, fingers rough, possessive, claiming her left tit as I kneaded it, feeling the stiff bud against my palm. I didn’t stop. I pulled her up just enough—just enough to make her hover over my cock, her soaked slit pressing right against the tip. She gasped, her legs wrapping tighter around me, her body tensed, waiting, aching.
I smirked against her ear, my voice low, teasing. "You might be a strong princess, but tonight? I’m fucking owning you."
And then I shoved her down.
Her body locked up, a strangled cry escaping her lips, but—
Shhlup—!
My cock, slick with water and her arousal, fucking slipped. Instead of sinking inside that desperate, clenching heat, it slid up between her folds, rubbing against her clit before pressing hard against her stomach.
A pause.
Then—
"Pfft—!"
She fucking giggled. Her whole body shook, her breath hitching, her hand flying up to cover her mouth.
I froze, my cock throbbing against her belly, so fucking hard it almost hurt.
"You gotta be shitting me," I muttered, voice tight.
She snorted—actually snorted—her teeth sinking into her lip as she tried, and completely failed, to hold back her laughter. "S-Sorry—" she gasped, her chest rising and falling, flushed and breathless from laughing too hard. "It just… slipped out—literally."
I groaned, my head dropping against her shoulder, fingers tightening on her ass. "Not funny."
"It kinda is—"
I cut her off by grabbing her wrist, dragging her hand down between us, making her wrap those soft fingers around me. "Fix it."
Her fingers tightened around me, trembling, her breath uneven as she stared at my cock.
Wide, sapphire eyes flickered between shock and something deeper—something raw, uncertain, and dangerously close to surrender.
Her lips parted, but no words came out at first. Then, voice barely above a whisper, she finally breathed, "What… what is the meaning of this?"
I smirked, dragging my hands down her waist, letting my fingers spread wide over the curve of her hips, gripping her possessively.
Without warning, I yanked her closer, my hands sliding down, claiming the soft, plush flesh of her ass.