Taking Karre (Divinity Warriors 4) by Pillow Michelle M

Author:Pillow, Michelle M.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy, parallel universe, alternate reality, medieval, divinity warriors, parallel plane
Publisher: The Raven Books

Chapter Seven

Because right now, in this moment, she didn’t want to think.

Karre massaged Vidar’s neck, having discarded the washcloth to use her hands. Soap made her fingers glide over the solid ridge of muscles and she took full advantage of his wet, naked state. She explored every inch under the guise of washing him. Her thighs tightened and her pussy ached to be filled as moisture gathered along the soft folds.

She pulled, urging him to lean back in the metal tub. Small protests erupted in her mind, but she willfully refused to heed them because right now, in this moment, she didn’t want to think. Karre rubbed his chest, pressing her hands firmly in the center and massaging them outward. She skimmed his nipples and his breath caught.

She kept exploring, moving leisurely down until her hands dipped beneath the water. The tight hold of her green corset pulled tight to her chest, forcing her breasts up and together to create deep cleavage. Vidar stared at her breasts as she leaned over him and gripped the edge of the tub.

She found his navel and the back of her hand brushed his solid cock. Vidar groaned. Wet fingertips found her breasts and thrust between them. She wrapped her massaging fingers around his erection, gliding down to his balls, then up.

“Take off your gown,” he ordered.

Karre made no move to obey. She twisted her hands on his cock, lacing her fingers as she worked her hands over him beneath the blue water.

“I wish to take you now,” he said, not as commanding as before. “Lift your skirts and climb on top of me.”

Karre ignored the request. She pumped harder, gripping him tighter. “No, I’m bathing you.”

Water splashed on her sleeves and shoulders. She thrust one hand down to grab his balls and the root of his shaft while the other continued to move along the smooth arousal. The hand between her breasts tried to tug the mounds from the corset, but without loosening the laces, they were bound too tightly.

Vidar tensed, his body jerking beautifully as he came beneath the water. She kept pumping, milking his cock of every last drop. When his head fell back, she stopped, grinning. Running a finger down the center of his chest, she said, “There’s a good warrior.”

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