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[ It's so unlike their first encounter, her standing demure and blushing in front of him, but he can't stop himself remembering that too, the way she'd opened her legs and taken him gladly, the taste of their come mingled as they'd kissed. Hellboy watches water bead and run down between her tits, then forces his eyes away, trying to follow her example.

The pain of his injuries fades back to a dull throb under the steam and the water, as well as the distraction of her proximity; he tries to hold on to it, a stabilising presence, as well as the gentle lilt of her words as she tells her story. He can imagine her there in the bathhouses, sleeves rolled up, helping her people. It's a good image, calm and peaceful and warm.

It's difficult to stay there, though, when she's still touching him, her small hands pale against his skin as she strokes those bubbling spheres of water down over him. She passes one over his nipple and he catches his breath, his cock twitching, his gaze drawn back to her despite himself. ]

That sounds.. [ He clears his throat. ] Sounds real good. Did you ever get to.. to feel that?

[The conversation does make it easier. Something to focus on that is just not just his body, so responsive under her touch. As it had been. How eager and quick -

Not the time. She breathes out a little higher and then focuses back on the task, and answering his question. ]

Oh, yes. Women share the bathhouse, we help each other in those sort of intimate requests, and - after I became Second-Child, I have my ladies in waiting. They attend my body in however I need in such ways. They take their work with as much pride and they are so wonderfully thorough to my needs, after they have finished with me, I think I could sleep for a week. They have a few more steps, [ She tilts her head as she goes through it, unaware how it all... sounded. ] They will oil my body, my hair, then with loose cloth they rub it into my skin until I am supple, brush my hair free and braid it, and it's after that, they begin to work the water into all my aches from the day.

Edited 2021-01-15 17:36 (UTC)

[ Focusing on something else is a good idea. Hellboy tips his head up, studies the shower curtain above her head, trying not to imagine Gilia among those women, standing naked among them as they run oiled hands over her skin, over her arms and stomach and down between her -- ]

Yeah, I think I'm gonna.. uh, be pretty tired after this. [ He swallows, knowing he's definitely hard now, that the smooth wet skin of her belly will be touching him if she moves in any closer. ]

[ She looks up at him, beaming gladly. Totally unaware of the things she has said, and how they'd sound to literally anyone else. ]

Truly? That is wonderful really, I was so worried I would not be pleasant to you, the same -

[ Focused on her task as she is, it all follows that inevitably when she presses up on her toes to reach up the front of his chest to his neck, and - ]

Oh. Oh! [ Her mouth goes dry a moment. Truly, how had she managed to take all of him the first try? But that was quickly followed by the insidious thought that if she truly was not so sure, she could try again.

Stop it! He had had a wretched day. He needed love and respect most of all. Not gawking. ] I did not mean... to... trouble... Ah, trouble you, if you were... I mean that, you are recovering, and not that... not that you are not most pleasing to me, I mean, without - I hope that does not sound unladylike, or, such a way that is... But that you are injured and if you... need me to -

[ Oh Spirits, why had her sisters never gossiped about these sorts of things so she might know what to say? ] need me to... go?

[.... She just looks up at him with her blue eyes fixed somewhere that isn't his body and stops talking with a gulp. ]

[ He just about manages to stop himself from groaning aloud as the head of his cock slides over the soft curve of her stomach. His hands curl and uncurl at his sides, tail twitching in the spray of water, as she glances down at notices it. ]

You, ah. [ He takes a careful breath, then reaches out carefully and brushes his fingertips against her hip, the slightest touch, his gaze intent on her expression, tracking every small change in her mood. ]

You can stay. If you want.

[ How strange to be standing in a bathing room, and feel her mouth dry out. Swallowing down as she looks up at him. Searching his eyes as she tries not to be - so ridiculous. ]

I would... [ She gives a little nod, unsure, but... staying. ] I am... I know I must be unseemly with the... messages I have sent you, and the... the first time we met. But truly, I do mean no... no assumption of your affections.

The.. oh. That's fine.

[ He settles his hand on her hip, thumb stroking over her damp skin. The last thing he wants to do is pressure her, or make her feel uncomfortable, no matter how close and intense their current situation is. He studies her through the steam of the water. ]

You know you've got my.. affection, if you want it. You're a good person, Gilia. You deserve people being good to you too.

[How could her response be any different, when he talks to her like that, of her, like that?

No, anything else would not be fitting, than to lift herself up on her toes to close the distance between them - and kiss him. Soundly, surely. Mouth warm on his and cupping his cheeks with both her hands and happy hum she presses into his lips. ]

And my affection is yours.

[ He leans into it, grateful to have her respond so well to what little he can offer her compared to the pleasure and awe-inspiring presence of her powers. His left hand slides down her body, rounding those warm damp curves as he kisses her. When she pulls back he leaves his hand there, spread wide over the softness of her backside. ]

Gilia, can I.. [ He shifts his weight, his hard dick bumping and sliding a little over her hip. ]

[Each kiss is careful, nibbled like a secret against his lips, a soft warm touch. Not that half madness of before but, deliberately learning and remembering how to touch him. Careful fingers that brush like she holds something so precious.

That she lowers, to his hip. Tentatively and so very meticulous she curls those so delicate fingers around his cock. Balling the water around the her fingers again to begin to massage up and down his length. Still letting the tip bob against her hip to keep him braced. ]

Yes. Gently. I came here to tend you, not hurt you further. Slowly. We'd best not open your wound again.

Edited (bad sentence structure oop) 2021-01-29 14:37 (UTC)

[ He lets out a breath against her mouth as she slides her hand down, taking him into her gentle grip at first, then the rolling massage of the water that seems to be designed to drag out that tension enough that his legs almost buckle underneath him. ]

Ah, Gilia -- [ His hand tightens over her ass, digging into her soft curves. ] Don't stop. Please.

[ She cannot hold his weight exactly, but she leans in, kissing him just as slowly, just as carefully. Letting him ease into it. Take all the tension out of him. Long, slow strokes from tip to base again and again. ]

I've got you.

[ The water trickles, warms and runs over him the same way as she had the rest. ]

[ He kisses her back, as softly as he can at first, though the hunger and urgency is starting to build. His right hand comes up to gently cradle the back of her head, the warm wet stone huge against her.

The slow strokes are simultaneously everything he wants and not enough, teasing the edge of bringing him to release, the rumbling pressure of the water moving over him a sensation that's almost overstimulating. He rocks his hips forward into those long strokes, seeking more as beads of pre-come thicken the water running off his dick, his left hand sliding down her backside and between her legs, blunt fingertips rubbing up into that soft cleft between her cheeks. ]

[ How odd it felt to be cradled so carefully by something that could crush her like a butterfly, and yet to feel so much control, as she felt him tremble under each careful stroke and touch of her fingers. But still, she felt no fear of him. Feeling that strange mix of his pre-come and water that she cleans away each time she runs over him. Speeding up, little by little, but never too much. Not yet, at least. Easing him along as gently as possible. A slow control she maintains as best she can.

At least until he finds her with his own hand. She pauses in a stolen breath. Back arching up into him as her leg lifts to allow him to reach her easier. Her eyes slipped shut as she gasps, inhaling against his lips, her arm tightening around his shoulders to not slip. Rocking back in the same encouragement, that builds so readily, and perhaps it's just the memory of the last time, but the croon on her lips is as sweet, if not quite so mad. ] My Prince.

[ That burning image of his crown, that she croons sweetly into his mouth. Not in mockery or even adulation, but wrapped and safe and loving, so very, very loving in the way she was always falling into. ]

[ She tastes like sea salt against his lips, bright and sweet as she takes a breath. His fingertips slip through wetness far silkier than water, easing against the heat of her folds, sliding over her rather than pushing into her body. It's a tease and a way to focus all at the same time, making him want to be inside her, but giving him something else to think about besides the growing urgency low in the pit of his stomach.

He makes a soft noise at her choice of endearment, denial rising automatically into his mind, though something about it feels right when she says it, almost acceptable. ]

My queen. [ His voice is low as he recalls that encounter too, rolling himself into the grip of her powers. ]

[She hums against his mouth. It felt - right. Content. Something she could only share with him, when she had learned to hide so much of herself, no less before as since being here. He would not fear her, and he did not quiet her. A happiness she smiles into his lips, eager, still.

That as they find rhythm against each other, she only wants more. He is one of the most painfully handsome men she's ever met. How often she thought about him, wanted him. No less that she could not be as open with it as so many others.

That when she catches her breath, pulls back, she sighs, kissing his jaw, then lower down his throat. Wondering and savouring and enjoying each sound he made for want of more. ] You're so beautiful. [ Meant it, so completely. Perhaps her own naivety, but she felt no shame in the truth as she saw it. ]

[ It's a difficult truth to accept, even from her, though she's perhaps one of the very few he can endure it from. Beauty has always felt like something delicate, fragile, not for the likes of him, when he finds himself breaking things just by leaning on them too hard. Beauty is in the soft curves under his fingertips, the golden hair collecting the steam of the shower and the smell of sun-warmed oceans rising around them.

As she moves down with her kisses he tilts his head back a little, accepting it with a sigh, though his hand stays between her legs, moving gently over her clit, but more meaningfully with each passing moment. ]

Gilia. [ He sighs her name. Not the titles, or endearments, but the whole of her as he sees her, the goddess and the woman. ] I want you.

Then take me. [ She holds her lips on his neck as she shapes the words on his throat. ] I am yours. I want you too.

[ She slides down his body, kissing and gently nipping as she goes. Lathing her tongue over his nipple, the cut of his defined his muscles as she goes to her knees.

Then pauses to kiss across his hips, lapping at the water on his skin with a satisfying whisper at the taste of his skin mingling with it. Taking her time, here and there, before with her eyes looking up, watching him, she opens her mouth and begins to close her mouth around the tip of his cock. He's far, far too much for her to take easily when she was still learning how to do this. But she had certainly gave it a try. Sinking down and down until she felt him at the back of her throat, to close her fingers around the rest of him as she gently began to bob her head over him. ]

Gilia -- ah. [ Her name gets an extra hitch in it as she moves against him. He lets her, not only because it feels good to have her mouth on him, but because he doesn't want to deny her what she wants. His right hand seeks the wall behind him, a flat steadying pressure under the hot thunder of the water.

He watches her sink down to her knees, guessing what she wants to do, and part of him wants to reassure her that she doesn't have to try, doesn't have to do this if she doesn't want to, but it feels so damn good, and before he can warn her off she's already parting those beautiful lips around the head of him. A groan rises up out of him as she takes him carefully into her mouth, a heat greater than the shower around them, and he fights to stay still, to let her do all of the manoeuvring around him. It's difficult, though, especially as he starts to feel those rings of muscle around him, watching her take him as deep as she can. ]

That feels so good. [ He brushes the fingers of his left hand over her cheek, then lets his touch drift to the sea wrack and foam of her hair, sinking into it just to have a point of contact, not to control her movements. His head tips back, water sheeting down over the side of his face. ] Ah, don't stop.

[ If there is a more perfect, gratifying sight, she could hardly name it. To pleasure him, to watch his powerful body shudder and shiver under the touch of her tongue, the heat of her mouth. Yes, she has to hastily swallow down, as quickly as she can, to stop from choking on the sheer size of him.

But was that not half the joy of it, really? Hearing the rattle of his breath, the shudder of her name on his lips where he sounds so lost except for her guidance. That sweet pull of fingers in her hair. The rough grate of his voice. Filling her head, her senses and good sense. She truly cannot take all of him, but she wants to. Too eager, and glad to do it, that she pushes up a little better, her tongue lathing against the underside of his cock, as she pulls back and sinks back to take a quicker pace. Her free hand balancing on his hip. That even if it gets the better of him enough to move back against her mouth, she does not relent until it near chokes her. Pulling back, eagerly dragging her tongue against her bottom lip before she moves back to him.

When she has to finally break to take a breath, she moves up, cradling his cock gently against his chest as she takes heaving breathes against his hip, kissing and nuzzling him lovingly. Tilting her head up to look at him with her eyes bright, a clearer, sharper blue in the torrent of her powers, that come up to the surface and make her churn that little bit wild. ] You... you can come... in my mouth? If you want? I do not mind it. I enjoy it? I like it when men... if that is not too much to assume?

[ She sinks her teeth into her lip, in a shy trepidation. Unaware of how it sounds, but she is so earnest. But he is such a gentleman to her, she thinks he would not if she did not say so.

But something about this always, always makes her feel so drunk in a powerful way. ]

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