Page 47 of Sweet Giant

“Mastorr, you have a beautiful home. I-I think I’ll like it here.” A blush stole over her face as she continued gazing at the bed. There was no doubt in my mind about the sort of thoughts she was entertaining.

“Before we retire for the evening,” I said, my cock thickening at the prospect of sleeping next to her, “we could enjoy the use of the hot springs if you would like. They are most soothing, and I think we could both use a bath after today’s journey.”

“Hot springs?” She emitted a half-sigh, half-moan that caused my shaft to harden further. “That sounds lovely, Mastorr. Um, will we be bathing together?”

I stepped closer and placed my hands on her shoulders, allowing the tip of my erect cock to graze her stomach. Her breath hitched and the scent of her arousal reached my nostrils. I inhaled deeply. “Would you like for us to bathe together?”

She drew in a shaky breath, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink. “Yes, Mastorr. I would.”

Chapter39

LIV

Steam rose from the spring.Oh, it looked inviting. I was exhausted from the ordeal with Mountain, healing Mastorr multiple times, and then our travels to the cavern. A warm soak sounded fantastic.

Even better, Mastorr would be joining me.

My pulse quickened as I watched him enter the water. Warmth that had nothing to do with the heat in the alcove flowed through me.

He was everything I’d never realized I wanted.

He was my home, my everything.

I set the pajamas I’d brought to change into on a small table that was pushed against the wall. Then I started removing my clothing, eager to join Mastorr in the water. As I undressed, he lounged in the spring, and it looked like he was sitting on a bench of sorts, though I couldn’t be certain. His gaze remained fixed on me.

Once I was fully naked, he stood and offered me his hand to help me into the spring. I had trouble breathing as I beheld the sight of him. His fur was wet and clung to his huge, muscular body, and his cock protruded straight out, as hard and large as I’d ever seen it.

I thought about the intimacies we’d shared yesterday and flushed. Anticipation skittered through me, a rush of heat and nerves.

Tonight.

I would offer myself to him tonight.

I loved him. During one of the darkest, most frightening moments of my life, I’d realized that I loved him. That I couldn’t bear being parted from him.

I accepted his hand and allowed him to guide me into the water.Ohhh. The hot spring was the perfect temperature. I sank deeper into the water as he led me to the bench. He settled himself atop it and drew me into his lap.

The water covered me up to my neck, and I couldn’t help but moan with delight as it soothed my sore muscles. Mastorr had carried me for most of the journey to the cavern, but I’d insisted on walking up a few of the steeper hills even though I wasn’t in the best of shape.

My pulse quickened, and my pussy wouldn’t stop spasming with heat. There was an urgency inside me unlike anything I’d ever experienced, an incessant need to be claimed by Mastorr. I felt tingly and unsettled, as though I wouldn’t find peace until he thrust his hugeness inside me.

Whether it was the calling or just pure, sexual attraction, I didn’t know. But in addition to my physical desires, my heart continually squeezed with affection, and I felt something deeper stirring inside me, as though my soul were calling out for Mastorr to join his body with mine.

“Mm. This is nice.” I snuggled further into his arms, always searching for thethump thump thumpof his heart.

He lifted one hand from the water, holding up a bar of what looked like soap. He’d grabbed it on our way out of his alcove, though I hadn’t asked what it was. Did Montikaans really use soap? Huh. I supposed I was about to find out.

“May I clean you, sweet one?” he asked in a husky voice. “May I lather you with soap and rinse you off?”

The heat spasming in my core increased, and I couldn’t find my voice, so I gave a quick nod of agreement. My heart pounded faster as Mastorr worked up a lather between his hands. I exhaled a shuddering breath when he began running the bar and his soapy hands up and down my arms.

He was thorough as he cleaned me. He ran his hands over my bosom and spent extra time on my nipples. I moaned and leaned into his touch, and as I squirmed on his lap, I felt his hardness pressing between my bottom cheeks. But before I had time to enjoy the naughtiness of it, he lifted me slightly and set me on the bench, then worked his hands over my legs.

He saved my pussy and my butt for last, and he cleaned my nether area with just as much care as my breasts. When he cupped my backside and squeezed, I whimpered and thrust my center up, seeking friction, only to end up humping the water.

He released a dark chuckle before he placed his hand between my thighs again, stroking me softly and occasionally nudging two fingers into my entrance, though not penetrating deep. The shallow thrusts drove me wild with need, and I grasped his arms as I gyrated into his teasing touch.

He pressed his thumb to my clit and a few quick caresses was all it took to make me shatter. My moans echoed in the cavern as I rode the waves of bliss. The quaking ecstasy went on and on. My vision went blurry, and I eventually closed my eyes and allowed the haze of pleasure to consume me.

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