Page 33 of Ceridor

"Sure," I said, smooching him again. "Let's go."

We grabbed our bags loaded with towels, our soap and a change of clothes and walked hand in hand through town. I would likely always be a little bit skittish about it, but every time no one reacted to our open affection, I got a little calmer.

At the bath house Ceridor and I rinsed off in the antechamber, scrubbing down and keeping our hands to ourselves since this was the larger bath area for the men. As I finished washing my hair, Ceridor checked the doors off to the side that had smaller private baths. People could use these for any number of reasons, such as a parent with rowdy kids or a father with a daughter too young to go into the ladies' bath by herself (though surely the women in the ladies' bath would help a little girl in such a situation).

There was also an unspoken assumption that you could opt into a private bath for other private reasons, though according to the rules you'd better leave it just as clean as you found it, or the staff would close such rooms and tell us to deal with it.

The last door opened. Ceridor cocked his head and disappeared inside. I followed and found the room to be like the others we'd tried prior. It was small, just a few paces wide and across, with a bath sunk into the floor in the center, enough to hold maybe two adults and some small kids. It was practical: we'd already bathed and cleaned ourselves up, so now we could soak in the hot water and relax. There was a spigot in the wall off to the side if we needed to clean up again.

"Wood nymph?" I asked.

The delight in my beloved's eyes told me everything.

We'd experimented with roleplaying while using these private baths over the years. Since this Helvetican bath was originally built by the Romans who conquered ancient Helvetica almost 2500 years ago, we'd pondered trying something Roman. But the sex slaves that Roman soldiers and the privileged had kept were often brutalized and that took the fun out of it. Wesometimes dallied with role playing as two Roman soldiers, but Ceridor liked to explore his softer side in these role plays, so we didn't go there every time.

Our current favorite was one that had come from the magical realm.

I sat on the edge of the bath as Ceridor slipped into the water and into his role. Spreading my legs, I leaned back on my hands and appraised him. I was a local petty king. I had been coming to a natural hot spring in the mountains, not uncommon in the Alps.

For months, a magical wood nymph observed me bathing there, and fell for me. He appeared to me one day, but since he was not of the physical world, he could only maintain his physical form for a short time. Otherwise, the beautiful man bathing in front of me, the hot water undulating in rivulets down his chest, inhabited a body in etheric form, the ether of the fae and other magical spirits.

I could see him, and feel him, but that was only because I was a mage king.

We were trying to find a way for him to live in the physical world with me, but that was a level of magic we did not know, and as a king I could not forsake my people and leave to be with him.

The king part of this still made my stomach clench, an ache spreading through me in a yearning for the path I'd been born into and wanted again. Now I ran an inn with my sister, but I knew with hard work I could fight for Ulbrecht and possibly claim my position once again. Effie had been more than happy to give up her prior wealth and status as a princess, because she gained so much freedom in not being married off in a political alliance. But I wanted my future back.

"My king."

I snapped out of my reverie to find Ceridor standing between my legs and looking up at me with a soft smile. Sitting on the side of the pool with my feet propped on a step in the water, I spread my legs wider so my beautiful nymph could lean closer to me, his hands soothingly running up and down my thighs.

"We don't have to do anything," he cooed, his soft blue eyes already a bit blissed out with pleasure. "We can just bathe."

"Nein," I countered, combing my fingertips through his hair and delighting in it when my magical wood nymph let his eyes fall shut. He was so beautiful, he entranced me, whether in a fantasy role play or not. "I was just lost in my head. I'm back now."

"Welcome back," he quipped with a mischievous smile.

I kissed him. Ceridor's lips were petal soft and tasted like the flowery tea we'd been drinking back home. I kissed him harder and he opened to me, so pliant and submissive, eager to yield and yet so gorgeous in that yielding.

He let out a little whimper and I drove my tongue into his mouth, ravishing him as he gripped my thighs, holding on and letting me anchor him. I cupped the base of his head and the back of his neck, then scooped my other arm around his shoulder blades, not asking but demanding he come closer by hauling him all the way into my lap.

Ceridor arched his back and allowed himself to be manhandled, his eyes wild with lust from my forcefulness. We parted just long enough to catch our breath, my beloved's lips plump from our kissing.

"Let me suck you, my lord," he whispered.

"All right."

I sat back on my palms again and splayed wide to give my wood nymph plenty of room. Ceridor sank back into the water and breathed me in as he drew my foreskin down, luxuriating in my cock and filling me with confidence and power. He suckedme and slurped, lathering my shaft with saliva and caressing every part with his tongue. I shook as pleasure rolled through me, then carded my fingers into his hair, lightly guiding him up and down to swallow my cock and get me ready to top him.

Ceridor cupped my balls and gently massaged as I sang his praises in hollowed-out whispers. "Yes, baby. You're so good.

He pulled off only when I'd begun the shaking that led up to orgasm. As I came back to my senses, I dimly registered him stepping out of the pool and grabbing two towels and our lubricating oil. Ceridor folded and placed the towels on the tiled floor beside the pool, so we could fuck on our knees. Then after setting the lubricating oil by his feet, he got into position on his hands and knees and sent me a seductive look over his shoulder. "Prep me?"

I smirked and saddled up behind him, smacking his butt as if he had misbehaved, though Ceridor would never. Still, the startled yip he gave made it worth it.

I made quick work of prepping him since we'd been fucking so much recently. Whenever he came back from his travels, we had to make up for lost time.

"Ready, sweet nymph?" I asked, smoothing my hands over his reddened cheeks.

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