There was a pitcher and basin on a low stand near the window and she smiled, slowly rising from the bed. After her activities with Belethor, she was in need of a bath. A quick wash would go a long way to helping until she could get a bath in the bathhouse, though. Pouring some of the water into the basin, she dipped one of the cloths provided for just that purpose into the water and wrung it out a little. Dragging the damp cloth around her neck and down her throat, she swept the cloth down between her breasts with a sigh.
The sound of footfalls behind her made her pause and she turned to face Belethor, holding the cloth. “I hope you don’t mind—I thought it might be best to clean myself before we slept,” she admitted softly.
Belethor laid the platter of food on the top of one of the clothes chests in his room and stepped towards her, his dark eyes sparkling. “Hmmm…I think I can help you. After all, I did help you get dirty.” He took the cloth from her fingers and dipped it back into the water. Rummaging in the drawer beneath the basin, he pulled out a bar of soap that smelled like moonflowers. Swiping the cloth across the bar of soap, he turned back to Caer. “Ready?” he purred.
Caer nodded and hissed as he softly dragged the soapy cloth over the swells of her breasts, paying special attention to her pinked and peaked nipples. He stepped closer, his lips falling to her throat as he weighed her breasts in his palms, the cloth spreading bubbles across the tender flesh. Satisfied that they were clean, he dipped the cloth back into the basin and rinsed it, before dragging the wet cloth over her breasts, earning another hiss. His lips lowered to her breasts, teasing her nipples with suckling kisses as the again-soapy cloth continued its trek down her ribs to her belly. Stroking her hips and tummy with the cloth in gentle circular strokes, he dipped it teasingly between her thighs. She shuddered as he stroked her intimately with the cloth.
Belethor chuckled as he slid his fingers between her thighs, stroking her to climax as he dipped the cloth back into the basin and started to rinse the soap from her body. “My dear, let’s get you dried off and move this to the bed,” he suggested with a leer.
Caer swallowed. “Belethor,” she whispered, her hand falling to the front of his trousers where his cock pressed insistently against the fabric. “Shall we clean you as well?” she purred.
Belethor watched her for a moment before nodding curtly. His hands moved to the hem of his tunic and he tugged it over his head and dropped it onto the back of a nearby chair. Dropping his hands to his belt, he unfastened it, carefully coiling the leather and setting it on a dresser top. Finally his hands moved to the laces closing his pants and, with all the ceremony of opening a present, carefully opened the laces, his pants falling without the assistance of the laces or his belt. Stepping out of his trousers, he tossed them overtop of his tunic and faced Caer.
Caer gasped, reaching out to grasp his semi-erect cock. Her fingers closed around him and she was amazed at the silky feel of his cock and the heat that radiated into her palm. At his shuddering breath, she looked up, meeting his dark gaze. “Best we start, shall we?” she asked, plucking the cloth from the basin and soaping it. She stroked the cloth across his belly, drawing a gasp from Belethor as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. Leaning forward, she captured his already weeping cock between her lips as she continued to drag the cloth up and down his thighs, paying special attention to his inner thighs and his groin.
Belethor tangled his fingers in her hair, thrusting into her mouth as she suckled him deeper inside her. All the while he felt her stroking his thighs and the firm cheeks of his ass with that cloth. Soon all pretense was abandoned as the cloth was dropped back into the basin and Caer’s hands clutched his ass, her mouth wringing throaty moans of pleasure from Belethor as he emptied himself with a roar.
Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 4a)
The sound of footfalls behind her made her pause and she turned to face Belethor, holding the cloth. “I hope you don’t mind—I thought it might be best to clean myself before we slept,” she admitted softly.
Belethor laid the platter of food on the top of one of the clothes chests in his room and stepped towards her, his dark eyes sparkling. “Hmmm…I think I can help you. After all, I did help you get dirty.” He took the cloth from her fingers and dipped it back into the water. Rummaging in the drawer beneath the basin, he pulled out a bar of soap that smelled like moonflowers. Swiping the cloth across the bar of soap, he turned back to Caer. “Ready?” he purred.
Caer nodded and hissed as he softly dragged the soapy cloth over the swells of her breasts, paying special attention to her pinked and peaked nipples. He stepped closer, his lips falling to her throat as he weighed her breasts in his palms, the cloth spreading bubbles across the tender flesh. Satisfied that they were clean, he dipped the cloth back into the basin and rinsed it, before dragging the wet cloth over her breasts, earning another hiss. His lips lowered to her breasts, teasing her nipples with suckling kisses as the again-soapy cloth continued its trek down her ribs to her belly. Stroking her hips and tummy with the cloth in gentle circular strokes, he dipped it teasingly between her thighs. She shuddered as he stroked her intimately with the cloth.
Belethor chuckled as he slid his fingers between her thighs, stroking her to climax as he dipped the cloth back into the basin and started to rinse the soap from her body. “My dear, let’s get you dried off and move this to the bed,” he suggested with a leer.
Caer swallowed. “Belethor,” she whispered, her hand falling to the front of his trousers where his cock pressed insistently against the fabric. “Shall we clean you as well?” she purred.
Belethor watched her for a moment before nodding curtly. His hands moved to the hem of his tunic and he tugged it over his head and dropped it onto the back of a nearby chair. Dropping his hands to his belt, he unfastened it, carefully coiling the leather and setting it on a dresser top. Finally his hands moved to the laces closing his pants and, with all the ceremony of opening a present, carefully opened the laces, his pants falling without the assistance of the laces or his belt. Stepping out of his trousers, he tossed them overtop of his tunic and faced Caer.
Caer gasped, reaching out to grasp his semi-erect cock. Her fingers closed around him and she was amazed at the silky feel of his cock and the heat that radiated into her palm. At his shuddering breath, she looked up, meeting his dark gaze. “Best we start, shall we?” she asked, plucking the cloth from the basin and soaping it. She stroked the cloth across his belly, drawing a gasp from Belethor as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. Leaning forward, she captured his already weeping cock between her lips as she continued to drag the cloth up and down his thighs, paying special attention to his inner thighs and his groin.
Belethor tangled his fingers in her hair, thrusting into her mouth as she suckled him deeper inside her. All the while he felt her stroking his thighs and the firm cheeks of his ass with that cloth. Soon all pretense was abandoned as the cloth was dropped back into the basin and Caer’s hands clutched his ass, her mouth wringing throaty moans of pleasure from Belethor as he emptied himself with a roar.