My Futanari Lover!

14-VI

"I believe... I should do the same," he grabbed the ties around his waist, "offering my body to you, that is."

His body...? Before she could process that, her body flared up with even more arousal. Gallanthyde had a fairly broad frame. In his dark Executor armor, only his muscular arms and capped shoulders were visible. On multiple occasions, she fantasized about what he would look like without it. She wouldn't have to wait long for it to be a reality soon.

Gallanthyde pulled his robe apart, the fabric seductively slipping down his shoulders. And God, his body surpassed her wildest imaginations. He was truly broad with well-defined shoulders and arms. A finely sculpted chest. Abs so hard it was his natural armor. His destructive frame easily towered over hers. It left her breathless, made her feel submissive in his presence.

A body befitting of a God–one she would love to worship. Her cock throbbed and grew harder with excitement, happily drinking in the sight of her husband. Precum started dripping down her entire length.

His bathrobe fell completely and let his erection free into her eyes. His was also standing at attention, just as excited to see his wife. Her stomach clenched tightly as her eyes laid on his cock, craving for it to take her.

"I'm happy that my body can... excite you." Alessandra smiled timidly.

"... I am standing in front of a Goddess, after all." Gallanthyde averted his eyes, flustered.

Alessandra dropped her legs into the hot springs and stood in front of him. Standing closer, she noticed scars and battle wounds scattered all over his body. Most prominently, two scars crossed into each other on the side of his abdomen and formed an X.

"May I... touch you, Glyde?" She raised her hand to which he simply nodded.

She drew her hand to his chest, feeling the firmness of his battle-hardened skin. The mere touch nearly made him jolt with pleasure. Her fingers were slender, so delicate to his senses. Her fingers shifted down, tracing the curves of his muscles, carefully gliding around his scars until they stopped at the X.

"Were these wounds from your...?" She asked softly.

"I can hardly remember." He sighed deeply. "It's... been a long time."

Her eyes studied every single scar on his skin. It made her sad, knowing he had to go through this alone. It seemed he didn't care for his wounds.

"My skin... is unlike yours." He caressed her cheek. "Mine is battered. Yours is beautiful to look at."

"I've never gone through the tragedies of war." She gently rubbed her fingers around his X scar. "Your scars have many stories to tell... and I think that's beautiful by itself. My skin is mundane in that regard."

"... Is that so." He chuckled lightly. He wasn't one to really care about his skin. Not like it mattered in his line of work. But hearing her words, maybe he could find appreciation in his scars. Maybe acknowledging there's nothing wrong with bearing these scars.

Her eyes traveled down, staring at his erection. Standing close to him, she could feel the intense heat emanating from it. It brought her joy to know he was very aroused. She gingerly wrapped her fingers around his cock–

"Mnnngh..." A moan escaped his throat. The slightest touch of her finger sent electrical jolts throughout his body. His cock pulsed within her grip. "Alex..."

"It feels excited in my hand." Her slender fingers rubbed up and down his length. Its skin was far rougher than her own and its shape was slightly thicker. She looked up, gazing into his eyes. "Do you... want to feel how excited I am?"