Prince of the Celts

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓢𝓲𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷: 𝓐𝓰𝓪𝓹𝓮

☆☆ Not really spicy but they do a bit of making out☆☆

Eerie

Cael was completely enraptured by my home, staring at dusty books on the shelves, Renaissance paintings I collected, and the grandiose furniture I preferred.

"Cael, baby." He turned around to me slowly, his face dusted with red. "Let me run you a bath and get you some fresh clothes." He nodded softly. "Thank you." He whispered, as if he didn't want anyone else to hear it, as if the bones and walls of the home could hear him.

I gave him a spot to place his things and wait for me to start up the jacuzzi bathtub in my room. I grabbed my fluffy towel and put it in the towel heater adjacent to the tub.

"Cael," I called for him. He walked towards the stairs and stood for a second. "C'mere. Let's get you warmed back up, darling." He blushed as red as his hair and ascended the steps one by one, following my voice.

"Eerie, is this your room?" He gaped once more. "Yes. I hope you don't mind."

He shook his head no. "Not at all, Eerie. Actually, I think you're incredibly kind for doing all this."

"It's no problem, baby. Would you like me to join you?"

He turned thermonuclear. "Join?" He squeaked. I hummed and started to pull off my jacket. "Join you in the bath, yes. I also got pretty wet in the rain, and if you don't mind, you can say no Cael, all up to you, I'd like to join. Preserve water."

Preserving water was not my main goal for this, but he didn't need to know that.

"I don't see why not, Eerie." He bit his bottom lip. "Except for the damned three week rule."

"What does having three weeks to settle into the Coalesce have to do with relationships?" I asked, confused.

"Master Zion says I cannot be in any relationship, romantic or sexual, for three weeks."

Strange. No other sub had a three week rule.

"And who would tell him, baby? I won't, will you?" I made my way closer to him and gently stroked my fingers over his soaking shirt and whipped it off of him. My fingers instead found his glorious musculature, running them down each ab.

"Eerie." He moaned softly, a blush overtaking his cheeks. "Yes, Cael? Do my fingers feel good on you?"

He didn't speak, just nodded. "Use your words." I reached up and harshly grabbed at his nipple. He gasped loudly.

"Master," he breathed. 

"Do they?" I twisted it. "Yes!" He cried, his eyes fluttering shut. "They feel so good!"

"Good boy." I patted his side. "Go ahead and finish undressing. The bath is waiting for you."

He seemed astonished that I just walked away after doing that to him. I waited outside the room. "Tell me when you're ready for me to join."

I stood by the door, marveling in the memory of his toned, naked torso. I loved that I was so short in comparison to him -- only reaching his collarbone. I loved that even with my height, I still had full control of the giant. The way he blushes, cries and moans for me.

Fuck, he's gorgeous. I want to be inside him so bad.

But I also want to take him on dates. Show him the world he missed out on, the places he's never been. Cuddle with him on a cold winter day. Marry and start a family.