Sword Crossed Lovers

A Night of Ecstasy

Slowly, Tybalt overlooks the maiden's body before him.  Womanly hips, a beautiful curve in her form, luscious breasts, and a fragile neck.  Something about her neck keeps the Cat's eyes.  The weakness about them makes his body scream, perhaps our of pleasure and also something more.  He feels his grip tighten on the sides of the tub.  He breathes in sharply but holds his gaze on her form before him.

"Is something wrong, Capulet Prince?" groans the woman, her lips remaining parted after she spoke.  Her eyes draw the man in more, letting his gaze wander where his mind wishes to.  Almost pleading with him, she catches his gaze and holds his eyes to hers.  "Perhaps, feeling a little temptation?" she moans, bringing a finger to her lips innocently.  Tybalt breathes in sharply once more but hides his shock from her.  "What is temptation to the Devil, fair lady?" he gruffly replies.  He catches her eyes fall downcast for a moment as she lets herself think.

Suddenly she looks up again and leans in close to him, her hands on the side of the tub.  Locked in a lustful gaze, the two stare deeply into each other's eyes.  The woman searches into Tybalt but he reveals nothing.  His eyes had been dead for many years, yet she does not recoil.  She stares right back, a similar emptiness radiating back at him.  Tybalt feels the corner of his lips turn upwards slightly.
"The same breed of temptation which Eve befell," the woman remarks, her eyes dauntingly reflecting Tybalt's desire.  Growing like a fire, he reaches up and meets her lips with his own.  He feels her inhale sharply and he welcomes the same gesture.

The woman kneels down beside the tub, feeling the cold stone pressing against her even under all of her clothes.  She feeds off his heat, the water presumingly warming his nakedness to a comfortable level.

Tybalt pulls away first, his eyes testing hers, yet he finds an equally strong gaze meeting him back.  Fiery and willing, she kisses him again, her arms restrained almost to the tub, her nails digging into the stone.  Tybalt snakes his arm to her neck and unlaces the tie to her over-cloak.  With a fleeting swish it falls to the stone floor.

The two give in to each other, pressing harder and harder into each of their sides of the bath.  Tybalt no longer feels the scolding heat of the water and the woman no longer senses the ominous air from her partner.  Sensing the energy mounting, she gracefully removes her right hand from the stone.  She moves it through the air and dips her fingers into the water of his bath.  Tybalt senses the water move but she removes her hand.

Then he feels the water dripping from her fingertips against his skin.  The heat from the water sparks his flesh, sending shivers down his spine.  He groans and leans against the stone harder, kissing her with an urgency now.

The woman feels Tybalt's arms outstretch and wrap around her waist, pulling her upper body against him.  She lets herself give in and he groans welcomingly.  Rewarding his good behavior, she digs her nails deep into the flesh of his naked back, causing him to squirm.  He feels himself smile and he tugs against her bottom lip with his teeth.  She groans in response and he nibbles harder.