Ash washed his face and settled himself as he waited for his wife to return. He was surprised when there was a knock at the door and Aisling was outside waiting for him. Ash eyed the guards and gave Aisling his attention. "Yes?"
"My queen is impatient, when can she expect you?"
"Soon. We are making arrangements now and will have a more precise answer shortly." Ash dodged.
Aisling's eyes flashed and Ash knew he was staring down a predator, worse still, a predator sizing up her prey. "See to it that you do. I'd hate to have to disappoint."
"Ambassador," Kamya called as she turned the corner. "What a pleasant surprise. What brings you to our private bedchambers? Was everything to your liking?"
Aisling's eyes shifted to Kamya. She reminded Ash like a cat toying with a half dead mouse. "Not everything." Aisling admitted. "But I'm sure you tried your hardest."
Kamya bristled but kept her face peaceful. "What could we make better for you?"
"Beds. Food. Answers. Gifts. Is there an end to that list?" Aisling reproved. "I'll expect an answer before tomorrow's end, darling nephew." Aisling called over her shoulder as she slunk past Kamya.
Kamya watched her go and felt possessive over her husband suddenly. She took Ash's hand and pulled him in their chambers. "What did she want?"
"She wants an exact answer to when we will be leaving."
"I don't trust it."
"Nor should we."
Kamya gave Ash a gentle kiss and her arms slid around his neck. "Why don't we not think for a while?"
"We have much to discuss."
"We can discuss after. I think we both need some stress relief." Kamya charmed. Kamya turned and pulled Ash's arms around her waist. She pulled her hair over her shoulder and tugged at the laced back of her dress. "Won't you help me?"
"Kamya," Ash protested.
"Shhh, Ash, just trust me." Kamya soothed as she loosened the binding. Kamya brought Ash's gentle fingers to the top of her dress and with a sigh Ash obliged.
"I don't know what you do to me." Ash admitted as his calloused fingers worked the ribbon loose until the dress pooled at Kamya's feet.
"Only the most wonderful things." Kamya promised as she turned to kiss Ash. She backed Ash to the bed and the two tumbled onto the bed in peals of laughter when Ash lost his footing.
Kamya helped Ash pull his tunic over his head. Her eyes and fingers traced the bruising across his chest and ribs. She would be careful not to cause harm. Her lips traced a path from his lips to nibble his earlobes, down the column of his throat and nipped lightly at his collar bones. "Let me help you forget your cares." Kamya breathed.
She took her time in exploring her husband. The spot behind his ear that pulled a gasp here, or the spot on his neck that made him shiver, and the way her tongue could pull moans and gasps from his all too pouty lips. Kamya relished as Ash kissed her and followed her lead. He clumsily kissed his way from her lips to her throat. His eyes were on her as he tentatively kissed lower. "Kiss me," Kamya whispered as Ash teased her nipple. His hands wandered and relished the feel of her supple flesh. He wanted to return the pleasure she's already given him. He followed her lead and let her guide him. Kamya breathed as she pulled gasps, moans, and ragged breathing from her husband. She relished every moment of it. She gave him the intimacy they both would have liked last night. She took her time and enjoyed every exquisite sigh and movement.
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Ash
FantasyAsh Cinder never asked for this life. As a child he'd been happy, but after his mother died and his father remarried. Soon after his father fell ill and died too leaving Ash to his step-mother and step-brothers who stripped him of his birthright a...