Chapter 124: Breaking point [R18]

Rylan went still. The request caught him off guard. He stared at her for a second, not quite believing she had said it.

The system chimed immediately in her mind.

[Warning: Allow the other party to rest. Your legs are still recovering]

[Physical contact of this nature is not advised at this time.]

Anaria answered it silently, calm but firm "I’m not doing anything wrong. I only asked my man to bathe me. Stop interrupting. Go."

There was a brief pause, then the system chimed once more.

[Understood. Good luck]

[I remain available if you require assistance.]

After that it fell quiet.

Anaria smiled faintly and looked at Rylan again. His eyes were still moving over her body, like he couldn’t quite stop himself. She stepped closer, closing most of the space between them, and gave a small nod toward herself, reminding him her leg wasn’t fully healed yet. Rylan had no real way to refuse without making things more awkward. He started bathing her, careful and controlled, keeping his movements slow and deliberate while he fought to keep his body under control.

Anaria shifted even nearer as he worked. She let her breasts and the rest of her body press lightly against him. When Rylan leaned in to continue washing her shoulders and back, she felt the hard length of his cock brush against her. The contact was brief but clear. Wetness spread quickly between her legs at the feel of him.

Rylan kept bathing her at first, careful and thorough. Anaria closed her eyes for a moment and let herself enjoy the feel of his hands moving over her skin. The water was cool, his palms warm, and the contrast felt good. She liked it.

But after a while she noticed something. He was avoiding any real contact. Every time his hands came close to her breasts or lower, he shifted them away. He treated her like something fragile, like she might break if he pressed too hard. The careful distance started to bother her more than the earlier restraint had.

She stood up suddenly in the water. Rylan’s hands fell away. He looked up at her, a flicker of worry crossing his face, as if he thought he had done something wrong.

Anaria only smiled.

"Sit," she said.

He sat down without arguing. The water rose to his chest. Anaria stepped in front of him and bent forward, letting her breasts hang freely in front of his face. Rylan’s eyes dropped to them at once. He couldn’t help it. He imagined how soft they would feel in his hands, how they would taste if he put his mouth on them. Heat flooded low in his body. His cock hardened under the water, thankfully hidden from view.

Anaria scooped water in her hands and poured it slowly over his shoulders and chest. Then she began washing him, her palms sliding over the wet fur and muscle. A low, unplanned groan slipped out of Rylan’s throat. She heard it and smirked.

She worked her way from his back around to his front. As she washed his back she made sure her breasts pressed lightly against him with every movement. When she came around to face him again she kept her breasts right in front of his mouth. Rylan closed his eyes, but he could still feel the soft weight of them so close. He was fighting hard to stay still. Anaria noticed and deliberately brought them even closer, brushing the tips against his lips.

He held out for a while longer. Then the last of his control snapped.

Rylan’s hands came up, gripped her waist, and pulled one breast into his mouth. He sucked hard, drawing the nipple in deep. A soft moan left Anaria’s throat at the sudden heat and pressure.

Rylan kept sucking, pulling her closer at the same time. Anaria’s hands came up and gripped his head, holding him against her as he took as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. The strong pull of his lips and the heat of his tongue made her breath catch.

After a while Rylan forced himself to stop. He pulled back, putting a small distance between them again. His breathing was heavier than before.

Anaria only smirked. She went back to bathing him, water running over his shoulders and chest. A thin trail of spit from his mouth still shone on her breast. She looked at him and smiled. Rylan’s face showed a mix of shyness and clear want, but he didn’t speak.

"Stand up," she said. "So I can wash the rest."

He stood. The water fell lower around his thighs. Anaria’s eyes dropped and she saw how hard and thick he was. She swallowed once, then kept going.

She washed his stomach and hips first. Then her hand moved lower, brushing against his cock on purpose. Rylan startled, his whole body tensing.

"Stay calm," she said quietly.

She wrapped her fingers around him and began stroking slowly while she washed. A low groan left Rylan’s throat. Anaria liked the sound. She kept the same steady motion. Another groan escaped him.

That second sound seemed to bring him back to himself. His hands came up and held her wrists.

"Stop," he said, voice rough. "I can’t handle it."

Anaria didn’t let go. She stepped closer instead, still holding the hot, heavy length of him in her hand.

"I don’t want you to hold back," she told him.

Rylan swallowed hard. Part of him wanted exactly what she was offering. Another part kept reminding him she was still recovering and he didn’t want to hurt her. He stayed locked in that fight for a few seconds.

Before he could decide, Anaria rose up on her toes and pressed her mouth to his. The sudden kiss shocked him. At the same time she stroked him again, firmer this time. A moan slipped out against her lips.

She kissed him harder. That was enough. Rylan’s last bit of caution broke. He kissed her back with the same force, one hand sliding into her wet hair while the other settled on her waist. Anaria kissed him just as deeply and kept stroking him under the water.