Fanfiction 1st attempt EVER! How exciting. Pairing: Aelin and Rowan. I thought this would be an interesting one as our fandom is heavily lacking on smut. If you want, you can leave a review. hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the 'Throne of Glass' series by Sarah J Maas, or any of the characters that reside in it. Get ready for Zee Sexy times.
Exhausted after a long day in the woods with Rowan, Aelin struggled to lower herself into the bath. Her long, now very lean, legs seared with pain as they supported her weight, her arms trembling as they bent to stabilise her entry. Deciding she was close enough now, Aelin let her hands loosen their grip on the tub, sending her flopping with a plop into the water.
The vanilla scented of the water rose into the air as she moved the water and soothed her aching muscles as it encompassed them with warmth. Aelin was practiced in obtaining the exact right temperature for her bath water and the heat lapped across her legs as she swished them in and out. Submersing her bare upper half deeper into the water allowed her legs to come to rest on the side of the tub as she spread her arms over the sides of the tub, replaying her day in her mind.
As always, Rowan had tortured her into turning into her fae form, then, also as always, ridiculed her when it took her several unsuccessful attempts before she transformed. Aelin had to admit that she loved the feeling of strength and power of being fae. She loved the speed and the feline agility, but, most of all, her heightened senses. Swiftly sprinting through the pine trees, Aelin never failed to enjoy the nature bustling around her. She loved the companionship of Rowan running beside her, his scent occasionally catching on a breeze that floated in her direction.
Aelin opened her eyes at that thought and, though she didn't realise it, a blush spread across her cheeks. Rowan was not an unventured thought in Aelin's mind. It would be sinful to deny that she had thought of him in a less than innocent manner, because she had and she would continue to. How could she not? Prince Rowan's ethereal warrior beauty was not something to be ignored. However unpractised he was in the art of being a civil person was balanced out by the fact, that in Aelin's fantasies, he was a sex-god.
Burying that thought in her mind, Aelin allowed her slender fingers to traced down the valley of her breast, tickling the water over her sternum. Her hand slid gracefully over her stomach and curved over the bend of her hip, reaching back and gently squeezing her right bum-cheek. She began to knead at the soft flesh there. These last few weeks, she'd become accustomed to pleasuring herself in the bath, as she shared a bed with Rowan and he showed no interest in her. Anyway, she had not yet heard Rowan return from wherever he was, so this was the perfect time to treat herself to some self-love. Removing her hand from where it was previously placed, she hastily tied her hair up into a messy top-knot, trying as quickly as she could to return to her fun.
She closed her eyes as her palms wandered down to her ample breasts circling them, tempting her nipples, and never quite touching them. She felt her core swell and her nipples start to ache for pleasure. Aelin imagined a pair of hands, Rowan's calloused hands over her chest, rolling her buds in-between his rough fingertips. She imagined his rippling shoulders, fantasised about holding onto his arms as he pleasured her. Her own hand slipped further down and found its way easily to the apex of the thigh. Turning herself on by running her fingers through her own bush, she let out a gasp as her palm moulded against her sex. Her pelvis jerked to meet her own touch, searching for release. She fingered her entrance, navigating her folds and, finally giving in, found her way to that glorious bundle of nerves, getting off at her own touch. Matching her pulsing heartbeat, Aelin's breaths became shallower, picking up pace as she furiously rubbed at her nub, all the while thinking of Rowan, and desperate for release. Her other hand kneaded her breast as her mind wandered. She pictured Rowan's delicious body on top of her, loving her. Her legs started to twitch and her bum cheeks started to tense as she felt herself rising closer to her undoing. After a few minutes of stimulation, she stopped breathing as she increased her pace. She knew she was so close. The hand that was previously on her breast swung up to cover her face and her orgasm hit her with a guttural moan. The muscles from her ribs to her toes convulsing as she milked her climax, arching her back uncontrollably as wave after wave hit her. Her legs splashed back into the water as she was tipped over the edge again and again…
After such intensity, she was glad it was over, yet she wanted for more. Unsatisfied, a shadow of arousal swirled at her crotch. Her breathing was wild at this point and she allowed herself to calm down before removing her arm and sitting up in the tub, hunched to catch her breath. Sweat glistened on her forehead. She turned to find a towel, before exiting the bath.
Aelin flinched as she saw a broad figure standing in the doorway and audibly cursed herself for not locking the door. With her senses overloaded, she had not noticed anyone standing there. She said nothing as the steam rose around her. After a few long moments, the man tucked a strand of silver hair behind his ears, looking somewhat dishevelled. He then smirked at Aelin, turned, breaking the eye contact, and strode back into the bedroom. He closed the door tightly behind him.
