Author's Note:

So… yeap, it's another horribly cheesy and badly written smut chapter :D This is all awful smut, all of it. There's no proper introspection and no development to the story, so if you're not into this, feel free to skip the entire chapter, you won't miss anything :)

Otherwise… well, enjoy, I guess :D (I honestly still dread posting these :'( )

And happy belated Valentine's Day

Oh and please read the kink warnings at the bottom, if you think you should.

Chapter XCIV – Keeping Warm

* "Well… what are you waiting for?"

Bishop kept leaning on the wall, watching her intently.

"W-what if someone comes in?" Aeyrin blushed fiercely at his constant stare and heat covered her whole body as if on command.

"Way ahead of you, princess," he smirked. He looked around the ground until he located a moldered wooden doorstop. He picked it up and lodged it firmly below the bathing room door. "No one will be able to hear a thing over that racket in the other room. You can relax completely. So start stripping already," he chuckled at her as he took back his position by the wall.

She bit her lower lip and turned her back to him. She wasn't even sure anymore if she did it because she felt scrutinized or because she thought it would tease him more. She kept imagining the look in his eyes as she slowly hooked her hands under her shirt and draped it over her head.

She wasn't certain what he was expecting of her – he's seen her naked a thousand times before. But there was such a strange tension in the air just then. Even this seemed exciting.

She turned to face him slowly and she gave him a demure smile as his eyes lowered towards her breasts with a hungry look.

She turned her back to him again only a second later, bending over to undo her boots. She could almost feel the pleased smirk on his face at the back of her head. She kicked off her boots and straightened up to hook her hands behind the hem of her trousers. She slid them down slowly and bent over again to take them off completely, leaving her only in her smallclothes.

A pleased low growl of approval escaped his lips. She couldn't help but smile to herself at that sound.

She slid her hands under her undergarments a while later and took those off slowly too. She turned around after she straightened up. Her cheeks were flushed from the appraising looks that he was giving her and, while standing completely still, she clasped her hands behind her back to fight the urge to cover herself, waiting for his next instructions.

He didn't say anything for a long time; his eyes merely kept slowly roving over her. Then he inclined his head towards the bathing tub while he still leaned against the wall, watching her.

She stepped back towards the door first and located the pack she left right next to it, trying her hardest to appear casual under his constant scrutiny. She fished around in there for her washrags, soap and the lotion for her hair.

She entered the tub slowly, easing into the scalding water. She tried to look like she wasn't paying any attention to him, since she wasn't really certain what else to do in that moment, but she found herself unable to manage that. She kept constantly looking over at him to see whether he was watching her. That smoldering look on his face made her even more heated than the water.

She started to wash herself slowly while her skin was steadily turning red and overly sensitive from the heat. She kept glancing over to him, as if to see whether he would ask her for something else, but he seemed content to just watch her. For now.

His eyes mapped every inch of her as the soaped up rag glided along her wet body. The sloshing water obstructed his view somewhat, but that would soon be easily rectified. Her pitch-black eyes looked up at him every so often and her face was bright red, the anticipation and the nervous excitement were palpable on it. She didn't say a word the entire time, letting the tension thicken in the small bathing room.

After some time, she placed the lathered washcloth back onto the wooden boards around the tub and smoothed out her wet hair against her scalp. She looked up at him again in anticipation. She kind of expected him to join her by now. He seemed to be ready to pounce on her the entire time. Not that she would complain – she was worked up enough as it was.

She wasn't going to make a move though, or ask him to come to her. She didn't want to ruin the odd anticipation, and she knew all too well that it only made the eventual release better.

"Get out of the water, sit on the edge," he commanded her after another while of incessant scrutiny, his voice was temptingly low and somewhat strained.

She looked at him, a little surprised, and pondered on what he was planning. She obeyed without a word though, determined not to disrupt the dynamic. She had no idea why it excited her so much that she had to do exactly what he said. She knew that she didn't really have to, but still…

She pulled herself up onto the edge of the tub, letting her feet dangle in the hot water. The contrast of temperatures sent goose bumps all over her body.

A roguish smirk decorated Bishop's face as he looked her over up and down several more times. It was beyond her how he could be fine with just looking at her for so long. She knew that she wanted him to go to her already. She wanted him to take her, hard and rough, right there on that bathing room floor.

"Touch yourself," he ordered.

Her eyes went wide at the request and the slowly subsiding blush returned to her face in a second, now even deeper crimson.

"And don't even try to tell me that you've never done that. Not like I'll believe you…" he chuckled while he kept looking at her expectantly.

She bit her lower lip shyly. It wasn't that she's never tried that. But now she was convinced she's been doing something wrong before. It definitely didn't feel the same as it did when he touched her. And it's definitely never been that… effective.

She lowered her eyes, trying hard not to look at him. How was it that he could still make her so nervous even after everything they've done together? She kind of loved that – the tingling clenching feeling in her stomach, the way that all the nerves in her body reacted.

She took a deep breath and slowly ran one of her hands over her collarbone while still avoiding eye contact.

He watched the trepidation in her touch as she moved her hand lower after a while, stroking gently over her own breast and squeezing it mildly on occasion. The remaining drops of the previously hot water still traveled down the tempting curves of her body. He watched several of them disappear in between her breasts when both her hands started to knead them and squeeze them together. Her eyes finally looked up at him and an uncertain nervous expression was etched on her face.

He snuck his hand into the fabric of his clothes and grabbed his own cock, stroking himself at the sight of her. A loud satisfied groan escaped his lips, signaling his approval of her ministrations.

She kept one hand on her breast as her treatment of it got a bit more insistent and excited. Her other hand slowly slid down her belly, moving towards the folds of her wetness.

She slid one of her fingers over her slit, slowly but surely getting more and more caught up in the sensations. She concentrated on the soft touch of her fingers, on the strained grunts that Bishop let out at her every move, on the excited jolts coursing through her when she moved her finger lower, teasing herself over the bundle of nerves between her legs.

She whimpered lightly and started rubbing herself a little faster. Her head tilted back and she closed her eyes as the wetness between her legs stained her fingers.

"Look at me," Bishop grunted. He was palming himself below the fabric of his clothes a little more aggressively now.

She forced herself to lean her head back down and opened her eyes. The look in his own… it made her even more excited. She slid two fingers inside herself, moaning, as she started moving them in and out slowly. She couldn't help but imagine his fingers in her instead – the rough callous of his hands, the force and strength of his motions. Gods, how she wanted him to take her already!

She still held eye contact with him, like he told her to, while she pressed her fingers tighter against her slit, slipping them as deep as she could in her position. A powerful quiver coursed through her when she reached her peak. She moaned loudly again and her eyes closed briefly. Her back arched while Bishop's groans of pleasure became even more frequent.

She withdrew her hand, breathing heavily and watching him for a while as he kept on touching himself.

"Come… here…" he grunted. He had to lean on the wall firmly to steady himself.

She hopped into the water instantly and waded through the tub to get to the small wooden steps leading out of it. It was still scolding hot. How was it always the same temperature? It must have been some magical trick.

Another smirk graced his face while he groaned again. He stopped her before she managed to get out of the water entirely.

"On all fours, sweetness."

The corners of her mouth quirked up involuntarily and she slowed her movements. She lowered her hands down on the floor and started crawling out of the tub towards him.

He withdrew his hand from himself and untangled the fastening of his trousers, watching her, enraptured. Fuck, what a sight. Her eyes looked up at him eagerly when he freed his cock from his trousers. She opened her mouth immediately and enclosed it around the tip of him, sucking in and running the tip of her tongue over it teasingly.

"Hhng… fuck!" he groaned as his knees buckled a bit.

She took him deeper in and folded her legs under herself while her hands ran up his thighs. Her eyes still occasionally darted up to him while her head kept bobbing in and out.

"Deeper," he managed to communicate in between his low moans. She obeyed, taking him deeper into her mouth. Her body jerked a little in recoil when his hard cock hit the back of her throat but she adjusted herself as quickly as she could. She could already feel him twitch and throb intensely inside her. She could tell he was getting close.

She moved one of her hands between his legs and gently cupped his balls. He groaned loudly and threw his head back in response. "Swa- hhng…" he tried to command her again, but the word ended up intelligible, lost in his groaning. She knew what he was going to ask her to do anyway.

She was kind of getting used to this. It was easier when she knew what to expect. She felt him twitch again and braced herself. She withdrew a little but still kept him inside her mouth.

He came inside her with a loud moan and the relief and satisfaction etched all over his face. She did her best to swallow meticulously, but despite her anticipation, she still startled a little and was forced to let some of his seed leak out of her mouth and stain her chin.

He tried to steady his heavy breathing. The sight of her below him with her chest heaving, cheeks flushed bright red and fingers lightly gliding along her face to clean the remains of his seed from her, filled his mind with tons of other fun ideas already.

He sank down to the ground by her side as their mutual loud breathing echoed through the room. She moved closer to him and cuddled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder for a spell. He closed his eyes for a while and enjoyed the feel of her heated body on him as his hand snuck around her back to cup her breast lazily.

A few moments later, he felt her soft lips on the side of his neck and her hand gently teasing over his lower abdomen. She still wanted him inside her. Her body was already impatient for another release.

He chuckled at her eagerness and squeezed her breast firmly, playing with her hard nipple. "Are you up for another round already, princess?"

"Are you?" she giggled while she moved her hand between his legs and let her fingers encircle his spent cock.

He grunted at her touch again and gave her a pleased smirk: "You go on like this, it won't take long."

They cuddled together for a while longer then until their lazy touches gradually turned more and more insistent and frantic.

Soon enough, Aeyrin removed the rest of Bishop's clothing and they both ended up rolling over the wooden planks around the tub in a tight embrace. Their lips never left one another and their hands constantly explored each other thoroughly.

Bishop's fingers entered her wetness, thrusting in roughly while his thumb rubbed over her clit. Gods, how she needed that! It felt so different when he did it.

She writhed under his touch, but he didn't let her enjoy it for long. After a while, he disentangled himself from her and stood up abruptly. His hungry eyes roamed over her body which was still splayed down on the ground.

He outstretched his hand towards her and yanked her up when she took it, leaving her to collide with his form with a surprised yelp.

His hands landed on her buttocks with a loud slap, eliciting another yelp from her. He snickered at her and bent down slightly to move his hands lower over her upper thighs. She instinctively jumped into his grip and wrapped her legs around his waist firmly. His cock was already hard again, poking teasingly between her legs.

Their lips met again in a passionate kiss. His tongue probed her mouth deeply while he took a few long strides across the small room, carrying her towards the back wall. Soon enough, he pressed her against it firmly and readjusted her in his grip.

The cold stone of the wall sent shivers across her spine, making her arch her back in surprise. He didn't waste any time and let the tip of his cock enter her eager wetness. She let out a loud moan at the contact; the need was palpable in her face.

But he didn't move further. His strong grip on her legs did not allow her any initiative either.

"Say it, princess," he grinned, whispering in her ear. His tongue teasingly ran over her neck a second later.

Well… she was still supposed to do what he said. And she really needed him.

"Please, fuck me," she bit her lower lip. She didn't get why he was so intent on this. She always got so embarrassed by talking like that. She did enjoy the incessant teasing though, no matter how frustrating it was. And the sound of his voice when he commanded her like that… Divines, how she loved that.

He thrusted up inside her deeply as her own arousal allowed him to slip in fully with ease. She moaned out loudly while her walls clenched around him in a tight grip. Her body was quivering constantly under his hard thrusts. He kept his hands on her thighs, digging his fingers into her skin. She felt like she needed to grab something for support and entangled one of her hands in his hair with a firm grip. The other hand dug into his back and her fingernails started to scratch into his skin involuntarily when he hit the perfect spot deep inside her, making her cry out with each powerful thrust.

It didn't take long for her to arch her back again and she dug her nails deeper, moaning in ecstasy.

Bishop sped up his movements, thrusting into her wildly, while he kept grunting with both effort and excitement.

She clenched around him as her whole body pulsated uncontrollably. He bit into her neck while his cock was buried deep inside her, and exploded with another loud grunt that sent warm air against her skin. Her feet heavily hit the ground when he let go of her. They both collapsed onto each other instantly and tried to support their collective weight, breathing unevenly.

They turned back to the lazy touches again. He stroked through her hair with a satisfied smile on his face while his other hand gently rubbed over her backside. His back sort of burned – her nails must have left some marks. Not that he minded. Just the thought of how passionate she got there was making him eager to continue their exploits even longer. He was pretty sure that he still had it in him to prolong their evening.

Especially with the way her breasts pressed firmly against his torso while her hands roamed over his back slowly.

It took some time but, after a while, she could feel him gradually harden again against her wandering hands. This was turning out to be a really memorable night. Not that every night they spent together wasn't rather memorable, but this…

She already felt some exhaustion creep into her body, but she wouldn't let that get in the way. She wasn't ready for it to end yet.

He turned her around and pressed her body against the wall, eliciting a surprised gasp from her when her breasts flattened against the cold stone.

She felt him on her back, his lips right by her ear and his hot breath tickling her tantalizingly. His hands ran over her shoulders and arms and his teeth nipped into her neck, gradually working their way up to her ear again.

"Sweetness…" he breathed out against her, "you up for something new?"

She could almost feel the wicked smirk splayed over his face. She wasn't sure what he was planning and her mind was swirling with various thoughts on what he could mean. She nodded with a low moan when she felt his hand slide down her back, across her buttocks and lower, between her legs. His fingers teased her gently while she spread them apart a bit more to give him better access.

His digits entered her briefly, making a few deep thrusts inside her wet tunnel, before he withdrew from her. He started to rub them over her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body again, before he moved his thumb over her puckered hole and pressed against it gently. It was a strange feeling when he first did that, but she got used to it rather quickly. The odd sensation was now quite enjoyable.

He groaned and leaned against the side of her face again. She felt the tip of his tongue probe her ear, eliciting a high-pitched gasp from her, before he spoke again. "Stay right here, princess. Don't look," he rumbled in a low voice and, a second later, the heat of his body left her back.

She waged an internal battle between her curiosity and her desire to revel in the anticipation. In the end, she obeyed again and left her eyes firmly planted on the stone wall. Her body was still pressed against it and her legs were spread apart. She felt oddly exposed like that, but she was not going to move.

She felt him behind her again only a little while later, his breath right back on her ear.

"Tell me if it's too much, alright?" his voice was surprisingly gentle.

Now she was really interested in what he was planning.

She felt his fingers between her legs again but, this time, there was something very cold and slick on them. What was that? He ran them through her slit, teasing at the entrance to her wetness for a little while.

After a bit he moved higher again, rubbing the odd substance around her other hole.

His wetted finger pressed firmly against her there, slowly entering her. She let out a loud gasp and a groan and clenched around him instantly. If she thought that the teasing felt strange before, this was on a whole new level. It made her feel so full… but it definitely didn't feel bad.

The knuckle of his finger ran over her skin while the rest of it probed inside her, eliciting soft whimpers from her.

Bishop still felt her clench him so tightly. Fuck, he wanted to be inside her so bad. She needed to relax a little first though. He started to languidly kiss her on the side of her neck, wiggling his finger inside her and pressing it deeper in. She let out another groan. He wasn't really sure yet whether she was enjoying this but she didn't tell him to stop. Not like she wouldn't, if she actually didn't like it, regardless of any bets they've made.

He continued his ministrations for a while until he slowly felt her relax around him. Her groans were starting to even sound a lot more excited. He pressed another finger inside her, earning a stammered gasp from her. Her hand was splayed on the stone wall, grasping and pressing into it as if she was trying to grip it firmly to steady herself.

"You want me to stop, sweetness?" he whispered in her ear again, although he suspected that he knew the answer already. Her body was writhing incessantly and she seemed to be pressing the side of her face against the cold stone harder in her strained movements.

"No!" she yelped out as he barely managed to finish the question. The eagerness seemed to surprise even her.

He kept thrusting his fingers tantalizingly slowly in and out of her while the sensations turned more and more pleasurable. She was slick all over from the unidentified substance he rubbed into her, allowing him to quicken his movements inside her easily.

His hard cock kept poking into her skin from behind whenever he moved. It was obvious that he was already in need, but so was she. His fingers inside her started to spread her apart slowly, occasionally sending a sting of mild pain through her.

It didn't really hinder her excitement though, although she was starting to wonder how far he was intending to take this kind of play. She was pretty sure she couldn't take him in like that…

Not that she wasn't… a little curious if that was actually true…

His other hand snaked around her waist and lowered towards her slit instantly, teasing her again. A loud moan escaped her in response. It felt like it was impossible for her body to heat up any more. She gasped under every single one of his movements. His fingers were rubbing over her slit incessantly while he still kept spreading her apart, curling his fingers inside her on occasion.

After a while of that treatment, she felt him shift. Both trepidation and curious excitement coursed through her when his hand moved from her slit to her backside. He held her spread out for him and pressed the head of his cock against her puckered entrance.

She held her breath, waiting for him to continue. She considered for a brief second if she should tell him to stop, but she dismissed that thought soon enough. She was already too worked up to be able to.

"You alright, sweetness? It might hurt a bit…" his voice was gentle and caring again and he planted a rather chaste brief kiss at the side of her neck.

She nodded at him once more, determined to let her curiosity win over any previous concerns.

He started to push himself inside her firmly as a somewhat uncomfortable pressure spread through her entire lower half.

A sting of pain ran through her when he pressed past her ring and the head of his cock embedded itself inside her. She cried out and clenched around him involuntarily. All her muscles tautened and small tears sprang into her eyes automatically.

He placed a soothing kiss into the hair on the back of her head and instantly returned his hand to tease her between her legs with renewed purpose. The pleasurable sensations started to gradually win over any initial discomfort.

A while later, she started to gasp and moan in excitement again. It was much easier than she thought to get used to the new sensations.

Bishop took the opportunity to push further inside her, filling her up intensely. She groaned again. She felt so… stuffed. But it barely hurt anymore. The teasing was definitely distracting her from any unpleasant sensations she felt, replacing them with the familiar buildup steadily. She was kind of starting to want him to thrust into her, eager to move on to the more frantic and overwhelming treatment of their bodies. She was sure she could handle it now.

She turned her head back slightly and looked at him. He gave her a rather concerned questioning look but she only nodded in response.

With a pleased smirk he pressed further into her, burying his entire length inside as she let out a loud cry. She pressed the palms of her hands firmly against the stone wall and braced herself for his thrusts while he kept rubbing over her eager nub, sending jolts of electricity though her.

He started slowly, gradually making her more and more accustomed to the feelings, until his movements turned faster and harder.

She let out a moan with every thrust – she was starting to feel something so arousing about all this. It got a little uncomfortable, at times, but not enough to dampen her excitement. The feel of his fingers teasing her clit, his deep low satisfied grunts ringing in her ears, his movements pushing her more and more firmly against the wall and the feeling of him filling her so intensely, it all made her heart race at an insane rate.

Soon enough, she felt like she could barely stand. Her legs were hopelessly weak. His teasing got more aggressive with each second, bringing her over the edge. A powerful shock went through her and she felt her whole body clench as her back arched and the side of her head pressed hard against the cold stone.

Fuck, that did it. She tightened herself around him so firmly that he felt himself explode in an instant, letting out a long moan right by her ear.

Aeyrin mewled under him weakly. Her legs were now definitely unable to hold her up. His arms wrapped around her stomach as if he knew that she couldn't support herself any longer, and he squeezed her to himself tightly. His cock was still buried inside her as the last vestiges of their climax ebbed away.

He finally slipped out of her and she practically collapsed against him. He didn't seem any more ready to hold the both of them up though.

They ended up sitting on the floor with their heaving bodies curled up and entangled with each other.

"Fuck… that was fucking amazing, princess…" he chuckled weakly and clutched her close to him. She smiled at him in turn when he looked at her and studied her face curiously. "You liked that?" he smirked, letting his fingers brush her hair from her face gently.

"Y-yeah…" she blushed before she bit her lower lip. He looked really pleased with that answer. "I don't think I can walk though…" she giggled slightly.

He laughed and pressed a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'm sure we'll manage to get out of here somehow… eventually."

* Kink warning: obeying commands (consensual), anal sex