"You summoned me?" she stammered.
His back was to her.
They were in a luxurious room, perhaps the size of her house back at the village. Every room in Endymion's castle was huge. The layout itself was like a maze.
When the servant girls had shown her her room, she was impressed. But she'd only had time to look around and touch the velvet purple bedsheets, not even having had time to rest, when they told her to follow her to Endymion's quarters.
Her heart was pounding fast.
Was this the time? Was he going to...
But this wasn't his bedchambers. It was a room for bathing, a luxurious room with tall ceilings and a large white porcelain tub in the middle, overflowing where the water flowed down through the compartments surrounding the tub.
"I've had a long day," he explained, "Partly from pleasuring you."
Her face was red but he could not see, his head still facing around from her.
"Now you'll return the favor..." he said, and her breath hitched.
She walked closer, careful not to trip on her thin gown.
He had his arms sprawled across the width of the tub.
"Have you given a massage before?" he asked.
She shook her head, then realized he could not see her. "No."
He turned around finally, a playful smirk on his face.
"This relationship of yours really was not much of one, huh?"
She frowned at him, "We were-"
"Just your hands on my shoulders," he interrupted.
She went to him, standing behind him. She knelt on to the soft carpet behind the majestic tub. Hesitating, she put her hands gently on his naked shoulders, finding the muscles hard and firm beneath her fingertips.
She tried to knead the rockhard muscle with her palms.
He groaned encouragingly.
"Yes," he said, "Like that."
She applied soft pressure, feeling her blush grow as she touched his wet, solid muscles. He truly was a man in his prime - athletic, powerful... big.
"Good," he groaned, "More..."
She put a little more force as she worked down his shoulder to his biceps, then to his thick forearms before working on the other.
"You're good at that, Serenity," he said.
Encouraged, she worked his upper musculature, unable to keep her mouth from drying as she stared at the very picture of masculinity in front of her.
He stood up abruptly, and she looked down his body, seeing the narrow waist and the strong buttocks. She turned away.
"Now my legs."
He got up out of the tub and climbed on to a large raised cot next to it, his body still dripping. It must have been specially made for him given his size.
She walked over quietly towards his feet.
She tried not to look at the intrusive organ in front of her, focusing instead on his legs. But she couldn't help seeing the jutting manhood, his hugeness proud and erect.
She put her small hands on his shins and began to move them up and down his legs, working through the knots in his muscles.
He growled, "Serenity..."
She massaged his legs for a few minutes. Then she felt his hands grab on to her wrists suddenly.
"Now massage my cock," he said.
She blushed.
"Endymion..."
Hesitant, she made herself obey. This was the deal. She had agreed to this for a reason. For Benjamin. For her village.
She put her small hands around the base, appreciating the girth while she blushed harder.
She gently moved her hand up and down the large organ, marveling at its combination of soft outside and rigid inside. Her heart raced again at the thought of this massiveness being inside her. She could not imagine the pain.
"Good," he groaned, "Good, Serenity."
It was another couple of minutes before she felt his hands on her wrists again, telling her to stop.
Then she felt his hands on her cheeks, and then gently cup the sides of her face.
And she knew what he wanted.
Gently, he guided her head over his groin and then pushed her down. She groaned around the organ, learning from the last time what he wanted.
"Last time you passed out," he said harshly, but a levity in his voice, "This time I intend to finish."
She moaned around him - it was intoxicating. He tasted salty, virile, smoky. He smelled like a man.
His hands left her face and held on to her bunheads instead, using them to manipulate her head over his cock. She tried to suck on him, even if she could fit a fraction of his length inside her. But he was pushing further into her, forcing her head a little lower each time. He started thrusting upwards too, making an impact each time with her throat while she mewled.
He was starting to pant.
Something she had not seen in him before, a build, a crescendo to something.
He was rougher, his hands on her buns tight as he forced her head down on to his manhood over and over again. She tried to breathe through it, let him use her while he launched his cock faster and harder past her lips each time until-
He let out a loud growl as she felt something hot coat the insides of her throat. Panicking, she tried to pull away but he held her head tightly but gently in place, his legs jerking beneath her as he gasped, coming in spurts. She felt his hot seed coat every surface of her mouth.
She finally pulled away, sputtering.
His breath was ragged, his cock spent.
"Good job..." he panted, "Serenity..."
She was gasping for breath, swallowing what she could of his copious semen.
Later, after he'd made her clean his cock with her tongue, she sat tiredly on the floor of the luxurious room.
"Are you upset I didn't get you off?"
He stood next to her, using a towel to dry himself.
"Endymion..." she said, "Please... don't say that."
"I want you to stay hot and wet," he explained matter-of-factly, "I want you need me. To want me. To ache for me."
She turned away from him.
"I have things to attend to now, but tonight-"
He cupped her face and turned her back to look at up at him.
"Tonight I'm going to things to you you can't even imagine."
She gasped, her eyes wide as she looked at his intense and wolfish gaze.
"And you'll beg me for it again, and again, and again."
With that, he left the room.
She stared after him.
Tonight...