Her voice rang in Artero's mind. A lust was overpowering the young prince.
He felt himself get excited.
"N-no… of course not, why would I do that?"
His throat was suddenly excruciatingly dry.
This made Gwyn chuckle at his innocence. She pulled him closer.
~Don't make a lady ask, Artero.~
"Would you… Want me to wash your hair?"
~Yes, but… You don't want to get your clothes wet, now do you? Maybe unbutton your clothing.~
A soft suggestion with a hidden agenda.
"O-of course…"
His hands shook as he undid each button, and when he reached the final one, another one of Gwyn's thoughts invaded his mind.
~Well. Since you have all of them undone, why not just take it off?~
"Yes… That makes sense."
It didn't. He had no idea why he was doing this.
He removed his doublet and undershirt, revealing his muscular abdomen and toned chest.
Gwyn snuck a peek and smiled to herself.
"A-anything else?"
~Nothing for now.~
Gwyn sat with herself propped up against the tub, waiting to be pampered. She was having a bit of déjà vu. She now had both royals in the same bathroom, just at different times. She couldn't help but compare them, noting how they reacted to her presence.
It was nice to have a little control in the situation.
Artero searched a nearby shelf for the perfect shampoo among the numerous options. Truthfully, he was delaying this situation as long as he could. Trying to calm himself down. As the seconds ticked by, his excitement escalated. He could almost feel Gwyn's impatience, making him more nervous.
He grabbed the most feminine-looking bottle. He walked awkwardly as his pants were suddenly disagreeing with him.
~Everything alright over there?~ Gwyn taunted.
He now stood behind her. Gwyn could feel his desire. His wanting.
The Kosmairian Prince used a nearby shallow dish and dipped it in the tub, filling it with water.
"I'm going to wet your hair now."
The gulp that followed his words was apparent and tempting.
Gwyn nodded and undid her bun, and he did as he said.
The water was still at the perfect temperature, and she could feel the knots in her hair loosening as it came into contact with the water.
With a gentle hand, he lathered soap through her hair. His fingers were even better than Elise's—practiced and firm in all the right places.
~I wish he would tear me apart.~
Gwyn thought as he massaged her scalp.
Artero, in his surprise, accidentally gave her hair a slight tug, and Gwyn moaned reflexively. Her hands shot to her mouth.
"S-sorry," Gwyn said, her face flushed.
"I-it's fine."
He lied.
The thought was implanted in his brain. Tear her apart. He shook his head. He tried to remain calm. The thing raging within his pants knew exactly where this situation was heading. Artero then stood. He lowered his hands as he began massaging her neck and shoulders.
Gwyn had to resist the urge to moan. He pressed every sensitive spot, and she crumbled under his touch.
"How does that feel?"
The intrusive thoughts buried his nervousness, and his tone was seductive. He leaned close to her, pressing his lips against the base of her neck.
Gwyn leaned into his kiss.
"It feels… really good."
It was hard for her to speak.
~God, I want him to touch me everywhere.~
Gwyn was now unintentionally sending messages to Artero through the link. She hadn't realized it in her passion-filled stupor, but she wouldn't mind the end result.
Artero paused at the thought that he wasn't sure if Gwyn wanted to be heard. Pressure built against the front of his pants. He glanced down, and Gwyn's chest was revealed through the thin veil of bubbles. He wanted to grab her bare chest.
He leaned down and wrapped his muscular hands around her body. Touching her breasts. The silken water made the action smoother than usual. He played with her nipples. She felt so small compared to him. He kissed her neck, and she leaned further into him, moaning with pleasure.
He wanted to do more. His body screamed at him to do so.
He then stopped and rinsed her hair. Gwyn looked up, disappointment mixed with her relaxation.
"I think…"
He tried to think of something to say, but his insatiable desire was distracting him. He could barely stop himself. All he could think of was how he wanted to fuck the Chosen One, here and now.
"What are you thinking?"
Curiousness on her every word.
"I think it may be best if I depart. I do have business I have to attend to soon."
Another lie, he had nowhere to be.
Artero looked anywhere but at Gwyn. He didn't know whether this was taking advantage of her because of his higher status, his wealth, or the fact that she only lived here because of his tactical generosity. He wanted to get to know her better, but it was hard to remain composed in this situation.
Gwyn pouted, stood up, and left the tub. Artero averted his eyes.
The sound of a splash caused his head to turn slightly. His doublet floated at the surface of the tub for a moment before becoming waterlogged and sinking to the bottom of the tub.
"Oops."
Gwyn didn't look sorry.
Artero just looked at the young woman, confused. Some residual bubbles remained on her skin. But he could see her in her entirety. He loved what he saw, but did not want to make his desire known for her sake.
She slowly approached him and put a hand to his chest.
"Someone as hot as you shouldn't be so nervous."
She traced her hand down his chest, and when she reached his belly button, he tried backing away.
"I don't know if you want this, Gwynevere. We just met, I could be taking advantage of you after all, and—"
She grabbed his hand and raised it to her chest. She pressed him firmly against her.
"Oh no!" A devious smile crossed her lips. "How did that get there?"
Artero felt the softness of her breasts. She was now permitting him to touch her. Something overcame him earlier, and he tried to bury that desire.
He'd seen her breasts a few times when they were training, through the thinly veiled fabric. But now they were within his grasp, and his hand cupped around them perfectly. He's been wanting to do this. He's wanted, no... needed to kiss her. Tear her apart.
His body screamed at him to do so, but he knew, he knew deep down that this was wrong.
"Gwynevere..."
His hand slightly tightened under her breast. It didn't matter what his mind thought; his body had already made the decision.
~I want you to fuck me, Artero.~
Gwyn's message, delivered through the link, rang through his mind like church bells.
As if to approve of this new knowledge, his cock throbbed in his pants, pressing firmly against the fabric, further stimulating him. She looked into his amber eyes with desire.
He stared back, feeling the hunger consume him—his hunger for Gwynevere Grim.