I hope y'all enjoy this chapter.
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WARNING *R18* AHEAD this whole chapter is just that. Go skip to next chapter if you dont want to read.
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Chapter 65 apologies **R18**
Prinz tugged him toward the bathroom, her golden eyes glinting with playful intent. "You need a shower. And you're going to make it up to me for making me worry, dear."
The moment the door clicked shut behind them, the teasing smirk on her face softened into something warmer, more expectant. Steam began to rise as hot water cascaded from the large showerhead, filling the spacious marble room with a gentle mist.
Varion didn't waste time. He turned her gently but firmly, pressing her back against the cool tile wall as the warm spray soaked them both. Water streamed down her long silver-white hair, making the single bright red streak stand out even more vividly against her pale, flawless skin. Droplets traced shining paths over her shoulders, the swell of her heavy breasts, and down the curve of her hips.
"I'm sorry for worrying you," he murmured, voice low and rough from the lingering emotions of the dream. His hands slid down her sides, gripping her waist as he leaned in to kiss her deeply. "Let me make it up to you."
Prinz shivered under his touch, a soft, delighted sound escaping her as his mouth claimed hers. She kissed him back just as hungrily, but she let him lead — exactly as he wanted. Her pale skin flushed a delicate pink where his fingers pressed, the contrast was beautiful against her skin.
Varion dropped to his knees in front of her, water pouring over his shoulders. He looked up at her, emerald eyes intense, and slowly spread her thighs. Prinz's breath hitched as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue finding her slick folds with deliberate, hungry strokes. He licked and sucked with focused intent, one hand gripping her ass to hold her steady while the other slid up to tease her clit. The wet sounds of his mouth mixed with the steady spray of the shower.
"Ah— Varion…" Prinz moaned, one hand tangling in his crimson hair, the other braced against the tile. Her pale thighs trembled beside his head. He didn't stop, working her with long, firm licks until her hips were rocking against his face and her voice cracked into desperate little whimpers.
When she came the first time, her back arched hard against the wall, a sharp cry echoing in the steamy room. Varion held her through it, licking her gently as she shuddered, then rose to his feet and kissed her.
He turned her around, pressing her front against the tile. Prinz braced her hands on the wall, pushing her ass back toward him invitingly. Water cascaded down her back, highlighting every curve of her pale body.
Varion gripped her hips then pushed into her slowly at first, savoring the tight, wet heat. Prinz moaned loudly, pushing back to take him deeper. Once fully seated, he began to thrust, deep, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce against the tile with every impact. His hands roamed her body, one sliding up to cup and squeeze a heavy breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, while the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave faint marks on her pale skin.
"You feel so good," he growled against her ear, biting gently at the junction of her neck and shoulder. "So perfect for me."
Prinz's only response was a broken moan, her body rocking back to meet every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the shower along with the sound of running water. He picked up the pace, fucking her harder, one hand sliding down to rub tight circles over her clit. She came again with a sharp cry, her walls clenching around him so tightly he had to grit his teeth to hold back.
Varion pulled out, turned her around, and lifted her easily. Prinz wrapped her legs around his waist as he pinned her against the wall and slid back inside her in one smooth thrust. This position let him look into her eyes as he fucked her, water streaming down both their faces.
He took his time now, deep and deliberate, grinding against her with every stroke. Prinz's arms were wrapped around his neck, her breasts pressed tight against his chest. She kissed him messily, moaning into his mouth with every thrust.
"Varion… harder," she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. "Ple-ase—"
He gave her what she wanted. His hips snapped forward, driving into her with powerful, relentless strokes. The wet sounds grew louder, more obscene. Prinz's head fell back against the tile, mouth open in a silent cry as she came a third time, her whole body shuddering in his arms.
Only then did Varion let himself go. With a low groan he buried himself deep and came hard. He kept thrusting through it, riding out every wave until they were both trembling.
He stoped and leaned his head against hers just enjoying the moment. They stayed like that for a long moment, water still pouring over them, foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath. Prinz's pale skin was flushed all over, the bright red streak in her hair standing out like a vivid flame against her pale skin.
Varion kissed her softly, tenderly.
"I'm sorry," he whispered again. "I won't make you worry like that again."
Prinz smiled, lazy and satisfied, and nipped at his lower lip.
"You'd better not… but if you do, at least the making up part is this good." she purred.