“I’m sorry, M’lady,” said Ranish. “I can warm up the water if you’d like.” He looked at the tub doubtfully. “It will take some time, however.”

  I stuck a toe in the bath. It was quite large, and very cold.

  “Where does the water come from?” I asked.

  “There’s a spring up the hill. We pipe the flow down here. It’s quite refreshing during the summer. But a little brisk this time of year.”

  “You don’t say.” I smiled at him. “Don’t worry, Ranish. I’ll take care of it.”

  “If you say so, Lady Circe.” He shook his head woefully and retreated.

  Rory splashed some water over his hand and winced.

  “Perhaps a quick wash with a cloth?”

  “Have some faith, lover.”

  I held my hand palm down over the tub and created a small fireball within the water. I pressed it into the depths of the bath and fed in mana. After a couples of minutes, steam began to rise from the surface, and a warm breath passed by my face.

  “The trick,” I muttered, “is to not go too far.”

  I paddled my other hand through the bathwater, swirling it around the periphery of the tub. Just before it became uncomfortable, I cut the mana flow and the spell collapsed.

  “That should do,” I said.

  Rory shook his head but couldn’t stop a grin from spreading over his face. He took my hand and pulled me gently to my feet, then placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me away from him. He slid his fingers from my knees up to my flanks, gathering the material of my dress along the way. I raised my hands, and the dress passed over my head, then fluttered down to fall over the back of a chair. His hands slipped from my neck down to my back and plucked at the laces of my chest band. It loosened abruptly and dropped. He slid his palms around my chest and cupped my breasts. His thumb and finger pinched my nipples and I moaned. I felt his lips on the back of my neck and leaned back into his body.

  The band fell on the floor. I pushed my hips back into his crotch and felt his cock push into my ass. I rotated my pelvis, grinding back into him as he played with my breasts.

  He bit my neck and dropped to his knees behind me. His hands tugged the ties of my loincloth, and it fell to the floor to join the breast band. His fingers caressed my folds, passing up and down my slit, but avoided my clitoris altogether. His tongue flicked between my thighs, and I whimpered in frustration.

  “Take off your clothes,” I whispered.

  He tossed his shirt to the floor and dropped his pants. His cock sprang free and I made to grab it, but he scooped me up in his arms and laid me in the bath. He tucked a towel under my neck, so my head rested on the edge of the tub. I stared at his body as he stepped into the water and knelt beside me. He picked up a bar of soap, dipped it in the water, and began to wash me. His hand slipped over my shoulders and upper chest, then moved down to fondle my breasts. His fingers crooked into a claw and his nails scraped in towards my left nipple. I gave a little squeak of surprise and pleasure, and he repeated the motion on the right.

  His left hand moved to my buttocks and he lifted my body, so I was floating on top of the water. The other hand began to wash my abdomen, then moved to my thighs. I arched my back and thrust my pelvis up. My eyes were closed, and I heard him chuckle. His hand began to soap my mons slowly. I bit my lip and rotated my hips.

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  His hand disappeared, and I gave a frustrated moan. I spend my eyes to see him sit down between my legs. He lifted me into a sitting position on his lap, and I draped my arms over his neck as he began to wash my back. I tried without success to take his cock into me, but he smiled and pulled me closer. He rinsed off my back and stood up, lifting me in a single motion. My legs were clasped around his waist, and I ground my pelvis into his belly. He stepped out of the bath, sat me on the edge of the tub, and began to towel me dry. He wiped himself briefly and then picked me up in a bridal carry, swung me around, and entered the bedroom. A dry towel went on the bed and our clothes onto the dresser. He placed me prone on the towel, positioned a small pillow under my head, and stretched my legs out. I watched him pluck a small glass bottle from the bedside table.

  He knelt on my upper thighs. His cock slid between my legs and rubbed my slit. His oiled hands began to caress my hands, gently pressing each finger in turn, and then moving down to the palms. The contrast between his massage of my hands and the pressure of his cock on my pussy was confusing and wonderful at the same time. He moved to my forearms, the upper arms, and then to my shoulders. I groaned as the day’s tensions melted away.

  His hands came down in a single movement to my lower back and kneaded away knots I hadn’t been aware of. He moved down, and I was on the verge of protesting when his hands squeezed my buttocks. Then he moved down to my thighs. I lifted my ass off the bed and tried to move lower.

  “You missed a piece,” I said. My voice was hoarse.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. His fingers moved up and slid up and down my labia. “This piece?”

  I cried out, and my thighs spasmed. I felt liquid drip from my slit.

  “I can’t see what I’m doing,” he said.

  He moved off to one side, reached under my chest and hips, and turned me on my back in a single motion. I spread my legs slightly.

  “Much better,” he said. His lips came down to my right breast, as his hand caressed the left. He straddled me once more, his cock pressing against my opening. He bit the nipple and then transferred to the left side and continued to lick and suckle.

  I came without warning. I felt an explosion of pleasure from my breasts that spread over my chest like an electric shock. My breath stopped, and I spasmed silently.

  Rory raised his head and watched me with a smile. He slid down and applied his mouth to my cunt. His tongue began to move slowly from the bottom of my slit, around one side, and down the other, tracing slow circles over my labia. I buried my hands in his hair and spread my legs further to allow him full access.

  Ever so slowly, he moved his focus upwards. I felt his fingers enter me, pushing aside my swollen labia. His tongue began to circle the clitoris, and his fingers moved in concert with his mouth. Then his lips fastened on my clit, and he began to suck it. At the same time, I felt his fingers tense and lift inside me.

  I exploded. This time I heard myself scream in abandon. Waves of pleasure washed from my pussy to my chest. As they ebbed, he stroked me again with his tongue and fingers, and I came once more, jerking and crying. I lifted his head up with an effort.

  “You better stop for a minute,” I said. “Otherwise, I might die.”

  He knelt over my thighs again and gazed into my eyes.

  “As you command, Lady Circe.” He kissed me on the lips.

  I pulled him down. “Rory,” I said, “It’s your turn. I need you inside me.”

  He stared at me for a full minute and then lowered his body slowly. He paused and then kissed me. His tongue and cock penetrated me at the same time. I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles behind his waist. Rory began to slide in and out of me with a motion that was so regular that it was almost metronomic. His mouth left mine, and he licked and nibbled on my earlobes and neck. I heard myself moaning with each thrust.

  “Please,” I said, “come for me.”

  His motions became faster and deeper. As he tensed and gasped, I felt myself orgasm. This time there was a deep-seated warmth that spread from my lower abdomen throughout my body. I called out his name softly and held him to me.

  I protested quietly as he eased out of me. He kissed my forehead.

  “Give me a minute.”

  He returned with a warm cloth. He wiped me gently between my legs and lower belly, then towered me dry. He settled down beside me and pulled up the blanket to cover us. I curled back into his body, so we were spooned.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Rory,” I said, “this is the best night I’ve had in both of my lives.”

  He kissed the back of my neck and reached over to cup my breast. After a couple of minutes his breathing deepened and became regular.

  “Hecate,” I whispered, “thank you so much, my Goddess.”