The Sinful Young Master

Chapter 334: Let’s play later, now we F***

She looked up and said, "Someone is eager."

"He is not eager. He is a starving beast."

Cleora chuckled as she caressed his chest and then took his hands in hers, never leaving her sight of his erect shaft.

The bathroom was warm, the glow of the candles flickering against the walls as they moved closer together.

Steam rose gently from the copper basin Cleora had ordered brought in, the scent of herbs drifting faintly from the water.

She sent away the chambermaids and told them not to disturb them.

Jolthar sat down on the small wooden stool before it, his great frame looking almost out of place, far too powerful a man to be seated so humbly.

Yet here he was, stripped bare, letting her hands guide him.

Cleora moved with quiet purpose.

She dipped the cloth into the warm water, wrung it out slowly, and pressed it against his shoulder. The heat spread across his skin, drawing out a low, reluctant sigh from him.

Bit by bit she worked, dragging the cloth down over hardened muscle and scarred skin, scrubbing away the grime and sweat that clung from long days of battle and restless nights.

Jolthar was feeling relaxed, and it was really nice for him to enjoy the bath. He remembered the hot springs of the elves back in their village.

It was so relaxing that he could stay in there for hours.

Her touch was not hurried; she was meticulous, almost ceremonial in the way she traced every inch of him.

She leaned in close as she cleaned his chest, her hair brushing lightly against his skin. Her breasts pressed against his hands, and her clothes became damp.

She circled behind him, washing his back with steady strokes, pausing at old scars as if reading his story through them. Her hands trailed lower, down his strong and corded arms, down to his calloused hands that had held swords and spilled blood. She lifted each one, rubbing between his fingers, as though even his hands deserved tenderness.

Jolthar’s breath grew heavier.

The warmth of the water, the softness of her hands, the intimacy of her care—it was too much. His body stirred with need, his desire rising as surely as the fire in his veins. He shifted slightly on the stool, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with the urge to pull her into him and claim what he had longed for.

Cleora noticed, of course.

A smile ghosted across her lips as she looked up at him.

"Not yet," she murmured, her voice soft but firm, like a command dressed in silk.

"You’ll spoil it if you can’t wait."

He let out a low growl of frustration but obeyed, gripping the stool so hard the wood creaked under his strength.

She continued her work, moving lower, washing his legs, his calves, and even his feet.

She wrapped the cloth around his manhood, rubbing and cleaning it thoroughly. She did it carefully, edging him.

Jolthar leaned back, his eyes closed, savoring the sensation of her touch.

She never missed a spot, never rushed. Every motion was deliberate, every touch a quiet promise that she was his—body and soul.

She washed his long hair, and she said, "Why didn’t you cut your hair?"

"Do you want me to? I just let it be because it was a hassle to cut it every three months."

"No, you look really nice with that ponytail."

When she was finally satisfied, Cleora took a thick linen towel and began to dry him, her hands slow, lingering over his skin as though she couldn’t bear to leave him untouched.

She draped the towel over his shoulders, then guided him to his feet.

Without another word, she slipped her hand into his and led him toward the bedchamber.

The firelight followed them, casting their shadows long across the stone.

She pushed him down onto the soft covers, her eyes never leaving his.

She then straddled him, her hands moving to his chest as she began to kiss him, her lips moving over his skin with a hunger that made his heart race.

She kissed her way down his body, her lips moving over his chest, her tongue flicking against his nipples. She then moved lower, her lips brushing against his dick before she took him into her mouth.

Jolthar let out a gasp as she began to suck him, her mouth moving up and down his length with a skill that made his eyes roll back in pleasure.

Her hands gripped his hips, guiding him deeper into her mouth as she continued to pleasure him. Jolthar’s breathing quickened, overwhelmed by the intensity of her actions.

His fingers tangled in her hair as he arched his back, lost in the sensation of her touch. With each movement, she brought him closer to the edge, driving him wild with desire.

"Tonight, Jolthar," she whispered, "I am going to show you heaven, baby."

She removed her dress, sliding the straps off her shoulders, and the dress pooled around her foot.

She stood before him, all in the glory of showing her treasure to him. Cleora was a woman of beauty and appeal. And Jolthar took a minute to observe and drink in her beauty.

He drank in the gentle contours of her form—each curve and hollow etched like soft shadows across skin. He paused at the supple rise of her bosom, tracing its warmth with his gaze before allowing his eyes to drift downward, settling on the dark V‑shaped hollow at her entrance. Above it, the hint of forest—lush, silent—beckoned in verdant whispers.

"Done with staring, my darling," she said as she swayed her hips, moving towards him.

Then She straddled him, her hands on his chest, her eyes locked onto his. She could feel the hard, long shaft pressing against her stomach.

He could feel her heat and her desire, and it fueled his own.

Cleora breathed in, holding him against her body, pressing her breasts against his, feeling his breath, his warmth, and his rough hands moving on her back.

MHHmmhA!!

She moaned, the sensation of his phallus throbbing against her making her shiver with anticipation. With a hungry look in her eyes, she whispered, "I missed so much, my darling."

Jolthar moved in, caressed her cheek with his cheek, and said, "Me too."

Cleora moved her hands, taking hold of his erect cock in her hands, and started stroking it, feeling the hardness.

"I can’t wait now; let’s play later. Now we just fuck."