Chapter 26 Victory.

Chapter 26: 26 Victory.

She shook her head and held out her hand. "Help me in, Sir Grey? My champion?"

I took her hand and steadied her as she stepped into the tub.

She sighed blissfully as she sank into the hot water, throwing back her head and stretching with the one hand that wasn’t still clinging to mine.

"Strange. You’re still dressed," she pointed out, arching one perfect golden eyebrow.

I shed my boxers with significantly less grace than she’d shown and climbed in opposite her.

The tub was spacious but not meant for two—our legs tangled naturally underwater, skin sliding against skin in ways that made coherent thought challenging.

To put it bluntly, my cock was inches away from her pussy, and we were both very aware of the fact.

After several moments of silence, she reached for the shampoo. "I assume this container holds a hair-washing ointment of some sort. Would you wash my hair?"

I took the bottle and she turned, settling between my legs with natural ease.

The press of her against me sent my brain into overdrive, especially when I felt my erection press into her back, going vertical to compensate for how tightly she’d pushed back into me.

I poured water over her golden hair, then worked shampoo through it, massaging her scalp the way I used to massage my stepmom’s corgi on bath day.

Elsa made small sounds of contentment that shot straight through me like jolts of electricity.

When my fingers accidentally brushed the tip of one pointed ear, she gasped, and her entire body went rigid.

"I’m sorry," I said quickly. "Did that hurt?"

"No," she breathed in a strained, airy voice. "Elven ears are... quite sensitive. Especially the tips. It’s considered rather intimate to touch them."

I filed that very useful information away and finished rinsing her hair, deliberately avoiding her ears at first.

Then, curiosity getting the better of me since she pointedly didn’t tell me not to, I traced the shell of one ear with deliberate lightness.

She gasped again, arching back against me. "Grey..."

Her hand reached back, stopping at my thigh, but squeezing like she was trying to fight off the urge to reach for something else.

"Too much?" I asked, whispering in the same ear I just teased.

She shook her head and melted back against my chest. "It’s just a powerful feeling. Do as you please, but be gentle with me. I’m very... inexperienced."

Encouraged by those words, I continued my exploration while my other hand found her waist.

She felt perfect against me, like she was meant to be in my arms all along.

My hand drifted up to cup one impressive breast—perfectly shaped, tipped with a pale, barely pink nipple that hardened immediately under my palm.

"Is this okay?" I murmured against her ear.

"More than okay," she gasped, pressing into my touch. "Mmm... my champion..."

I played with her breasts, going between them every now and then, while my other hand traced increasingly bold patterns on her ears.

She writhed against me, her breathing becoming ragged as little, disastrously lewd-sounding whimpers escaped her throat.

"Nyuh—Grey," she moaned, her hips moving restlessly. "There’s this pressure building inside me. Like a fire in my core that your touch inspires but cannot quench if your hands remain where they are. Do you... know what I’m saying?"

Understanding her need, I let my hand drift lower, finding her already swollen, like her pussy had been impatiently waiting for me.

The first touch of my fingers made her cry out, her body jerking like she’d been shocked.

"Still okay?" I asked, needing to be sure.

"Please," she begged as she discarded all pretense of royal dignity. "Please, don’t stop. Whatever you do, stopping is hereby forbidden!"

I circled her sensitive bud with careful pressure while my other hand alternated between her breasts and those surprisingly sensitive ears.

She moved against my hand with increasing desperation, letting soft moans fill the steamy air.

"Grey—ahhh fffff—" she gasped, her voice climbing in pitch. "Something’s happening. I feel like I’m going to—"

Her body went bow-string taut, knees locking, feet pushing her ass off the bottom of the tub and thrusting the top of her head against my neck.

She shuddered violently as pleasure overtook her, crying out. The feral sound echoed off the bathroom walls as she came apart in my arms.

I held her through it, drawing out every tremor until she collapsed against me, boneless and panting.

"By all the gods in Elfhaven," she whispered with wonder in her voice. "I had no idea physical pleasure could reach such heights."

I pressed a kiss to her temple, stupidly proud of myself. "Happy to be of service, Your Highness."

She turned to face me. Her eyes were shining with something between gratitude and determination. "Your turn," she declared. "I wish to practice this art of pleasure-giving."

Seeing as how I was about as hard as a diamond, she got no complaint from me.

Still, she insisted on washing my hair first, and I found that her small hands were surprisingly strong when she massaged my scalp.

Then she worked her way down my body slowly, as if memorizing every plane and angle.

When she finally reached my straining erection, she wrapped her hand around it with a hungry, reverent look in her piercing blue eyes.

"It’s so beautiful," she murmured, giving an experimental stroke. "And warm. And much larger than I anticipated. I have anatomical concerns, but if you’re my fated mate, then we are destined to navigate these matters together."

I choked on a laugh that turned into a groan as she found a rhythm.

"Good?" she asked, her eyes wide with earnest curiosity.

"Very good," I managed through gritted teeth.

She leaned in, pressing her cheek against my chest as she gazed down at her handiwork, her breath hot against my skin. "Excellent. I want to make you feel as wonderful as you made me feel. Tell me if I do something you don’t like, and I will change immediately."

Her hand worked steadily, varying pressure and speed as she studied my reactions with scholarly focus.

I felt the familiar pressure building. Given just how turned I’d been for a while now, I was already approaching the point of no return.

"Elsa," I warned, my voice strained.

"Yes," she encouraged, kissing my chest, her own voice husky. "Let go for me, Grey. Give your essence to me, I beseech you."

Those weirdly formal words pushed me over the edge. I came with a groan that made the thin walls shake.

My body shuddered on and on as she stroked me through it with amazing skill for a beginner.

Afterward, we dried off in silence. Wrapped in towels, she suddenly threw her arms around me in a fierce hug.

"Thank you," she said softly against my chest. "For the battle, for the bath, for taking care of me, for... everything you do and everything you are."

I held her close, breathing in her scent. "You’re welcome."

When she pulled back, her expression had turned serious. "I think I should return to the guest chamber after all," she said with weary regret in her voice. "If I share your bed tonight, I fear I might surrender more than I’m prepared to lose."

"I can control myself," I told her, touching her cheek and smiling. "I won’t do anything, I promise."

Then began the fiercest blush I’d ever seen in all my days as she quickly averted her gaze. "As it so happens, I’m not so concerned about... what you’ll do. If you catch my meaning."

I nodded, respecting her boundaries even as every cell in my body protested. "Sounds good, Princess."

She rose on tiptoes to kiss my cheek, her lips lingering. But after a moment, we both realized we weren’t satisfied with just that.

Our arms entombed one another, and her lips found mine.

I had to hunch down as she stood on tiptoes, standing on my feet no less, but we made it work and shared a first, incredible kiss in the steamy bathroom.

Afterwards, she took a moment to catch her breath, then smiled up at me sweetly. "Goodnight, my valiant champion. Dream of glorious battles and future victories."

She padded out wrapped in her towel, leaving me standing there in a daze.