9.2 Bathhouse

Unable to stave off the uncomfortable feeling, you decide to head in the direction of the baths. Upon reaching their entrance, you instruct the guards to maintain watch outside. Entering the large area, you let out a deep exhale after seeing the glistening water before you. After quickly disrobing, you slip into the water. The surprisingly temperate liquid swiftly envelopes your form, wrapping around you like rays of warm sunlight. Another sigh leaves your lips as you slowly sink further into the clear depths. Your muscles begin to relax as the water continues flowing around them. Just as you feel your mind begin drifting, an unexpected sound in the distance catches your attention. Straightening up quickly, you take a look around the large area.

"Who goes there?" You quickly demand when seeing a dark figure in the distance.

The unseen person remains silent as they approach slowly. Swallowing nervously, you cautiously sink lower into the pool, hoping to obscure more of your bare form. When the figure approaches your brow creases in confusion. The man's face appears familiar to you. After further inspection you quickly realize he is one of your guards.

"I told you to wait outside." You state irately while wrapping your arms around your chest in a protective manner.

"Yes, Empress." He replies in an even and surprisingly confident tone. "However, I do not think it wise for you to be unguarded."

"Is that what you think?" You question, growing increasingly annoyed as this is far from the first time one of your guards has gone against your word.

"Aye." Is the curt answer you receive from the blunt man.

Frowning, you warily take in large form. A messy crop of black hair is slicked back along his broad head. Light blue eyes peer down at you from his wide yet angular face. A large nose sits square in the middle, adding character and an odd mix of attractiveness. His muscular form only adds to his unexpected appeal. Trying to dismiss these thoughts, you swiftly turn your attention back to his insubordination.

"And why is that?"

The man's eyes rake over your form for a moment when you ask the question. A soft shiver runs down your back as you shirk back deeper into the water. The guard's eyes slowly return to your vigilant face before he finally replies.

"With the election so close," He states plainly, his light eyes still fixed on yours. "I would not not put it past your opponents to attempt something... foolish."

Another shiver runs along your body as you regard the man curiously. Something about his demeanor and confidence leaves you feeling unsure. Perhaps it is unwise to leave yourself **** at a time such as this. Nodding softly, you somewhat reluctantly agree. Allowing the man to take post, you hesitantly resume your bathing. Typically a servant would assist you with such things, however, you had wished for a moment of peace. That has long since left since the arrival of your unexpected companion. After pouring oil onto your hair and body, you gently scrub it along your scalp and skin. A soft moan escapes your lips as you feel your body further relaxing. Leaning back, you begin washing the product off.

You're tangentially aware of the guards eyes on your partially exposed form. To your surprise, this elicits an odd feeling of arousal deep inside. Attempting to ignore this, you continue washing the slick substance from your skin. Once you're finished, you realize you'll have to give up the cover the water provides in order to leave. This thought only causes your body to further react in attraction. Steeling your nerves, you slowly turn and begin exiting the pool. Cool beads of water slowly run down along your bare form as you slowly step out of the bath. The guards eyes never leave your form as you slowly step over to where your clothes were discarded. Sighing softly, you bring a towel up to your hair and start drying water from it. The knowledge that the man's eyes remain on your bare form only adds to your lust.

Turning to face him, you glance over his figure thoughtfully. Though a majority of it is covered by his uniform, you're aware of his powerful form. An increased feeling of urgency quickly spreads through your body after viewing his.

"Tell me," You command softly, your head tilting in intrigue. "What is your name guard?"

"Theon, Empress." He replies bluntly, his gaze having returned to your face.

You nod again before lowering the towel and stepping forward. Something unexpected has stirred deep within you, guiding you onward. Willing yourself to remain steadfast, you continue until you're right before the man. Swallowing dryly, you steady yourself before speaking.

"Theon." You repeat thoughtfully, looking up at him somewhat apprehensively. "Do you swear to the gods you will serve me?"

"You need not ask, Empress." The man responds swiftly, his tone edging on offended. "However, I will swear it if that is your request."

Satisfied with the answer, you gingerly place your hand against his large arm. Warmth radiates along your fingertips as they press against his taut skin. Emboldened by your action, you slowly slide your hand up to his shoulder. He makes no move to stop you when your fingers cautiously tug at the strap holding his armor in place. Your heartbeat increases when he raises a hand to assist you. After a moment his figure is as bare as your own. A slightly blush spreads across your face when you tentatively glance across his exposed form. Tight muscles flex along his torso as he removes the last of his garments. Your blush increases when your eyes land on the large appendage between his legs. The feeling that has been building inside you grows, encouraging you to progress. Cautiously, you place a hand against his broad chest.

This action appears to embolden the man as you soon feel his hand wrap around your waist. Your back tenses reflexively as you try to maintain your composure. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears when the man's other hand brushes against your thigh. An unexpected moan leaves your lips while you distractedly lean into his touch. Your hand gently glides down his firm chest as you press against him. His hand continues running across your skin until it slips between your quivering legs. Gasping in surprise, you're unable to stop yourself from arching further into him when his fingers reach your clit. The pleasurable sensation is more than you had anticipated. Sighing softly, you allow the man to keep moving his fingers along your sensitive area. Your slight figure slumps against the man's larger one as you melt into him.

You feel the arm around your waist tighten slightly while you writhe against his touch. The unexpected pleasure it brings is almost more than you can bear. It's not long before you are gasping out once more as a large orgasm spreads through you. Sighing again, you move to sit up only to be stopped by the man's grip. Theon's fingers begin sliding down along your slick entrance before swiftly slipping inside. A mix of pleasure and discomfort fill you as you're penetrated by a couple of his large digits. Struggling again, you're still unable to pull out of his firm grasp. A rush of liquid runs down your thighs when he thrusts his fingers in deeper. Groaning, you can't help leaning into him again. The unanticipated satisfaction gained from his actions stops you from ending them. You hear yourself moaning softly as electricity spreads through your body.

Your inner thighs have become slick and quiver slightly during your climax. Finally, Theon's grip on you relaxes, allowing you to pull away. Breathless, you turn your flushed face up to look at him. His blue eyes remain sharp and alert, as does his expression. However, when your gaze slowly drifts back down, you can see he is just as aroused. This provides you with some relief, and the encouragement to run your hand further down his torso. To your surprise and disappointment, the man catches your hand before it reaches its destination. Your eyes quickly look back to him in a mix of confusion and chagrin.

"Not yet, Empress." Theon states placidly, gently returning your hand to your side.

A slight frown crosses your face as you muse over the unforeseen reaction. You've grown accustomed to men desiring you, typically in possessive manners. The possibility of being denied had barely crossed your mind. Your face grows heated as you become progressively flustered and annoyed. Turning quickly, you gather your clothes and redress wordlessly. You can hear the man also donning his uniform before you begin walking towards the exit. To your surprise, Theon is by your side in an instant, fully redressed. Frowning again, you find yourself increasingly vexed by his deferment. To your frustration, his denial has only left you desiring him more. Something you had not anticipated considering his inferior position. By the time you've reached your chambers, your temper is bordering on indignation.