Daphne stepped inside, and the entire atmosphere of the small space instantly shifted. The water slammed over her nakedness.

Blue hair plastered dark against her neck while rivers slicked down her collarbones, over the thick, peaked globes of her breasts, and past the smooth dip of her navel. She grabbed the body wash, the reckless pour into her palm glistening under the lights. She didn't just enter the shower. She took ownership of it.

"Can you turn around for me? I'll wash your back," her voice sliced through the white noise.

Zaeryn glanced over his shoulder. "I already washed my back."

Daphne looked at him for one quiet second.

"Poorly."

"Fine. Go ahead." He said. .

There were battles worth fighting, and then there was Doctor Daphne Virellith standing naked under hot water with body wash in her palm and that calm, predatory look in her eyes. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Zaeryn was not an idiot. Not like he needed his back washed, after he had already done it himself. But he definitely wasn't saying no to her hands.

He turned, letting her slick, soapy palms glide over his shoulders and down his back. Her touch was firm, deliberate, and sensual. It felt like a massage at first, melting the tight knots near his spine. But then her hands moved lower, tracing the curve of his back before her arms wrapped around him, pressing her hardened nipples against his skin.

He could feel her firm breasts flattened against his shoulder blades as her hands ran over his chest, slicking soap over his muscles. The transition from relaxed to rock-hard took less than three seconds.

"You really are taking your time," he remarked, his voice already dropping an octave.

"I said we needed to wash," Daphne whispered. Her wet body was pressed flush against his back, her tone laced with quiet amusement. "I didn't say we had to be quick about it."

Her soapy hand slid down his stomach, finding his aching cock. She grabbed the massive length in her hands, weighing it playfully. It surged against her wet palm, growing even thicker as it went completely, unyieldingly hard. That earned a low, appreciative hum of approval from deep in her throat.

"It honestly still baffles me how big this thing is," she murmured, her breath warm against his shoulder. "Though I suppose a man who causes this much trouble would need the anatomy to back it up."

The slippery friction was next to nothing as her thumb circled the swollen head, smearing slick precum and soap. She found it entirely intoxicating to see his physical power unravel so easily under her fingers.

"You are so responsive," she noted with a quiet hum of approval. Her thumb circled his tip again. "It is entirely arousing."

She didn't stay behind him for long. Daphne stepped around to his front, pushing her wet hair back. Her dark eyes locked onto his, completely stripping away whatever defenses he had left. For a woman of her immense pride and status to drop to her knees on a hard shower floor without a second thought spoke volumes. She didn't do it out of submission. She did it because she wanted him, and what Daphne wanted, she consumetd.

Without breaking eye contact, she opened her mouth and took him all in.

The sensation was completely overwhelming. The contrast of the scalding shower water hitting his back and the slick, demanding heat of her mouth enveloping him made his knees buckle slightly.

She was ruthless in her rhythm. When she reached down to cup his heavy balls in her warm hands, her delicate fingers began to massage and caress the sensitive skin, pulling a deep, guttural groan from his chest.

Daphne let out a soft moan of her own around his shaft, the vibration traveling straight down to his core. She was getting incredibly slick herself, her arousal obvious as her hips began to slowly sway back and forth of their own accord.

Every pull of her lips and slide of her tongue chased away the dark thoughts of the Tribunal and the constant anxiety of his existence. He tangled his fingers in her soaked hair, trying to anchor himself. It was a losing battle. Right now, in this steamy glass box, nothing else mattered.

"Daphne," he rasped, his hips starting to buck forward involuntarily.

She picked up the pace, swallowing him rhythmically while her thumb stroked his balls. She knew exactly how close he was. She pushed him right to the absolute edge on purpose, backing off for a fraction of a second just to make his breath hitch, before burying her face in his crotch again.

"I'm close," he warned, his voice straining over the sound of the water. "Too close."

Daphne didn't stop. She sucked even harder, creating a vacuum that dragged the climax right out of him.

Zaeryn groaned loudly, his hips snapping forward as his vision briefly whited out.

He spilled his thick cum deep down her throat.

Daphne swallowed every drop without hesitation, her throat working eagerly until his spasms finally slowed to a twitch.

She slowly pulled back, running a thumb across her lower lip to catch a stray drop of his seed. She looked up at him through wet lashes, her expression a perfect mix of predatory satisfaction and refined elegance.

"Now," she said smoothly, standing up and reaching for a towel as if she hadn't just thoroughly wrecked him. "We can get dressed."

The steam in the bathroom slowly dissipated as they stepped out of the glass enclosure.

Sometime passed and Daphne was all sleek, ruthless efficiency now. The sensual predator from the shower vanished, replaced once again by the untouchable, high ranking matriarch.

She dried off, slipped into her perfect clothes, and looked as though she had not just spent the last hour thoroughly ruining him.

Zaeryn pulled his own clothes on, feeling surprisingly energized. True to her word, Daphne had food sent up.

Daphne drove him back to the estate later that morning.

Hours passed, it was still in the morning, a couple of hours away from noon.

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Arya hit the mat with a heavy, satisfying thud and let out a short, startled breath. She stared up at the bright, cloudless sky for a second, blinking in genuine surprise.

Zaeryn stood over her, chest heaving, the morning sun catching the sweat dripping down his neck.

"Yes!" He pointed down at her, not even trying to be dignified about it. "Finally. Do you have any idea how long I have been trying to do that?"