Royal District, Royal Arms Hotel
"That will be all, Kata." Mehfawni shut the door to her private chamber and locked it.
She could not wait to get out of her leathers and into a warm bath. The stink of chocolate, sweat, perfumes, and humans clung to her. She sniffed the tips of her fingers. She had grudgingly picked off a piece of chocolate chain that had fallen onto her lap.
What would it be like, licking chocolate off furskin?
She pressed her thighs together, the ache between her legs a reminder that she'd be sleeping alone tonight.
She spent some time trying to figure out how to start water flowing into the tub. No one spoke to faucets back home. Were humans so lazy they couldn't be bothered with twisting a knob?
She stood under the shower first, rinsing under a rainlike fall of water that sprayed her from every side. The heated tub was big enough for no more than two humans. Apparently, their families didn't bathe together. Perhaps that was why they all wore so much perfume. It covered the stink.
Her bath with Stahn only a night or two before had been in a private tub for six. She sank into this one and relaxed.
Where was her beautiful blond cousin right now? Bathing another Tzesar's granddaughter? Or a Tzesar herself? She'd bet none of them pleasured him in their mouths or made him cry out as they rode him.
Males should be seen and not heard. Poor wisdom if one wanted a fiery lover.
Would Rooshkah be quiet in Ambassador Fasra's bed?
Fawni closed her eyes and lay back, recalling his face as he bent over Dreena. He'd seemed truly in love with her. Did he sleep with all the females who went there? If he was a slave, perhaps he had no choice. But how would a male who was worthy of being a Tzesareen back home end up being a sex toy here?
She stepped out of the tub, back into the shower, and rinsed. The nozzles where the water came out could be angled toward any part of the body.
Hmm. Promising.
She adjusted one and altered the spray to a spiraling jet. She quickly changed the other to match and leaned back against the glass wall for support while steaming water cascaded down her entire body from above and three streams shot across the stall to splash hotly and firmly over her pubes.
Fawni rubbed her nipples between her fingers and thumbs. She tugged them, rubbed her thumbs across the sensitive tips.
Rooshkah's blond hair and blue eyes played like a holovid in her mind. His head tossed against her pillow as she rose over him. He teased her nipples, pulled and twisted them, laid his palm against her skin. Fawni leaned over him and offered her breasts to suckle and lick.
The steamy shower sprinkled over her shoulders, around her breasts and belly, and cascaded down her legs to pool at her feet. Cupping the heavy globes of her breasts, she lifted them and arched her back while she rose on tiptoe and thrust her hips forward to meet the pressure of the water between her thighs.
Alone, she growled her pleasure into the hot mist.
