Call Of The Dark

Immediately, Emma covered her breasts with her hand, blushing deeper than crimson.

Emma had never seen him fully naked. And goddess! His hair was a mess of golden curls over his head that fell over his red eyes. Her heart jolted out of her ribcage. His jaw was in need of a shave and as he closed the gap between them, she found herself staring at his mountain of muscles and that perfectly chiseled body. The way he walked to her it was as if he gave no fucks to the attention, he was drawing in.

Emma was so taken aback that she froze in her place when he stepped in the same bathtub. Her gaze dropped to his massive shaft that was at a half mast. She tried not to stare at it for long and peeled her gaze off it. "What are you doing here?"

He moved to sit in front of her. Then he moved her and made her sit in front of her with her back facing him. "I am taking a bath, just like you."

"But you can't just sit here and take a bath with me!" she protested.

He raised an eyebrow and said, "Why not?"

She locked her teeth tight and picked up a loofah and fixed her attention to scrubbing herself. But his cock kept grazing her ass and she could swear that every time it did, it was bigger, harder.

Lazarus took the loofah from her and began scrubbing her slowly on the back. This was the first time she bathed with a man and she was… ashamed. Her blush spread to her neck and the water seemed like it was boiling. As he slowly circled her back, a moan passed her lips. His hands went to her front to her belly when liquid het was coiling tighter and tighter. His hands grazed her breasts and then raked her puckered nipples. She stifled a gasp. The loofah went further down to her thighs and then to the apex of her thighs and she trembled beneath his fingers when they raked her swollen bud.

She stopped him with her hands. "I can do it."

"Don't deny me what is mine," he growled. Her wrists were nothing as he continued to scrub her.

She felt like she was being strummed like strings of a harp. She wanted to sing the music he was playing on her and when he pressed his finger at her core, she came hard. She clenched her thighs, trapping his hand inside them. She caught his forearms as she screamed through her orgasm.

"Now it's my turn," he said after she was totally spent. He handed her the loofah, silently ordering her to clean him. She scrubbed the loofah over him and wondered if he needed his release, but he continued to stare at her intensely.

They slept on the same bed. He made her turn the other side and spooned her. Emma couldn't understand why he wasn't being selfish this time, but she was too tired and spent to think more. Her eyes closed and she went into deep slumber.

When she woke up next, he wasn't there. It was evening and she realized that she had slept through the whole day. She felt a pang of pain in her heart, seeing the empty bed next to her. She was growing attached to the man she should be despising.

"M'lady," Ginger's soft voice came to her. "You must get ready. Lord Cain and Lady Naomi are receiving guests."

An hour later, Emma walked out of her room with Ginger. She was wearing a light pink gown that was cinched at the waist and had a skirt that had layers and layers of tulle. Ginger had braided one part of her hair and curled it over her head. Rest of her hair was cascading down to her hips. She hadn't applied any makeup but Ginger insisted that she wear a light color of her lips.

"Where are Magnus and Yul?" Emma asked, feeling lonely.

"They will be joining you shortly," Ginger said.

As they walked towards the gardens, suddenly Emma saw Gladys. She waved at her. "Emma!" Surprised flickered through her as Gladys came rushing to her.

"You were also coming?" Emma said. "You should have come with us!"

Gladys laughed. "I decided at the last minute."

"I see," Emma replied chirpily and curled her arm around Gladys's. They walked to the venue and entered into a place soaked with fun. There were fun wheels, tents that held various contests, card games, and a lot of dancing and singing.

They walked to the tent where Lord Cain was standing with his wife. "Gladys," Naomi said coldly as she embraced her. "It's a pleasure to have you amongst us."

Gladys bowed to them. "It's my pleasure too." She glanced at Olya and dipped her chin arrogantly. Olya let out a rough exhale as she dipped her chin too.

Magnus and Yul too joined them. "Magnus!" Yul!" She peeped beside them, hoping to see Lazarus but he wasn't there. Her mood plummeted.

After they bowed to the Lord Cain and Naomi, Yul came to stand beside her, glaring at Gladys. Magnus went to stand beside Olya who seemed to be completely shaken by his presence.

"Do you know there is a tradition in Jupan where all the single men and women, boys and girls stand inside a tent blindfolded?" said Naomi with a smile. "Then they start walking towards each other. You will kiss the first person who reaches you first. Legend says that whoever you end up kissing ends up being your spouse. But—" she threw a suspicious glance at Emma. "Only eighteen-years-olds and above are eligible for this tradition."

"Oh I turned eighteen a week back!" Emma blurted.

There was a stunned silence in the tent and then suddenly everyone laughed at her innocence.

"It seems you are pretty eager!" Yul chortled. He was imagining a whole lot of things.

Naomi chuckled. She said, "Emma, why don't you go with Olya to look around while we talk to Gladys. It's been ages since we have caught up."