Travelling [W/ Miranda and Iskander--PM for Invite]

[VictoriaKi]

Miranda started unbuttoning her chemise and shook her head.

“Not yet. You can help me with my bath when the water gets here – tonight, we’re going out on the town.”

She slipped the chemise over her head, letting the belt buckles lie were they fell and undoing the garters that held up her stockings. She left everything on the floor and sank into the half-full tub, waiting for the maids to bring in more water. She nodded at Iskander.

“Go ahead and take off your robes. Wouldn’t do to get them wet”

She smirked, daring him to argue with her. The maids dumped another bucketful of water in the tub and darted out to get more, their faces red.

 

[Iskander]

Iskander blushed, but waited until the maids had departed to remove his robes. A full day of Miranda's panties rubbing against his stiff member had resulted in a large wet spot of precum along the front of his bulge. Kneeling down, Iskander placed his hand into the water to make it even hotter. He knew Miranda preferred her water hotter than these maids could make it.

Grabbing a nearby bar of soap, he set to lathering his hands in the hot water. "What, precisely, is there to do in this little town?"

 

[VictoriaKi]

Miranda leaned her head back, choosing not to remark on the wet stain smearing the front of her panties. She couldn’t wait for the maids to come back; their eyes might pop out. Or they may beg her for one night. She shook the thoughts from her head and face Iskander, running a hand along his shoulder.

“Well, I’m going to find someone worth a good fuck. And you will earn your keep.”

She traced a finger along his collar bone. He was exceptionally pretty for a soulless monster.

 

[Iskander]

Iskander's face darkened at the prospect of someone being with Miranda. During their time on the road, Iskander had not been allowed release until Miranda had been pleasured, such was the nature of their relationship, or so he thought. The idea that she might receive pleasure and he might not be involved in the equation upset him on a level he was not comfortable admitting.

"Earn my keep?" he asked, his ears perking up. "What, specifically, will that entail?"

In truth, the idea of the Maids returning had not crossed his mind, he was simply thankful none he had once held dominion over had ever seen him in this pathetic state.

 

[VictoriaKi]

Miranda ignored his question. He’d learn soon enough; now she was content to enjoy her bath and her sorcerers discomfort. The maids would be back any minute; sinking further into the quickly cooling water she dug her nails gently into the flesh of his shoulder, her other hand trailing along the smooth flesh of her stomach.

“Stand up for me, Iskander. I want to see what a mess you’ve made of my panties.”

She licked her lips in anticipation.