The Sinful Young Master

Myron's expression remained unyielding, his dark brow furrowing slightly at her words. "Do you think I would entertain him?" he replied, his tone flat but carrying an undercurrent of irritation.

He added after a brief pause. "I think you are underestimating your cousin too much. He isn't what he looks like."

Elara raised an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and scepticism crossing her face. "You speak of someone younger than you, someone you've never even met. What do you know of him?"

Myron shifted slightly in the bath, the water sloshing around him as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "No one knows what he is… he is like a dragon hidden under water."

A soft chuckle escaped Elara's lips, her amusement evident as she leaned back on her hands.

"Darling, you are overestimating him. He is just a simpleton. Maybe growing up in this training ground has changed how he looks, but he'd know what fear is." Her tone was dismissive, as if she were brushing aside the notion that Jolthar could be a real threat.

Myron shook his head, his patience wearing thin. He recognised the spark of ambition and defiance in Jolthar that Elara seemed unable to see. "You'll learn," he murmured, deciding it was better to remain silent now.

There was a tension building between them, and he felt the weight of his own thoughts settling heavily in the air.

Elara, sensing his withdrawal, stood up with a grace that seemed almost effortless. The cloth that had wrapped around her body slipped to the floor, revealing her in all her naked glory. Her soft and tender bosom was not big but a perfect fit for her slender frame. Her curves at the waist added an allure that captivated Myron's gaze.

Myron's breath caught in his throat as she displayed herself before him, her skin smooth and inviting under the warm glow of the candles.

"Darling," she purred, "it has been a while since you were in me." She stepped inside the water, standing over him.

Before she could respond, she strangled him in the water, her bare skin glistening as she settled herself against his thighs. She caught hold of his flacid member and started running her hand up and down on his thing , her touch sending shivers down his spine. Myron's eyes widened in both shock and pleasure as she whispered, "Let's make up for lost time."

Within no time, he was hard, and she guided him to her entrance, slowly sinking down onto him with a moan of satisfaction.

Myron instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer as she began to sway against him. The heat of their bodies mingled with the warmth of the water, creating an intoxicating sensation that enveloped them both.

Her hands found their way around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she leaned in, her lips brushing tantalisingly close to his.

The splash of water echoed softly in the chamber, harmonising with the deep, steady thrum of their heartbeats.

The tension of their earlier conversation melted away, replaced by the primal pull of desire that had always existed between them.

The water rippled around them as they moved together in a dance of desire, lost in the passion of their reunion.

The sounds of their lovemaking filled the chamber, the rhythm of their bodies creating a symphony of pleasure that resonated against the stone walls.

He moved his hands over her breasts, massaging them. "Suck them, darling, mould them." Myron, as if following her wish, took her breasts into her mouth, sucking them.

Elara threw her head back, feeling his phallus hammering her, the intense action getting to her head, feeling the rush of ecstasy.

Myron could feel Elara's warmth against him, her body a soft and inviting presence that drove away the memories of battle and ambition. As she moved, he held her close, their connection deepening with every passionate thrust.

The sounds of their passion echoed in the narrow halls outside the chambers. Elara's moans filled the room, mixing with Myron's heavy breathing. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, lost in the heat of the moment.

Outside the chamber, the maids who had been standing at the door looked down, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

They had come to attend to the bathing arrangements, only to find themselves witnesses to a private moment that should have remained hidden.

The sounds of pleasure echoed in the hall, making it clear that they were intruding on something far more intimate than they had anticipated.

Back in the bath, Elara's movements became more fervent, her breath hitching as Myron responded to her urgency. He could feel her body tensing around him, the water splashing around them as she clung to him. Her head fell back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck, and he took the opportunity to lean in, his lips tracing a path along her collarbone.

"Tell me," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, "do you think he can truly stand against us?"

Myron paused for a moment, pulling back to look into her eyes. The passion and lust that fuelled their connection were still present, but beneath it lay a thread of concern. "You didn't see what I have seen."

Elara's laughter was soft, almost mocking. "You worry too much, Myron. We have power, and we have the means to crush any opposition. Besides, he's just a boy."