The door to our private cabin on the airship clicked shut behind us, sealing out the distant hum of enchanted engines and the sway of the vessel through the clouds.
Before I could even catch my breath, Lira lunged at me, her lithe dark elf body pressing flush against mine with feral urgency.
The sharp tang of wine lingered on her breath, mingling with the smoky notes of my bourbon as she looped her arms around my neck and crushed her lips to mine.
Her kiss was ravenous, all teeth and tongue, demanding everything I had. I couldn't push her away. Instead, I matched her fire, my mouth opening to devour her in return.
My hands roamed her curves instinctively: one palm sliding down to grip the firm swell of her ass, squeezing the soft flesh through the thin fabric of her baby blue dress, while the other traced the elegant line of her spine, pulling her closer until our bodies molded together.
Our tongues battled in a heated duel, slick and insistent, as we groped each other with growing desperation. Lira's fingers explored my chest and shoulders, tracing the contours of the tailored suit she'd chosen for me earlier that evening, dark fabric that now felt like an irritating barrier.
She broke the kiss just long enough to attack the buttons of my shirt, her nimble digits popping them open one by one. With a swift tug, she yanked the shirt from my shoulders, exposing my bare torso to the cool cabin air.
Her hands were everywhere then, palms gliding over my pecs, nails lightly scraping my nipples, sending jolts of heat straight to my groin.
I retaliated by hooking my fingers under the delicate straps of her dress, easing them down her shoulders. The fabric whispered to the floor in a pool of blue silk, revealing her perky breasts; full and high, with dark nipples already hardened into tight peaks.
She wore nothing underneath, her smooth, tanned skin bare from the waist down, the silver cascade of her hair framing her like a wild halo against that sun-kissed elf complexion.
My cock throbbed in my trousers, straining at eight inches of rigid need, fully erect from the sight of her naked form and the promise in her golden eyes.
Lira's gaze dropped to the bulge, her lips curving into a wicked smile. She finished stripping me with efficient pulls; belt unbuckled, pants shoved down my legs, boxers following until I stood as nude as she was.
Her hand wrapped around my shaft briefly, giving it a teasing stroke that made me groan, before she seized my wrist and towed me toward the adjoining bathroom.
"Come on," she purred, her voice husky with lust.
The bathroom door swung open to reveal a spacious chamber bathed in soft, glowing runes etched into the walls; enchanted lights that mimicked a starry night sky. At the center stood the shower, a wide enclosure with no visible fixtures; instead, crystalline panels hummed faintly, ready to summon steaming water infused with cleansing spells.
Lira stepped inside first, her curves on full display: the sway of her hips, the pert bounce of her ass, the way her silver hair clung slightly to her sweat-dampened back. My cock twitched at the view, pre-cum already beading at the tip.
She turned to face me, those golden eyes locking onto mine with predatory hunger. "I'm going to wash you well, Baby," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. "So be a good boy and put your hands behind your back."
I complied, clasping my hands at the small of my back as the shower activated with a soft chime. Warm water cascaded from invisible sources, enveloping us in a gentle, tingling mist that felt like a lover's caress; magic woven to soothe muscles and heighten sensations.
Lira lathered her hands with a bar of scented soap that appeared in an alcove, the suds foaming rich and creamy. She stepped closer, her breasts brushing my chest, nipples grazing my skin like electric sparks.
Her soapy palms encircled my cock, fingers wrapping firmly around the thick base. She began to stroke, slow and deliberate at first, gliding up the veined length to swirl over the sensitive head.
The soap made everything slick, amplifying the friction as she pumped her fist, twisting slightly on each upstroke. I bit back a moan, my hips bucking involuntarily into her grip.
"Fuck, Lira," I gasped, the warmth of the water mixing with the building heat in my core.
She sank to her knees gracefully, the shower's mist turning her silver hair into shimmering strands that clung to her shoulders. Water streamed down her body, tracing rivulets over her breasts and down her flat stomach to the neatly trimmed patch of dark curls above her pussy.
Looking up at me through thick lashes, her golden eyes burned with desire. "I've wanted to do this ever since I met you," she confessed, her voice a sultry whisper barely audible over the patter of water.
Without another word, she leaned forward and engulfed my cock in her hot mouth. Her lips stretched around the girth, sliding down inch by inch until her nose pressed against my abdomen, the full eight inches buried in the tight, wet heat of her throat.
She didn't gag, but hummed deeply, the vibration rippling through my shaft like a shockwave.
Lira pulled back slowly, her tongue flattening against the underside, tracing every ridge and vein as she sucked hard on the retreat. Saliva mixed with soap and water, dripping down her chin as she bobbed forward again, faster now.
Schlurp! Schlurp! Schlurp!
The obscene sound echoed in the enclosure as she took me deep, her cheeks hollowing with suction. Her hands gripped my thighs for leverage, nails digging in just enough to sting, while one occasionally cupped my balls, rolling them gently, tugging lightly to heighten the ache.
She varied her pace masterfully; quick, shallow thrusts that focused on the head, her tongue swirling around the slit to lap up pre-cum, then plunging deep to swallow me whole, her throat constricting like a vice.
Golden eyes never left mine, holding my gaze with hypnotic intensity, as if daring me to hold out. I watched her breasts jiggle with each movement, nipples pebbled from the warm water and her own arousal. The magical shower amplified everything: the water's tingle made my skin hypersensitive, turning her every suck into pure ecstasy.
It didn't take long, barely five minutes of her relentless assault. My balls tightened, pressure coiling like a spring.
"Lira, I'm—" I warned, but she only sucked harder, humming encouragement. I erupted with a guttural groan, thick ropes of cum flooding her mouth.
She swallowed greedily around my pulsing cock, milking every drop, her throat working visibly as she took it all down. Not a single bit escaped; she was thorough, insatiable.
Finally spent, I panted as she pulled off with a wet pop, tilting her head back to open her mouth wide. Her tongue extended, showing me the empty cavern, glistening with saliva but devoid of any evidence of my release.
"All gone," she said triumphantly, a smug glint in her eyes.
I reached down, petting her wet hair gently, fingers threading through the silver strands. "Good girl," I murmured, the praise drawing a pleased purr from her.
"Now stand up and put your hands on the wall for me, Lira."
She rose fluidly, turning to brace her palms against the tiled surface, arching her back to present her ass and the slick folds of her pussy. Water cascaded over her, making her tanned skin gleam, droplets tracing the cleft between her cheeks.
I dropped to my knees behind her, hands parting her thighs wider. Her scent hit me; musky arousal mixed with the faint floral of the soap; intoxicating.
I started slow, teasing the outer lips with the flat of my tongue, lapping upward in long, deliberate strokes that made her shiver. She was soaked, not just from the shower; her juices coated my taste buds, sweet like honeyed nectar from some forbidden elven fruit.
I pressed deeper, tongue delving between her folds to circle her entrance, dipping inside to fuck her shallowly while my thumb brushed her clit.
Lira whimpered, pushing back against my face. 'Baby... yes...' Encouraged, I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips wide, exposing the swollen pearl of her clit. I pulled back the hood gently, then latched on, sucking it between my lips with firm pressure.
My tongue flicked rapidly over the nub, side to side, then in tight circles, while I hummed vibrations against her. One hand snaked around to pinch and roll her nipple, the other sliding two fingers into her clenching heat, curling to stroke that spongy spot inside.
She bucked wildly, moans escalating into cries that bounced off the enchanted walls.
"Ahhnnnn! Max, that feels... so fucking good... awnnnnn!" Her walls fluttered around my fingers, juices gushing as I sucked harder, tongue lashing without mercy. The magical water heightened her sensitivity too, turning every lick into a spark of overload.
Suddenly, she shattered, screaming my name as her orgasm crashed over her. A flood of her essence squirted onto my face and tongue; I lapped it up eagerly, savoring the sticky sweetness, not stopping until her tremors subsided and she sagged against the wall.
We lingered under the spray a while longer, washing each other with tender touches. My hands roamed her body, soaping her breasts, her ass, between her legs, while she traced my muscles, rinsing away the remnants of our passion.
Kisses followed, soft at first, then deepening into lazy explorations of mouths and necks, the water cooling slightly as the shower's magic wound down.
Finally, we stepped out, the runes dimming behind us. we dried ourselves hurridly .
Lira took my hand, her golden eyes still smoldering with afterglow, and we made our way to the bedroom, the airship's gentle rock urging us toward the waiting bed.