Chapter 47: It’s everything else… *
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Neither Caius nor Arlette had any real idea of how long they spent fucking.
When they left the bed with the sheets covered in the moistness of their fluids and entered Arlette’s bathroom, Caius did notice the slight darkening of the day. It didn’t quite seem like afternoon anymore.
He was aware that school was long over now. His storage ring had been flashing in alert for a while now as his Family’s Estate guards were calling him so they could take him home. It became so annoyingly distracting that he’d taken the ring off his finger and tossed it on a large table in Arlette’s room where it still flashed.
For a second, he wondered how much longer he had before the guards organized search parties and began to alert the Academy staff that their Young Lord was missing. And then he saw Arlette’s hips swaying ahead of him before she waded into the water of her giant bath and all that left his mind as the blood seemed to flow away from his brain and into his cock.
Caius joined her in the water and could already feel its magical properties washing him clean. Even to the insides of his mouth. Every piece of dirt on him was getting disintegrated. He wasn’t new to such, of course. It was just worth noting how he and Arlette seemed not to be cleaning off to end their passionate session but rather seemed to be getting ready to start back up again.
Arlette must have felt him watching her because she glanced over at him and when their eyes met, she smiled and dove deeper underwater causing her black hair to float on the bath surface and fan around the top of her head before she rose and brushed it away from her face with her arms in a pose on her head that reminded Caius of swimsuit models in his previous world/life.
By the time she was dropping her arms, causing her breasts to wobble enchantingly, Caius was already there, his arms wrapped around her waist.
Arlette chuckled.
"Are you planning to stay here all night with me?" She asked and Caius could detect some earnestness in that question despite the jest in her tone.
"Maybe," Caius said and was already slipping back inside her.