CHAPTER 96: CHAPTER 96: BREEDING POTENTIAL (18+)

"Worth the wait." Zaeryn returned the slow grin. "Care for some company?"

"I suppose I could accommodate." She turned away from him, presenting her back in full view.

Zaeryn’s eyes swept over her, lingering unapologetically on the curve of her narrow waist and the curve of her wide hips.

She was a feast for the eyes, every line and shape commanding his attention. Water cascaded over her strong shoulders, tracing the lush, heavy curves of her breasts, glistening as it slid downward.

Her skin was flushed pink from the heat, perfect and glistening, her nipples tight peaks under his stare.

Marceline looked over her shoulder slightly, offering the soap."If you’re done observing, I was hoping you’d come help me. My back needs washing."

A wicked grin touched Zaeryn’s lips. He took the soap, covering his hands with it before placing them on her shoulders. The steam and the slick soap made her skin feel like hot silk.

His hands slid down her back, tracing the elegant curve of her spine, kneading the muscles there before sliding lower, spanning the impossible narrowness of her waist.

His hands lingered more on her ass, as he massaged and gripped, enjoying the weight and the generous shape. He pulled her against him, feeling the warm press of her skin against his growing erection.

"You are such a tease." Her voice was a low vibration beneath the rush of the water as she pressed back, grinding her hips against his hard length. "And impatient."

"It’s not a tease if you intend to follow through." He responded.

Marceline hummed, a deep sound of contentment. She continued to grind against his already erect manhood,"Mmm... you have excellent hands, Zae," she murmured, tilting her head to give him access to her neck.

His hands slid around her ribs, moving upward until his palms cupped the heavy, wet weight of her breasts. He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing the hardened peaks, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.

"Just my hands?" he whispered against her wet skin, pressing soft kisses just below her ear.

"Not just your hands," she breathed, turning in his arms. "Honey, everything about you is perfect."

She looked down at his erect dick, before capturing his mouth in a kiss that was instantly deep and wet, tasting of steam and her unique floral scent.

She pressed herself into him and her body molded against his, her generous breasts pressing into his chest, her hips instinctively seeking his.

Zaeryn’s hands slid from her breasts down her sides, gripping the generous curve of her ass and pulling her tighter. He backed her against the warm, tiled wall, the water sluicing over both of them.

His hand slid down between them, fingers tracing her wet heat with deliberate, teasing pressure, circling the sensitive pearl hidden there. Marceline’s breath hitched, her moans muffled against his mouth as her hips lifted, pressing closer, craving every inch of him. Her legs instinctively parted, inviting him deeper, urging him to take control.

"You really are... insatiable, aren’t you?" she gasped, voice trembling as he broke the kiss to trail fiery kisses along the curve of her throat.

"I guess..." he murmured, lips brushing hers once more. "But that’s exactly why you’re here." With a smooth motion, he lifted her effortlessly, letting her legs coil around his waist, trapping her against him.

Marceline’s ankles locked behind his back, body shivering in anticipation, her eyes glazed with desire. He paused at her entrance, feeling her slick warmth envelop him even before they joined. She was ready—hungry for him, desperate for more.

"Yes... I’m yours," she whispered, lips brushing his in a shaky, needy kiss. "I’m here... to satisfy your insatiable fire," Her words hesitated as a memory of him taking her hard yesterday surged through her, making her ache for him all over again. Her body trembled, utterly consumed by desire.

He responded by entering her and thrusting forward in one smooth, powerful motion, burying himself to the deepest inside her wet heat.

Marceline moaned out, her head falling back against the tiles as her body stretched to accommodate his fullness. The combination of the hot, pounding water and the friction of him deep inside her was an immediate, overwhelming sensory assault.

Zaeryn did not move immediately, as he savored the moment, allowing her to adjust to him.

"Please, move," she gasped, her voice a breathless plea, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails biting into the muscle.

"As you wish." He grinned, his hand tangling in her thick, dark hair, tilting her face toward his.

His mouth captured hers as he began to move.

Zaeryn began to move, his thrusts were slow, but powerful drawing her up with each movement, until her breasts brushed his chest.

"Yes, Zae!" Her breath hitched, her eyes closing. "Like that. Just like that."

He increased his pace, each thrust a little harder, a little faster, and Marceline gasped, eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.

She tilted her hips, guiding him deeper, and he let out a shuddering groan. Her body tensed, legs locking around him, drawing him closer as she silently demanded more.

Zaeryn pressed his body against hers, forearm braced against the cold tile as he drove into her with controlled, relentless force. The wet slap of their bodies echoed through the room, mingling with their ragged moans, a chaotic symphony of lust.

His hands gripped her ass, holding her flush against the wall as he pounded into her without mercy, each movement precise and demanding.

"Gods... Zae... yes," Marceline panted, fingers digging into his shoulders, hips meeting his with perfect, needy rhythm, every stroke igniting fire between them.

This was different from the night before, less about discovery and more about pure, decadent indulgence. He knew exactly how she responded, and he used it, tilting his hips to grind against her.

The steam thickened around them, a private world where only sensation existed. Marceline felt the pleasure coiling tight and fast, the delicious tension building with unbearable speed.

"Ah... I’m close... already, I can’t—" she gasped.

"Not yet," he commanded, but her body betrayed her. Her slick inner walls clamped down on him in a powerful spasm.

The sudden, tight grip was too much. With a final, guttural groan, Zaeryn thrust deep one last time, erupting inside her just as her own climax crashed over her in a blinding wave.

They clung to each other under the pounding spray, trembling and breathless, their bodies completely spent.

Slowly, agonizingly, he let her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor, though he kept her caged against the wall, their foreheads resting together.

Marceline let out a shaky laugh, her legs barely supporting her. "Okay," she breathed, her voice wrecked. "Now you can wash my back."

Zaeryn chuckled, pressing one last, lingering kiss to her swollen lips before finally reaching for the soap again.

Afterward, they stepped out into the bedroom, wrapping thick towels around themselves. Zaeryn dropped onto the bed—not from exhaustion, but simply because he could.

Despite the intensity of what they’d just shared, he wasn’t tired at all. If anything, his stamina was only getting better.

Marceline stood by the mirror drying her hair with the hair dryer, her gaze speculative and sharp as she watched him.

Zaeryn noticed that look in her eyes. The playful seductress was gone, replaced by the calculating Marceline.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Zae," she began, her voice back to that smooth, controlled purr. "About what we discussed last night... your... breeding potential."

Zaeryn groaned, letting his head fall back onto the pillows. "We’re really calling it that?"

"It’s exactly what it is," Marceline stated. The playful seductress vanished, replaced instantly by the calculating woman. Her tone turned practical, sharp. "You lack the M-degradation. That, combined with your unique Vitae potential, makes you the single most valuable male in the Queendoms. Perhaps in history."

She walked to the bed and leaned over him, her eyes deadly serious, the heat of their encounter momentarily forgotten. "This doesn’t just make you desirable, Zae. It makes you a political asset. The kind of asset that even Queens will notice."

"Isn’t that a good thing?"