25. Eleanor

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ELEANOR

E leanor’s held fell back against the basin as she let her muscles relax, slowly being soothed by the warm water. All morning she and Osiris had harvested the fever few, loading up basket after basket to take to Eddy.

Osiris had tried to tell her he did not need her help. Of course, she did not listen. It felt nice to partake in something that brought him peace.

“Would you like some help?” came Osiris’ voice from the doorway.

Eleanor’s head turned to the side, the corners of her lips quirking up as she glanced up at him, his head nowhere in sight. “You’re going to bathe me, Horseman?”

Osiris chuckled as he walked into the bathroom, rolling up his sleeves with his bare hands before kneeling on the ground behind her. “I lost count of how many times I have bathed you in the past few days.”

Dipping his hands into the water, he reached down beside her, grabbing the bar of soap as he began to lather a cloth that had been hanging off the side of the basin.

“Are you complaining?”

“Never,” he whispered, sending a shudder rippling down her spine as his deft hands began their ministrations, raking the soapy cloth over her exposed shoulders. Osiris ran the rough cloth down her chest, circling each breast until her chest was covered in soap. “I should wish to see you like this every day, should you let me.”

Osiris’ shadows began to dip into the water one by one. Her breath hitched as they quickly found her nipples, circling and pinching them as Osiris loomed over her, watching her.

Eleanor began to squirm under his watch. Turning around so she was now resting on her stomach, she leaned her arms on the back of the basin, looking up at him seductively through her eyelashes. She slowly let her eyes trail down, down, past his rigid form and muscles that twitched as he refused to move. Her gaze fell on the bulge forming in his pants.

He had taken her a few times since their night of dancing had turned into so much more, still, she couldn’t believe he had fit inside of her.

Eleanor leaned forward, her face mere inches from his hard cock, earning a warning growl from her being, which only encouraged her to keep going.

Sticking her tongue out, she licked the outline of his cock through his pants, the corners of her mouth twitching up as Osiris’ arms flexed where they rested on the sides of the basin.

“Eleanor,” he warned.

“Horseman,” she breathed out.

Without warning one of his shadows began to tease her pussy, causing her mouth to fall open on a breathless moan.

“What do you wish for, Eleanor?” Osiris asked. His shadows began to tease and caress every inch of her body as he stared down at her, watching her writhe beneath him, becoming a mess from his touch.

“You,” she moaned.

In one swift movement Osiris flicked off his belt, lowering his pants enough to pull out his cock, tapping it on her lips and painting her mouth with his budding seed. He pushed the head of his cock against her lips, urging her to part them. Angling her head back with his shadows, he thrust himself forward, nudging the back of her throat.

She could feel her heart racing, and her chest heaved as the shadow toying with her entrance suddenly filled her with him . She was completely under his mercy as both his shadows and his heft began to thrust ruthlessly inside of her, overwhelming her body with wicked pleasure.Each time his self-control frayed; a tremor of excitement rushed to her core.

Only I can make him bend like this.

Gripping the edges of the basin, her knuckles turning white, she began to twitch and writhe, impaling herself deeper onto his shadow.

Osiris’ hand ran through her hair, supporting her head as he used her mouth.

“That’s it, Eleanor,” he huffed as he pushed himself deeper, yet still not letting her take him to the base.

Eleanor moaned around his cock, her jaw beginning to ache as she took him deeper still. His shadows thrust faster, harder, until—oh. Oh . Eleanor’s eyes rolled back as she released on his shadows, the sounds of water sloshing and heavy breaths filling the room.

With one more thrust, her mouth filled with Osiris’ hot spend. As he slowly pulled out, his cum dripping past her lips and down her chin, she gazed up at him half lost in a haze.

“My Symphony,” Osiris panted, tucking himself away. He reached behind himself, grabbing a new folded cloth. “I think I will need to draw you a new bath.”

Eleanor smiled softly, as Osiris began gingerly wiping her face.