Hotsprings & Onsens by ohboromir

Hotsprings & Onsens

There was nothing better after a hunt than a soak in the springs. Hidden deep in the caves of Oromë’s forests, the hollow was thick with steam, and so warm that sweat beaded on Tyelko’s brow in moments.

He wasted no time, his tunic and trousers dumped in a heap, boots thrown haphazardly on top. Ammë always said he was less house trained than Huan.

“Shall I close my eyes and turn around, cousin?” he taunted, watching Irissë begin to strip out of her leathers, her bow with his own by the entrance.

She did not answer except with a laugh, instead turning her back to him, giving him a perfect view of her – the muscles rippling under smooth brown skin, the perfect curve of her hips, the supple flesh he longed to sink his teeth into. A fine sheen of sweat covered her, and in the faint glow of Laurelin’s light, creeping through the cave opening, she was as beautiful as Vána.

“Get the water, Tyelko.”

He laughed at her. But he did not disobey.

Tyelko was taller than his cousin, by no means the tallest of the family, though he was certainly among the broadest, thick with muscle and strength. He climbed into the pool, hissing at the almost-scalding water, but it was a relief to soak sore muscles, to wash away the grime of the forest.

Submerged to the waist, he turned to look at her and inhaled sharply.

Bare, she sauntered over to him, slow and deliberate. Irissë took her time in climbing up onto the bank, letting him see every curve, every arch, every little scar and callous from the hunt. It made his blood rush.

“You are such a tease, Irissë.”

“Just because you get heated at the mere sight of breasts does not mean I am teasing you, you incorrigible beast.” Irissë laughed, as she draped her legs over his lap, gracefully letting her calf brush against his half-hard cock, taunting. She leaned back against the bank, damp dark curls sticking to her face, the steam shrouding her. Her breast heaved, tawny nipples just begging for his touch.

“But you are teasing me.”

“I am.” Her smile was like a wolf’s grin. “What are you going to do about it, Tyelko?”

He growled, low in his throat. Tyelko had never been one to deny his impulses - especially not in matters of the bed, not when the Lord of the Forests had welcomed him into his band of hunters, into their beds, and his own holy one. He reached out to grab Irissë by the waist.

But his cousin was ready. Her strong hand grasped his wrist and bent it back, but not quite enough to be painful, but he knew a warning when he felt it. Before he could open his mouth to taunt her further, she had risen, fluid as the river, and then she was on his lap, the slick folds of her cunt brushing teasingly against his cock.

With the steam of the spring cloaking her, she looked like a vision from Irmo, half real, faded, as if a ghost returned to haunt his dreams. Tyelko smiled. If he would want anyone to haunt him, it would be her. A ghost ought to be entertaining and while he would not give her his heart – she would not want it, in any case – there was none who amused him like she did.

The dark strands of her hair brushed against his chest, caressing him, as she leaned in to kiss him. She devoured his mouth, hungry and demanding, and Tyelko for once relented, so wound up from her teasing he had no patience for games. Not this time.

Irissë used his distraction effectively, grasping his wrists and pinning them against the bank of the spring. She growled, “Stay still. You would not deny a mistress of the hunt.”

It was true; this was one of his favourites, of their many games, to pretend that one of them was the prey, the other the predator. Tyelko had not expected to become the prey so suddenly. She rolled her hips over him, making him whine like a kicked animal. The hunt had worked up a need in both of them, his desire only more obvious than hers. She raised her hips and sank down onto him. Unified, they groaned, and she pressed her face into the hollow of his neck, grazing with her teeth. His cock throbbed within her, but she did not move.

“Irissë…”

Another biting kiss and then she was riding him with wild abandon, holding him down as she took her pleasure from him. Tyelko kissed and nipped at her throat, her collar, her shoulder, twisting in her grasp to get free, to touch.

She relented and released his hands. Tyelko needed no instruction, one hand cupping her breast and squeezing, twisting her nipple between his roughened fingers. His other hand sank into the water between them, between her legs, to rub circles over her clit the way he knew she liked.

“Tyelko!” Irissë came with a keening wail, impossibly tight as she clenched around him, hotter than the water they sat in, her head thrown back and curls tumbling down her back, chest heaving. Tyelko followed her over the edge, the groans of his pleasure echoing into the cavern, left panting.

Irissë slumped against his chest, catching her breath, and grinning up at him.

“Your turn to hunt next time, Tyelkormo.”