Commission -- A Peaceful Summer at Last 003

As soon as his head hit the pillow that night, he was out like a light. Ritsuka felt like he was sleeping on a cloud, his body sinking blissfully into the mattress and cocooned in warmth, wrapped up in his blanket like a burrito. The bed was that soft, and the pillows were the perfect amount of firm, supporting his head like a gentle caress, and he had the best night of sleep he could ever remember having. It wasn’t until he heard the rustle of his curtain and the sudden flare of sunlight spread across face that he awoke, groggy as the last vestiges of sleep were driven from his mind.

He blinked at the ceiling, briefly admiring the beautiful chandelier that hung above him before turning his head towards the window. A large form was shadowed by the sudden influx of light, their features indistinct, and Ritsuka rubbed at his eyes to focus.

The face that appeared before him was a familiar one but the clothing she wore was new.

“Good morning, Master,” Barghest greeted, her voice soft. “I have taken the liberty of opening the curtains.”

She wore not that revealing outfit from last night nor the monstrous armor she donned in combat. Instead she was dressed as a maid, a simple black dress covered by a white apron – a pinafore – cinched tight around the waist, creating a dramatic contrast between her slender waist and curvaceous bust and hips. Atop her head sat a white maid’s cap, her hair tied up neatly, and her hands were covered in a pair of pretty white gloves. There were hints of color here and there; a multi-hued band around her upper arm, and the ribbon tied just under her chin.

Ritsuka stared at her, stunned.

The expression on her face was gentle.

“I have prepared a change of clothes and they are available in the bathroom. Would you like something to drink to wake you up?”

“Uh… sure,” he said without thinking, his brain still trying to catch up.

She bowed gracefully and left the room, only to return with a trolley. She wheeled it in and sitting on top was a freshly prepared kettle, mug and saucer. No, there were two kettles.

“Tea or coffee?” she asked.

“Er – tea?”

She selected the kettle on the left, lifting it up and pouring it into the mug. Ritsuka was hit with the scent of herbal tea at once, the smell alone lifting some of the fog that muffled his thoughts.

“Milk? Sugar?”

“No, thank you.”

She handed him the saucer with the mug on top, and Ritsuka carefully sipped at the tea she had prepared. It wasn’t anything he had tried before, perhaps something favored in the west? But it was nice, the heat seeping into his body as he sipped at it, the herbal notes chasing away the final bits of sleep and activating his brain.

“Are you hungry?” Barghest asked.

“I am,” he confirmed. “But Barghest… what is this?”

“I guess I need to explain. For various reasons, I have been assigned as head waiter of this hotel. I have been put in charge of the room you are staying in. Master is a VIP guest, and so it is only natural that I, as head waiter, should be exclusively yours. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask.”

What were those various reasons, he almost asked – but then decided that it really didn’t matter. He wasn’t opposed to this situation. Not at all. It was just surprising. Though did she really have to say that she was ‘exclusively his’? That made it sound a lot naughtier than it should have otherwise been.

“You look good,” he said, smiling. “I didn’t think it would but… that uniform suits you.”

“I thank you,” she bowed again. “May I get you some food?”

“Uh – yeah, thank you.”

“Do you want anything in particular?”

He wasn’t very fussy. “Anything will do.”

She hurried out and Ritsuka spent his time finishing off his tea. Another trolley must have been prepared because in less than a minute, she returned. There was a plate covered by a cloche, and when she lifted it away, steam escaped, as well as the wonderful scent of freshly fried bacon, eggs, mushrooms and toast. On the side there was a small bowl filled with baked beans.

“Your breakfast, Master.”

A traditional English breakfast.

“Thank you, Barghest. This looks great.”

Finished with his tea, he set it aside and allowed her to pamper him, lifting the tray and settling it on his lap after he scooted back to get more comfortable. She then presented a small bell, giving it a ring.

It chimed pleasantly.

“I shall now attend to my other duties as your maid. If you require any assistance, please do not hesitate to ring the bell.”

She set it down on the trolley by his bed before giving him a curtsy.

“Please enjoy your meal.”

Then she was gone, a flutter of black and white as she vanished through the door.

What were her other duties? Shaking his head, he dug in. The bacon was crisp and smoky, the eggs a little runny. The toast was perfectly crunchy and the mushrooms were flavorful, seasoned with salt, pepper and garlic, and tossed in smoked paprika. The beans were silky smooth and soft, the sauce rich with vibrant, deep flavors. Once he started, he didn’t stop, devouring it until not even smudges of yolk remained on the plate, practically licking it clean.

...he was hungrier than he thought.

Setting the tray aside, he slipped out of bed, stretching his arms above his head until his back gave a satisfying pop. Sighing, he padded over to the window and peered out at the vast ocean. People were already on the beach, and in the water. He spied jet skis cutting through the water in what appeared to be a race.

Checking the time, he saw that it was already almost ten o’clock.

He’d really slept in.

It must have been those amazing meat skewers from that stall the previous night. They had sapped all his strength, they’d tasted so good. Alongside a day in the sun, he’d passed out as soon as he returned to the hotel.

He made his way over to the bathroom and saw that just as Barghest had said, she had prepared clothes for him. This time his swimming trunks were a bright red with white patterns, and a simple black tank top. Stepping into the shower, Ritsuka spent the next ten minutes just enjoying the hot spray, soaking in the heat and breathing in the steam before lathering his hair with shampoo, rinsing, and then applying conditioner. He scrubbed his body thoroughly, and then spent another five minutes just allowing the spray to remove all the suds before he was ready to step out.

Drying off, he dressed and left the bathroom. He wondered if he should ring the bell for clean up but quickly saw that his dishes had already been taken away, as well as the trolleys. Only the bell remained, sitting quietly on the bedside table.

Impeccable service from Barghest-chan.

Gathering his wallet and sunglasses, he popped the latter on his head before leaving his penthouse suite and riding the elevator down to the lobby. There were a few Servants loitering around but a pair that immediately caught his attention were a certain duo of storytellers.

William Shakespeare was dressed not for the beach or even the warm climate, remaining in his usual refined heavy green jacket overtop a matching jerkin, and his typical brown trousers and boots. Around his neck was a loosely tied red scarf, his beard trimmed neatly while his hair was tousled messily. Clasped in one hand was a book, open upon his palm as he read a verse from its pages.

Next to him seated on a bench was Scheherazade, her expression cool as she listened to him narrate one of his plays.

“The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood, O cross! too high to be enthrall’d to low. Or else misgraffed in respect of years, O spite! too old to be engag’d to young. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends, O hell! to choose love by another’s eye.”

Scheherazade spotted him, her expression switching from polite listener to excitement, swiftly standing, Shakespeare pausing before he could begin anew. Ritsuka watched as they exchanged words before she approached, her movements graceful and alluring.

Today she was wearing a long, sheer white robe, so thin it was almost completely see through, showing off her wonderful dark skin and the black bikini she wore underneath, cupping her pert rear and large, shapely breasts. The way she moved was almost cat like, her hips rolling sensually as she adjusted the airy robe to hug her body more aggressively, clinging to her prominent swells. Ritsuka felt momentarily spellbound before shaking his head.

“Scheherazade,” he greeted happily.

“Master,” she returned softly.

“How are you this morning?”

“I am well,” she said, her full, lush lips pulling into a gentle smile. “Would you like some company, Master?”

“Of course,” he replied at once.

“May I?” she gestured at his arm, and when he nodded, she thread her arm through his, pulling her body alongside his own. His skin tingled where she touched him. “Shall we?”

Walking arm in arm, they left the hotel and made their way down to the beach. He’d spent the entire day on the sands yesterday, so he was keen to get into the water and swim. There was one problem, though.

He’d forgotten to bring a towel.

Luckily there was a stall to purchase such a thing.

Though when he saw the price, he wasn’t sure he read it right.

“...is this correct?” he asked the young woman behind the counter. She nodded, her smile strained. “Oh.”

Thirty American dollars just for one seemed a little… steep? Especially when it was just a basic, run of the mill beach towel. There was nothing special about it, the sort of thing you could pick up for cheap at a basic retail store. Though he knew tourist spots tended to mark things up to prey upon wealthy visitors. Scheherazade watched as he paid for two, one for each of them.

“Thank you for your business~!” the woman said, trying to sound cheerful. Ritsuka smiled awkwardly.

This was the same feeling he felt the day before. He had a pretty good feeling that Koyanskaya was behind this, somehow. Even though all the people here were from Chaldea, he wouldn’t put it past her to try take all of their money.

This was the ruthless business woman in full effect.

“Master?” Scheherazade asked, leaning against him.

“Sorry, I was just thinking of something unpleasant,” he told her. “I’m fine.”

He wasn’t going to let her ruin his day.

“Come on. How about we go for a swim?”

They found a nice spot beneath some towering palm trees, providing adequate shade. Rolling out their towels, Ritsuka pulled off his tank top, folding it up neatly and placing it down on top of his towel. Removing his sandals, he removed his sunglasses.

Scheherazade let her robe fall away, the material flowing down her body like liquid to pool at her feet. Gathering her long hair, she tied it up in a messy bun.

Ritsuka noticed something off about her.

“Scheherazade?”

“Yes, Master?”

“Are you okay?” her expression looked a little stiff, wooden.

She considered him for a moment. “Master, I must confess… I have never gone swimming in the ocean before.”

“Oh.”

Swimming in a pool and swimming in the ocean were two completely different things, and while she was a Heroic Spirit, she was also only human. In a pool, you didn’t have to worry about things like waves or currents, or even things like sharks.

Not that a shark would find any easy prey here. Even those supreme hunters of the sea wouldn’t dare try a Servant.

“We won’t go very deep,” he promised. “The water appears to be pretty shallow unless you go out far.”

She nodded, though he could feel her nervousness. Taking her hand, he thread their fingers together.

“I’ll be with you.”

She looked surprised for a second before smiling, fixing him with a warm look. “Thank you, Master.”

The water was warm. They made their way in, the gentle waves lapping at their feet. They spent some time here, the water no deeper than their ankles, enjoying the soft ocean breeze that helped drive away some of the heat of the sun. Soon they moved deeper, the water around their knees, and then their waist. Ritsuka kept her hand in his the whole way, and he could feel her tension ease away as they simply let the ocean embrace them.

“Feels good, right?” he asked.

She nodded. “It does. I like feeling the sand between my toes.”

Ritsuka couldn’t deny she looked a vision in the light of the mid-morning sun, the water parting around her body as she moved a little deeper. He followed her until the small waves lapped at the underside of her breasts.

Further out, he saw the jet skis that he’d spied from the window. Now that he was closer, he could make out who was riding them. In the lead was Miyamoto Musashi, crouched low as she pushed her vehicle to the limit. Right behind her and appearing not to take the race very seriously was Quetzalcoatl. Her skill at riding was leagues above but she seemed content to cruise behind Musashi without a care, her tanned skin glistening in the spray of the sea, her fit, slender body and impressive bust covered by a pretty red two piece bikini.

And bringing up the rear was…

“Stop this ridiculous behavior at once!” Artoria Saber shouted, face irate as her jet ski was rammed from the side. She was wearing her white bikini from the day before. “We’re going to lose because of your illogical actions!”

“Illogical?” Nero fired back, outraged. “As long as I defeat you, nothing else matters! Red is superior to Blue!”

Nero was wearing a red one piece with a thong backside, the cheeks of her well sculpted butt reflecting the light of the sun, her breasts cupped aggressively by the tight garment. Turning her jet ski, she rammed into Saber again, kicking up a large spray of water.

“An Emperor is greater than a King~!” Nero continued to holler.

“What did you just say~!?” Saber shouted in return, ramming her back. They both almost toppled off, their mounts wobbling dangerously. “I will not let such an insult stand!”

Scheherazade watched with a blank expression as they zoomed by, the distance between them and Quetzalcoatl only growing as they continued to bicker and impede each other’s progress.

“Kings are troublesome existences, are they not, Master?”

“Ah… hah?”

It was nice to see them having fun but Ritsuka wanted them to get along.

Scheherazade stretched her arms high above her head, drawing his attention to the way droplets of water cascaded down the soft skin of her slender arms. Peeking at him from the corner of her green eyes, she smiled.

Ritsuka cleared his throat. “Do you know how to float?”

She shook her head softly. “I do not.”

“Do you want to learn?”

She blinked at him, head tilting slightly. “Do I wish to learn?”

“I can teach you. If you want.”

Scheherazade opened her mouth and then shut it, considering. “I would very much like that, Master.”

“Okay, turn around and face away from me,” she did as he said, presenting her back. “Make sure to keep your breathing steady and calm, and lean back with your shoulders. That’s it – and now bring your shoulder blades together, almost like you are pushing your chest out.”

Ritsuka placed his hands beneath her back, feeling how soft and smooth her rich, dark skin was. This was hardly the first time he had ever touched her but it was a marvel every time, taking a moment to enjoy the physical contact. Her shapely breasts thrust out above the water and he had a perfect view of her cleavage, the swells of her tits coming together.

“Like this, Master?” she asked coyly.

“You’re doing well,” he said, knowing she was trying to get a rise out of him. “Okay, now bring your hips up until you align with the water. Squeeze your – uh, butt and raise your pelvis.”

Scheherazade followed his instructions, her belly rising to the surface of the water. “Now lift your chin up and allow your legs to follow.”

Green eyes peered up at him as she completely reclined, her wonderful, wet body surfacing from the tips of her cute toes to her slender yet plump thighs, flat tummy and more. Ritsuka swallowed, keeping his hands spread on her back.

“Make sure to keep your breathing steady,” he said softly.

“This feels nice,” she confessed. “A little like reclining in the bath, only the water is moving.”

“If you aren’t careful, you can float away.”

“Mhm – that wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”

Ritsuka could appreciate the sentiment. To just… float away without a care, to just live in the moment and not worry about anything else but now. No incineration of humanity, the destruction of human history, no alien god, no calamities to speak of – just the world as it had always existed, beautiful and alive, and the ability to just… let go.

Be free. Be Fujimaru Ritsuka, the person. Not Fujimaru Ritsuka, the Master.

That wasn’t to say he regretted any of this. If he wasn’t a Master, he wouldn’t have met all these amazing figures from history. But sometimes it was nice to think about a normal life with normal problems, even if he wouldn’t trade his current life for that one.

Because such a life wouldn’t have Artoria in it, or Barghest, or Scheherazade. It wouldn’t have Illya or Chloe, da Vinci, Iskandar, Nero, Mordred, EMIYA, Ushiwakamaru, and so many more.

Even Koyanskaya – troublemaker that she was.

And it wouldn’t have Mash.

That wasn’t a life he was willing to live in, even if he thought about it from time to time.

“It wouldn’t,” he confirmed. “But I think I would much rather be here.”

Green eyes watched him, filled with curiosity. “Is that so?”

“It is.”

“I am glad that Master is here,” she said, smiling. “And I am glad that it was such a gracious and compassionate man that summoned me. You are a Master worth following, even though I am ill suited to the battlefield.”

“You’ve helped more than you know, Scheherazade. Your advice has been invaluable at times.”

“Just my advice?”

Ritsuka felt his neck get a little hot, and it wasn’t from the sun.

Scheherazade giggled, the sound alluring and pretty, just as she was. “As you know, the bedroom is more my domain.”

He did.

When she looked at him with those eyes and that expression, he found it difficult not to get caught up in the moment. Staring down at her, Ritsuka found himself leaning forward slightly.

“Master,” she whispered, lips parting as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. He moved closer.

“Watch out~!” someone screamed, and then there was absolute chaos.

Ritsuka saw a flash of blinding light in the corner of his eye, a halo of flame, and then...

BOOM~!

Something hit the water hard, a shock wave of displayed air ringing out as one moment, they were in calm seas – and then the next, Ritsuka found himself upside down, tumbling through the water, holding his breath as he was washed ashore, thrown aside like a ragdoll. Shock and confusion clouded his thoughts for a moment, cheek pressed to wet sand before he shakily rose up on all fours, looking around.

What had just happened…?

A number of Servants came running over, panicked.

“Master,” the first to arrive was Ereshkigal, her slender body clad in a black, red and gold one piece that highlighted her svelte figure. Her long golden hair was not in the usual twin tails but just a simple ponytail, though it was offset to the left side slightly. “Master, are you okay?”

Gentle fingers cupped his cheek as he nodded.

“Hector,” Siegfried scolded, arms crossed over his broad chest. He would have looked quite relaxed in his blue Hawaiian shirt and black shorts if not for the frown on his face as he addressed the culprit – or rather, culprits. “Achilles.”

Hector cringed, looking truly apologetic. “Master, I apologize.”

Achilles looked equally contrite, the proud hero bowing his head. “Are you hurt, Master?”

“I – I’m fine,” Ritsuka blinked at the pair of them. “What happened?”

They glanced at one another awkwardly, rubbing their necks. Ereshkigal scowled.

“These idiots thought it would be a good idea to have a duel on the beach. You’re lucky your Noble Phantasm didn’t hit him!” She looked well and truly peeved. “He threw his dumb spear and Achilles parried it.”

Noble Phantasm? Wait… oh, so that had been Durindana Pilum, the Ultimate Unbroken Spear. Though it must have been at its lowest output. If it hadn’t been, it would have done tremendous damage. Nor would Achilles have been able to simply parry it.

“Perhaps we shouldn’t use Noble Phantasms on the beach,” Ritsuka advised. “...Even weakened ones.”

Hector sagged. “Yes, Master.”

“We are sorry, Master.” Achilles added. “Our actions were reckless. Please forgive us.”

Ritsuka paused, suddenly remembering something. “Wait, have any of you seen Scheherazade?”

He quickly got to his feet, looking around wildly, searching for her. Thankfully it didn’t take very long at all for several meters away, a familiar body lay in the sand.

She wasn’t moving.

“Scheherazade!” he called, rushing over. He heard Siegfried say something, probably scolding them more but he ignored it, quickly making his way over to the fallen Servant. “Scheherazade, are you okay?”

Crouching by her side, he immediately noticed that she was awake. Though one look at her face told him everything he needed to know. Her eyes were wide in shock, in what could be described as a thousand yard stare. Hands clasped between her bountiful breasts, she was muttering something under her breath.

Leaning in, he caught the words ‘died’ and ‘almost’ and ‘drowned’.

“Scheherazade,” he said gently, slowly placing a hand on her arm. She tensed. “It’s just me.”

She turned her head slightly. “Master?”

“That’s right.”

“Master, we’re under attack!” she burst out, seizing him by the arms. “We were almost killed! We need to—”

“Hah… aha,” he laughed awkwardly, cutting her panic off. “It’s alright. We aren’t under attack, Scheherazade. It was just… a reckless discharge.”

“...What?”

He explained what happened but it didn’t seem to lighten any of her stress, her eyes narrowed and mouth pulled tight. Scheherazade wasn’t a coward – but she held a powerful fear of death. It was one of the reasons why, as she said, she wasn’t particularly suited for the battlefield. Her hands tightened, her knuckles taut – and Ritsuka made a decision.

“How about we go back to the hotel?” he suggested. “We can relax a bit and maybe even get a bite to eat?”

She nodded, her expression still tense. “I… would like that, Master.”

He helped her stand, a hand lingering on her waist as she leaned against him.

“See what you idiots did?” he overheard Ereshkigal say. “You scared Scheherazade half to death.”

The walk back to the hotel was made in silence, stopping only briefly to collect their towels and sandals. Ritsuka held her hand this time, their fingers laced together, and she rested her weight against his shoulder. Chloe spotted them just outside and looked like she was going to approach, but managed to read the situation at a glance, allowing them to pass without a word.

“Where would you like to go?” he asked softly.

“...Your room will be fine,” she said.

They took the elevator and soon found themselves at his penthouse suite. Removing their sandals, he led Scheherazade to the bathroom.

“Have a shower,” he said, gesturing to her legs. They were covered in sand. “And I’ll have them bring something for you to eat. Is there anything you want?”

She thought about it for a moment. “Chocolate would be nice – and maybe some ice cream.”

“Right.”

“Strawberries,” she continued. “Grapes.”

“Okay.”

“Maybe some cheesecake.”

“Cheesecake, got it.”

“Don’t forget the whipped cream.”

She wanted to be pampered, that much was clear. He wasn’t opposed to such a thing.

“I’ll order everything now, you wash up.”

When she stepped into the bathroom, Ritsuka entered the bedroom. The bell that Barghest had left with him was still there, sitting innocently on the bedside table. Picking it up, he inspected it closely. Was this simply just a bell? Or was it some type of Mystic Code?

Deciding to give it a try, he gave it a ring. It chimed loudly and not even a few seconds had gone by when he heard the door to the suite open.

“Master,” Barghest announced. “You have rang and I have come. How may I serve?”

That was fast. It wasn’t an ordinary bell, that was for sure.

“Barghest,” he greeted her, joining her in the main room. “I was wondering if I could get some food delivered.”

“Certainly. What do you desire?”

He listed off all the things Scheherazade had mentioned.

“I shall return shortly,” Barghest bowed.

True to her word, it can’t have taken more than five minutes to get everything and bring it up. Wheeling in a couple of trolleys, he saw everything he had asked for and more. Orange, green and red jelly wobbled enticingly as she wheeled them over next to the bar.

“Is there anything else you require, Master?”

“Uh, no – that’s all, Barghest. Thank you.”

“Just ring and I shall come, your very own personal maid,” another bow, and then she swept out of the room.

She was really getting into it, wasn’t she?

When Scheherazade stepped out of the bathroom, she was dressed in nothing but a fluffy bathrobe. He waved her over to the couch and when she sat, he presented her with their bounty. She no longer appeared quite as stressed as she did before, the shower having bled some of the tension out of her muscles but she wasn’t completely herself yet.

A good pampering was in order.

Ritsuka handed her a bowl of ice cream and jelly, and when she was finished with that, next came the strawberries with whipped cream. Hooded green eyes watched him as he held out the fruit and she leaned forward, opening her mouth to receive her treat. Perfect teeth bit down, the red flesh parting as juices exploded inside her mouth.

“Mmm,” she hummed in appreciation. “These are good.”

He kept feeding her, taking one for himself for every five he popped into her mouth. When they ran out of strawberries, he was about to get up and grab the chocolate when a pair of feminine feet slid into his lap.

“Rub my feet for me?” she asked.

Ritsuka grinned. “Okay.”

This wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this for her. As his hands cupped her feet, she shivered. Running his fingers across the top of her foot, his thumb caressed the sole, finding the graceful arch and pressing in firmly. He could feel how tense she still was, and so he massaged her feet gently, rubbing his thumb in circles until she leaned back with a sigh, her back arching slightly.

“Mmmnng – that’s it. That feels so good, Master.”

She had slender feet with cute, rounded toes. Small and beautiful, one hand cupped her heel while the other slowly kneaded its way up towards the ball of the foot. When one of his fingers slipped between her toes, she giggled, nearly tearing her foot away.

“Master, not there,” she crooned. “That tickles.”

He didn’t listen, slipping another finger between her toes, rolling his wrist to rotate the end of her foot. Scheherazade moaned low in her throat.

“Ah~!” she squirmed, the robe parting around her plump thighs. Plains of blemish free, smooth brown skin was revealed to him. Her most precious place was shielded by nothing more than the position of her thighs and the flimsy bathrobe. “Master.”

He moved to the other foot, giving it the same treatment. With so much of her legs exposed, that teasing hint of her crotch so close at hand, Ritsuka felt his body react. His cock rapidly swelled in his shorts, his heart rate picking up, pumping furiously to supply his length with blood. He couldn’t get enough of how soft and smooth her skin was, and after he was done with her feet, his hands moved higher.

“Oh, yes – right there,” she pinned him with a sultry smile. Her green eyes gleamed with excitement. Any tension from her near death experience had faded away, leaving behind a woman who knew how to unman someone with a mere glance. “A little higher, Master.”

He rubbed her slender calves, squeezing them. Scheherazade shuffled her hips side to side, and the bathrobe opened a little more. Ritsuka felt his cock throb powerfully, and his fingers tightened around her leg.

“Oh,” she said breathlessly, eyes darting down. “It seems you’ve got quite a bit of tension built up yourself, Master.”

She stared at his covered cock, tenting his shorts aggressively.

“I guess I do,” he returned, moving higher. His fingers tickled the backs of her knees and she gasped, her thighs falling open.

Nestled between her beautiful plump thighs was a valley of womanhood, her slit already puffy and slick. Her pussy was slightly parted, drooling over the curve of her butt, inner labia unfurled like an exotic flower, open and inviting. The contrast between her brown skin and her tender pink insides was an alluring sight, Ritsuka swallowing as his cock thumped in time with his heart beat.

“Mmn – Master,” she cooed, hands teasing the insides of her thighs, nails raking across her skin. “I think you need to pamper me here.”

Above her weeping hole was her clitoris, protruding slightly from the hood. Above even that was a neat strip of well maintained hair, a black stripe that carpeted her prominent mons. The scent of her arousal met him, musky, deep; the smell of a woman wishing to be claimed by a man.

“Will you pamper me here, Master?” Scheherazade asked coyly.