READ WEBNOVEL Washing Away the Sin
I wrap my arm around Opalina's side and pull her closer to my body without any hesitation. The water shifts as she accepts this and presses her side firmly against me. I know my answer, and I tell it to her as bluntly as possible. "There's not a single reason in all the Realms that would make me reject you."
Opalina is quiet. She didn't expect me to just let things go as they are, and she's unsure how to handle it. "Were you not listening? I think I gave you more than enough reasons." She laughs a sad laugh and turns away, almost like she wants me to judge her even when I strongly believe it's not my place to do so. "Dear, we aren't just talking about one or two casualties in my research, nor even a handful..."
I shake my head, accepting what she has to say but making a crucial distinction about it. "That was Daphne Nightshade," I tell her. "I don't see any point in judging Opalina Hart for the crimes of a dead woman."
While she's far too strong to cry over this, Opalina clings tighter to me as her emotions wash over her.
A lot of what was revealed to me tonight is indeed terrifying. It's indisputable that Opalina used to embody just about every trait shared by the evilest and most powerful Mages of Karnalle. She performed frequent human experimentation, possessed little regard for life, and admitted to dabbling in dangerous magic that could've hurt many people if mishandled or if it fell into the wrong hands. If all that wasn't enough, Opalina was apparently so bad that the Council of Archsages themselves cast her out of Mithimere. Sure, she won't tell me why they exiled her, but I imagine she would've at least said something in her own defense if it was unjust.
The worst Mages are little more than sociopaths who view the world as a puzzle meant to be solved at any cost... yet... the woman sitting here with me naked in the bathtub? She isn't like that at all. Not for as long as I've known her.
This is a woman who would hold me to her chest for hours on end, stroking my hair and comforting me while my eyes throbbed with pain. Someone who was there for me when I had no one else and who did her best to make sure I had everything I needed to live on my own. She cooked for me, bought me books, helped me study, she came up with quizzes and exams to help me learn how to run a Guild. On top of all that, she never missed a birthday, a holiday, or any other excuse to spoil me with presents no matter how many times I told her not to.
Is it shallow of me to forgive Opalina of her sins just because I love her? Probably. But I can't just overwrite the twenty-seven years I've spent loving her. I wouldn't be the man I am today without Opalina Hart. Whoever she used to be before she took that name doesn't matter to me.
"I love you, Opal," I say in no uncertain terms. "I always have, and I always will."
All she manages to say back to me in response is, "Gods, I don't deserve you..." It's clear that Opalina doesn't feel the best about me just moving past it. Still, I don't think that allowing her to wallow in it and giving in to her admittedly understandable desire for judgment is the best option, either.
I shake my head and laugh under my breath, water falling off of my hair in tiny droplets. "I'm not that special."
Opalina looks up at me, raising a powerful eyebrow of doubt and sending it my way.
"Aside from that Hero of Light nonsense, and the magical sex stamina, and... alright, fine. What I'm trying to say is that I only turned out as 'well' as I did is because you were there for me every step of the way."
The Mage laughs, "Now you have me wondering if all the other Heroes of Light were as humble as you."
"Oh, I wouldn't say I'm humble. I'm plenty full of myself when it comes to certain things."
"Is that right?" She pulls away, smiling deliciously with her full lips. "Well, I suppose there are one or two legitimate reasons for you to be full of yourself..." Opalina whispers as her hand finds my abs underwater before she brushes it down my body to teasingly grasp my manhood.
"Mmm..." I move closer, cornering her against the corner of the tub. "Nothing puts me in a mood for making love quite like heavy discussions about one's dark and checkered past."
Opalina blushes, suddenly self-aware but nonetheless still fondling me down there. "It's only weird if you make it."
"Then let's make it weird. Stand up and put your arms in his." I say, pointing up at the gargoyle lingering overhead. It has outstretched, stony arms perfect for use as support.
"...Really?" Opalina smirks as she rises from the tub. Her wet, mist-shrouded, and curvaceous body glistens while reflecting the whims of the flickering blue candlelight. "You're a naughty boy, thinking of such kinky ideas..." She giggles as I stare up at her naked form. The witch's neatly trimmed bush drips down her mound as she spreads her legs, releasing a stream of trickling fluid that makes her womanhood seem all the more inviting.
I ignore her teasing and instead rise halfway out of the tub, intent on making her feel loved before anything else. Once she picks up on my intention, she smiles nervously and looks down into my eyes. "You did that yesterday, Sweetheart... as much as I appreciate it, you don't have to eat me out every single... oh... oh, my..." Opalina gets distracted as I spread her lips with my fingers and begin to kiss her as soft and gently as I can.
I take my love in such a different direction than last night that the Mage is quickly lost amid dreamy coos of pleasure. My lover starts warming up to my kissing advances more by the second until she unintentionally wraps her meaty thighs around my head. As much as I love their softness and their warmth suffocating my face, I have to take my left hand to push one leg aside so I can breathe. With this freedom, I shove my strong middle finger up to my knuckle inside her slippery pink and start rubbing upwards.
Opalina lets out a sweet cry as soon as she feels the tip of my finger perfectly poking and prodding at her sweet spot. Her adorable noises are made even more precious as I switch the area covered by my sensual kisses to focus entirely on her swollen clit. It peeks out of her hood until I fully free it and begin lavishing it with my affectionate lips and tongue. She twists her hips in reaction to every little thing I do to her womanly body. Eventually, she grips the hands of the gargoyle for stability as I ramp my methods up in intensity over a gradual period.
It isn't long before I have her gushing against my finger in a beautiful climax that claims her entirely. Mist steams out around her breath as Opalina moans her satisfaction with glee. Every step of the way, I continue to thrust in and stroke her where she likes it most, my finger getting bathed in her warm, escaping love juices as a reward for its service. The witch looks down on me with glazed eyes, making her look more vulnerable than I'm used to seeing. I guess one takeaway from this conversation is that nobody's perfect- not even the woman I spent most of my life respecting. Opalina needs love and attention just as much as anyone else does, and there's no one else but me who can give it to her.
I let the mature woman rest for a moment as I walk away to where my lover left the thick, syrupy soap she must have been carrying around in her bra. Bringing it back to Opalina, I uncap the bottle and stand on the bath steps so that we're mostly level. She looks at me with an embarrassed smile, insisting, "I was planning to use that on you, you know..."
"Too late for that. You’re the one getting spoiled tonight," Lukewarm pink soap oozes out of the bottle onto Opalina’s generous chest as I tilt it on its side. "Think you can handle it?"
"It's not how I typically prefer things to go," She gazes lovingly into my eyes, allowing me to take in the beauty of her pleasant purple stare. "But what can I say? Maybe I should trust you..."
"You should. I trust you, after all." Once I've emptied the bottle a third, more than enough for the both of us, my hands seek out her chest. I begin massaging the lotion over her massive breasts and around her shoulders, savoring the sensation of her soft skin. Opalina starts to moan again as the contact between us increases, especially as she feels my firm hands running soap purposefully over her pink, pointy nipples.
The soap activates the more I rub it into her shoulders and arms, creating a swath of pink bubbles obscuring Opalina's beautiful and shiny skin. Now that it covers her upper torso almost wholly, I push my body against hers and start grinding myself into my feminine companion. Wasting no time at all, I take her soft, pillowy lips in a long and licentious kiss, equal parts romantic and lewd. Opalina runs her soapy hands along my side as we kiss, ensuring I'm not left out from a good, proper cleaning. With my pressing against her, there's no risk of falling despite the gargoyle no longer holding her up. Opalina's hands find more exploratory places to be, however. She trails them both between our hips to take my erect cock in her grip.
After having her fill with rubbing me down and making me moan into our kiss, Opalina slips me between her thighs. Then, she pushes the small of my back forward, inviting me between her crevice as the top of my shaft grinds up against her lips with every thrust. Seeing no reason to deny the pleasure she wishes to gift us both, I motion my hips back and forth. A surge of erotic bliss takes over my slippery manhood. Opalina pulls away from my lips to rest her head back against the gargoyle's shoulder, her own lips parted in an open display of satisfaction.
Her heated moaning increases the more I drag my cock in and out of her meaty thighs until finally, Opalina can no longer rub the soap into the muscles of my back. She's too distracted by the incessant throttling of her lips coming from my swollen cock. Lewd and slick slapping noises echo into the bath, coupled with sensual groans coming from both of us. Opalina digs her nails into my back before scratching one of the many marks Cherry left on me. Or maybe it was one of Snow's? It's hard to tell at this point. It hurts for only a moment before she realizes it and moves her hands back to the gargoyle.
"Don't stop, Dear..." She utters with her low, husky voice between feverish moans.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
It's better like this anyway, as now I can grip her sizable hips with more power and really start pounding those thighs with feverish determination. The rougher I get, the less comprehensive Opalina's rambling moans become. Glad to see she's enjoying herself while I spoil her, even if I'm getting more preoccupied with my own growing pleasure by the second. My rushing pays off in the end as Opalina eventually caves before I do, her creamy liquid and her screaming signaling her second climax of the night.
The warmth of her sexual fluids mixing against my soapy cock pushes me over the edge, and with one final thrust, I shoot my load into her slick thighs. Cum erupts out of me in thick waves, making a total mess of her body. My thrusting continues with every wave, and eventually, my head pokes out on the other side, blasting semen all over the hips of the stone gargoyle situated behind Opalina. Someone's going to have to clean that, but I'll let Bertrand figure it out.
"Did my thighs feel that good, Sweetheart?" Opalina giggles after tilting her head forward to look at me.
"They sure did," I tell her, sealing the fact with a kiss. "But they aren't enough to satisfy me."
"Mmn. It would be a shame if they did... how do you want me?" The witch asks, not satisfied to leave things off here and wash off.
"How indeed?" I have an idea, but considering she threw her back out yesterday, I've got to be careful about it...
