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her
shoulder and she gasped as waves of pleasure hit her. She wanted it and her
body ached for it. But it was…wrong! She took a deep breath to steady her
voice. "Let go." It came out as a whisper, but it was commanding and
more than she had hoped to accomplish with the torrent of lechery that was
coursing through her.
    "And leave you cold?" His hand
brushed her hair off to one side, brushing and exposing the nape of her neck,
while the other stroke her stomach. "That would be ungentlemanly."
    Alethi could do nothing but bite her lips to
keep herself from crying out. She noticed how quickly she was breathing and
cursed herself. He knew he was playing her like a fiddle and she was sounding
out silent notes that told him he was doing things right. She stiffened and
sucked in breath as his lips pressed at the nape of her neck.
    "Am I making you uncomfortable?"
    His hot breath seared her to the core and
any coldness she felt from the waters vanished completely. All she felt were
their bodies touching, his hot breath on her neck and his heartbeats resonating
her own. She shuddered as his fingers moved along her back, tracing her skin
lazily and she knew she was not only wet because of the water.
    "Truly, princess," he whispered,
lips touching her ear and she couldn't help a whimper, "you are exquisite,
but I reckon you would want to bathe in peace. I will leave your new clothes by
the bushes."
    As suddenly as he had come, he vanished. His
body no longer touched hers, but she could still feel him. His thighs caressing
her intimately, his hands teasing her body mercilessly and his breath forcing
fire out the embers of her body. She could not dare look at him. At the man who
had so expertly brought out in her desires that she didn't know existed.
    And the man infuriatingly left her as if
nothing happened!
    She didn't know what was in his mind when he
teased her. His breathing was even and she was unable to notice the tell-tale
signs of arousal she heard her nurse talk about. He was stone, steady as he
rocked her core and made her shiver and whimper.
    At the same time, she was glad he stopped.
She did not know if she would have been able to stop him herself if he did go
further.
    She willed herself to look around and,
confirming that the prince was nowhere to be found, she dashed to the bushes –
only to find out her knees were too weak for the dash. She managed to walk on
shaky legs toward the bushes and picked up the dress.
    It was the purest white she had ever seen
and the cloth was unlike anything she had ever felt. They were so thin, but at
the same time, strong and very much opaque despite its sheerness. She donned
the clothing and it felt even smoother than silk and lighter than even her
thinnest chemise, making her feel like she was wearing nothing at all. It was
perfect, except for the hem that only reached halfway down her thigh. It was
the most scandalous thing she had ever worn, but looking back earlier, she did
notice a few female elves with dresses above their knees. Even so, it did not
make her feel any better.
    She looked down on herself and shook her
head. She could not face the prince in these clothes. They would not provide
any defense against his lechery…and her own. Wearing them, she became very much
aware of the cool night air caressing her thighs – and beyond. Already she
could feel her nipples responding to the feel of wearing nothing. It was then,
she decided, that she needed her old clothes.
    She looked around the bushes for her clothes
and saw that she could not find them. On the ground beside the bushes, where
she was sure she left them were slippers woven in what seemed to be the purest
silver, only it was like cloth to the touch. She sighed and wore them – fitting
her perfectly – eager to find her clothes.
    "Prince Arun?" she called out
unwillingly. He would be the only one who could have known where her clothes
went. She called to him over and over until she found him striding toward her
holding