Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 520: In the waterfall [4]

A moment of intense intimacy passed, and Freya gently lifted her head from his chest, her verdant eyes still clouded with a deep satisfaction.

Her gaze drifted towards the shimmering pool nestled at the base of the cascading waterfall.

"Let's swim..."

Brandon offered a warm smile, helping her to her feet. Taking her hand, they ambled down the gentle incline towards the inviting water.

The soft grass soon yielded to smooth, cool stones, and the thunderous rush of the waterfall grew more pronounced as they drew nearer.

Freya stepped into the water first, a soft gasp escaping her lips at the refreshing coolness.

She waded deeper, the water rising to her waist, before turning to face him, her form illuminated by the ethereal moonlight, completely unadorned.

Tiny droplets adorned her skin, tracing mesmerizing paths down her full curves and the elegant line of her hips.

"Come in," she beckoned.

Brandon joined her, the water cool and welcoming as he waded closer.

Freya let out a soft peal of laughter and moved backward, drawing him further into the pool until the water embraced their chests.

They swam together for a time, their movements playful and languid.

Freya submerged herself beneath the surface, then resurfaced near him, a cascade of giggles erupting as water streamed down her face and body.

Brandon encircled her waist, drawing her flush against him.

Her breath hitched as his palms cupped her breasts, gently squeezing the heavy, yielding flesh.

The cool water seemed to heighten her skin's sensitivity.

He kneaded them slowly, his thumbs grazing her hardening nipples, rolling and pinching with tender pressure.

"Ah... Kael..."

He pressed her breasts together, lifting them so they floated like orbs on the water's surface, then squeezed them firmly.

Freya nestled her body closer to his, her legs wrapping around his waist in the embrace of the water.

Brandon kissed her neck, his lips seeking the sensitive skin, his hand continuing its delightful exploration of her breast while the other slid down to grasp her buttocks, pulling her tighter against him.

---

The roar of the waterfall seemed to soften as Brandon carried Freya through the pool, navigating towards the shallower edge where the water only reached their waists.

Freya remained entwined with him, her legs clasped around his waist and her arms fastened around his neck.

She buried her face in his neck, peppering soft, affectionate kisses there as he gently lowered them both into the shallows.

Once they were standing, Freya slowly uncoiled from his body until her feet met the smooth stones beneath.

She looked up at him, a tender smile gracing her lips, "Let me take care of you."

She dipped her hands into the water, then began to trace gentle paths over his body.

Her palms glided over his broad shoulders, down his sculpted arms, across his firm chest, and over the defined planes of his abdomen.

Brandon remained still, his eyes soft as he observed her ministrations as her hands journeyed lower.

She knelt slightly in the shallow water, her palms moving down his thighs, then back up, tending to him with careful attention.

Her fingers brushed lightly against his barely-hardened cock, stroking it softly with wet hands before returning to his hips and waist.

She rose once more, pressing her body against his as she encircled him, continuing to massage his back and shoulders beneath the water's surface.

Brandon's hands rested on her waist as he spoke in a quiet tone, "Freya... I intended for our relationship to unfold slowly."

She stilled her movements, her gaze lifting to meet his.

"I didn't wish to hasten anything between us... or with Amelia. I wanted time to cultivate our bond."

He gently cupped her face, his thumb caressing her cheek as his eyes held hers.

"However, I must depart soon. Not permanently... but for a duration. You understand I cannot remain solely within the Empire indefinitely, as there are more dungeons and towers to conquer."

"Tomorrow, my journey will take me to Cene."

Freya's expression shifted, a seriousness settling upon her features as she leaned into his comforting touch.

He lowered his head, pressing a gentle kiss upon her forehead.

"That is precisely why I cannot approach things at the leisurely pace I had envisioned. Time is not on my side at this juncture."

Freya remained silent for a moment, absorbing his words. Then, she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him into a fierce embrace.

"I understand," she whispered against his skin. "I will not ask you to remain if your path leads elsewhere. But... promise me you will return."

Brandon returned her embrace, "I promise. I will come back. To you... and to Amelia."

Freya pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, "Then, until the moment you must leave..." she murmured, her lips meeting his in a soft kiss.

"...allow me to be with you as much as time permits."

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Freya stared at Brandon, a flicker of astonishment crossing her face as he produced a towel seemingly from nowhere. "H-Huh? Where did that cloth materialize from? That other time too, you produced that sword out of thin air."

With a light chuckle, he revealed the ring adorning his finger, "I store such items within this ring."

He had found it necessary to alter the ring's appearance and had concocted a story for Rheanne, claiming he had fortuitously discovered this artifact within a tower in the past.

Freya gazed at the ring, her eyes wide with wonder, "That is exceptionally convenient."

"Indeed..."

Brandon meticulously dried her. He gently swept the towel across her face, her cheeks, and her forehead.

He guided the towel lower, cleansing her neck and shoulders before continuing down over her full, heavy breasts.

Bending his head, he placed a kiss upon the upper swell of her breast, then moved to press gentle kisses directly onto her rosy areolas.

"That tickles!" she giggled, squirming delightfully in his embrace.

With her playful movements, her breasts swayed slightly, still bearing the faint red marks from his earlier nips.

Brandon smiled against her skin, bestowing one final, tender kiss upon her right nipple before proceeding to dry her abdomen and sides.

---

The night breeze whispered softly around them as Brandon, with Freya held securely in his arms, descended gracefully from the heavens.

He landed with utmost lightness on the private balcony attached to Freya’s chambers.

Freya’s diaphanous white nightgown billowed around her form, the delicate fabric caressing her curves and still bearing the slight dampness from the waterfall’s mist.

The instant her feet touched the balcony, she tugged softly on his hand, murmuring, "Come. Let us sleep together tonight."

Brandon looked down at her, his gaze becoming contemplative.

He understood the necessity of sleeping with Rheanne to replenish his ether. Yet, concurrently, he could not simply abandon Freya to sleep alone after their intimate encounter.

Departing now felt incongruous.

Freya perceived his pensive expression, and a flicker of apprehension crossed her eyes. 'Could it be... he intends to sleep with Lady Rheanne?'

Meeting her gaze, he smiled reassuringly. "Mhm, let us sleep together."

Freya was taken aback. 'He chose me?'

Her heart swelled with happiness, and she tugged him inside, closing the door swiftly behind them.

The moment they were within, she turned and playfully pushed him back onto her grand, opulent bed.

With a soft chuckle, Brandon settled back onto the plush mattress.

Freya immediately climbed atop him, straddling his waist as she gazed down at him with an expression of pure affection.

---

Within her private guest chamber, Rheanne sat upright on the expansive bed, her back supported by the headboard.

Her long, white hair flowed loosely over her shoulders, and her sky-blue eyes were wide open, gazing placidly into the dimly lit room.

She had been anticipating his arrival.

However, instead of the familiar aura she knew so intimately, she detected something entirely different.

Rheanne’s eyes narrowed slightly as she focused her senses, probing the surroundings.

She could clearly discern Brandon’s signature ether. Yet, it was not approaching her quarters; it was present in the chamber directly below hers... Freya’s room.

"...I see," Rheanne whispered faintly.

A complex tapestry of emotions crossed her features, accompanied by that quiet, unfamiliar pang she had been experiencing with increasing frequency of late.

She had, in truth, anticipated this possibility.

Freya was undeniably bold, strikingly beautiful, and held a clear interest in Brandon.

Nevertheless...

Rheanne closed her eyes briefly, exhaling a slow breath, her fingers tightening infinitesimally on the blanket.

For over two and a half years, their nights had been intertwined, resting together, exchanging ether, and finding solace in each other’s presence after trials and burdens.

It had evolved into something that was uniquely... hers.

Now, for the first time, his choice was to seek comfort in another’s embrace.

Rheanne opened her eyes once more, her gaze fixed upon the empty expanse beside her on the bed.

She extended a hand, gently touching that vacant space.

"I understand," she murmured softly to the silent room.

A faint, bittersweet smile graced her lips.

"But it still feels... unusual."

She withdrew her hand and leaned back against the headboard, closing her eyes as she endeavored to quell the subtle disquiet within her chest.

Was it jealousy? Or possessiveness? She could not quite define the sensation.

She only knew that the mere thought of him holding Freya in the manner he typically held her caused an internal clenching.

Yet, she harbored no resentment towards him for this shift.

Rheanne opened her eyes and turned her gaze toward the balcony doors, a soft plea escaping her lips. "I hope you will return to me soon. Even if it is only for rest."

She lay down deliberately, drawing the blankets over herself and curling onto her side. The bed seemed to stretch out, larger than usual, without his presence.

Nevertheless, she closed her eyes, allowing her breathing to steady as she sought the oblivion of sleep.