Chapter 1: Introduction
Shrek sighed with contentment as he sunk into the luxurious tub, the warm bubble-filled mud soothing his tired muscles. His long day defending the Swamp against a belligerent band of gingerbread army ants and a particularly snotty Rumpelstiltskin had left him exhausted. The massive iron claw-foot tub, its antique finish gleaming in the soft candlelight, was a well-earned reward. The moment his body relaxed, his mind began to melt away the stress, and his thoughts drifted towards his beloved Fiona.
He looked over to her as she gracefully stepped into the tub, her supple body adorned with scattered freckles, causing his heart to race. She wore a mischievous smile, and the flickering shadows danced in her emerald eyes. The mud-filled water stuck to her like a second skin, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the gentle curve of her hips.
Fiona submerged herself further and lazily backstroked to the far end of the tub opposite Shrek.
Her hair fanned out in a fiery river among the soothing brown bubbles, and a drop fell from one luscious curl to slip gently between her breasts. Shrek couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Like what you see?" she asked playfully, winking at her ever-infatuated lover.
His gaze never left hers, "You have no idea, Fiona."
Grasping her ankle, Shrek tugged her towards him. She squealed in delight and splashed him with the muddy water.
Her slender arm slid across his chest as she drew closer, and he couldn't help but watch in captivation as her pink tongue darted out to dampen her plump lips.
"Oh, I think I have an idea," Fiona whispered, her words dripping with innuendo.
Shrek needed to taste her, to feel the slide of her skin against his. Their lips met in a passionate collision of flesh, and her hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in with urgent fervor.
Mud mingled with their saliva as they sucked, licked, and nipped at each other's mouths, their pace maddeningly slow and restless at the same time.
"Fuck, Shrek," Fiona murmured against his lips, breaking away to end the frenzied tease, "I love the way you grab me like such an ogre, you know that?" Her arm hooked around his neck, pulling him close again in a greedy show of affection as her sultry giggles echoed the bath chambers.
Fiona's laughter was infectious, and the irreverent sound only heightened Shrek's beastly desire.
Breaking away from her lips, he moved down, showering kisses as he went, following the curve of her jawline, and teasing her earlobe.
"And I love the way you submit, princess," he groaned, his voice husky with desire. Her skin was a sensuous dance upon Shrek's lips, mapping the realm of love in a way he only dreamed possible as he felt the outline of her taut nipples beneath the muddy embrace.