Lord Farquaad, ruler of Duloc, had spent another tiresome day micromanaging his tiny kingdom. He was exhausted and yearned for nothing more than to soak away the stresses of running a land full of minuscule men. The sun dipped below the horizon as he returned to his castle's luxurious bathing chambers.

The chamber was bathed in the warm glow of flickering candles, the air thick with steam and the heady scent of exotic oils. A large marble tub filled with scorching water caught Lord Farquaad's eye as he entered. The sight of his wife Fiona reclined within sent a jolt through his body, awakening desires that had lain dormant for far too long.

She was utterly enchanting: her curves generously exposed, her skin flushed pink from the heat, her hair splayed out in damp tendrils across the rim of the tub. Her breasts bobbed gently with each breath as she leaned back, seemingly lost in thought. Lord Farquaad couldn't help but notice how inviting her navel appeared, a deep well that begged to be explored.

His heart thudded in his chest and he found himself gripped by an intense hunger for the woman who was now his wife. The memories of their wedding night flashed through his mind; the way Fiona's mouth had eagerly devoured him, her hands gripping his back as she took him deep within her. He yearned to see that same lustful expression on her face once again.

As he approached the tub, a sly grin crept across his lips. "Fiona," he whispered hoarsely. Her green eyes snapped open, widening with surprise at seeing him. A slow, sultry smile spread across her lush red lips as she invited him closer. Lord Farquaad reached for a nearby towel and began to dry off before stepping into the bath.

The sudden heat caused Fiona to gasp and arch her back in pleasure. She tilted her head back, offering him an alluring view of her neck. "Farquaad," she purred, her eyes never leaving his. He lowered his mouth to her skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her neck, pausing only briefly to tease the sensitive hollow just below her ear.

As he continued down her body, Fiona spread her legs, inviting him further between them. The scent that emanated from her damp, glistening folds was intoxicating and Farquaad found himself drawn closer by an insatiable hunger. He pressed a tender kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh before moving lower still.

Fiona let out a low moan as his tongue flicked against her clit, her hands gripping the edges of the tub. Farquaad explored her with a fervor he'd never shown in their time together. He savored her taste as his tongue delved into the depths of her desire.

Fiona arched her hips upward to meet his mouth, her body trembling with each flick of his tongue. "Oh Farquaad," she cried out, gripping his head and pressing him closer to her core. She was drowning in pleasure, lost in the erotic dance of his lips upon her most intimate flesh.

The sight of Fiona's exquisite face contorted with ecstasy spurred Farquaad onward. He continued to devour her, tasting every inch of her folds as she writhed before him. The sound of their moans bounced off the marble walls as he brought her ever closer to the edge.

Suddenly, Fiona's body stiffened and a high-pitched cry tore from her throat. Her back arched off the tub as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her body. Lord Farquaad continued his assault until every ounce of pleasure had drained from her.

Once she came down, Fiona pulled him up and into a searing kiss. Their tongues danced in passionate synchrony, the taste of her desire still heavy on their lips. "Your turn," Fiona murmured, guiding him back to a sitting position in the tub. She took his length into her mouth, moaning around his shaft as she bobbed her head.

Farquaad groaned, throwing his head back as he felt her skilled tongue teasing the underside of his cock. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of her oral attention. Fiona took him deeper into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around him until he couldn't take it any longer.

"Fiona," he cried out, "I can't hold back."

With a sly grin, she pulled off just enough to catch his spurts of hot cum on her tongue, swallowing every drop as they continued to flow. The sensation was enough to leave Farquaad breathless and panting in the afterglow.

They lay there for some time, their bodies entwined, enjoying the sensual aftermath. It had been a long time since such intimacy between them, and it left both of them feeling satiated in a way they hadn't in ages.

From that night onward, Lord Farquaad made sure to find the time to connect with Fiona, exploring every kink they both desired. No longer would the stresses of his kingdom dampen their passion for each other, and so they reveled in their newfound closeness, forever etching this evening into the annals of lustful memories. }