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He steps back from the door and I join him in the lavatory. It looks like a damned car crash in the shower, with mud and fur everywhere, but I ignore that. The moment I step inside, the bathroom is practically being swallowed up by Victor's big, hulking body. A big, hulking, wet body.
And he's still got suds in his hair.
I really am the worst teacher. Frustrated with myself, I move back to the edge of the shower and tap the control panel. "You need to rinse everything off, Victor. Even the shampoo."
"Shampoo?"
"The bottle? Did you use the bottle?"
"You showed me soap." He points at the dispenser in the wall. "I used soap."
I wrinkle my nose. "You don't use that on your hair. I mean, I guess you could. Shampoo and conditioner will make it soft, though. Those are human things." I point at the bottles tucked on one of the built-in shelves on the wall. They were included in the trunk as part of the “human welcome package,” which I suspect is courtesy of Lord va'Rin's human wife. I reach over the shower, plucking one of the bottles from its spot. "You wet your hair. You put a small amount of this in your hair. Then you rinse it out. Then you put a small amount of the other bottle in your hair. Then you rinse it out."
He sniffs the bottle, his big nose flaring. "It seems like a lot of work."
This is worse than a toddler. "It'll make your hair nice and soft and shiny."
His gaze goes to me. "And you like this?"
"I do."
He grumbles, but steps into the shower again. "Will you watch to make sure I do it correctly? I do not like being wrong."
It probably doesn't fit with his champion mentality. I nod, picking up the discarded towel and holding it as he steps under the spray again. Water sluices down his big body, and when he lifts his arms to wash his hair, it makes his torso look long and sleek…and his cock obscenely prominent.
And because I'm a mess around this guy, I can't stop looking at him. He's glorious like this. I mean, he's glorious most of the time, but wet and slick and aroused? He looks incredible and I can feel my body responding to the sight of him.
He goes through everything I explained, and when he finally shuts the water off, his normally fluffy, wild mane of hair is plastered against his skull. His triangular ears stick out and his expression is slightly distrusting as I hold the towel out to him. Victor takes it from me and dabs lightly at his chest, his frown increasing.
I bite back a giggle at the sight. "It's going to take you all day if you do it like that."
"Then show me." Victor holds the towel in my direction.
It's totally a challenge. A dare. He wants to see how I react. If I shy away from his hard cock or if I'm going to pat him down and dry him off.
I take the towel and remind myself that I'm his teacher. That's why I want to do this. It's not for any other, purely selfish, purely physical reason. It's certainly not because I want to touch him. It's because he needs drying off. It's so he doesn't drip water all over the floors. It's so he doesn't catch a cold…
Oh, who am I kidding? He's gorgeous and naked and right in front of me and I can't resist.
I take a daring step forward, and I'm eye level with his abdomen and pectorals. If I was a taller human woman, we might have a more equivalent height. Since I'm a short bit of fluff, it puts me that much closer to his cock. His thorny, thorny cock. I step forward to dry him and it practically stabs me in the boobs. And because I'm not immune to him like I think I am, I glance down.
There's a big, fat bead of pre-cum glazing the tip. As I watch, it slides down that thick, prominent crown and drips down the underside.
"Maybe…maybe I should start with your back," I breathe. "Turn around for me?"
Victor does as I ask, bracing his hands on the tiles of the shower. This isn't much better, because from this view, I get a good look at his tight, rounded buttocks and firm thighs. The spikes, too, but I somehow seem to notice them less as time goes by. I'm more interested in the man underneath all the armor, the one who wears the cocky grin of a champion but who won't let me touch his cock because he's afraid he'll hurt me.
As if the only thing to sex is putting a cock inside a vagina.
I carefully towel him dry, avoiding the lethal-looking spikes that go up and down his shoulders and the backs of his arms and down the sides of his back. They disappear at his buttocks and re-appear again below the knee, so I focus on drying the parts of him that are easiest to reach before dropping to a crouch to get his legs.
