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“Yes. That’s exactly what I was trying to say. You’re extremely dirty and we need to get you clean.” Arkan’s eyes moved back and forth between us. I winked at him, hoping he was clever enough to catch the innuendo. I could never tell with men. Some of them were so damn dense when it came to flirting. He raised his eyebrow and motioned to the shower room.
“We’ve got fresh towels and robes. And more shower gel. Hopefully you’ll like the scents I’ve chosen. I’m quite particular.” On the wooden chair was a basket full of shower gels and four fluffy white towels. “Okay, just grab your stuff and let’s get started.”
“In the shower?” Vivica exclaimed.
“Welcome to the world of shapeshifters, baby.” Arkan replied and held open the door to the showers.
“I’m beginning to feel like I’m secretly a shapeshifter.” I grabbed the basket and towels off the chair and shuffled quickly into the shower room.
“I have a feeling I’m in over my head.” Vivica moaned.
“I don’t doubt that dear. But, get your ass in here.” Arkan sang.
Kara linked arms with Vivica. “You’ll be fine dear. Don’t be nervous. We don’t have the same cultural expectations here. This is not the time to be shy.”
Vivica smiled sweetly. “Well, I did want adventure.”
“Well that’s exactly what you’re going to get.” Arkan let them both
walk ahead and then closed the door behind us.
-9-
The room was already hot and steamy. I could barely see through the thickness of the steam clouds. How long had the jets been on? Arkan walked over to the bench and put down the basket and towels. He then removed his shirt and pants, revealing more of his carved muscles. Only his underwear remained, tight bright blue briefs.
“Uh…..” Vivica stuttered and stared at his chiseled stomach. A six pack was an understatement. My interest in this orientation just skyrocketed.
“I don’t want to get wet, now do I?” Arkan chuckled.
“I do.” I waited until Arkan was looking at me and licked my lips. I wanted him to know that I was down for whatever he’d like to do.
“Okay then. Good sport. You can go first then.”
“Just tell me what to do next. I’ll do it.” I really hoped I was going to be able to touch those abs, or pecs, or arms. That man was a statue.
“I want you to show me how you would shower.”
I raised my eyebrow and lowered my voice a pitch. “Oh. Is that all?” I immediately pulled my dress over my head and wriggled out of my panties. Thank the Goddess I wore the cheekies. “Shower gel me.” Heat spread through my body as Arkan’s eyes traced my figure. He picked up a blue shower gel bottle and handed it to me.
“This is my choice scent.”
I turned the bottle over and peeked at the label. Ocean air. Seems like Arkan was a simple guy. There’s nothing better than that. I walked over to the rainfall stream and stood underneath. All three of them had their eyes fixed on me. Nothing but the spray of water and the hiss of the pipes filled my ears. I met Vivica’s eyes. This was something I wanted to share with her. The thrill of performance. A sensual moment between a group magnified anything that a pair could experience. I stood underneath the stream, feeling the warm water envelop my body. When I was wet from head to toe, I began to lather with the shower gel. Arkan removed his underwear. The fact that he was half hard let me know that my performance was working. I rubbed each part of me slowly, alternating between myself and one of their gazes. Making sure to meet their eyes, I drew attention to each soapy curve.
“Now see, you need to make sure you’re being more thorough.” He walked forward into the spray.
“I thought you didn’t want to get wet.” I winked and flashed a wide grin.
“Well, I didn’t know you didn’t know how to shower.” Arkan’s eyes were fixed on my breasts.
“Is that so? Why don’t you show me the right way then?” I handed him the shower gel.
“I intend to. That’s the whole point of this training. You have to be prepared for your shapeshifter at any moment. Your body no longer belongs to you. It belongs to them. Fully. Once you’re chosen, you’ll need to keep yourself in mating condition at all times. You never know when he’ll need you.
“So, this body is no longer mine?” I ran my hands up my stomach and cupped my breasts, one in each hand. Arkan’s lips parted. No one could deny a witch. We were simply too good at seduction. Not that he was making it difficult.
“You belong to the shapeshifters now. All of us. You’ve submitted your body to our purpose; please us, make us babies, birth them, repeat.”
For the first time in as long as I could remember, I began to feel desire. Pure unadulterated need. The kind that is buried deep underneath want, fostered only by the most animalistic of attractions. Was it his brusque manner of conversation or his perfectly chiseled body? Or both? Could it be the idea of submitting my body to a cause greater than myself? I’ve never felt like I had much of a purpose or anything even close to resembling one. Being needed, having a part to play was the strangest feeling of all.
