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His lip curled slightly in the corner. "Orc cum."
My mouth dropped open as he ducked, lowering me too, upon entry to the bathroom.
"I…I'd never… I didn't know that," I said slowly, processing. My eyes narrowed. "It's… What is it doing?"
Was it making me bigger? Or—
He shrugged slightly. "Helping, healing, making you ready for more. Keeping you slick."
I twisted my face well out of his keen sight at the memory of arousal and cum sliding out of me, out around his cock and down my thighs.
"You like it." It was a statement, not a question. Because he didn't need to wonder. I'd made it plain already.
"Yes," I whispered. For the first time since he'd broken through my initial nerves, I wanted to run from the scene. I was thinking about his cum in a way I definitely never had with anyone else ever before. Like it was a treat. Like I wanted it sliding down my throat and pumping into my cunt and covering my skin, in my hair. With a sudden, startling new thought, I twisted, digging my fingers into his shoulders and catching his eye again. "Does it affect my brain?"
The orc's eyes went wide, those wonderfully heavy features of his failing to hide his surprise, and he let out a loud shot of a laugh, head falling back. Oh, his throat was thick, and I had the warring impulses to rub my cheek against the tendons and muscle, or sink my teeth in.
"Your hunger for orc cum is no fault of mine," he said through heavy laughter. He pulled me away from him without effort and dropped me into the perfectly hot but not scorching water of the bath with a movement just shy of a plop!
I'd been too busy being humiliated by our conversation to take a good look at the bath until I was simmering with embarrassment in the fragrant water. There were flowers floating around me, marigolds and roses and lilies, petals in shades of pink and orange and red. The water was tinted a pale and foggy shade of green, and I could already tell that whatever Khell'ar had poured in was going to leave my skin silky smooth.
"Oh, this is so…" It was so pretty. The water and the candles all smelled fresh and rich without being overpowering, and there were no windows, so the only light was from the bedroom and the candles. It wasn't at all like anything I'd put on my request list, though.
Khell'ar knelt at the corner of the bath, mostly out of sight. "I'm washing your hair and your body, then I will feed you and put you back into the bed. No more games downstairs."
Which was not the same as no games at all. "Is this going to be one?" I asked, twisting my head. He grasped my jaw in his hand and turned my face away from him again.
"No. You need breaks, little one, or you will stress your body and your mind."
"I didn't find it stressful," I said. "It was…not relaxing, but—" It had been a relief. Partly to know this part of myself at last, to know it was real, to stop wondering. And partly because when everything was at his command, I had no more worries, no more choices. Just open wide, be fucked well, and come hard. "I liked everything we did."
Khell'ar pulled a shower head from the side of the tub and switched it on, the hand on my jaw moving to claim the back of my head, tilting me just so, aiming the water carefully into my hair and away from my eyes.
"I know," he answered.
Of course he knew. I'd been begging and shouting and barely able to keep still, even when he'd ordered me to. Claws appeared at the back of my neck, but they scratched gently and purposefully, digging into my scalp as the warm water rushed over my hair and into the bath. I sighed and let my eyes fall shut, barely feeling the shift of my head from one hand to the other as he rinsed my hair.
"You're very good at this," I murmured as he began to massage my scalp. There was a whiff of tea tree and lavender, and I hadn't even noticed him getting the shampoo. Did he have extra arms?
No. You're just not the first person he's done this for, I reminded myself. Of course he was good at it. He'd had plenty of practice.
My chest pinched at the reminder and I tried to sit up, but Khell'ar's claws dug gently into the back of my neck, holding me in place.
"You surrendered to my control, now surrender to my care too," he said, but it was gentler than the commands he'd made in the basement.
It's not his fault the sex was so good you're feeling possessive, I reasoned with myself. In fact, that was his job.
"Let go of yourself, little one," Khell'ar growled near my ear, as if he were reading my thoughts. His hands moved up toward my temples, rubbing tension out of my head, even out of the roots of my hair.
He was right—even out of the excitement of the scenes I'd requested, even in these periods of rest, I needed to forget the world outside of this cabin, that even this moment of him washing my hair was part of the experience I'd paid for. I softened in his hold, and Khell'ar released a rumble of approval. His thumbs pressed circles into the base of my skull as his long, thick fingers reached every inch of my head, thorough and tender, doing the work once and then all over again until I was melting in the warm water of the bath, flower petals kissing my breasts and knees as they skimmed the surface.
I wasn't dozing, but I fell into a comfortable empty space in my own mind as my orc companion rinsed my hair again, my head tipped back and his larger fingers protecting my eyes and ears from the rushing water.
"Sunny suits you," he said, combing slick conditioner into my tangled locks and then starting the scalp massage all over again. "Bright, golden woman, begging for my cock and coming in cascades on my lap."
I was too relaxed to do more than smile and blush.
"I'm going to feast on that generous cunt of yours, Sunny."
