Chapter 15 Valen
VALEN
The Princess doesn’t know what to make of me—a big, naked male— demanding that she wash me all over.
To be honest, if you’d asked me before, I would have said I prefer to wash myself.
But it’s fucking satisfying to see the hot blush creep up her cheeks as she lathers the soap in her hands and reaches for me.
She starts with my face this time, scrubbing me vigorously and being what I suppose she thinks is “rough.” I don’t mind, however.
I simply keep my eyes closed and revel in the sensation of getting clean.
That fucking dungeon her brother locked me in was dirty and damp and he certainly never came down to wash me.
I haven’t bathed in almost a year, so this feels really good.
Irena washes my chest and shoulders and arms too—I’ll give her one thing, she’s fucking thorough.
She scrubs hard, getting all the brown dust off of me.
The water gets so dirty she has to drain it twice.
I just lay there and let her tend to me.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman’s hands on me and she’s fucking gorgeous—even if she does hate me.
She works her way down my body, avoiding “certain areas” until at last, the only thing on me that’s still dirty is my shaft.
I don’t mind admitting, it’s been hard since the minute she started touching me with her soft little hands.
Neither of us is saying anything about it but it’s standing up between my thighs stiff as a flagpole, as though demanding attention.
“There.” She sits back at last, wiping her hands on a rough bit of towel. “There—you’re all clean.”
“Not quite all of me,” I point out, nodding at my cock.
She goes red, her cheeks heating with shame or outrage or perhaps a combination of both. But under all that, I can smell her heat. She might tell herself she doesn’t like touching me, but her body tells a different story.
“Come on, Princess,” I growl softly. “You know it must be done. I’m not living the rest of my life with poison all over my cock.”
I normally wouldn’t force a woman to do something she doesn’t want to, but this is different—as long as I wear this fucking collar and she wears the ring, Princess Irena is the only one who can clean me. And I’ll be damned if I let myself be poisoned because she’s prudish.
“I can’t…I won’t…I’ve never touched a man’s forbidden areas before!” she protests.
I narrow my eyes at her.
“Well now you will. Or I won’t go a single step further towards helping you get to the Sorceress.”
Then I wait to hear what she has to say to that.