Chapter 6
Asterion
We settle into my hut, Clara curious about my things and how I live, which I find endlessly endearing. After everything is unpacked, she looks around once more, as if she is trying to figure something out.
“So…where do you bathe?” She says with a small giggle. Then she sashays over to me with a distinct hunger in her eyes. “I was hoping to clean up. I feel kinda restless.” Her small hands are gripping my hips, her thumbs making small circles on my skin.
I love the way she looks up at me, with her big green eyes. She’s still covered up in her puffy coat and winter pants as the hut was freezing cold from being abandoned for several days, but now it’s starting to feel nice and cozy.
“Come with me.”
“Uh oh, am I going to hate this? I am getting flashbacks to that wood fire boiler!” She says with a laugh. I lead her back outside the hut, around the rear of the building near the creek, to a smaller hut. She looks at it incredulously and back at me with her eyebrows raised.
“I think you will enjoy this. You will be warm at least.”
She huffs a sigh. “Alright.”
I lift the flap of skins covering the small alcove at the front of the hut.
Inside is almost completely dark except for a small hole in the center of the ceiling.
In the alcove, I begin to attempt to remove all the numerous layers Clara has on, not attempting to hide my amusement.
The cold has never bothered me, but I have seen humans add more and more layers to their bodies as the years have passed.
I struggle with all the different clasps for the clothing, eliciting peals of laughter as she wiggles out of everything.
I carefully hang what needs to stay dry on the pegs I built into the wall.
I stare at her in wonder, the curve of her neck that flows into the fullness of her breasts.
Her soft, round belly that I reach for now, pulling her to my chest, unable to take my hands off of her.
She lets her head fall back as I easily support her weight.
I let one hand slip down to her generous buttocks, gripping them firmly with my claws.
She gasps, her eyes snapping open.
“You’re hard, Asterion.”
“Yes,” I whisper. My name is like honey on her lips.
“You still haven’t told me what we’re doing in here. I’m getting cold again.” Her hand is on my chest, drawing circles around one of my nipples.
“Stay here. I need a few things.”
She nods and takes a tentative step forward into the main part of the dome.
When I come back, she is sitting primly on one of the log stools, looking at me expectantly.
I kneel before the fire pit, placing the logs carefully and lighting them easily, illuminating the small space and revealing the large, smooth rocks sitting in the center of the room, just above the fire.
Next to it, I place a large carved wooden bucket filled with fresh water.
“I learned this from humans long ago. I heat the rocks and pour water over them to create steam. As you sweat, you rinse yourself with water from the creek, or if you get too hot, you can go right into the creek.” I point at the small hole in the ceiling.
“It should be all enclosed in here, but I like to see the sky while I sweat.”
Small beads of sweat are already pooling on her hairline. I try not to stare as the heat from the fire creates a rosy glow on her skin. She stands and walks towards me. “Sit on the stool.”
She hooks her legs over my lap, the tips of her toes barely brushing the polished stones of the floor. Our foreheads touch briefly, the heat shimmering in the air as her lips find mine. She gently suckles on my bottom lip, eliciting a groan from me.
“It has been too long,” I murmur.
“Barely a day.”
“As I stated.”
She adjusts herself on my lap, the very tip of my cock just inside her. I try to move my hips forward, but she raises herself up, maintaining the excruciating space between us. Her skin is slick with sweat, as is mine.
“I think we need more steam.” She reaches over to the wooden ladle and pours the warmed water into the glowing stones, releasing a torrent of fresh, wet steam over us. Her hair is damp and sticking to her neck.
She pushes herself down a bit further on my swollen, aching cock, while at the same time leaning forward, her nipples brushing against my chest. “Why did you save a poor human like me again?” Her words tickle my ear.
I open my mouth to answer, and just then she slowly impales herself on my cock.
The words I held on my tongue vanish, and logical thought leaves my brain.
I grip her wide hips and move myself within her.
The sun is starting to set, illuminating the hut into a blaze of orange and red light.
I look down to where we meet, drinking in the sight of me stretching her and my cock slick with her.
I lick the pad of my thumb and begin to massage her clit slowly, causing her head to fall back.
“Why Asterion? I am no one. Just a random human.” Her small hands grip my arms, fingernails denting my skin.
We are slick with sweat all over, dripping from head to toe as she bounces with purpose on me now.
She moves one hand to the back of my neck and one to my knee, bracing herself.
Her breasts sway heavily, making small slapping noises that ignite the animal side of me.
“You needed me,” I grunt, increasing the friction on her clit, causing her to cry out. “I could not leave you.”
“I did need you.” She gasps. “I need you now!”
“What do you need of me?” I never want this to stop.
I need more leverage, more grip. I slide off the stool onto my knees, my hands supporting her ass as I push her onto me.
Her feet are flat on the floor now, and she grinds herself onto me, her stomach and hips undulating in the light. The sight of her body mesmerizes me.
“Suck my breasts, please!” She cries. I see gooseflesh erupt all over her body despite the heat in the hut.
The way she ruts on me, I know she is close.
I press my thumb back to her clit and bend forward to suckle greedily on one of her nipples, only one arm left to hold her firmly against me.
She immediately cries out, unintelligible sounds coming from her.
I suckle harder, flicking her nipple with my long tongue, occasionally scraping it with my teeth.
I do not know how much longer I can last, but I must outlast her.
I long to see her come, so I lift her up slightly by her hips and lean back so that I am impaling her upon my cock, my balls slapping into her, and then I see it.
Her neck and chest begin to flush, her breath catches in her chest. Just as the sound begins in her lower belly, I feel her walls clench my cock over and over as she comes, her cries joyous.
“Asterion.” She whispers my name as her orgasms slow, and with my name sweet on her lips, I feel my balls tug upward and my own cock pulsates into her.
She moans with this, wiggling her hips to welcome each spurt of my seed within her.
Small mini-orgasms clench around me, as we collapse together on the cool stone floor as a sweaty heap of tangled legs and arms.
We lay like this for several breaths, listening to the fire crackle and the birds calling each other to roost. Finally, I pick myself off the floor and add more firewood to the stones and a fresh pour of water to the rocks.
I gently pick Clara up and set her on the stool. She sits languid, eyes sleepy and satisfied. I take the ladle and start to pour the fresh, cool water over her hair. A sigh of content escapes her lips. I use my hands to wash her neck and breasts as I continue to pour water over her.
“Stand.” She obeys instantly, if a little unsteady.
I lift one of her legs onto the stool so she is spread to me.
I kneel between her legs and pour the water gently over her very swollen and pink pussy.
My fingers glide over her labia, letting the water wash her clean, being extra careful with my claws.
“Turn.” Now her full buttocks face me. I wash her back, her delicious, round ass cheeks, and finally her feet.
She sits back down on the stool, waiting.
The water is almost out of the bucket, so I go outside to gather snow to melt.
The shock of the frigid air compared to the steam bath is refreshing for me.
Back inside the heat of the small steam hut, the snow begins to melt almost immediately, turning into cool water.
“This might be too cold, but let us do a final rinse.” She just nods, still relaxed from her release. I slowly pour the melted snow over her, and she gasps a little but then says, “Oh, it does feel nice. I was almost too hot.”
She sits on the stool and watches the fire as I start to wash myself, starting with my own hair and beard.
When I get to my now softening cock I notice she is watching me intently.
I have never had anyone watch me bathe before, and I grow slightly hard at the thought that she is enjoying what she is seeing.
It occurs to me that she might want to use actual soap, so I blurt out, “I have soap.” I cringe at myself internally. Will I ever act normally around her?
She just smiles at me. “Really? How did you get it? I don’t think you’d wander into the shops in town and buy it.” She laughs at the expression on my face before I realize she is teasing me.
“No, would that not be a sight? It is homemade with ashes and fat. Not the nice perfumed ones humans have, but it lathers and cleans.”
“Tomorrow I would be happy to use your soap, but I am good right now.” She gives a small yawn, and I realize that it is time for dinner and then probably bed. I finish up quickly and help her put some of her layers on before we make our way back to my hut.