way before I see it. There’s rustling in the bushes to the left and right of us as we get closer, and even though I don’t see any others, I know they’re there.
When we break through the woods and into a small clearing where there are approximately three or four fires that I can see scattered around, I’m impressed—and slightly overwhelmed—to realize there’s such a large crowd watching us. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but maybe ten people at the most?
From what I can see though, just in this general vicinity, there are easily twenty. Most of them are women, and I can’t help my staring. Originally, it was discombobulating to see purple men, but the women are almost as big and just as purple. There are all shades of the color, grayish to pinky-purple, but all of their hair is extremely dark. There aren’t any blondes or redheads, just black.
Not wanting to be rude, I attempt to wiggle out of his arms as soon as I see other people. It’s embarrassing to be carried around like a child. But his grip doesn’t loosen, only pissing me off as he stomps with purpose to the center of the space where the largest fire is located.
“Carnell, draw me a bath.” His voice booms out with an air of authority as he finally lowers me to the ground and I can look around properly. They must have cleared the forest floor in this area because I can finally walk barefoot without worrying about what I might step on. I’d smile at the woman if she bothered to look at me, but when she doesn’t, I turn in a small circle, taking in the others around the glade.
Clearly, he has no intention of introducing me. Is that because I’m technically his prisoner? Or just because he’s rude?
When a large tub is shuffled over between two men on long poles, there’s a flurry of activity as water pots from various fires around the area are brought over. Hot water. So, I guess I should’ve waited on attempting to clean up, and I would have if I’d known a heated bath was an option. Oh well, live and learn.
The tub is not as long as a standard house bathtub, but it’s probably twice as deep. There’s no way I’m going to be able to get into this thing on my own. When Kaneer strips down, I think I might’ve jumped the gun. Maybe this is just for him.
I watch with interest as he removes the long skirt he’s wearing, unwrapping it from his body with slow, measured movements that make a display I’ll never forget. His chest and arms flex as he rolls the material up against his body. Slabs of muscle twitch, dancing enticingly. His body really is a thing of wonder.
He keeps his eyes on me the entire time. He must be interested in my reaction. I don’t even try to act like I’m not totally enthralled. It’d be hopeless, anyway.
Despite his gruff, stern expressions, and the way he comes across as terrifying, I can’t control my body’s involuntary reaction. It makes no sense, considering I came less than an hour ago. But just watching him take off his clothing, even with the surrounding audience, I can feel the wetness between my legs again. My whole body trembles as I stand there, taking in the massive torso. Without clothing, he appears even bigger and more intimidating, if that’s even possible.
Turning away, I attempt to study the woods and neighboring area, hoping I won’t get any more turned on. My eyes catch on the other side of the bathtub where Carnell has already undressed and is standing waiting with a pitcher and cloth. What the fuck? Is she seriously going to… wash him?
My entire body starts to tremble as I take in her lithe body and high, rounded breasts over the side of the tub. For the first time in my life, I experience jealousy to the point that I can actually see red. Is this his woman? His wife?
He’s already climbing into the bath, and she begins to scoop up water, pouring it over his body before rubbing the cloth over his chest and leaning over the edge to put her tits right in his face!
I can’t explain the sensations and primal urge that overcomes me. My anger has transformed into something that I don’t recognize. I don’t even realize that I’m screaming until Kaneer springs from the water, cutting me