Water rushed nearby and I twisted slowly, searching the room. There was a wide, tall doorway left of the bed, and the orc—Khell'ar—was there, kneeling on a woven bathmat by a deep claw-footed tub. There was a set of leaning shelves on the other side of the tub by the wall, with a couple bouquets of wildflowers, two burning candles, and an impressive array of bath products. The orc chose from the selection confidently, pulling up a pretty cut glass jar, and poured in a generous amount to the tub.

I hadn't been very lucid when he'd brought us up from the basement, and he'd kept my face tucked against his shoulder. I vaguely recalled him placing me on the bed and starting another massage, this one working its way up my weak legs, but I'd been out before the cuff had been fastened around my ankle. It was strangely reassuring there now. I was trapped, unable to leave the cottage or even the bed. Maybe it would've, should've sent me into a panic, but instead, it made the moment simpler.

I had to remain in bed until Khell'ar came and released me. Remaining in bed meant remaining relaxed, idle. I could call for him, or even use the cuff on my wrist to reach MSA, but I was safe and this mattress was perfection, and there was an orc in the next room drawing me a bath. I was a little hungry, with just a bit of a hollow sensation in my core, but that was all.

"Are you sore?" he called, not turning his head.

The sound of his voice, so casual now, missing the growls and the sharp stare, still left me blushing.

I sat up, amused by the tucked in blankets around me and then slightly startled by my own nudity. When I looked back to the bathroom, he had twisted to stare at me.

"I'd thought I would be, but…no, not really." I certainly should've been. Harry'd never been very aggressive in sex, but he'd had passionate moments and I'd been sore after sex with him a few times, especially early in our relationship.

Khell'ar let out a satisfied grunt and nodded, rising from his crouch. His chest was still bared, but he was now wearing a pair of tight black athletic pants that served as a beautiful reminder for the incredible girth and length of cock that had been pounding into me just—

What time was it? I searched the room, but there was no clock in sight and I wasn't sure if I'd had a short nap or slept through the night. I hoped it wasn't the latter. I didn't want my first day to be over already.

Khell'ar reached the bed and plucked the blankets away from my chest, throwing them down the bed and exposing me to his stare. "Spread your legs, pet."