"Why aren't I sore?" I asked him. It made no physical sense. He was huge and incredible inside of me. I'd had to stretch myself to take him, and that final width of the dildo had hurt. But now, I felt fine.

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.