written by Christine

Chapter 9

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“Not his?” Luka asked, mostly to himself. Oh Gods! he thought. She means my father doesn't she? What choice does Isabo have? It was either a bunch of rapists with his sire leading the pack, or it was him. It didn’t take a genius.

He promised himself that he would never  let his sire hurt Isabo again. "If that meant being the father of her child, then I'm going to do it," he said to himself.
 
He took off his clothes and walked to the tub. He looked at her matted hair floating in the water above her head and grabbed the shampoo off the floor. Then he too climbed into the tub. His erect member was no longer embarrassing to him. It had a job to do, but he wanted to wait just a little bit. He wanted her clean. He wanted all trace of his sire off of her. He wanted to purify her as much as he could. He wanted to erase the pain and see the true Isabo, the one that got lost in a sea of sadness and pain so long ago.
 
Isabo felt someone enter the tub. She raised her head above the water and saw Luka standing in the water. He was very attractive and very much a man with his upright shaft popping in and out of the waves that he and she created. She sighed with relief and thanked the gods that he decided to save her offspring. She wondered if he was going to take the lead or if she needed to. She watched as he dropped lower in the water and sat on the bottom of the tub with his back against the side. He reached for her and she came to him. He turned her around so her back was to him. She backed up with the intent of accepting him, but he stopped her with a hand on her hip.

“Not yet,” he said. “I want to finish what we began first. I want to wash all trace of my sire off of you. We are starting something new and I don’t want any trace of his dirt remaining.”

Isabo didn’t know what to say. Tears formed in her eyes. This young man was wise beyond his years, she thought. She also wanted to be clean of her “master”.

Luka bent his legs up and had Isabo lean back against them. He pulled her matted hair over the top of his knees. He began picking the hair free from the mats and washing it clean.

“You could cut it off,” she suggested.

“No!” he exclaimed. And that was the end of that discussion.

After 15 minutes of steady work, her hair was finally free and clean. Luka tossed the remaining hair mat over the side of the tub. He then picked up a strange bunched up net in the shape of a ball and poured body soap into it. He worked it up into a nice lather. He stood and had her stand up with her back toward him. He parted her newly cleaned hair and put the long strands on either side of her neck and over the front of her body. The hair was so long that it swirled around their legs in the water. Luka, using the buff as he called it, started to scrub her down.  He went from the neck, down her back and arms, and over her curvy rear cheeks. Then he took a quick, teasing dive down the crack and between her legs. Isabo gasp with pleasure. He turned her so she faced him. He raised one of her legs onto the edge of the tub and cleaned it from the sensitive inner thigh to her delicate toes. He then repeated the same on the other leg.

Even though he was thoroughly enjoying himself, Luka was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Having an erection for so long was difficult for him and it was quickly approaching painful. His member wanted release, but he still held back, determined to complete his task.

He faced her front to front. He pushed her hair to the back and then just stood there just looking at her. Isabo started to blush slightly under his scrutiny. Luka smiled and reached for the cloth that was used a while earlier.  He refreshed it and then cleaned her beautiful face.  He saw tears fall from her eyes. He was puzzled at first but when he saw her slight smile, he knew they were tears of joy. When that task was complete, he once again stared at her beautiful body.

This time she returned the evaluation stare and it was his turn to blush. She reached for another buff and another bottle of soap, but instead of using it on herself, she started scrubbing him, distracting him from her breasts, which she knew from his attraction to them, might cause him to come early.

She washed his face, noting the thickening peach fuzz that preceded the growth of his facial hair. She washed his neck, chest and back. She skipped his butt and genitals for the moment and washed his legs like he had hers but she let her body and breasts brush his hips and legs. Luka took the hint and started soaping up her breasts and neck. Isabo backed off again by going behind him. Luka was beginning to moan. The moan turned into a gasp as Isabo ran the soapy buff down his crack and over his testicles. She saw him clench his hands into fists as he fought for control and then lost the battle with a primal yell. Isabo quickly reached around to his front and grabbed his penis hard just as the white semen started coming out, effectively stopping further ejaculation. His cry changed into a painful protest.

 
“Sorry, my love, but we can’t waste it,” she said, walking to his front, making sure she did not lose her hold on him. She made him lie back in the water, and she laid down in the water beside him. One handed, she quickly cleaned and rinse his genitals making him moan with pleasure despite the painful grip on his shaft.
 
He, in return, cleaned her genitals with his bare hands. He rubbed her nub and saw her strong reaction. He rubbed it harder and faster until she arched her back, cried out, and her hand closed harder on him in response to her orgasm. That made him stop and growl in pain. Isabo decided she didn’t want to wait any longer. She wanted him now!
 
She released his shaft and helped him up to his knees. He was still ready but appeared to be a little more under control, so she turned her backside to him and leaning against the side of the tub for support. She presented herself to him like a horse would. She rubbed her own nub as she waited for him to enter her. She felt herself coming real close to achieving an orgasm again.
 
Luka didn’t have to be asked twice. He was so ready he almost didn’t make it into Isabo before he started coming. He rubbed her breasts and pumped her hard a couple of time. Waves of water splashed over the edge of the tub and added the stroking feeling of the water over her hanging breasts and his hips and butt. She moaned with delight. Luka raised his torso up and yelled in ecstasy. He had been holding back for so long that he was able to keep pulling her hips against him, pumping in her still as he ejaculated long and hard. He felt her orgasm come just as he was reaching empty, and its pulsating encouraged a couple more small spurts from him. Suddenly everything started swirling before Luka’s eyes and he collapsed on top of Isabo’s back.
 

Isabo came back down from her orgasm breathing hard. He was good, she thought. The sex, itself, was a little fast but the bathing of each other was more than sufficient foreplay.

She felt more complete than she had in a very long time. The new life destined to start within her from this mating was sure to be special. Luka was still draped over her. He had given his all to her and had to be spent. She was careful to remain still and not disturb him. He was laying on her with his member limp but still in her, preventing any of the precious sperm from escaping.

Eventually she felt it fall out but he still didn’t move. She finally realized that the boy must have fainted. She grabbed both his arms and held them as she raised her body up. She supported him as he slipped off, preventing him from dropping into the water. She released one arm and then swung around to catch his torso. She worked her way around to his backside and started pulling him to the tub’s edge. Isabo suddenly stepped on her chain, and slipped, falling hard into the water with Luka’s limp body on top of her. She was near the edge at the time so she ended up scrapping her back and banging the back of her head against the tub’s side. Crying out in pain and cursing, she recovered and hauled her lover’s limp body out of the water onto the floor. Tired herself, she laid down beside him. She saw two terry cloth robes just within reach and grabbed them. She dragged them over Luka and herself. Then she cuddled next to him, using his arm as a pillow, and fell to sleep.

Luka woke a few minutes later and turned his head to look down at the sleeping woman beside him. He remembered the ecstasy of the orgasm and then nothing else. I must have blacked out, he thought. She was his first hentai experience and she was so wonderful. He hugged her and felt her cuddle closer but she remained asleep. He was feeling very possessive and protective of her. She had made his first hentai experience exceptional.  With her skill and understanding, Luka was finally starting to heal from his painful and demoralizing past.

 

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