Chapter 4

The big lunk was trying to tell me to bathe. Oh, how I wish I could understand him, and he could understand me. That would save us both so much headache. And then maybe I could convince him to let me go.

Still, he didn't have to tear all my clothes off that way. I'd been certain something much worse was going to happen than tossing me in the river, especially when I saw that surprisingly large, purple-blue penis hanging between Lo'zar's sculpted legs. It had started to get thick and swollen before he hopped into the water and pulled me in along with him, and I wondered if he meant to use it on me.

But, no, not Lo'zar. Again he mimics bathing, which is really one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life. I'd thought my prison guard was all big, long arms and legs until I see him naked. I'm fascinated by his chest, filled out with lean muscle, his abdomen divided up into neat, powerful squares. I've seen one or two human men naked, but never someone with Lo'zar's body. He has a sleek line that runs from his hips down to his groin.

I shouldn't be thinking about any of this. All I want is to wash my hair, so I duck under the water to get it wet. But when I reach back to clean it, I find my hands are still bound with rope.

I'm going to need some help.

Lo'zar has crouched in the water so I can't see below his waist. He swims towards me and holds out his hands in a non-threatening gesture, then mimes washing his hair.

Oh. He's going to do it for me.

I don't have much choice, so I turn around and lie back, carefully keeping my breasts below the surface. Then I feel his big hands lift my hair, and he runs his four fingers through it to get the tangles out. I'm surprised at how gentle he is for being such a big creature, and he doesn't tear any out as he washes. I sink into his hands as the sensation of someone touching me with such gentleness lulls my eyes closed.

That's when I feel him against my back—just a soft press right where that big, blue cock would be.

He's turned on by this. By me.

I should be frightened. It's just the two of us here, naked in a river. Me and a big, frightening trollkin, and he's washing my hair with the tip of his cock prodding me. I should worry about where this is going to lead, but he doesn't do anything untoward, and even tries to adjust so he's not touching me. I hear him mutter something in his guttural language, like he's chastising himself, as he continues washing my hair. Then his hands move down to my shoulders, my arms, and my back, making sure to scrub the grime and filth off of every inch of my skin, using one of my rags as a washcloth.

Unconsciously, I start to relax into it, letting my head droop forward while he reaches under the water and washes down my lower back and hips. He hesitates just above my butt, and then seems to decide to skip it and moves on to my legs. When he turns me around, he does the same with my breasts—avoiding them while he scrubs my chest and stomach.

I don't realize that I've become putty in his huge hands until he withdraws them and stands up. Oh. I guess the bath is done now. Almost immediately, I miss the feel of him rubbing me down all over. But when I turn around in the water to thank him... his enormous, hard cock is right in my face.

My feet wheel in surprise. As I try to put some distance between us, my heel catches on a rock I can't see, and I tumble backwards into the river. With my hands tied up, I can't catch myself or fight my way back to the surface. The water closes around my face, then my nose. I let out a panicked yelp that only gets swallowed up.

Above me, I hear Lo'zar shout something, but it's muffled. There's a dark shape moving through the water, fast. Before I can even try to get my feet under me, a huge mouth opens and flat, white teeth shine out from inside.

Suddenly, the rope tied around my arms jerks me back, and I'm yanked away from the monster's jaw right as it closes—ripping out some of my hair. It's Lo'zar hauling me up with him, out of the reach of a massive creature with shining brown skin and, admittedly, adorable little ears. The huge beast lets out a bellow, and starts to charge us.

While I gag and cough from the water I swallowed, Lo'zar tucks me under one arm and leaps out of the river. As our attacker clambers up the riverbank, Lo'zar scrambles to get to our pile of clothes, still holding me tight against him. Once more that mighty maw opens, and I scream as the monster charges us. Lo'zar sweeps up his gun, spins around, and fires.

BANG! The shot is deafening. The bullet meets the creature's head, splattering us with blood. It slows, legs crumpling underneath it, and falls to the ground in front of us in one big heap.

I'm panting as Lo'zar lowers the gun. That's when I realize we're pressed against each other, naked and breathing hard. Water drips down Lo'zar's sculpted chest, running in rivulets all the way to his groin. My nipples are puckered from the cold air and the feel of his skin on mine. I try not to look down, but I can't help myself.

His cock is even bigger now, thick and full and darker than the rest of his skin, with big veins branching their way up the shaft. Just looking at it, seeing how full with need it is, sends a sudden shock down into my hips. I can feel the entire length of it against my belly.

Quickly Lo'zar steps back and covers himself, trying to push it down with one arm the way someone might wrangle an unruly pet. He laughs awkwardly, and I remember that I, too, am standing there with my breasts exposed for the whole world to see. I turn away and cover myself with my tied arms. As he puts his pants back on, Lo'zar's face turns a deep purple.

"Ag yazik, Ree-mee?" he asks me, tilting his head. I think he's concerned about me.

I gape at him, then at the beast he just felled. "I'm okay," I answer. I dust off my arms like this was nothing. "Just fine."

With a charismatic smile, Lo'zar nods in approval. Then he notes the blood now covering both of us.

Time to wash off again.

When he leads me back to the cage I'm still completely naked. Once I'm behind bars, Lo'zar tosses me his long tunic, and I think he wants me to put it on. I slide it over my arms and find it carries the same warm, homey smell as the blankets. This must be Lo'zar's smell, the odd trollkin who saved my life.

I think then that I like it.

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