Page 20 of The Bride Auction

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Would you like to take a shower?” I asked. “I think it might be a good idea. A hot shower usually helps clear the cobwebs out of my head.”

“I’m not positive what a cobweb is, but I understand your meaning.”

Renick disappeared into the bathroom leaving the door partially open. I didn’t intend to look, but he stood in the opened door naked. My mouth watered. Part of me knew it was wrong since he was in mourning, but I wanted to go to him, or for him to come to me. My heart ached for him, and I wanted to offer him some comfort.

I heard the shower turn on and sat on the bed for a little longer, stretching my legs before deciding to join him.

I picked up his discarded clothes and placed them in a heap in a woven wicker-like basket. I dropped my clothes on the floor next to the bed. They weren’t laundry after all.

“What are you doing in here?” Renick asked. His eyes hooded with lust as he took in my naked body.

I joined him in the shower, dragging a small stool I’d found under the towel rack.

“Showering,” I said, stepping underneath the warm water. “With you,” I clarified in case he misunderstood my intention.

For once I was unashamed of my body. All its unsightly cellulite, overly wide hips, extra padding I carried around my midsection, I didn’t notice it. My sole purpose was to comfort Renick.

“What’s the stool for?” he asked.

“Sit, and you’ll find out.”

Emotionally exhausted, Renick placed his hand on the tiled shower wall and sat. I stepped beside him until his head was under the water, wetting the roots of his hair. I poured a bit of shampoo into my hands and massaged his scalp.

“When I was little and not feeling my best, my mother washed my hair. Even though we never spoke while she was doing it, I felt the love come through with her fingers massaging my scalp.” I poured every ounce of love I had into washing Renick’s hair, making sure I rinsed until the water ran clean.

“I don’t have any conditioner, but that's okay,” I said, then proceeded to take the soap. I started by washing his face and shoulders. It took me a moment to get down onto my knees to wash his lower back, his muscular thighs, and calves. My fingers danced along the inside of his thighs, skimming over his manhood.

“Hold on a second,” I said.

I leaned on him and moved against the wall to stand up, careful of my back and my legs.

“I get a little sore sometimes after the accident,” I said as he began to protest. “Let me do this for you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” I knelt down again, kissing his lips as I lowered myself down to the slick shower floor carefully. I began to kiss down his body, covering his pecs with feather light kisses. I tried to bend down further, but my leg wouldn’t cooperate.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I'm sure.”

“Then trust me.” He put his hands under my arms, lifting me until I was standing, before he turned around and set me on the stool. My skin was warm from brushing against his body compounded with the water running down my head.

He stood in front of me. “Please don’t if you’re not absolutely certain. There’s no coming back from this. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not prepared for. I’ll wait for you, my bride.”

In response, I leaned forward to smatter kisses on his inner thighs. I took the time to study his alien cock. It was about the same length as a humans, only dark purple and thicker with ridges almost scale-like on the sides.

I reached out to touch the ridges, and he moaned in pleasure when my skin came in contact with his. “They’re soft!” I exclaimed.

“When I get excited, they’ll harden and exude their own lubricant,” he said.

I cupped his balls with my hands before taking his shaft in my mouth. He tasted a little salty, and I moaned as he hardened between my lips. I licked his shaft, applying slight pressure to the scale-like places.

He flattened his hand against the shower wall, placing his other hand behind my head while I sucked harder. I swirled my tongue faster until he groaned my name and hot spurts jetted down my throat. He pulled back, still partially erect, remnants of his release dripping down the drain.

I licked my lips. “Well, something else here tastes like chocolate.” I winked.

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