Page 97 of Catastrophe

“In a minute. It’s nice in here.” I could feel her stare at me, our bond throbbing with worry, and knew she was checking my threads. “I’m fine, I promise. Just enjoying a swim. Can’t swim in rivers at home without getting diphtheria. “

“Wash yourself while you’re in there.” Baelen said and tossed something at me. It hit my stomach, bounced off, and I caught it on the rebound. Soap.

“You just had this on you?” I asked.

“We went to the main house for towels.”

“We’re on the island?”

“We’re on the island.” Clawdia looked around and then burst into laughter. I stopped swimming and exchanged glances with Zaide and Baelen as she continued to laugh hysterically until tears came pouring from her eyes and she was crouched, holding her stomach.

“Want to let us in on the joke, Clawdicat?” I asked.

“We just escaped from a hunter compound and we’re back where we started, on this godforsaken island. But we’re alive.” She cheered loudly, her arms in the air as she bounced around. “We’re alive!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her, too. “Can’t take us down that easy!”

“Don’t taunt the Fates,” Zaide muttered, but he smiled and his purple eyes seemed more alert and alive than they had been.

Clawdia launched herself into his arms, and he caught her easily. “The Fates are on our side, Zaide. I know it. We survived and I’m going to enjoy the fact that we are all here. Together.”

“Oh?” Baelen asked, a laugh in his voice. “And how are you going to do that?”

She let go of Zaide and raised a haughty eyebrow. “Well, first, I’m going to do this.” She pulled the filthy wet t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the side, hitting the wood with a slap.

I smiled, floating on my back again, and letting my eyes wander over her beautiful form. She licked her lips as she stared at me and then she said, “And then I’m going to do this.”

She ran toward me, and cannon balled into the lake, sending a giant splash into the air. She emerged from the surface laughing, her hair wrapped wildly around her face, and it made me laugh. She gripped onto me and I placed the soap in her hand and pushed her hair back from her face.

“You might need this more than me.”

She smiled at me, a playful look on her face, and my body stirred with desire. “How about you do me and I do you?”

I raised a brow at her sultry tone and said, “well I don’t need these anymore, do I?” and I stripped off my trousers and t-shirt, heaving them onto the dock.

Zaide and Baelen avoided the soggy clothes, and Baelen asked, “Is this an open invitation?”

“Of course. We all need a wash, don’t we?” Clawdia replied, her breasts bobbing on the surface as she floated on her back.

“You heard the boss.” I laughed. “Come in, but keep your cocks to yourself.”

Zaide and Baelen exchanged a glance. Zaide told him, “Charlie is intimidated by cocks bigger than his own.”

Baelen nodded sagely. “An understandable fear for someone so … inadequate.”

Clawdia’s arm wrapped around me from behind, and her wet body plastered against my back. “Ignore them. You aren’t inadequate at all. Far from it.” She rubbed the bar of soap around my chest and kissed my neck. My cock twitched in response.

An enormous splash almost drowned us and alerted us to Zaide and Baelen jumping in. I pulled Clawdia around so she plastered to my front instead and took the soap to run over her arms, her back, her neck, before circling her gorgeous tits. I couldn’t resist pinching her nipple and she gasped against my lips before locking me into a hot, frantic kiss, which had us grinding against each other as we treaded water.

A golden hand sneaked between us to take the soap and at the same time a bronze figure approached from underwater. Clawdia jumped and then laughed when he nibbled her toe.

Baelen breached the surface, grinning widely in a way I hadn’t seen before, and Clawdia untangled herself from me to swim into his arms and kiss him. Jealousy didn’t rise at the sight of them together and even Dralie seemed happy to watch his mate sink into the kisses Baelen pampered her with.

Zaide washed himself silently. It didn’t escape my notice that he was being far quieter than usual. It reminded me of the days we spent in the cave waiting for Clawdia to wake up, how he slowly became more and more distant. But there was a time and a place for everything and you don’t talk about trauma with a man who had his dick out. It’s a rule somewhere.

Clawdia must have felt something in her many bonds and turned from Baelen to lavish attention on her titan soul pair. She took the soap from him and slowly, carefully, washed him. It wasn’t erotic or playful. It was care. Love. An act of service to show her devotion to him.

“I love you. You’ve been so strong.” I heard her whisper in his ear as she combed white hair out of his face. She peppered him with kisses and he clung to her, his fingers clenched into fists as he nuzzled into her neck.

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