This is a busy time
in the valley with a lot of unusual activity. I merely thought that you would
appreciate a period of reflection and peace. Was I wrong?”
Bish stared at the young man lounging at ease in the
doorway. There was no denying that he was a man—a young male with broad
shoulders and chest. The smooth blue skin, the gently pointed ears and tilted
eyes all contributed to an overall picture of virile, tough manhood. Bish
didn’t make the mistake of underestimating his nephew. He noted the strong,
muscular biceps ringed with vaguely Celtic tattoos and remembered the ease
Wolfe had displayed that morning when he carried his mother to her room. He was
the strangest eighteen-year-old that Bish had ever encountered. “So Wolfe, what
do you do here in the valley? You have a young lady you’re interested in?”
“I am an apprentice healer. Soon I will go to Rebaccah’s
Promise to complete my training.” Wolfe turned and walked back into the bed
room. “I will leave you alone now. When dinner is ready, I will send someone to
let you know.”
Bish heard the soft sound of the door closing. It seemed
that his wish was granted. He was alone. He had an idea that his question about
a young lady was the reason that Wolfe had suddenly left him on his own.
Absently he fitted the plug, a beautifully carved rose, in
the drain and began filling the tub. A bath was exactly what he needed,
followed by a nap. Maybe then he would feel almost human again. Maybe he would
even wake up to find that the last twenty-four hours had been some kind of
awful nightmare. He wasn’t counting on that, though. Not at all.
Bish stripped off the filthy t-shirt and shorts and stepped
into the tub. The water wasn’t steaming hot like he was used to but comfortably
warm. Keeping Wolfe’s warning in mind, he dipped out a bit of the green soap
and smeared it on the small cloth and began to wash his legs and sore feet.
Immediately, he discovered that he could have used it for a bubble bath. As the
water pounding into the tub hit the soap, bubbles frothed in big piles. Soon
they covered him to his waist.
He turned the water off and leaned back for a leisurely
soak, secure in the knowledge that he wouldn’t likely be disturbed. There were
so many things to think about. Was he really trapped in the valley? Or was
there some reason Baron wanted him to believe that he was? Merlyn. How
long would it take before he was comfortable calling his brother Merlyn?
On the walk from the caves, Jade had mentioned that the blue
skin and other changes were an adaptation so they could survive in the valley.
He wondered how long it would be before he started turning blue. Maybe it was
in the food, he speculated. Maybe the weird green eggs he had for breakfast had
something to do with it.
When he was sitting on the steps with Dai, the old man
warned him not to approach any of the women. His cock hardened at just the
thought of the woman at the bakery. She certainly wasn’t his usual type but
something in the way she moved had the blood rushing to his cock. Bish wondered
if the women also were naked beneath their little wrapped dresses. His rod
stuck up out of the bubbles as though seeking an answer.
He fisted it with an idle stroke or two and then thought, Why
not? This bath was all about relaxing and de-stressing from the jumbling
rush of impressions and events in the past few hours. There weren’t many better
ways to de-stress alone than a little hand job. Helping himself to another dab
of the fragrant soap, he spread the slippery stuff over his cock before cupping
his balls in his soapy hand. Might as well get really clean while he was at
it! After a while he grasped his cock in his fist and stroked with slow
purpose, enjoying the pure sensuality of handling his hard flesh while lazing
in the tub.
Normally a shower man, he’d never understood why women found
the idea of a bath so attractive. Was this what they did when they were in the
bath? Did they
in the valley with a lot of unusual activity. I merely thought that you would
appreciate a period of reflection and peace. Was I wrong?”
Bish stared at the young man lounging at ease in the
doorway. There was no denying that he was a man—a young male with broad
shoulders and chest. The smooth blue skin, the gently pointed ears and tilted
eyes all contributed to an overall picture of virile, tough manhood. Bish
didn’t make the mistake of underestimating his nephew. He noted the strong,
muscular biceps ringed with vaguely Celtic tattoos and remembered the ease
Wolfe had displayed that morning when he carried his mother to her room. He was
the strangest eighteen-year-old that Bish had ever encountered. “So Wolfe, what
do you do here in the valley? You have a young lady you’re interested in?”
“I am an apprentice healer. Soon I will go to Rebaccah’s
Promise to complete my training.” Wolfe turned and walked back into the bed
room. “I will leave you alone now. When dinner is ready, I will send someone to
let you know.”
Bish heard the soft sound of the door closing. It seemed
that his wish was granted. He was alone. He had an idea that his question about
a young lady was the reason that Wolfe had suddenly left him on his own.
Absently he fitted the plug, a beautifully carved rose, in
the drain and began filling the tub. A bath was exactly what he needed,
followed by a nap. Maybe then he would feel almost human again. Maybe he would
even wake up to find that the last twenty-four hours had been some kind of
awful nightmare. He wasn’t counting on that, though. Not at all.
Bish stripped off the filthy t-shirt and shorts and stepped
into the tub. The water wasn’t steaming hot like he was used to but comfortably
warm. Keeping Wolfe’s warning in mind, he dipped out a bit of the green soap
and smeared it on the small cloth and began to wash his legs and sore feet.
Immediately, he discovered that he could have used it for a bubble bath. As the
water pounding into the tub hit the soap, bubbles frothed in big piles. Soon
they covered him to his waist.
He turned the water off and leaned back for a leisurely
soak, secure in the knowledge that he wouldn’t likely be disturbed. There were
so many things to think about. Was he really trapped in the valley? Or was
there some reason Baron wanted him to believe that he was? Merlyn. How
long would it take before he was comfortable calling his brother Merlyn?
On the walk from the caves, Jade had mentioned that the blue
skin and other changes were an adaptation so they could survive in the valley.
He wondered how long it would be before he started turning blue. Maybe it was
in the food, he speculated. Maybe the weird green eggs he had for breakfast had
something to do with it.
When he was sitting on the steps with Dai, the old man
warned him not to approach any of the women. His cock hardened at just the
thought of the woman at the bakery. She certainly wasn’t his usual type but
something in the way she moved had the blood rushing to his cock. Bish wondered
if the women also were naked beneath their little wrapped dresses. His rod
stuck up out of the bubbles as though seeking an answer.
He fisted it with an idle stroke or two and then thought, Why
not? This bath was all about relaxing and de-stressing from the jumbling
rush of impressions and events in the past few hours. There weren’t many better
ways to de-stress alone than a little hand job. Helping himself to another dab
of the fragrant soap, he spread the slippery stuff over his cock before cupping
his balls in his soapy hand. Might as well get really clean while he was at
it! After a while he grasped his cock in his fist and stroked with slow
purpose, enjoying the pure sensuality of handling his hard flesh while lazing
in the tub.
Normally a shower man, he’d never understood why women found
the idea of a bath so attractive. Was this what they did when they were in the
bath? Did they
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