“Here. Let me help you,” Rema said, carefully scooping me up into his arms.
I groaned as every muscle twinged. I felt like I’d run a marathon. Everything was sore.
Rema’s chuckle was wicked as he strode to the bathroom. “Poor little female. I’ve broken you.”
Steam gathered in the bathroom, the stone bathtub already filled, with what looked like herbs floating on the surface of the hot water.
“But do not worry, I will put you back together,” he murmured, lowering me into the tub.
The water was nearly scorching and smelled strongly of herbs, but I moaned softly as it closed over my shoulders like a soothing blanket.
The pain between my legs flared briefly, but faded to a muted ache as the water did its job.
“Much better,” I said, leaning back against the lip of the tub, just to start when Rema’s leg stepped in beside me. Arms gathered me up, shifting me so his big body could slide into the water behind me, his legs bracketing me on either side, and his hard cock pressing into my spine as he pulled me back into his chest.
“Don’t worry, Little Goddess. I am only here for this,” he said, a smile in his voice as his upper hands started kneading the sore muscles of my shoulders.
His lower hands caressed down my sides to start massaging my aching hips, the sides of my butt, and the tops of my thighs, fingers dipping to press along the inside of my legs as well, where my muscles were especially tense before starting over again.
I groaned, leaning my head back against him and closed my eyes. His upper hands worked my shoulders until the muscles were soft and pliant before moving up to rub at my neck, soothing the bruise I was sure I had from his hand during the dance.
The water and touch lulled me into a semi-conscious state. I didn't even stir when Rema started washing me with a cloth, choosing instead to stay passive and let him take care of me.
He scrubbed me clean, taking extra care to be gentle when cleaning between my legs, his fingers a barely there brush against my tender flesh. A hand pressed into my upper back, leaning me forward where another hand on my chest braced me so he could soap my hair.
“Tilt your head back,” he ordered softly.
I did as he asked, warm water rinsing the suds from my hair and fingers massaging my scalp as my reward.
A floral smelling oil was worked into my ends, and my hair wrapped in a silky cloth and pinned to the top of my head before Rema pulled me back against him to soak.
When the water cooled, Rema touched something on the side of the tub, and the stone around us heated up until the water was once again scorching.
I must have fallen back asleep because the next thing that I was aware of was Rema lifting me up as he stood and got out of the tub.
“Hmmm. That was nice,” I murmured as he sat me on the counter and started drying me off with a soft drying cloth. I was pleased when there was only a dull ache left between my legs.
His low chuckle had me opening my eyes to look at him.
He was stark naked in front of me. Gloriously naked. All those pale muscles right at my fingertips. I gave in and reached out to run my hand down his chest.
His hand at my wrist halted my downward journey.
“Behave. You are not ready for me yet.”
I pouted, but pulled my hand back. “Spoilsport.”
Rema spread my legs, and very, very gently, ran a finger through my folds.
I hissed through my teeth, shying away from the touch.
He let me go with a smirk. “See?”
I crossed my arms, snapping my legs shut. “Yeah, yeah. Put some clothes on then.”
He grinned, raising an eyebrow as he wrapped the towel around my shoulders. “Very well. Stay put. I will help you dress.”
He left me on the countertop, giving me a tantalizing view of his tight ass as he left the room, his wings held loosely to his sides.
