Page 63 of Knot All Is Ruined: Part 2

“I’ll come back in a bit with some food, real food, I might add. After that, no one should be bothering you until I’ve spoken to the council and explained what’s going on. If they agree to meet with you tomorrow, I’ll be sure to accompany whoever they send to escort you to the town hall. It is possible they’ll want a little time to talk amongst themselves about the matter, so it could be that they'll wait until the following day to meet with you,” Branko informed us. “Other than someone bringing meals, it should be pretty quiet. There is a bathroom attached with a shower, toilet, and sink. Pump the handle to get the water to flow to start, but once it's going, you’re good to use as much as you like. Oh, it’s not heated, but it will get you clean if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“Hey, that sounds like heaven to me. We haven’t seen a real bed or shower in over a week,” Victor muttered.

“I’ll be back with food. Let me know if there’s anything else you need at that point,” Branko said as he opened the door to the building and motioned us inside. “I’ll be locking the door, but it’s for everyone’s safety. Please understand.”

“You’ve been incredibly clear that this is the normal way of things. We will follow the rules your people have put in place,” Sorin assured him.

With that, we were left to our own devices. The building was set up exactly as he said, with rows of neatly prepared bunks waiting for whoever might need them. Each bed also had a large and small towel stacked at the foot of the bed. There was nothing fancy about the place, but it was absolutely well-maintained. These rebels weren’t a ragtag group of people but a whole other world hidden within the North. This is what things could be like once we put an end to the war and pooled resources.

“How are they so well supplied?” Cris asked as he picked up a towel. “None of this is what I expected at all.”

“Branko told me they raid supply trains to the various bases around the area,” I shared. “Although I’ve never seen things so nice get sent before.”

“It’s possible they could have gone after one of the supply runs that Oscad sent. There was a time before they considered sending us Omegas that goods like this would be more than what we needed. They were right, but my bastard of a father thought it was a waste. It could be why he didn’t feel the need to go after them for it,” Lucian offered.

I picked up a towel and looked at the label. Sure enough, it was branded by a company from Oscad. “Oddly enough, that makes perfect sense. Oscad wouldn’t know to look out for rebels, and they could have simply posed as soldiers and handed things over to them without a second thought. If the General didn’t make a scene over it, then there’s no reason for Oscad to have known.”

“Either way, I'm taking a shower,” Victor announced, grabbing a bar of soap out of his pack along with the towels.

Curious, I followed after him to see what the bathroom looked like. The space was simple with three sinks, two shower stalls, and three toilets also in individual stalls. There was a large hand pump in the middle of the bathroom, which Victor immediately started to work.

“Little Spark, can you turn on one of the showers? I’m not sure there’s another way to see if I’ve got it working,” Victor requested.

Sliding open a curtain and standing to the side, I turned on the knob. I yelped as the water instantly shot out. The spray was wider than I expected, drenching me before I could get out of the way.

Darting out of the stall, I crashed into a naked Victor who just laughed. “You need a shower too, might as well commit now that you’re already wet.”

There wasn’t much point in arguing with him. So I allowed him to help me out of my soggy clothes. They needed a good washing as well. With only one other change of clothes, they got pretty grimy rather quickly. Shivering, I looked at the shower dreading how chilly it was. While it was nowhere close to being as cold as that pond was, it was still nippley.

“The faster you get in and start scrubbing, the faster you’ll be done,” Victor pointed out as he scrubbed away at his body.

Watching the suds float over the ripples of his muscles had my pussy clenching with need. It was as if I was mesmerized by watching his hands run over his body, as if he was teasing me with the sight just to get me in the shower. With his hand clasped around his cock, he started to stroke it. I knew he’d done this for my benefit. With the glide of the soap, he was easily working over his piercings, making me shiver for a whole other reason as I remembered what that sensation felt like.

Before I knew it, I was removing his hand so I could do it for him. A pleased rumble echoed deep in his chest at my touch, making me smile up at him. He knew how much I loved to be able to draw those sounds out of my guys, to hear just how much they enjoyed my attention. Working the soap into a lather, he started to wash me as I stroked his cock, letting my thumb swirl around the tip as it jumped in my hand.

“God that feels so good,” Victor moaned, needing to brace himself on the stall of the shower.

Using both hands, I started a gentle wringing motion to switch up the movement. “What about this?”

“Little Spark, anything you do is amazing. It’s more the fact you want to give me pleasure that makes this all so incredible,” Victor whispered into my ear as he cupped my breasts and flicked my erect nipples.

Shuddering, I whimpered at the touch arching into his hands. So went the rest of our shower as he washed every inch of my body and I kept him on the edge of coming the entire time. I would speed up my movements, see the way his jaw clenched as the build grew more intense, only to switch up the rhythm and slow it down. The heated look I got the third time I did it told me that I was walking on thin ice.

Grabbing the back of my legs, he hoisted me up against the stall of the shower and pressed himself against me. To my surprise he didn’t thrust into me, just against me, letting his cock thrust over top of my pussy, the tip of his cock hitting my clit in the most perfect way. His face was buried in my neck as he rutted against me, grunts of pleasure escaping his lips as he bucked moments before he came. Hot cum splashed on my stomach as he ground against me, sending me over the cliff into my own climax.

“Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mumbled as Victor slid a hand between my legs to rub out every last drop of that orgasm. As my nails dug into his shoulders, I was hit with a second orgasm stronger than the first one making me bare down wishing there was a cock inside me.

“So beautiful,” Victor said in a soft voice, the heat of his words drifting across the skin of my neck. “My stunning Little Spark coming undone in my arms, there will never be a more precious sight to see.”

Love and warmth suffused me as he carefully placed me back on my feet, making sure I was steady. I thought there might be a moment where my legs wouldn’t hold me, but they did. Then in the most loving gesture, he rinsed the soap from my body with small handfuls of water so I wasn’t assaulted with the cold spray. It didn’t work for my hair but he held me in his arms keeping me as warm as possible. People always talk about the grand gesture of love, but for me, simple moments like this were what spoke volumes.