The tick of the door had Gil side eye the old man as he quietly slipped a new basket into the doorway. Clean clothing and his red cape folded atop of it. The old man kept his head bowed, making sure to not raise his head in my presence. I hated that my pack had so much power over humans. All because our last leader was a total dick and made humans practically warship us. Granted that was over a hundred years ago. The humans just never really teetered from this.

I lightly cleared my throat, ridding my voice of any quiver that was left from my high.

        “ Thank you Niel. Would you get a room ready? Our customer will be staying with us until he sees fit. “ I said sliding off of Gil’s lap. He seemed reluctant to let me go which I thought was quite a cute gesture. His rough hand stayed on my hip as he stood up with me. If I didn't know better his height really would intimidate me. My nose brushed his collarbone as he placed a soft kiss on my forehead. Such a light gesture made my head spin with the desire to just hug him and melt into him. Never let him go again.

I had already forgotten of Niel‘s presence so I slightly jolted when he spoke.

         “ Of course sir. Shall I prepare anything else? Drinks perhaps?”

I looked up at Gil with a questioned look. He just softly smiled down at me, rubbing his thumb along my hip bone. His still erect cock was lightly brushing my stomach. God did I want to hurry and get into our room.

I could feel my voice shake as I cleared my mind of thoughts.

         “ Yes. A bottle of our plum rice wine and a small batch of strawberries.”

         “ Yes sir. The room will be the last on the left.” he said with a small bow and closed the door once again.

Gil watched Neils shadow leave before he looked down at me again.

         “ Strawberries? Those are extremely rare.” I could see a hint of drool on his lip and smiled. Proud I had remembered him talking of how much he loved them in the past.

         “ Take it as a thank you for the boar.” I said with a bit of snark in my tone then laughed as he raised his thick brow at me.

         “ Let me wash your back so you can get dressed.” I said grabbing his shoulder to turn him. Gil made a cute pouting face. Giving a small resistance to my guidance.

           “ Why can't we stay in the bath?” he placed his other hand on my hip and pulled me close to him again. Bending his lips to my neck. A small sound escaped my throat as his tongue traced up my collar to my jaw. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and arched my body to his. His fingers gripped tightly onto me lifting me enough to have his erection slide along my stomach again.

He ran his nose through my hair. Inhaling my scent as he moved to the top of my head where my ears were. Gently he placed a small nip on the side. Causing them to twitch back at the sudden attention.

He breathed seductively

        “ Do you think that you’re stretched out enough for me?” he groped my sides again sliding my body up his. He lifted me just enough to push me to the edge of the bath where my back met the edge. His hand ran down my ass and lifted up my thigh. Spreading my leg just enough for him to rest between me. Now I was hard again as the base of our cocks ran over each other. I let out a moan trying to keep my cool.

        “ I could manage. But there is something I'd like to do first.”

        “ Mm and what’s that Alric?” He gently brushed his hips to me. His cock gently settled at my entrance as he lifted me a bit higher. I felt my cheeks flush as my lifted leg reacted, wrapping itself around his firm buttocks. My body was begging for him to enter me but I wanted to get out of the water and into our room where he could ravish me till he was satisfied.

I bit back a soft moan and slid from his grasp. Stepping to his side and firmly turning him around. His emerald eyes watched me tentatively.

        “I want to show another form of gratitude. But not until we get into the room.” I placed the tip of my finger to his nose playfully.

He made a small frowning face then a defeated smile.

       “ I guess you’re lucky I'm such a sucker for a good back scrub.” he said as he bent over, resting his arms on the wooden edge. My heart suddenly sank to my stomach as I got to really see the damage on this man's body. Almost the entirety of his back was the pale white of scars. Barely any trace of his smooth tanned flushed remained. Some much deeper than others. And some red and fresh. The largest one. The one he mentioned before. Was about two fingers wide and ran from his left hip to the top of his spine. I remembered he had had this one when I first met him. Tho it looked much more fresh than it had now.

Maybe one day he’ll tell me the story of this. I moved to his side and grabbed more soap from a wood weaved basket that held other cleaning items.

When I reached for the yellow sponge I noticed his hands were slightly trembling as he brushed his thumbs together. But why?