I stare up into the prince’s obsidian eyes, which have gone from widened in shock to slightly narrowed in confusion and concern. I had to keep from looking away at the feeling of my friends staring at me in presumed shock. “Is that something you actually want to do?” He finally asks after what felt like hours of silence that was only a few moments, searching my face for any signs of my question not being my own.

“Yes, yes, I do. I promise, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to.” I couldn’t tell if my reassurance actually came off as reassuring to him with his eyes still narrowed, but he didn’t stop me when I stood and took the bottle of soap and sponge Syrion grabbed for me. “May I wash your body, my prince?” I ask again, feeling more nervous than I had been a few moments ago.

After an even longer moment of the prince silently searching my face, he spoke, “You may, as long as it is something you are truly wanting to do.” I could feel his eyes still on me as I look down to soak and soap up the sponge, certainly searching for any signs of hesitance.

I take a deep breath, staring down at the sudsy sponge for a short while, working myself up to putting it to his skin. When I glance up to meet the obsidian eyes watching me closely, I press the sponge to the off-white skin of his chest, gently scrubbing along the length of his chest. I quickly go back to watching the suds on his chest slowly slide down his chest, then down his belly, then lower, then my eyes shoot back up to his chest. Moving to his left, I scrub his shoulder and down his arms to his fingers. I move to scrub his back, surprised at how defined his butt was as I scrub lower. I quickly move on to his right side when I hear giggles from the two next to us, though glancing over to them it was clear they weren’t paying much attention to us anymore. That’s good, it would have been much more embarrassing if they were still watching us.

I stand in front of the prince once again, glancing up to meet his still watching eyes while absentmindedly chewing on my lip in thought. I need him to stand up, but in doing so means I’ll be so much closer to his cock. His very intimidatingly large cock that I know I will need to a lot of preparation for if I ever get to that point of our relationship as master and pet. I’ll need to ask Nalik or Syrion about the preparations needed for such activities, I have no idea how to prepare myself for him. They do though, so they’re the ones I know I can ask. I would likely have to ask Ryliar for certain supplies as well. But that was something that I can focus on later.

At the feeling of large fingers gently taking hold of my chin and a thumb tugging my lip from between my teeth, pulling me from my thoughts and making me refocus on his watchful obsidian eyes. “You seem a million miles away. What’s got you worrying at you lip that way?”

“I… I need to get your legs.” I stammer, my gaze trailing down to between his legs before quickly yanking my gaze back up to his. His own eyes flicking back up to meet mine after following my gaze with a glint of realization, likely understanding my hesitance now.

“Right, of course. Would you prefer I wash that part myself?” The question was shocking to me, though his kindness and understanding of my hesitance and anxieties shouldn’t be a surprise any longer. And yet here I was, stunned that he offered to wash himself so I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.

I shake my head, “It’s okay, prince. I can do it… I’ve just never… I’ve never experienced doing anything like this involving a Varyxan like yourself.” I admit in an embarrassed whisper, my cheeks flushed at admitting to something like that. “Not that we are meant to experience anything, of course-”

“You were never prepared to handle us?” He interrupts, concern scrunching his face up in a way that was all the more surprising. “I know there are volunteers to teach pets how to handle us, many of the guards here and those under my command even volunteer. Why have you not been prepared to handle us?”

Now it was my turn for my face to scrunch up in confusion, furrowing my brows and tilting my head at him. “We were taught that we needed to stay pure and untouched for our masters. Master Mayvax made it very clear to us that we were to stay untouched.” I explain, looking over to meet Nalik and Syrion’s equally confused expressions. “Were we not taught that way, Nalik?”

He nods in confirmation, “Yes, we were. Of course, there were a few of us that didn’t listen to that lesson. But most of our group did, we were made to believe that that is what our master’s would want from us.” He explains further, clearly just as confused as I was.

“That isn’t how you should have been taught. The Varyxan are not a pious race, there should have been no reason for the two of you to been taught that way.” Syrion chimes in, their concerned gaze flicking back and forth between me and Nalik. “Is that why you were so nervous about being alone with Faelix? Because you were never prepared to actually handle a Varyxan physically?”

It was embarrassing and I was ashamed to admit that that was exactly what made me feel so nervous to be alone with the prince, but I still nod my confirmation to their questions. It felt all the more shameful to feel their eyes on me as I turned my head to avoid meeting any of their gazes.

The prince lets out a sigh through his nose, soft but clearly irritated. “I will ensure that you are taught then, I will interview some of my men that are smaller than I am to better prepare you for me.” The prince tells me, causing me to tense and feel a bit sick to my stomach.

“You would rather have someone else teach me? I do not feel comfortable with someone else touching me in the same ways you would, my prince.” It came out before I could stop it, before I could think over my words and prepare a better response to his decision. But I didn’t think before I spoke, something in me needed to make it clear that I wouldn’t- no… I couldn’t let any other Varyxan touch me the way he would. I was just starting to feel more comfortable with the prince. To have someone else handling me the way he would? It might just scare me away from being comfortable with him all over again.

The shocked expression on the prince’s face made me tense more with fear twisting in my belly in a way I hadn’t felt in weeks, then he was shaking his head a little, his expression softening. “Please don’t make that face. I’m not upset, Ivorix. Just simply surprised.” His words were gentle, reassuring, just enough to make my shoulders relax. “If having another teach you how to handle me is an uncomfortable thought, then I can do so myself.” He goes on, voice all the more gentle and soft as a whisper, as if it were a little secret for just the two of us to share.

I tear my gaze from his once again, watching the water to the side of us and away from the other two. I was thinking over my words this time, trying to figure out the best way to say what I’m about to request. “I… I-I would like to start tonight, if that isn’t too much to ask, Prince Faelix.” My voice was just as soft as his, no louder than a whisper so that only he could hear.

The long silence was so nerve-wracking that it had me wishing that he would just give his answer already, the anxiety induced knots in my belly were almost unbearable. I was starting to worry that my request was in fact too much too soon. What am to do with myself if he tells me no? That would be absolutely humiliating, I don’t think I’d be able to face him again if he were to tell me no after getting the courage to make such a request. I know it would be done gently and would be purely out of concern for my own well-being, but I would still feel humiliated. How could it not be humiliating?

But when I look back up to meet his watching eyes, I see nothing more than him thinking over my words and searching my face, then his eyes wander down before flicking back up to see mine moments after. “This is truly what you want?” He asks, searching my face more closely. I simply nod, unable to bring myself to answer verbally. “And would you prefer to be alone, or have your friends to stay as a comfort?”

I hesitantly glance over to those very friends, seeing Nalik’s head snapping to turn away as if he wasn’t just watching us while Syrion did nothing to hide that they were watching us. The idea of them leaving me now made my stomach twist in an uncomfortable way. “I’d like for them to stay, th-they both know what it’s like. I would like their comfort.” I look back up at him and let him take the sponge from my hands and place it somewhere out of sight, watching him stand up to his full height.

“Alright,” He turns to them. “The two of you, please come closer. Ivorix would like your comforts.” His request was yet another surprise that shouldn’t have been, but it’s a welcome relief all the same.

They do as requested and are on either side of me as the prince moves closer, closing the distance between us, then a pair of large hands are lifting and holding me flush against his chest with such ease that I wonder if I weighed anything to him at all. He moves us further into the water and sets me down on the stone paved ledge where he had sat when we first entered the room. He helped the other two hoist themselves up to sit on either side of me, but his eyes stayed on me without straying for even a second. The look in his eyes was unrecognizable to me, yet it made my stomach knot up and twist in a way that was far more pleasant than I expected. It was making my body react and this time, with a pair of large hands keeping my hips still while the other pair are on my knees to keep my legs wide open for him to fit between them, I was unable to hide my body’s reaction.

The prince lowered himself into the water until his face was between my legs, staring up at me before leaning forward, forcing a gasp out of me as I fall back, luckily into soft furry arms instead of onto the stone floor. My hands even shooting straight for the prince’s head, taking hold of his horns. The pleasure he was giving me building and building so quickly yet not quickly enough at the same time, and it was so close to spilling over, so very close…

Then the prince lifts his heads and pulls off of me, I whimper at the loss and look down at him in dazed confusion. “Not yet, Ivorix. I’ll let you come soon enough, just not yet.” The way he spoke was so different than his usual gentleness, his voice was somehow lower, deeper. It made my heart pound harder than it already was, but not from fear. The way he said my name and the almost hungry gleam in his eyes made a pleasant tingle surge down my body again. I watch as he adjusts himself just a small bit, his eyes locked onto mine as a hand moves from my hip to my knee to replace the one that moved to gesture off to the side. “Nalik, there’s a bottle of oil in the bottom drawer of that dresser. I’ll need it for the next part of the lesson. Please retrieve it for me.”

I feel Nalik get up to do as requested but I couldn’t bring myself to glance over at him with the way Prince Faelix watched me so intently. It felt as if I were entranced by him, and it was intoxicating. Then Nalik's hand appearing in my line-of-sight brakes me from the trance, holding a tall and somewhat thin clear bottle with a clear and thick liquid within. I managed to look up at Nalik this time as he sits back next to me, confusion taking over as he takes my hand from where it was on the prince’s horn, having a look of understanding that only confused me more.

“This part may hurt a bit, Ivorix. But it’s okay. We’re here and you can squeeze my hand as hard as you need to.” His reassurance felt out of place to me, yet also gave me a sense of calm that eased my anxiety.

“Everything will stop the moment you wish for it to. You will not be made to suffer if it’s too much.” The prince adds in, trying to reassure me that whatever he’s about to do is under my control just as much as it is his.

I nod at him in understanding, watching as he snaps the top of the bottle open with the hand that was still on my hip and carefully pouring some of the thick liquid onto the fingers of his free hand before lowering them down to between my legs. The gentle prodding was a little odd at first, then as it became more than just prodding, it hurt, but only initially. The pain faded and it became difficult to stay still or keep quiet. I couldn’t even keep my eyes on his, my head tossed back into Syrion’s shoulder and squeezed Nalik’s hand.

I can hear the both of me whispered to me in a comforting tone, but their words eluded me. My mind overrun by the pleasure Prince Faelix brought me that all other thought was gone, all I could think of about was Faelix and how his hands made my skin burn in such a way that I never wanted them to leave. It took everything in my to not pull on the horn I still kept hold of as it was the only other thing my mind could focus on. And as the pleasure built up more and more and more… he didn’t stop, he let it finally spill over and helped me ride out the waves of pleasure that shook my body until I went limp in Syrion’s arms with shaky legs only held up by the prince’s hands.

Taking deep breaths, I looked back down at Prince Faelix, catching the near hungry expression in his eyes before he blinks and shakes his head ever so slightly to clear it away. “That will be all for today, let us wash you up and get you all to bed.” He tells us, his tone making it clear that there will be no arguing. Not that I had planned to, I still could barely comprehend thoughts.

All I could do was simply allow the three of them to bring me back into the comforting warm water with Prince Faelix doing most of the work. I could feel his body’s reaction to what he had done to me and I wanted to learn how to please him too, but I knew there would be no point in trying to convince him at this moment. Not when I could barely stand on my own. So, I let him wash my body and rinse my hair of the conditioner, then dry me off and moisturize my skin and brush hair oils into my hair before braiding it with care. Then I let him wrap me up in my robe before putting on his own and picking me up to carry me back into the main room of his bed chambers. Then he stopped, glancing down at me with a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

“Faelix, are you alright?” Syrion spoke up.

He doesn’t answer immediately though, taking a few more moments to think before speaking, “Yes, I’m alright.” Then he carries me out of the main room of his chambers and leads the way back to our room.

He set me down in the nest bed with the help of the other two, making sure I was comfortable and that the other two would keep an eye on me for the rest of the night. Then he was out the door without another word, the other two snuggling up to me and wrapped their arms around me, as I was left to think over everything that had happened and how intense it was… and how I wanted even more.