by Logan Jacobs
When we entered the room, I was surprised to see the walls were actual stone and not more of the seashell and clay mixture I’d grown accustomed to. It was almost as if we’d entered a cave of sorts.
Careen pulled the sheer curtain back to display a sunken hot spring about six feet long, four feet wide, and surrounded by smooth stone that went all the way to the ceiling. I could see the steam rising off the water, and it beckoned me to climb in and let it wash all my worries away.
“Have a seat here on this ledge, Ben,” Careen said. “I will remove your bandages and let your wound air a bit while I gather the last of the supplies.”
I took a seat on the ledge as she instructed and positioned myself so she could easily get to the bandages and injury on my shoulder. With her tiny but deft hands, she gently removed the bandages and exposed the wound to the air. I looked down to see there was still thick green paste on it, but the cut itself seemed much less red and angry. The stitches had grown a bit looser, which was a good indication the swelling was going down, and everything was healing with no sign of infection.
“I am going to do a brief exam now,” Careen murmured. “Please tell me if anything I do causes you sharp or unbearable pain.”
I nodded to let her know to go ahead and took a deep breath just in case. Her gentle touch was like feathers and silk on my skin, though. She gently touched and examined, but she never caused any pain, and I was surprised when she announced she was done.
“You are healing so splendidly!” she almost squealed. “Our queen will be so happy to hear. Give me a moment, and I will help you into the bath.”
I sat right where she left me and examined my shoulder for myself. I poked in various places just to see if it was only Careen’s gentle touch that made a difference, but I was delighted to find my big meaty hands didn’t hurt either. I decided to try to shrug my shoulders and was able to do so with only mild soreness. Next, I decided to see how far I could raise my elbow up without pain. That didn’t go as well as I’d hoped it would, and I needed to stop when a sharp pain shot right through the wound when I got my elbow a few inches from my side. So, I decided not to push it by doing circles with my shoulders and waited for Careen to return.
I’d just closed my eyes to relax a bit when I heard her come back in the room. I tiredly blinked up to see her standing there with nothing on but a slightly off white kind of sundress that barely covered her assets.
I sat there like a dumbass, unable to say a word.
“I should explain,” she said as a blush came to her cheeks. “This is a bathing shift I am wearing. While the waters of the spring are good for the body and skin, they can be harsh on delicate materials, so these were designed to wear for bathing.”
“Uh, you wear those when you bathe yourself, too?” I asked
Her laughter chimed in my ears like the melody of my favorite song.
“No, they are worn by women who are given the duty to bathe royalty,” she explained. “This is the men’s royal bathing chamber, and it has too long been empty. It is an honor to wear this and have the privilege to bathe the first man in our village in quite some time. Especially one who has proven himself to be such a hero and warrior.”
I knew somehow I would offend her if I said I didn’t feel worthy of such treatment, so I kept my mouth shut about all that. An old dog can learn new tricks, after all.
“I am glad you are here, Careen,” I said, since I didn’t know what else to do or say.
“There is nowhere else I would rather be,” she replied simply. “I should tell you, the water is mostly a freshwater source, but some saltwater from the sea tends to find its way to the spring. Normally, that just helps to soften the skin, but with your wound, there might be a little stinging involved. It is good for the injury, though, if you can tolerate it.
“I will do my best.”
“Very well, let us begin,” she told me. “Would you like to undress here or in the water?”
The thought of being naked and conscious in front of a woman for the first time in, well, awhile, seemed a little daunting. I started to request we get in the water first, but something between my brain and my hands got confused, and suddenly I found myself undoing my breeches and letting them drop to the floor. I had nothing else on, so that was easily taken care of.
The entire time I undressed, Careen looked me in my eyes and never once gazed down. That was some serious self-control.
But I did catch a hint of a smile on her face when I made it clear I didn’t need the water to hide me.
“Very good, Ben,” she smiled, “now take it slow, we sand the steps to keep them from being slippery, but it never hurts to be cautious.”
She got on my right side, took my arm, and walked with me down the steps. As soon as my legs hit the water, the warmth of it eased into my muscles and bones, and I immediately relaxed. I stepped all the way into the pool, and it came just to my belly button. Then I looked at Careen. The water came nearly to her shoulders, and I wondered how she was going to manage to wash me with such a height difference.
“When you are ready, there is a bench of sorts over here for you to sit on while I wash your hair,” she said as if she read my mind. “There is a stone behind it for me to stand on, so the height difference won’t be much of an issue.”
I decided to see how bad this water was going to sting the cut on my shoulder. So, I slowly lowered myself into the pool and was relieved to feel only a slight, itchy type of sting around the wound. It definitely wasn’t unbearable and felt more irritated than anything.
I was rewarded for my bravery with a smile from Careen. Then she motioned me over to the bench with her hand, and I followed her directions. It was at the perfect level for my height and even had a back support on it so I could really relax.
“Just tilt your head back, rest your neck on the smooth stone, and let me do the rest,” she said in her soft voice.
I tilted my head back as she asked and was greeted with a view of her breasts that were totally visible through the wet bathing shift. They were so very full, the nipples dark and hard from the coolness of the room, and my dick grew instantly hard at the sight of them. I forced myself to close my eyes so I could resist the urge to push up her dress, grab one of those breasts with my hand, and suck on the other. This woman was here to help me, not to have me ogle her.
Careen started to wash my hair with a very pleasant citrusy smelling soap. It reminded me of sunshine and warm spring days, and I focused on that until my blood started to redistribute throughout my body. The feel of her soft, tiny hands in my hair relaxed me even more, and I decided I could probably stay right there forever. All too soon, though, she was rinsing the soap out of my hair, and it was time to move on.
I heard her step down into the pool and move over to my injured shoulder. She did another brief examination before she began to cleanse the wound. She used a different soap on that, one without much scent, but I probably didn’t want the citrusy stuff on there, anyway. She washed away all of the green poultice that had covered the wound, and I looked down to see a bright red slash with perfect little stitches in it, but far too many to count.
The healer looked very pleased with what she found after washing all the goop away.
“I couldn’t have asked for better results,” she said with a smile. “The queen and Talise will be most pleased. I think you are done with the poultice and the heavy bandages.”
“That’s definitely a good thing, right?” I asked.
“Oh yes, it’s quite remarkable, really,” she replied. “Your stitches should stay in for another five or six days, but the way you are healing, they might be ready to go in three. We will just have to pay close attention.”
“I am glad to hear that. I have a lot of projects and ideas I would like to get started on as soon as possible.”
“I would love to hear what you have been thinking,” she encouraged. “You can tell me while I wash you. Talise told me a little about the coconuts.”
“The coconuts are probably the easiest part of the list. It is just a little time consuming at first, but once we get going, I think we will be able to produce plenty of flour, along with oil and milk. The key is going to be finding an effective way to crack coconuts open that is efficient and safe.”
“You really know how to make all of those things out of one coconut?” she asked with awe in her voice.
“Yes,” I answered, “you can get all of those from one coconut, but it won’t be a lot. That is why the more we can get open, the better off we will be.”
“I am very excited about the oil. There will be so many useful benefits from that. It will be far better than fish oil.”
Careen sounded so eager, I had to smile.
She moved her washing to my other side, had washed my neck and ears along the way, and was now rinsing all of the soap off me.
“Could you please stand now, Ben?” she asked in her soft voice.
I stood up at her request and felt a little chill on my exposed skin. It felt good, in a way. It reminded me that I was still alive, despite recent events. I’d survived a lot of things that had tried to kill me, and I’d never been more invigorated.
I was where I was supposed to be.
Careen washed my back and neck again and reached around to my sides. She made her way down each cheek of my ass and even shocked me a bit as she washed between them. There was no warning, she just went after it. I guess there was no sense in making a big deal out of it, but I was definitely alert now.
“Please turn to face me,” she requested.
I took a deep breath as I did, since I knew what would be greeting me when I turned around. I didn’t know if it would insult her if I kept my eyes closed, so I tried my best not to stare at her breasts. I made the mistake of looking lower, though, and could see where her dark scales ran down her sides and came together between her legs. I fought not to think about what she would look like spread out before me, so I could see every single part of her. I wanted nothing more than to pick her up, set her on the side of the tub, and run my tongue down the scales on one side, taste where they met until she screamed my name, and then run my tongue up the other side as I shoved my hard dick into her.
There was no hiding or losing my erection now, not after my imagination ran away like that. Still, I let her wash my chest and stomach while my dick tried to sword fight with her nipples. Nothing about her demeanor changed, though, she just kept right on washing every inch of my torso without a care in the world. Then she picked up the stone pitcher to rinse all the soap away and smiled when she was done.
“It would be best for you to sit on this edge for the next part,” she told me. “You are quite a bit taller than me, so this will make it easier on both of us.”
I wasn’t sure what the next part consisted of, but I followed her orders. I moved over the ledge she indicated and found myself sitting in a stone recliner of sorts. It had arms on it that came in handy to rest and support my shoulders, but it also had an elevated area for each leg with a gap between them. Someone went through a lot of effort to get this underwater throne just right. All of my junk stuck out of the water, but there was nothing I could do about that. Careen had already seen what she did to me, so why try to hide it anymore?
I sat back and closed my eyes as Careen began washing my feet and legs. She washed between each toe with care and precision, and I jumped a bit when she washed the sensitive and ticklish instep of each foot. She giggled at my reaction before she washed up each leg and thigh, inside of my thighs, along the crease of my groin, and up to my hips.
Now, I understood why there was a gap between the legs of the chair. There was no way she could reach all of that without it.
“Ben,” she said to grab my attention.
I opened my eyes to see her standing there naked. She’d removed the bathing shift and exposed herself to me. The burgundy scales cupped her breasts from the side and trailed down to meet in the middle, just like I’d imagined. I knew my mouth fell open a bit at the sight of her naked body, but damn she was spectacular. She was curvy, soft, plump, and fit all at the same time.
I didn’t know what was about to happen, but I wasn’t sure I could stop whatever it was.
“The queen requested you be relaxed and satisfied in preparation for tonight,” Careen said as she smiled at me. “Would you allow me to help you with that?”
“Uh … wh-what exactly does that consist of?” I asked in a husky voice.
“I am only allowed to use my hands, but I think you will find them adequate,” she responded.
I really didn’t know what to say. She was asking permission to give me a handjob at the queen’s request. This was all so odd, but it was probably best if I didn’t think too hard about it.
“Would you like me to relax and satisfy you?” she asked again.
“Would you like to relax and satisfy me?” I countered.
“Oh yes, very much so,” she purred without hesitation.
“Then I would love for you to take care of me.”
A huge smile came across her face as she walked through the water to get closer to me. My dick responded immediately and became harder than I ever imagined it could.
Careen leaned in close to me, and she never broke eye contact as she wrapped her tiny hands around my cock.
I moaned just from that initial contact. Her hands were too small to hold my girth fully, but I didn’t think that was going to matter at the moment. She looked down and let saliva drip from her mouth onto the head, and I almost came right then from the image.
The healer used the saliva to lube me from head to balls and then slowly started moving her hands up and down, and she slightly rotated as she went. Then she increased the speed and ran her thumb over the very sensitive head as she created more friction.
My balls tightened up with excitement, and I couldn’t look away from her hands.
Careen tightened her grip as she continued to move up and down my shaft, and she used her thumb to tease the head and vein that ran down the underside of my dick. She leaned in again to let more saliva drip from her mouth. Then she took her left hand and cupped my balls. She rolled them and squeezed them with the perfect amount of pressure while she used her knuckles to massage the glorious spot between my balls and ass. Her right hand picked up more speed and gripped even harder while she never stopped her left hand. Then she flicked the head of my dick one more time with her thumb, and that was all it took to send me over the edge.
My head flew back, and a guttural moan slipped loudly from my mouth as I felt myself cum harder than I ever remembered coming in all twenty-eight years of my life. I looked down to see my seed hit her amazing breasts and felt another orgasm hit me just from that sight. A little more cum shot out from the aftershock, and I watched it drip down her nipple and run onto those gorgeous scales.
Careen slowly slid her hands away, picked up the soapy cloth, and washed every bit of my very sensitive man parts with gentle care. When she was done, she rinsed herself off and walked over to the far edge of the bath. There, she pulled a sliding door up, and the water started draining from the tub. Then she reached down and pulled her bathing shift back up before she stood by in case I needed help out of the chair and up the stairs.
I managed to make it on my own, though, even with my legs being total jelly.
After we got out of the bath, she used a nearby towel to dry me off and then rubbed me down with a citrus scented oil. Then she picked up a robe off the shelf nearby and helped me into it. It was made from the same creamy, soft material as her bathing shift was, and I happily shrugged into it.
“Are you relaxed and satisfied, Ben?” she asked.
I chuckled at her question a little before answering. There was no way I could explain to this woman just how much she had helped me, so instead,
I just answered her question.
“Yes, Careen, I am very relaxed and satisfied.”
“I am so very happy to hear that, and my queen will be most pleased,” she told me with a bright smile. “I will show you to your room now where you can rest for a while and then dress for the ceremony.”
“Ceremony?” I asked, and I wondered when I had missed hearing about that.
“Yes, where Queen Nerissa will make her big announcement,” the healer informed me with a smile while she led me to my room. Then she opened the door to my room, and there was a huge platform bed with a thick seagrass mattress on it. It was layered with pillows and linens, and nothing sounded better to me than a nap.
Careen seemed to have read my mind again, since she moved to pull the covers back and help me in. She pulled the robe from my shoulders and draped it across a nearby table before she helped me get comfortable and covered me up. Then she pulled the curtains on the window closed so I could rest without the bright island light shining in.
“Rest and recover well, Ben, the queen has a lot planned for you,” she said as she left me alone in the room.
I didn’t know what the queen had in mind for me that required all this attention, but I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t eager to find out.
Chapter Eight
I woke up to a steady knock on my door as someone outside whispered my name. Before I could say anything or even sit up, the door opened slowly, and Sela poked her head through the crack.
“I am sorry if I woke you,” whispered my former captor, “I had hoped to speak with you in private before the ceremony.”
“No apology necessary, Sela,” I assured her. “Please come in.”
The warrior woman turned to close the door behind her and then took just a few steps into the room. She seemed extremely hesitant about something, which was very odd for this woman who not too long ago had tied me up and forced me by spear-point to walk blindfolded across a strange island.
