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necessary for our own, Adara. Not that you won’t give us great pleasure. It is written.” Abruptly, he broke eye contact and turned with her to the bath. He lifted her over the furled edge and set her into the steaming water. It was a descent into bliss, and she decided not to pursue the written part, although it piqued her curiosity. Maybe she needed to learn some of the religious beliefs of this planet—but not now. Moaning with appreciation she stretched out, wondering how they’d gotten the temperature so perfect. Kellis began to strip the remainder of his clothing off.
    “I can bathe myself,” she protested and cast her eyes elsewhere before his cock came into view, that appendage hardly quiescent, a long, hard, curving length of sexual promise.
    “We take care of what is ours,” came the inflexible reply, reminiscent of his oldest brother. She would do well to remember that relationship. He stepped in behind her and sat, his long legs sliding along her own as he drew her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her middle. She was viscerally aware of the monster erection pulsing against her back as he rested his chin on the top of her head. For a while he simply breathed, the mild air current stirring the tendrils around her face.
    Gradually, she relaxed into his embrace, and he then took a sponge from the little shelf. It was permeated with foam smelling of lavender and felt marvelous as Kellis glided it across her skin—these were definitely her toiletries. He took his time washing the parts of her he could reach, before urging her come up on her knees in order to thoroughly wash her pussy and bottom from behind. As she didn’t have to look at his face, she stared unseeingly at the end of the tub. His tender care both freaked her out and elicited a myriad of unsettling emotions—they weren’t allowing her any time to process or adjust.
    “Lie back again, my love, and I will wash your hair.” He eased her into position and poured a jug of warm water over her head, carefully avoiding spillage over her face. She wondered why they hadn’t used the shower.
    “You were too weary to stand to be bathed, Adara, and you needed to soak.” Darn it, she’d wondered out loud. She’d thought she had her second wind, what with the bath and all, but in truth she was craving sleep. The massage of Kellis’s fingers through her hair, on her scalp, made her want to drift off right then and there. Then it occurred to her it felt too intimate, trusting, and she struggled to get a grip.
    “I’ll rinse her.” The spray of running water sounded, and Adara dragged her eyes open to see a very naked Orion reaching for her, his chest a replica of Kellis’s. His cock also curved up to meet his belly, a long, thick stalk, darker than his skin, the weighted sac beneath a perfect counterpoint. The heavy vein on the underside visibly swelled before her fascinated gaze and a creamy pearl of cum anointed the wide, mushroom head. Adara clenched both her buttocks and her thighs, whether in anticipation or fear she wasn’t certain, because both emotions tended to blend together around these men.
    Orion scooped her up and moved with her quickly into the shower before she could get chilled. The water was definitely scented, something fresh, perhaps lemon, and it made short work of the suds still in her hair and on her body. He stood her against one tiled wall, still cocooned in the spray as he quickly washed and rinsed. The casual way he pumped his cock, slick with soap and water, made her clench again, and she made herself stare at her toes instead.
    As they emerged, Kellis was there with a big towel, warm from the rack, and he enfolded her in it. He sported a smaller towel, slung casually around his waist, and the burnished skin of his chest still beaded with moisture. She could hear water running from the tub above the pounding of her heart and wondered if her willpower was swirling away as the water swirled down the drain. Orion