Bathing room

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Once back at the stronghold, I guided her to a small bathing room, where I had prepared a warm bath. "Strip and get in. The water will help soothe your muscles and calm your nerves."

I turned to leave, but she called out, "Wait." I paused at the doorway, glancing back at Daisy. Tears still glistened on her cheeks, but there was a new determination in her eyes. "Thank you," she said softly. "For everything. I know I'm not much use to you yet, but I'll get better. I promise I'll work harder."

I smiled at her, nodding in approval. "I know you will, Daisy. You're stronger than you think." I turned to leave again, but this time she stepped forward, placing a hand on my arm.

"Please, don't go," she pleaded. "I..."

I paused at the doorway, glancing back at her. "What is it, Daisy?"

"I... I don't want to be alone right now," she admitted softly, her cheeks flushing pink. "Would you stay with me? Just for a little while? You don't have to," she quickly added, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand if you have other things to do. I just... I don't want to be alone right now."

I studied her for a moment, seeing the vulnerability and fear in her eyes. The memories of her past torment were still too fresh, and the thought of being alone clearly frightened her. I sighed, knowing that I couldn't leave her like this, not after what she had just been through.

"Very well," I said softly, stepping back into the bathing room and closing the door behind me. "I'll wait here while you undress and get into the bath. Then we can talk, if you like."

She looked up at me with a mix of gratitude and apprehension. "Thank you," she whispered. Her hands trembled slightly as she began to undress, revealing the scars from her time as a ****, crisscrossing her pale skin, a testament to the cruelty she had endured at the hands of the orcs.

I watched as she slowly stripped, each article of clothing dropping to the floor as she revealed more of her slender body. Her movements were hesitant and uncertain, like a deer approaching a strange object. When she was fully naked, I guided her to the bath, helping her in and sitting beside it. As she settled into the water, I sat down on the edge of the bath, watching as Daisy soaked in the warm water. The heat seemed to relax her tense muscles, and she leaned back against the edge of the tub with a small moan.

I smiled at her, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face. "How are you feeling now, Daisy?" I asked gently.

She closed her eyes, sinking deeper into the water. "Better, I think," she murmured softly. "The water feels so good." She opened them, meeting my gaze. "Thank you for not leaving me alone."

I nodded, understanding the need for comfort after such a traumatic experience. "You're welcome, Daisy. You've been through a lot today. Let me help you clean up."

"O-okay." She turned her back to me, I noticed the scars that marred her skin in various places. Some were old, faded silver lines that crisscrossed her back and thighs, while others were newer, still pink and angry looking. Each one told a story of pain and suffering, of the cruelty she had endured at the hands of her captors. I began to gently wash her arms and back, my touch firm but tender. As I worked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and disgust towards the orcs who had inflicted such suffering upon her. They deserved nothing less than the harshest punishment imaginable. Yet at the same time, I felt a sense of tenderness towards Daisy, a desire to help heal her wounds, both physical and emotional.

"It's just... everything came rushing back, you know? The goblins, they looked so much like the orcs that... I couldn't think straight, couldn't focus. The isolation, They kept us apart, in separate cells. They... they used to beat me," she started, her words cracking. "Every day, sometimes multiple times a day. They used to whip us for the slightest infraction, They would line us up and take turns with the whip. They would use me however they wanted, **** me to do whatever they wanted. Sometimes I thought they'd kill me, but they always kept me alive, just to keep using me." She took a shuddering breath, tears streaming down her face. "I feel so broken. Like I'll never be whole again." I listened intently as Daisy poured out her painful memories, my heart aching for the **** she had endured. As I continued to gently wash her, I tried to offer what little comfort I could.

I shook my head firmly. "You're not broken, Daisy. You've been through something terrible, but that doesn't define you. You are stronger than you realize, and with time and healing, you will reclaim your wholeness."

Daisy's shoulders relaxed slightly as she absorbed my words. "I want to be strong, like you," she murmured, her gaze never leaving mine. "I don't want to be afraid anymore." She looked up at me, her red eyes ****. "How do you do it?" I asked, my voice small and uncertain. "How do you face your enemies without being overwhelmed by fear?"

"I have the advantage of being a Sin Eater."

"Those orcs that took me," she began, then paused, swallowing hard. "Did you... did you do anything to them? After you rescued me, I mean."

I paused for a long moment before answering, my expression solemn. "I **** two of them, Carnachia and Melanochia. I will do what needs to be done," I said at last, my voice low and steady. "Those orcs had committed unspeakable atrocities. They deserve to face justice for their crimes."

Daisy's face contorted with mixed emotions - a small, vindictive smile breaking through. "Good," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "They deserve to suffer for what they did. All of them." She clutched the edge of the bathtub, knuckles white. "I... I wish I could have stopped them myself. I want to hurt them, made them suffer like they made me suffer."

I reached for a small bottle of lavender-scented oil on a nearby shelf. "Would you like me to help you relax further?" She blushed slightly, but she nodded shyly. I poured some oil into my hands, warming it between them before gently massaging it into her shoulders and upper back, being careful around her scars. Her muscles were tight with tension, and I could feel her body gradually loosening under my touch. "You're so tense," I murmured, I continued to massage Daisy's shoulders and back, feeling the scars beneath my fingertips.

Daisy let out a soft moan. "That feels amazing," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never had anyone touch me like this before."

I continued to work the oil into her skin, my hands moving lower, kneading the muscles in her lower back. As I continued my ministrations, I leaned in closer, my lips brushing the shell of his ear as I spoke. "I know how to relax you," I purred softly, my voice a sultry purr. "I can make you forget all about the orcs, about everything except the pleasure I can give you." I paused, my hands stilling on Daisy's back as a flicker of doubt crossed my mind. Was this appropriate? She had just been through a traumatic ordeal, and here I was, propositioning her in a moment of vulnerability. I opened my mouth to retract my suggestive words, but Daisy spoke first, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I want that," she breathed, her body trembling slightly beneath my touch. "I want to feel something good, something that isn't pain or fear. Please..." Her plea trailed off, but the desire in her voice was unmistakable.

I pulled back slightly, my voice soft and concerned as I asked, "Daisy, are you sure about this? I don't want to take advantage of your situation. You've been through so much already today."

Daisy turned her head to look at me, her eyes searching mine, and she reached up to touch my cheek gently, her fingers gentle and warm against my skin. "Please, make me feel good. Make me forget, just for a little while."

I hesitated for a moment longer, weighing the ethical implications in my mind. But as I gazed into Daisy's eyes, seeing the vulnerability and **** need there, I knew I couldn't refuse her. Her fingers trailed down my cheek to my jaw, and she pulled me closer, her lips brushing against mine in a feather-light kiss. I responded to the kiss, pressing my mouth more firmly against hers as I deepened it, my tongue delving past her parted lips to stroke against hers. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pressed her naked body flush against mine.

She broke the kiss, panting softly, her face flushed and eyes glazed with desire. "Touch me," she begged, her voice husky with need. "Make me feel good."

I obliged, my hands roaming across her body as I caressed her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under my touch. My hands drifted lower, tracing the curve of her waist before settling on her hips. Daisy gasped as my fingers found her most intimate place, her hips bucking instinctively against my hand. I stroked her slowly, teasingly, feeling her wetness grow as I built her desire.

"Ahh, yes," Daisy breathed, her head lolling back against my shoulder. "More, please. I need more."

I increased the pace of my thrusts, curling my fingers to stroke that special spot deep inside her. Her breaths came in short, sharp gasps as I pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, she cried out, her body stiffening as she reached her climax. After a moment, she turned to face me, a shy smile spreading across her face. "That was... incredible," she breathed, her voice still husky with pleasure. "Thank you." Her smile widened, turning impish. "So, you're not just a hero, you're a skilled lover too. Lucky me."

I chuckled, returning her smile. "I aim to please." I winked playfully.

Daisy giggled, a sound I hadn't heard from her before. "You certainly did." She snuggled closer, resting her head on my shoulder as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

But as the haze of passion began to clear, a flicker of concern crossed my face. "Are you alright, Daisy? I hope I didn't overstep any boundaries..."

Daisy shook her head, her expression soft and sincere. "No, not at all. I'm glad it was you. You gave me exactly what I needed, and I can't thank you enough for that. You made me feel alive again, like I had a reason to keep going." She paused, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "I know we just met, but... I feel like I can trust you. Like you'll keep me safe."

She accepted my hand, allowing me to help her out of the bath. She stood before me, droplets of water clinging to her pale skin. I wrapped a towel around her, drying her off gently before leading her to the bedroom.

The next hour or so was spent in relative silence, the day's events had exhausted poor Daisy.

Her brow was furrowed, her body tense, as if even in dreams she couldn't escape the horrors she had endured. I could empathize with that.

I know the pain of nightmares, the way they could haunt a person long after the waking world was safe. Was it right to take advantage of her in her **** state? No, I corrected myself firmly. I didn't take advantage. She made her intentions and desires clear. She was a willing participant in every aspect of our encounter. My divine oath wouldn't have allowed me to harm her even if I wanted to. Still, I can't shake the feeling that I should have been more cautious, more measured in my approach.

Taking Daisy to fight goblins wasn't my most thought out plan.

I had already known going there that Daisy wouldn't likely be able to handle even the basic goblins yet. I wasn't even sure why I went through with it either.

Big mistake there, that was a very poor judgment call.