Clean off in the pool

Spotting again the clear surface of water in the opposite corner of the room, you decide to take advantage of the natural pond to wash off as much as possible. You walk quickly across the room, hips and cock swaying, and after a few moments you arrive.

The pool is a bright, crystal blue, unlike the unnaturally clear liquid in the well earlier. It's taken over almost a full quarter of the room, as it is somehow ringed by rock outcroppings that have pushed into the surrounding floor and walls, themselves covered in a bright green moss that reminds you of the inviting green of the room with the well.

You step forwards, directly over the edge, and drop into the water. There's a brief moment of panic when you worry that the pool might be deeper than you expected, but then your feet hit solid ground just as the surface of the water crosses over the line of your groin. Wasting no time, you start to scrub at the hardened semen, which comes off with a bit of difficulty but leaves no lasting traces on your scarlet skin.

You're so focused on bathing, that you don't even notice as a figure breaks the surface behind you, but you definitely notice a tap on your shoulder, a calm and clear voice saying, "Um... excuse me?"