Page 169 of Heimlock

We’re both naked within thirty seconds. The shower area features black stones, carved poles of wood as a privacy barrier, and copious amounts of ferns everywhere. Turning on the shower, I find towels nearby. Setting them onto hooks, I ask Kyrielle, “Would you like the Scalp Special?”

Ever since that first time I bathed her, she practically begs for scalp massages when we shower together, which we do fairly often now.

Her head bobs excitedly. “Yes!”

Kyrielle’s exuberance warms my insides. Grabbing a nearby chair, I set it right outside the stream of water. After we both wet our hair, I sit on the chair and she straddles my thighs so we’re chest to chest. I set about lathering her tangerine hair. Her body turns limp when I take my time to massage her temples, leaning against my chest. Which makes it infinitely harder to continue washing her hair, but after today’s events, she deserves to relax.

When it’s my turn, she gives me a lascivious grin. I cup each ass cheek in a palm, trying extremely hard not to knead the soft, delicious flesh.

She wiggles so much — probably on purpose — that her pussy brushes against what was the flaccid base of my cock. Now, it’s far more interested in what’s going on, poking the cleft of her ass cheeks.

I’m forced to duck my head so she can reach the top and cover my blue strands with enough shampoo. Kyrielle runs her fingers through my hair slowly, watching my face with a soft expression. “Have I told you how proud I am of you?”

After giving her a soft kiss, I smile. “Yes. But you can do it again at any point.”

She pauses, those flame-filled eyes scanning my face. “Are you still okay with your choice?”

“I don’t think I’ve fully processed what I’ve done,” I admit. “In that moment, I was filled with vindication. But … Things aren’t as different as I thought I would. For better or for worse.”

That’s probably the most frustrating aspect of it all. I think a part of me hoped that suddenly, all of this guilt, shame, and anger would be vaporized when he died, like he’d whisk it away like luggage.

Searching inside myself, I say, “There’s a new sense of peace and freedom. I don’t have to worry about him appearing anywhere ever again.” Emotion burns in my throat as I remember everything he said. “He tried to apologize in the air.”

Kyrielle gives me a sympathetic look. “How did that feel?”

“I didn’t feel,” I murmur. “Because there was no apology that could ever compensate for what he had done. It felt hollow, and it was probably driven by selfish desires rather than wanting to actually make anything better for me.”

Busying her hands, Kyrielle braids my hair. “Well, I think you delivered a magnificent death. It was breathtaking, all ‌the things you did.”

Working past the lump growing in my throat, I rasp, “I thought of you the whole time.”

She wriggles again, and this time, it’s definitely intended to drive me crazy. “You know what I want?”

Leaning forward, I nip her lip with a fang. “A fourth orgasm?”

To my surprise, she hops off my lap, leaving me to sit in a chair with my dick sticking straight up, watching her trot away to a shelf by the sink. Her orange fingers fidget with the bottles until she goes, “Ah ha!”

She scurried back, dripping water all over the floor. Handing me the bottle, she beams. “This!”

I read the label. “This is oil.” I look up. “Do you want a massage?”

Suddenly shy, she looks down with a sweet smile. “Not exactly …”

My brain works through possibilities, landing on the most logical one. I glance at my throbbing dick. “Pretty girl, this won’t fit comfortably.”

Kyrielle climbs into my lap, laughing. “Not that.” She points between my legs to my tail. “That.”

I set the oil down on the ground, grinning. “Kyrielle, are you about to have another one of my firsts?”

Her whole face lights up. “Really?!”

“Yes, Firefly.” I say in a droll tone, “No one has said, ‘Oh, Trinte, please stick your tail up my ass.’”

“Their loss,” she says simply. “So, is that a yes?”

My hands are already roving her body, lifting her chest higher so I can suck on a pert breast. She giggles, then moans as I lightly press a fang into her nipple. Her hands wrap around the back of my head, anchoring herself as my hand curves over an ass check to lightly tease her pussy lips.

“I want you to cum a couple of times before we do this,” I say between kisses.