In this chapter there are some m/m, f/f parts. Fair warning.
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I woke up sore, but not in a bad way. I stretched my arms and legs and enjoyed the pull of muscles I would probably never have felt in my old life. The old life that I could barely remember.
Thio was sound asleep next to me. Soft snores rose from him as he turned away from me. Slowly, I slipped out of bed went to the bathroom. I loved this bathroom. I spend too much time trying to decide between a hot shower and a hot bath, by the time I settled on a shower, Thio had woken and joined me in the shower.
I gasped when I felt him behind me, his cock pushed up to my ass, his hand winding its way around me and his fingers sunk inside of me. The soreness flared. It was almost too much, too soon.
"Shhhhh," he whispered as I whimpered. My hands had flown up to the tile to hold me up. His fingers slowly withdrew, instead, his hands made soothing strokes over my body.
His hands moved to my arms and withdrew me from the spray. Then he started to gently massage shampoo into my hair. I sank back into him, enjoying his fingers in my hair.
He was gentle. He washed my hair, conditioned and then washed my body. He toweled me off and laid me on the bed. With a snap of his fingers he had an array of lotions and cremes to choose from.
I was boneless as he worked a delicate creme over my face and neck and switched to another for my body. He took his time, massaging parts of me for a long time before moving on. He worked his way down, starting with one arm and then the other. He gently massaged my sore breasts, working lotion all over, soothing nipples I didn't know could be that sore.
His fingers glided over my ribs, my soft belly. His fingers teased the top of my pelvis before moving down my legs. I groaned loudly when he reached my calves and feet.
He helped me turn over and he paid a lot of attention to my shoulders, lower back and my ass. I had no idea I'd love an ass massage, but I was a convert. I wanted this more often. This was worth any price he would ask.
Thio had massaged all of me when he finally focused on the truly sore spots. He opened a new bottle. One I didn't recognize and also had no human language printed on it. He coated his hands liberally and then his hands sank between my ass cheeks and started to massage my asshole.
I parted my legs for him, his fingers stroking my flesh around my asshole and his other hand made its way down to my slit and gently coated my pussy, inside and out, with this new concoction. His fingers invaded me at the same time. There was no pain, where his fingers touched, I felt the soothing coating that he massaged, both in my pussy and ass.
It felt good. So good I managed to fall asleep. I'd be embarrassed under any other circumstances. Instead, when I woke up, I felt different. Better.
Thio was not in the room so I went to check myself out in the mirror. I still looked like me, but I looked... healthier? Or something? I looked closer and realized what it was. The few fine lines I had started to develop were gone. No wrinkles in my forehead, no laugh lines.
It was actually more disturbing than I thought it would be. My skin was now devoid of any scars or flaws. My breasts were perkier than they had been in a while. I ran a hand through my hair and realized it was slightly thicker than it had ever been.
I was still checking out my naked form in the mirror when Thio returned. I turned and started in on him.
"What the hell did you do to me?!" I shrieked. I even stomped my foot for good measure. His eyes widened a bit in surprise. Hell, even I was surprised at me right now. I really didn't know I'd take it this hard.
I turned my back on him and looked at me in the mirror again. I imagined the scar I got when I had fallen on a bike. The memory was now fuzzy. I thought maybe I had been at a school. Had I gone to school? Frustrated tears filled my eyes as I tried to remember all the things that had made me me.
Thio's hands came down gently on my shoulders for a moment before he pressed himself into my back.
"It's better this way," he said, but his eyes were sad for me. I turned and cried into his shoulder. He just let me cry.
"If it makes you feel better, it took them a lot longer than it should have to forget you," Thio said into my hair. They? They who? Had people known I was gone? The memories were to fuzzy or just plain missing now.
"Come, we'll have a fine time tonight. You'll see. We are going to play poker tonight with some friends."
Friends? We had friends? The idea made me feel better. Maybe that was what I needed. To get out, to have some fun.
Thio helped me dress. I wore some very short shorts over some very cute boyfriend cut panties. The skimpy tank top had a built in bra. I looked like I was ready for a summer barbecue or something. That would be fun.
Thio was naked, though it didn't seem to him like he needed clothes on a regular basis. He pulled the door open and gently led me into the other room. Which turned out to be a normal looking house.
We stepped through to a dining room that had the table swapped out for a poker table. There were four other demons there, along with their humans.
They looked nothing like my charcoal demon. They were different colors, different heights. Their humans were two girl, two guys. They were dressed like this was a barbecue too. All in summer clothes.
The humans were talking in one group. So Thio nudged me to join them as he went to join the demons.
I stepped over to them, a bit shyly. They smiled as I approached and introduced themselves.
"Hey, welcome! I'm Ben," the tall one said. He was wearing khaki shorts and a flannel shirt. He pointed around to the rest of them. "This is Conner," the slightly shorter guy, though slightly more muscled, "Nora," the redhead in a short skirt and tank top, "And Ebony," I guessed named because of her ebony skin. She was wearing shorts and a thin button up shirt.
"Hi, I'm Ember," I waved awkwardly. Ben grinned at me and explained they were talking about the last poker night. They explained that they don't use money to bet, instead the stakes are about us. I gulped nervously.
"H-how long have you been with them," I asked. They appeared relaxed, not nervous at all like me. They smiled and gave different answers.