Chapter 95: Aftermath and Clarity.
Adam's heart was pounding through his chest like a super mutant was trying to beat its way out through his rib cage from the inside with a rocket-powered sledgehammer.
Jewel had wasted zero time getting to work on him after her little declaration and had made him stoop so she could work on his head with her feather wash and was currently working her surprisingly long and dextrous fingers through the strands and raking his scalp gently.
"Your fur is surprisingly soft and well kept this makes me happy it shows that my servant takes his own care and hygiene seriously and knows the importance of appearance," she said from behind him.
"The Brotherhood is at its heart a military organization and good hygiene and personal care is part of good discipline mistress," he said softly.
Jewel gently squeezed his head on both sides, "I agree wholeheartedly! A good solider should always be presentable and neat, they should be a reflection of what the very best of her people has to offer," she replied resuming her scrubbing before unceremoniously dumping a pot of water over his head to wash the excess feather wash out of his hair.
Her fingers worked very quickly as she moved down onto his shoulders and upper back, she didn't appear to be using any kind of tool to work and he could feel her bare hands gliding over his exposed flesh, "Hmmm human skin is so fascinating, so soft and yet with the light patches of fur here and there it adds and almost coarse quality to it and your blood is hot as well which feels nice to the touch," she said and Adam really couldn't think how to respond to that so he remained silent as she worked her way lower down his back.
"Stand up," she commanded as she reached the water's edge at his waist so Adam complied and Jewel immediately resumed her work even before the water had finished cascading off his skin and he couldn't help but gasp as he felt her fingers run over his rear end.
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Because she was behind him Adam couldn't see the smirk that lit Jewel's face at his reaction to her touches there, she knew that the males of her kind were really sensitive about their tail feathers and most didn't like anyone to touch them but this male didn't have tail feathers or plumage the way hers did so she didn't exactly have to worry about that now did she?
As she looked down she could see the dimples in each of his buttocks and she quite liked the way they grew deeper as he flexed them in order to resist her probing fingers that were currently tracing the gap between them.
She almost chuckled as she thought of him trying to resist her but at the same time it kinda sent a flush of heat southwards into her womanhood again which given the mind-blowing orgasm his fingers had induced in her earlier was already boiling hot and raring to go.
Once again the little voice of reason reared its head and tried to remind her not to take this too far, it tried to remind her that not only were they two different species but he was a servant, that he was in a position of weakness given that he had no choice but to follow her orders and to make him do certain things against his will was still wrong.
She tried to remind this voice of reason that basically everything he was currently doing was against his will as he was a prisoner and had only been granted his life on the condition that he served her and catered to her every whim and want at least with these things he could not only get something out of it but that he could make her happy which was the entire point of his being and purpose right now.
As she imagined having her once enemy powerless against her wants and advances another rush of heat and lust flared inside her adding more fuel to the already burning fire which added to the thick fog of lust that was clouding her mind right now.
She actually began to trace this feeling back to when she had first seen him sitting in his cell, when she'd first set eyes upon his awake and alert form she'd gotten a bit of a shock, she'd never imagined a human being beautiful.
This was a feeling that was only magnified and compounded when she'd seen him in all of his glory in the tailor's shop and she couldn't help but look him over and by the way, the girls in the shop had acted like she wasn't the only one who was getting surprised by the beauty of human males.
And now here she was in her bathtub with him, having felt the incredible delights of his powerful and dextrous fingers all through her feathers and over her skin, they had brought her delights she had seldom known in her lifetime, something she had no choice before but to perform for herself as no male of her own kind had ever even bothered to try to focus on her pleasure and wants but he had made it seem almost effortless, it was like he instinctively knew exactly what to touch and when to send her into a tizzy.
Then there was the intoxicating feeling of having such power over such a powerful and destructive creature, humans were feared by all creatures large and small for their unparalleled destructive nature and power and here she was with under her control, oh to tame him, to bring him to heel and to serve her wants, her needs her demands, it was beginning to feel like a drug, one she was swiftly getting hooked on.
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Adam gasped and winced as he felt Jewel's fingers brushing over his arsehole, he really hoped she wasn't going to stick his finger up there as he had for her, though not that he'd meant to do so in the first place she'd kinda made that happen when he'd been cleaning the outside and she'd simply pushed back onto him forcing his finger inside, a second later his fear was realised as a sharp pain slapped him and he felt her finger pierce him.
He couldn't help but let out a small yelp of both pain and surprise and he tried to pull away but she had her other hand clamped on his hips holding him in place, "Stay still or this will hurt," she commanded but it was already too late for that and he felt a throbbing from his rear, he did not like this not one bit.
His mind began to swirl as a part of him screamed for him to at the very least tell her that she was hurting him while another warred with it screaming that if he let on that he was in pain he would appear unmasculine and weak, it was like a never-ending cycle in his mind and he didn't know where to turn.
This time the voice that protested won out, "T-That hurts mistress," he stammered in a small and incredibly quiet whisper but she seemed to catch it as he felt her probing finger stop moving inside him.
He felt fucking terrible as he'd said it, it was like the words were water lapping against the beach of his masculinity, eroding it with their very presence and existence.