Ben and Ylva continued throughout midday, heading in a westerly direction. It was about midafternoon that Ylva called for them to stop. When Ben asked why they were stopping, Ylva gestured at a small river nearby. After seeing her point, given how clear the water was, he agreed it was a good point to stop at.
They unloaded some basic gear and hobbled the Thunderers, giving them enough to eat. After which, Ben and Ylva set up the tent they took from the slavers and got a fire going. With the work done, they both sat near the fire, eating dinner, which consisted of the bread, cheese and dried meat taken from the slavers. It wasn't a sizeable amount of food, but it sure beat having to eat his ration bars.
He enjoyed the warmth provided by the fire and sighed as he took in the day. It had been one crazy ride, waking up in that slaver camp, caged like an animal. Then he got free with the help of the mutant woman, who sat across the fire from him. Ben had to admit that she was quite the looker. Even though she was bigger than him and had green skin, that just added to her allure.
Ben took another deep breath of air and almost gagged. He looked down at himself and noted that he was covered in blood and shit. The man got a look at Ylva and saw that she was similarly spattered with gore. He grimaced as he stood, stretching out.
"I don't know about you, but I could really stand to get cleaned up," Ben stated.
"Cleaned up?" Ylva questioned.
"Wash? Using the water?" Ben asked, pointing at the river.
"Oh! Yes! Wash!" Ylva said, perking up at the idea. She walked out of the tent and straight to the cart, with Ben on her heels. She rummaged around in the cart until she found what she was looking for. Ylva then pulled out what looked like a bar of soap, judging by its shape and appearance.
"You have soap here?" Ben asked, surprised at seeing such a thing here in the future.
"Washbar," Ylva corrected him. "I happy slavers do not break."
She walked over to the river with the bar in hand. Ben, as before, was right behind her and when she got to the river, Ylva stopped and started taking off her clothes. Ben was a bit flustered and thought to look away as modesty dictated. Ylva was halfway done when she cast a glance over at Ben, who looked straight into her eyes.
"Well?"
Ben started, and after a ten second struggle with modesty, took his own clothes off. Though he wasn't fully used to this, the one thought that floated in his head was; 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do.' He grinned as he got more than an eyeful at Ylva's naked form. She wasn't shy about getting an eyeful of Ben either, giving him an approving look.
Ben smiled widely as he took in every detail of Ylva's sculpted body. The muscle mass she had alone would have outweighed Ben, but she was so well made, there wasn't one misplaced muscle. She had some fat to her form, which gave her curves that was rarely seen in any time. Her emerald green skin was a patchwork of scars, but many were so faint, you could barely make the outline.
Ylva admired Ben's physique, half expecting to see some pasty white lump of a man. She was pleasantly surprised that Ben had some muscle tone to his body and a nice tan color to his skin. She could make out the structure of his body and muscles, which appealed to her greatly. Though strong men were great to look at, such muscle was often too hard. Ben hit a nice middle ground, which had her smiling.
They both walked over to the river, Ben still feeling a bit bashful about the whole matter. Then again, it wasn't like anyone was around to witness this. With civilization gone, being out in the wild, with no rules holding him back, it was... liberating. Ylva seemed completely at ease in her own skin, a fact that Ben could see plain as day.
The two of them approached the river and saw that there was a small inlet, which appeared to be a small pool of sorts. Smirking, they both waded in, dealing with the chilly water as they got used to it. Once they were acclimated to the temperature, Ylva dunked the soap and scrubbed herself, building up a good lather. She then handed the soap to Ben, who took it gratefully and washed up as well.
Ben could tell that the bar was homemade, rather than a scavenged relic of the past. There were all sorts of grits and the like in it, which gave it an interesting, but pleasing scent. The bits in it also did a good job of sluicing off the grime and dead skin cells from his body. He hmmed in appreciation of the item and turned back to Ylva to ask about it. Ben then saw that she was having a tough time reaching her back and was groaning in frustration.
"Need me to wash your back there, Ylva?" Ben asked.
"Wash my back?" she wondered.
"Yeah. Where your arms can't reach," he stated, wiggling the bar in his hand.
Ylva then made a comical 'Oh' face before she nodded, gesturing Ben to come closer. He approached and drew near, closing within easy reach of her, and he soaped her back. Ylva cooed in appreciation of this, Ben's hands sending warm tingles through her body as they moved. He was thorough, not missing a single spot, before telling her he was done. Ben noted how buttery smooth her skin was, half expecting it to be rough.
"Thank you. Let me do your back too," she said.
Ben smiled and allowed her to do it. He noted how her speech had improved some since they'd met. However, she was managing it, Ylva was a fast learner, easily making use of new words, once she knew their meaning. Thoughts of her speech fled from his mind the moment her hands touched his skin. Many sensations and thoughts jumped into his body, provoking a carnal response from him.
Ben moaned at her touch, his cock hardening quickly and almost painfully. Ylva was humming gently as she worked Ben's back, currently oblivious to his state. Though Ben didn't know it, the effects of staying in cryo sleep for so long was wreaking havoc on his body. His balls were full to bursting and he would need to relieve himself, and soon!
The moment her hands fell away, Ben could feel a profound loss, but was still as erect as a nail. He took a deep breath and sat down in the cool water to wash away the suds; the water carrying it all away. Despite the cold water, Ben remained hard, which he found odd, but shrugged as he turned to face Ylva. She looked at him, sighing at his physique, but smiled widely when she saw the boner he was sporting.
