Kagan took off the straps that held his knives across his large chest. Then he removed the chain mail armor guards on his legs. As Kagan reached for the tie on his kilt Giselle didn't know if she should look away or not.
With no reservation Kagan pulled off the garment and stalked toward the large tub. Giselle backed up gawking at the beast of a cock that bobbed as it came at her. She bumped into the tub ledge just as he stepped into the tub. She clearly saw how similar and yet very different the equipment was from what she was familiar with. There was a series of knots that started beneath Kagan's thick head then ran along the shaft in a spiral towards the base. As impossible as it seemed his cock grew in size as she stared.
Kagan dipped below the water with a grunt. His arm snaked out and grabbed Giselle around the middle. He pulled her towards him but rather than forcing her to his chest he held her between his splayed knees and grabbed a sponge. It bubbled with soap as he slid it down her arm being careful of her sore side.
His hands were large and strong but gentle as he washed each of her fingers then moved on to her other arm. Kagan placed one hand at her neck and exerted a bit of pressure. Giselle let him guide her down to dip her hair in the water. The way he proceeded to turn her and then massage her scalp had Giselle relaxing into his arms.
The hot water felt glorious and the way Kagan methodically worked the tangles from her hair made Giselle melt with a luxurious moan. She practically forgot where she was till the hands and soap moved lower over her breasts pausing to thoroughly wash every inch. Kagan moved to her stomach and Giselle jumped.
"Easy Jeezelle." He said his voice calm and deep.
Kagan ran the sponge over her thighs then around each cheek dipping between them then back again. Giselle couldn't believe she spread her legs further for him, shivering as the sponge passed over her intimate flesh.
"I would have you wash me pet but I need to look at your side."
Kagan's voice pulled Giselle out of the trance she'd gone into. He picked her up as he stood and grabbed a towel that he wrapped her in before depositing her back on the pile of blankets.
Giselle felt naked all over again as Kagan unwrapped the towel. She moved to cover her breasts except his hand held her forearm away as he looked at her side. He ran his fingers from her ribs to her hips. Giselle winced a bit.
"I don't think anything is broken." Kagan said.
"No, just sore." Giselle replied.
His large warm hand roamed up from her side and the back of his fingers brushed against her nipples.
"Is it normal for these to always be so swollen?" Kagan asked as the tip of his finger circled one of her stiff nipples.
Giselle nodded with a swallow as the tingling in the pit of her stomach caught her by surprise. Kagan was too easy on the eyes, handsome actually. His firm full lips were a darker shade of red than his skin. His strong chin covered in short stubble. Kagan was built like a tank yet his muscular form wasn't grossly disproportionate like body builders on earth might look. His shoulders were broad narrowing at his waist. Giselle quickly looked away from his bare over endowed crotch. What the hell was she thinking admiring her new master!
"Alright now Jeezelle about your outburst earlier." Kagan moved and quickly had her draped over his lap with her bare behind raised in the air. "Like it or not you are my pet." Kagan swatted her behind. The smack stung but more than that it vibrated against her clit making Giselle squirm. "You will mind me otherwise I can't keep you safe." He said holding her firm as he swatted her butt again.
He was still nude his firm manhood grinding into her stomach as he spanked her. Giselle panted trying to maintain control then bit her lip to keep from moaning as his next strike fell awfully close to her pussy.
This was crazy! If Kagan thought he was punishing her he was wrong. This was however a torture of a different kind. Kagan didn't hit her hard probably because he worried about injuring her which was surprising given her experience with these people. But Giselle was more shocked by how her body was responding to being splayed over the warriors lap and having her bare ass slapped. She'd never thought such a thing would affect her, as a surprising ache moved from her rear to her core.
"You will act as a proper pet." Kagan's hand landed on her flesh making Giselle soar. "No talking outside these four walls and you will give me the respect I'm due." He then kneaded her behind to soothe the mild ache. "Now you will behave and let me look you over so that I know what is normal for you." Kagan said as he flipped her over back onto the blankets. "So your breasts are not swollen?"
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Giselle kept surprising Kagan. He shouldn't have been so shocked to discover his new little pet had language yet he was. He should've known, the Jurou Biljana also wore an embedded translator. It was just not customary for chattel to speak. Perhaps he'd been used to the Toufik for too long. Part of what struck Kagan was how lyrical Giselle's voice was. He understood her clearly and yet the way the words rolled off her tongue with her foreign accent intrigued him. It was unlike the throaty way the Cadi spoke.