6.21 – Getting Clean

6.21 – Getting Clean

"This is—this is an outrage," Malice sputtered. "Look what you've done to my hair!"

Indeed, Malice's wild, voluminous waist-length hair had been matted down by the spray of water. It was quite the sight.

"Oh, stop crying, it'll dry out fine," Natalie said, stifling her amusement. "Plus, I'll be introducing you to the wonders of modern shampoo and conditioner. I mean, your hair is gorgeous without it—I don't know how you manage that," she muttered, "But it'll be even softer, silkier, and thicker when I'm done with you. Plus you'll be clean."

The words didn't come as any sort of reassurance to Malice, who was holding heavy water-laden strands of glossy black hair in her hands. She looked up at Natalie with a distraught expression.

Natalie bit her lip to stop from laughing. The woman had a commanding presence with her wild hair splayed out as it normally was—but here, wet, naked, and outraged in the shower, any so-called 'presence' of hers had completely evaporated.

"Don't laugh at me!"

Natalie laughed at her, but made it up to the wolfgirl by pulling her in for a kiss. Malice couldn't hold onto her anger for long; she melted into Natalie.

Like she said. Way too easy.

Pulling back, she chuckled into Malice's lips. "C'mon. It'll be over soon. You can't go walking around drenched in blood."

"Why not?"

"Because we live in a civilized society."

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"And in turn, so do you. Don't be difficult." Natalie grabbed the soap bar from the receptacle. "Look. You lather it up in your hands, then spread it across your body."

Demonstrating, Natalie ran her soapy hands across Malice's stomach. Then, without intending to, quickly got lost in the process, sliding her hands up to cup both of Malice's breasts. She spent a wholly inappropriate amount of time 'cleaning' the wolfgirl's chest—ending with a teasing tug on one of her nipples, making Malice suck in a gasp of air.

"Actually, I think I'll do it for you," Natalie murmured, grabbing the soap bar again.

"Ah," she sighed. "Much better." She nuzzled her head into the side of Malice's neck, kissing the soft skin there. "Maybe monsters don't care about being clean, but it's more pleasant for us humans, at least."

"Then I guess it wasn't a total waste," a flustered Malice replied.

Natalie idly played with the waistband of Malice's panties as she basked in the presence of the wolfgirl.

Malice not-so-subtly rubbed her ass into Natalie's crotch.

Her cock was quick to respond: already half-hard from the shenanigans in the shower, it quickly swelled out, pressing into Malice.

"Hey," Natalie scolded. "Stop that. We still have to talk."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously," Natalie said. "And I'm not fucking you until we do. So you're wasting your time."

Malice huffed. "Well then, hurry up and talk, won't you? So we can get to the better stuff."

Natalie snuggled into the wolfgirl a little tighter, sneaking a hand up into Malice's shirt to rest a hand against her toned abs. "It's not my fault you're distracting. Lemme enjoy myself for a bit. I worked hard for this prize, didn't I?"

Malice cleared her throat. Natalie inched her hand higher up, between her breasts, to feel the wolfgirl's racing heart.

"I guess that's true," Malice said, sounding flustered.

Natalie slid her other hand down, resting on an inner thigh. Malice instinctively opened her legs, which Natalie snorted at—and kept her hand only on her thigh, not adventuring to more exciting places.

"Let's see," Natalie said. "I guess we'll start with your rules of engagement, like I mentioned."

Though there were a number of things, some arguably more important.

Because she couldn't put off discussions of the dungeon and its nature forever, after all.