The War God sighed.
“I want to take a bath.”
These were the first words he had spoken to her. Despite her surprise, Cassandra’s years in slavery had her obeying right away. Leaving the room, she found the first palace servant she could and asked them for hot water to be prepared for the Third Prince, as well as several herbs for the water. The servant, not knowing the slave girl, was inclined to whip her and send her back where she belonged, but her words of “Third Prince” had the impulse stuck in his throat. If there was one man no one wanted to anger, it was the Third Prince. So, after a doubtful second, he nodded with disdain and turned on his heels.
A few minutes later, Cassandra was busy pouring the hot water into the bath along with a few herbs she had ordered.
“What are those?”
The young woman looked at him, meaning to answer, only to realize her master was undressing right in front of her! She only had a glance at the warrior’s impressive musculature before she shyly looked down, yet the image was surely engraved in her mind. A War God, indeed! She blushed while answering.
“Those are medicinal herbs to... to relieve fatigue and muscle pain, my Lord.”
Kairen frowned. How did this woman know of his strained muscles? He never showed any weakness. Is it because of the way he had stretched once they had entered the privacy of his quarters? As he pondered this, he realized his slave was looking down again with a flush of red in her cheeks. He snickered while entering the bath. Had she never seen a naked man before?
“Do you need more water, my Lord?”
“Come here.”
Hesitantly, Cassandra walked the few steps back towards the tub, trying hard to refrain from taking a peek at him. Indeed, having served only women before, she was totally disarmed while facing a grown man’s body. Kairen’s body wasn’t merely handsome. He was more like a dangerous alpha male, strong and imposing.
Watching her struggle to look away, he knew he was right.
“Massage me.”
“...My Lord?”
He didn’t bother ordering again. A bit surprised, Cassandra obediently stood behind him and started massaging his broad shoulders. Her fingers were trembling. She was touching a Prince! While trying to contain her inner turmoil, she focused on her movements. She knew what kind of being he was. In a split second, he could decide to end her life. For the young slave, this was infinitely more terrifying than standing in front of wild, scaled beasts.
As she kept massaging, she felt his muscles finally begin to relax, filling her with satisfaction. She moved on to his left arm, using her prior knowledge of healing to properly massage every muscle. When she finally looked back at his face, she realized he had closed his eyes as if he was asleep, allowing her to breathe a little easier.
Cassandra moved on to his other arm, skillfully kneading the bicep of the War God. She felt some pride to see that the medicinal bath she had prepared was so effective. Was the water still warm enough? She glanced down at the water and that’s when she saw it.
Her Prince’s member, fully erect. Cassandra gasped. Her fingers stopped moving, as she realized her master’s cock was completely erect and standing tall under the water.
“Don’t stop.”
She jumped in surprise, as her master opened his eyes and caught her staring. She blushed and resumed massaging, but her hands were not as steady as before. The embarrassing silence and Kairen’s staring were completely disarming her. No matter how much she tried, it was impossible to ignore both his dark eyes and his erection.
Cassandra kept her head down and tried to concentrate on her hands, but touching him didn’t have the same meaning as before. The massage had become totally indecent no matter how you looked at it! She tried to stop and step back, but Kairen’s voice caught her.
“Stay where you are.”
She had no choice but to obey as she blushed and tried to steady her trembling fingers. He was obviously doing this on purpose. The fire in his eyes could have consumed an entire forest. He didn’t even smile or speak, he just kept his eyes focused on her, the young slave girl who was uncomfortably embarrassed.
Without warning, he moved his hand under her dress, causing her to yelp in surprise.
“Ma… Master,” she protested, trying to pull her hips away.
“Don’t move.”
She opened her mouth in shock, but didn’t know how to respond. The Prince’s fingers ventured farther, reaching past her panties. From under her dirty dress, he forced his way to her slit, caressing the innocent slave with no trace of shame on his face. Surprised by the warm, intrusive hand between her thighs, she gasped, unable to hold her tongue.
“My... My Lord...”
She meant to ask him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come out. Her stomach was filled with something intense as his fingers caressed against her opening. Cassandra had no idea how to react. She was completely inexperienced, and he was just playing with her!
“P...Please...”
