Theo followed her into the hut, the warmth of her touch lingering on his skin. She led him to a wooden tub, the water within it fragrant with the scent of herbs and flowers. The villagers had gone to great lengths to prepare a bath for their hero, and Theo couldn't help but feel a swell of affection for these simple folk.
Salina set the bucket down, her eyes never leaving Theo's as she began to unbuckle his belt. Her cheeks were flushed with color, and he could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she worked to maintain her composure. With a gentle tug, she pulled his trousers down, revealing his powerful legs and the evidence of his arousal.
"Master, can I help you with it?" she asked shyly, her eyes lingering on his manhood. Her voice was a soft whisper, filled with a mix of innocence and curiosity. Theo felt a jolt of surprise at her offer, but also a hint of something darker, a need to claim her fully as his own.
