Fan Fiction ❯ You Make Me Crazy ❯ Bathtime Can Be Fun! ( Chapter 9 )

“Okay then, Sheik. How does this `shower' thing work?” Malon queried. “We just use bathtubs at the farm…”

 

“Oh, it's quite simple. We have a magician that commands water through those pipes up there.” Sheik explained.

 

“Magician? Like a wizard?”

 

“No, no, my dear, he prefers to be called a magician, because when he thinks of wizards, he thinks of dark wizards, which he is not. Actually, he is quite nice.”

 

“Is everybody ready?” a meek voice that sounded like it belonged to an old man asked. “I'm about to pour the water…”

 

“Ready!” Sheik held up his bar of soap, and winked at the old pair of eyes looking through a small crack above. “Pour it, baby!”

 

Water began to pour through the many pipes lining the room. In the blink of an eye, every single pipe was taken, except for one. Only Sheik and Malon didn't have one yet.

 

“Oh shit.” Malon whispered under her breath.

 

“Why don't we take that last one over there? I'll even scrub your back for you.” Sheik offered.

 

“You know, I still don't like you!” she frowned and walked to the pipe, closely followed by the man that had the body that graced her eyes more than a thousand sunsets.

 

“I just don't get what's wrong with you. First you yell at me, and then you stare at me while I'm naked, and now you're yelling at me again! Make up your mind!”

 

“I-I'm sorry. I don't mean it at all…”

 

“I know. You're forgiven.” Sheik cupped Malon's chin gently in his hands and moved his face closer to hers.

 

“HEY, YOU TWO! I KNOW THAT'S THE ONLY PIPE LEFT, BUT I EXPECT TO SEE YOU TWO CLEAN, OR YOU'RE NOT LEAVING UNTIL YOU ARE!” the guard warned them. “DO YOU WANNA BE IN HERE ALL DAY?!”

 

“Damn, all those guards do is shout.” She grumbled.

 

“Kind of like someone else we know.” Sheik insinuated.

 

“Huh? HEY!” Malon squealed as a splash of water met her face. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”

 

“Oh, I just felt like it.” Sheik flashed a smile so glorious, so magnificent, that Malon felt her heart pound faster as she crossed her legs, feeling as if she was losing control of her bladder. Was she really orgasmic right now?! She wanted a massaging on her clit from a firm set of hands, like…Shiek's. She hated to admit it, but she became shyer around him.

 

“I…I…” she suddenly felt dizzy.

 

“You look like you're about to faint.” He crossed his arms. “It's that potion, huh?”

 

Grabbing a hold of the wall once more, Malon felt herself slide lower and lower to the ground until she lost consciousness again.

 

“Malon? Malon? Malon!”

 

“What…what happened?” Malon rubbed her head, trying to get rid of the ache coursing through it. She found Sheik on his knees, one of his hands on her forehead, and the other on her shoulder. Her vagina was soaked in its own fluids, so wet that it would have tiny bubbles on her fingers if she placed them inside and scooped out some of the cum.

 

“You fainted,” Sheik explained. “Just like I thought you would. And you leaked a bit of cum, by the way. I guess that potion has sexual side effects?” he suggested, shrugging. Was he lying to make her less embarrassed, or was he just dense?

 

Malon slowly sat up and looked around. The other prisoners had already left the room. “How long was I out for? And why is everyone gone?”

 

“You were out for few minutes. And the people here have to learn to take quick showers, or the guards will punish them.”

 

“Then why are you still here?” she asked.

 

“The guard left to get something, and he told me to wait here with you. Just close your eyes and relax for a while until I tell you to get up.”

 

Malon didn't say another word. She just obeyed Sheik and closed her eyes, despite the fact that she wasn't quite comfortable having a man leaning over her in the shower room while they were both naked, especially after what happened the day before.

 

“Ready, babe?”

 

“Huh?” she felt a strong set of arms lift her from behind her knees and support her back. Then she was gently laid down into a basin filled with soapy water.

 

“The guard told me to…wash you.” Sheik said.

 

“What? Hey, I'm perfectly capable of washing myself!” Malon growled.

 

“They know what those potions do to you. They don't want any more incidents today.”

 

“Then why are they having you wash me?”

 

“They know they can trust me. I'm a nice guy.” He smiled once more, causing Malon to once again, feel a surge of bashfulness rush through her, crossing her legs once more.

 

Sheik began by rubbing the wet soap in his hands and lathering it onto her neck and shoulders. Next, he gently massaged the soap under her armpits and her stomach.

 

“Um…maybe I'll just do the rest myself.” Malon said.

 

“No, the guard said I have to wash your entire body. I promised him I would wash you, and I hate to lie. Sorry.”

 

“I admire your honesty…I guess. Okay, go ahead…” She let him massage the lather into her breasts, carefully and delicately scrubbing it into the curves, not missing a single spot. She didn't even notice the soft moans escaping her mouth.

 

He held her up in his arms, buffing the soap bar against her back roughly to wash the dirt off. Moving the soapy water downwards, he softly led his hands into her buttocks, also washing away any dirt that got trapped in there. Did he accidentally slip a finger in there?

 

Shaking a little, he moved downwards and let his firm hands direct the soap around the back and front of her thighs and calves, as well as her feet.

 

“Um…are you…ready for this?” Sheik asked, apparently nervous.

 

Her icy sapphire blue eyes locked onto his fiery ruby red ones. “Yes.”

 

Sheik sighed dreamily, moving his thighs inwards and moving closer to the basin enough so it covered his crotch, to hide his sudden “growing happiness.”

 

For the first time Malon had seen him, Shiek looked…nervous. This was very unlike him.

 

He took about a minute to lather more of the soap into his hands, trying to take as long as he could, causing her to cock her head like a confused puppy. Both shared the same shade of red on their faces. Then a set of fingers became more mischievous…

 

Malon began to moan louder than both times before, as she finally got her wish; her sexual needs were being taken care of by a man who wasn't raping her, but pleasuring her because she actually wanted it.

 

“Sheik…thank you.”