A Night of Pure Torture

Tuesday, 11 May 2021

It's not like I haven't seen everything; I have. But it's different with just me and Princess Nicolette alone in my place and in this bathroom. I can't just relax and forget that I'm a man, or pretend that it's alright to see, or to be more specific, bathe a woman. I keep on referring to her as a girl when I'm talking, but the truth is, she's not a girl at all. She's a woman and she's very attractive. Just the thought of bathing her has tensed my muscles, increased my heart rate, and possibly my blood pressure, too. If a doctor would check the pulse on all pulse point locations in my body, he'd probably tell me to calm down. But how in the world do I calm down in a situation like this? She had taken her shirt off, the shirt that I lent her, as well as Justin's boxers, immediately after I told her. How can she do that? Does she not know the dangerous impact of breasts and private area to men? She's 210 years old, she should know, and if she doesn't, why? Why in the world is she not aware of how dangerous men can be?

"Uriel, you must hasten, the night is not young, and you seem to be in deep thoughts. What on Purple Sea…I mean, what on Earth are you contemplating?"

I didn't realize that I had been quiet and stuck inside my head for God knows how long. "Sorry, princess." I turned the water on and she savored the splash of water on her face and body. I tried to only focus on one thing; her face. I turned the water off, grabbed my shampoo from the small silver storage on my right as I looked down at the smiling face of Princess Nicolette. "Gimme your hand, I'll put some shampoo and you should rub it onto your entire hair."

She smelled the shampoo as soon as I put some on her hand, then excitedly rubbed them onto her hair with a big smile on her face while I was nonchalantly breathing in and out, and trying my best not to look at her breasts or any other parts of her body other than her face.

I grabbed the loofah scrub, put some body wash on it, then handed it to her. "You should rub this all over your body."

"I thought you were going to bathe me."

"Ha? Yeah, I thought so, too. But it turned out that you can do it yourself and I can just guide you. It's pretty easy to take bath. It's not rocket science."

"Well, I am delighted to know that it is not rocket science." She smiled.

I smiled too, even if seeing her breasts in my peripheral vision was pure torture. When she started rubbing her skin with the loofah, I had to look away.

"I think I am done now, thank you." She handed back the loofah.

I turned the water on and focused my eyes on the door, then turned it off when I sensed that she was done cleaning herself. Then, I realized that I forgot to bring a towel, so I wiggled to dry myself and quickly fetched a towel from my cabinet. When I got back, I handed her the towel, but she was already completely dry. I had forgotten that she could quickly dry herself, too.

"Is this going to be my clothing?"

"No, it's a towel. You have to cover yourself with it."

When she held the towel, she examined it for a little while, felt the texture by rubbing it on her cheek, then she couldn't figure out how to put it on. "How do humans cover themselves with this?"

I sighed and took it back. "I'll do it for you. It's pretty simple." I wrapped it around her, then immediately carried her all the way to my bed. The fresh scent of her hair and body increased my heart rate. Newly-bathed women can be torture. I grabbed a plain orange shirt and one of my boxers from my cabinet, then handed them to her. She uncovered herself with the towel, so I looked away and walked towards my couch. I grabbed my book and started reading while she clothed herself.

"You have not taught me how to brush my teeth."

"Oh, I totally forgot." I put down the book and filled a glass with water from the sink, then got another empty glass. I handed both to her. "You can brush your teeth on the sink here, or the one in the bathroom tomorrow once you can walk." She nodded. I felt glad that she didn't disagree. I grabbed an extra toothbrush from one of the cabinets mounted above the sink, then went to the bathroom to put toothpaste on it. I took the empty glass from her, then handed the toothbrush. "You just have to rub that on your teeth. Brush all of them and then use the water to rinse it by gargling and spitting it onto this empty glass." After following my instructions, she was finally all done for the night. "Now, you can sleep. Let me just clean these, so that I can get back to my reading."

"You have been such a great help today. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She smiled, then lied down on her side, while hugging one pillow. I couldn't help but smile and feel good, knowing that she appreciated my help. I also felt proud of myself for being able to surpass the torture. Now, I can finally read just one or two chapters of my book, then go to sleep as well.

"I have not combed my hair." She got up again and sat with her back on the headboard.

I put down my book again and fetched the comb from my cabinet. I was about to hand her my comb, but I remembered how hard she was combing her hair a while ago and that bothered me. So, I sat on the bed beside her with my feet still on the floor. "I will comb your hair for you, since you're not doing a good job at it. You should be more gentle like this." I showed her. She was facing me, so when I combed her hair, I got closer. Her eyes were fixed on my face and I couldn't get my eyes off her until she licked her lips and I snapped out of it. I had to stop combing her hair. "Uhm, can you turn around?"

"Absolutely."

I gulped and felt the dryness of my throat, so I cleared it. When she turned around and I was facing her hair, the fresh smell was starting to kill me. It was killing my human side, and starting to unleash the wild animal inside of me, so I pulled away and settled at the edge of the bed and calmed myself. It's my own shampoo, damn it! Why am I getting turned on by the smell of my own shampoo just because a woman used it?!

"What is wrong? Why did you stop combing my hair?" She turned around, then ran her fingers through her hair. "They are still tangled. You are not doing a good job combing my hair."

"Ah…I…hold on…" I got up, got a clean glass from the cupboard mounted on the wall above the sink, then opened the fridge and got a cold pitcher of water. I poured some on the glass and drank it like I've been thirsty for a really long time. Drinking it fast choked me a bit, so I had to cough and clear my throat.

I went back on the bed and sat beside Princess Nicolette. When she turned around, I let out a silent inhale and exhale, then continued to comb her hair. When I ran my fingers through her hair and felt that it was already smooth, I got up and put back my comb to one of the shelves in my cabinet. "Your hair is all fixed. You should be able to sleep now."

She turned around to face me and I was taken aback when she held my face with both her hands. Then, with her face too close to mine, she said, "You are the best human I have ever met! Thank you for being so gentle and kind and helpful!"

The mixed scent of sweet fruit and mint that came out of her fresh breath, stirred the last chunk of my self-control. I had been keeping it intact for what seemed to be the longest night, but there was a wild animal inside of me waiting to be unleashed. Realizing that my vulnerability was about to show itself, I pulled away and immediately rested my tortured being on the couch, held the book in front of my face, then started reading, even though I couldn't understand what I was reading anymore.

"Why must you pull away? Come back here."

That last statement was pure torture. It made me so weak that the book slipped from my hand and dropped. When I looked at her, she said, "You shall sleep with me tonight."

My eyes went wide and I fell on the floor.