His eyes roved over her body and she could see the furry pouch between his legs twitching. Then his long, hard shaft began to emerge, red and slick, with its ridges on the top and underside. She wondered again about the concentric rings of tiny white hairs around his shaft and the strange bulge at the base, but she supposed she might be able to find out more in just a moment.
“Um, are you ready to get in the shower?” she asked him, gripping the bottle of Dawn in one hand.
“More…than ready.” His voice was a low, hungry growl. “Come…Chris-teen. Let us…bathe each other.”
They stepped into the glass stall together and Christine reveled in the hot spray on her back. It was the first hot shower she’d had in over a month and it felt amazing.
The shower head was set rather low for Roarn—the spray hit him in the center of his broad chest, instead of the top of his head, like it was supposed to. But that actually worked out well, since this area was the dirtiest part—aside from his hands.
Christine squirted a big dollop of the blue dish liquid into her palm and rubbed her hands together for a moment before applying the soap to the Monstrum’s broad chest. She began to rub the foam into the short, dense fur, paying special attention to where the grease had stained the creamy whiteness.
As promised, the Dawn got the grease out, though Christine was damn glad she’d had a big bottle of it, since it took quite a lot do get the job gone.
When she was done with his chest, she worked on his big hands, which were also covered in fur, but seemed to have normal fingers and fingernails like a human’s.
“Oh,” she remarked, as she scrubbed his fingers for him. “You know, I would have thought that you’d have claws—like a real tiger. Er, I hope that’s not offensive,” she added anxiously.
“Not offended,” Roarn told her. “And look.’
He took away the hand she’d been scrubbing and flexed it for a moment, making a fist. At once, four shining claws that seemed to be made of bone snapped out, like knives popping out of their sheathes.
“Oh!” Christine gasped, looking at them uncertainly. They looked so sharp!
“Hope I…didn’t scare you,” he said anxiously, and the claws slid neatly back into their sheathes in his knuckles.
“Not at all!” Christine protested. “It’s fascinating. You’re so different from a human man. I…I’ve never been with a Monstrum before.”
“I have never…been with any female. Monstrum or human,” Roarn told her.
“Really? Not a single one?” Christine looked up at him—he was so big and muscular. She didn’t think he could be called “handsome”—not in the human way—but his features were attractive and that long, black hair and his golden-green eyes were gorgeous. So wild and savage and so utterly male.
“There are no…females left…in the Monstrum’s ‘verse,” Roarn reminded her. “So no…I have never.”
“Mmm, that’s too bad,” she murmured, as she finished scrubbing the rest of the grease off his long fingers. “Because I’m sure any girl who got you would feel extremely lucky.”
“Would you…feel lucky, Chris-teen?” His deep, rumbling voice was hopeful and when she looked up at him, Christine saw raw desire in his eyes.
“I would feel very lucky if I wasn’t too old for you, honey,” she told him gently. “And if I was on any kind of birth control—but I’m not.”
He frowned.
“Birth…control?”
“Something to keep me from getting pregnant,” Christine clarified. She eyed his enormous equipment. That was another reason they couldn’t make love—there was no way all of that would ever fit inside her!
“So we cannot…make love?” He sounded so disappointed that she felt bad for him.
“No. But we can fool around some, if you want,” she told him.
He frowned, his forehead wrinkling.
“Fool…around?”
“Give each other pleasure—like we did last night,” Christine clarified. “In fact, we can start right now, if you want.”
Reaching between his thighs, she wrapped her fingers around his thick, red shaft and began to stroke him gently but firmly.
Roarn groaned and widened his stance, clearly eager to let her do as she wanted with him.
“Tell me something, if you don’t mind,” Christine murmured as she slid her fingers up and down the slick shaft. “What are these bumps here on the top and underside of your equipment?”
“Pleasure…ridges,” Roarn rumbled, his eyes half-lidded as he spoke. “To stimulate…a female.”
Hmm, I bet they would be stimulating if he could fit that thing inside me, whispered a little voice in her head. But no, they were not having actual sex today, Christine reminded herself sternly. She was way out of practice and had no wish to split herself in two trying to take that monstrous cock inside her hoo-hah.
Besides, she had no wish to suddenly find herself a single mother again. To be honest, she missed being a mom and having her kids around her, but raising them on her own had been tough, even when she was younger. There was no way she could do it all over again at her age with no one to help her!