"This is—this is an e," Malice sputtered. "Look what you've doo my hair!"

  Indeed, Malice's wild, voluminous waist-length hair had been matted down by the spray of water. It was quite the sight.

  "Oh, st, it'll dry out fine," Natalie said, stifling her amusement. "Plus, I'll be introdug you to the wonders of modern shampoo and ditioner. I mean, your hair is geous without it—I don't know how you mahat," she muttered, "But it'll be even softer, silkier, and thicker when I'm doh you. Plus you'll be ."

  The words didn't e as any sort of reassurao Malice, who was holding heavy water-den strands of glossy bck hair in her hands. She looked up at Natalie with a distraught expression.

  Natalie bit her lip to stop from ughing. The woman had a anding preseh her wild hair spyed out as it normally was—but here, wet, naked, and ed in the shower, any so-called 'presence' of hers had pletely evaporated.

  "Don't ugh at me!"

  Natalie ughed at her, but made it up to the wolfgirl by pulling her in for a kiss. Malice couldn't hold onter for long; she melted into Natalie.

  Like she said. Way too easy.

  Pulling back, she chuckled into Malice's lips. ". It'll be over soon. You 't go walking around drenched in blood."

  "Why not?"

  "Because we live in a civilized society."

  "You live in a civilized society."

  "And in turn, so do you. Don't be difficult." Natalie grabbed the soap bar from the receptacle. "Look. You ther it up in your hands, then spread it across your body."

  Demonstrating, Natalie ran her soapy hands aalice's stomach. Then, without intending to, quickly got lost in the process, sliding her hands up to cup both of Malice's breasts. She spent a wholly inappropriate amount of time 'ing' the wolfgirl's chest—ending with a teasing tug on one of her nipples, making Malice su a gasp of air.

  "Actually, I think I'll do it for you," Natalie murmured, grabbing the soap bar again.

  She ran the bar of soap over Malice's body, takiime to thhly ther up the wolfgirl's gray skin. Her hands moved, indulgently caressing the toned curves and valleys of Malice's figure. The steam from the hot shower swirled around them as she worked, Natalie growing more and more transfixed by the sight of Malice's hard nipples, the water droplets running down the slopes of her breasts. She worked the ther aalice's ft stomach, then her sides, her arms, firailing over the defined muscle there. Lower, she took her time soaping up the juncture between Malice's thighs, teasingly avoiding the wolfgirl's slit, before moving ts.

  Throughout it, Malice stayed obediently still, though her heavy breathirayed her arousal. Her soaked water-den tail swished bad forth, flig water into the shower curtain and generally everywhere—whiatalie had already given up to trol. The motion drew Natalie's attention to the curves of her backside, and she reached around and gave Malice's ass a squeeze before starting to ther her up there as well. She made sure to get Malice properly —half because she had been filthy, and half because it was way too much fun, toying with her puppy.

  Stepping baatalie admired her handiwork.

  "Spin for me," she anded.

  Maliplied, turning in a slow circle so Natalie could drink in the sight of her glistening, soapy form from every angle.

  A sudden rush of possessivehrilled through Natalie. She owhat. By the terms of Malice's own submission, Malice was hers. To and. To use as she pleased. Not that Natalie would ever abuse the tract they'd made … but still. It was a heady cept to e to terms with.

  Natalie took a breath, steadying her rag heart. As carried away as she had gotten thering Malice up, she had a number of things to discuss with her before she got too excited to think straight. Unfortunately.

  However much Malice's eyes were flig down to Natalie's ere, Natalie reminded herself to stay focused.

  By the time they were finished, Malice outing, not just because of the indignance of being bathed but also because her casual attempts at sedu hadn't worked. The wolfgirl clearly found it too embarrassing to demand Natalie cim her ht, but she was also uo help herself from making it obvious she wao be cimed.

  After toweling and drying off, they vened ba Natalie's bedroom.

  "Here, try these on."

  Shortly, the wolfgirl was wearing one of Natalie's t-shirts and a pair of her panties.

  It was a rather enthralling sight. Even pared to Malice's typical revealing armor.

  Malice sched her nose as she looked down at her outfit. She picked at the soft fabrio defe all," she muttered. "You humans are se. What if someoried to kill you like this?"

  Natalie rolled her eyes. She plopped down onto the bed and scooted so her back was against the pillows and headrest. "Cm'here," she said, pattiween her legs.

  Malice blinked in surprise but did as she was told. She crawled onto the bed in front of Natalie, turning around when Natalie gestured for her to do so. She pulled the wolfgirl in, hugging her from behind. Breathing deeply, she took in the st of Malice's freshly ed hair.

  "Ah," she sighed. "Much better." She nuzzled her head into the side of Malice's neck, kissing the soft skin there. "Maybe monsters don't care about being , but it's more pleasant for us humans, at least."

  "Then I guess it wasn't a total waste," a flustered Malice replied.

  Natalie idly pyed with the waistband of Malice's panties as she basked in the presence of the wolfgirl.

  Maliot-so-subtly rubbed her ass into Natalie's crotch.

  Her cock was quick to respond: already half-hard from the shenanigans in the shower, it quickly swelled out, pressing into Malice.

  "Hey," Natalie scolded. "Stop that. We still have to talk."

  "Seriously?"

  "Yes, seriously," Natalie said. "And I'm not fug you until we do. So you're wasting your time."

  Malice huffed. "Well then, hurry up and talk, won't you? So we get to the better stuff."

  Natalie snuggled into the wolfgirl a little tighter, sneaking a hand up into Malice's shirt to rest a hand against her toned abs. "It's not my fault you're distrag. Lemme enjoy myself for a bit. I worked hard for this prize, didn't I?"

  Malice cleared her throat. Natalie inched her hand higher up, between her breasts, to feel the wolfgirl's rag heart.

  "I guess that's true," Malice said, sounding flustered.

  Natalie slid her other hand dowing on an ihigh. Malistinctively opened her legs, whiatalie s—a her hand only ohigh, not adventuring to more exg pces.

  "Let's see," Natalie said. "I guess we'll start with your rules of e, like I mentioned."

  Though there were a number of things, some arguably more important.

  Because she couldn't put off discussions of the dungeon and its nature forever, after all.