The Lost Princess Of The Lycans Chapter 16: Interesting morning

King Ray POV

I had the most perfect night. I had dinner with my beautiful queen. Then we watched a movie, and she fell asleep with her head on my shoulders. I carried her to bed. She wouldn't let go of my arm. So I decided to lay down next to her long enough for her to fall into a deep sleep where I could move my arm and go to bed. But when she finally fell asleep, I couldn't bring myself to leave her. She looked so comfortable and content that I had no heart to disturb her. I stayed awake for hours just staring at her. She was so beautiful. I couldn't believe how she had been treated. Or how anyone could abuse her like they did. Looking at her, I started memorizing every feature.

Her beautiful, long black hair, soft to the touch, glistened in the low, dim light. Her high cheekbones showed a little too much because of her malnutrition. Her pink lips were the ones that I longed to kiss. Her perfect-sized breast. How I longed to touch and caress them and taste them. I longed to run my hands up and down her thighs. I so badly wanted to explore her inner parts. I fell asleep fantasizing about her. I was dreaming about her when she gently shook me awake.

"Morning beautiful," I said.

She tries to cross her legs, which is impossible because of the casts on her legs. I get the picture, though, as she needs to use the bathroom.

"No problem," I say.

I jumped up and picked her up. She let out a little squeal and something that sounded like a giggle. I carried her to the bathroom and sat her in it. She indicated to me that she'd be OK by herself. I left the room so she could do her business. After a few minutes, I heard the toilet flush, which indicated she'd done. I waited a few minutes, and then I knocked on the door.

"Are you done beautiful?" I asked.

Which was stupid as I knew she couldn't speak, so I waited a few more minutes.

"I'm coming in, sweetheart. I hope you are decent," I stated.

She is all done and has her clothing situated. I then picked her up and carried her back to bed.

"I'm going to go out today," I told her.

She uses her hand as if she's writing. I had forgotten her dry-erase board on the couch, so I left the room to retrieve it.

Where are you going? She wrote.

"I need to attend to some business. I will only be gone for a few hours," I responded.

All she writes is OK. But the look in her eyes tells me she's disappointed I have to leave. She feels safer when I'm with her. I also know she feels the mate bond. And we feel lonely without our mates around. But it's just something we deal with.

"Also, Brittany will be coming. You and she are going shopping today," I stated.

Oh, that is all she writes. But I can tell she's excited. I don't know if she's ever been shopping before. I need her to get more clothes as she has been wearing the same clothes for a few days. She writes that she needs a shower and some clean clothes. I agree that she can't run around here in the same clothes all the time. Hence, what is the reason Brittany is going to take her shopping?

"First, you need something to eat. Then we will get you showered and some clean clothes," I said.

She writes, " I'm not hungry." I honestly believe she's not hungry. The amount of food she had last night is probably the most she's ever eaten. I know her stomach is not that big, but she still has to eat, so I'll let her eat a small breakfast.

"Listen, young lady, you will eat something OK." I half ordered her, and half asked.

She writes and asks if she can have some fruit.

"You can have whatever you want," I stated.

"Would you like to eat in here?" I asked.

"You looked a little uncomfortable sitting in your wheelchair last night," I stated.

She shakes her head yes to that statement. I then go over to the phone on the desk and call down to the kitchen.

"Good morning Mike, I would like to order some breakfast," I stated.

"Yes, your majesty." He responds to me.

" Can we get some grapes and some strawberries for the queen? I'll have some bacon, eggs, hash browns, and some toast, he stated.

"Hey, sis, do you have anything that might suit Sarah?" I asked.

"Great, that sounds good. Give us 20 minutes," I state..

I get off the phone with Brittany. When I look at Sarah, I can see the fear and apprehension in her face.

"Oh, sweetheart, it's nothing to worry about," I stated.

"I asked if you would mind if I helped you take a sponge bath?" I asked.

I could tell she was struggling to answer my question. She is not used to having someone ask to touch her; she is used to somebody just touching her whenever they want.

"I know what has happened to you. I promise nothing will happen unless you permit me," I stated.

She writes," OK, I'll let you.

I'm excited that she agreed to let me help her with such an intimate task.

"Alright," he states.

I go to the bathroom, turn on the water, and stop the tub. I want the water to be a perfect temperature for her. I know I'll have to keep her casts out of the water. I then came back and started to help her undress. I started with her shirt and carefully removed it, so I caused as little pain as possible. I just stopped and stared at her naked top half. She is so beautiful. Her scars and all I notice are starting to heal properly. She tries to cover herself with her arms and I stop her.

"No, please let me look at you. I want to see your beautiful body." I stated.

Then she starts to cry uncontrollably. Years and years of tears just started pouring out. I gently use my thumb and wipe some of her tears away. I wrap her in my arms and hold her. I whispered in her ear.

"It's OK, beautiful, let it all out," I stated.

I can start to feel her relax, and her sobbing starts to slow, and finally, it stops. I can feel her skin against my skin, and it feels incredible. The tingling all over my body is a welcome sensation. I take my arms off her and then take her shorts and underwear off.

"How about we go to the bathroom and wash up?" I asked.

Earlier, when I turned the water on, I put a shower chair in the tub for her to sit on. I also set up the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. So. Everything was right there, and I didn't have to get up and down. I take my shorts off, and I notice her jaw dropped, and she starts staring at my penis. I chuckle and get into the bathtub. Then I get the body wash and lather up a washcloth. I started slowly washing her toes, taking care not to get water into her casts. I then turned the chair sideways and started washing her thighs. I feel her freeze as I get closer to her vagina. I want so badly to touch her vagina and slide my fingers into her, but by her reaction, I can tell she isn't ready for that. So I moved on to her arms and stomach. I take care not to touch her breasts because I won't be able to stop myself from taking her to bed and making love to her. I hand her the washcloth so she can wash her private parts. I then took the wash cloth and wrung out warm water on her back to wash it. I notice the scars fading, and the new wounds healing better. I then leaned her head back and washed her hair. I then retrieved the towels I had sat by the tub and wrapped them around her,

"Can I kiss you?" I asked.

She shook her head yes.

I then kissed her deep and hard.