Chapter Twenty Seven

Elena opened her mouth and touched the tip of her tongue to one of her fingers. She rolled the fluid around on her tongue and then swallowed. She noted that, yes; it was salty and slightly bitter, but not as bad as she had feared. It didn't really have any flavor, more of a texture than a taste. It was slick, but not nearly as thick as her previous lovers'. She looked up at him and noticed he was watching her intently. Meeting his gaze she brought her hand up to her mouth and began to lick her fingers clean. He snorted and rumbled in contentment.

When she had cleaned both hands off with her tongue, she looked down at the rest of it all over her and smiled. She peeked up at him,

"I need a bath."

She stood up and walked over to her pack, pulled out her cooking pot and filled it with water. She took it over to the fireplace and using the poker, shifted some coals around and set the pot into them. While she was waiting for the water to heat up, she walked back over to him.

"Do you always