Nordlys: The Northern Lights Orgy Club

40

"There you are! Why don't you answer your fucking phone?" Stahri rebukes us as we emerge from the elevator doors.

"There's no reception in the Vault" the Overlord responds mildly, seemingly unphased by Stahri's outburst. "What are you doing here?" he then asks.

Stahri steps closer to us, sidling up next to the Overlord. "I told you, not to leave without me" Stahri answers with a low voice, meant only for the Overlord's ears. His nostrils flare, and he glances at me with an expression akin to disgust, but it slides off his face very quickly.

"You didn't say why" the Overlord responds, also keeping his voice low. "When we left, you were still...busy..." he says delicately, clears his throat, and then asks, "How did you get here so fast?"

"I took the Venom" Stahri answers, ignoring the Overlord's corresponding eye roll, in order to cast another glare at me. "Do you have a shower in your office?" he asks out of the blue.

"Ja..." the Overlord answers.

"She stinks" Stahri wrinkles his nose at me, and shoots me a feral smile at my resulting look of shock.

The Overlord leads us up to his office on the top floor, and points out his personal bathroom, before excusing himself to meet with his secretary. Stahri insists that I shower with him. It's very insulting, BUT, on the other hand, I was quite sticky in the car when the Overlord drenched me with his cum, and wet wipes can only do so much. I grudgingly agree to a shower.

Stahri closes the door behind us, and then pulls a small bottle of Blue Dawn out of his jacket pocket, setting it down on the sink.

"Come ON!" I protest. "I do NOT stink that bad! You are NOT putting that on my skin!"

"It's for me" Stahri responds quietly. All of his previous gruffness melts away, and he looks at me with pleading puppy dog eyes. "Please help me" he begs. "I can never get my back."

"What happened?" I ask worriedly.

"It's her scent! It's all over me, and I can't stand it! This is the only thing that works. It breaks down the oils from her skin" he explains.

"Bodie... why do you stay with her?" I ask with concern.

"My son" he replies simply.

I hang my head, accepting his choice. I don't have any better ideas. His life and hers are totally enmeshed due to Nordlys, and his close association with the Overlord doesn't help. Layla is cruel, and her father is powerful enough to prevent him from ever seeing his son again. So he has no choice but to keep her happy, and she seems like the type of girl that is never happy.

Stahri and I strip down, and he turns the water on, adjusting the temperature. The bruises! I gasp aloud when I see his back. Welts and small cuts dot his skin, concentrated on his buttocks and hips. I catalogue each and every one of them, my sympathy turning to anger. I have the urge to make her pay for this. I don't how, I don't know when, but the desire burns inside me, and I have a strange feeling my time will come.

It's funny that I don't care about vengeance on Lars at all, even after everything he has done to me, but seeing these bruises on Stahri makes me so angry. I don't know what to do with this emotion. I don't know how to act. So I will push it aside for now, and deal with it later.

Stahri squirts some of the Dawn on his hair after getting it thoroughly wet, and then pushes the bottle into my hands, lathering his hair while I scrub his back with a sponge, concentrating on being careful around his bruises and lacerations. He turns around, and asks me to scrub his front, while he throws his head back to rinse the soap out of his hair.