Sands of Time (Hellsing•AU)

Roles & Submission (34 )

•Sexual indenndo
•Unwanted touch
•PTSD behavior

Ylva stood perfectly still and blinked. He couldn't have just done what he did!

"You can't bathe standing there. Get in the water foolish Wolf-Coat," Vlad said with a laugh.

Ylva walked quickly and was just going around the Warrior Prince, when he slapped her right ass cheek. "That's for making me wait on you."

She stepped in the tub and sat down.

"Hmm, sure you are not related to my teacher, Leif? He would have approved," she said with a partial frown.

"Look like me, he did?"

She looked at Vlad and shook her head as 'oh hell no!' "He was 7 foot tall, shoulders wide as doors and used a great sword, same length as him, golden blonde hair about the length of yours."

Ylva then continued,"He died defending many women and children from sexual sadism and forced labor as slaves. He is in Valhalla winning great battles, during the day and feasting, drinking and wenching at All Father's head table, at night."

Vlad noted she said all this without tears or sorrow. Ylva truly believed this, perhaps this heathen could teach him a little about her world? Vlad had agreed to meet with the Sultan, most likely a waste of time, but it might give him intel. His new prize, his Úlfhéðnar warrior would throw the Sultan and Radu off.

Surprise is sometimes more useful than brute force.

Ylva gazed over him and shrugged her shoulders like, 'now what'. She didn't want him touching her. He would insist on touching her, between her legs as he had already made sexual insinuations, towards her.

"Have you never taken a bath?" the Prince laughed amused.

"Not in a bathtub! Remember, I am almost as tall as you. I am not nobility. I bathe in ice water from a stream or lake. If I wanted hot water, I soaked my body in heated springs. The springs were used to clean wounds."

"Really? And I suppose both sexes washed there," he sneered.

"Yes.."

"Well stay put and I will get started..."

He grabbed some perfumed soap that was used by visiting women when they chose to bath. He found a washing cloth and came over.

"Ah what is that for? I don't need that if one washes properly, I'll smell like a flowery herald! I can't sneak up on an elk for three days! This is so..." she made a sour looking face at him.

"It's what civilized cultures do, scented oils or did you live in a barn?" The word heathen came to mind again.

"No, long houses... I am not an uncivilised barbarian you need to feel sorry for."

Vlad paused for a moment, she was really getting wound up about the cultural differences. Perhaps, he could continue to provoker her and sometimes, one thing leads to another.

"Well not compared to the Ancient Egyptians for being civilized!" she said and then closed her mouth.

The Egyptians used oils but she never used them. She was but a simple priest.

He boldly strolled over and removed his shirt. Vlad tossed it past her head and she followed it, with her eyes. As she turned her head back around, he had one leg out of his pants and was using the edge of the tub, for the other pant leg. She had been sitting on her ass, with her legs straight out but closed.

There was an "Uh.." and her legs shot up to her chest as Ylva wrapped her arms around them. She now sighed and thought to herself, 'my breasts are covered and my legs cover the other bits.'