Despite all of the accommodations, Aella felt most uncomfortable- and she wasn't good at hiding it. And though she let the other woman wash her, as was expected, she couldn't help but re-imagine all that had just taken place. An old man, older, or at least the same age as her very own father, just had taken her to bed, deflowered her and just fed her his seed.
She closed her legs withint he water and grimaced a little as her sex was still raw and moist and leaking what Micah had left her.
Part of her wished she could stay in the bath forever, but another part of her felt ashamed to be there. She'd have to return to her husband's bed again anyway. She just wished this wetness between her legs would go away. It was so terrible awkward feeling and part of her hated that,d espite feeling tender, she still felt a little turned on by the experience- after all, she hadn't quite gotten a chance to indulge in whatever it was Micah had been eliciting from her.
Sex, she decided, even though it hurt, might be something she could at least try to enjoy when Micah would take her again. But even that, she was unsure. SHe still felt so uncertain, and unknowingly, unsatisfied, and moved about awkwardly in the bath.
"Is.. is there some way.. way to clean between my legs that would... Help with.. with what my husband left me?"
She had no idea what to call it and felt ashamed for asking.