I'm All Yours

Now this was appropriate....
With a deep sigh the man let himself sink deeper into the hot water, the heat loosening up his cramped muscles. The room was simple, a wooden table, a stool, the big, round tub and a few wooden shelves holding washing herbs and soft towels. Nothing more was needed.
Steam welled around him and sloooowly relaxation set in. Opening his blue eyes Cronachan looked searchingly around until he found what he was looking for... a satchel of washing herbs. He soaked the satchel in the water and crushed the dried leafes inside to get a wee bit of foam out and the cleaning ingredients of the nicely smelling herb were released, then he scrubbed himself thoroughly to remove the last remnants of undead flesh and entrails.
He even dove underwater and washed his silken white hair, until he was satisfied with the result, his black skin shining and smooth except for a few scars... some of them fresh.

Suddenly the old wooden door creaked and a person came in, barely recognizable through the fog. A woman...

The helmorui got up and with the elegance of a panther stepped out of the tub, closing the distance to the newcomer. Witch a sly grin he opened the arms, presenting himself, shining droplets covering his skin.
"I'm all yours."




Cronachan again. Because I can and I felt like it. I love my elf and tried to convey wet skin an slicked back hair here. To whom he is offering himself? I won't tell
Done in Photoshop CS6 with my trusty Wacom Intuos Pen & Touch tablet. Reference used and some heavily edited and overpainted photos.

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