After Claude passed out, I carried him to the bath and gave him a thorough wash. He was practically drenched in sweat, tears, a bit of pee and even saliva from being pleasured too much that he lost control of his body. I even thought that if we continued, he would have gone insane.
After washing him up, I started healing all the wounds and scars on his body. These were not of my doing but from all the nights he had to serve other people before. I want to erase all the physical proof of their cruelty on him. Although I did not do the deed with him, he is as good as mine now.
Once I have dressed him up, I carried him out of his room. I told the receptionist that I will be taking him away to sleep in the inn where I am staying. It was not supposed to be allowed but I guess they misunderstood all those lewd sounds coming from our room. I did not have any difficulties bringing him away.
