I would go in secret to the realm of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief.I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous,... and whose cruelty was renowned. His armies were poised to wash over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my flesh, and send him and society into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in gold, with hair and eyes just as garishly. I'm a pragmatic guy. If miracles don't happen, forget it!If nothing else, I say to myself, here's that chance for the shower you've been pining for since yesterday morning. I know, I know, it's a scary sort of life. I'm not thinking of a quick wash with soap and cloth, I'm dreaming of water so scalding it takes that dirty layer of outer skin right off. Strips me clean like a solvent. Turn my hair into an exotic flower. Scrape that scratchy rash of beard from my cheeks.Under the pounding water I. She then came really close to me and said let me wash you my love.I couldnt believe my ears and I said yeah.She then slowly started appying soap on my body and looking at my cock she said you have grown my big boy.Then she slowly moved her hands toward my crotch and said is it ok if wash it honey, right? I said yes mom, she then slowly started stroking my cock and was saying you are a very bad boy maknig your mom do this kind of things.And I said mom can I wash you too, she said yeah why not. A week or so after his 22nd birthday I saw that his face, once so smooth and innocent, with only the faintest tracings of down, had begun to show development, albeit delayed, of the typical thick Tamalian moustache. The scanty hairs which had decorated his chin were now beginning to turn into coarse stubble that covered his cheeks as well. His features, which had till then retained a childish and innocent cast, now began to coarsen and mature. Even his once luminous eyes began to dull.His.