RD 4 Ch 22

After finishing up my rounds, and being stopped several times by the very excited Mul Branova, I made my way back to the bath.

Pushing aside the curtain, steam billowed out in a warm greeting to my face. I waved the steam away to see the five ladies still lounging in the bath. They all noticed me in their own way. Nyx perked up as her hair serpents thrashed around excitedly, splashing in the pool like they were doing cannonballs. Gloria simply squinted open her eyes as she leaned on the edge of the bath. Simone broke into a brilliant, sultry smile, rising up so the mounds of her breasts were just cresting the slightly bubbling water.

Circe and Merlin perked up, their eyes holding a similar gaze to Simone’s. I paused, watching their movements for a moment before I activated Soul Gaze. The illusions puffed away in glittering flakes, and my Saintess pouted.

“I’m not sure how they would react if she knew I’d seen even an illusion of her naked.” I gave Simone a long look that was meant to chastise, but she simply stuck out her tongue.

“They had towels on.” Simone argued. “They were just under the water.”

I grunted and stripped my clothes off, throwing them to the side. As my toes entered the warm water, an almost sexual groan escaped my lips.

"It's good, right?" Nyx moved, and her powerful lower half swished beneath the water's surface. 

"This bath feels incredible. Now that your illusions are gone, where did Circe and Merlin actually go?” I asked.

“They were quick. Circe wanted to go check on her own people, and I don't know what Merlin went off to do." Simone tapped at her chin before shrugging. "She really does keep to herself, far more than I expected her to. I mean, we invited her into our secret fortress."

"It's not very secret," Gloria spoke up from where she was lounging with her eyes half closed. A steaming towel on top of her coifed up purple hair.

Nyx's hair, if the serpents could be called that, were left down to be wild. And Simone had pulled her hair back with a scrunchie to keep it out of her way, for once it wasn’t illusioned and her curly raven locks poured down her back, wet they stretch well down to her hips.

"Which means we are all alone." Simone emphasized and languidly slid over to sit next to me.

I had a bar of soap that I'd taken from the side and begun to scrub myself while eyeing my lover suspiciously. "Why are you so happy?" I asked.

"Should I not be?" She asked, sounding almost offended. "We got out of a very difficult instance, and now we are as safe as we realistically can be at the moment. And best yet, we're gonna have bath sex." She flashed me a giant grin as she slid in front of me, pressing into me. I could feel every bit of her against my skin, her pink nipples hard against my chest.

"Are we now?" I asked with a wry grin, letting my hands start to wander down her wet form. 

"Of course, you're going to need a little help cleaning off first though, aren't you? Nyx, Gloria, would you care to help?" Simone asked.

Gloria waved a hand. "Not interested in helping. I'll let you have your way with him, but don't expect me to join. I’ll just be over here soaking." She let out a groan and shifted another cloth behind her head so she could lay it over the edge of the bath while the one that had been on her head went over her eyes.

This bath was built for plenty of people to lounge in comfortably. It was more like a long hot tub than anything. And the girls had made it precisely so they could take some nice long baths in the rare moment of downtime.

"It never hurts to have a place to relax after hard fighting," I mused.

Simone kissed my cheek, pulling my mind away from the fights that had begun to consume it. 

"Don't go drifting off on me, Bran. Otherwise, I might think you no longer find me attractive," Simone winked. 

"We both know that's not remotely true." I grabbed her and squeezed her close, planting a kiss on top of her head. "You are beautiful, wonderful, and everything I could dream of from a partner." 

I moved down to her mouth, knowing Simone would never settle for simply the kiss on the forehead. I kissed her passionately for a moment, our tongues twisting together. 

"And that goes for both of you, too." I glanced over at Nyx and Gloria.

Nyx's serpents got all excited. 

"Don't think you're going to lure me over there." Gloria , said lifting a corner of the cloth, watching me suspiciously.

I chuckled, knowing that would not happen anytime soon.

Gloria's attitude in bed was unique. It was almost like she couldn't make herself vulnerable. And so what she wanted in a partner was someone that could force her to become vulnerable, force her to enjoy the intimacy, or perhaps she just liked the struggle. 

I smiled at her and she blushed furiously, the heat of the bath helping her cheeks go bright red.

Simone’s hand came back up, regrounding me to the moment with her. She kissed me again while stealing the bar of soap. Pulling back, she began studying my body, carefully scrubbing suds along my chest. While she worked, she then ran delicate hands along my shoulders before pressing her fingers into the sore muscles. 

I let out a heavenly sigh and laid my head back. "Thank you, Simone." 

"You're welcome." She paused for a second and I felt another pair of hands join her. The new hands obviously belonged to Nyx when I felt her serpents join in. Three of them nuzzling at my neck and then, into my hair, spilling suds down the front of my face.

Nyx’s tail coiled possessively around my calf as I opened my eyes to find the cute woman biting her lip with focus as she did her best to mimic Simone. 

The saintess laughed softly. "It's like you have twenty hands. We’re supposed to be going slow and letting Bran enjoy this, Nyx." 

Simone poked one of the serpents and eased it away from the spot she had been scrubbing for the last few seconds. 

"Sorry," Nyx apologized. "Sometimes they just have a mind of their own. I think about wanting to clean Bran and they take that as an action to complete." It took Nyx a moment, but soon the serpents retreated, floating in the air and watching me eagerly. It seemed that the new activity was taking in the view.

Nyx scooched closer to the steps, and Simone nudged me to follow. I was happy to comply if I would continue getting washed.

Simone led me up to the high step, bringing my hips completely out of the water. Then Simone grabbed one of my legs and lifted it free, only to run delicate searching fingers through my muscles and down around sore spots on my ankles and feet. 

Meanwhile, Nyx slid out of the water and eased me to lay all the way back on a section of her tail before she stretched her arm and snatched a small basket, moving it over for her to pluck through several shampoo bottles and squirt some into her hand. She began washing my hair, her nails scraping pleasantly along my scalp and the soft pads of her fingers massaging behind them before circling around my temples and smoothly taking the tension out of me as she rubbed behind my ears.

As Simone washed my other leg, her tune changed slightly. "There are some places we have to get very clean," Simone said.

I felt her warm sudsy hand wrap around the girth of my cock, languidly stroking it. I lifted my head to look her in the eyes.

She had zero shame, a giant grin on her face as she pumped it slowly. "We have to get it clean, Bran.”

“It would be a shame if it was dirty. A real shame," Nyx echoed. 

When I looked at the serpent woman, she had a blush so red that made it look like she was about to pass out. But it could also be that her seafoam green eyes and hair just made her appear even more red.

I closed my eyes and laid my head back, allowing the two of them to pamper me. "Go ahead. Make it clean, Simone.”

“Oh yes, very clean," she purred. Her hand twisted as it stroked me up and down, faster and faster.

I bucked my hips slightly. "Good girl," I said, not to either of them in particular. 

Simone's hand stopped.

I peeked out between my eyelids, wondering if I’d said the wrong thing.

However, the look on Simone's face was completely the opposite. She was shocked, but a slow grin was spreading across her face.

I think I said something very right, that even she didn’t realize she wanted.

Simone shook her head to clear her sudden smile. "Nyx, the conditioner, please." 

"Conditioner?" Nyx asked with a frown, but she still handed it to Simone. 

"Of course. I mean, considering the business I used to run, obviously I know the best option to use in a shower or a bath." Simone tipped over the bottle and squirted the conditioner into her hand.

Rather than put it on me, she rubbed it between her breasts as she met my eyes with a giant grin that was full of promise for what would come next. She leaned over me. My cock was still sudsy as Simone pressed the head into the soft valley between her creamy mounds, and put a hand on either side, squeezing them together. 

There was something unique about the texture of breasts that drove me wild. It must be baked into the male brain, there was just something different about how they felt. And having them wrapped around my cock was even better.

"Good girl," I groaned again and leaned back.

Simone bit her lip, her cheeks blushing as she squeezed her chest together and ran her breasts up and down the length of my cock.

It disappeared between her chest, only to slide back out slick and smooth thanks to the conditioner. She'd already brought me part of the way with her hands, so I couldn't help but groan as she bounced her breasts even faster over me. 

"Call me a good girl again. I try so hard to be a good girl for you," Simone moaned as she engulfed me with her sweet succulent flesh. Her nipples, like two hard points, crested the surface of the water every time she swayed her whole body.

My cock appeared and reappeared, the smooth friction and the supple flesh drove me absolutely nuts. I couldn't help but buck into her, my body wanting more. "Good girl." 

She squeezed her breasts around it even harder, completely engulfing the head. Only the barest tip poked out between her cleavage. Simone picked up into a feverish pace, causing me to grunt with need. She squeezed them and pressed them all around me, stroking several more slow, languid strokes.

I came like a fountain, spraying out between her breasts and onto her neck, decorating it like a dripping pearl necklace.

Simone's grin was so wide that her eyes practically glowed. She gave me two more slow, delicate strokes, squeezing out the last few droplets with her soft flesh. The sensation sent tingles down my spine, causing my legs to tense as I pressed them to her side. 

"Good girl," I managed to mumble, earning a massive grin from Simone. "Careful now, your regeneration might not be able to keep up if you keep encouraging me."

Still painted with my seed, she bent over and kissed my rapidly softening cock. The kiss deepened as she brought the head past her lips. Her tongue massaged along the base, sucking the last few drops of seed out of me and reviving the flagging soldier. 

I realized then that Nyx, who had been washing my hair, had stopped to watch.

"Simone…" Nyx said, clearly wanting to join.

"If you finish my hair, you get a turn." I jumped in before Simone could be greedy.

Simone waggled a finger at me. "Then Bran, you don't get to move. Your good girls get to spoil you." Simone gave me a wink before she took me deep down into her throat.