A steamy standoff

One step forward, two steps back, and now you're literally standing here with your dick in your hand. No more acting cute about whether or not they're really there; if you don't cool things off quick, you don't want to know how much worse it could get.

"Alright, alright, look," you address the 'empty' room, "we've all had our fun, yeah? I can be the bigger person and admit that steam trick was kinda mean. So, I'm sorry," you say, to a pile of rocks, which would feel much stupider if you didn't know what it really was. "Even if you guys were straight up creepin' on me," you finish, muttering. A few seconds pass in silence, barring the crackle of Pyra's fire and, if you really strained your ears, maybe some slightly heavy breathing coming from the bench with the 'butt print' on it. You grit your teeth and turn to the side, your back to what you hope is an empty corner of the room, so you can look down at the spot on the bench your towel so mysteriously slid under. "I'll just take my towel back and leave, and 'forget' that there was anything weird with this trip to the sauna, okay? No hard feelings, heroes?" You put a little venom into the last word without really thinking, a little bitter at having to apologize to them for just wanting to sweat a little in peace. But a little venom is more than enough to set off a certain hot-head, and as you step closer to the bench, hand out expectantly for a towel to be returned to it, you notice the growing roar of the fire a second too late.

"Yeowch!" A small but singeing spark, expertly aimed, flits up through the heater's grate and nails your right butt-cheek, making you howl like a cartoon cat. You spin forward to glare at the heater while, instinctively, your hands fly back to cover your ass and ease the pain, only realizing your mistake once its too late! Even with both hands behind your back, you're still pointing out into the room, your uncovered, semi-erect cock wobbling in front of a room you desperately wish was as empty as it looks. Or perhaps, looked: from the empty space in front of you comes a gasp, and materializing over the phantom butt-print is long, dark hair hanging down damp to curtain wide green eyes locked right between your legs. Jennifer's hands were clasped over her mouth, meaning even as she got an eyeful, her own body was left uncovered, perky, pointy tits normally concealed or incorporeal dripping beads of sweat, running down across a flat stomach to soak into the patch of dark hair between a pair of surprisingly plump thighs. Her eyes flick up to yours for a split second, and double-take once she realizes you're meeting her gaze. With a short, strangled yelp, she removes her hands from her mouth and covers.... not her body, but her eyes, whole body clenched tight as she presumably tries to disappear once more.

You wish so desperately you could say that your cock hadn't gotten harder just from Jennifer looking at it, but you'd be lying in front of a room full of invisible witnesses. You look frantically around the room for anything to cover the twitching organ, because its grown enough that your hands aren't cutting it, and you spot the water bucket. But instead of covering yourself with it, you know exactly what to do: you bring the bucket back over to the heater (holding it over your crotch, you're not completely shameless just yet.)

"Enough is enough, alright?" You say, trying to slosh the bucket towards the heater without moving it too far away from yourself, "Either leave or stop hiding, or else we're getting seconds of the rump roast. Extra large servings!" You wince as the words come out of your mouth; you've never been good at sounding tough without it sounding kind of lame. You brace yourself for another shower of sparks, a blast of freezing wind or water, to just straight up get beaned by a rock. Instead, all you hear is a sigh from somewhere near your feet.

"Sorry, Sam. I really thought you'd just leave if I snagged your towel," says Aqua, sticking her head out from under the bench. Her lower half remains hidden underneath, with her arms crossed in front of her chest, her already large breasts pushed up into a deep valley of olive skin. You scoot over a little to keep her getting a show if she looks up, only to feel your back squish into something soft, a slender pair of arms draping themselves over your shoulders.

"Aw, you were trying to get him to leave?" Aeris says almost right into your ear, smallish but pert breasts poking into the back of your neck, "But we were having so much fun!" You jump as the panel on the side of the heater bangs open, a scowling Pyra crawling out with an arm over her chest and a smattering of soot across her back and a dusting across each toned cheek of her backside.

"Yeah, like watching this idiot give himself heatstroke by steaming the whole bucket at once," the red head says, blush present but hard to notice against the soot covering her already tan skin. Above her former hiding spot, the mound of rocks shudders and crumbles, gray stone giving way to tanned skin, rugged angles giving way to two wide, smooth curves with muscle taut underneath, you cock twitching again behind the bucket, as Terra sits up and moves her hands to soothe her steamed cheeks, ineffectually obscuring your otherwise perfect view of her big, bare ass.

"'Extra-large serving', huh....." she says, looking hurt, and you blanch.

"Wh-- no, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant!" you sputter, before straightening back up. "Wait, no, why am I apologizing?! You guys were pervin' on me this whole time!" Looking past Terra, you see Jennifer startle at the (accurate) accusation, and only finally covering her privates instead of her face. The Elementals, meanwhile, look between each other; they don't look happy, but you can't tell if it's guilt or just plain anger, and you realize that your spur of the moment idea to **** a confrontation with them might not have been the path you wanted to take....