Ambushed in the bath

You're not in a great rush to do anything at the moment. It's such a slow, peaceful day and your wives are all taking care of one thing or another. It's probably been months since you got a moment alone, so you decide to spend it in the bath. A mage's mansion, equipped over the centuries by the powerful magic users, has quite a nice set of baths. Several, in fact, since some previous occupants preferred larger and more ornate affairs. A few of those larger baths have become favorite spots for heat loving catgirls.

For you the 'right' bath is the very convenient one that a mage built just down the hall from your bedroom. It's small, just large enough for one person to stretch out and soak in comfortably, but it provides warm water and is filled with the pleasant scent of aged cedar. You sink in and let the heat of the slowly circulating water soak in. With the nearby mirror you shave and clean your hair and body. You could do all that with a few spells, but cleaning yourself up the old fashioned way harkens back to the days when you were a young and unskilled apprentice. There's something grounding and peaceful about doing it by hand.

When you're done you settle back into the water, enjoying what it's doing to your muscles. If it weren't for your excellent hearing you would have missed the sound of the door opening. The brush of cooler air on your skin is another sign, but you don't hear footsteps. You pretend you haven't noticed and wait to see what your wife is up to. It has to be one of your wives - another reason you like this bath is that it can only be reached from the master bedroom. A secure arrangement you've always approved of.

"There you are", whispers a soft voice. An equally soft set of fingers stroke your cheek and then run up into your hair.

You open your eyes and look up into the big, green eyes of Helena. Over many months she's become a happier and happier kitty, but after Harmony's arrival she's been on cloud nine. It's to be expected, in a way, but it's so nice to see. And that smile - it's so infectious! She beams happiness at everyone she looks at, you most of all.

"How's your sister?"

"Sleeping quietly. Thank you again."

"You don't have to thank me for saving her, I was happy to help."

Then you realize Helena's not alone. On your other side you feel a hand gently touch your shoulder. Another set of green eyes, this time an even darker shade of emerald and set in a face covered by fine black fur. Bethany gives you a smile, though it's a worried smile.

"To what do I owe the pleasure," you ask, reaching out in both directions to gently rub their thighs.

That seems to put Bethany at ease. She wriggles a little at your touch, and asks, "We're not bothering you, are we?"

"Being interrupted by my beautiful wives is not a bother. You're never a bother or a chore or something I put up with. You're lovely, both of you."

"Both of you?" asks another voice from behind you. Over your head another black furred face appears, twinkling amber eyes looking down at you. Renee gives you a toothy grin.

"All of you. But some of our wives seem to need a reminder every once in a while."

"Every girl likes reminders like that," says Renee. Then she looks at the other two. "What are you waiting for?"

"Well..." says Helena, but then she jumps, almost certainly from a pinch on her behind.

"You two were whispering about it, just do it," encourages Renee.

Both Bethany and Helena giggle, put their legs over the edge and quickly sink into the water on each side of you.

"See? Definitely enough space," says Renee. She laughs as some of the water in the tub spills over the sides into the overflow channels.

You put your arms around your two shyest wives and pull their shoulders in, toward you. Both girls respond immediately and cuddle up against you.

"I'm surprised all of you are free at once," you say, moving your fingers further up so you can play with Bethany and Helena's ears.

"I just finished nursing six kittens," says Renee, "and I needed a break. I've been sitting quietly so long I had to come and stir up some excitement."

"Still happy with your 'improved' breasts or is it a little much for you?" you ask her. "I can always reduce the effect if you wish."

"Mmmm, no, don't. I like how it feels. I like that I can keep going as long as the babies need me to. And it's nice being able to decide I want them to ease up or make more." Renee sits on the edge of the bath, bumping her hip against you so her thigh acts as a sort of pillow for your head. Her tail sweeps lazily from side to side, contentedly.

"I'm glad. I was afraid I'd given you too much, too quickly. Changes like that can surprise you or the side effects can feel like more than you bargained for."

"No. I asked, after all."

"How about you?" you ask Bethany.

"What? No, I like everything about my breasts too," she says.

"Not just your breasts. I think my spells are partly to blame for all the kittens we made together. You're carrying quite a litter yourself and then Lessia and Doe are helping you. I just wanted to make sure you're not overwhelmed by it all."

"No," she says. "How could I be unhappy?" She somehow snuggles even closer to you, pressing into your neck. "I didn't want to say, but I was hoping for a big litter. I love when I'm sitting next to Renee and she's just covered with her little ones." She looks up at Renee. "You're always happy."

"Yeah, it feels good," says Renee. She rubs Helena's head and says, "And how about you? I knew you wanted lots of babies, Helena, but you ended up stuffing them all into Kyelle's tummy. She's a big girl, I'm sure she can handle all of them..."

Helena's ear grows hot under your fingers - even hotter than the bath. You give Helena a kiss and say, "Thank you for giving Kyelle the excuse she needed. I never knew how much she wanted to be part of our family."

Helena brightens up and says, "Oh, any of us would have done that. I'm surprised Yvonne didn't offer!"

"Maybe she would have if things had been different, but I want you to walk around with your head held high. You helped make our family what it is, my love." Helena manages to smile, cry and rub herself against you all at the same time. It's impossible to tell which emotion is stronger - joy, relief or lust.

From one side you hear, "You silver-tongued devil," and Lessia steps into view. She lets her robe fall away and steps into the other end of the bath. As she sinks down her feet slide up along your legs and your feet slide along hers. Perhaps your 'one person' estimate for this tub was more a product of those many years you alone used it. Even with three girls sharing the water it still feels rather comfy.

Lessia's in a good mood and she does like when you tease her, so you feign a stuffy accent and say, "Princess, I apologize. These baths are far to small for one of your rank."

"Nonsense. I happen to prefer a cozy bath as long as the company is entertaining." Her eyes twinkle and she shifts a foot, obviously tickling Bethany, who squirms and giggles. "I had to wonder where you had gone when I awoke," she says to Bethany.

"You seemed to be pretty sleepy after we, um..."

You have to smile. Even after months Bethany still has problems admitting that she's had sex with other girls, particularly Lessia. You bet that it's a combination of the need to keep her relationship with the princess a secret and also her attitudes and behavior in her previous life. She probably worked hard to hide her thirst for 'feminine company'". You're glad that Bethany has turned out to have a mild interest in men, rather than being a true lesbian. Having some bisexual girls in your harem has been very useful - the fact that Bethany and Alice both have a strong preference toward other women is one of the reasons your cock hasn't fallen off from overuse.

Lessia, on the other hand, has spent her whole life avoiding relationships of any kind out of fear. Now she acts like she needs to make up for missed opportunities. You know she's in a playful mood, so you decide to tease her some more. "My needy wife," you say, rubbing your toes against the inside of her thigh. "Bethany wore her tongue out and yet you sneak into the baths looking for more?"

"I did not 'sneak' anywhere," she replies. She sinks lower in the water, which does cover her breasts but also means your foot can now reach her sex and likewise her foot can reach yours. As she begins to rub your cock she asks, "How can I be your needy wife? Surely there are others more deserving of that title?"

Renee decides she's not going to be left out. If the pot needs stirring she's always willing to lend a hand. She stretches and says, "I know I haven't recovered enough to 'sit in your lap' yet, but Bethany and Lessia don't have that problem. Can magic tell you which of your wives needs you more?" Then she leans in close to Helena and says, "Hmmm, Helena was able to make some eggs for Kyelle. How long before she can make love?"

That gets your white furred lovers ears to perk up. You reach out with your magic and sense that despite the short time since she gave birth her youth and her catgirl body have healed sufficiently for sex. You tell Renee, "Those two things aren't actually related. A woman can start producing eggs quickly, so soon that her body is not fit to carry them. And Helena was with child just one month ago." Helena's ears droop a bit. "But it turns out young, strong moonblood catgirls heal rather quickly. I think it's quite safe."

Helena sucks in a breath. She freezes in place and then looks at Bethany and Lessia. "Can I?"

"Of course you can," says Bethany.

Lessia nods emphatically.

In one smooth motion Helena shifts up and rolls her hips, rising from the water and swinging into position above you. Her soft, fine fur is thoroughly wet from the neck down and it sticks to her body like a second skin. Her narrow shoulders and frame are even more noticeable without the halo of fur. Those lovely B cup breasts, swollen slightly larger by the need to care for your young, stand proud from her body. Her nipples, usually almost hidden by the fur, are hot little pink spots begging to be touched.

So you do just that, reaching up and rubbing your palms across her chest, rubbing her soaking wet breasts with your fingers. Helena tilts her head back and her thin tail whips out of the water, splashing Lessia. Meanwhile, Renee slips down into the water where Helena was previously. At this point the bath is beyond cozy, but Renee cuddles next to you and gently strokes Helena's back. It's plain to see that Renee wants to be part of Helena's return to the joys of sex.

The princess laughs and catches Helena's tail after a few failed attempts. Then she runs her hands along the slender, sensitive flesh. Helena mewls in pleasure. For a month Helena has only been able to experience pleasure from fingers rubbing her breasts, her clit or playing with her ears or tail. She's grown more sensitive to all these things. But beneath the water's surface her hands are fumbling, trying to reacquaint your shaft with her innards.

When she finally succeeds and the tip presses into her she just lets out a big sigh. Her head has been tilted back all this time, but slowly she tilts forward more and more, until you can see her eyes - filled with every kind of happiness. She doesn't say anything. She slowly lowers herself onto your cock and it's as if for her there's nothing in the world but you.

"Gently," you whisper. "Don't push yourself too hard."

Helena nods, but she doesn't listen. Soon enough she's rocking her hips and letting out the most pleasant purrs and mewls of pleasure. You're wedged into the tub between Bethany and Renee, unable to contribute much. But it seems like Helena doesn't want you to. Every time you try to reposition or do anything to help, Helena puts her hands on your shoulders and whispers, "No, just let me."

You give thanks to the water. The pace of Helena's slow grinding and rocking can't increase too much. But she sure tries. At one point she cries out, her pussy squeezes the life out of you and she collapses against you, panting and almost sobbing from the feeling of her first orgasm from riding a cock in about a month. You knew she needed this, but you didn't know Helena was this ****.

When she gets her wits about her again she lifts herself up and goes right back to riding you. Soon it's your turn and as you feel your balls tightening even in the warm bath you tell her you're about to cum. Helena lowers herself all the way and asks, "Are you going to make me a mother again?"

And with that you cum, blasting a hot load deep inside Helena's depths.