Ask Krandt to help you

"I would be very grateful," you say. "I had no idea I had offended the Mother. If you could show me what to do, I'll be sure to release my essence regularly."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Krandt says. "As soon as you are finished bathing." She washes your back, then places the basin on the floor as she kneels before you and starts washing your feet. As she works her way up your legs, you can't help but squirm, your pussy hot and throbbing between your thighs, your hard cock turning the towel into a tent. A soft sound escapes your lips and Krandt glances up from her washing, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks as she stares at your rigid pole, the towel hiding nothing. She swallows hard and licks her dry lips.

"Perhaps the bath can wait," she says. "Shall we do it here, or would the bed be more comfortable?"