Bathe with Madeleine.

Scant minutes later, you're standing outside Madeleine's tent. You hear a splash of water, tantalising in it's suggestion, from within. Elodie, Madeleine's long-suffering lady-in-waiting stands watch outside, evidently protecting her mistress' dignity from prying eyes.

“I'm, er... here to see Madeleine.” you offer, drawing close. Evidently, Elodie's remit of protection does not extend to you. Respectfully, she steps aside, her eyes pointed down, avoiding your gaze. As you enter, you imagine your last serious encounter, in the Ducal Palace, still weighs heavily on her. A twang of guilt stabs at your heart, albeit one you feel less acutely as you glance back at her. Your eyes hungrily take Elodie's form in, her hermaphroditic figure accentuated by a rather fetching gown of blue silk. She had to dress the part of a Sinnabarrovian lady of refinement, you understand, so as to not embarrass her mistress. Still, amongst the coalition forces, only Madeleine herself and Seki could boast more exquisite finery.

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“Edward! What are you doing?” Madeleine gasps in mock horror. She bolts up in her copper bathtub, pale hands sliding over her chest.

“I'm sorry.” you say. You're not. You make no effort to avert your gaze from her. “I, er... didn't know you were bathing.”

“Goodness, this is so improper!” Madeleine says, unable to contain a grin. It's a wolfish one, her lips, normally thickly beset with ruby red, now pale and thin. Indeed, you can make out a washcloth, slung over the side of the tub, caked with cosmetics. You've never seen Madeleine like this, deprived of ornamentation. Her black eye looks just as painful as it had done mere hours after Hjordis had hit her, a testament to how much powder she usually wore.

She lets her hands fall, uncovering her breasts. You're overcome by a desire to seize on one of them, to passionately bring your mouth to it. You see a vein, a delicate blue road, trace it's path across her alabaster skin.

“Impropriety's the spice of life.” you give her a smile, and hobble closer.

“What about Kara?” Madeleine simpers. “I trust you heard her before? Your wife... said it wouldn't be right to ravish me without you present. If that's not devotion...”

“I love Kara, but she's a fool.” you say. You're almost within arm's reach of the tub now. Your body, your loins in particular, cry out for Madeleine.

“Ooh, I'd like to see you say that with her present!” Madeleine giggles. “She'd snap you like a twig!”

“Well, she's not here.” you point out. “Besides, what Kara doesn't know, won't hurt her.”

In your mind, you know that's untrue. In your mind, you know you shouldn't be doing this. But at the same time, there's a fire within you. A blaze that must be stoked and kindled with lust. You didn't feel much for Madeleine, not in the way Kara did, but you wanted her. And that was enough.

“Fuck her anyway. No one tells me what to do!” the Dauphine smirks. She leans back, her posture relaxed, her legs apart. As clear an invitation as you've ever received. “You know, this tub's so big... It's actually a little lonely...”

“I can help with that.” you're quick to respond. You kick off your boots, the left one easily, the right coming just a touch harder. You fight with your belt, casting it off, your doublet following suit.

“Gods, hurry up!” Madeleine heckles, splashing water at you.

Stepping out of your breeches and smallclothes, you move awkwardly, naked to Madeleine's side. As you loom over her, the princess makes a show of staring up at you, unblinking. Eventually, her hunger gets the better of her. Her eyes flick down, taking in your manhood with an almost wanton eagerness.

Deciding to waste no time, you haul yourself into the tub, positioning yourself atop Madeleine in the spacious metal basin. Stiff from being sat in your carriage for several days on end, your body cries out in appreciation of the exquisitely heated water. You can't help but groan yourself.

“Ellie's been hauling water for this ever since we made camp. Sour-faced cow does have her uses.” Madeleine titters.

“Don't I know it.” you slur, letting your good hand roam Madeleine's body.

“Call her in, if you want.” Madeleine offers. “I can make her do anything you want, I do feed, clothe and pay her, after all.”

“I'm good for now.” you respond. “I'm not a greedy man. Not when there's already such vast riches before me.” you caress Madeleine's arse as you speak.

“Oh, Edward...” Madeleine mewls, her hands snaking up around your neck, pulling you in close for a kiss.

Neither of you waste any time. Your prick finds her nethers, and you guide yourself in, beginning to plunder the princess' treasure vault. You lean in to kiss Madeleine's neck as you begin to fuck her in earnest, enjoying the lust expression making itself known on her comely features.

Her feet rise from the water below, her legs wrapping around you, constricting you, pulling you closer, until you're as deftly entwined as it's possible for two bodies to be.

“Harder...” Madeleine pleads, her breathing intensifying, her grip on your neck powerful. Any concerns about betraying Kara are long gone, now. You give in to the lust, to the demonic intensity coursing through your veins. Madeleine wants it harder, and you oblige, the bathwater churning around your bodies like a fierce and furious sea, every time you bury yourself home.

“Oh gods!” Madeleine yelps, her wet, pale body aquiver at your touch. She climaxes, loud enough you're sure people further than the faithful Elodie will have heard it. You're just thankful the tent you share with Kara is far from this one.

Madeleine is putty in your hands now, supple clay to shift and repurpose however you see fit. You decide to take advantage of that. You flip her around, having her bend over the very edge of the tub, presenting her arse, several inches above the warmth of the water, for you to do with as you please.

Bringing yourself close to Madeleine, you take in her trembling rear, then surge forward, your manhood once again finding accommodation in her sex. The princess gasps out in frenzied pleasure. Her hands grip the edge of the tub, her knuckles white against the copper. She bucks against you, frenzied, evidently still feeling the high of her narcotic of choice. Her neatly trimmed vermilion locks flick back against her forehead, cool droplets of water spattering you.

You feel yourself draw close to orgasm. The more sensible part of your nature compels you to pull out of Madeleine, even as images of unloading inside her, of the Dauphine ripe with your offspring, dance tantalisingly through your mind's eye.

Madeleine's close herself. You can hear it in every gasp and groan she produces, feel it in the thrum of her body on yours.

As you extricate from her, moving back, Madeleine catches on to what you're doing. She glances back over her shoulder.

“Oh come on! Live a little!” she carelessly teases you.

And that's all it takes for you to throw caution to the wind once again. You re-enter the Sinnabarrovian heiress, fucking her with renewed zeal.

You're consumed with feelings of power and vitality as you finish inside her. When you can do this, experience this, why should you care what condition your body's in?

Sated, for now anyway, you slump back, accepting the warm water's embrace. Coming down from her own heights of pleasure, Madeleine repositions herself, clambering atop you. You can feel her accelerated heartbeat as she lays on you.

“Madeleine, that was...” you slur. The princess interrupts you with a sloppy kiss.

“I know.” she giggles, beaming her predatory smile at you.

You don't have much of a chance to sit in post-coital comfort, however. Madeleine whistles for her servant, and seconds later, Elodie enters, ready to assist her lady. At Madeleine's instruction, Elodie readies a fresh washcloth, some soap, ready to continue bathing you and her mistress.

“Are you... sure about this?” you say. You can't help but eye the blonde. “What if she says something to Kara?”

“Oh, Edward...” Madeleine rolls her eyes. “Little Ellie's perfectly discreet.”

The Red Princess lifts an arm, keeping her attention focused on you as Elodie sets about scrubbing her.

“She knows to be, where it concerns my personal business.” Madeleine says evenly. She reaches up, grabs the blonde by the chin. “She knows she wouldn't keep her useful little tongue in her mouth for very long otherwise...”