Dany's, erm, front end?

"This time...the front I think," The Bloodrider nodded, striding forward, his cock so erect it was breaching the water. He picked Dany up and, adopting a sitting position, placed her so that she was face-up on his lap.

Dany felt his cock brushing against the smooth, rounded surface of her bum. She shivered a little, bracing herself for what was to come. He picked up the sponge and squeezed it slightly, wringing a small stream of soapy water out of it, then, slowly started moving it toward her crotch.

She could see sweat glistening on his brow, and she wondered what her own face looked like by now, if the steaminess of the water combined with the...intimacy of the sponge's movements had started to show on it. Reflexively, she placed her hands demurely over pussy before he could reach it — an attempt at preserving her non-existent modesty that was, in her current circumstances, ridiculous. The Bloodrider paused and looked into her eyes, "Please..." Dany whispered, averting her gaze. "Anywhere but...there," Flashbacks of the Ointment's effects on her nether regions ran unbidden through her mind. She cringed a little, unconsciously pushing her shoulders together, which had the unintended effect of pushing her glistening tits a bit further out.

The Bloodrider stared at them, as if he were thinking long and hard about it. Then, he shook his head, returning his attention to the place her hands were hiding from view. With his free hand, he slowly but firmly reached down and pried one finger away from her pussy. Then, another. Dany resisted for as long as she dared, but when she saw The Elder standing there by the side of the tub, her eyes afire with malevolent intent, she finally nodded quietly to herself, and let go, covering her face with her hands instead, her embarassment already mounting.

The Bloodrider's sponge finally made contact with her crotch, and Dany jumped at its touch. She stirred in the water, crossing one leg a little over the other as if to ward off the sponge's indecent probing, but if she meant for it to deter, she quite profoundly failed; for instead the gesture looked almost seductive, as one wet, soap-covered leg went up and on top of the other. The Bloodrider grunted, and, with the sponge in one hand, pried her legs gently apart, sliding the sponge into the gap he had created.

Dany was on fire, her breathing shallow and erratic. She dared not so much as peek through her fingers, fearing the looks on the other men's faces, not wanting to see that look of lust in their eyes, and not wanting to betray her own. She could only focus on the...feeling, there, between her legs, where the Bloodrider worked that damned sponge up and down, up and down, bringing Dany closer to boiling point with each new motion. All the while her self-enforced blindness left her ignorant to The Elder's machinations, and so as Dany focused on trying not to focus on her gradual slide into meltdown, The Elder silently gestured for the other Bloodriders to remove their clothes.

The group did as they were bid, and in moments vests and trousers of all sizes were strewn about the ground. They stood naked, looking to The Elder for further guidance. In, she mouthed. Get in. The Bloodriders obeyed, and on all sides of the tub the copper-skinned, muscled warriors climbed over the edge and slid silently into the water. The Elder waited a few moments as they all gathered round the moustachioed man, who was trying to maintain his composure as his cock pressed further and further up and into the doughy flesh of Dany's arse.

Then, she clapped her hands. "Enough," She said, and the moustachioed one nodded sagely, then drew the sponge up and through the gap in Dany's milky thighs one last time, before setting the sponge down on her stomach and taking a step back. Dany gradually came to the realisation that it was done, and that the one who had been wielding the sponge so...effectively, had stopped. She opened her eyes and sat up in the water, and got one of the greatest shocks of her life.

She was surrounded by the Khal's men, each of them as nude as she was. Dany gulped, suddenly feeling awfully exposed. She saw the sponge floating next to her and grabbed it, holding it close to her chest in an attempt to cover herself.

"Um, uh...um..." She looked this way and that trying to find an opening to slip past the circle of Bloodriders through, but none presented itself. She backed away from the two she was facing, who were smiling warmly at her...and realised too late that backing away from one meant backing into another. Her mouth formed a perfect O as she felt the tip of something stiff go a little ways up her arse. She quickly skipped away from the man behind her but overcorrected, stumbling through the waist-high water and landing in the arms of yet another man, her breasts pressing against his pectorals, and his own cock coming dangerously close to her pussy. "Huh...oooh..." She moaned, making a feeble attempt at moving backwards.

Dany turned on the spot, surrounded by musclebound Bloodriders on all sides, passing the sponge from her chest to her rear, to her crotch and back again, unable to decide what best needed covering and so failing to cover much of anything. The heat was so intense, and the situation so close-quarters that she found herself breathing harder and faster until, like the sun dipping below the horizon of an evening, she fainted. The sponge fell from her grasp and began to drift gently over the surface of the still, warm water.