Finally have that bath.

The fun doesn't stop there. Of course it doesn't. You dip into the soothing, rejuvenating water of the natural spring which runs beneath the mountain peaks straight into your castle's bathing chambers. To your right is Yaera Tedrilui, and at the other side is her daughter, Amara. Very close by sits Nyllia farther right, and Mela farther left. The five of you soak in the water, all with the same sensation of relaxation and relief, but the silence doesn't last long.

They run hands down one another's wet, glistening bodies. It takes time to wash off all that you previously coated them with. Then, Amara drifts through the water and stands behind you. She washes your back with soap taken from one of the shelves at the far end of the room. The steamy surface of the pool slowly turns nearly opaque with suds and bubbles.

Yaera rests facing away from you with her golden locks parted to the side, wrapped forwards around her right shoulder to expose her bare back. You place your hands upon her, kneading the cleansing soap into her body--strong, yet delicate and soft. You can hear her sighing beneath her breath as your touch runs up and down her skin.

At the same time, Amara gently rubs her sudsy hands down your back as well. She's thorough. Her fingers slip up and down, and also around to your front for the occasional excuse to embrace you from behind. "Is this nice?" she whispers. "I hope I'm getting everywhere."

"Everywhere that matters," you reply.

"I disagree," she says right before finding another spot to clean. Her slippery hand glides up the bottomside of your shaft from below the water, and then her other joins in on the fun, playing with you between her fingers.

The way you hear her quiet breaths just behind your ear, and the touch of her body to your back, and by the amazing view of Yaera from behind--with full freedom to lay your hands upon anywhere you desire, eventually slipping your soap-covered touch around to the sides of her chest--your weapon once again is drawn.

A moment later, Yaera backs up a step. It's as if she knew. The tip of your cock is slowly pushed by the elven woman's ass, and though she doesn't say a word about it, saying nothing is somehow more of a tease.

Nyllia comes closer. You turn your head to see the gorgeous elven woman now with her long, pink hair clinging to her wet skin. Droplets run down her smooth, silken skin, down her bare breasts and past her stomach before reaching the steamy surface of the water. She looks you in the eyes. "A hot spring bath is a sacred thing to elves," she explains. "Is that not correct, Meladarai?"

Behind her, Mela stands with her eyes shut, lips open, and tongue extended. Once her name is spoken, she snaps back to reality, and turns to the others with a face flushed blue. It seems she was being washed quite tenderly by the paladin moments before. "O-Oh, yes. Stories say that in ancient times, elves would share each other's bodies in natural springs as a a ritual to rejuvenate the spirit and nourish one's health. My kin have come far since the times of old. Only some now still live in the forests, and it is still not the same."

"Were you there for that?" you ask.

"I am not that old! Do you think I died over a thousand years ago? Remember, it was Demon King Sa'dis.

"Sorry about that. I know. I just hope--"

"Do not worry. I am very fine now. It sounds strange, but I am happier now than when I was alive. Oh wow. That really does sound odd. I hope you understand what I mean."

"I do."

Nyllia steps closer. She places two fingers beneath your chin, and for a lengthy moment, she says nothing with her words, but stares into your eyes with a conversation by feeling. As always, she looks stunning, and not only do elves seem so natural standing nude in a spring, enveloped by clouds of steam, but looks to you with a gaze that grabs your heart. She's so mighty--brave and strong--yet this description doesn't oppose femininity or beauty. There's no question in your mind about why she'd be seen as a hero. Though despite the fact that most see her as an untouchable knight clad in metal, here she is with a hand to your skin, completely exposed for you to see. She would want nothing hidden from you.

The same hand caresses around to the back of your head. Her grip tightens. Suddenly trapped in her embrace, she pulls herself in to kiss you surprisingly hard on the mouth. You let out a moan, but she matches it with one that's longer--erotic and sweet--and your tongues intertwine as you ravenously taste one another's bodies, first the lips but soon her neck, and then yours, and as you move down to enjoy the touch of her chest on your face, she pushes herself forwards, encouraging you to continue.

Your tongue glides over her stiff, pink nipple, and her grip on the back of your neck pulls even more aggressively. Your hands caress down the slender curves of her elven physique, soon taking hold of her ass to yank her into a firm embrace with legs wrapping around your hips beneath the water.

Next, your run your fingers along the tip of her ear. As you rub to the point, she trembles. You can feel her strength weaken and her face glows run. She bites her lip and makes sure there isn't a moment where your mouth isn't occupied.

But she isn't alone. Yaera at your right pushes her bustier body into your side, and tenderly dances the tip of her fingers down through your hair, and along your body. It seems the apple doesn't fall far, because Amara does the same to your left. Though her figure is more slim, her touch feels deeper and more erotic. Though you can't describe it in words, the way in which her fingers move, and the look in her eyes, could come only from somebody who not only has a deep affection for you, but has learned over time exactly what makes you feel best.

This isn't just an elven sandwich anymore. That would mean only two slices of bread. Amara and Yaera may be squeezing you between them, but you also have a templar grinding up against your lap. Right behind her, as well, stands Mela. She looks a little more timid than the others, though your Kitty Sense feels overloaded when you peer into her surface thoughts. Her mind is racing a mile a minute with everything she loves about what's happening, and all she wants to do.

They feel even more slippery and smooth than they would otherwise. The bath is still sudsy, and thus are their bodies. They squish and they slide, fawning over you like a king on his throne surrounded by stunningly gorgeous concubines.

"Kyle," Mela says to grab your attention. She runs two hands down her puppet-body, covered in soap and shining just as one would with real, natural skin. You can hardly tell the difference. "If you would like this to be more like an ancient elven orgy bath ritual, I think that Nyllia should return to embracing me while you take the others together, one from behind. Then after that, we swap positions."

"Oh?" Nyllia turns with a brow up. "You are the studious one here. Are these truly the steps to an old ritual? I suppose we should listen go you then. Come here, Mela." With a wink, she dismounts from your embrace. She runs her hands back through her long, flowing hair, and then takes the hand of the blushing Meladarai.

Amara giggles. Without sparing a moment longer, she grabs your head and kisses you next. Though quite quickly after, things are turns as you push her up against the edge of the pool. The moment you seize control, she moans quite loud, much to the approval of Yaera nearby.

Speaking of which, the older elven woman pushes against your back and whispers tenderly into your ear, "She said to take one from behind." Then as she nudges you to face her, she turns her body around, and once again you're greeting with her ass against your groin. Though this time, she pushes back enough to pin you against the side of the bath. The cheeks of her ass squeeze your shaft.

You take hold of her hips and push her forwards, not off your body but once again you've taken back control by one of these frisky elves. It seems that's what she was hoping for, as she surrenders to your touch, bending over slightly to arch her back, waiting. She wants it.

Your firm hands caress her sudsy body, up to her tits that you squeeze at the same time as pulling her right against your member. You push your cock between her legs, into her pussy from behind, and as you do, she gyrates her hips back in a slow, rhythmic melody more skilfully than most would have probably expected from such a seemingly pure and holy maiden. You've danced this dance before. Both her and Nyllia are similar in a lot of ways.

You push your hand up her spine, following her movements like a wave, until you reach her head. Her hair is as soft as always. Though your target isn't that, but her ears. You take them both and knead them between your fingers, driving her body wild. She can barely contain herself.

Amara lifts from the pool. You watch her dripping naked body move behind you. Her legs wrap around your head. Her fingernails strike true. At this point, she knows exactly how you like to be touched, and while you tend the other elf, her mission is to make you feel as good as possible. The squeeze of her perfect legs on either side of your face would be enough, but as she runs her fingers down through your hair, your eyes roll back.

This still counts as having a bath.

Though it takes longer to get clean than it probably should, the five of you make sure not to miss a single spot of one another's bodies. Yaera Tedrilui grinds up against you, bent over as you fuck her with far more strength and stamina than one would ever expect from body trying to fuck under the weight of water, though after a time, you, her, and Amara move to the ledge of the bath, where the former rides you as the latter tends to your face by kissing you tenderly.

Before you know it, you have Lady Nyllia Tesgella in your arms with your feet in the water, bouncing her up and down on your shaft with such intense movements that could only be possible if both parties were physically capable--two warriors going at it, with no intention on stopping anytime soon.

Meladarai may be possessing a body that was made for her, but it tastes like the real thing. You're also reminded that she's a banshee, as she can definitely scream. Thankfully, it doesn't knock anybody out.

Against the wall. Back in the water. On the benches. In the water again. You take all four of the girls in varying combinations, until you're an intertwined bundle of elves and one very lucky adventurer.

Eventually you face the danger of overheating, but it does go on for quite some time regardless. Time passes. Then you, Nyllia, Amara, Mela, and Yaera are laying on the tiled floor in an attempt to cool down. Chests heave up and down, and bodies are soaked in far more ways than one. To your left, Amara lays a hand upon your chest and smiles. Than opposite of her, Nyllia dances the tips of her fingers up your arm, tickling as she goes, until she reaches your cheek.

Yaera sits up to kneel at your feet. It's quite an erotic sight, even after all that's happened. She smiles wide.

Meanwhile, Mela lays a head on the woman's lap. She opens her eyes and says, "Did you know that there are brothels in some places that drain a man so hard, that he has no need to orgasm again for weeks? It is done before long journeys."

"I have heard that," says Yaera. "But that is hardly relevant. Our dear Kyle here I am sure will be more than ready to go again come morning time."

"... Or in another few minutes," Amara whispers.

Nyllia laughs. "We must sleep eventually, and it is dangerous to exert ourselves in a hot spring for this long."

"Dirty," Yaera whispers. She caresses down through the squeeze of her tits. Her tongue protrudes slightly, teasing you as she watches the gaze of your eyes follow her hand. "But I have never been so thoroughly cleaned."

This is definitely not the time to ask about Amara's father, but after everything, I feel like I should ask eventually.

More time passes--a short amount. You wouldn't say it was enough to rest, but there's little you can do about Yaera suddenly crawling up your legs. She stops and stares down into your eyes, allowing her body to do most of the talking on her behalf. "I think my daughter may have had the right idea, actually."

"Travelling alone leaves you rather pent-up I see, Yaera," says Nyllia as she lifts up to her knees.

Amara kisses you on the cheek. "Let us move some place cooler."

"Like his bed chambers?" asks Mela.

"Good idea. I am sure at this hour, nobody will spot us scurrying naked upstairs."

"Wh-Why would we not get dressed first?"

As Yaera moves away, she takes your hand and guides you up to face her closely. "Because we would not need clothing for long," she whispers. "It would be a waste of time."