Get both clean and dirty.

From the side, Amara grabs some soap and rubs the suds between her hands before gliding them around the skin around your back. She has a delicate, warm touch--one that's caring and affectionate. She pays attention to get every last spot. It isn't long though before half of your body is sparkly clean, but there's a whole other half she hasn't yet touched. Meanwhile, you look over to Snow. She looks to you with pink in her cheeks as she knows she's being watched, but she timidly rubs soap down her body as well. As she washes herself off, her skin radiates under the glow of the magic ceiling lights--smooth and shiny.

You feel Amara's hands explore further around your body until she starts rubbing soap over your torso. Her soft breasts squish against your back, and she rubs her figure up and down as she leans forward to reach the rest. You notice Snow perk up as well. She seems to be watching you both with growing interest.

It hasn't been long since your last encounter, but your body can't keep it down any longer. Under the mask of the steaming water, your cock rises up and hardens.

"You are a sweet man, offering to risk your life to slay this Vampire Queen," Amara speaks softly. Her words tickle your ear.

I'd still rather not! "Thanks," you mutter back.

"It may be a long and painful venture for us." As she continues, her fingers start moving gently down to your stomach. "If you would like anything, please let me know."

This is a little awkward with Snow staring right at me, but...

"He probably wants you to... wash everywhere..." Snow mumbles across from you.

You look to her. "What?"

"You haven't cleaned below the water yet..."

"That is true," Amara replies.

Before you can think, your mind becomes distracted by the elf's wandering hands. From beneath the surface of the steamy bath water, she glides her soapy hands over your erect shaft, and her fingers dance sensually down and then back up to the head. She continues to push her soft body against your back, and you can feel her hot breath against your ear from behind. With one hand, she grips you tight and starts stroking, and Snow's eyes light up. She can't see exactly what's happening beneath, but she can tell. Her eyes lock onto your body intently.

As she continues to jerk, her gaze shifts up to Snow. Her hand slowly stops and pulls away. "I... I apologize, Ms. Snow."

"Don't st--I mean uhm it's okay," Snow replies. "You're just washing him of course."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes. Don't mind me." She swallows hard and shifts her hands to rest between her legs under the water. Her body fidgets awkwardly. "Please continue."

"Like this?" Amara grabs your cock again, and you can't help but let out an audible groan.

"Yes!" Snow leans forwards. "Just like that..."

She jerks faster now. "I suppose you do need to be clean for tomorrow's journey."

"Y-Yes he does. Very clean."

After a moment of enjoying the sensation of her hand, you notice that Snow's breathing is becoming more apparent. Her nostrils flare as she fiddles around below the layer of steam, and it's not difficult to tell what it is she's doing. Her face isn't just flushed from the heat.

"You're probably both getting pretty warm," Snow blurts out. "M-Maybe you need to lay Amara down beside the pool. You know, so you don't both overheat."

Amara stops. "Oh? Perhaps."

You look to the frisky cat with a perked brow. "What are you--"

She pulls something out from behind her back. It's another vial. She fumbles forwards as she holds it out, nearly tripping into the pool face-first. She stumbles forwards with a face completely lost to her desires. "This will cool you d-down, Amara!"