Hilda's Hot Springs

“Mmm~ The water feels sooo goooood~”

Hilda stretched her back out in the warm steamy open air, her towel slipping lower until it barely contained the swell of her breasts. Nipples prodding out where they kissed the cool evening air. The mix of perfectly hot water washing over her soft skin and the chilled evening air breathing gently on her damp flesh was putting her in such a relaxed mood. After the last week of lessons she really needed a chance to unwind. Relax.

They’d come with the rest of the Golden Deer, but most of them had peeled away already, which was understandable. The ‘mixed bath’ time was always a bit contentious. Males were highly likely to be ogled or harassed by the females. Hootering and hollering when they saw as much as a hint of wrinkled nutsack, some even going so far as to ‘accidentally' fall to grab at their butts or towels to strip the sexy men around them. It was a popular enough fantasy in erotic novella that some girls saw it as a right of passage to see a stranger’s dick in a steamy mixed bath scenario.

Though that was all unlikely right now. The future knights and noblemen had all gone to bed once the men's only bathing hour had passed, and even a significant portion of the women had left too. Leaving only a few left who wanted to extend their time in the warming waters.

“I’m surprised you wanted to hang out together this late,” Hilda hummed, slinking further into the water until it licked her collar bone, letting her towel float away innocently, “Usually you’re off with you-know-who.”

Marianne kept quiet. Shuffling around her modest curves uncomfortably like usual, “He’s not a bad guy, you know.”

“All men are trash,” said Hilda bluntly, “How hard would it really be to get horny for us once in a while? Wasting all those muscles to read books, learn to cook, or go to war… such a pity.”

“Mm…”

Marianne was being quieter than usual. Hilda had learned much of her various silences and depressed hushes, but this was different. Marianne wasn’t staring forlornly at the water, but glancing around the empty bath. Looking for something? Or someone?

Then Hilda noticed they weren’t alone.

“Huh? Who’s there?”

The steam parted slowly, showing more and more of the culprit. Surely it was just the owner of the bathhouse? Or a passed out Manuela?

“You!?” Hilda gasped.

Short scruffy hair, arms spread wide and leaning on the side of the bath, all while sporting a wide grin.

Though Hilda’s eyes were more struggling to tear themselves away from his legs. Their such casual slutty spread with so much skin barely visible through the soapy water, but certainly made the mind wonder.

“Yo~” said Kazuma, waving one hand casually.

Hilda frowned deeply at Marianne, “What is this? Why is he here?”

“H-he’s allowed to be… he came with us on the trip, remember?”

“Yeah, obviously. I mean why is he in the mixed bath?!” Hilda shot back, making Marianne shrink into herself. “Are you two trying to trick me or something?”

“No!” Marianne whimpered, “I-I’m going to the steam room…”

Hilda felt a little bad seeing her sad friend scurry away in terror, but she also couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a setup. Trying to get her in trouble through male centric temptation.

She was determined she wouldn’t even go near that annoying man. Instead she began washing her body, trying to enjoy the bath despite his presence.

…

Why was he the one staring so much?

Kazuma’s eyes were ogling her as much as a woman in the men’s changing room. That grin of his was stretching his face the more she washed her tits, and she was struggling to not keep playing with them as she watched his twitchy reactions. Every time she lathered her breasts with soapy suds he seemed to stare at her even more intensely, never dropping that smile...

It wasn’t fair.

Why was he here? Why was he here? Just to tease? Even an idiot like him should know the effect that men have on women. She was feeling so relaxed, so far away from the world and school and all the work she would need to trick others into doing for her, but now she was all tense. There was a naked man so nearby! This was her chance to finally earn the right of passage and see a penis, even if it was probably a small shrivelled one since it was his. Though she also hoped it wasn't. Her mind was slowly beginning to be filled with lustful thoughts, all she could do was imagine him walking over and pinning her down to fuck her. It was impossible, obviously, but a girl's heart is very hard to dissuade once an idea has taken root.

No way a man would ever do such a thing outside of a storybook. If she even tried anything Kazuma would likely brand her a pervert. But being in such a warm place, sitting completely naked, his eyes never stopping their fierce stare at her chest, while seeing his surprisingly-muscular torso on full display… with his legs just that little too far apart…

Hilda slapped her face with water a few times.

The steam room sounded like a good plan.

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Hilda rejoined Marianne with a chip on her shoulder and dick on her brain. It was a simple room, enough to fit about seven inside comfortably, with a bench around the perimeter and a pile of steamy rocks on a plinth in the middle. Hilda wasn't really appreciating it though, the image of Kazuma's spread legs beckoning to her wouldn’t leave her head. Just thinking about the potential penis and balls that were out there with only a single towel to protect him…

And yet, the real strangest thing is there was absolutely no attempt at modesty. No typical male response to slam his hands over his crotch and complain about being ogled. He'd stared back.

The steam room wasn’t exactly helping her thoughts, nor her pussy's temperature as Hilda tapped her foot wildly in erotic thoughts and general frustration, “Why was he there? And just… staring?”

Marianne, who was sitting opposite, had flinched at the single noise, looked around nervously, then finally answered. “Um, it is the mixed baths…”

“Come on. No guys ever get in the bath when women are around,” said Hilda, “He’s up to something. Isn’t he?”

“N-no?”

Hilda suddenly bridged the gap, sitting directly next to the timid girl and staring at her face, “Marianne. You’re sweating.”

“I-it’s the steam room!”

“He’s up to something, isn’t he, Marianne?”

Marianne gulped, struggling to deal with the intimidating pressure. Instead, she resorted to stripping off her towel and baring her nakedness to Hilda, “This heat is g-getting me so~ h-hot!” she said in a strangely rehearsed manner.

Hilda blinked, “Uhh, what? Are you okay, Marianne?”

“S-seeing him like that was v-very a-arousing! I-I gulp sure am h-h-h-horny!” the girl continued, reaching forward to lightly tug at Hilda’s own loose fitting towel, “Do you mind if… we… r-relieved...?”

Hilda exhaled in mild confusion, at least she wouldn't get in trouble from fooling around with Marianne. “You’re not usually this forward, but okay.” Her own nerves did need to be settled, and masturbating in the steam room was what she’d have done the minute Marianne left anyway. May as well do it with her pleasure partner. She reached over towards Marianne’s pussy, “Spread those legs and I’ll-”

“No!” Marianne snapped. Hilda just blinked in confusion again before Marianne awkwardly explained far too quickly, “I have a new dildo and I want to try it on you but I’m self conscious about it because it's really big and embarrassing so do you mind putting a towel over your eyes until I put it in PLEASE?!”

There was a beat as Hilda had to mentally register the paragraph of text yelled to her. “You’re acting really strange today. I'm almost tempted to say no and stop whatever is going on here...” Hilda frowned. Shaking her head at all the mild annoyances before once more relenting to the poor cutie by removing her own towel, “But I also know you're not a cruel girl. Besides, a big dildo, huh? At least you know what I like, I’ll treat it like a present." She smiled, leaning back down onto the wooden surface, "Closing my eyes now~” Placing the damp towel loosely over her head, Hilda lay back on the steam room’s bench to await further instructions.

Marianne gulped, “I’ll just go grab it from outside. K-keep those eyes closed, please.”

For the next minute or so, Hilda was stuck on audio only mode for what was happening. A door creaking, footsteps approaching her, and a creak of wood as she knelt on the bench next to Hilda’s spread legs.

“Well, Marianne? Let’s feel it.”

Slap!

“Oh! That is a weird one… that isn’t wood, what material is it?” Hilda gasped, wriggling around on her seat as the strange dildo rested on her boiling pussy lips. It was somehow just as hot as she was. With every flex of her cunny feeling up the strange device. It was as hard as wood, maybe even harder, yet so hot. With realistic ballsack as well? Hilda could almost swear there was a heartbeat to this thing. “It’s so warm and hard~. Nice find, girl! Come on, put it in already.”

No attempt to insert was made. Instead the long hard dildo just ran up and down her sodden lips. Up and down. Up and down. Each motion making her entrance ache with need.

“Marianne, I’m getting frustrated here! If you don’t-”

“Hey there, Hilda”

The towel was off her head in an instant.

“Y-YOU?!”

A boy. A male. Even if it was Kazuma, a man had approached her intimately while they were both naked in a steamy room with only a masturbating Marianne as a witness. He was looming over her spread legs with smile on his face and…

And an erection.

“WHAT?! YOU’RE-?!”

“I just wanted to say sorry,” said Kazuma with a fake pout, still running his dick over her pussy, “You see, I’ve been dicking your sex partner for ages now. Must have been tricky to not have her to fully rely on to relieve all your stress,” his pout returned to the same grin he had in the bath, “Maybe I can help with that?”

Hilda hadn’t looked up from his crotch.

“Hard cock. Hard COCK?! Oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, actual hard cock is up against my pussyyy!”

Her body shook in a micro-orgasm just from the sheer incredibleness of the scenario. Her whole body convulsing in sweaty glory as her anticipation only rose.

“You want it?” he asked, running a finger along her slit.

“I want it!”

Kazuma gripped his base to aim himself. He wasn’t taking his time, but every second he wasn’t inside her felt like an eternity.

“What do you say?” he asked leadingly, cockhead resting against her winking pussy.

“Please! PLEASE KAZUMA!! PPLEEAAASSSEEE!!!!” she exclaimed before finally the dick spread her open. “YYYYEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!”

Kazuma’s hips didn’t push very far into Hilda before another flood of juice sprayed against him. Though she was wetter than a waterfall, the tightness of Hilda’s velvet walls was incredible. They squeezed at Kazuma like a vice, squirming during her second orgasm in as many minutes. He worked slowly, rolling his motions up and down with purpose as she groaned on the steam room bench. Hilda’s hands were roaming his body so inquisitively. Squeezing his muscles, flicking his nipples, she’d never have called him manly before but up close (and as the only male that would do this) he was an absolute dreamboat.

His dick settled into a rhythm. Not penetrating too far to hurt Hilda, but just enough to rock her world over and over again. She felt like she was melting into the wood. His masculine body leaning further and further into her as his dick buried deeper and deeper inside. Perhaps the greatest feeling she’d ever felt was racking her body right now. It wasn’t just that he was stretching out her cunt, Hilda was feeling… seen.

“Damn… your titties are so hot…” mumbled Kazuma, using the hand he wasn’t leaning on to squeeze and jiggle her breast.

“Y-you like my fat tits?!” Hilda gasped incredulously. “What kind of man are you?!”

Marianne had left her seat to get closer to the slow rutting duo, running her hand against Kazuma’s back, “Kazuma’s tastes are as vast and lewd as a woman’s. He likes big boobs and butts, but also likes flat girls too. He’s ranked all the girls in school from ‘cute’ to ‘sexy’, and given them number ratings too.”

“Don’t make it sound so scummy, Blueberry.”

Marianne looked confused and a little hurt, “I-I was complementing you though…”

It was this point that Hilda had actually started putting two and two together.

“Marianne! He’s given you a nickname?! You’ve been fucking a man and you didn’t tell me?!” she lightly scolded, “How long h-has this been going on?!”

“...remember when you were told to go get Catherine’s panties and made me do it instead?”

“That long?! And it could have been ME?!” She growled in frustration, “You better make this up to me, somehow. I expect-”

Hilda noticed that Kazuma’s hips had stopped moving. She looked up at his displeased eyes with panic from the lack of sensation in her pussy.

“Forgive her.”

“Totally forgiven!” Hilda quickly replied, “I’d have done it too! Marianne’s j-just a victim of circumstance!” She babbled, unable to stop her hips from trying to thrust back on the unmoving pole inside of her, “Soo… w-we good?”

Marianne looked down upon her jiggly hoity-toity friend with a mix of worry and pity, “Don’t tease her for too long, Kazuma. She’s my friend.”

“Okay~” he chuckled, once more thrusting into Hilda’s juicy embrace, earning a loud ‘oooohhh’ from the pink haired girl. “I can’t say no to my Blueberry, ya know?”

Hilda was too lost in the haze of pleasure and steam to respond. Kazuma’s dick was reaching areas of her insides hither to unexplored, and it was making her whole body boil. His thrusting was increasing in tempo and his girthy cockhead was finding new paths inside her pussy to stretch out.

Another orgasm slammed into her body when his face buried into her neck, nibbling at her skin like an animal. “AHHH!” She screamed, wrapping as many sweaty limbs as she could around him as her juices once more sprayed out.

SLAM!

“Oh jeez, careful.” Kazuma advised, rubbing Hilda’s head where she’d hit it on the bench due to a particularly violent pussy quake. “You okay, Strawberry? Want me to kiss it better?”

A cute nickname.

An offer to be kissed.

Hilda–the sweaty mess of nerves and emotions–had never felt more beautiful than right now. She nodded intensely, experiencing yet another mini orgasm as Kazuma’s manly tastes entered her mouth. Men’s tongues were so much thicker than women’s. And so much more direct. It slithered out his mouth on a mission, stroking around her lips before penetrating past her teeth proper. She treated it with intense levels of care to her abode. Stroking and wrapping it up with her own tongue and cleaning it of all his sweat and saliva.

Kazuma just kept plowing through the kiss. His body becoming hard to keep hold of as they both boiled the already heated air. But Hilda still wanted more, refusing to let go of him and clawing nails into his back to stay attached.

“Ow! Careful!” he winced into her mouth.

“Make sure to not overclench, just breathe and feel him inside you,” Marianne advised, “Kazuma loves to make girls feel good. Feel how hard he gets when you s-say the right things…” She mumbled, reaching over to softly whisper something in Kazuma’s ear. Hilda couldn’t hear her, but she could certainly feel the effects twitching inside her.

“Damn, Blueberry. You really do know what gets me going.”

Hilda made a mental note to find out what she whispered later. There would certainly be many many girl talk sessions after this.

She also took the advice, making sure to just let the pleasure wash over her with each amazing thrust into her pussy. Kazuma had started bullying her deepest parts now. Each thrust slamming against her baby making zone with such incredible intensity.

The heat was overwhelming. It was honestly getting hard to breathe in there. Kazuma’s body leaking so much of his fluids onto and into Hilda.

Sweat stinging her eyes, Marianne stroking herself silly next to them, it was just like she’d always dreamed.

Eventually it became too much for both of them. Dehydration started to kick in, Kazuma thrusts became a fever pitch of motion as he aimed to wrap it up quicker and escape the room. Extracting his dick from her pussy to start stroking it directly at her body, Marianne quickly launching herself at him to help stroke his cock at Hilda.

“Nn! G-gonna need another bath after this o-ONE!”

Hilda’s latest orgasm was just through watching Kazuma’s cock shoot out its vast amount of seed.

Facials and bukkakes were often seen as far too high a dream to achieve. Pussy fucking at least had a purpose for male involvement. Anything that just made you messy would be seen as wasting a precious resource.

Which is what made Kazuma’s dickhole opening up to shoot rope after rope of jism at Hilda’s body so hot.

He was painting her like a canvas. So much of his sticky sauce smeared against her body. Each blast another confirmation of her own sexuality, that a man could find her attractive enough to cum. Marking her as his property.

It was more than enough for her to cum harder than she’d ever cum before, passing out from the blissful heat.

---

“…AH!” Hilda shot forwards, nearly knocking the glass of water that had been pressed against her lips out of Marianne’s hand. She looked around, finding herself in the room she shared with Marianne. A hazy grogginess clouded her memories of where she’d been that left her asking, “Was it all a dream…?”

“I wish. You’re a thick girl to carry around.” Hilda’s head spun around to the floor next to her, to see Kazuma lying there on his back. Sipping on an orange umbrella’d drink through a straw, dick still skyward. “Sweaty too.”

“You weren’t complaining when you had to give her a sponge bath…” Marianne pointed out, who was sitting naked next to him.

“True,” said Kazuma. Finishing the last of his drink,

Hilda was stunned at the sight of his erection. She swore she’d tasted the sweet sap from his sordid sack. “H-how long was I out for?”

“Like twenty minutes.”

“Only twenty?! But your penis is hard again already!”

Marianne was quick to grab Hilda’s shoulder and bring her back to Earth, “Hilda, please drink first. Passing out like that is serious. You’ll be able to have sex with Kazuma all night if you pace-”

“I WILL?!” She gasped, yanking the drink out of Marianne’s hand and chugging it all in one smooth motion. As she wiped her grinning mouth, she stared down at Kazuma, “Mm. Will you cover me in your semen again? I missed it last time.”

“Hehe, always fun to give you gals new fetishes~” Kazuma chuckled, pointing to his crotch lazily, “I’ll paint you come over here and give me a titty fuck.”

Hilda didn’t make it to Kazuma. Instead she seemed to fall gracefully onto her bed roll, hand on forehead. Eyes lowered seductively, “Crap, this defenceless pretty girl seems to be so dehydrated after passing out… maybe you could come over here and mount me instead?” Hilda suggested, bouncing her breasts invitingly towards Kazuma.

“She’s being lazy about this too…?” Marianne thought to herself.

Kazuma pondered for a second before shrugging, “Fine. I can go over there.” He said, shifting to his knees and shuffling towards her. Though what neither girl expected was for him to grab Marianne’s arm and start moving her gently until she was similarly crouching over Hilda. “Course, we’ll also have to have you drink Marianne’s juices to quench that thirst of yours.”

Hilda gave a slightly annoyed look to be having to do work despite her ploy to lay back and enjoy herself. But it did intrigue her that Kazuma seemed smarter than he looked, and it wasn’t like she hadn’t licked Marianne a thousand times. What’s one more while having your tits fucked?

“I suppose I do need a good quenching~”

The rest of the night was a blur of limbs and shared pleasure. With every hour the three getting bolder with their passion towards each other. Twas a symphony of positions and fun. Hilda on her hands and knees as Kazuma took her from behind while she buried her face between Marianne's thighs; Marianne straddling Kazuma's face as Hilda rode him, their breasts pressed together as they kissed; and finally, with Hilda in a full nelson standing fuck while Marianne licked Kazuma's nuts from below. It was explosive and messy, enough to make them sweat nearly as much as the steam room.

They were found in the morning, still undressed, but all lounging sleepily in the hot springs once more. They'd only managed a few final rounds of heated wave making before the mood had become too tired to continue. The rest of the Golden Deer walked out to find Marianne nuzzled into Hilda while Kazuma was leaning on his hand while trying not to snore.

"Are you three still in the bath?!" asked Lorenz, "Your skin must be pruned beyond reason! How awful."

Hilda stretched enough to make sure Marianne still snoozed on her breast, "We were out for a little while... but who can pass up a lovely morning bath?"

"Hm, that does sound tempting. Maybe I could use one more dip too..." said Ignatz, making a move to remove his bath robe before a hand hit his shoulder, "Huh? Claude?"

His leader gave a grim frown, "Trust me here, Ignatz. Wait till the staff clean the water."