Joining Vatarie and her friends in the baths

You walk to the end of the corridor and scan for Vatarie. You saw her immediately lounging on the nearest raised platform with her friends gathered around. You also notice the baths were significantly more populated than last night. Every platform had at least one occupant and the pool in the centre was in liberal usage by a half dozen others. You let out something of a sigh of relief when you saw that one of the platforms was occupied by other guys. It was only four but you weren't alone in your gender for once.

Vatarie's eyes were locked onto you and as you approached you felt her friends eyes lock on as well. For a short moment something occurred to you. Both Edin and Vatarie had called you handsome, you'd dismissed Edin's compliment mostly becasue he was Edin he would have called your handsome no matter what you looked like it was who he was. But Vatarie had repeated called you that. Were you actually handsome? You'd never really thought about your physical appearance beyond a factual understanding of what you looked like.

You neared Vatarie and the eyes of her friends remained locked on you. "Christopher you may massage me." Vatarie said rolling over to lay on her stomach, her towel discarded letting you see her olive self in all her naked glory. You felt a response from your lower half. Vatarie's friends as a group swallowed and you felt their eyes focus on the more active part of you.

You took a step closer when you remembered the problem from the last massage. "Is there any oil?" You ask trying to see if you can see any close by.

One of Vatarie's friends sat up and inserted a stone into a tiny inset by the wall. A small section of the wall slide open and several glass bottles were revealed. She moved slightly away but didn't touch any of them. You got the message and stepped up onto the platform. You'd wrapped your towel around your waist to make sure it wouldn't fall off at such an action and you didn't even need to see their collective auras to know they were disappointed.

You weren't sure how to feel about this. You wanted to spend time with Vatarie not to be put on show for and ogled by her friends. But the idea that you might actually be handsome was eating away at your **** pretty quickly. Walking over to the glass bottles the friend who had opened the panel had leaned down to pretty obviously try and look up your towel.

Everyone was aware of that and you felt like this was going to be setting the mood for this. If you showed off you would probably be expected to keep doing so which might make Vatarie unhappy, she said she didn't want to share you. If you didn't show off her friends might be less passive in their attempts to check you out, or they might defer to whatever Vatarie allowed them to see.

You knelt down as you neared, ostensibly to get a better look at the bottle, actually to ensure you couldn't flash the woman. As you passed you she reached a hand out and you felt her hand graze your towel. You activated your magic and shifted out of her reach in a fraction of a second. She didn't expect you do that so she didn't activate her own to catch you, though you did see a moment of confusion on her face as your towel was not where it was supposed to be.

kneeling by the oil you reach down and open one to take a smell. It smelled of flowers which wouldn't fit Vataire at all. You opened another and got a hint of salt. That one was quickly put away and the next picked up. You found a few possibles but knew you were taking a bit too long.

Just as you were about to go with one that smelled of wood, which you quite liked, you found the right one. You took it out of the small panel and turned with it in hand. Vatarie's eyes had been glued to you, all of your checking had meant bending over and showing off you ass to the group. Apparently it was a riveting sight.

As you got close to Vatarie she smiled at you then quickly turned her head away to rest her cheek against the stone. Looking down at her, your respective positions didn't make massaging her easy. Kneeling would require you to bend over and shift a lot to massage her effectively. You grinned as you saw her hips raise a fraction.

Shuffling around you lifted your leg and set it down on the other side of her hip careful to keep yourself supported to not rest on her and to keep your towel covering both of your hips. You looked down at Vatarie's toned back, straddling her hips. Unstopping the oil bottle you let a small drop out to land on her spine just below her shoulders. The faint smell of burning with a metallic tinge. It smelt just like she did.

The smell drifted to her nose and she sighed happily. "Good boy." She breathed out. You put a bit on the oil on your hands and set the bottle out of the way but within reach.

Rather than start with the massage you put a finger on her spine just below her hairline and ran is slowly down. When you reached the small splash of oil you had left on her back you applied the rest of your fingers, spreading your hand out rubbing the oil into her skin. She let out a moan as you did.

Your hand moved to her shoulder and you started to kneed the muscle. With just one hand she was happily mumbling her appreciation but her other shoulder looked lonely. But you had other ideas for that hand and with the oil on it did something similar as you had before. Though instead of starting below her hairline you placed your finger on her tail bone.

The moment you made contact you felt her aura spread out and tingle up your body. It had been pooling around her in relaxation until now. As you tracked your finger up her spine her aura climbed you. As your finger passed her lower back Vatarie stayed contentedly still. You reached her ribs and spread out this hand as you had with your other. When it reached her shoulder you started massaging the few knots you found. After last night there were very few in her outer muscles but with the oil you could apply more pressure comfortably so could feel the knots deeper down.

As you felt those deeper knots you remembered the religious ritual from this morning. As you worked her muscles and felt her aura wrapping around you you pulled a tiny bit of it into your fingers. As you felt it passing into you, you threaded some magic through your fingers. As her absorbed aura and your magic melded you felt a new wave of understanding. When you looked at her back you could actually see the knots. Small tight bundles in her aura.

You saw one in her shoulder you had missed and reached up to work it out. When it was gone you moved to her neck, seeing small knots along her spine. With a little more oil your worked them out quickly and moved down.

With your new sight and focus you tuned out the rest of the room. Vatarie was your sole concern and with the connection you had just made you knew exactly what to do. You worked her muscles and left behind a sheen of oil that made her olive skin sparkle. Her breathing was steady but you knew she was awake. You could feel her consciousness holding on, enjoying your touch far to much to surrender to sleep.

When you finished with the muscles on her upper back you poured more oil onto her lower back. As you spread the oil before beginning the massage Vatarie raised her hips.

With your position you hadn't been resting on her body. You had been kneeling over her, deliberately avoiding contact so she could focus on your hands rather than any of your other parts. But with her hips you could feel her aura calling to you, wanting you to settle on her, to feel you against her, to get the physical proof that you enjoyed touching her as much as she enjoyed being touched.

With a shift of your hips you lowered yourself. As she felt your weight she lowered her hips and let out a happy groan. With another shift your cock came to rest between her cheeks and she let out an almost guttural moan. Rather than acknowledge what had just happened you went back to the massage. Rather than focusing on just her knots this time you focused on her pleasure.

You could feel as her aura shivered slightly when you pressed against certain muscles, when you stroked her skin a certain way, when you shifted your hips for a better angle and pressed your cock a little more against her.

The two of you were completely enraptured with each other so you didn't notice her friends around you. As Vatarie's aura spread out from the pleasure it met her friends. That connection was enough for your aura pulling to affect theirs, the trust or affection they felt for Vatarie replacing any need for them to have it in you. You weren't aware of the new auras you were connected to focused as you were on Vatarie, but each time you sent a shiver of pleasure into her it reverberated all the way to them.

As you neared the last of her knot you were almost out of skin that wasn't covered by towel. You could feel Vatarie's desire for you to keep going, to feel your hands on her ass to kneed her muscles, reward her for all the work she had put into her body just as you had last night. Your hand grabbed your towel and was about to pull when you felt the desire to see you do so.

Vatarie was on her stomach she couldn't see you but that desire was clear. You looked away from her for the first time and saw the auras. So far every aura you had ever seen was distinct, even if they had been the same colour they were separate. That isn't what you saw here. Vatarie's aura had intermingled with everyone of her friends, you could see hints of her aura reaching almost all the way to their skins as their auras were nearing hers. None of their auras reached for you as Vatarie's aura swirled around almost protectively.

Each and everyone one of her friends looked entranced. Their towels had been forgotten and they had moved to make a ring around the two of you. Five naked women faces unwavering from the scene before them, and all of them with hands between their legs.

The sight distracted you and you stopped the aura pull. As Vatarie's aura returned to her the magic in your fingers that wasn't confined in threads went with it.

She took in a deep breath as your magic merged with hers. As with the ritual this morning it restored her, the few remaining knot you knew of but could no longer see relaxed, any tiny pain or discomfort from the position she had been lying in was gone.

But your magic was stopping, it traveled with her aura into her friends. It was weaker when it reached them, Vatarie had absorbed most of it but what little reached them restored them as well. You weren't sure of any way to describe it other than a collective orgasm. All six women reaching a crescendo caused by the touch of your magic.

Your brain worked through what you saw. Your hunger to learn coming to life as possibilities grew. You had been right about the ritual, it was using faith as way to open up peoples auras to be absorbed but faith wasn't all that was needed, and apparently it didn't need to be in you. You didn't know Vatarie's friend they had still connected to you through her.

"Christopher." Vatarie moaned and shifted beneath you. You lifted your hips so she could move. She rolled over letting you see her chest in all it's glory. "More." She pushed her chest out and your hand quickly found it's place kneading her chest to her moans.

You tried to repeat what you had done last time, pulling some of her aura into your fingers and mingling it with magic. It would without delay. Vatarie had either absolute trust in you, or being was turned on enough for it to not matter. Because of your restoration she had no knots you to work out. Without something clear to focus on your watched her aura. You had gotten hints of it towards the end, seeing how parts of her aura would react with others did as you massaged her. But now you got a much better view.

Her aura moved faster around parts of her and slower in others. The aura around her chest moved the fastest but in strands rather than a whole and you followed a thin trail of the fastest moving strand with a finger creating a small spiral around her nipple without touching it. Vatarie moaned and pushed her hips up as you did. You followed another fast moving strand and earned another moan. Learning as you went you mixed in some of the slower moving strands, rather than dramatic responses the slower strands caused a relaxing pleasure. The faster the strand the quicker and hard the pleasure came to Vatarie but that didn't mean they were your focus. You worker slower strands building Vatarie up until you went for a faster.

The constant building then reaching of a peak was making Vatarie unable to communicate. But you didn't need words, her aura was more communication than you knew what to do with. The longer you looked at her more you saw that even in the strands there were variations. Her breasts held the faster strands but her stomach held thick strands, ones the wound around her six pack and when you followed made her let out a long deep moan. Not burst of pleasure like the fast ones or the relaxing pleasure of the slow ones.

As you brought her to climax again and again you kept an eye on Vatarie her friend's aruas. Sure enough they began to intermingle. The five friend still watching as entranced as before but their own masturbation had been forgotten. You tired to see if you could see their auras as you were seeing Vatarie's but couldn't. What you saw instead was where they wanted you to touch Vatarie. Different auras creating strands around her body that when you touched had the one responsible moan as if it was them you were touching.

As you worked you saw more and more strands moving to Vatarie's towel covered groin. The desire to unveil her sex was growing inside you but the part of you that was enjoying the academic knowledge you were gaining knew if you were to do that there is only one result. The desire, the need to fuck was building in you, Vatarie and her friends. If you pulled away that thin covering the need would take over and you would be buried in Vatarie. More than the need and the desire to fuck you felt a want in you, a want to feel what they were feeling but a knowing you couldn't.

If your aura wasn't so malformed you could experience this but that isn't possible. You can't show your aura to Vatarie, a fear of rejection was cutting at your focus.

You felt her aura slipping from your fingers and let it go. You felt like you were ending this too soon but if it went on a even a little longer it was ending one way. Letting your magic flow out with her aura the six women felt one more burst of pleasure.

Looking down at Vatarie as she came down from her constantly maintained state of heighten pleasure you leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her lips. "Christopher." She mumbled out as her eyes flutter open to look at you. "Mine." She purred out and languidly wrapped her arms around your neck. She didn't pull you down to a kiss just holding you close. "Yours." She whispered into your ear to quiet for anyone else to hear.

You felt sleepy. It was a familiar tiredness, the same you'd feel every time you used too much magic. You could fight it off for a while but you needed to sleep.

"L-lady Vatarie." One of her friends mumbled. Vatarie didn't look away from you for a moment before she looked away. You felt her tense slightly and release you.

"You did well Christopher. You may go." She said it loud enough for the room to hear but you could see her aura begging you to refuse her instruction and stay with her and also begging you to comply. You didn't understand fully but assumed it had to to do with noble politics. You lean back a little and saw the eyes of every person here locked on the seven of you.

Sudden aware of all of the attention you shifted subtly making sure your erection would be held flat against you by your towel. You carefully stood making sure the towel stayed still. "Of course my Lady." You said with a slight bow and a warm smile.

Vatarie's aura still swirled with contradiction but she didn't stop you. As you stepped off the platform you could feel the oil all over you. You were still the focus of attention and wasn't comfortable enough to just jump in the pool so you hurried back to the room you had come from. You used the towel to soak up the oil and put it back on the peg outside hoping that was the right place to leave it. Inside the changing room your dressed quickly. You hadn't gotten all of the oil off you and could feel it on your clothes.

You stepped out of the changing room and considered if you just duck into the middle class baths to clean up.