Just do what Vatarie wants, at least you get to see the best baths

You step into the door Vatarie indicated. You are a little surprised by how small it is. There was a small table on the left with a seat and mirror, a cabinet of the right with a slot for you key stone, and a towel hanging on a peg by a door on the other side of the room. There was no robe or any other sort of bath like clothes so seemed like naked was the way to go.

If this did lead to a public or at least common bath you would have thought there would be somewhere for you to wash yourself before hand. You take off your old clothes and opening the cabinet see two draw. You have a feeling how this works and relax your eyes to see magic. The lower draw has multiple magical patterns filling it while the top one only had a single line. You hoped this wasn't exclusive to the higher noble baths because having it warm your new clothes and clean your old ones was luxuriously wonderful.

Putting away your two sets of clothes you take the towel and wrap it around your waist. With your hand on the door to what you assume would be the bathes you rethink what you are doing. You don't know for sure but you have an extremely good idea of what Vatarie's wants of you and by extension Edin.

You turn the handle and pull the door inwards to open it. Outside is a corridor and before stepping into it you rationalise wanting to. If Vatarie ever goes to far with either of you, Anastasia would probably not be happy at the idea Vatarie encroaching on her territory. Thinking of yourself as territory was a little strange but the flipped gender dynamic should work for you in this case. After all the woman in your life had usually directly subsumed or just ignored your agency. Seems likely they would hold each other responsible rather than blame you.

The corridor runs down along all of the other changing rooms doors and being near the end you have a short walk to reach the bathes. They were not what you were expecting.

Coming out of the corridor you walk into a roman bath. A pool cut into the centre of the room with open air above it. Rather than a rectangular room there were several insets into the wall for little alcoves that stood out as slightly raised stone platforms. At the back of each alcove was a statue of a women, all in different poses with some holding amphora that produced varying amounts of water that would run off the raised platform and trickle into the main bath. You could tell from the steam that either the water or the stone platforms themselves were heated. Taking a step closer you could see the bottom of the pool had a mosaic depicting women in various states of undress and several men in the process of serving them, in more graphic ways than you would have thought. In fact the only depictions of men present were with women and clearly subservient. You shouldn't be surprised the gender dynamic extended to art but just how graphically and comfortable it did was unexpected.

Finished survaying the room you looked at its occupants and saw eight others. Every but you was a women, half were in the pool lazing at its edge as they talked the others laying on the alcove closest.

You couldn't see Vatarie and weren't sure what to do. With only women here you thought that maybe you'd walked in the wrong direction and is a separate male bath.

Your presence was noticed shortly after arriving and you felt the group on the alcove turn their eyes to you. You held a baited breathe to see if they would scream at your presence. They didn't and aside from a noting of your presence had no other reaction to you. It was actually a nice to not be the subject of a bunch of horny looks. It also reminded you that in your last life you were the one giving those looks. Maybe that is why you are in this world, to show you exactly how much of a dick you were without really noticing in the last one.

"Christopher." Vatarie's voice pulled you out of your wondering and your eyes to her.

You did a double take. You'd been assuming that nakedness was standard but it hadn't really clicked that that meant everyone else would be naked.

She had her towel over her shoulder and swayed her hips as she walked toward you. She looked about as close to some of the more impressive marble carvings as she could. Muscles sharply toned all over her body, her chest firmly defying the gravity that probably didn't think itself worthy to even slightly mar her perfected body. Their wasn't even a suggestion of hair anywhere but on her head and you couldn't stop your eyes from lowering and seeing powerful legs and the space between them.

You swallowed and when you pulled your eyes up an aggressive grin awaited you. She took her towel from her should and held it out. You hurried over and took it from her. "Good boy, now start working on those compliments." She turned from you and strode around the pool. Rather than getting in she walked to one of the alcoves with water running from it and sat on the platform.

A quick glace at the alcove as you approached and you saw hooks. You confirmed your guess that they were for towels with a quick glance at the other occupied alcove. You also noticed the interest from the other women present had increased.

You hung up the towel and looked at Vatarie. It was difficult do anything else than just taking in her form. She was lounging on her side with her legs pointed away from you. Her head was resting on her left hand and her back was a little arched pushing her chest out even further than it had been. Somewhat confusingly even at this angle her chest didn't succumb to gravity. It was hard to think of it as anything but gravity showing its subservance until you checked the magic and saw she had wrapped her tits in magic, which was more impressive since she didn't appear to be needed to exert any focus on it.

Your eyes drifted down her body. Her right leg was bent at the knee and her left leg was danging over the edge of the platform. It meant with only a few steps you would have an unobstructed view of–

"I thought I was clear." Vatarie's voice freezes you in place. "One second of staring one compliment." She is glaring at you.

You open your mouth offer one but she cuts you off.

"No you've already failed that order so." She leans upwards and crosses her leg in front of her stopping you from getting a view. "Close your eyes." You keep your eyes open not trusting her all that much. She responses to your refusal by raising a hand, fingers pointing up. "Now." Her hand is engulfed in fire. The fire moved up her hand to begin burning above her fingers.

It's a very dramatic display and clearly intended as a demonstration rather than a threat. Using magic to make a visible flame was just a waste of magic, lots of effect to produce light when it could be better spent on heat.

You close your eyes not wanting to antagonize Vatarie into making an actual threat. "When I give you an order you follow it." You felt a very slight heat so she must have brought her hand closer. "Massage me."

You don't move a little unsure of what to do. "I–"

"Do as you are told."

With eyes still close you recall her position. Using your magic to feel around you climb on to the platform and move behind where you thought she was.

"At least you learn quickly. Maybe there is still hope for you." You follow her voice and reach out carefully until you feel incredibly smooth skin on your fingertips. "Hurry up."

You move your hands forward and rest your palms against her. You don't have an oil or anything to use as a lubricant so you'll have to use light touches to not stress her skin. Vatarie murmurs in what you assume is a positive fashion and you spread your hand.

They should be near her shoulder and with a little exploring your get a feel for her body. Your hands delicatly rest on her shoulders for a moment before pressing softly down to feel her muscles. Her trapezius don't yield at all so you move your thumb along it making small circular movements. When you find a tiny part of the muscle that is harder than the rest you push a little hard, running your thumb with the grain until the hard spot melts.

"Mmmm. You have good hands." Vatarie moans as you rid her of the knot. You smile at the compliment but don't slow your working. Once each muscle in her shoulder has been worked and all the knots you can find are gone you slow. "Did I order you to stop?" You get back to it moving down her back.

She had been working out just before she ambushed you because you can feel more knots. She probably hadn't stretched properly. You think better than to vocalise that.

You find a particular stubborn knot by her spine in her latissimus dorsi that helps to keep your mouth shut. It occurred to you that you don't actually know this worlds names for these muscles. You barely even remember them from your world. You'd never been given any books about anatomy and there was no superficial evidence you were physiologically so hadn't had much interest in learning. Maybe the academy will have some anatomy classes.

"What did you do wrong?" Vatarie's question was preceded by a pleasurable sigh as you work the knot out. The absence of a lubricant was not just felt you it seemed. Unable to apply enough pressure to feel anything beyond her surface muscles you're very limited in what you can do. "Answer me."

"Without o–"

"No." Vatarie cuts you off and you get what she meant.

"I stared at you without complimenting your body."

"And?"

"I didn't close my eyes when you told me too." This felt more childish than anything but you were enjoying the feel of her body and the sounds of pleasure at you hands so saw no reason to not play along.

"What else?"

You didn't have an answer for that one. Unless she was referring the lack of luberciant and was blaming you for it's absence.

"I never said you could get hard." You feel her shift and the towel around your waist is flung off. You had been so focused on the feel of her skin you hadn't even noticed that you had been rock hard. You wondered when you first got hard when a firm hand wrapped around you. You stopped moving your hands concerned about what was happening. "Did I say stop?" As she said it you felt her hand warm up and instantly regretted not leaving when you had the chance.

You return you hands to their work keeping your eyes squeezed shut hoping she was domineering and not sadistic. You were pretty far from being able to stand up to someone like her. Not just because of your differing ranks but because she was probably strong than you.

As you found and worked out another knot Vatarie's hand started to stroke you. She was surprisingly delicate as her hand teased your length. Before long her stroking ceased and she started to run fingers over you at different speeds. It wasn't enough to got you closer to cumming but it was enough to keep you hard.

"I'm glad all of your body is worth my attention." She sighed it out and pushed her back against you hands. She probably want you to apply more pressure but without oil your couldn't do that without it being uncomfortable to her. You instead moved to her lower back getting a slightly surprised breathe from her.

It was the first moment she had displayed anything other than control and she covered it by stroking you harder. Moving her hand back and forth, each time she reached your crown she would loosen her grip and tease it. The sudden improvement to her technique only encouraged you to do the same.

While you didn't have lube she had been sweating lightly in the steam coming off the platform and her lower back had been getting the benefit. You pushed your thumbs in on either side of her spine just above her hips and stroked them down and out.

She moaned a little louder than she had been at that. So you focused on that area, able to push harder you could feel the tiny knots in her intermediate muscles. Being smaller they were much easier to workout.

Vatarie's stroking hand hadn't slowed down and as you worked on the deeper muscles it speed up. Like her lower back the steam was for you, it was giving her enough lubricant to move the twisting from your crown to your length. The fact she was actually pretty good at this baffling to you. Though with how much confident she had when approaching you and Edin in public maybe this wasn't her first experience.

"You can cum now." She said it quietly but you weren't close to cumming yet so you didn't slow your working on her muscles. "Cum now." She mumbled as her hand sped up again. You felt it warm up slightly but far from being unpleasant it felt very good. "Cum."

You thought her insisting was a little odd. If she had done this before she should know you weren't that close. Combined with her softer voice you wondered if it was because she felt a little out of control. You decided to test this theory and on the last downward thumb movement you wrapped your hands a little around her waist. Still following the muscles you had an excuse if she protested your actions. As your pinky fingers moved around her enough to feel the tops of her thighs she gave no rejection of your actions. You returned your hands to her back and repeated the actions moving a little further this time.

She kept up her stroking but didn't say anything else, her voice replaced with soft moans and gasps as your fingers found new muscles to push and work. As your hands neared reaching her lower stomach you shifted. Rather than moving your hands downwards from her lower back your started to move the up.

You repeated the slow build up to her front and when you reached the point of fingertips brushing her abs she shifted to lean back giving your hands more access. You took the offer access and ran your fingers over her well defined abs. Each finger running along the gaps between them until meeting in the middle and pressing down as you pull them back over each muscles.

Vatarie moan happily against you and the hand stroking you slowed. You quickly stopped taking your hands all the way to her back and just focused on feeling her front. There weren't many knots in the muscles you had access to so it was pretty clear the massage was no longer about them.

"Do you like my body?" She asked through heavy breathes.

"It's amazing." You earnstly reply. "Everywhere is firm muscle." Your compliments returns her attention to your cock and the stroking resumes. "Every sculpted aspect of your body is incredible." You match your words with you hands, each hard consonant met with a pressing of your fingers into her muscles. "It's like your body was cut from marble by a goddess who wanted to make a perfect woman."

She let out a stuttered breath. "Yes."

"You've worked so hard to have this body and I would have to be insane to not love how it feels." You felt her lean back and feel her head rest against you shoulder. You don't think there could be a more clear advertisment and move your hands to run fingers along her lower ribs.

She pulls in a sharp breath. "More."

You move your fingers up a rib and remember how she had referred to your body. "It's like I had been working on my body just to be worthy of your." The hand not on your cock reached up and ran through your hair.

She moaned a little and you moved your fingers up another rib. Because she was holding her breast up with magic your fingers were only grazing their underside but it was making Vatarie shift against you.

"The only reason a goddess would visit this world would be to worship your body."

The fingers in your hair took a firm grip and pulled lightly.

You couldn't resist anymore and finally opened your eyes to look at Vatarie's body. But instead of seeing her carefully sculpted body, or her incredible chest the first thing that caught your attention was her eyes. There were staring into your own and you felt the hand on cock stop moving as you looked at each other. Look at her eyes the thing that popped into you head was home. "Your eyes look like the bark on the most beautiful tree."

As you said it your fingers moved up to cup Vatarie's breasts. You index finger gliding over their silky surface until your finger tips grazed her nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips and you felt the hand entwined with your hair pull lightly, as if unsure. You moved with it and your lips met with hers.

After a moment to taste each other your lips parted and you hungry started to make out. Your fingers roamed her chest and stomach. As you made out she leaned further into you. Her hand abandoned your cock and came up to cup your cheek. You separated and looked into each other eyes again.

"You smell like home." She let out the words like she was in a haze. "I miss home." She pulled you back down to her lips and you resumed your making out.

It felt different this time. Before now there was a hunger to her lips, her tongue dancing with your own. Now it was much calmer letting you have the control of the kiss as she just tasted you. When you separated she looked dreamily at you. "Taste like home too."

She didn't pull you back but moved her down into your neck and breathed deeply through her nose. You hands were still enjoying her tits and stomach and with her new position your left hand took the chance to run up between her breast and run small gentle circles around her sternum.

Neither of you had cum but you could feel the moment between you passing and knew more would be welcome but did feel right. You brought your right hand from her stomach to comb through her hair. It was very soft. She sighed against you and you stayed like that feeling your heart-beats come into sync with each other.

You would never have thought that would be a possible outcome from any interaction with Vatarie. Yet it still felt like a natural result.

"Is he for anyone." The voice is not Vatarie's and came from the pool. The moment between you and Vatarie instantly ended and she jumped up from you stalking towards the voice. You stood up, partly because the moment had been broken and you felt weird about staying sitting there, partly to grab Vatarie in case something happened.

The woman who was being advance looked terrified. She mustn't have realised their was a moment. Not surprising given that she was probably eighteen.

Vatarie's right arm became engulfed in fire as she stood over the terrified woman. "Any of you say anything about this and your next bath will be boiling!" To make her point she knelt down and shoved her arm into the water making it bubble but not boil. The terrified women wasn't in a position to tell the difference as she jumped out of the water.

You were shocked by the action. If nothing else you were probably the only person here who didn't belong so Vatarie just threatened a bunch of women of roughly equal social standing. You hoped that if there were consequences they weren't too bad. Odd that you thought that since you just watched Vatarie threaten to kill everyone here, whether she was serious or not.

She turned to look at you and her eyes looked at you still erect lower half. You looked down and your eyes darted to the towel she had thrown away.

She looked away with a small grin then turned back to the pool. "You've done an adequate job." She jumped into the pool and swam away from you. The phrasing of that was probably so she could build up some emotional wall between you, but eighteen years of hearing that just told you one thing. Next time you had to try a different approach to be better.

You looked around and saw of the eyes that were on you all were focused on one part of you. You grabbed your towel before considering if you did want to leave. You had come here to bath after all. Vatarie was still swimming so you could get into the pool without getting in her way. Or your could get back on to the alcove and use the water coming from the statue.