Main Ending: Peace at last

Lavorra’s sigh borders on a moan as she sinks into the warm, enveloping water of the bath. Drifting down to let the water cover her shoulders, her hair arranged into a messy bundle, she lets her body stretch out, feeling a tapestry of aches and pains ignite, and then simmer as the water does its work.

Her toes break the surface as she half-sits, half-floats, and she wiggles them with a lazy smile.

Vedermark may be a sleepy little town, but by the Matron it has a good bath house. Arriving a day or so ago - the exact details are fuzzy in her bath-balmed mind - they had begun the slow and steady work of healing their physical and emotional wounds back at the Chapel.

It was good, wholesome rest for the soul, and they found shelter there. But it didn’t take long for Zeya to discover the bath house, and from that point on nothing would do but a trip there together.

Zeya and Melira pad along behind her, chatting away like old friends. She cranes her neck back to watch as they pass her by - Melira stooping to tickle Lavorra’s messy bun - then slide themselves into the water, letting out their own noises of comfort.

Just comfort, definitely.

“If I was an idiot.” Zeya groans, crawling over to sit beside Lavorra, relaxing in the water, head on the Wood Elf’s shoulder, buoyant red breasts bobbing, “I’d insist that we pay you back for this, Mel.”

Melira takes her place opposite Lavorra, humming happily. Taller than her two companions, she lets her slender legs unfold, crossing her ankles, her grey feet resting on Lavorra’s lap. She leans back, arms on the side of the pool of water, generous chest unashamedly on display. “That would be an idiotic thing to say, Zeya darling. But affectation aside,” She pauses, looking them both in the eyes affectionately, “it’s the least I could do. I owe you both so much.”

Lavorra takes Melira’s feet in her hands, kneading and massaging them under the water, a contented smile on her face.

“Hmm.” Is all she can think to say, her eyes closing as she relaxed in the company of her friends.

“Of course.” Zeya murmurs, with a mischievous glance to Melira. “I think both of us owe even more to Lavvy.”

Lavorra wrinkles her nose as she feels Zeya’s breath tickle her neck, then shudders as it’s followed by her friends tongue.

“Zey… what’re you… ohhh…” she finishes with a soft moan, as the Tiefling girl’s mouth moves lower, tongue circling her nipple, her breasts pink and oh so sensitive in the hot water. “You really don’t haaaa - have to…”

She feels Melira’s feet leave her hands, and hears the sorceress moving through the water, “You’re quite right my dear. We don’t have to. But relax Lavvy darling, you’ve earned this.”

Melira’s wet body presses against hers, one arm around her neck, drawing her into a tender, loving kiss. Her mouth opens obediently to Melira’s, the Dark Elf’s tongue tracing patterns over her own. She hums happily as Melira’s other hand slips into the water and between her legs, fingers softly scooping inside her, teasing the hood of her clit.

Zeya’s hand joins Melira’s, pushing lower and deeper, parting Lavorra’s lips gently. Her mouth continues its work, tongue roving around her nipples, tiny Tiefling fangs leaving the gentlest nibbles on the surface of Lavorra’s breasts.

She doesn’t try to deny anything, she doesn’t try to be modest. She doesn’t do anything at all, but run her fingers through Zeya’s curls and caress her horns; return Melira’s kiss with gentle longing.

This is, really, for all of them. They have told each other everything, held each other and supported one another. Melira has - in moments of uncharacteristic humility - apologised again and again for getting into such trouble, and for the actions of her corrupted former friend, Sir Henry (Zeya had affectionately called her an absolute troll-brained bint, for taking responsibility for that).

It is a release and a balm for them all, soothing their aching, abused bodies; cleansing their weary spirits, and taking pleasure and comfort in each other.

But mostly, it is for her.

Her thighs tremble, one grey and one red set of slender fingers teasing, stroking, working inside her tender, needy opening. Melira’s tongue roves inside her mouth, then withdraws, as her friend nibbles tenderly at her neck. Zeya joins Melira on the other side, kissing and licking at Lavorra’s pale flesh, as they work her with their fingers together.

Mostly, this is for her, Lavorra admits, as she moans softly, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure and love and tenderness.

And she’s going to let herself enjoy it

- The End -