Marissa and the other women lounging in the baths

Your wife lounges in the baths, getting a nice and thorough back rub from the brunette who even now puts more oil on her hands to massage Marissa's sides and front with it. The redhead sits on the side of the baths, nude as well, plucking away at a small, cheap harp. “Ah, my King. Would you like to join us in the baths?”

You take in their nude forms, the sight of pale and soft skin, shapely bosoms and dark nipples, taut bellies and well-shaped legs. And clean-shaved or neatly trimmed places in between them.

You nod. “I would like to. What a pleasant surprise.”

The blonde steps up to you and bows, offering you a nice view of her ass. “Would milord allow me to help him out of the armour?”

You just nod, and under skilled, nimble fingers the layers of cloth, leather and masterfully crafted steel fall off and are placed into a neat pile, the blonde offering you a wonderful view at her behind and the damp lips of her pussy.

Your cock growing into an erection between your legs, you step into the water.

“Ohh, girls. Just look at him.”Marissa coos, “Isn't he appetizing?” She reaches out and warps her fingers gently around your length, pulling you down for a kiss. The brunette flushes red and ever so slowly stops her ministrations, her eyes locked on your royal rod. “Hmmm.” You wife moans and separates from the kiss, caressing your balls. “Hard and heavy...” She looks up at you. “Do you like your surprise, milord?” You look down on her, and she smiles, placing a kiss on the tip of your cock. The redhead gasps.

“Take them. Claim them. Make them yours. Rut with them. Mark them.” Your wife whispers, an animalistic glint in her eyes. You turn around and see the blonde, biting her lip while covering rubbing over her mound, her nether lips red and a clear drop of lust about to drool down from them. You catch it with your fingers and smear it all over her pussy. She lets out a cute moan and writhes against your hand. “Milord...”

Placing her hands on your hips, she pulls towards you. “My name is Fiona.”she purrs, rubbing her hands over your six-pack and chest. You grab her with a grin and place her on the edge of the bath. She yelps.

“Enough with the formalities!” you growl. “Y-y-yes milord.” Fiona whimpers. The redhead gasps as you grab your thick, royal rod with one hand and the blondes' wide hips with the other, smearing your precum all over her vulva.

She risks a glance over her shoulder, as you place the throbbing head of your cock against her folds. You could feel the intense warmth of her, and she opens her mouth ever so slightly. Pushing inside with a hard thrust, she moans loudly and shakes. Did she just cum? “Yessss...”, you hear Marissa hiss.

Breathing hard, Fiona glances back at you. “My...oh...milord...” she stutters.

Certainly not a virgin anymore she grips you like a scalding hot, slippery vice. You pull back, almost out, and the blonde lets out a disapproving moan, turning into an aroused gasp as you slam inside her again, making her buttocks shake.

“Oh...yes...”

You just let out a grunt and begin to pound into her, placing one leg on the edge of the bath while she holds on for dear life. You can feel the muscles inside her flutter as she has her first orgasm.

Undeterred, you continue on, while she moans and shakes and wriggles and writhes. “Fuck a baby in the slut's belly!” Marissa hisses. The words seem to get Fiona off again, and her face starts to show the exhaustion as you pound away at her overly sensitive cunt. Mauling her breasts, she groans and sends prayers to all the gods, spurning you on even more.

It doesn't take long for you to feel your seed welling up inside. You pound deep inside and can feel her cervix brush against the tip of your cock before you fill the slut with think, long, hot spurts of your virile seed. She begins to shake again, and she moans loudly. You cum again and again as her cunt milks your rod. Pressing herself against you, she looks back at you, exhausted. Her legs shake so much that she surely will just drop into the water as you pull out.

And as you do, she almost topples over, her legs and arms to weak to keep her propped up. Breathing hard, you can see your cum leaking out of her.

You turn around and see your wife, watching you approvingly. The redhead has her hands between her legs, strumming and flicking away furiously, the harp long forgotten as it appears.