The Great Baths

The room they brought me to was absolutely massive. It was the size of the great hall in my Old Man's keep. The walls were hewn stone and dominated by a trio of stylized lion faces, complete with manes, painted in bright colors. Each statue was as tall as a man and their mouths were frozen open in a lazy gasp. Three separate streams lazily flowed over their sharp teeth to feed three lazy rivers that then fed two pools. The room smelled of herbs, soap and a pleasant earthy smell I couldn't quite place. The room was less muggy than the rest of the castle, at least one of the pools was cool water which made the air here more temperate.

I whistled.

"Are you ready, young Master?" Amra teased from behind me. I turned to the two of them who stared at my body with abject lust. They sauntered over to me, hips swaying, and with a pair of guiding hands, led me down to the first pool. It was lukewarm but big enough for an army to bathe together without touching elbows. Through the rippling water, I could see a series of sunken benches, no doubt for sitting while one cleaned themselves. I stood on the bench with the water level up to mid-thigh. "Why don't you two join me in here?" I asked with a wolfish grin.

Amra blushed and her eyes lit up for a moment. The brightness on her face dimmed as the wheels in her brain turned. "Um. I don't think that would be appropriate, young master. Isn't that right Arryn?" She turned to her friend who had already dropped her maid skirt and pulled her white shirt over her shoulders while she giggled with glee. Underneath her clothes was a black cloth panty with matching bralettes which did a poor job holding her curves. Arryn walked over to me and I winked at Amra. Amra blushed before dropping her skirt and shirt and stepping over to me. While my queen was curviver in both her hip and bust these two were built of the same cloth, only smaller. Flat stomachs, high asses, and perky breasts tapped with diamond hard nipples that those bralettes couldn’t hide.

I whistled again.

"I'm at your mercy." They took maybe twenty minutes lathering me with a subtly scented soap. Amra was all business as she massaged my muscled thighs and tried to tell me about the different parts of the wedding ceremony, trailing off as my now giant erection waggled in her face. Her counterpart was giving in to her lust. From behind me, Arryn lathered her breasts and stomach and applied it to me with a sensual writhe, her perky breasts pressed flat against me like wet clothes stuck to her like a second pair of fur.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the palming, massaging pressure of their hands working all of the stress out of my muscles. "Um, young master?" Arryn's voice was music to my ears. Lusty but curious and barely above a whisper. "Are all humans so big?"

I didn’t open my eyes. "I'm not so tall for a human. We are about the same size as you all."

"Um... Not your height."

"Oh,” I sniggered. “I'm a bit bigger than most. I have seen a couple of guys who were a bit bigger than me."

"Oh!" She said with a bit of surprise and anticipation. She moved her massaging and lathering fingers closer to my pelvis, working her fingers into the space between my hips and certain erect and increasingly needy parts. The wet fur of her fingers brushed up against the base of the pillar, seemingly accidentally at first but then with increasingly bold touches as she continued her cleaning job. The soft pads caused electricity to flow up my spine with each "accidental and completely professional” touch.

Without seeing, I could hear her begin to pant as she struggled to keep herself on track. My now rock-hard penis was pointing directly up to the sky, its veins angry and demanding more than the small pressure it was receiving. Her face was placed almost underneath it, her entire face underneath its shadow. Her breath was hot and wet, her tongue wagging absent-minded as she leaned closer and closer until the flat of her nose touched the large tube at the bottom of my glans. I opened my eyes and watched as she took a deep sniff, letting my musk invade her nostrils. When she opened her eyes, her eyes were crossed and half-lidded. "Oh fuck. He smells so good."

At the sound of this Arryn, stopped her grinding of my back and turned to watch the and watched the effect my musk was having on her friend. Maneuvering around until their hips touched, she watched with rapt attention as her dicktized friend took in my musk. We both saw as Amra extended her tongue and pressed against the top of my balls. With a savoring lick, she drag it from top to bottom in one unbroken line. With that unspoken line broken, Arryn moved in, laying claim to another patch of tumescence.

The pair handled my colossal man meat in front of them with an enthusiasm that I haven't seen in a while. They teased their tongues around every inch, sampling it with their rough but dripping tongues. Their saliva ran down, bathing everything in warm lubricant which they slurped up just as quickly. Amra found a sensitive spot where my crown met my shaft and I moaned deeply as my pace quickened. She purred and lasered in on the area, darting her sensitive tongue over the area from every angle. Arryn found my balls, feeling their heat and weight in her hand before she leaned in. She hallowed her cheeks and took the grapefruit-sized orb in her mouth, sucking intensively at it. She moved onto the other one and sucked

Arryn placed her hands near the base and then begin to stroke from bottom to tip in a single long movement. My tip spat out a long line of precum as thick as one of her fingers which shot over Amra's head and laid over the bridge of her nose. She purred and extended her tongue, begging for more man-milk. Arryn cooed and milked me several times, the apex of each thrust spat more thick lines of precum directly into her mouth. Amra moaned as each lance struck her tongue until her mouth was filled in a clear fluid. She moaned, her eyes rolled back into her head, and brought her head back to swallow.

Arryn pounced. She attached her lips to her friend, her tongue darted around her friend's mouth digging out nectar. Amra leaned into it, sharing a sapphic kiss as their hands roamed each other bodies. Errant strands of saliva ran down their chins as they dueled and fell into each other. Amra's hand dove to the covered bralette, pawing at her soft breast. Arryn's fingers found her friend's cunt and she quickly darted them in and out as her friend moaned into her mouth.

When they finished they separated, strands of saliva connecting the two as they stared into each other's eyes. The electricity between them was intense.

I palmed both of their heads, petting them and they turned up to my eyes with lust. They purred with appreciation. Their eyes might as well have turned to hearts. "How about we finish this off?"