Connor bathes Viviena

Connor led them back to her chambers without incident, though she left a trail of slime as she walked, Maleorn's and her own juices dripping from her body like she had stepped out of the rain.

The bath-tub was large, it's sides carved with magical runes, such that any liquid in it would be heated to a precise temperature and kept there, indefinitely. Viviena was so dumbfounded by it, so impressed by the mage-craft involved, that for a moment she forgot her captivity and it's consequences.

"These runes. I know this spell formula. I have a tea-kettle enchanted the same way, self-heating with no need for a fire." She ran her hands along the outside, tracing the intricate floral ennameling that covered every single inch of it, inside and outside. The runes were worked into the design subtly enough that they would not have been noticed, were it not for Viviena's witch-sight. "My mother made it. I'm not sure I could even replicate_ _that, at my current skill level. This is an order of maginitude beyond that. Did Malaeorn make this?"

Connor nodded as he began to fill the tub. "There are a few with more raw power than him, and a few others with more skill or secret knowledge, but in total, Maleorn might just be the strongest mage in the world." He poked at her diamond ****-collar. "Those gemstones? He can grow those. It's where his money comes from. He made that enchantment too. Trivial for him. Can throw one together in an afternoon like a flower-crown." He dumped a small amound of liquid into the now steaming tub, and a smell like roses rose to her nose. "It's ready. You're filthy, and you need to get clean."

She eased herself into the tub, sighing as the heat began to work it's way into her body, and began to scrub herself with a washcloth. Kneading her gigantic breasts, scrubbing furiously until her skin was raw and pink, trying to clean herself of Maleorns touch. She scrubbed her arms, her legs, dunked her face in the water and scrubbed the mingled makeup and cum from the last few days off of her face.

She looked up to noticed Connor still standing over her, hands behind his back, staring down at her. He was a not unnatractive man, with delicate, effeminate features. "Well?" She asked him, "Are you doing to join me?"

"No."

Scowling she stood up and turned to face him, hands on her ample his, scowlp-pouting at him. "Well? Am I not beautiful?" She gestured down her body, turning around to give him a view. Broad hips, heart-shaped ass, skull-crushing thighs, toned waist, large, perky breasts, regal face, long hair. She was most men's idea of an ideal woman, radiating eroticism and fertility (though of course the latter was kept tightly in check), and she knew it. She could tie any man into knots with her beauty and skill.

Until now.

"Very. You are very beautiful." He signed. "Give me a moment" he said, sliding his robes off unceremoniously, droping them into a heap.

He was a beautiful man. His body was well-toned, but lean, almost womanly. Tight, toned flesh, built like a runner, with barely any body hair. His flaccid cock was small, and his balls-

The blood drained from her face, here eyes following his crotch as he stepped into the tub in front of her. She fell to her knees in front of him, kneading his cock with one hand, trying to cup his scrotum with the other. His scrotum had mostly receded back into his body. She poked and prodded it, but felt no balls. She could, however, feel a lengthwise ridge of scar tissue, very old and thoroughly healed.

His cock was very small, and stubbornly remained soft.

"You're... A eunuch?"

He nodded. He did not seem very sad. "Since I was young. My body effectively never went through puberty. Consequently, my heart has never known the stain of lust. This makes me the perfect assistant to some of Maleorn's more exotic experiments.

Her face darkened, as she stared up at him. "Did he do this to you?" She snarled, letting go of his softness.

He shook his head, as he gripped the edges of the tub and lowered himself down, sitting in the tub opposite her. "I got very sick when I was a child. That was the only thing they could think of."

She snarled as she sank back into the waters, now filled nearly to the rim. "Provincial snake-oil. There is no medical condition a child could suffer that would necessitate that.

He shrugged mater-of-factly. "I lived. Turn around, I want to get your hair." Once she had her back to him he wrapped his girlish legs around her and pulled her back against him. Humming a tune that she did not recognize, he hiped a brush in the bath-water and began working her hair, stroking the fibers and smoothing her hair. His touch was tender, his skin soft against hers. He ran a finger down her back. "You seem tense. Would you like to cum?"

She looked at him over her shoulder in shock. "Why? You don't have a working cock."

He smiled warmly at her. "I have ten fingers and a mouth. I can come up with something."

Pulling her back flush to his body, he sat her in his lap. He reached around her under the water with both hands. One arm accross her chest softly pressed her body back into is, while the other stroked her belly, then lower, and began skillfully fluttering on her womanhood, tenderly stroking her mound, slit, and bud. The way he touched her was more like a massage then the touch of a lover, and indeed his cock did not move, and he did not touch himself once. He could not possibly be reviving any pleasure from this.

He just... wanted to make her feel good.

With no ulterior motive.

Viviena felt butterflies in her stomach.

Her orgasm crested softly. It was a release of pressure, the kind of orgasm that made you sigh instead of scream. The soft, rolling spasms worked the knots in her flesh loose.

"We have half an hour. Come, let me help you get dressed"