Now... I really need to bathe

The door shut slowly behind the mysterious elf. Her warning still stung on my chest as she vanished. As quickly as she came. Gone once more. I sit up in the bed to check my chest. Though there was a red indentation, it wasn't bleeding and she didn't cut me. Only indentations.

Before I could relax once more a soft knock comes through the door. Followed by Yura pushing it open with a smile. One which quickly faultered as she saw the look on my face. One I wasn't entirely sure how to describe. Shocked? Obviously. Scared? Not at all. Angry? Definitely. Determined? Sure. But one thing was true across all of it, I was confused.

The elf had come with a complex message. One from her master, and one from her and her sisters. One of threat and danger. Another of compassion and hope. What the fuck?

Rather than bring up another confusing issue, I bit my tongue. Not ruining Yura's mood any further. Before she could ask me what was wrong, "I guess it's ready?"

"Oh, ummm, yeah. If you'll follow me." Her face mirrored my own confusion. Though she did a better job of hiding it after only a moment. Probably after working with customers for so long. Can't let them know something is wrong, right? Not like she needed to have me tell her. She got it out of me eventually.

Leading the way Yura brought me to a small room. In the center was a wooden tub resembling a barrel, but roughly six feet long and four feet across. The walls of the tub were actually lined with what looked like plaster or clay. Something to keep the water in even better. As for the room, the floor and walls were significantly different than the rest of the building. They were together incredibly tightly with some sort of coating on them. Like a waxy finish of some sort. Just entering the room showed why, it was essentially a sauna. The room specially designed to keep everything in. Not an ounce of steam escaping.

"If you'll undress, you can leave your clothes in the cabinet by the door." Next to the slot she gestured to was a small cubby with a towel, robe, and a sponge with bowl of some creamy substance. "Come on, before the water gets too cold."

I turn back to Yura to find a sight to become a permanent fixture in my dreams. Yura bent over as she rolled her pants down. Her steele blue ass on perfect display before she rose up. Her shirt already tossed aside. Her impressive breasts rising to stiff peaks. Barely shown before her arms covered them in embarrassment. "Stop gawking you perve. Act like youve never seen a naked woman."

"Not one like you." I admit, I was outright gawking. Who wouldn't? Sure, her skin color was a little different than I had grown used to, but the strange exoticness of it far outweighed the slight difference. Especially as her skin glistened with the growing sweat forming beads. Moisture bringing her beauty to life.

"Then hurry up and get undressed. I only have an hour or so before I need to get back. You need a bath, I need some fun." Without a word I start to disrobe. Tossing my shirt into the folder along with my torn up pants. Though they're probably too damaged to be fixed, better off as rags. In only a few moments I'm standing before the stunning elf in nothing but my birtbday suit rocking a hard-on to topple governments. Or at least a busty blonde elf. Just like Eros intended.

"Is this a bath, or something more?" I step towards her as my hands find her hips. Pulling her into me as my cock digs into her stomach. Causing a small gasp to escape her.

"Why can't it be both? We said not tonight, but..." Her hand reached down as she gently stroke my member. Feeling it's veins and head. "I'm fine being a liar for this."

"Liar, liar... what should I do with you?" My fingers snake their way to her ass as they find her rear. Shapely and fantastic. Playing with its bounce and form as she speaks.

"Well, first you need a bath. After... I think i could use a little appreciation. Maybe even let you claim me, if you're a good fuck." The idea sent a spark through me. Not just cumming inside such a sexy woman, but the whole idea of 'claiming'. It felt a bit barbaric with the name. Like some kind of tribalistic cult thing. But knowing its more of a cultural marriage than anything helped to ease that feeling. Especially knowing how important it is to their culture.

"Than I better make sure to be a good fuck."

"But first, bath. Then you might get to earn it." Pushing me off Yura walked around and grabbed onto the sponge and bowl. As I stepped into the steaming water she walked around behind me. Placing the bowl into a small holder clipped onto the tub itself. Scraping a bit of it into her hand as she pulled up a cup. Pouring it into my hair.

"So that's soap? Should have figured as much." I sighed softly as she worked the substance through my hair. Letting her nails scratch my scalp. Working it through before it was rinsed away. Taking as much dirt and grime as it could.

"Yep, house blend. The owner's wife makes a batch every month. She also gifts some to the workers. She's wonderful." Her nails continued to work through my hair as she spoke. With the soap gone she just focused on combing it and making sure no stray sticks were left. No bird nests allowed.

For my part? I was too caught up in keeping my eyes closed and staring up at her. Her soft lips and eyes doing nothing to calm my mood. Bath aside, she'd certainly gotten me into the need to relieve some stress. "Do you always handle the baths?"

"Not at all. The costumers wash themselves. This... this is on the house." She watched my eyes trail over her face before she stsrted to lean down. Her nails gently scratching my chest and stomach as she did so. "I hope I'm satisfying."

"Without a doubt, the best bath I've had in lifetimes." After an adorable laugh escaped her she leaned in the rest of the way. Her lips finding my own. A tender kiss that felt natural. No **** lust or promises. Just soft care coming from an honest place.

Before the kiss could deepen she pulled away once more. Her hand holding just above my member. "Then I'll need to make sure it's better than any bath in history." In an instant her hand was around my shaft. Stroking my dick slowly as her other hand scooped more soap. This time with the sponge in hand. Wiping it over my shoulders and arms, back and chest. Jacking me off below the water as if it were normal.

Fuck did her hand feel good. Not just that. The way her gorgeous tits swung with each wipe of the sponge. Though I'm fairly sure she was doing it on purpose. It was only a few minutes before I could feel a slight tingle in my balls. "Yura, if you keep going we won't get to the main course before I cum."

"Is that so? Guess I'll have to make you earn it even more." With her hand still on my member she stopped stroking entirely. Instead rolling her fingers around. Squeezing my shaft gently. All the while her hand and sponge found their way to my chest. Scrubbing away the dirt and stink. "So am I doing a good job?"

"On track to be the best bath in history." The feel of her touch against my skin was electric. A storm raging just under my skin where her fingers graze. It's damn near **** to not be touching her in return. "Could use something more too."

"Oh?"