Bathe.

You can feel the soft, warm push of Alice's chest against your arm as she weaves hers beneath yours into a tender embrace. There she awaits, though squirms subtly with a stroke of blue across her face, but seems content and relaxed in your presence. The two of you turn to Anastasia, who has yet to do a thing besides tremble in terror. Meanwhile, the girls are having a jovial time in the hot bath behind you. Already, they're grabbing bars of soap and bottles of shampoo off the far walls. A layer of sweet-smelling foam forms over the surface of the water.

Alice speaks up next. With a firm tug of your arm, she speaks to the girl. "Do you require assistance?"

The cleric wraps her arms around her breastplate with a face burning red. She ponders the question for a moment, and then silently nods.

You look to Alice. She smiles, and then releases your arm to step to the edge of the pool. She sinks in with a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, you approach Anastasia Phairgem, the ruby-haired mess of an innocent girl. So many thoughts are rushing through her mind that she's actually quite difficult to read by Kitty Sense, though it isn't really difficult to anyone watching plainly. She wants to undress and join the others, but she's already done so much she considers against the teachings of the Church of Lasis. All of these new experiences are flustering. And now, you stand before you with a body wet and bare, with a familiar friend staring up at her from below like a single-eyed serpent. She peeks through her fingers, struggling out an elevator stare before her watery eyes finally lock to your face.

You step forward. With a gentle touch, you stroke a finger down her cheek, and she shivers. In that moment she nearly melts. It seems the tingle of your touch was felt everywhere. Then, after running your hands back through her soft, beautiful red hair, you begin to unclasp her suit of armour. It's light-weight, though far more covering than anything you've seen in Tivera. This is far more traditional, like one would ware in a normal world of medieval fantasy. Soon, she's dressed only in the cloths beneath, more akin to a dress. It doesn't take much to loosen it enough to slip it from her bare shoulders, down her back, and to the tiled floor, leaving her in a set of adorable undergarments you haven't yet seen. They're pink, but stitched into the fabric, stretched out by her curves of her ass, are two strawberries.

"... Cute," you comment as a whisper behind her neck.

She inhales a sudden, quiet gasp. "D-Don't say that to me right now. Please just let me take off the rest."

You turn her to face you, curious as to the urgency. Then your eyes trail down her sexy figure to an incredibly obvious spot of excitement. There's a strawberry on the front as well, and by the looks of it, this one is ripe and juicy. The longer you stare, the hotter her cheeks seem to burn, until she slips her fingers down and undresses her panties right before you. It seems it's more embarrassing for her arousal to be seen than her pussy, though it looks just as sweet as the fruit. And when she drops her bra, the tits so few people have seen come bouncing free. Right then and there, with your erection pointed just an inch from between her legs, you could take her, though despite this thought perhaps crossing her mind as well, she swiftly moves away and hurries to the bath before she does something truly embarrassing.

You smirk. Almost everyone here, you've felt their touch, besides those who follow the dragon, and Ana is no different. The two of you shared a tender moment, though it seems that hasn't completely changed her. People don't normally alter their ideals after a single day after all, and some girls are are certainly more bashful than others, even after everything that's happened. It doesn't really matter. You know there's no chance you'll be leaving this room with your balls still full, so you might a well enjoy yourself, and have fun in the presence of all those you care about.

A weaker man may cave. With all that's around you, it would be a miracle for one to not lose control on his own. But you're different. You're a master adventurer. A Demon King. A Hero King. As you sink back into the water and lean your arms over the pool's ledge behind you, a warm sensation runs up through your body, and not from the water alone. There are bright smiles on everybody's faces, or if they don't show it, at least you feel their joy inside. Vyzia seems the most stoic, even moreso than Gwynevere, though you can tell she's happy to finally be able to rest knowing her people are safe.

Amara washes Eva's hair, Niki washes Amara's hair, though nobody washes Niki's. You wade over with a shampoo bottle in-hand and look to her.

She pulls her hands away from the elf before her. "Hmm. No see, I'm a tiny bit taller than you, Kyle, so you go here," she says, grabbing your shoulders and forcefully maneuvering you between her and Amara. You're nudged forward, touching the tip of your erection between the firm buns of the elf.

Amara can't help but let out a quiet, single moan of surprise. Her eye flickers back to you, pink in her cheeks, and smiles before returning to rub her fingers between the bunnyfolk's ears.

Eva mutters nonsense beneath her breath to the elf's talented fingers. Her eyes sink closed, and she nearly melts into the pool. "Mmm..."

Meanwhile, Niki squirts shampoo on your head. She steps forward, nudging her hefty breasts into your back before kneading your scalp. Despite her strength, she does so as gently as she can. It's a firm touch, though not so much to where it hurts, not that you can't take it anyhow. If the water wasn't heating you up before, you're certainly warm now, sandwiched between a sunheart and an elf as one massages your head. You reach up and do the same with Amara, running your fingers back through her golden locks as suds builds up over the bath's surface all around you.

As your touch caresses over her ears, she pulls in her shoulders and lets out a quiet whimper. Her cheeks burn hot, and whether it's subconscious or very on purpose, she backs up just a little bit--enough to push her back cheeks more firmly against your shaft. You shift your hips in response, and almost immediately, she responds with the same, and then a whispered giggle. She then asks, "Why do you not wash the rest of me, Kyle?"

Hearing this, Niki responds. "Oh yeah. I should do that too. Here." Suddenly, her hands dart down to begin rubbing soap all over your chest. She embraces you more firmly from the back, and now you can hear her more heated breaths over your shoulder. The slippery rub of her supernaturally sensitive breasts is causing an electric pleasure through her body, though she's for now trying to hide it.

You do much the same. Your fingers run down her bare shoulders, and then cup to her chest. You feel your fingers around her perked nipples, and then down her slender stomach, though perhaps you've slipped down too swiftly, as she knees over the moment you do, as if her body was expecting a touch between the legs in that very moment. She giggles again.

Not to disappoint, you do just that. Your one hand disappears beneath the suds, and you know exactly where to touch.

"Aah~!" Amara lets out. She purses her lips and blushes.

"Mmm," Eva continues to purr. "It feels good for you too?"

The elf can't help but smile. "Y-Yes. Your hair is quite soft."

You notice Niki is getting a little bit more into it than she probably meant to already. Not only is she starting to rub her chest up against you, up and down, as heavy panting breaths tickle over the back of your neck, but her grasp to your torso tightens. Then they push down to your stomach, until one of her hands trembles with anticipation, and then follows your lead. Her hands upon touching your balls slip smoothly from the lingering soap, and then you tilt your head back in a rush of pleasure as she strokes you to the tip, then down again, until she's slowly jerking you off beneath the water.

Then suddenly, Niki pulls you back. She squeezes you perhaps a little too tight. "Aah, aah~!" she moans as the two of you fall back to a splash loud and wide enough to draw everyone's attention over.

Amara turns. "Oh my."

Finally, Eva stands fully up in the water and blinks a few times over, smacking her own cheeks to wake herself up. "You're good at washing hair, Amara," she say before noticing the two of you reemerging from beneath the surface.

Niki spits out a stream of water. "Uh. My bad."

You look over to her as you stand back up, running your hands back through your wet brown hair. "Get a little too excited?"

"N-No. I'm a warrior. I have self-control."

You grin back at her. "Good joke."

She brings her hands up and wiggles her fingers. "Oh. You want to fight, Hero King?"

"If I wiggled my fingers, you'd lose the fight in an instant."

As if feeling your thoughts, she suddenly brings her hands to shield her underarms. "That's not fair."

Vyzia continues to sit back, though she watches all that unfolds through a barely opened lid. Her single ruby eye peers out like a machine, scanning the room for danger, though her attention moves fully to Peep when she approaches.

The harpy seems overjoyed to be bathing. She splashes her wings up and down, and her giggle sounds almost like a a bird's song. Her big, wet tits bounce freely up and down as she dances without a care in the world. She still wears her glasses, though that only makes her look even cuter. Though she looks to the dragoness and pleads her case. "Pardon me, but can you wash my hair again today?"

"Of course I can," answers Vyzia. "But usually Melodie and Bass help you."

"They're a little distracted."

She looks across the bath to see the two twin catfolk watching you with great interest. They bite and lick their lips, like two hungry diners waiting for their plate of food. They whisper to one another, giggling at what the other just said.

Vyzia sighs. "Then let me offer a different solution." Suddenly, her voice carries out to loud that all others turn to face her. "Kyle!"

Your attention is taken along with the others. "Something wrong?"

"Would you please wash Peep's hair?"

"Oh," responds the harpy with pink in her cheeks. "Okay."

"Is this a problem?" asks Vyzia.

She shakes her head. "No."

"Good." Then she leans back once more with a deep exhale.

You don't have to walk far, as Peep hurries over to you. Though she's been naked this entire time, she can't help but maneuver her her teal wings up and over her body as your eyes begin to linger. It doesn't cover much even when she does, though it's a reflex she can't ignore. Her face turns a brighter shade of pink now, and eventually, she works up the courage to look you in the eyes.

Slowly, she lowers her wings. "Y-You helped me before, so I guess after this, I'll owe you twice."

You hold the shampoo up and chuckle. "Don't worry about it. Now turn around."

With her facing away, your eyes glance down her back. Then you reach around to take hold of her glasses, which you carefully place beyond the edge of the pool. "Can you still see?" you ask.

"Only a little," she answers.

You squeeze some of the shampoo onto her scalp, and she winces from the chill. Though as soon as you begin to rub it through her hair, she relaxes to your touch, so much so that she looks for a moment like she's going to sink into the water. "Does this feel good?" you ask softly.

She nods. "Y-Yes."

Her hair isn't long, so it doesn't take much time to feel it thoroughly cleaned. "Now we rinse--"

She immediately slips her entire body past the mist of the steaming waters and disappears. Then with a smile and a gasp, she reemerges, and then shakes her head and wings like a dog after a bath. You shield your eyes from the splash.

"Aah~! So much better," she says with a giggle. But then she loses the footing of her talons in the churning waters, at least that's how it seems. She stumbles back.

Though you catch her by her waist, it pushes you to the edge of the pool, sinking down to sit on the bench beneath. Her ass pushes firm against your cock, and by how you're holding her right now, it seems some interesting thoughts are rushing through her mind all at once. Your Kitty Sense tells there's a reason she isn't standing right back up again.

"Sorry," she says.

"It's all right," you assure her. "But are you going to stay there?"

Before she can respond, you look past to see two more familiar faces. It's the magenta-haired cat girl Melodie, and her blue-haired sister Bass. They're looking rather devious as they stare down at your situation. Their tails wag left and right, slowly and in tandem, as an emotion shines in their half-lidded eyes that can be described only as "starving". It seems their dinner has finally arrived.