Cave Sprites!

"Woah, peachies!" Came a high-pitched, melodic voice from somewhere in the otherwise empty room as Morgala, Thurkla, and Taykov walked through the door. The voice continued, "You brought me peachies! Thanks so much, boss!"

"Just don't break them, Airy." Bralite replied, closing the door behind her.

"Where's that voice coming from?" Thurkla asked, before a blue glow suddenly appeared on the tip of her nose. "AH!" She jumped back, falling back on her butt. Morgala yelped and hurried to her girlfriend's side, massaging her backside and trying not to get horny over it.

"That voice is coming from me," The blue light chafed. "Brally, these ones look like they're gonna break themselves. Where'd you find 'em?"

"On the surface," the duergar replied curtly. "They're very clumsy, and not too bright either, but they're hardy workers, so the big boss wants up spick and span."

"Okie dokie!" The blue light darted around the room, lighting up several lamps on the walls and revealing several faucets mounted on the ceiling and a large tub of water carved from the cave stone. "It's been so long since I cleaned peachies, before. This'll be fun!"

"Peachies?" Taykov asked.

Bralite chuckled. "She means you three. 'Peachy' because you surface-folk got lighter skin than the rest of us. Cave sprites don't see many of them all the way down here."

"But my skin is green." Thurkla said, looking down at her boobs to confirm.

Bralite just shrugged. "Airy's not picky; you'll be fine."

The blue light flew up to Morgala and Thurkla, and the pair finally got a good look at the figure within it. Airy was an indigo-skinned girl wearing what appeared to be a small washcloth tied around her torso like a toga, with wings batting as fast as a hummingbird's to keep her hovering. Her long white hair was tied up in a messy beehive shape on top of her head, and despite her big toothy grin, there were visible bags under her eyes. She was also barefoot. "You're cute! Bath time's gonna be fun today! But first you gotta get undressed; can't wash up with your clothes on, sillies!"

"What do you mean? We're not wearing any-WAAAAH!" Morgala started to protest before her feet were lifted off the ground and she was hanging in the air by her boots. Two more sprites had grabbed each of her boots and were shaking her to get them off. Morgala's helmet fell to the floor with a clatter and she wobbled and jiggled this way and that, the boots slowly slipping off her ankles and heels before finally falling off and dropping the poor elf down into the tub of water with a big splash.

Thurkla and Taykov watched in shock before frantically yanking their own boots off and tossing them to the side with their helmets. Bralite laughed, having already shucked her footwear and made her way to a bench beneath one of the faucets. "Looks like you girls are catching on."

Morgala breached the surface, spitting out mouthfuls of bath water and catching her breath. Her hair was undone and her soaking wet locks covered her face, giving her the appearance of a spooky lake monster. Airy smiled. "Okay, sprites: let's get these ladies washed!" She grabbed a giant sponge and hovered it over to the tub before dropping it unceremoniously on Morgala's head. The other sprites pushed Taykov and Thurkla towards one of the ceiling faucets, keeping them pressed together. "Share the water, girls."

"Do we have to use the same water?" Taykov asked nervously, her hands wrapping around Thurkla's butt and finding grip on her thick cheeks.

"Don't complain, just help your buddy clean." Airy tossed them a pair of sponges and darted to the faucet to turn on the water. A deluge poured out of the faucet and onto the poor dirty girls' heads. "Make sure they've got suds, sprites!" The other sprites started tossing soap suds into the compromised ladies' bodies, making SPLAT sounds with every impact of bubble against skin.

Taykov and Thurkla, too drenched to complain, just gripped their sponges and started rubbing them along their skin. The dirt and sweat from the day's adventures slid off in rivulets as their skin started to shimmer. Their hair built up more suds and stuck to their scalps and shoulders. Both were pressed to close together to get at their own intimate areas, however, and they looked at one another nervously. Well, it's not like anything's private between us anymore, Taykov thought, before gesturing to her crotch and nodding to Thurkla. The orc gulped, but she followed the silent request and pressed her own sponge to her companion's pussy. The dried cum from her passionate day with Morgala peeled of and fell away, and Taykov immediately felt relief radiate up her body. Thurkla massaged the luffa into her most sensitive places, and Taykov gasped, realizing that Thurkla was getting dangerously close to fingering her. The porous, soft texture of the sponge sent waves of pleasure through the dwarf's legs, and she struggled to stay on her feet.

Returning the favor, Taykov pressed her own sponge firmly to Thurkla's crotch. The orc felt her toes curl as the wet luffa rubbed against her womanhood. Her mouth hung open and her breathing became unsteady, which only led to more water hitting her tongue. She had to slam one hand against the wall to keep herself steady. This, of course, only made Taykov shake in anticipation. She looked up into Thurkla's eyes as they continued their mutual masturbation, pushing one another closer and closer to climax. Cum had started to leak from each of their pussies, weighing the sponges down. Without thinking, Thurkla lifted her own sponge and wrung it out over Taykov's head, soaking her head in her own honey and running water through her hair and down her back.

Taykov pressed her hands against Thurkla's breasts, massaging them with vigor and passion. She didn't even bother pushing the sponge around her body, just focusing on digging her fingers into the orc's flesh. Thurkla moaned loud enough to be heard over the rushing water, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Taykov smiled and placed her hand on the back of Thurkla's head. She tilted her partner's face toward her own and leaned in closer, bringing their lips closer together. Thurkla took the signal and just about dove to meet the kiss, putting her tongue down the dwarf's throat and pressing her against the wall. Taykov brought her leg up to Thurkla's waist and rubbed her foot along the orc's rippling muscles. She was tempted to jump into the taller woman's grip and wrap her legs around those beautiful abs, but Thurkla put a stop to those thoughts by placing her fingers directly into her partner's pussy. Taykov moaned as Thurkla swirled her fingers around inside her, and she dug her own fingers into Thurkla's back. Time had slowed, and the pelting of the water against their skin had faded to the backs of their minds. They just let their tongues swirl together and pleasured one another's intimates, their efforts to clean up forgotten.