A very grateful mother and daughter.

The keep’s old bathhouse was restored and put into service just for this.

All hospitality had to be extended towards their savior and his companions.

Which was also why the elected mayor, Giselle Leonhart, and her daughter Adrienne, though they were needed elsewhere to oversee their war-torn city, both now stood at the entrance to those baths. Having removed their usual robes, the blondes shed them for tiny, inadequate fluffy cotton towels that they clutched to extremely ample chests.

“Mother, are you sure about this?” Adrienne asked. “To submit so wholly…”

Adrienne was gifted among humans with huge, youthfully springy and dense breasts, helped by her athletic training as much as her thick rear. But she was dwarfed in size, volume, and thickness everywhere by her own mother.

Giselle was enough woman to drown in. Sometimes quite literally; her enormous, pillowy breasts engulfed anything put between the vast valley of her cleavage.

“I’m doing this because of your father’s last wish, dear,” Her enormous mother assured Adrienne, pulling her that valley with a smothering hug. “To keep Cygnus independent, even if only just. This god is new, he may not be like… the old ones.”

Giselle had the patience of a saint, and a body made for sin. As well as the experience to use it all; excessively thick thighs, plump rear end, soft chubby belly, enormous breasts, skilled and well-manicured hands, her mouth. Whatever it took.

Whatever she felt would produce the cutest results.

That air-headed attitude concealed beneath it a keen intelligence.

Giselle was infinitely better at dealing with people, while her razor-Sharp daughter, every bit her equal in wits, was a far better manager and gave orders that were always obeyed. If there was any dissent, Adrienne’s marble-column legs and thighs would see that dissent crushed.

She’d gone through enough pairs of leggings and pants, which tended to rip beneath her power whenever she even accidentally flexed. It was quite a problem, and why she’d taken to wearing robes like her mother. Not everything could just be kicked away, as yesterday established.

Adrienne’s glasses were fogging up already. She pouted against endless softness.

“Or he might be just the same, and we’re handing him the keys to the castle without finding out which.”

“Adi, if he wanted to, he could demolish this castle with one arm. Forget the keys. We’re in no position to make demands, or even complain if he makes this city his new dominion. The people would certainly have no objection whatsoever. But if we go along with it, we can participate in whatever’s to come.”

“Is that all we can do? Beg for scraps?”

“Yesterday, in the arms of those savages, we were begging for our lives,” Giselle reminded her, soft lilting feminine voice now stern in the way only a mother’s could be. “To no avail. Without timely intervention, and those powerful healing magics from Noriko, we would have died, crushed like mere insects.”

A memory equal parts humiliating and painful.

Adrienne was completely out of her depth here, too; Giselle had a wealth of knowledge about certain subjects that her work-headed daughter couldn’t possess.

“... That’s true, and it’s not just us. It’s everyone. Only a handful of tattered refugees would have made it to Luxor in one piece, there to be treated like second-class citizens… Now, our home is still standing. In fact, though we’ve suffered terribly, his aura could be the key…”

“He is essential to our prosperity.” Giselle smiled bright and kindly. “Come now. I know I did not raise such an ungrateful daughter. And you’re not wholly uninterested in such things. I’ll take the lead and show you how~”

“I d-don’t need my mother to guide me in that way…”

To prove it, Adrienne threw open the door, and led the charge.

Though she was brought up short instantaneously by the priestess-pile.

A collection of very satiated, messy, carnal wrecks that had once been all that remained of Cygnus’ once-prestigious religious order. A bunch of cute girls, sent in to service their guests and satiate their various appetites. With food, wine, and their bodies of course all provided for that purpose.

Somehow, Adrienne hadn’t expected to find them so utterly… conquered.

It sent a thrill all the way down to certain parts of her that had been long-neglected. This was the first day in many months when she even felt allowed to simply be a woman again. The dense musk, that scent of sex pervading throughout the humid, misty air of the baths, awakened all of that in her.

Hearing a familiar voice awakened an entirely different set of reactions.

“... Yet I am anything but ordinary! Most people have not been more than a handful of miles from their place of birth, and understandably so. However, I am no Cygnus native. I hail from a place that, well. Let’s just say I can’t go back again.”

“Another town fallen to darkness?”

“Haha! Not quite! It’s more that I would not be welcomed back. Or rather, my welcome would be pointed. Tipped with steel, I believe. For reasons that were entirely outside of my control, you understand. Ahem. It’s actually rare for a city to fall! Doesn’t happen often.”

“I’m glad.”

“Mhm. If a fledgling god can do all that to the enemy, they don’t even try to assail the established guilds… Oho. Adi!”

Adi's gaze was sharper than those steel tips, and her voice was colder than the weather outside. “Hello again, Brigid. So glad you survived.”

“So am I!”

Everyone in this bathhouse was bare nude. Only the towels struggling to contain the barest hint of modesty covered anything, so really, Giselle and her daughter had them at a disadvantage.

It just didn’t feel that way, at all.

Not with the massive, overwhelmingly male Lord sitting on the opposite edge of the bath, Noriko between his legs. Still serving his rock-hard shaft. It didn’t look like the appetizers had done much of anything to sate his ardor, and Noriko looked up in wonder and awe as she licked and suckled.

While, sitting beside him was indeed Brigid Wallace, well-known and infamous among Cygnus residents. Muscular as would befit somebody with such heavy armor, though her plate-mail made her look far taller and thicker than she was.

Wallace still cut an impressive figure.

Especially with that thick, uncut dick and huge, heavy set of ultra-productive balls.

Evidently productive, given the coating given those priestesses. At least in one area, this presumably-noble paladin was fit to almost rival her Lord. She was entirely and obviously aroused, too, throbbing in the warm, intimate air of the giant bath.

Especially thanks to the new arrivals, whose nipples were now achingly hard and whose breaths were shallow, and filled with the scent of raw animal pheromones.

“Come now, dear,” Giselle said. “First, we must make ourselves clear.”

Adrienne swallowed back a lump of her own pride, dropped her towel, and followed her mother in sinking to her knees on the edge of the bath. Leaning forward, pushing her face down towards the ground, hands folded neatly before her. A rear end thick from thousands of squats bare, and sticking up into the air.

Bowing, though she didn’t know it, the same way Noriko had. A mother-daughter dogeza, presenting themselves and their smooth, creamy pale figures as ultimate tribute to their saviors.

Submitting in earnest gratitude.

And, of course, to hopefully influence the fate of Cygnus.

“Thank you for waiting, my Lord,” Giselle intoned smoothly. “Please, take your pick. The other can, if you wish, attend to our mighty Champion.”