Royvis takes a bath.

You slide into the hot water of the tub.

You let out a low moan as the heat of the bath seems to take away all of the pain and unease that this body had been building up. It had been in captivity for months, beaten and broken in so many ways. Your wrists are permanently scarred from the chains.
You just luxuriate in this moment for a while.

Neir, who has taken a seat on a stool next to your bath, speaks up.
"Sir, I must ask, where is it that we go from here? Our plan to take the surface?"
"Well, the first step is get our best men situated in mortal bodies." You say.
"It will take a bit to get them acclimatized to them. After that, we will go up to the surface and begin infiltrating the mortal society."
"How will we do that?"
"Well, for me it will be fairly simple. From what I hear, this bodies father has set a rather sizable reward for my return. We'll just have some of the men pose as my captors and 'return me to my family.' "
"And the others?"
"Well, they'll have to come up with there own plans. They're good soldiers, I'm sure they'll figure it out."
"What then?"
"After some time with my so-called 'family' I will attempt to enroll in the knight's college. If we want to take over we'll need to get into the King's court. My skill with the sword and the spell will give me a head start. It should be easy."
"What about me?"
You turn to Neir and caress his cheek.
"Oh, my dear, you will be by my side, as always..."
"Of course, my lady."
"Now, stand up for me."
"Ma'am?"
"Just do it."

He stands to attention in front of you. His flaccid cock swings freely, just in front of your face. You sit up in the tub and drink in the sight of his organ.
"You must understand, Neir, that I rarely allow myself to express what I am truly feeling to another being..."
"I have no doubt of that, my lady." He says, looking down at you.
You lift your hand out of the water and grab hold of the base of his cock.
"So you know that I am not lying when I say that I have never wanted you more than I do right now."
"Then, I am at your command..."
You lift up his cock and inspect it. It's as long as your arm and about as thick. You can just barely wrap your dainty hands around the width of his shaft. You slowly run your hand up and down the length of it in smooth practiced strokes.
"How do my hands feel?"
He groans in pleasure, a deep rumble coming from the deepest part of him.
"You feel... ngh... Soft. Small. Like nothing I've never felt."
"Is that... good?"
"Yes. It is."
"Good."
As you increase the pace of your ministrations, he grows more erect. The head of his cock begins to emerge from his foreskin. You look up and lock eyes with Neir. Without breaking eye-contact, you kiss the tip of his cock. You pull away and give a wide grin, letting go of his cock as well.
He says, "Please don't leave me like this..."
"And if I did? What would you do about it?"

He says "THIS!" and quickly reaches into the tub, hooking his arms underneath your arms and legs. He lifts you out of the tub.
"OH!," you squeal.
You throw your head back and say "Oh, gods protect me from this hellish thing!" in mock protest.
"My master will be pleased when I tell him what I'm going to do to you, my dear!" He says back.
"I better be..."