Bath Time

"Now, now, Your Majesty, it's nothing we haven't seen a million times before~," Eliza says to comfort Cleo before reaching into the knots of her toga.

Aisha joined her sister, and simple white fabric hitting the floor echoed throughout the massive chambers, which were permeated with the scent of exotic oils. It's a tradition that the Pharaoh's closest servants bathe nude with their Pharaoh.

"Eliza, wash my back as penance for your earlier misdeeds," Cleo commands authoritatively. Cleo's bare skin was equally as golden as her embarrassing underwear.

"And Aisha, you shall lather my front," she adds. Cleo reminded herself that she was the leader of this country and shouldn't be body-shamed by her servants.

"With pleasure, your Majesty!" her loyal servants immediately replied, much to Cleo's dismay.

The nude sisters slowly come into view as they wade over to their Pharaoh. Cleo gawked at the sisters' healthy forms and became self-conscious. She slaps her blushing face, which is now the result of humiliation and insecurity, but it only makes her face redder.

Aisha grabs a soft sponge, wringing it in the water before heading to Cleo. She straddles her legs over Cleo's thick, tan thighs. Her soapy hands gently spread over the Pharaoh's ample breasts. Cleo moans at the fondling, a blush rising from her neck to her cheeks. She lounges back, her belly jiggling with the motion, something that does not go unnoticed by the impish sisters.

"Your Majesty, perhaps you might lessen your royal 'burden' with a few laps around the pool?" Aisha teased, eyeing Cleo's round belly with a smirk.

"I swear you eat half of everything in the pantry, right?" Eliza joked as nicely as she could. However, Eliza's politeness was offset by her gesturing to her belly.

Cleo's cheeks flushed crimson at the sudden attention on her figure. She chuckled nervously, trying to cover herself with her arms in embarrassment, squeezing her breasts.

"Do you think my people will judge me poorly for...this?" Cleo shyly muttered, looking down at her portly shame.

"On the bright side, any man would fall head over heels for your belly dancing!" Aisha teased, poking a finger at the soft flesh playfully. The gentle tap caused Cleo's stomach to send ripples across the entire stretch of the bath, only causing Cleo to bury her head in her hands.

Eliza couldn't resist joining in the banter. She sunk underwater, her hands approaching the pharaoh's generous hips.

"Besides, your royal treasury contains other ASS-ets, Your Majesty..." Eliza said, her hands approaching the pharaoh's generous hips.

"Goodness, they're the shape of a heart!" Eliza says, kneading Cleo's gargantuan butt cheeks with scented oils. The pharaoh has no idea how large her butt is and assumes that Eliza is exaggerating.

"Why, the goddess of love must have blessed you with such fertility!" she says, slapping her pharaoh's heart-shaped bum.

Between Aisha and Eliza massaging her tits and ass in rhythm, Cleo found it difficult to be offended during her state of arousal. Their hands felt like heaven. Despite herself, Cleo's body betrayed her as her breathing got heavy and her heart raced, before letting out an inadvertently moan.

"You two are just jealous of god-given curves!" Cleo sat up to escape their grasp, the water sluicing off her ample breasts.

"You know..." she said, pointing a judging finger at each sister, "I've noticed that you two are rather... lacking in certain areas yourselves..."