Bathing

“We should clean up,” you suggest, glancing at the mess on the carpet and the lingering traces of your encounter with Victoria.

“Let’s go bathe—I know the perfect place.” Victoria smiles, taking your hand and pulling you toward the door.

“A bath? Where?” you ask, glancing around the room.

“There’s a pool in the chambers below,” she explains. “A maid showed it to me last night. The servants usually use it, but it should be unoccupied this late in the evening.”

You follow her through the dimly lit corridors, the faint sound of dripping water growing louder with each step. Finally, she stops, and you see a narrow opening leading into a large stone chamber. Steam rises from the dark surface of a pool, and the soft glow of candles illuminates the walls and ceiling.

But far from being empty, the room is full of women, lounging in the water. Conversations pause as all eyes turn to you and Victoria.

“Lady Victoria,” a petite blonde hurries over, bowing deeply. “I almost didn’t recognize you in… such a state.”

“No need to apologize,” Victoria replies, her voice adopting a confident tone, so unlike the gentle, wistful one you’d heard in the presence of her brother. “I had hoped my guest and I could have a quick bath, but it appears we’ve interrupted something.”

The blonde maid blushes. “The baths would normally be empty at this hour, my lady, but the grand ball is tomorrow evening, and the Queen has ordered us to look our best.”

Victoria nods. “Then we’ll leave you in peace,” she says, taking your hand once more.

“You could stay,” the shy maid offers.

Victoria hesitates, her gaze lingering on the inviting pools. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“It would be no imposition, your excellence. All are welcome here.”

With a playful smile, Victoria leads you to the largest of the pools. With a girlish laugh, she hops in, splashing you and the surrounding area with the clear water. “Come in,” she calls, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she takes a seat, the blonde girl settling beside her.

The rest of the bath’s occupants look at you with curiosity. You slide into the water across from them, the heat soothing against your skin.

“This is Ella,” Victoria says, introducing the young blonde. “She’s a servant of House Caldersmith. We didn’t meet until this journey.”

“A pleasure to meet you, my lord,” Ella says, offering a polite smile.

“Likewise.”

“If I may be so bold, my lord,” Ella continues, “you don’t seem to be from around here. Do you hail from Askeria or some distant land?”

All the women lean forward, even Victoria, eager to hear. Despite all you’ve shared, she knows little about you.

“I’m from another land,” you say simply. “I found my way here by accident over a week ago, and I’ve been trying to figure things out since.”

Sensing your discomfort, Victoria shifts the conversation. “Tell me about the ball tomorrow,” she says. “It’s my first time attending, and I do hope I don’t embarrass myself.”

“It’s a very important event, my lady,” another woman chimes in. “Several of the great houses will be there, perhaps even Duchess Persephone and her twin. Word has it that the Queen will announce her choice of suitor for Princess Viola.”

“Do you know who the Queen favors?” Victoria asks.

“Last I heard, it was Leopold Duccato. But I believe your brother is a close second.”

“And the Princess? Who does she favor?”

“Neither,” says a muscular woman. “Rumor has it that a lowborn man has stolen her heart, though her mother would never allow her to marry beneath her station.”

“A lowborn man?” Victoria asks in surprise. “Do they know who?”

“Why… isn’t it the man sitting before us now?” Ella asks, casting a knowing glance in your direction.

Victoria’s eyes widen, realization dawning on her. “Well, that certainly explains my brother’s eagerness to tie you to our house,” she murmurs, a hint of jealousy in her tone. She turns to you, a spark of intrigue in her gaze. “You must tell me, did you truly… bed the Princess?”

“Bed her?” The larger woman laughs lightly, answering for you.

You blush, feeling exposed.

“It seems you may know a thing or two about such matters as well,” Ella teases, her curiosity overcoming her shyness.

Victoria’s cheeks flush, hard to tell in the heat and steam, but unmistakable. “Yes… it was…” She hesitates, searching for the right words, “…an experience.”

“An experience?” Ella’s eyes widen. “Is it true what they say? That his manhood is twice the size of any normal man’s? That he can please a woman unlike anything she’s ever experienced?”

“I would have no point of comparison,” Victoria admits, her voice soft. “He was my first.”

The women gasp and whisper, trying to catch glimpses of the large appendage dangling between your legs, clearly imagining what it might be like.

“And did it hurt?” Ella asks, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “The first time, I mean.”

“At first,” Victoria answers honestly. “But not for long. And by the end, the pleasure, the feeling of completion was… indescribable.”

Ella bites her lip, her gaze drifting from Victoria’s face to your lap, her thoughts plainly written on her features.

“Aye, heard he plowed Kylie just yesterday,” the muscular woman chuckles, leaning back and stretching her arms over her head. “She’s always been a braggadocious little priss, but she ain’t said nothing ‘bout what happened, and she’s been walking ‘round with a limp ever since.”

“Just a silly little serving wench,” the muscular woman dismisses with a wave. “Nothing to be concerned about.”

You lounge for a while longer, Victoria, Ella, and the rest chatting amicably about the ball and the rumors swirling around the city. The water laps against your skin, the steam curling around you as the women’s laughter and whispers fill the chamber. But as the conversation lulls, Victoria leans closer to you, her breath warm against your ear.

“They’re all watching,” she murmurs, her voice low and teasing. “They want to see what it’s like. What you can do.”

You glance around the room, noticing the way the women’s eyes linger on you, their curiosity barely concealed. Some pretend to be engrossed in their own conversations, but their glances keep darting back to you and Victoria. Others make no effort to hide their interest, their gazes bold and unapologetic.

Victoria’s hand slips beneath the water, her fingers brushing against your thigh. “Let’s give them a show,” she whispers, her lips curving into a sly smile.

Before you can respond, she climbs onto your lap, her movements slow and deliberate. The water ripples around her as she straddles you, her breasts pressing against your chest. Her hands slide up your shoulders, her fingers tangling in your hair as she leans in to kiss you. Her lips are soft and insistent, her tongue teasing yours as she grinds against you.

The women around you fall silent, their eyes wide as they watch. Some exchange knowing glances, while others simply stare, transfixed. A few shift uncomfortably, their curiosity evident but their hands remaining still.

Victoria breaks the kiss, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she guides you inside her. Despite the water, you slide into her with relative ease. She gasps, her head tilting back as your monstrous appendage impales her, her nails digging into your shoulders.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, her voice echoing in the chamber. “Why did I wait so long?”

Her hips begin to move, rocking against you as the water laps around you both. The other women watch, their eyes wide as they take in the sight, their whispers growing louder.

Victoria’s movements grow more urgent, her body trembling as she humps you, **** for you to spill your seed in her. Her nails rake down your back, her breath hot against your neck as she whispers your name. The sensation is overwhelming, the heat of the water, the tightness of her body, the way she clings to you as she rides you.

“I’m close,” she gasps, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop.”

You grip her hips, guiding her movements as you thrust into her. The water splashes around you, the sound mingling with the women’s murmurs as they watch, their curiosity unabated.

Victoria’s body stiffens, a sharp cry escaping her lips as she reaches her climax. Her walls clench around you, her nails digging into your skin as she trembles in your arms. But you fuck through her orgasm, quickening your pace even as her energy begins to wane.

“Fill my womb,” she whispers, lightly biting your ear.

With a grunt, you haul yourself to your feet. Victoria squeals as she’s pulled from the water, and she wraps her legs around you.

Using her ass, you lift her up and down the shaft of your cock, savoring the impossibly tight sheath as it envelops you in its warm embrace.

“By the Goddess, he’s a monster,” you hear one woman whisper loudly, several others voicing their agreement. But you pay them no heed as you pound away at Victoria’s fertile cunt.

“Holy Mother!” she cries as another orgasm washes over her, her legs convulsing to either side. This time, it’s too much, and with a bestial grunt, you explode inside of her. A torrent of semen fills her womb.

After a moment, you set her down on the ledge of the pool and take a seat beside her, your cock still hard as a rock despite your recent release. It’s as if this land has done something to your body, and you find yourself unable to truly relax. You turn to Victoria and draw her to you.

“By the Goddess,” she moans, spreading her legs and preparing to take you into her a fourth time before a small voice interrupts.

“My lady,” Ella says softly, “I… I would be honored if you would allow me to… to be with him as well.”

Victoria glances first to you, then to her diminutive servant, her legs still spread beneath you, a veritable river of semen flowing from her reddened snatch. “Are you sure, Ella? He’s… not like other men.”

Ella nods, her small hands trembling as she clutches the edge of the pool. “I’m sure, my lady. I want to know what it’s like. Please.”

Victoria studies her for a moment, then nods. “Very well, you have my blessing, and by the look he’s giving you, I suspect you have his as well. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, though.”

You stand and help Ella from the pool, taking in her small, almost girlish form. She’s tiny, nearly as small as Cassandra, but without her lithe strength.

You guide her to lie back on the cool stone floor, her small body trembling beneath you. Her breath comes in shallow gasps as you kneel between her legs, her hands clutching at your shoulders.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I’ve never… but I want to.”

You nod, your hands moving to her thighs as you gently spread her legs. Her body tenses, her breath hitching as you lower your head between her legs. Her hands clutch at your hair as you begin to lick and probe her delicate folds, savoring the sweet taste of her arousal.

“Oh, Goddess,” she moans, her head tilting back as you work your tongue over her sensitive flesh. Her body trembles beneath you, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she clings to you. The sensation is overwhelming, her inexperience evident in the way she writhes beneath you, her cries growing louder with each passing moment.

“Incredible, isn’t it?” Victoria says with a knowing smile.

“Yes,” Ella gasps, her voice trembling. “Oh, yes.”

Her body stiffens, a sharp cry escaping her lips as she reaches her climax. Her walls clench around your fingers, her nails digging into your scalp as she trembles in your arms. The sensation is too much for her to bear, and with a guttural moan, she spills herself over your tongue, womanly juices dripping down your chin.

For a moment, neither of you moves, your bodies still joined as you catch your breath. You glance around and see that many of the women have their hands between their legs, and it isn’t difficult to imagine what they’re doing.

You gently pull apart her legs and guide yourself into her smooth sex.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I’ve never… but I want to.”

Her eyes widen as you press forward, her hips recoiling as the tip of the enormous appendage spears through her innocence.

“Ahhh!” she shrieks, tears streaming down her face as you penetrate her.

“Holy Mother,” she moans, her head tilting back. “You’re tearing me apart.”

“I think not,” you chuckle, pushing in several more inches. “As I told Kylie, if you can push out a baby, you can certainly take me.”

Ella sobs as your bodies finally meet, your balls coming to rest against her small ass.

You give her a moment to acclimate before beginning to fuck, then with a slow, deliberate pace, you rock your hips forward, relishing in the heat and impossible tightness.

Ever so slowly, Ella’s sharp, pained cries transform into moans of pleasure as you thrust faster and faster until, finally, with a lusty cry, she reaches her climax. Her walls clench around you, her legs kicking out to either side. You glance down and see that her stomach bulges at the base of each thrust. Victoria notices as well and, with a sly smile, she pushes down and begins stroking you through Ella’s stomach.

The sensation is too much for you to bear, and with a guttural groan, you empty yourself into the tiny little servant.

For a moment, neither of you moves, your bodies still joined as you catch your breath. The women around you are silent, their eyes wide as they watch, their whispers growing louder.

Victoria steps forward, her expression calm and composed despite the flush in her cheeks. She turns to the women, her voice firm but not unkind. “I trust you’ll keep this to yourselves,” she says.

The women nod, their eyes downcast as they murmur their assent. Victoria takes your hand, pulling you off of her nearly catatonic servant. The women’s whispers follow you as you leave, their voices fading into the distance as you step into the cool, dimly lit corridor.