Chloe's morning shower

You drift away from the front door and up the stairs, drawn by the sound of running water. You find Chloe in the master ensuite shower. The steam is already thick, clinging to the glass like a veil.

Chloe is standing under the spray, her eyes closed, her hands braced against the tile. She’s still on edge after seeing you in the mirror. You can feel the flutter of her heart, a remnant of that "fright-flight" instinct. It’s time to convert that fear into its much more useful cousin: Adoration.

You merge with the plumbing. You don't just influence her mind; you manipulate the physical properties of the water. The steady stream from the showerhead begins to change. It develops a rhythmic, deep-tissue pulse—a heavy, thrumming beat that vibrates through Chloe’s skull and down her spine.

Then, you exert your will over the flow. The water begins to defy gravity. Instead of just splashing off her shoulders, it clings to her skin, sliding upward against her curves. It feels like a thousand warm, liquid fingers. The water caresses the undersides of her breasts, swirls around her navel, and—with a sudden, focused surge—presses firmly against her clitoris.

What is... what’s wrong with the shower? It feels so... OOOH! Like someone is actually holding m. It’s not scary though. It’s warm. It’s like the house is trying to wash away everything. I want to feel... this.

She lets out a long, shaky breath, her head tilting back as the pulsing water finds its mark. You intensify the pressure, making the water feel inside her, a rhythmic intrusion that mimics a lover’s touch. Chloe’s knees buckle. She slides down the wall until she’s sitting on the floor of the shower, her legs spread wide as the magical flow continues to ravage her.

She isn't afraid of the you anymore. She's addicted. You drive her over the edge with a final, surging pulse of heat. She cries out, her voice muffled by the roar of the water, her body shuddering in a violent, drenching orgasm.

She stays there for a moment, the water returning to its normal flow, her skin glowing a deep, healthy pink. She feels invincible. She feels like a star.