Master is great! But Celeste...

I stumbled over my words for a moment, mind and mouth in disarray.

"That's! Uhm. Master is beautiful! I l-l-love him..." My eyes searched the bathroom, as if the right words were hiding under the tile or inside a faucet. "He's, he's— my Master."

Celeste put a hand on my shoulder. "Of course, Master is Master. We all love him."

She pulled me into an embrace, cradling my head into the crook of her neck. For a moment, all I could think of was the scent of her hair, the comforting feel of her arms around my back, and the warmth of her breasts on mine. Surely, she felt the way my pulse quickened like a panicked rabbit and my nipples pebbled into little nubs against the underside of her bosom. But she didn't let go.

"That hardly answered my question, you know." She practically purred into my ear, undoing my braid with dexterity. "At least, not with the words you said."

I whined a little deep in my throat. "Yes! I find you very attractive, Sister. You're gorgeous, all the sisters are, but you in particular are..." Radiant? Celestial? Divine?

"Thank you, Iris, you are a match for any of us— you wouldn't be one of Master's treasures otherwise! And worry not, you are far from the only sister to enjoy the finer sex. Beautiful angels instead of handsome devils, as the saying goes." Celeste pressed her lips to my forehead then pulled back to smile at me, a sad look in her eyes. "Do you enjoy the Master's attentions?"

Did I? "I do... Of course I do! Master is wonderful."

"Hmm. Was he your first man?"

Ah. "...yes? I kissed a boy once? But it was neither pleasant nor bad. The Master is good, great, especially with his tongue and fingers, and I love how it feels when he holds me in his arms as we drift to sleep." I gasped as a skilled hand cupped my nethers. The fingers slender and smooth, not strong and slightly rough like Master's. Better, I couldn't help but think.

Celeste hummed again, her fingers finding my every weak spot. "And when he uses his manhood? Do you enjoy that?" Two fingers delved deep and curled back as they slowly drew back out.

"I... Ah!" I melted into her touch as her thumb toyed with my clit. "I enjoy it." It wasn't a lie, despite the way the words felt. "He's gentle and kind with me, especially that first time. But..."

Celeste hummed as she continued pleasuring me, holding me up when my legs nearly gave out from her ministrations. "But you much prefer the company of your sisters. I see."

"Yes, I do..." Admitting it felt good, relieving. "I love the Master, but I love you and the others more."

She went silent, guiding me into the bathing area and turning on the magical device called a shower. We stood under the warm water arm-in-arm, rinsing off as I recovered my thoughts and the full use of my legs.

The sight of Celeste's perfect skin under the spraying water and her hair pouring over her shoulders to decorate her breasts in ribbons of gold broughty my lust roaring back. I stared for a moment longer, then reached for her hair, combing my fingers through it, marveling at the softness.

A few minutes later, Celeste sighed and turned the spray off. "It's too soon to wash my hair with soap, the Lady's potion made sure of that. Allow me to wash your hair, Iris."

"Thank you, sister." Again, I savored the sensation of her fingers on my scalp and lathering the soap into my hair, her whispered voice filling my thoughts until I was floating.

"Ah, your hair is so beautiful Iris, it's a shame you always have it bound up in the braid." She murmured, then must have sensed the way I shifted uncomfortably, because she continued. "Don't misunderstand, your braid suits you and your work as a gardener very well, I just think you could do something more with it— try a more complicated braid? Leave more of it loose to frame your face?"

"It's the only braid my brother knew how to do, and it's what he taught me..."

"Oh." Celeste paused. "Well, once we're done here, I'll teach you several styles of braiding! You can decide which you prefer, maybe your current style will be the one most fitting, your brother sounds like a wise young man."

"He is..." Thinking of my brother was hard. As if there was a dense fog around my memories of him. When was the last time I had spoken with him? Before I found the Castle surely.

How... How had I found myself here? There was something...

"Oh, silly me." Celeste laughed, the musical sound pulling me out of my thoughts once again. "I requested you to attend me, and here I am fussing over you." Her voice trailed into an amused muttering as she began rinsing my hair of soap. "Seems the Lady's potion didn't restore all of my youth. I'm like a mother hen."

I smiled and turned in her arms, my hands falling around her hips naturally, like they were meant to be there. "Then allow me to attend to you properly, Sister."

Celeste looked down, face serene and fond as I dropped to my knees, kissing and licking my way down her perfect body. She sighed, fingers once again combing through my hair, her head fell back as she moaned.