Chapter 70

I emptied the last bucket of water into the sunken tub. The new bathhouse I’d added onto the back of the keep still smelled faintly of fresh timber and earth. It wasn’t much - a polished, stone floor, wide hearth, deep basin carved into the ground - but it was ours now.

Plumbing, unfortunately, remained a distant dream. Every drop had come from the well, and with a tub this size that meant trip after trip in the bitter cold.

Outside, the world was frozen solid. The well water was cold year-round, which meant the bath, as it stood, would’ve shriveled a man’s balls on contact. I flexed my fingers, drew on my mana, and let the heat bleed into the pool. Steam rose in lazy curls. The surface trembled, then settled into a welcoming, rolling warmth.

Since the Interstitium nearly destroyed me, magic felt a little different - closer. I didn’t need song for the small things anymore. Just will.

The hearth crackled behind me as I stripped down. Ashlara’s head appeared in the doorway, dark hair tousled, eyes curious about the new room.

“Care to join me?” I asked, standing there in nothing but my underwear.

She flushed instantly - deep green skin darkening along her cheeks. Her gaze darted around as if checking for witnesses, then she slipped inside and shut the door.

I grinned and let the last scrap of fabric fall.

Her eyes dropped. My cock hung half-hard from the heat and anticipation, and she stared like she’d forgotten how breathing worked. I let her look. It was nice to be appreciated. Then I stepped into the water.

It was hot - borderline scalding for anyone else - but I barely felt it. I sank under, surfaced, slicked my hair back, and leaned against the stone edge.

That broke her trance.

Ashlara stripped slowly. Boots first. Jerkin. Pants. She unwound the tight binding from her chest and let her breasts spill free - full, heavy, scarred with faint lines from old battles. She pushed her underwear down her powerful thighs and stepped toward the tub, one leg at a time.

Even after our intimacy, she tried to hide herself - one arm crossing her chest, the other low between her legs. She grimaced when the water touched her skin, but then she lowered herself in.

Up close, the contrast between us was intoxicating. She was tall - nearly six-three - broad-shouldered and thick through the hips. Olive-green skin mapped with tattoos and ritual scars. Muscles defined from years of war. A dark, coarse patch between her legs that only emphasized how primal she looked.

She slid toward me, cheeks flushed, dark eyes shy.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.

She melted instantly.

Those long, powerful legs curled around my waist, trapping my now-hard cock between us. Her heat pressed against me as we kissed deeper, harder. I kneaded her breasts, thumbs brushing over dark green nipples that hardened beneath my touch.

She moaned into my mouth - low and husky.

Her hips tilted, grinding her velvety folds along my shaft. The friction was slow at first, exploratory. Then more deliberate. My cock throbbed between us.

The door softly clicked open.

“Is this a private party,” Mirri’s amused voice chimed, “or can anyone join?”

Ashlara practically leapt out of her skin. She scrambled back, curling in on herself, face burning a darker shade of red than I’d ever seen.

“M-Mirri! It’s not-”

“Relax, girl,” Mirri laughed, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “I know you two are fuckin’. We talked about it last night, if you’ll remember. I just wanted to see if you two wanted company.”

Ashlara stared at the water like it might swallow her.

I slid closer and wrapped my arms around her again. “How about it?” I asked her. “If you want me all to myself, I’m sure Mirri will understand.” Her dark eyes flicked to mine for a moment. “Do you want Mirri to leave?” I asked softly.

Her dark eyes flicked to mine. A tiny shake of her head.

Mirri grinned like she’d won a prize. She was naked in seconds. Unlike Ashlara’s careful undressing, Mirri shed her clothes like a dare. Small, lithe, and utterly unselfconscious.

Where Ashlara was statuesque and imposing, Mirri was compact and sleek. Barely four-foot-two, her light gray skin was flawless and smooth. Narrow hips. Small, pert breasts tipped with smokey nipples. And between her thighs - nothing but smooth skin framing glistening lips already slick with anticipation.

She splashed into the tub and swam toward us, wrapping herself around Ashlara.

“You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed,” she teased, kissing the warrior’s shoulder.

I gathered them both into my arms.

The contrast between them made my head spin. Ashlara all muscle and scars and dark hair almost too long to be a pixie cut. Mirri soft and sleek, long black hair spilling to her shoulder blades.

Beauty in two entirely different forms.

I kissed Mirri first - quick, hungry. Then I tilted Ashlara’s chin up and claimed her mouth again. She was stiff at first, unsure, but when I slid behind her and cupped her breasts from beneath, she gasped.

Mirri darted forward and kissed her.

Ashlara froze.

I pinched her nipples.

She squealed - and wrapped her arms around Mirri, pushing her tongue deep into the goblin’s mouth.

They broke apart gasping.

“I love bath time,” Mirri panted before diving back in.

Their bodies pressed together, grinding, slick skin sliding on slick skin. I could feel how close the green warrior was, heard it in each groan as I lavished her breasts with affection. Mirri could too. I lavished Ashlara’s neck and shoulders with kisses while Mirri’s hand disappeared beneath the water.

Ashlara’s hips bucked violently.

A long, guttural groan tore from her throat as Mirri worked her between her legs. She crushed Mirri against her as her orgasm hit - hard and overwhelming. Her body spasmed, muscles going slack. I tightened my grip to keep her from slipping under.

Minutes passed before she could even breathe properly again.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Mirri laughed breathlessly. “I’ve never seen someone cum that hard or that long.”

Ashlara lay limp, eyes closed, chest heaving.

“Did we break her?” Mirri asked, suddenly concerned.

“Nah,” I chuckled. “She’ll be ready to go again in a few minutes. In the meantime, I think someone needs a little attention.”

I pulled Mirri into my lap. She grabbed my cock immediately - small hand firm and confident. She stroked me twice before lifting herself and dropping down in one smooth motion.

She screamed, her arms locked around my neck as I filled her completely. I thrust upward and she shrieked again, the sound echoing off stone.

Water sloshed over the tub as I hammered into her, each thrust driving her down against my hips. My glans slammed against her womb again and again. Her cries climbed higher until her climax hit and stole her voice. She trembled, body locked tight around me.

I flexed and pulled her down harder, grinding her clit against me until she collapsed forward, kissing my chest sloppily.

Ashlara watched, dark eyes heavy with lust, hand moving slowly between her legs.

“Sit on the ledge,” I told her.

She obeyed without hesitation.

Water ran down her scarred, powerful body as she lifted herself up. Droplets clung to the dark hair between her thighs.

I lifted Mirri off me, turned her around and lowered her face between Ashlara’s legs.

Mirri didn’t hesitate - she buried herself there.

Ashlara’s head fell back with a growl as Mirri licked and sucked with enthusiasm. The orc spread her legs wider, giving the petite goblin complete access to her sex.

I lined myself up behind Mirri and thrust, burying myself to the hilt in one go.

She screamed into Ashlara. Ashlara groaned in answer.

The rhythm built quickly - my thrusts driving Mirri forward, Mirri’s tongue working Ashlara deeper. The room filled with wet sounds and breathless cries.

Ashlara came first, her deep roar shaking the walls. Mirri followed moments later, clutching Ashlara’s thighs as her body locked tight around me.

I roared and buried myself as deep as possible, spilling inside Mirri in thick pulses. My hips jerked until I’d emptied everything I had.

Mirri slid aside, still shaking. “We’re not done with you yet, stud” she breathed. “Someone still needs a dose of your baby batter.”

Ashlara lay back, flushed and open. I didn’t waste a second. I stepped up and lined myself up with her drooling lips.

She wasn’t Mirri. She was larger, stronger - but she preferred patience.

I pressed forward carefully, feeling her stretch around me. She moaned low and deep as I filled her inch by inch. She twitched each time I pierced her folds. I groped her chest and she let out small sounds - her voice low and husky. Mirri swam over and watched the place where Ashlara and I became one - her expression one of wonder and lust. Her hand snuck over and circled the orc’s clitoris. Ashlara’s abs flexed, her shoulders rising from the floor and she gave a strained groan.

Mirri gave me a mischievous look as she climbed out of the tub. She straddled Ashlara’s face before the orc knew what was happening and lowered her sex to the warrior’s mouth. Ashlara stared at Mirri’s glistening lips. Her gaze flicked to Mirri’s smirk, then back to the hairless sex in front of her. She tentatively extended her tongue. Mirri moaned as the orc gave her a long, slow lick.

The warrior gave another lick, slowly gaining confidence. Mirri squealed and ran her hands through the orc’s short hair. Ashlara wrapped her lips around Mirr’s pleasure button, causing the goblin to moan louder and grind herself on the orc’s face.

I quickened my pace as I slid in and out of Ashlara’s heavenly folds. Her abs tensed, her womb gripped me, pleasure ran down my spine and along my length. Soon I was pounding into Ashlara, each thrust slamming into her depths - a jolt of electricity hitting me each time my glans touched her cervix.

Their moans fed mine.

Mirri climaxed first - her screams suddenly cut short as she tensed, her nectar spilling over Ashlara’s mouth. The orc drank it without hesitation.

Mirri toppled to the side a moment before Ashlara’s climax overtook her. She roared, her legs locked around my hips, dragging me impossibly deep as her orgasm ripped through her. Her fingers scrabbled on the smooth floor - looking for purchase, but finding none.

I followed with a groan - painting Ashlara’s womb white with my seed. I slammed into her over and over as my orgasm set every nerve on fire.

When we were spent, the three of us lay tangled on the warm stone floor. I kissed them both - my fierce green warrior and my mischievous gray healer.

Two different kinds of beauty. And somehow, impossibly, they were both mine.