a dirty bath for three

Aether took his time crossing the short stretch of steaming water.

The wait clearly hurt; her thighs trembled and her breathing stayed shallow and needy, yet she never shifted, never reached back to touch herself again, never voiced a single complaint. Obedience had been burned into her too thoroughly for that. When he finally stood behind her she looked over one shoulder with an expression of pure, wide-open want, lips parted, eyes glassy, the perfect picture of a well-trained pet who had been told to present and was still presenting.

He let the head of his cock rest against her swollen, dripping folds and gave it a few slow, deliberate slaps. Soft, wet impacts that made her flinch and whimper each time. The teasing was pure indulgence; he had no real reason to make her wait longer except the quiet pleasure of watching his broken knight suffer so prettily for him. Eula took every second of it with gritted gratitude, hips twitching forward in tiny, aborted movements she immediately corrected.

When he finally pushed in, her voice broke on a long, thankful moan.

He fucked her the way she had been trained to need — deep, steady, relentless strokes that bottomed out against her cervix on every thrust. The positions came back one after another, chosen with deliberate nostalgia. He pulled her up into the same mating press that had once made her cry and squirt across his sheets during her first long night of breaking. He turned her onto her side and hooked her knee high the way he had when he first taught her to thank him after every orgasm.

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He put her on her hands and knees and drove into her hard enough that her arms gave out, exactly as they had in the early days when her pride still tried to fight the pleasure. Each familiar angle dragged the same helpless, squirting responses out of her that he remembered from those long training sessions; Eula came undone around him again and again, loud and grateful, the bimbo knight fully restored to her proper place.

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He had her riding him in the steaming water, her hands braced on his chest, tits bouncing with every downward slap of her hips, when Amber reappeared.

The scout had recovered with the same absurd speed that years of hilichurl use had drilled into her. One moment she was still slumped and dripping on the stone; the next she was kneeling behind Eula, pressing up against the other woman’s back, reaching around to cup and squeeze the knight’s breasts while Aether continued to thrust up into her. Amber’s own freshly bred cunt rubbed against Eula’s ass as she ground forward, clearly ready for more despite the thick load still leaking out of her.

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“Couldn’t stay away,” Amber panted against Eula’s ear, grinning. “You’re taking him so well… mind if I help?”

The three of them stayed locked together in the steaming water for nearly the full hour.

Aether kept Eula in reverse cowgirl, hands locked on her hips so he could thrust up into her while she leaned forward and made out with Amber in long, wet, open-mouthed kisses.

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The two women shared breath and soft, broken moans every time he drove especially deep; Amber’s fingers stayed busy between Eula’s thighs, rubbing her clit in time with his strokes until the knight came with a full-body shudder and a fresh gush of fluid that spilled around his cock. He barely slowed. A few adjustments later Amber was the one riding him, thighs flexing as she sank down again and again, while Eula straddled his face and ground her freshly fucked, cum-filled pussy against his mouth. The two Mondstadt girls kept kissing above him, tongues sliding together, hands roaming each other’s breasts and hair, while he licked Eula clean and fucked up into Amber hard enough to make her cry out into the other woman’s mouth.

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Climaxes rolled through them in overlapping waves. Sometimes he held them still and simply ground deep until both women shook apart at the same time. Sometimes he focused on one until she collapsed forward, then switched without ever leaving the water. The private onsen filled with the wet sounds of cock and tongues and the increasingly desperate noises of two women who had waited too long and were now being given everything at once.

By the time Aether finally decided the water had pruned his skin enough he was thoroughly spent for the moment — not from exhaustion, but from the sheer volume he had already poured into both of them. He eased out, climbed from the bath, and left the two of them still tangled on the submerged stone bench. Eula and Amber had already turned fully toward each other, legs spread, mouths and fingers working between one another’s thighs in a hungry attempt to push and suck every remaining drop of his cum deeper inside. They barely noticed him leave.

He toweled off with casual efficiency and stepped back into the main area of the bungalow.

Mona and Jean were waiting exactly where he had left the possibility open — restless, clearly listening to the long hour of wet chaos from the onsen, and no longer quite as polite about the wait. Jean’s posture was still composed, but the tight line of her mouth and the way her thighs pressed together gave her away. Mona hovered a little closer to the doorway than necessary, eyes dark with impatience, the little water that had condensed on her skin from the humid air doing nothing to hide how ready she already was.