CHAPTER 30: BATHING WITH BEAUTIES (1)

"Let’s go bathe."

One of the three sisters proposed it casually, but her voice carried a sultry lilt, like she knew very well what such an innocent suggestion would turn into.

We were all sweaty and dirty, our skin glistening under the glow of the divine lamps. Dried streaks of semen plastered their thighs, their stomachs, their breasts. Marcelle’s hair was matted to her flushed face, and the sisters smelled of me—my cum was on their lips, between their thighs, across their asses. Even I could feel the stickiness across my stomach and chest, the faint crust along my shaft.

So we agreed without hesitation.

We left the massive chamber together, the wide doors swinging shut behind us.

Marcelle walked at the front, her steps slow and unsteady. Her swollen pussy still leaked heavily, fat white globes of cum rolling down her inner thighs, dripping in wet splashes onto the marble floor with every sway of her hips.

My eyes were locked on her ass. Big. Soft. Perfectly round. Each step made it jiggle, bounce, sway side to side like it was dancing only for me. Her hips rolled lazily, her gait the walk of a woman stuffed too full to even stand straight. Watching the thick ropes of my seed spill from her pussy, leaving a dirty, lewd trail along the holy palace floor, made my cock twitch angrily.

Behind her, I walked with deliberate steps. Beside me, the three sisters followed, entirely naked, their divine bodies still glowing with sweat. Stripes of dried cum clung to their tits, dribbled down their thighs, smeared across their stomachs. Their hair clung to their damp faces, their lips slightly swollen from how much they’d moaned and kissed each other earlier.

The sight of them—three goddesses shamelessly nude, painted with my filth—burned into me.

We arrived at the palace bath.

It was enormous. A chamber carved entirely from white stone, polished until the walls shone with the faint reflections of steam. The ceilings arched high, covered in murals painted in gold leaf—heroes slaying monsters, gods descending, armies kneeling. Between the murals, faint light poured through stained glass, coloring the air.

Steam rolled thick across the floor, curling around our ankles. At the center of the chamber lay a pool of warm water so massive it could have held a battalion. Its surface glimmered like molten crystal, disturbed by the constant streams of water spilling from the mouths of marble angels perched along the edges. The sound of the fountains blended with the soft hum of the palace, creating a tranquil backdrop.

Marcelle walked straight to the pool, her toes dipping in, her thighs trembling. She stepped inside with a soft gasp, the water lapping at her pale legs, then her waist. Finally, she sank down, moaning as the heat enveloped her.

Almost instantly, the water around her thighs clouded white. My seed poured out of her swollen pussy, dissolving into the pool, curling in milky ribbons through the clear water.

I followed her in, the heat washing over me as I slid closer. Steam rose between us as I pressed myself to her back, my arms looping around her waist, my chest pressed against her soft, slippery skin.

"I made you dirty," I whispered against her ear, my lips brushing her flushed cheek. "So I’ll be the one to clean you."

She shivered in my grasp, her face red. "...Yes, Raj. Please clean me."

I smiled, lowering my palm to her flat stomach. I pressed firmly.

Her body jolted, her eyes going wide, her lips parting.

"Ahhhhhh~!" Her scream echoed across the marble chamber as hot cum gushed violently out of her pussy in thick bursts. It shot out into the water, mixing instantly, staining it white around us.

Her hands clung desperately to my arm. "Ahhhhhhhnnnn~! Don’t press me there—it’s too much!"

"I have to. You’re overflowing," I told her, and pressed harder.

More cum squirted out in obscene gushes, pouring from her slit like I was milking her body. The creamy ropes curled up through the water, floating visibly in the steam.

Her legs kicked weakly under the surface, her thighs spreading as her body trembled against me.

I massaged her belly, kneading her womb from the outside, forcing every spurt out of her. Her head fell back onto my shoulder, her mouth open, moaning like a broken slut as her pussy poured into the pool.

I let my fingers slide down, parting her swollen pussy lips under the water. I rinsed her, but my thumb circled her clit with precision. She gasped, her back arching, her body twitching violently in my arms.

"Raj... y-you’re not cleaning me..." she whimpered, her voice cracking. "...you’re playing with me..."

"I’m doing both," I whispered darkly, biting her ear.

Her moans bounced off the marble walls, echoing loud and lewd.

My hands moved higher, scrubbing her breasts roughly, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they stood rock hard. I kneaded her ass underwater, spreading her cheeks apart and running my fingers deep. She jerked with every squeeze, her moans growing filthier.

I bit her shoulder hard enough to leave marks, sucking her skin until it reddened. My cock, hard and twitching again, slid along her inner thigh under the water, smearing precum across her smooth skin.

Marcelle’s breathing turned ragged. "Raj... if this is cleaning... then... then I always to be cleaned like this..."

Her words pushed me into overdrive.

I pushed her against the edge of the pool, her chest pressing against the warm stone lip. My hands shoved her thighs apart, my cock sliding between them. I pressed against her pussy under the water, teasing her swollen entrance.

She moaned, twisting her head back to look at me. "Do it... clean me inside too..."

I thrust.

The water splashed violently as my cock spread her open again, sliding back into her flooded, twitching cunt. Cum burst out around my shaft, rising in cloudy swirls to the surface.

Her scream echoed sharp and high. "Ahhhhhhnnnnn~! Raj! You’re... you’re filling me again!"

The water churned around us, our bodies colliding under the surface. I fucked her against the pool’s edge, the marble cold against her tits as my cock hammered her soaked hole. Every thrust pushed out more cum, turning the clear bath into a filthy storm.

Her voice shook, desperate, weak. "Raj—clean me harder... don’t stop until I’m spotless..."

I pounded her deeper, my chest pressed against her back, my hands clutching her breasts, my mouth biting her neck. The pool echoed with the wet slap of water, her moans, and the obscene churn of my cock inside her.

She was mine.

I was "cleaning" her, but all I did was make her filthier.