CHAPTER 93: THE NOBLE SPA EXPERIENCE

The bathhouse doors swing open with a flourish, and the three noble daughters burst inside in a fit of giggles.

"He’s really coming with us?" the eldest, Alirelle, gasps, practically bouncing on her toes.

"Oh, he’s not just coming," the middle sister, Thalina, snickers. "He’s going to make us come...pletely relaxed."

The youngest, Nymira, clutches her towel to her chest and squeals, "I’ve waited forever for this!"

Pip follows behind them, strutting in like a golden champion, joints freshly oiled, his body gleaming with magical polish. He lets out a modest beep, arms open, as if asking ’Where would you like me to start?’.

The daughters swoon in unison.

"This is going to be the best bath of my life," Alirelle declares, already shedding her robe as she dips a toe into the steamy pool.

Thalina joins her, sashaying toward the water, letting her towel fall away with a casual toss. "I’ve heard rumors," she purrs, "that he can... cleanse the soul."

Nymira claps her hands with glee, then quickly slips out of her towel and slides into the water, staring at Pip like he’s the crown jewel of the royal treasury. "I’m ready to be spiritually exfoliated."

Pip beeps again, something smooth and suave, and steps into the water, steam rising around his frame like a fog of mystery and promise. He settles in, letting the warmth cascade over his polished frame. Then, with a little twirl of his hand, the water around him glows faintly green. Flowers bloom on the surface. The bathhouse reacts to him like nature itself can’t help but be charmed.

The sisters shriek.

"Did you see that?!" Thalina squeals.

"He made the water bloom," Alirelle breathes.

"I’m going to marry him," Nymira declares.

Pip lets out a flirtatious whistle and gestures for them to come closer.

"Oh, he’s bold," Alirelle grins. "I like bold."

They surround him instantly.

"Did you choose us?" Nymira whispers, sliding her hands over his arms. "Was it fate?"

He lets out a thoughtful whistle, followed by a soft pulse of emotion that washes over them. Fondness, appreciation, amusement... and something deeper.

All three sisters melt into sighs.

"I think he said yes," Alirelle says dreamily. "I think he likes us."

"He loves us," Nymira corrects. "I can feel it. He loves all women."

"Saint Pip," Thalina murmurs. "Patron of pleasure. Giver of glow."

Pip chuckles, a quick series of beeps that sends bubbles rising to the surface. Then, with a practiced flourish, he lifts his hands and gestures grandly. The waters shimmer again, heat swirling around the four of them.

The daughters fall back, arms splayed along the edge of the pool, sighing in delight.

"This isn’t a bath," Alirelle moans. "It’s a religious experience."

"Someone write a hymn," Thalina mutters. "We need to sing about this."

Pip beeps cheekily and splashes a little water at them. Alirelle pounces in response.

"Spa time is cuddle time!" she declares.

The others follow suit, and within moments, Pip is buried beneath a pile of giggling noble daughters. They run their fingers over his chest plate, massage his shoulders, press kisses to his faceplate, and generally make it very clear they are fans of divine constructs with a gentle touch and a glowing pelvic port.

Thalina presses herself against his back, her slick breasts sliding over his shoulders. "Thank you for this opportunity, Prince." she purred, reaching around to stroke his emerging shaft.

It responds eagerly to her touch, a low whirring sound emanating from within as it reaches its full length and girth. Alirelle, watches with wide eyes before joining in, wrapping her small hand around his length with her sister’s.

Together they stroke and fondle him, marveling at the heat radiating from his body despite his mechanical nature. Nymira, never one to be left out, moved in with parted lips, licking and smothering it in kisses.

They explored every inch of him with lips and tongues and questing fingers, mapping the curves and planes of his mechanical body.

He returned their affections with diligent enthusiasm, his beeps and whistles growing more urgent by the moment.

Thalina guided him to lay back against the edge of the bath, positioning herself over his glowing member. With a giggle then a groan, she sank down onto him, her tight heat wrapping around his hardness.

"Oh gods!" she gasped. "He’s... peeeeeeeeerfect."

She groans and squeaks as she timidly takes his full length.

"He’s... sooooo... uuuugggghhh..." she mutters before her eyes fall back.

Then she rides him with increasing fervor as the others watch, entranced and envious.

Nymira soon takes her place on his lap, impaling herself with twirling eyes and a cry of ecstasy.

Pip is in heaven, his sensors overwhelmed with pleasure as he loses himself in the exquisitely sensual sensations.

The bathhouse echoes with wet slurps and feminine moans as the women take turns mounting him.

Alirelle then kneels before him, letting the warm glow of his pelvic port wash over her face as she takes his slick shaft into her mouth with a grin.

"You think he’s actually enjoying this?" Thalina asks her youngest sister slobbers over Pip’s pelvis.

"Just look at him." Nymira chuckles. "You telling me that’s not the happiest little sex-golem you’ve ever seen?"

Pip eyes sockets flicker as soft puffs of steam jet from his hips and he answers with a soft, appreciative beep.

Alirelle releases him with a wet plop, and looks up at Pip, her eyes glowing with joy.

"Why does he taste so damn good?" she pants as she huffs for breath, "Like strawberries dipped in happiness."

"Ooooh, let me try." Nymira says before nudging Alirelle aside.

"Mmmmhmmm." she mumbles, her mouth full of metal, "Ahh wuuuv eeet."

"Hurry up!" Thalina groans as she rubs her thighs together, biting her lip as she watches her sisters bask in the glow of Pip’s manhood. Their mouths, hands and hips taking turns as each melts over his member.

"Enough!" Thalina snaps, tossing her sisters aside and grabbing Pip’s hand. "My turn!"

She bends over the edge of the bath, thighs parted, eyes already crossed in anticipation of the mind-melting pleasure Pip is about to deliver.

"Hard. Fast. Everything." Thalina whispers over her shoulder.

He proceeds to pound into her with relentless stamina, before continuing to give each sister the ride of her life. They climax again and again, their bodies quivering and shaking as wave after wave of overwhelmingly powerful orgasms crash over them as the sounds of their satisfaction echoes through the marbled chamber.

Eventually, they each slither out of the water, lying naked across the smooth, heated tiles of the bathhouse floor like lazy cats. Pip steps out and kneels down among them, checking on each with soft beeps and thought waves full of affection and joy.

Alirelle groans, "I-I can’t move."

"Physically dehydrated," Thalina mumbles. "But spiritually thriving."

"I think I’m leaking glitter from my soul," Nymira adds, eyes rolling back.

Pip lets out a whistle of concern and moves to stand, but Alirelle grabs his wrist.

"No no no," she gasps. "Don’t leave. Just stay. Forever. Be our golden husband."

"We’ll build you a shrine," Thalina mumbles. "A sexy, steamy shrine."

"We’ll worship you three times a day," Nymira promises. "Maybe four on weekends."

Pip whistles in amusement and sends out a wave of pure, euphoric gratitude.

The women all sigh dreamily.

Then, the doors creak open.

And the team appears.

Vuvi leads, followed by Veena, Sera, Lula, Penelo, and Zora, who is immediately clutching his chest and groaning in mock agony.

"Oh no," Zora says. "They’ve ascended without me."

Veena blinks. "Are they... alive?"

"Barely," Vuvi deadpans. "Looks like Pip did his job."

Penelo and Lula are already running forward. "Pip!" they yell in unison, diving into his arms.

"Did they break you?" Lula asks, inspecting his joints.

"Did you break them?" Penelo gasps as she stares at three naked women splayed across the floor wearing dopey grins.

Pip beeps proudly.

"Oh, he’s fine," Sera smirks. "He’s just smug."

Alirelle lifts a hand and waves. "Hi guys," she calls. "We had a very... enlightening bath."

"Life-changing," Thalina adds.

"Bone-melting," Nymira finishes, face still buried in a towel.

Zora walks up slowly, eyes wide. "Pip," he says softly, "I’m not even mad. I’m just impressed."

Vuvi crosses her arms. "Okay, okay. You got your thank-you spa session. We’re leaving in the morning. Everyone needs to actually sleep tonight."

"Can’t move," Alirelle replies.

"Can Pip carry me to bed?" Nymira mumbles.

"No more Pip!" Vuvi barks.

Pip beeps sadly.

"No, you hush, mister!" she says, poking his chest. "You’ve done enough damage today."

Sera pats Pip on the head. "Don’t listen to her. You did beautifully."

"Pip’s a hero," Penelo nods.

"A legend," Lula sighs.

"A god," Zora says, already sketching something in a notebook.

Pip gives a long, modest beep and flashes them a little bow. The noble daughters attempt a round of applause, but it comes out more like weak clapping and incoherent giggles.

Vuvi sighs. "Alright. Everybody out of the bathhouse. Towels on. Legs working. Let’s go."

Groans echo across the floor.

Sera laughs, slinging an arm around Pip’s shoulders. "You heard her, hero. Let’s get you back to bed before someone tries to snatch you for another round."

Pip lets out one final whistle as the team slowly helps each other out of the bathhouse.

As they walk away, Alirelle calls after them. "My Prince! You’re welcome here anytime!"

"We love you!" Nymira adds.

"Come ruin us again!" Thalina finishes with a wave and a wink.

Pip gives a triumphant beep before blowing them a little kiss of steam.