Chapter 10: Bathhouse Revelations

The bathhouse stood at the edge of the village, a sanctuary of calm and comfort. The structure was simple yet elegant, built from weathered stone and dark wood, with steam curling up from the eaves, hinting at the warmth within. The entrance opened into a spacious atrium filled with soft lantern light and the faint scent of lavender.

Seraphina led us inside, her serene presence putting us at ease. "This is the village's communal bathhouse," she explained. "It's a place to cleanse the body and spirit. I'll head to the market to get some food and prepare a meal for us. Enjoy your time here."

As she left, the rest of us looked around, taking in the tranquil atmosphere. The bathhouse was divided into two large rooms, one for males and the other for females. The bathing pools were separated by a thick wall, each side offering a sense of privacy while still fostering a communal experience.

Grommash grunted in approval. "I'll be in the male's room if you need me." He disappeared through the door, leaving Elara and me to head into the female side.

The female bathing room was an oasis. Warm steam rose from a large pool in the center, fed by natural hot springs. The walls were lined with benches and shelves holding soft towels and fragrant soaps. The floor was smooth stone, slightly warm to the touch, and the air was filled with the soothing sound of gently flowing water.

I sighed in relief. It had been too long since I'd had the chance to clean up properly. I slipped off my boots and cloak, feeling the tension begin to melt away. As I pulled off my shirt, revealing my breasts, I felt a sense of freedom and vulnerability. I slid down my tight pants, stepping out of them to stand completely nude.

Elara's eyes roamed over my body, her gaze intense and appreciative. From behind, she moved closer, her fingers trailing up my spine from my lower back to my shoulders. The unexpected touch sent a shiver through me, and I gasped, caught off guard by the sudden rush of dirty thoughts that flooded my mind.

"Elara..." I started, but the words died on my lips as her hands moved around to my waist, sliding up to cup my breasts. Her touch was both tender and possessive, sending waves of pleasure through me. She pressed her nude body against mine, her breath hot on my neck.

"I've been waiting for a moment alone with you," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I want to show you how impure I can be."

Her fingers trailed down from my breasts to my thighs, and I felt my own juices begin to flow, the yearning in my body becoming unbearable. I finally lost control, turning to face her. Our breasts pressed together, and Elara's hands clasped onto my ass as I kissed her, hard and passionate.

We kissed for what felt like an eternity, our bodies entwined. When I paused to look into her eyes, Elara whispered, "Let me take care of you, princess." She bit my neck, leaving a mark, and I bit my lip, aroused beyond reason.

Elara kissed down my neck, moving lower and lower until she reached my breasts. I tangled my fingers in her hair, unable to let go as she worshipped my body with her mouth. She knelt before me, her lips and tongue driving me wild. When she finally reached my vagina, her kisses and licking pushed me over the edge. I let out a loud moan, climaxing with a force that left me breathless.

Elara licked me clean, her face messy with my juices. She stood, and we shared a deep kiss, my essence mingling between us. There was something intensely erotic about it. Finally, we slipped into the warm pool, Elara's hands cleaning me with gentle, loving strokes. I returned the favor, washing her with a rag, my fingers tracing her curves.

Once we were both clean, I led Elara out of the water. Her body, dripping wet, was a sight to behold. I guided her down to the wet cobblestone ground, lifting her leg and gazing into her eyes. "It's my turn," I said, my voice low and sultry. Kneeling above her, I slid my waist forward until our vaginas met. With one hand on her throat, I moved my hips, each motion sending waves of pleasure through both of us.

Elara bit her lip, moaning in pleasure. We continued for roughly a half hour. When she finally climaxed, her body shuddering beneath me, I felt a deep satisfaction.

A knock on the door jolted us back to reality. In a hurry, we called out, "One second!" and quickly dressed. When we opened the door, Grommash stood there, looking refreshed.

"Are you almost ready?" he asked.

"We were just finishing," I replied, as Elara added with a devious smile, "Literally."

We stepped out into the dusk, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink. Seraphina was approaching, carrying a basket of fresh food. Together, we headed to her small cottage at the village's edge, a quaint, cozy home with a thatched roof and flower-filled window boxes.

As we walked, Elara asked, "Seraphina, how did you come to live alone and be a cleric?"

Seraphina smiled softly. "I come from a long line of healers. My parents passed when I was young, and I was raised by my grandmother, who taught me everything I know. After she died, I decided to stay here and help the villagers. It's been a lonely life at times, but fulfilling."

We arrived at her cottage, a charming little home with a single story, surrounded by a garden bursting with herbs and flowers. Inside, the cottage was warm and inviting, with simple wooden furniture, colorful rugs, and shelves lined with books and potions.

Seraphina prepared a delicious meal, and we sat down to eat, the atmosphere relaxed and convivial. Over dinner, we discussed our next steps.

"We need to set a trap for my brother," I said, outlining my plan. "We'll use the village's layout to our advantage, positioning ourselves where we can ambush him and his men."

Elara and Grommash listened intently, nodding in agreement. The meal was a feast of fresh vegetables, tender meat, and fragrant herbs, and we savored every bite.

After dinner, Seraphina showed us to our sleeping arrangements. Elara and I would share the guest bedroom, Seraphina had her own room, and Grommash would sleep in the family room on the floor.

As we settled in for the night, I felt a sense of peace and readiness. We had a plan, and with my friends by my side, I felt confident we could face whatever challenges lay ahead. Tomorrow, we would prepare for Darian's arrival, but tonight, we would rest and find strength in each other.

In the quiet of the guest bedroom, Elara turned to me with a playful glint in her eyes. "You know we're sharing the bed, right?" she teased.

I smiled. "Of course."

We both stripped off our clothes, letting them fall to the floor. The cool night air kissed our bare skin as we slipped under the covers, our bodies tangling together. We kissed deeply, passionately, our hands exploring each other.

After a few minutes, Elara pulled back with a mischievous grin. "Hey, Morren, want to make this more interesting?"

My curiosity piqued, I matched her grin. "Sure. What do you have in mind?"

"You'll see," she said, slipping out of bed naked and heading to the door. She creaked it open and disappeared towards Seraphina's room. Moments later, she returned, guiding a blushing Seraphina into our room.

In her sleeping robes, Seraphina looked nervous. "I've never done something like this..." she stammered.

Elara grinned. "It's okay, honey. We'll guide you."

I stood up, surprised. "Are you a virgin?" I asked Seraphina.

Seraphina nodded, her cheeks turning even redder. Together, Elara and I slowly undressed her, revealing her petite, delicate body. She was adorable and endearing, her innocence making the moment even more exciting.

Elara placed her hands on Seraphina's shoulders, gently pushing her against the wall. Her fingers trailed down Seraphina's arms, interlacing their hands and lifting them above her head. As their bodies pressed together, Elara began kissing Seraphina passionately.

I watched, filled with a desire to corrupt Seraphina alongside Elara. My mind swirled with passionate thoughts. Elara guided Seraphina to the bed, laying her down gently. Elara and I exchanged a knowing look, grinning with shared intent.

Elara positioned herself at the bottom of the bed, her mouth descending to Seraphina's waist. She began to eat out Seraphina with expert precision. I moved to Seraphina's face, speaking softly.

"You'll need to learn how to use your tongue," I said, my voice husky with arousal.

Seraphina nodded, her voice trembling. "I'll do my best."

I straddled her face, pressing my lips to hers. "Now lick me and call me master," I commanded, riding her face with fervor.

For half an hour, the room was filled with moans and gasps of pleasure. Suddenly, a knock on the door followed by a creak startled us. Elara and I looked up to see Grommash, half-dressed in his night clothes, advancing into the room.

"Is everything okay? I heard strange sounds and wanted to—" He stopped, his face going red as he took in the scene.

"Oh..." he mumbled, starting to leave. But I stopped him. "Wait!"

Grommash hesitated. I climbed off Seraphina, looking at him with a sly grin. "You've already seen us and kind of ruined the moment. Now you'll have to pay me back somehow."

Grommash, still in shock, asked, "How would you like me to repay you?"

I replied, "Well, now that you've seen us nude, let us see you nude."

He nodded, stripping off his night clothes. His muscular body and large cock were revealed, drawing appreciative glances from all of us. We walked over, our hands exploring his warm muscles and thick cock.

Elara motioned for Grommash to the bed. He lay down nude, and we exchanged almost evil smiles. I asked Seraphina if she had any rope. She nodded and fetched some.

Seconds later, I tied Grommash's hands to the bedposts. I looked into his eyes. "You'll have to endure the night with seductive torture and abide by my every whim. You'll call me Master for the night."

Grommash agreed, and we leaned over him, licking and kissing his thick cock as he moaned in torturous pleasure. After fifteen minutes, he begged us to end his misery.

I leaned close to his face, making him beg more. Then I agreed, moving my waist over his face and riding him with my wet vagina. Elara and Seraphina took turns riding his cock for an hour until he finished, his waist a wet mess.

Grommash, relieved, thought it was over, but we quickly told him it wasn't. Elara slid him back into her, insisting he wasn't done until we all were. Grommash, sweaty and exhausted, almost regretted coming into the room.

The ladies used him for another hour before we all passed out on him, still tied to the bed. We cuddled him, and he, too, fell asleep, exhausted but satisfied.