Chapter 116: The Pleasures Of Being Bathed By Your Lord [Bonus Chapter]
Standing in the main foyer, holding her clipboard and looking as spotless and perfect as ever, was Aeliana.
The Arcanist took one look at the three of them... covered in grime, smelling like sulfur, even barely able to stand up straight and her pointed ears twitched in concern.
"Welcome back, Lord Sy," Aeliana greeted softly, stepping forward. "The perimeter remained secure. Are you... injured?"
"Just exhausted, Aeli," Silas grunted, unbuckling his heavy weapon belt and handing the new swords to her for storage. "Do me a massive favor. Go find Kaelia in the kitchens and tell her to roast a lot of Umbral Wolf meat we have and bring it to the master suite. All of us are starving."
Aeliana hugged the swords to her chest with her eyes glowing. "At once, Lord Sy. I will bring a feast."
She bowed and hurried off toward the kitchen wing.
Silas turned to the two women standing next to him. "Bath... Now..."
Neither of them argued. They trudged up the stone stairs to the master suite on the second floor.
Unlike the massive hot springs located on the roof of the Warlord’s Barracks where the troops bathed, the main Keep had its own private bathing chamber attached to Silas’s bedroom.
It was a wide enclosed room made of smooth polished gray slate.
In the center of the floor sat a massive, deep circular tub carved out of a single piece of aromatic cedar wood.
The tub was permanently enchanted with basic thermal runes.
The water inside was always crystal clear, steaming hot, and smelled of pine and mountain minerals.
Silas closed the heavy wooden door behind them. The room was instantly filled with the thick steam rolling off the hot water.
He walked over to the wooden shelves, intending to grab a few thick towels and let the girls have the room to themselves.
But before he even touched a towel, the wet heavy sound of fabric peeling against skin filled the quiet room.
Silas looked over his shoulder.
Morwenna and Eluned weren’t waiting for him to leave... They were too tired and too filthy to care about modesty...
Morwenna was fighting a losing battle against the skin-tight canvas mining trousers Thora had forced her into.
Because she was drenched in sweat, the thick fabric was practically glued to her muscular thighs.
The pirate queen cursed under her breath, aggressively shoving the dark canvas down over her hips and stepping out of her boots.
Silas froze, his eyes catching the sight despite his best intentions.
Morwenna was built like a brick house...
Centuries of high-speed combat had sculpted her body into a masterpiece of raw power.
Her pale skin was toned and thick with muscle, marked with a few silvery scars across her ribs and waist from battles.
Her breasts were incredibly heavy, spilling out as she unbuckled the cropped leather halter top and tossed it carelessly onto the wet floor tiles.
Right next to her, Eluned was infinitely more graceful, but just as exposed.
The Goddess of Nature pulled her soaked canvas shirt over her head.
Her body was the exact opposite of the pirate’s. Eluned was slender, flawless, and pristine.
Her curves were soft but firm, her pale skin glowing with a natural divine luminescence in the steamy light of the bathroom.
Her waist was impossibly narrow, flaring out into perfectly sculpted hips.
’Thora is a menace to society...’ Silas’s inner thoughts supplied bluntly as he stared at the two naked SSS-rank women standing in his bathroom. ’But I really need to give that dwarf a raise.’
He cleared his throat, trying to retain some shred of Lord professionalism. He grabbed a towel.
"I’ll... go grab a drink in the other room," Silas muttered, turning back toward the heavy wooden door. "You two wash up first and take your time."
He took one step toward the exit.
A soft wet hand reached out and wrapped firmly around his fingers.
Silas stopped.
He looked down. Eluned was standing right next to him, completely bare, holding his hand. She squeezed his fingers gently, her glowing green eyes looking up at him through her messy sweat-soaked silver bangs.
"Please don’t go, my Lord," Eluned whispered, her voice surprisingly vulnerable.
She stepped closer, letting the soft weight of her bare breasts brush lightly against his dirty canvas shirt.
"I feel so gross and covered in soot. My arms are too tired to even lift a sponge. Bathe me... like you usually do."
Before Silas could agree, Morwenna let out a loud mocking scoff from the edge of the cedar tub.
The pirate queen leaned back against the warm wood, crossing her thick arms under her heavy chest, completely unashamed of her nakedness.
"You are such a massive baby, weed," Morwenna sneered with her raspy voice echoing off the walls. "You claim to be a divine being, but you can’t even scrub your own back after a few hours of hitting a rock? Pathetic."
Eluned didn’t yell back.
The exhaustion from the forge had drained away her usual fiery arrogance.
She just looked down at the floor, her pointed ears drooping slightly as a soft pink blush spread across her pale cheeks.
"I don’t mind being called a baby," Eluned murmured shyly, rubbing her thumb over Silas’s knuckles. "Not if it means I get to be cared for by my Love."
Morwenna’s mocking grin instantly vanished.
Her thick eyebrows pulled together with her stormy gray eyes narrowing as a fierce, sudden spike of competitive jealousy hit her square in the chest.
Watching the Goddess act soft and vulnerable to secure Silas’s attention triggered every single instinct the pirate possessed.
"Fine," Morwenna demanded loudly, pushing herself off the edge of the tub and stepping right up to Silas’s other side.
She placed her hands on her wide hips. "If you’re washing the houseplant, Captain, then I request to be bathed as well. My shoulders are sore so don’t leave me out."
Eluned’s head snapped up, her green eyes flashing.
"Absolutely not! This is a private intimate ritual between a Lord and his primary Hero! You can wash yourself with a bucket in the corner, you filthy trench-rat!"
"I won the spar yesterday!" Morwenna roared back, stepping closer. "I get main bed privileges, and that means I get bath privileges too!"
Silas let out a long sigh that seemed to carry the weight of his entire existence.
He didn’t want to break up another screaming match.
"Fine," Silas interrupted, pulling his hand away from Eluned and reaching down to grab the hem of his dirty canvas shirt. "Both of you... Get in the water..."
The two women immediately stopped bickering.
They shot each other victorious toxic glares before turning and gracefully sliding over the edge of the large cedar tub, sinking down into the steaming hot water with matching groans of pure relief.
Silas stripped off his ruined shirt and kicked his heavy boots and trousers into the corner.
He grabbed a small wooden stool, a fresh sea-sponge, and a block of sweet-smelling lavender soap from the shelf, and walked over to the edge of the tub.
He sat down behind Eluned.
The Goddess was submerged up to her collarbones with her knees pulled up slightly, leaning her back against the smooth curve of the wood.
"Hold still Elu..."
Silas dipped the sponge into the hot water, rubbed the soap into a thick slick lather, and began to work.
He started with her hair.
He gently gathered the heavy soot-stained silver locks into his hands, massaging the hot soapy water directly into her scalp.
His calloused fingers worked out the knots and the rock dust, applying a firm but gentle pressure.
Eluned instantly melted.
Her head fell straight back against his stomach with her glowing green eyes fluttering shut as a soft breathy sigh escaped her lips.
"That feels incredible, my Lord..." she whispered with her tense shoulders dropping under the water.
Silas rinsed the suds from her hair, then moved the sponge down to her back.
He washed the soot from her slender shoulders, running the slick soap down the curve of her spine.
Her skin was impossibly smooth and completely flawless under his touch.
He moved to her front. He gently washed her collarbones, then moved his hands down to lather the soft, pristine curves of her breasts.
Normally, whenever he bathed Eluned in the hot springs, this was where her divine modesty kicked in.
She would usually cross her arms, blush furiously, and insist that he didn’t need to go any lower but tonight was different.
The intense heat of the forge, combined with the sheer exhaustion of her muscles and the burning rivalry of having the pirate queen sitting directly across from her in the same tub, had completely shattered her inhibitions.
As Silas moved to pull the sponge away, Eluned reached under the water. She grabbed both of his wrists with her soft hands.
She didn’t push him away.
She slowly pulled his hands down beneath the surface of the steaming water, pressing his palms flat against her flat stomach.
Silas blinked with his brain stalling for a second. "Eluned?"
Eluned shifted her hips slightly, spreading her slender legs wider under the water to give him clear access.
She looked up at him over her shoulder as her face was flushed a deep hot shade of crimson.
"I... I feel quite stressed down there, my Lord," Eluned whispered. "The forge was so hot. Please... wash me properly."
Silas wasn’t going to argue with that kind of logic.
He shifted on the wooden stool, leaning forward slightly. He took the soapy sponge and moved his hand directly between her thighs.
The water was hot, but her skin was hotter.
As Silas began to gently wash her most intimate curves, applying a slow deliberate pressure with his calloused fingers through the slick lather of the soap, Eluned’s entire body went rigid.
She threw her head back against his chest, biting her bottom lip hard.
"Ah~" a tiny breathy moan escaped her mouth.
Silas kept his focus, his own heart rate picking up as the tension in the small steamy room skyrocketed.
He moved his fingers slowly, washing away the sweat from the forge, finding the slick sensitive bundle of nerves hidden beneath the water. He rubbed his thumb in a slow circular rhythm.
’This isn’t even bathing anymore...’
Eluned couldn’t hold back. Her hands gripped the wooden rim of the tub so hard her knuckles turned white.
"Mmnn... my Lord~ Right there~" she whimpered with her hips involuntarily bucking upward off the bottom of the tub, pressing herself harder against his moving hand.
Her moans grew louder, echoing wetly in the enclosed slate room. The sound was incredibly sweet, a helpless, high-pitched vocalization of pure divine pleasure.
Silas kept the rhythm going for another minute, letting her ride the edge of the tension, before finally pulling the sponge away and using a bucket of clean hot water to rinse the soap from her trembling body.
"You’re clean..." Silas said. "You can step out, Eluned."
The Goddess was panting heavily with her face completely red.
She nodded weakly, too overwhelmed by the sensation to form a coherent sentence, and slumped against the side of the tub, wrapping her arms around her chest.
Across the tub, Morwenna was staring.
The pirate queen had been sitting completely still in the hot water, watching the entire exchange with wide stormy gray eyes.
Morwenna was centuries old.
She was the Scourge of the Astral Seas.
She had commanded armadas, butchered sea krakens, and burned merchant fleets to the waterline.
On her pirate ships, she had seen her crew engage in something the mortals called ’Sex’.
She had seen them tangled together in the dark hammocks below deck, grunting and sweating but Morwenna had never understood it.
She was a weapon...
She lived for violence, the clash of steel, and the taste of blood in the water. Intimacy, pleasure, the soft vulnerability of a lover’s touch... it was a completely alien language to her.
Until right now.
Watching the arrogant untouchable Goddess of Nature completely break down into a whimpering moaning mess just from the Lord’s fingers had awakened a deep curiosity inside the pirate’s chest.
’I want to know what that feels like,’ Morwenna thought with her heart slamming against her ribs.
