Chapter 105 Bath.

It was going to take Ava two baths to clean off all the paint.

After the first, she climbed out of the tub and drained the green water, only to realize she had missed several spots and her hair was still rather tinted.

She began to fill the tub up again.

As she waited for the bath to heat up, she padded naked into her bedroom for a fresh towel.

She bent over, searching for a clean one in the dresser beside her bed.

As she did so, she had the sudden, spine-tingling feeling that someone was watching her and admiring her backside.

"Who’s there?" she cried, turning around and pulling the towel against her breasts.

She found herself facing the shelf across the small bedroom.

There was no one there at all, but she could not get over the feeling of being watched.

Her eyes were drawn to the strange sculpture.

Before she realized what she was doing she had walked over to the shelf and picked it up.

She felt the strange, twisting, wavy design of it, like a tempest frozen in stone.

Only it didn’t feel like stone in her hands.

It was cool and slick and slightly oily.

The little ridges on its flowing design exciting her as she touched them.

A strange feeling moved through her.

A desire. A need.

A... compulsion.

And Ava had never been one for resisting compulsions.

She dropped her towel and held the sculpture against her breasts.

Squeezing her soft, ample beauty around the stone.

It seemed to drink the warmth of her body, but it did not make her cold.

Instead, like a stone soaking up the sunlight for a basking serpent, it radiated the heat back to her.

It replied.

"Ooooh," Ava moaned, looking down at the tip of the sculpture poking up from between her breasts. "That’s goooood."

The statue did not reply to her words, but she got the strange impression that it wanted to.

"Okay, Mr. Statue," she giggled. "Let’s take a bath together."

Carrying it in her hand, Ava slipped into the warmth of the bath, sighing in pleasure as the subtle buoyancy of the water moved around her, enclosing her along with the bubbles of the bath.

Ava had always liked swimming, but it had been quite some time since she’d gone.

The waters of New Larrin were so polluted you could practically walk on them.

Maybe she should visit a bathhouse?

She knew those were popular these days.

Just her in the steam, naked.

Well, not just her.

She’d heard the bathhouses were unisex.

Mmm. Ava could imagine it now.

Wandering in to a tiled room, wearing nothing but a towel.

The steam breathing around her, warm and smelling faintly bitter.

And in it would move the shadowy figures of other patrons.

"Mmmm," Ava hummed, sinking deeper into the waters, her breasts floating like two flawless islands, her eyes growing lidded and dreamy as she lost herself to the fantasy.

Yes, she’d walk in casually, feeling their hungry eyes on her.

She’d strip away the towel, revealing her lovely elven body, shining with moisture as she took a seat on a bench, relaxing.

Waiting.

There’d be some movement, but only a few would be brave enough to come right up to her.

Only one big, powerful, and aggressive enough to sense why she’d really come.

She’d hear his confident stride.

Feet slapping on the tiles.

She’d open her eyes, find him towering over her.

Ooooh, but what would he be like?

Ava bit her lower lip, running her hands over the sculpture with creative eagerness.

Would he be a human?

Maybe a warrior with strong, chiseled looks?

Or maybe an orc?

Huge and heavy, so thick with muscles his green hide would tower over her.

Absurdly masculine. Insatiably powerful.

Or a minotaur, with all the bestial vigour and instinct wrapped in a thick, muscled form?

Or maybe... there was more than one...

Ava nibbled on her lip, teasing the sculpture lower, running it down between her breasts, along her stomach, resting the warm hardness against her pussy.

"Mmm. Can I help you?" Ava whispered, imagining she was innocently asking the two or more men who crowded her in the bath house.

"Think you might," one would say, because of course he would.

He knew what he wanted.

He knew what she wanted.

"Is it to fuck me?" Ava said.

"That’s right," he’d say, running his eyes up and down her, making her quiver with awareness.

Of his nearness.

Feeling his utter domination of the scene.

Knowing he was going to do whatever he wanted with her.

And she knew she wanted to let him.

Ava was breathing deeper.

Her ass rubbed against the smooth metal of the tub, her pussy pressed against the sculpture as she stroked it against her lush cunt lips.

A soft whine escaped the elf, imagining the man with his hand on her chin, turning her head down so she’d see how big his cock was.

How ready. Throbbing.

A pillar of manhood waiting to claim her femininity.

"Mmmm," Ava moaned as she rubbed the tip of the sculpture against herself.

Her head tilted back, even as she imagined her whole body moving forward, pulled up by the man, into his arms.

His hands gripping her ass tight, his cock rubbing her gusset.

His lips would come down on hers, claiming her mouth violently.

Pressing a kiss that stole her breath away.

"Oooooh," the elf moaned, rocking faster.

Faster.

Riding herself against the sculpture.

As he held her like that, his hands would tighten on her thighs and ass.

Press his cock against her pussy and... and...

"Mnnnn!" Ava gasped as she pushed the sculpture into herself.

The tip teasing against her delicate folds, fitting her so perfectly.

So wonderfully.

Like it was made for her.

Or her for it.

She whimpered, moaning, hips rolling, water splashing against the rim of the tub as she thrust the sculpture in and out of her pussy with almost feverish urgency.

"Yes. Yes! Fuck yessss!" Ava moaned as she worked it in and out of herself.

Her head pressed against the edge of the tub as she fucked herself.

Oh fuck. Oh gods yes!

It felt so good in her. So perfect!

It almost seemed to writhe within her.

Stroke her in ways she couldn’t begin to understand.

"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yessss!"

The man of her fantasy was fucking her raw.

Another had come up, drawn by the scene.

She felt him behind her.

Felt his hands lock on her arms, his cock press against her tight backdoor.

Her voice keened with pleasure as he filled her.

Two at once.

The rhythm of their thrusts soon moving in tandem.

The heat of their breath washing against her neck.

Her moans rising. Pleasure pulsing.

"Yes! Yes! Oh g-gods! Don’t stop. Oh please... please... pleeeease!"

Ava’s voice rose, wailing in pleasure.

She couldn’t hold back. Couldn’t resist.

She fucked herself atop the sculpture with urgency.

Water splashed onto the floor from the lip of the tub as she came.

As she quivered, holding the sculpture deep within her as she moaned with delight.

"Yes! Oh f-fucking gods yessssss!"

She held that moment, taut, tense, trembling with ecstasy, but then slumped into the tub, breathing hot.

Hard.

Her mind so far away, still daydreaming of her two lovers.

Who were still not satisfied.

Ava began to move the sculpture in herself again, moaning softly.

It felt different this time. Stronger. Better.

Like she weren’t in the grasp of two burly men anymore, but something else.

Something more.

Yes. It wasn’t hands that gripped her now.

It was tentacles. Slick, rubbery.

Their suckers adhered to her skin, leaving red marks wherever they roamed.

Turning her over and over in their grasp.

Ava groaned, but the dream only excited her further.

To be the captive of such arduous limbs.

Used by them.

She whimpered, moving the sculpture inside herself, plunging it in as if its form were one of the largest tentacles.

Like it was fucking her, even as its brothers assaulted her body.

Defiled it.

Awakened it to the joys of their slimy embrace.

The sculpture seemed to pulsate inside her to the rhythm of her urgent thrusts.

The tentacles she imagined wound tight around her breasts, squeezing them and darkening them with constriction.

Suckers clung fast to her limbs and wrapped her legs, spreading her wide.

Exposing her depths to the thrusting sculpture.

"Nnnnnnyyyyyyessss!" Ava cried, surrendering to the pleasure that boiled from inside her.

Giving herself to the undulating perversity of the fantasy.

A dark, inhuman eye seemed to gaze up from the pit of her imagination.

Unblinking and unspeakably old.

Savoring each squelching thrust of the sculpture into her quivering elven sugar pot.

Holding her tightly in boneless limbs powerful enough to crack the hulls of merchant ships.

Ava fucked herself harder and harder with the sculpture.

In her fantasy she was bound by the tentacles.

At their mercy.

Giving herself to this ancient lord of the deep and his blasphemous desires.

"Cummmmmmm for meeee!" she cried, thrashing in the tub as her pleasure peaked.

The sculpture throbbed in answer and with a sudden rush Ava felt a warm, oily liquid pumping into her cunt.

Each spasm of her pleasure clung to the swirling design of the sculpture and seemed to coax out another gush of this strange, warm elixir.

The tentacles she imagined on her body tightened their grip.

Suckers adhered to her supple skin and tentacle constricted her breasts until they throbbed with trapped blood.

"AAAAAIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!" Ava screamed, transported to an ecstasy she had scarcely experienced before.

Her body seeming to pass across some boundary and sink into the writhing depths of blasphemous rapture.

A place beyond the angles of her world, in the vastness beneath her reality.

Stretching and arching in the slimy embrace of countless tentacles.

Filled again and again with the hot potion of their lust.

Her cauldron overflowing in oily sloshes.

Her body contorted by the mass of boneless limbs that engulfed her and embraced her.

At the peak of this maddening high, just as Ava’s mind began to dissolve into an abyss of pleasure, her eyes snapped open.

She was still in the bathtub.

Her head hung over the back and her arms and legs draped over the sides.

Her body floated in the soapy water, the sculpture resting atop the flat of her abdomen.

"A... dream?" she said, picking the sculpture up and caressing it with her fingers. "Ooooh, that was a gooood one."

Ava giggled, but as she ran her fingers over the stone tentacles, she noticed something had changed.

The surface was covered in a chaotic web of tiny fractures.

These seemed to have been sealed with some sort of faintly luminous metal.

It shimmered as she turned the object in her hands.

And the sculpture felt very warm indeed.

Like a rock that had been sitting in the sun all day.

"Okay... That’s a new one," Ava said slowly, the first tingling of uncertainty entering her. "I wonder... where did he even get this thing?"

As Ava looked over the sculpture, she thought further of the dream.

An experience that, the more she thought about it, seemed oddly familiar.

She frowned, trying to remember where she’d known something similar.

Was it like that time she fooled around with the vines of an alraune?

No. It was something more recent.

Her eyes shot wide open as it clicked.

The otherworldly compulsion felt like what she’d experienced in Lynch’s studio.

Was there a connection between the sculpture and the ship?

The more Ava thought about it, the more she was convinced there was.

It wasn’t much of a lead, true, but she’d done more with less.

And there was something disturbing about this sculpture, and not just how good it had felt inside her.

She was so unnerved by it, that she wrapped it in a towel and dropped it into her laundry hamper.

At least, she thought she put it in the laundry hamper.

She couldn’t be sure, because when Ava woke up next morning, the sculpture was back on the shelf in her bedroom.