Chapter 1448: Shower, Wives and Priestesses (r-18)

Phei had fully expected to work for it— quite strangely he had a whole campaign planned, in fact: a little flattery here, a strategic pout there, perhaps a reminder of how hard he had labored to make Melissa come three times within her agreed time, and if all else failed, a shameless appeal to the sanctity of déjà vu.

He had been with his women long enough to know that every one of them liked to be talked into things— liked in fact, to be chased and teased and coaxed until saying yes felt like a victory of their own. So when he lowered himself into the sunken pool and settled back against its smooth stone edge— and braced himself for negotiations.

There were none needed whatsoever1

The Goddess simply stepped down into the steaming water after him, followed by Soraya and Valentina, while Delilah slid in from the other side and Melissa drifted closer with her black hair floating on the surface like spilled ink— all five were completely naked!

Water lapped at their bare breasts and soft hips, steam clinging to wet skin before all his five naked wives closed around him without a single word of resistance. Nobody argued, bargained or so much as roll her eyes at him. Instead, five pairs of hands reached for him at once, and Phei, the Young Dragon, conqueror and Dragon of Carnage who slaughtered of more than he cared to count— the Genesis Angel himself sat there in the warm water with his mouth slightly open and the distinct sense that he had been ambushed.

"Wait," he said. "No arguments? No ’don’t even think about it’? Nobody’s going to make me earn this?"

"You talk too much," the Goddess said— she pressed two fingers to his lips.

So he stopped talking.

They bathed him the way priestesses might tend an idol.

Delilah took a sponge thick with fragrant lather and drew it slowly across his shoulders, her big breasts pressed against his arm as she leaned in, soft and round, supple and warm, her nipples were already tight where they dragged his skin, the suds sliding down his chest in pale ribbons that she chased with her palm.

Sorayaknelt on the pool’s ledge behind him and worked her slim fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp in slow in deep circles that made his eyes drift half-closed despite everything.

Valentina took his right arm and washed it from wrist to shoulder with firm, strong strokes while her athletic hands kneaded his muscles as if she meant to learn every one of them by touch, and Melissa took his left arm more gently with her violet eyes on his face more than on her work, and every so often she leaned in to kiss the inside of his wrist, his forearm and the crook of his elbow as if washing him had reminded her how much she wanted to.

And the Goddess simply watched for a while with her black eyes glinting with something that looked very much like patience and very much like a plan, while her teardrop moons hung above the water like two drops of starlight that had never quite fallen and the lean lines of her body stayed half-hidden by steam and wholly unashamed even if he could see it all if he opened his eyes.

’It is strange,’ Phei thought, ’how intimate it feels.’

They had seen him in every state and touched him in every way and taken him in every room of every house he owned, but this was different— there was no urgency in their hands and no hunger yet, only a care so slow and thorough and devoted that bathing him became an act of love in its own right.

Delilah rinsed his shoulders with cupped handfuls of water and kissed the places where her sponge had been, while Soraya’s fingers slid from his hair down to the back of his neck and kneaded there until a low sound of pure contentment left his chest.

Valentina finished his right arm and turned his hand over to kiss his palm, and Melissa did the same with his left before she laced her fingers through his and held on.

"You’re all being suspiciously nice," Phei murmured.

"We can stop," Valentina offered.

"I didn’t say stop."

Their hands moved lower unanimously.

With his five women washing him meant there was very little of him left untouched, and they were thorough about it. Their palms smoothed lather over his chest and traced every hard ridge and plane beneath it, and their fingers followed the deep grooves of his stomach one carved line at a time as if they were counting them, and their lips followed their fingers.

Delilah kissed his collarbone while Soraya kissed the side of his neck just beneath his ear, slow and open-mouthed, and Melissa kissed his shoulder and his bicep and the scar no one else ever noticed, while Valentina kissed his ribs and then the flat of his stomach and then lower until his breath caught and every hand in the pool paused at once— as if they had all heard it.

Beneath the water his cock stirred and hardened against his thigh so hard it felt like he was about to bust— it was answering the mouths and hands that had not yet reached to it.

That was her cue— the Goddess moved.

She waded through the water toward him, unhurried, while the steam curled around her lean, elegant body and her breasts peaked like two drops of ink on fresh parchment, and water beaded down their soft undersides as the pool lapped at her narrow waist.

The others parted for her without a word, and she came to stand directly in front of him between his knees— for a long moment she only looked at him while her black eyes took him in from his face down to where the water met his hips.

—she reached out and touched him.

She started at his face, where her fingertips traced his jaw and the line of his cheekbone and the corner of his mouth, light and reverent, as though she were relearning a map she already knew by heart— and then they drifted down his throat and over the hard carved-yet soft chest and lingered there with her palms flat against him to feel the steady, powerful beat of his heart.

She traced him slowly along every line of him, his broad shoulders and his so hot ridged stomach and the deep, deep-sharpV cut of his hips that disappeared beneath the water, and she did it with an expression Phei had rarely seen on her, open and unguarded and full of wonder.

"Heavenly," she murmured, almost to herself. "You were always too beautiful for world standards but this is so completely on another level and unfair too."

She leaned in and kissed his chest just over his heart, and then lower at the center of his sternum— lower again down the line of his stomach, kiss by kiss, each one slow and warm and deliberate, her lips lingering on every ridge as she sank down into the water before him while her hands followed her mouth over his hips and his thighs until, beneath the surface, they found what they had been looking for.

Phei’s head fell back against the stone as waves of bliss and pleasure rolled in him.

The Goddess’s right hand closed around his cock slowly, and then her left hand closed above it so that she could encompass the whole thing at once— she then drew his dick up and out of the water until all his fifteen inches rose between them like a dark marble pillar carved for worship, with each vein was like a river mapped across its length— while the steam curled around his little menacing dragon like incense around a holy relic.

His dick lay in her palms warm as a sword just drawn from its forge, with his broad crown already flushed and beading, and she held him as if she held something sacred and obscene at once: Phei’s cock was more hard, hungry-looking and its veins were more bigger than they’d ever seen him be!

The other women went quiet, and Melissa drifted closer with her violet eyes wide and her left hand still laced with his while her bare breasts floated on the surface like two white lilies on a still pond, her nipples tight and her breath shallow as she watched.

"Watch," the Goddess said softly to all of them with pride, without looking away from him. "This is how you worship him."

—so she began.