Chapter 1449: The Harem Emperor’s Bath

The Goddess stroked his cock slowly from root to crown with both hands in a long, twisting glide that rolled her palms around his girth while her thumbs pressed along the vein beneath, and when she reached his crown she circled it with her right palm, smooth and slow, gathering the clear bead that had welled at his tip and spreading it over him before she drew both hands back down his length just as slowly.

Phei groaned low and long as the fingers of his left hand tightened around Melissa’s.

"Nngh— Goddess—"

"See how he responds," the Ashford Madam said to the others, calm as a teacher at her lectern, though her black eyes had darkened with hunger. "Slow at first. Always slow. He likes to feel every inch of your hand."

She showed them before she cupped his balls in her left palm and rolled them gently while her right hand stroked his cock in long, unhurried pulls, and she found the sensitive ridge beneath his crown and teased it back and forth with her right thumb, light as breath, until his hips jerked in the water.

She twisted her grip at the top of each stroke and loosened it at the bottom in a rhythm so practiced and so perfect that Phei’s breath came harder with every pass, while his cock stood hard and shining in her hand like a column of dark stone polished by rain— its veins were pulsing under her fingers and its head was weeping clear onto her palm.

"Here," she murmured, and pressed her right thumb into the spot just beneath his crown, and Phei’s whole body tightened: "And here." Her fingers stroked the underside of his shaft in one long, firm line from root to tip— his thighs trembled: "And when he does that—" she watched his abdomen clench and smiled, slow and knowing: "—you slow down. You make him wait."

She slowed down— she made him wait.

Melissa watched every movement of the Goddess’s hands with her lips parted and her cheeks flushed— she could not believe how much attention she was giving this when she had considered herself experienced with attending to his cock— while her violet eyes darted between his cock and his face as if she were memorizing both.

Delilah and Soraya had pressed close on either side of him with their hands resting on his chest and their eyes on the Goddess’s work, and Valentina knelt at the edge of the pool with her strong arms crossed and a look on her face that said she was taking notes and fully intended to outdo them.

Delilah’s firm breasts rested soft and warm against his right arm while Soraya’s breath ghosted his left shoulder— every one of them sat bare, slowly attending to his body and also watching while his cock was worshipped like scripture.

"Gods," Phei breathed. "You’re going to kill me."

"Not yet," said the Goddess, and leaned down to press one soft, lingering kiss to the very tip of his cock, where her lips parted just enough to taste the bead of precum there, slow and deliberate, before she drew back and left him shining.

Phei groaned so loudly it echoed off the tiles.

"My turn!"

Everyone looked up.

Valentina had uncrossed her arms.

She waded forward through the water with the easy, confident— her thighs parted the steam while her high breasts rose from the mist with their pink peaks drawn tight and the neat line of her bare pussy showed beneath the surface like a closed rose under glass— she didn’t ask for her turn so much as take it.

She caught the Goddess by the shoulders and smiled sweetly and moved her aside, and the Ashford Madam, to everyone’s astonishment, allowed it with one elegant brow arched in amused curiosity.

Then Valentina turned to Phei, grabbed him firmly beneath the arms, and hauled him up out of the water with surprising— actually not surprising— strength.

"Hey— whoa—"

She sat him on the smooth stone seam at the pool’s edge with his body out of the water and his legs still submerged up to the knee, and before he could get a word out, Val planted both hands on his thighs and spread them wide. She stepped between them with the water lapping at her waist and looked up at him with a grin that was entirely too pleased with itself, while her breasts rose with her breath and close enough that he felt their warmth, and water beaded on her skin and slid down to the soft place between her thighs.

"Sit," she said. "And don’t move my love"

Phei sat.

Phei had no intention to move at all— anticipation of her plan was all that filled his mind.

Valentina let her gaze travel down his body slowly and deliberately until it settled on his cock, now standing tall and proud between his spread thighs and glistening with water and with the Goddess’s attention, fifteen inches that rose nearly to his navel like an obelisk raised to some forgotten god.

She took it in for a long moment the way a fighter might size up an opponent she fully intended to defeat, and then she wrapped her right hand around his base and held him upright for all of them to see, presenting the dragon’s scepter even though her fingers could not meet around it, while his swollen crown darkened like the crowned pillar of a sex god with a fresh bead already gathering at the slit.

"Look at this," Valentina said, and every woman in the pool looked. "Look at this thing. Fifteen inches of such a monster— and he thinks we need to be talked into it."

Delilah laughed softly and Soraya bit her lip; Melissa covered her mouth with her right hand with her violet eyes shining while the Goddess smiled her slow, secret smile.

Valentina stroked his cock once, firm and full-length from root to crown, and her grip was nothing like the Goddess’s. Where the Goddess had been patient, Valentina was confident, and where the Goddess had teased, Valentina claimed, and her strong fingers squeezed him at the base and dragged all the way up until Phei’s hips jerked off the stone with a groan he didn’t bother to swallow.

Then she leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock once and then twice, a soft, wet kiss on the very crown of him and another just beneath it, and then one more on the slit where a fresh bead of clear fluid had gathered which she caught on her lower lip and licked away with a slow satisfied hum.

"Mmh," Valentina murmured. "Already."

—and she opened her mouth and took his cock in.

Phei’s head fell back before both his hands found the stone behind him and gripped it so hard his knuckles went pale. Valentina’s lips stretched around his crown, soft and warm and tight, and she slid down his shaft slowly, inch by inch, with her tongue flat and firm along his underside as she went.

She took four inches, then five, then six, and her cheeks hollowed as she drew back up with a long, deep suck that pulled a groan straight out of his chest— she sank down again a little deeper, and then again, until her lips formed a tight, wet ring around his girth with her saliva shining on his veins, which stood like roots across old stone; his swollen crown pushed against her tongue on every descent.

"Fuck— Valentina—"

She hummed around his cock... the vibration went straight to his spine.

She set a rhythm that was all her own, deep, strong pulls of her mouth paired with firm, twisting strokes of her right hand at his base where her lips couldn’t reach, and she sucked him like it was a challenge she intended to win.

Every few strokes she pulled her mouth off entirely and blew a slow, cool breath across his wet crown that made him shiver before she dove back down again before he could recover, while her left hand cupped his balls and rolled them, firm and confident, and the wet, filthy sounds of her mouth on his cock echoed off the tiles of the bathing chamber.

Her bare breasts swayed with the motion as her nipples brushed his thighs and water dripped from them onto his skin.

The others didn’t stay still for long.

Delilah came to his left side and Soraya to his right; they knelt in the water at the edge of the pool so their faces were level with his spread thighs. Delilah pressed her full lips to the inside of his left thigh just above the knee and kissed her way up, slow and wet, while her big and firm young breasts pressed soft against his leg and her nipples dragged across his skin with every kiss.

Soraya mirrored her on the right as the slim fingers of her left hand traced the muscle of his inner thigh and her mouth followed, kiss after kiss, higher and higher. Melissa climbed out onto the stone beside him on his left and kissed his shoulder and his neck and his jaw while her right hand slid down over his chest to rest on his stomach and feel it clench every time Valentina took his cock deeper—her own bare breasts were pressed warm and soft against his left arm like a quiet offering.

The Goddess drifted behind Valentina, she wrapped her arms around Val from behind, and murmured instructions into her ear while her right hand slid down Valentina’s body to cup the young woman’s right breast and roll the nipple as she spoke; her left hand rested low on Valentina’s stomach just above the water.

"Slower at the top," the Ashford Madam whispered. "Use your tongue on the ridge. Yes. Like that. Now look up at him."