Chapter 6 #3
Magda shook her head. “We can’t. The Queen has forbidden it. We are not chosen. Not for that. Just washing.”
Esna gritted her teeth. “Oh, come on. I saw what you did underwater before I got in.”
Magda pulled up her eyebrows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Esna narrowed her eyes. “Lies. You grabbed it.”
Andrew felt awkward being pressed in between the two women, their breasts jiggling against his skin as they argued.
Fingers wrapped around his erect shaft—Esna. She started to stroke him.
Andrew gasped. “Ladies—“ he tried.
“—I’m taking some,” Esna said.
Magda’s eyes widened. “Don’t be stupid—if the Queen finds out. Or worse, one of the higher sisters…”
Esna pulled a naughty grin, jerking him faster. “Do you see one?” She gazed at Andrew, who was now panting as the pleasant feeling rushed from his cock through the rest of his body. “Look at him. He loves it.”
Andrew swallowed hard. He couldn’t argue with that.
Esna opened her mouth, moaning softly as she pressed her body against him again. “Can’t I just—“ she murmured, and he felt her lift her leg, wrapping it partly around his body. “…just for a little bit…”
He now realized what she was trying to do as she came closer, trying to guide his penis between her legs. “W—wait,” he stammered.
“Esna, don’t,” Magda said, firmer now.
Esna bit her lip, pressing her forehead against his. “I’ve always dreamed of this…” she whispered. “A real cock—finally,” she said, her voice quivering with excitement.
The warm water numbed most of the sensation, but he felt his tip slide between two fleshy folds—realizing what it was.
Esna gasped. “Oh, gods—“ she moaned, and pulled him in closer, taking the tip—
“And what do you think you are doing?” a booming voice said.
Esna pushed away immediately, and Andrew almost went fully under, barely managing to keep to his feet.
Esna kept her eyes on the water. “Nothing,” she said softly.
“Nothing?” the firm voice said.
Andrew looked in its direction. He was at a loss for words.
There, in all of her natural, naked beauty, stood Trina. Her hands rested on her wide hips, her breasts were proudly pressed forward, and her hair was wet and dripping, catching the light of the nearby crystals.
“Wow,” he whispered.
She was like a dream—a pure goddess.
“I—we were washing him,” Esna said.
Trina snorted. “Washing, huh? It looked like more than that.”
Esna kept her lips sealed. Magda was just as silent.
Trina sighed, then looked down upon Andrew. He suddenly felt very small.
“You look clean enough,” she said, and extended her hand.
Andrew took it and stepped out of the spring. “Uhm, thank you,” he said, half-turning toward Esna and Magda.
They gave a slight bow with their heads.
Trina, almost as tall as he was, and with her eyes level to his, stared at him. She was close, the steam of the hot water still dampening her skin.
He wanted to say something, but Trina turned away. “And where were you?” she asked firmly. “You were supposed to keep an eye out?”
Andrew now found Ayla standing on Trina’s other side, a shameful blush on her cheeks. “I—I’m sorry.”
“Be more careful next time. Only the selected ones are allowed to insert him.”
Andrew’s hearing sharpened at that. “What?” he blurted out.
Trina looked back at him, then downward. “Do save your strength,” she said, clearing her throat. “Do not waste it.”
Andrew then realized he still had a raging hard-on. He felt a wave of embarrassment rush over, but then was bombarded with images of Trina bringing him to climax—first with her hand, and then with her mouth.
The shame subsided, and he felt somehow strangely comfortable. “I will,” he said.
Trina nodded. “Good.” She handed him a cloth, which he took to be a towel.
He took it with a quiet nod. “Thanks,” he said as he started to dry off.
Trina inclined her head slightly, then stepped away without a word, returning to the spring he guessed she had been before coming over.
Andrew watched her for a second. Her firm buttocks were mesmerizing, and didn’t help in getting rid of his erection. When she had lowered herself into the bath, he glanced back at Ayla.
She grinned awkwardly.
Esna and Magda had climbed out of the bath and had silently moved away, probably glad they had gotten off the hook.
Ayla just stood there while he dried off. The sound of streaming water and the voices of others bathing made the environment anything but quiet. Yet, the silence between them was deafening.
“Uhm,” Andrew said, trying to break it. “So, what do we do next?” he asked, his erection awkwardly poking underneath the towel as he dried himself off. He wished it would go down, but Ayla catching glimpses wasn’t helping.
“I will take you to the Queen after you are finished.”
Andrew looked over at the pool where Trina was. “Won’t a higher sister escort me?”
Ayla nodded. “They are waiting.”
The words made Andrew feel the need to speed up. “Okay,” he said. “Will you be joining?”
Ayla’s eyes flicked to his cock again and back. “Yes,” she said. “The Queen has requested my presence as well.”