Unfortunately, they didn't have gloryholes in the bathroom.
Fortunately, they had something better. Maids to satisfy my every need. They were all elven, of course, and they were all beautiful.
The moment I entered my assigned quarters—a sprawling suite of white marble and gilded wood that screamed 'expensive but tasteless'—two of them were waiting for me. A moon elf with silver hair and a wood elf with green hair.
Both were wearing skimpy, revealing outfits that left very little to the imagination.
"Welcome, my lady," they said in unison, their voices like sweet honey, but the look in their eyes said a different story. "We are here to serve you."
I couldn't help but grin. It seems my reputation has preceded me. I sensed hostility from the two maids.
"I can see that," I said, my eyes raking over their bodies. "You're both... lovely."
"Thank you, my lady," the moon elf said, a faint blush on her cheeks. "We are honored to be of service."
'Liar,' I thought to myself, my grin widening. 'Quick, good dicking is the best truth serum.'
"You can start by drawing me a bath," I said, kicking off my boots. "A hot one. With rose petals. And lots of bubbles. And don't forget the wine."
"As you wish, my lady," the wood elf said, her voice tight. She then turned and walked towards the bathroom, her hips swaying with a practiced, seductive grace that was clearly aimed at distracting me from the hostility rolling off her in waves.
'You're not the only one who can play that game,' I thought to myself, my eyes following her.
I then turned to the moon elf, who was still standing by the door, her hands clasped in front of her, her head bowed.
"You," I said, my tone casual. "Undress me."
"Eh?" Her gaze snapped up, silver eyes narrowed. "Undress you?"
"Ears not working?" I unbuttoned my tunic. "Or are you just mesmerized by the view?"
"N-no, my lady," the moon elf said, her voice a little shaky. She approached me slowly, her movements hesitant, as if she was walking on eggshells.
She started with the remaining clasps of my tunic, fingers trembling just enough to make the tiny silver hooks clatter against each other. Her breath hitched when my breasts spilled free, the nipples already hard from the cool, scented air. She paused only for a moment before looking away.
"Like what you see?" I purred.
Her only response was a sharper tug at my belt, pulling it free with a snap that echoed in the silent room. She avoided looking down until she pulled my trousers over my hips.
SMACK!
The great LONG and HARD beast has awoken, and it slapped her cheek as it sprang free.
"Eep!" she yelped, stumbling back.
"!!!" She froze when she realized what just happened. Her face went from pale white to a deep, deep red that clashed horribly with her silver hair. She stared at my cock, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and disbelief, as my cock filled her face with the potent smell of a horny elven futa.
"Hehehe~" I let out a little laugh. "It's been a long day. It's happy to meet you."
She didn't answer. She just stood there, her mouth agape, her face burning with humiliation.
The wood elf returned, her arms laden with bottles of oil and a crystal decanter of dark red wine. She saw the scene and froze.
Gulp!
"Is... is there a problem?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"No, no problem at all," I said, walking towards the bathroom, my dick leading the way. "Your friend here just got a little... surprised."
The wood elf—whose name I still hadn't bothered to ask—set the bottles and decanter down on the marble ledge beside the steaming bath with exaggerated care, as though any sudden noise might make the entire situation explode.
Her emerald eyes flicked once to my bobbing cock, still glistening from the brief contact with her companion's cheek, then snapped back up to my face. She licked her lips—purely reflexive—then immediately looked horrified at herself for doing it.
The bathroom was as opulent as the rest of the suite, with a massive, sunken tub carved from a single piece of pale marble that looked less like a bathtub and more like a small indoor pool. Steam rose from the water, carrying the scent of rose, lavender, and something else… something horny!
Aphrodisiac.
'Hehehe~ trying to drug me?' I thought to myself, my grin widening. 'I'm pretty sure that these two were sent by that steward.'
Fortunately, I was alone here; Vespera returned to the city seeking the tailor to prepare some 'decent' clothes for the ceremony tomorrow.
I descended the three shallow steps into the bath. Hot water closed around my calves, then my thighs, then my waist. Rose petals swirled in lazy spirals. The scent of wine and oil and an aroused elf already hung thick in the steam.
I settled onto the underwater bench, legs spread wide, arms draped along the rim like I owned the place—which, for the next hour at least, I very much did.
I crooked two fingers.
"Come."
The two elves exchanged one long, loaded glance—silver meeting emerald, fear and fury, and something dangerously close to hunger all tangled together.
Why hunger, you may ask?
Well, because the aphrodisiac they used was weak, so... I released a better one, my own.
My natural aura, a potent, invisible miasma of pure, uncut lust that seeped into the room, that crawled under their skin and started a fire in their loins.
I saw it in the sudden dilation of their pupils, the way the moon elf's knuckles went white as she clenched her fists, how the wood elf's breath hitched, and her nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her uniform.
They approached, waiting for my orders. Their hostility was still there, simmering just beneath the surface, but now it was mixed with a growing, desperate need.
"You," I said, nodding at the wood elf. "Wash my hair."
"Y-yes, my lady," she stammered, quickly kneeling behind me, her hands fumbling for the scented oil.
"And you," I said, turning to the moon elf. "You get the front. Everything else."
She swallowed hard, her silver eyes locked on my bobbing cock, her cheeks burning. But she obeyed, kneeling at the edge of the tub, her hands trembling as she reached for a washcloth.
The wood elf's fingers were surprisingly gentle as she worked the fragrant oil into my scalp. Her touch was firm yet delicate, her nails scraping lightly against my skin in a way that sent shivers down my spine.
But the moon elf was the real treat. She started with my shoulders, her movements clumsy and hesitant, but as the aphrodisiac worked its magic, she became bolder. Her touch grew more confident, more exploratory. She washed my arms, my chest, her fingers lingering over my nipples, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Mmm~... good girl," I moaned, my head leaning back against the tub, my eyes closed. "You're a natural."
She didn't respond, but her hands moved lower, down my stomach, her fingers tracing the line of my hips, coming closer and closer to my rock-hard cock.
I could feel the heat radiating from her, the desperate need rolling off her in waves. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her face was flushed, her lips parted, her pupils dilated. She was completely lost to the lust.
"Hehehe~..." I chuckled, reaching out and cupping her cheek. "You want it, don't you?"
She bit her lower lip, her eyes fixed on mine, a silent, desperate plea.
"Well?" I prompted, my thumb stroking her jawline. "Clean it first."
That was all the encouragement she needed. With the washcloth, she started to stroke my cock. Her movements were clumsy at first, but she quickly found a rhythm, her grip tightening, her strokes becoming more confident, more urgent.
"Yesss~... just like that," I groaned, my hips thrusting forward, pushing my cock deeper into her grasp.
The wood elf, sensing my rising arousal, redoubled her efforts, her fingers massaging my scalp, her nails digging into my skin just enough to send bolts of pleasure through my body.
I was in heaven.
Two beautiful elven maids, their bodies trembling with desire, their hands skilled and eager, their minds clouded with lust.
It was almost enough to make me forget about the queen, the corruption, the impending ritual.
Almost.
"Not enough," I growled, suddenly standing up, water sloshing over the sides of the tub. The two maids recoiled, their eyes wide with shock and fear.
"I want your mouths," I commanded, my voice a low, dangerous purr. "Now."
They didn't hesitate.
The moon elf, her face a mask of pure, desperate need, lunged forward, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock. She took me deep, her tongue swirling around the shaft, her hands gripping my hips for support.
The wood elf, not to be outdone, knelt behind me, her hands spreading my ass cheeks, her tongue finding my tight, puckered hole.
"Oh, fuck yes!" I cried out, my hands tangling in the moon elf's silver hair, forcing her to take me deeper. "Just like that! Don't stop!"
The two maids worked in perfect harmony, their mouths and tongues driving me wild with pleasure. The moon elf sucked my cock with a desperate, hungry fervor, while the wood elf rimmed me with a skill that would make a professional whore blush.
I could feel my orgasm building, a tight, hot coil in the pit of my stomach. My balls tightened, my cock throbbed, my entire body tensed.
"I'm cumming!" I roared, my hips bucking, my cock erupting in a fountain of hot, sticky cum.
The moon elf gagged, her eyes widening in surprise as my cum filled her mouth, some of it spilling down her chin. But she didn't pull away. She swallowed, her throat working, her tongue lapping up every last drop.
The wood elf, seeing that she didn't get the chance to taste my cum, then quickly moved and started to lick the cum from the moon elf's chin.
"Good girls," I panted, my body still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. "Now get naked; we're going to fuck."