The steam curled lazily around them, thick with lavender and something far more intoxicating—arousal. Maria's fingers traced the slope of Mio's bare shoulder, her touch featherlight yet deliberate, sending shivers down the demon girl's spine.
"Relax, Mio-sama," Maria murmured, her breath hot against Mio's ear, lips brushing the shell just enough to make her gasp. "You're thinking too hard."
Mio's grip on the towel tightened instinctively, her knuckles whitening as Maria's other hand plucked at the damp fabric clinging to her curves. The air between them crackled with tension, thick enough to choke on.
"M-Maria…!"
Maria chuckled, low and knowing, her fingers dancing lower, teasing the edge of the towel where it hugged Mio's hips.
"Look at him," she whispered, nodding toward Takumi. "He's already enjoying the show."
Mio dared a glance—Takumi lounged against the bathroom wall, towel slung low on his hips, his usual deadpan expression replaced with something warmer, darker. His eyes trailed over her with unmistakable hunger, his fingers flexing against his thigh as if restraining himself.
"Nnngh—?!"
Maria's fingers tugged—just once—and the towel surrendered, slipping free with a whisper of fabric against damp skin.
The towel pooled at Mio's feet, leaving her bare beneath the humid air. Her skin prickled with goosebumps, not from cold but from the weight of Takumi's gaze as it raked over her—slow, deliberate, devouring.
Her nipples pebbled instantly, the humid air doing little to hide her arousal. She crossed her arms over her chest, but it was futile; her curves were on full display, the swell of her breasts trembling with each shallow breath.
Takumi let out a low whistle, his lips quirking into a smirk. "Damn. Maria wasn't exaggerating."
Mio's face burned hotter. "D-Don't just stare like some pervert!"
He shrugged, pushing off the wall with casual grace. "Can't help it. You're the one who dropped the towel."
Maria grinned, twirling a lock of Mio's hair around her finger. "See? Honesty suits you, Mio-sama."
Mio's protest died in her throat as Takumi stepped closer, his fingers brushing her hip—light, teasing.
"A-Ahh…"
The sound escaped before she could stop it, her thighs pressing together instinctively.
Maria's smirk widened. "Now, go on. His back won't wash itself."
Takumi settled onto the bathing stool, stretching his arms behind his head with a lazy grin. "Don't go too hard on me, Mio. I bruise easy."
Mio huffed, snatching up the soap. "I-I'll scrub you raw if you keep talking!"
He chuckled, the sound rich and warm, sending an unexpected flutter through her chest.
Her hands trembled as she lathered the soap, the scent of jasmine filling the air. When her palms met his shoulders, his skin was hot beneath her touch, muscles flexing under her fingers.
"Hah… that's nice," he sighed, tilting his head to give her better access.
Mio bit her lip, her strokes growing firmer, tracing the ridges of his spine.
The soap slipped between them, her hands sliding against his skin.
Takumi groaned, low and appreciative. "Hell, you're good at this."
Maria giggled from the tub. "Told you she'd spoil you."
Mio's face burned, but her hands didn't stop—if anything, she pressed closer, her breasts brushing his back.
Mio's hands moved lower, slick with soap and sweat, her thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of Takumi's spine. He shuddered, a rough exhale escaping him.
"Fuck…"
The curse was ragged, unguarded—nothing like his usual composed tone. It sent a thrill through her, her pulse pounding in her ears.
She leaned forward without thinking, her heavy breasts pressing into his back, leaving slick trails between them. The heat of his skin seared her, the friction maddening as her nipples dragged against him.
"Mmph…!"
Takumi's hand shot back, gripping her thigh—not to command, but to steady himself. His fingers trembled against her skin.
"Mio…"
Her name was a plea, a growl, something desperate.
Maria's laughter was distant, drowned out by the rush of blood in Mio's ears.
The soap dripped between them, thick and obscene, as Mio's hands wandered lower still—toward the towel barely clinging to Takumi's hips.
His grip tightened—not to stop her, but to pull her closer.
"Don't stop."
His voice was wrecked.
And Mio—for once—didn't want to.
Just as Mio's fingers brushed the edge of Takumi's towel, a delighted gasp cut through the steam.
"Oops~! Did I interrupt something?"
Maria emerged from the tub with a slice of strawberry shortcake balanced precariously on her fingertips, cream glistening under the bathroom lights. She took an exaggerated bite, her lips closing around the fork with a soft "Mwah~!" before offering it to Takumi.
"Open wide, Takumi-nii!" she cooed, pressing the treat against his lips.
Takumi accepted it with a chuckle, cream smearing across his mouth. Maria's thumb swiped the excess away before bringing it to her own lips with an exaggerated "Mmmhn~!"
Mio watched, frozen in place beside Takumi's stool, her soapy hands still resting on his shoulders. The scent of sugar mixed dangerously with the floral steam and musk of arousal.
Plop!
A dollop of cream landed on Takumi's thigh, dangerously close to where his towel tented. Maria's eyes sparkled with mischief as she knelt between his legs.
"Oops~ My hands are so clumsy today," she lied, her tongue darting out to catch the stray cream before it could drip further.
Mio's breath hitched as Maria's lips brushed the inside of Takumi's thigh.
"Maria! You're—"
"Just cleaning up," Maria interrupted innocently, her fingers toying with the edge of his towel. "Unless... Mio-sama wants to help?"
Takumi's sharp inhale filled the bathroom as Maria's fingers finally tugged his towel loose. His erection sprang free, the flushed head glistening in the humid air.
Maria didn't hesitate. Her tongue darted out for a teasing lick along the length, her lips closing around just the tip with an obscene "Pop~!" as she pulled back.
Mio's knees weakened at the sight.
"W-Wait—" she protested weakly, even as her own hands trembled with anticipation.
Maria smirked up at her, deliberately keeping her mouth just out of reach. "Don't worry, Mio-sama. There's plenty to share."
She demonstrated by taking Takumi halfway, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Takumi's fingers tangled in Maria's hair as his hips jerked upward. Mio watched, mesmerized, as Maria's lips stretched to accommodate him, her tongue swirling in obvious patterns of expertise.
"Mio," Takumi groaned, reaching blindly for her. "Touch me too."
Her resistance crumbled.
Mio's smaller hand joined the tableau, her fingers wrapping around the base of Takumi's shaft where Maria's mouth couldn't reach. The contrast was electrifying - Maria's wet heat at the tip while Mio's soft strokes worked the length.
Squelch... Slurp... Slurp…
Maria moaned around him, the vibrations making Takumi curse. When Mio's thumb brushed the sensitive spot beneath the head, Maria's eyes fluttered closed in approval.
"Nngh! Mio—" Takumi's warning came too late as her fingers tightened slightly.
Maria pulled off with a gasp, her lips swollen and glistening. "She's learning fast, isn't she?" she teased before diving back in.
Their rhythm became synchronized—Maria bobbing her head while Mio's hand twisted in counterpoint, their movements creating a continuous wave of pleasure.
Squelch... Squelch... Slurp... Slurp…
"Hah... Fuck, you two—"
Takumi's thighs trembled as the pressure built, his grip alternating between Mio's wrist and Maria's hair.
Maria suddenly pulled Mio closer by the waist, their faces inches apart as they both focused on Takumi's throbbing length.
"On three," Maria whispered, her breath hot against Mio's cheek. "One... Two..."
Their combined efforts sent Takumi over the edge.
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!
Thick ropes painted Maria's chin and Mio's collarbone. Maria caught a stray drop on her finger and held it up to Mio's lips with a challenging smirk.
"Sweet, right?"
Mio's tongue darted out instinctively, closing around Maria's fingertip with a soft "Slurp~" before she realized what she'd done.
Takumi groaned at the sight, still catching his breath. "You two are going to kill me."
Maria giggled, licking her lips clean. "And we're just getting started."
Mio's blush burned hotter than the bathwater as she wiped her chin, but the thrill of their shared victory pulsed through her veins.
The bathroom air hung thick with the scent of sex and strawberries as Mio stared at the cum glistening on Maria's lower lip. Her own skin still tingled where Takumi's release had splattered across her collarbone, warm and sticky.
Maria leaned closer, her breath ghosting over Mio's cheek. "Can't let any go to waste~"
Before Mio could protest, Maria's tongue swiped along her throat, collecting a stray droplet with an exaggerated "Mmm~!" that made Takumi groan behind them.
"D-Disgusting!" Mio lied, even as her fingers found Maria's chin, tilting her face up. Their lips hovered inches apart, shared breath mingling.
"Prove it," Maria dared.
The kiss was messy, competitive—Maria's tongue sweeping through Mio's mouth to share the bitter-salty taste of cum as Takumi watched, his spent cock twitching with renewed interest. When they broke apart, a silver strand still connected their swollen lips.
Takumi's chuckle was rough. "Never took you for a liar, Mio."
Her tail flicked indignantly, but she couldn't deny how her pulse raced.
Maria suddenly sprang up with a playful squeal, water droplets flying as she made for the door. "Break time! I'm getting prune-y~"
Takumi moved faster.
Thud!
His arm hooked around Maria's waist, hauling her back against his damp chest. She wriggled, her ass grinding against his semi-hard length as he nuzzled her wet hair.
"Nice try," he murmured, fingers skimming up her inner thigh.
Maria gasped, her playful resistance crumbling instantly when his palm cupped her dripping cunt. "Ah! N-Not fair—"
Mio watched from the stool, biting her lip as Takumi's fingers disappeared between Maria's folds with a wet Squelch! His free hand reached back, beckoning Mio closer.
"Your turn to watch," he growled, and Mio found herself moving without thought, drawn to the obscene sight of Maria coming apart in Takumi's arms—her rival's moans painting the steam-heavy air as clearly as any taunt.
The bathroom door remained forgotten.
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