The water had already turned milky from the dissolved remnants of Sunny's earlier release, swirling in lazy eddies around their submerged bodies. Nephis sat between Sunny's spread thighs, her back to his chest, silver hair plastered dark and heavy against her shoulders from the steam. The copper tub was barely big enough for two, forcing them into constant, slick contact—his cock pressed hot and rigid along the cleft of her ass, leaking steadily into the water, while her heavy breasts floated just above the surface, nipples dark and tight from the heat and his earlier attentions.
Sunny reached for the rough bar of soap resting on the tub's edge—plain, unscented. He lathered it between his palms until thick suds formed, then slid both hands over her shoulders.
"Turnabout's fair play," he murmured against the nape of her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "You're filthy. Let me clean you properly."
His hands moved in slow, deliberate circles across her back—over the elegant ridge of her spine, the flare of her shoulder blades, the faint silvery cum-streaks that mapped battles fought over long nights. The soap foamed white against her pale skin, washing away the last flaking traces of dried cum in foamy rivulets that ran down her sides and disappeared into the cloudy water.
Nephis exhaled softly, head tipping forward, letting him work. But she wasn't passive.
After a few moments she reached back, fingers finding his wrist, guiding his soapy hands lower—down the dip of her waist, then up again to cup the undersides of her breasts from behind. She pressed them together, trapping his palms between soft, heavy flesh.
"Missed a spot," she said, voice low and smoky.
Sunny groaned against her shoulder. His cock jerked hard against her ass, the head nudging insistently at the base of her spine. He squeezed her tits roughly, thumbs flicking over her nipples until they pebbled even tighter, dark rose against pale skin. Suds slid down the inner curves, dripping from her nipples into the bath like obscene cream.
"You're enjoying this too much for 'only bath,'" he accused, voice rough.
Nephis arched into his touch, pressing back harder against his erection until the thick shaft slotted perfectly between her cheeks. She rolled her hips once—slow, deliberate—dragging her ass along his length in a slippery glide.
"So are you," she countered.
Sunny's hands left her breasts only long enough to lather more soap, then returned—one sliding down her stomach, the other continuing to knead and tug at her nipple. His fingers dipped between her thighs, parting her folds under the water. He didn't push inside yet; instead he circled her clit with slick, soapy strokes—light, teasing, maddening.
Nephis's breath hitched. Her hips rocked forward into his touch, then back, grinding her ass against his cock in the same rhythm.
"Wash my back properly," she ordered, voice husky now, "and I'll return the favor."
Sunny laughed—dark, breathless—and obeyed.
He shifted, making her lean forward slightly so he could reach every inch of her back. His soapy hands mapped her from nape to tailbone, thumbs digging into the tense muscles along her spine, kneading until she melted against him. When he reached the small of her back he pressed harder, fingers splaying over the dimples above her ass, then sliding lower to cup the full cheeks.
He spread her open just enough for the hot water to rush between, flushing away the last traces of his spend from her crease.
"Look at you," he growled. "Still leaking me even now. Your greedy little hole can't get enough."
Nephis shuddered, thighs trembling. She reached back again, this time wrapping her fingers around his cock under the water—squeezing once, hard, then stroking him slowly from root to tip.
"Your turn," she whispered.
She turned in his arms—careful, graceful despite the cramped tub—and straddled his thighs, knees braced on either side of his hips. The position put her breasts at the perfect height; she pressed them against his chest, nipples dragging through the suds on his skin as she took the soap from his hand.
Her palms moved over his shoulders first—slow, possessive strokes that mapped every lean muscle, every faint scar. Then down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his nipples until they hardened under her touch. She pinched one—sharp, sudden—drawing a low hiss from him.
"Payback," she murmured, lips brushing his.
Sunny's hands found her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
"Keep going," he rasped. "Lower."
Nephis's smile was small, wicked. She lathered her hands again and slid them down his abdomen, tracing down his stomach until she reached his cock. She wrapped both soapy palms around him—stroking from base to crown in long, slippery pulls. Her thumbs circled the swollen head on every upstroke; smearing precum and soap together until he was glistening.
Sunny's head fell back against the tub rim, hips jerking up into her grip.
"Fuck… Neph…"
She leaned in, lips ghosting over his throat.
"Quiet," she ordered, echoing his earlier words. "We're just bathing."
But her hands never stopped—slow, torturous strokes that kept him on the razor's edge without letting him tip over.
The water sloshed with every movement. Steam curled around them. The dinner bell was getting closer.
And neither of them was anywhere near finished..
The bathwater had turned thick and opalescent, swirling with the milky remnants of Sunny's earlier release and the fresh slick Nephis had leaked during her orgasm. The air in the small alcove was heavy with steam and the overpowering, heady scent of pomegranate—sweet, tart, almost obscene—clinging to every drop that had touched their skin.
Sunny was shaking.
Sunny was beyond reason.
His cock throbbed painfully between them, trapped against the cleft of her ass, the head flushed dark purple and weeping steadily into the cloudy water. He'd been grinding against her for minutes now, slow, desperate rolls of his hips while his fingers teased her clit and nipples in turn. Every time she clenched around nothing, he groaned like he was dying.
"Neph… please," he rasped against the back of her neck, voice wrecked. "Just—let me put it in. Just once. I'll be quick, I swear. I'm fucking dying here."
He sounded like a dog whining at the door—desperate, shameless, utterly gone.
Nephis remained perfectly still, expressionless as marble, silver eyes half-lidded and unreadable. Only the faint tremor in her thighs and the way her nipples stayed diamond-hard betrayed her.
Sunny's hands slid down to her hips, trying to lift her, to angle her just right so he could slide inside from behind. "Come on, princess… you want it too. I can feel how wet you are. Your cunt's dripping into the water—"
She moved suddenly.
One pale hand shot down between her legs, cupping her own pussy—fingers splayed, blocking her entrance completely.
Sunny froze.
Nephis turned her head just enough for him to see her face was perfectly composed: cool, regal, not a single crack in the mask. Only the faint flush high on her cheekbones and the way her pupils had swallowed most of the iris betrayed her.
She smiled.
It was small, wicked, utterly cruel.
"Sorry," she said, voice cool and sweet as frost. "We're out of time."
Then she stepped out of the tub like a queen leaving her throne.
Water cascaded off her body in sheets, carrying thick strands of cloudy cum-water that splattered across the stone floor in wet, obscene slaps. She stepped out of the tub without a backward glance, silver hair dripping down her naked back, ass swaying with each deliberate step. Rivulets of their mixed fluids ran down the insides of her thighs, leaving glistening trails that caught the dim light. The pomegranate scent followed her like perfume—rich, intoxicating, inescapable.
Sunny sat there, stunned, cock still jutting up from the water like an accusation. His mouth hung open.
She didn't even look back as she walked past the thin linen curtain into the main room, hips rolling, leaving wet footprints in a deliberate line across the floorboards.
The curtain was sheer enough that he could see her silhouette clearly—tall, statuesque, unashamed—while she moved toward the small table, pretending to inspect the cracked window like nothing had happened.
Sunny's hand moved before his brain caught up.
He wrapped his fist around his aching cock and started stroking—fast, rough, desperate. The water sloshed with every pump. Low, broken groans tore from his throat. He couldn't take his eyes off her reflection through the curtain: the elegant line of her spine, the full curve of her ass, the way droplets slid down her legs like slow tears.
Nephis didn't turn around, but she didn't move away either. She stood there, back to him, letting him watch. Letting him see exactly what he couldn't have right now.
It took less than a minute.
Sunny came with a strangled curse, hips bucking up out of the water. Thick ropes of cum arced through the air, splattering the side of the tub, the curtain, the floor—each pulse carrying that same overwhelming pomegranate scent. His whole body jerked with it, thighs trembling, breath ragged.
When the last shudder left him he slumped back, panting, cock still twitching against his stomach.
Nephis finally turned.
She stood there, completely naked, skin glistening, hair dripping, the faint red flush of arousal still high on her cheeks—but her expression was serene, almost bored.
"We're going to be late," she said calmly.
Sunny stared at her, wrecked, humiliated, and so turned on he could barely think.
Nephis shrugged one elegant shoulder. Summoning the Starlight legion armour which appeared with a cloud of shimmering sparks as it covered her damp body.
She walked past him—close enough that her wet thigh brushed his arm—and headed straight for the door, leaving him sitting in the ruined bathwater, surrounded by the scent of pomegranate and sex, cock still half-hard and dripping.
Sunny exhaled shakily.
Then he stood, water sluicing off him, and followed her out into the room—both of them buck naked, reeking of each other, with less than ten minutes until the dinner bell.
Dinner was going to be interesting.