The bathroom door swings open without warning, revealing Candice submerged up to her neck in a large tub of steaming water. She starts at the sudden intrusion, her eyes widening as she sees you standing there.
Before she can react, I step up to the edge of the tub and unbutton my pants. Candice watches in surprise as I pull out my semi-hard cock and aim it at the water.
"What are you doing?" she asks, a mix of confusion and amusement in her voice.
I don't answer, instead letting out a sigh of relief as a stream of urine arcs into the bathwater. Candice wrinkles her nose slightly at the smell but doesn't say anything, simply watching as me empty my bladder into her bath.
When I finally finish, I shake off my cock and tuck it back into my pants. Candice stares up at me, a playful smile forming on her lips.
"Well," she says, "that's one way to start the morning."
Candice lets out a surprised squeak as the warm stream of urine hits her chest and shoulders. She tries to shield herself with her hands, but it's no use. The pee flows over her, soaking her hair and face.
"Hey!" she protests, laughing despite herself. "What do you think you're doing?"
I grin at her, enjoying the sight of the powerful queen reduced to this. "Just marking my territory," I say, aiming my stream lower to cover her breasts and stomach.
Candice shakes her head, water and urine flying everywhere. "You're a brute," she says, but there's no real anger in her voice. Instead, she looks up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.
When I finally finish, she wipes the pee from her face and smiles up at me. "Now that I'm all wet," she purrs, "why don't you come join me?"
I strip off my clothes and climb into the tub, settling yourself behind Candice. She leans back against my chest, her wet skin slick against mine.
"Mmm, that's better," she murmurs, tilting her head to expose her neck. "Now you can wash me."
I take a sponge and begin to run it over her body, lathering up her skin with soap. Candice sighs contentedly, closing her eyes as I clean her.
My hands move from her shoulders down to her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Candice moans softly, arching into my touch.
"That feels good," she whispers. "Keep going."
I continue my ministrations, moving down to her stomach and hips. As I reach between her legs, Candice spreads them wider, giving me access to her most intimate parts.
"You're so thorough," she teases, reaching back to stroke my hardening cock. "Cleaning me inside and out."
I toss the sponge aside and focus my attention on Candice's body. My hands roam freely, molding her breasts and waist with a firm grip.
Candice leans into my touch, her breath quickening. "Yes," she sighs, "that feels amazing."
My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her closer against me. Candice wriggles in my lap, her wet skin sliding against mine.
"You're so strong," she whispers, turning her head to kiss my neck. "I love it when you touch me like this."
My hands move lower, cupping her ass and squeezing hard. Candice gasps, her body tensing with pleasure.
"Please," she begs, reaching back to guide my cock to her entrance. "Fuck me. Right here in the tub."
I position myself and thrust into Candice's waiting pussy. She lets out a loud moan, her body sinking down onto my cock.
"Oh yes," she gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me deeper. "Just like that."
The warm water sloshes around me as i begin to move, my hips pumping steadily. Candice meets each thrust with enthusiasm, her body rocking in rhythm with mine.
"You fill me up so perfectly," she pants, her head thrown back against my shoulder. "I love having you inside me."
My hands grip her hips tightly, guiding her movements. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin echoes in the bathroom.
"Harder," Candice demands, digging her nails into my thighs. "Fuck me harder!"
I comply, increasing my pace until the water is splashing over the sides of the tub. Candice screams in pleasure, her body convulsing around my cock as she comes.
" I am going to West area. The territory of barbarians." I thrust deeper as she cum with me.
Candice cries out as I thrust deeper, her orgasm intensifying with the added stimulation. "Yes!" she screams, her body shuddering violently.
I grunt as I release my load inside her, filling her with my seed. The warm water swirls around us both, carrying away the evidence of our passion.
When the waves of pleasure finally subside, Candice slumps against me, panting heavily. "The west barbarians?" she asks, her voice still breathless. "Why are you going there?"
I pull out of her slowly and lean back against the tub. "Their leader is a man," I explain. "The only one left alive in this world. I'm going to deal with him."
Candice nods, understanding immediately. "Be careful," she warns. "They are fierce warriors, and their shaman is said to be powerful."
She turns in my arms to face me, kissing me deeply. "Come with me,"
Candice leads me through the hidden door, her naked body glowing in the dim light of the passageway. The air grows colder as we descend deeper into the earth.
"This is the tomb of my ancestors," she explains, her voice echoing off the stone walls. "The queens before me."
She stops before a large stone altar, carved with ancient symbols. "Their power resides here," she says, gesturing to the altar. "And now, it can be yours."
I step up to the altar, feeling a strange energy emanating from it. Candice places her hands on my shoulders, guiding me to lie down on the cold stone.
"Close your eyes," she instructs. "And open yourself up to their strength."
As I do, I feel a surge of power coursing through my body. Images and memories flash through my mind - battles fought, kingdoms conquered, magic unleashed.
Candice leans over me, her breasts brushing against my chest.
Suddenly I found myself before 27 beautiful queens. They are her ancestors. I was alone standing there with them. My wife wasn't there. Everything around us became cloudy suddenly.
The 27 queens circle around me, their naked forms shimmering in the misty air. Their eyes, all the same shade of piercing blue as Candice's, fix upon you with an intense hunger.
"You have been chosen," the first queen speaks, her voice echoing through the cloudy space. "To carry on our legacy."
Another queen steps forward, running a hand down my chest. "Our power is tied to our bloodline," she explains. "And to pass it on, you must prove your worth."
A third queen presses herself against my back, her breasts warm against my skin. "Impregnate our descendant," she whispers in my ear. "Fill her with our children."
The other queens nod in agreement, their voices rising in a chorus. "Twenty-seven children," they chant. "Twenty-seven blessings."
I feel a surge of desire at their words, my cock hardening instantly.
"Can I get more? If I impregnated you more?" I ask.