[E] Vol II, Ch 70 – A completely totally chaste chapter wherein nothing lewd at all happens. Just your average, perfectly normal bath here, yup.

The four vyxa cleaned and scrubbed me with vigor. Arms held me down as I squirmed, whined, and groaned, though not out of any real displeasure.

My hair was moved and pinned up out of the way as Favelle gently washed my face and neck. When her sponge touched my horns, I remembered just how sensitive they were and tried to—unsuccessfully—wiggle out from her grasp.

Thera lifted my legs up into the air across her shoulders, exposing my bottom. She bathed what she could of my thighs as Saryn attacked my feet. The wicked tease washed them, but still seemed far more concerned with fondling and tickling each foot and toe than anything else. Her smirk from over Thera’s shoulder told me she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

Seni shifted down to the floor, using the gap from my raised bum to scour my delicate bottom. I squirmed from her rough handling, wishing I could tell her to be gentler, yet somehow also secretly glad that she couldn’t understand me.

They could do whatever they wanted to me, and I’d be in no place to stop them. None of them would even understand me. The thought had my head spinning, a surge of lust traveling directly to my wet cunt. My lips parted, and I almost shouted for them to slow down just to see if they would mistake it for a cry of pleasure and continue even harder. The chance that they would actually stop or slow, however, had the words catching in my throat.

Then Seni slid the sponge up between my cheeks, causing me to moan. The high pitch, passionate cry gave away my true feelings better than any words could. As my hips lurched upward, I tried to stop myself from going over the edge, knowing that I was close. My legs squeezing around Thera’s head and neck, just barely holding my orgasm at bay.

Then Favelle’s hand circled around one horn, sliding smoothly up and down it as another sponge slid up my inner thigh, tantalizingly close to my pussy. I moaned loudly, my hips doing another involuntary hop, and I couldn’t hold it off any longer.

I came.

Seni managed to keep rubbing the sponge between the cheeks of my ass as I bucked and bleated out. My eyes squeezed shut, but I could feel my untouched cunt squirting, covering myself, and likely Thera in cum.

None of them waited or slowed what they were doing. If anything, they rubbed and scoured my ever-sensitive skin harder, their bodies pressing up against me and hands finding more places to fondle as I came all over the lot of us. It made me moan and cum all the more, knowing that they would just keep going on and on no matter how overwhelmed my body felt.

Fingers pinched my nipple and my body jolted harder, more needy whines of pleasure escaping my throat. Two hands rubbed along my inner thigh, shifting as I bounced against Thera’s shoulders but never moving close enough to touch my naked slit—as though saying that they didn’t need to touch me like that to make me orgasm.

My orgasm came down, but my lust did not. I opened my eyes to see a glistening wet and cum-covered Thera, her normal passive frown replaced with a wide grin, thoroughly pleased.

Perhaps squirting all over a girl was considered a compliment here.

The sponge in her grasp gestured between my legs as she spoke to me, seemingly asking whether it was okay for her to clean there.

I gave a jerky nod, thoroughly flushed and mortified at how well I’d just drenched us both in my cum.

She purred out a response, her words sweeter than the purest sugar. Rather than moving the sponge forward as I expected, however, her head slid further down between my thighs. My brain had barely a second to catch up before her lips parted and a long tongue curled out from her mouth. I felt her hot breath as it slid smoothly up my slit.

Another moan was forced from me, and my hips bucked yet again, stopped only by Thera’s warm mouth. She met my wet cunt with a chaste kiss. Enchanting eyes stared back into mine as she pulled away, a thick string of cum trailing from her lower lip to my slit. The sight of it had my body burning all the hotter. Then she licked her lips, causing the sticky string to fall to her chin. Her lower face was fully covered in it, and her gaze burned into me as she continued to smile.

I melted.

Thera flicked her tongue up along my pussy once again, cum and saliva mixing into another sticky trail into her mouth. Then her tongue went back to the very important task of “cleaning” me. As she licked and slurped away, I felt another orgasm approaching, and I wasn’t sure that I was ready to face it.

My body twitched and shook at each pass of her tongue, growing ever hotter. The other three vyxa gave suspicious whispers back and forth, making me worry what they were up to next. Favelle’s hand reached out, grabbing one of my breasts. Then she leaned forward above me. Her chest dangled over me as her lips circled a nipple. Fingers clutching around my tit, I felt her wet tongue swirl around my areola.

Favelle’s lips tightened, and she began to suck in a passionate fervor, taking my breath away. She did so with such zeal, that I feared she might suck it off. Perhaps she thought that if she suckled hard enough something would surely come out. My horny mind wanted her to continue her efforts until it did, imagining milk spilling out from my breasts and into her mouth. As I moaned, I could almost convince myself that she was already drinking it.

Meanwhile, Thera’s mouth found its way around a certain little button, and my second orgasm hit me with sudden force.

I came and she lapped me up like a cat, her arms gripping around my legs to keep my bucking hips from pulling me away from her meal. My thigh tightened around her head to help her, shoving her firmly up against my wet slit. I felt her tongue find its way properly inside me for the first time, and I let out desperate mewls, communicating in the only way I could to never stop.

It took what felt like several minutes before it ended, Favelle suckling away through it all, before finally releasing me. Thera caught her breath as my muscles all gave out on me, my arms and legs flopping uselessly to the stone floor. I groaned, waiting for a bout of dizziness to subside. Thankfully, they let me rest.

But not indefinitely.

The four of them conspired with one another, knowing that I couldn’t understand a word of it. Then they all hovered over me, staring down at my cum and soap covered body sprawled out before them, not nearly as clean as I had been just a few minutes ago. Sponges hovered above me. Four pairs of eyes met my own, and I gulped. Then they attacked.

This time, nothing was spared except my empty, needy holes.

By the time they were done, I felt rubbed completely raw. My skin turned excessively sensitive. Though whether it was just from all their scrubbing or from something in the soap itself, I wasn’t entirely sure.

My whole body was limp and twitched unceasingly as I laid out across the stony floor. Lust and desire swirling inside like a never-ending tide ready to flood and drown me. I hadn’t orgasmed again, but it had been a close thing. The four continued their chatter, sounding exceedingly pleased with themselves.

More wide pans of water were used to rinse all of us off, after which the four other vyxa gave out a collective cheer. Rather than their excitement dulling, it only seemed to heighten.

Hands touched my delicate red skin, pulling me up to my feet. I realized in horror that the wash wasn’t the main event, and moaned unbidden. Legs shaking, they half carried me forward. My daze fell away as they shepherded me around the side of the pool to some kind of low and wide table with a smooth leathery surface. It looked across the gardens through a big glass window. I stared out of it, remembering just how exposed this strange bath was. Anyone could have probably come by and seen what we’d been doing in here.

Somehow I suspected nothing we’d done was against any of the rules, and that the bath was intentionally easy to see into. A hint of worry began to resettle into my gut about the nature of this place.

Then Seni gestured toward the low table, saying something I couldn’t begin to understand. I assumed she wanted me to sit, and wobbling, I stepped forward to do so. With a few words in exchange, two of the other vyxa rushed off, making me only more confused. Then Seni moved around to the other side of the strange table, and leaned forward across it. It was so low that her butt stuck up slightly in the air, becoming more level as her legs spread open. When she gestured again, repeating her previous words, I shyly followed her example and leaned over it across from her.

The smooth leather wasn’t nearly as cold as the stone below, something which I was quite grateful for. It also took the weight off my poor legs. I shifted my arms to allow my chest to lower. Hardened nipples rubbed against leather, making me shiver, and I felt a drip of cum slowly rolling down my leg.

Somehow, I felt bad that I was already making a mess of myself after such a thorough bath.

My gaze peeked out the massive window to my right, spotting nothing but trees and bushes. Then I looked back to Seni, wondering exactly what the purpose of this was and why we were doing this instead of going into the bath.

Thera and Saryn came back, each carrying a narrow jar full of some orange liquid. Favelle was nowhere to be seen, having potentially left, though I couldn’t be sure. Saryn nearly tripped in her rush to get back to us, managing just barely not to drop it. To my surprise, she came up to me, rather than Seni. When I looked back at her she said something to me, possibly something like “I called dibs on you,” but it could have just as easily been any other number of things. The language barrier was truly frustrating.

As Saryn stopped behind me, she paused, a frown crossing her face as she mumbled something. Then she gestured at the jar and then back to me.

I shrugged, figuring she wanted to pour some of the substance on me, or perhaps in my hair. “Go ahead,” I told her. At this point, I’d do anything they told me.

She asked something of Seni and the others, which caused them to shrug as well. Then, with another few words, she stepped right behind me and I felt something warm drizzle onto my lower back. Her fingers came soon after, and it was only then that I finally realized what this was.

I was getting a massage.

She kneaded and pressed the slick, warm oil into the skin of my lower back, leaving each area she touched tingling, an odd warmth slowly spreading. A moan slipped unimpeded from my mouth as more drops of excitement rolled down from the slit between my legs, undoing more of their work in cleaning them.

No, it was much worse than a simple massage. I was getting the vyxa version of one.