Chapter 31: [R18 BONUS] Only a Bath?
While Aria let the water flow into the large stone bath in the corner of the chamber, using her magic to summon a steady, steaming stream, Freya began to undress. She moved with deliberate slowness, savoring the weight of Aria’s gaze on her.
First came the fitted black jacket of her business suit. She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Beneath it, the button-up shirt clung to her full, heavy breasts, the fabric stretched taut over her generous curves. Freya’s fingers worked the buttons one by one, revealing inch after inch of smooth, pale skin and the deep valley of her cleavage. The shirt joined the jacket. Next, she unzipped the tight pencil skirt, wiggling her wide hips as she pushed it down her thick thighs until it pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of it, now wearing only her black lace bra, matching panties, and sheer stockings.
Aria’s violet eyes burned with raw hunger as she watched her mistress strip. Her breathing remained controlled, but her fingers twitched at her sides. Still, her voice stayed perfectly calm and servile.
"Come here, Madam," Aria murmured, her tone low and velvety. "I will wash you."
Freya stepped into the hot water. A soft gasp escaped her as the scented liquid rose around her calves, then her thighs, and finally enveloped her body up to her chest. The heat sank deep into her muscles, soothing and arousing at the same time. The fragrance of fresh flowers — jasmine, rose, and something sweeter — filled the air.
"The water... it’s perfumed?" Freya asked, surprised.
"Of course, Madam. It is one of my skills as your personal maid," Aria replied smoothly. With a small flourish, she produced a bar of luxurious soap from thin air. "Secret of the maid," she added, giving Freya a playful wink.
Freya couldn’t help but let out a soft, genuine laugh at the cheeky reply. But the sound died in her throat the moment Aria’s soapy hands made contact with her skin.
The tension in the room thickened instantly.
Aria started at Freya’s shoulders, her strong yet gentle fingers gliding over the wet skin, spreading the slick lather. She worked slowly, thoroughly, massaging away the invisible weight of the day. Down her arms, then back up. The only sounds were the gentle splash of water, the soft wet glide of skin on skin, and Freya’s increasingly unsteady breathing.
Aria’s hands moved lower, cupping Freya’s heavy breasts from behind. She lifted them slightly, letting their full weight rest in her palms as her thumbs circled the sensitive nipples. She didn’t rush. She stroked, squeezed, and teased the soft, soapy flesh with deliberate care, feeling them grow heavier and more sensitive under her touch. Freya’s nipples hardened into stiff peaks, aching for more.
"Mmmh..." A tiny, timid moan slipped from Freya’s lips before she could stop it. She bit her lower lip, trying to stay quiet.
Aria said nothing. She simply continued her work, rolling the slick, soapy tits in her hands, pinching the nipples lightly between her fingers, pulling just enough to make Freya’s breath hitch. The water rippled around them with every movement.
Lower still. Aria’s hands traveled over Freya’s soft stomach, then down to her wide hips and thick thighs. She spread Freya’s legs slightly apart beneath the water. Her soapy fingers traced the sensitive inner thighs, brushing teasingly close to her pussy without quite touching it yet. Freya’s hips twitched involuntarily.
The maid’s touch finally reached the apex of Freya’s thighs. With slow, deliberate strokes, Aria began washing her mistress’s pussy. Her fingers glided along the plump outer lips, spreading them gently, cleaning every fold with slick, soapy motions. She circled Freya’s swollen clit with the pad of her thumb, applying just enough pressure to make the Dungeon Lord tremble.
"Ah... haa..." Freya let out another soft, shaky moan. Her head tilted back, eyes half-closed. The wet sounds of Aria’s fingers rubbing her slick cunt filled the quiet chamber — obscene little squelches mixed with the splash of bathwater.
Aria lingered there, stroking, caressing, teasing the sensitive flesh. She slipped one finger just barely inside Freya’s tight entrance, then withdrew, repeating the motion in a slow, maddening rhythm. She never pushed deeper, never sped up. Only enough to keep the fire burning hotter and hotter.
Freya’s breathing grew ragged. Her full chest rose and fell rapidly, water sloshing around her breasts. She gripped the edge of the bath, knuckles turning white, fighting the urge to beg.
After what felt like an eternity of torturous pleasure, Aria finally pulled her hands away and began rinsing her mistress with fresh, hot water summoned by her magic. The warm streams cascaded over Freya’s body, washing away the soap. Aria saved the most sensitive area for last. She directed the flow directly between Freya’s spread thighs, the hot water pulsing against her swollen pussy and clit.
Freya’s body jerked. The sensation was almost too much.
She suddenly grabbed Aria’s wrist, stopping her. Their eyes met — Freya’s gaze dark with raw desire, pupils blown wide.
"Please, Aria..." she whispered, voice husky and trembling with need. "Continue... here..."
Freya’s fingers tightened desperately around Aria’s wrist, pressing the maid’s hand firmly against her aching, exposed pussy beneath the warm water.
Aria’s violet eyes darkened with lust, but her movements remained controlled and teasing. "As you wish, Madam," she breathed, her voice low and obedient, yet dripping with desire.
Her fingers returned to Freya’s slick folds. Slowly, deliberately, she began to caress her swollen clit. At first, it was feather-light — just the pad of her middle finger tracing lazy, torturous circles around the sensitive nub. The touch was maddeningly gentle, sending sparks of electric pleasure racing through Freya’s body with every rotation.
"Mmmh...!" Freya moaned softly, her back arching instinctively. She gripped Aria’s arm tighter, nails digging into the maid’s smooth skin as another shaky breath escaped her lips.
Aria continued the slow torture, rubbing Freya’s clit in steady, gradually increasing circles. The wet, slippery sounds of her fingers gliding over the soaked, puffy pussy echoed lewdly in the chamber, mixing with the gentle lapping of bathwater against Freya’s curves. She applied more pressure, stroking the throbbing clit up and down, then side to side, feeling it swell and pulse even more under her expert touch. Every stroke made Freya’s hips twitch helplessly.
"Ahh... haaa...!" Freya’s moans grew louder, needier. Her voluptuous body trembled violently in the water. Her heavy breasts bobbed with each ragged breath, the stiff pink nipples begging for attention as they broke the surface. She clung to Aria’s arm like a lifeline, her back curving sharply as waves of pleasure made her hips buck greedily against those skilled fingers.
Aria leaned closer, her breath hot and teasing against Freya’s ear. With her free hand, she cupped Freya’s flushed cheek, tilting her mistress’s face toward her. Their eyes locked — both pairs burning with raw, animal hunger. Then Aria closed the distance.
She kissed Freya hard.
Their lips crashed together in a deep, possessive, and filthy kiss. Aria’s tongue immediately pushed into Freya’s mouth, claiming her with vigorous, hungry strokes. The kiss was messy, wet, and intense. Their tongues tangled and slid against each other, exploring every corner, sucking and licking as saliva coated their chins. A thin string of saliva connected their lips when they briefly parted for air, only to dive back in even more fiercely, tongues dancing obscenely.
All the while, Aria never stopped rubbing Freya’s clit.
Her fingers moved faster now, rubbing the sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves with firm, relentless strokes. Two fingers pressed on either side of the clit, squeezing it lightly while the middle finger flicked and circled the tip directly. The lewd, wet sounds of her hand working Freya’s dripping cunt — slick squelching and splashing — filled the air between their heated kisses. Freya moaned desperately into Aria’s mouth, the sound muffled but raw.
"Mmmph...! Haaah...! Nngh...!"
They pulled back slightly, tongues still touching, extended and sliding sensually against one another in a filthy, open-mouthed display. A long, glistening string of saliva stretched between their mouths, shining in the soft light before breaking and dripping down onto Freya’s heaving breasts. Both women’s eyes were half-lidded, glazed with pure lust, shining with overwhelming need.
Freya gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure as Aria’s fingers continued their cruel, delicious assault on her throbbing clit.
"Aaaah... Aria... you are so beautiful tonight..." she moaned, the words trembling out of her like a prayer.
Aria’s eyes flashed with dark satisfaction. She pressed their foreheads together, their hot, panting breaths mingling as she kept stroking Freya’s swollen, sensitive clit in slow, firm, torturous circles — keeping her right on the agonizing edge, never letting her fall over.
But she wasn’t done teasing.
Aria dipped her fingers lower for a moment, spreading Freya’s slick pussy lips wide open under the water, exposing her dripping hole to the heat. Then she returned to the clit, rubbing it faster, harder, using the pad of her thumb to press down rhythmically while her other fingers teased the entrance without ever sliding inside.
Freya’s whole body shuddered. Her thick thighs trembled and clenched around Aria’s hand. She arched her back even more, pushing her heavy, soapy tits forward as desperate, broken moans spilled from her lips.
"Haaah...! Ahhhn... Aria... please... it feels so good...!"
The water splashed louder now with every involuntary roll of Freya’s hips. Her pussy was soaking, throbbing, clenching desperately around nothing as Aria kept her trapped in that perfect, unbearable rhythm — stroking, circling, pressing, never stopping, never giving her the release she so clearly craved.
Aria’s own breathing had grown heavier, her cheeks flushed, but she maintained perfect control, savoring every twitch, every moan, every desperate squeeze of Freya’s fingers on her arm.
The tension between them was electric, thick enough to taste. The air felt heavy with the scent of flowers, sweat, and raw feminine arousal. Freya writhed in the bath, completely at the mercy of her maid’s skilled hand and burning gaze, lost in the rising pleasure that refused to crest.