'Damn, she's turning me on,' Makima thought, sliding a hand over Karui's hip, pulling her closer. She took her from behind, her movements slow, gentle, the water lapping around them like a rhythm.
Karui moaned softly, a HMMM, her hands gripping the tub's edge.
"Does it feel good?" Makima murmured, her lips against Karui's neck, tasting the mix of sweat and water.
Karui nodded, a raspy OHHH escaping as she surrendered, her hips following the rhythm. "Yeah... damn, yeah," she panted, her eyes half-closed, gleaming in the candlelight.
Makima varied the pace, still gentle but in control. She turned Karui to face her, their legs entwined, the water overflowing with each movement. "You're beautiful when you let go," she said, her fingers tracing Karui's full breasts, brushing her hardened nipples.
Karui growled, an AHH, arching under the contact. "You're... too much," she whispered, but she pressed against Makima, seeking more.
...
Karui on all fours in the shallow water, Makima behind her, hands on her hips. "You've never had this, have you?" Makima asked, her voice low, almost a growl.
Karui shook her head, a HNNNGH escaping as she pushed back, the water splashing around them.
Then Makima sat her on her lap, facing her, their foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingling. "Look at me," she commanded, and Karui obeyed, her amber eyes full of raw desire.
"I want... more," Karui panted, her hands clawing Makima's shoulders. They moved together, the water becoming a chaos of waves, their moans—OHHH! AHH!—resounding in the room.
They shifted to a lying position, Karui on her back, Makima on top, the water enveloping them like a warm blanket.
"You're perfect," Makima whispered, her lips brushing Karui's, who responded with a hesitant, then ravenous kiss. "You... damn, you," Karui groaned, her legs wrapping around Makima, their bodies trembling with intensity.
Time stretched, each position—Karui against the edge, then face-to-face again, then side by side—pushing them further.
The water flowed over their skin, amplifying every sensation, every word. "You're mine, Karui," Makima whispered at one point, and Karui, lost in the heat, moaned a YES, her body convulsing.
They reached orgasm together, a shared AHHHH! tearing through the air, their bodies collapsing into the water, panting, soaked, satisfied.
Makima caught her breath, her red hair clinging to her face, when a noise caught her attention. Near the slightly open door, Mabui was there, leaning against the wall, her hand under her skirt, the other pinching a nipple through her shirt. Her breath was heavy, her cheeks flushed, her eyes fixed on them, gleaming with desire.
'Well, what do I see,' Makima thought, an amused smirk on her lips.
She climbed out of the tub, water dripping, her harness still glistening with sweat and semen.
"Did you enjoy the show, slut?" she growled, approaching Mabui, who jumped but remained frozen.
"Didn't you have anything better to do than jerk off?"
Mabui lowered her eyes, trembling. "I just wanted to... make sure everything was okay, mistress," she whispered, her voice broken by excitement.
She fell to her knees, her hands hesitating near Makima. "Let me... clean up."
Makima chuckled, grabbing Mabui by the hair. "Go ahead, do your job." Mabui obeyed, her tongue sliding over the harness, sucking with desperate devotion, muffling a MMM as she cleaned the semen.
Makima watched, impassive, then pushed her away. "Get out, now. Prepare my things. I'm not done working."
She wrapped herself in a robe, casting a final glance at Karui, still in the water, eyes closed, a dazed smile on her lips. She's hooked, perfect, Makima thought, before leaving, Mabui scurrying behind like a docile shadow.
The steam from the bathroom had dissipated, but the air remained heavy, charged with a tension that clung to the skin. Makima, her robe barely tied.
Karui, still red and trembling from the bath, followed like hypnotized, her wet red hair dripping onto her bare shoulders. Mabui, still docile but her eyes gleaming with unspoken hunger, closed the procession, her lips still glistening from her previous task.
Makima's bedroom was spartan, a massive black-sheeted bed, an oil lamp casting dim light, and cold stone walls. The scent of sweat and power already hung in the air.
Makima stopped by the bed, letting her robe fall to the floor, her naked body gleaming in the light.
She turned to Karui and Mabui, a soft but authoritative smile on her lips. "Did you think we were done?" she said, her voice low, almost a growl. "We're going to have some more fun."
Karui swallowed, her full breasts rising with her rapid breathing, her brown nipples already hardened with anticipation. "You're... insatiable," she murmured, a mix of nervousness and desire in her amber eyes.
Mabui, beside her, lowered her head, her long black hair falling over her cheeks, but her fingers trembled, betraying her excitement. "Mistress, I... I'll do whatever you want," she whispered, her voice raspy.
Makima chuckled, approaching Karui with slow steps. "What I want? The two of you, on this bed, now." She grabbed Karui by the waist, her fingers sinking into her brown skin, and pushed her onto the sheets.
Karui landed with a HMPF!, her thighs parting reflexively, revealing her glistening pussy, the pink lips swollen.
Makima climbed onto the bed, her own firm breasts bouncing slightly, her abs tense with effort. She gestured to Mabui. "You, next to her. Move your ass."