Steam curled through the bathhouse like mist off a forgotten cauldron, thick and warm, veiling the stone tiles in a soft haze.
Lanterns hung low, their golden light dancing across the shimmering pools, the air heavy with lavender, lime oil, and the faint metallic tang of Kio's mineral salts.
The tavern beyond was still, its revelers long gone, leaving only the distant hum of crickets and the drip of condensation in the quiet.
Lira lounged in the shallow end of the central pool, her slender frame leaning against the smooth stone wall, arms draped along the rim.
Her legs spread lazily, toes skimming the water's surface, her silver hair clinging to her pale throat, still faintly marked from Kio's ropes.
Her emerald eyes gleamed with a mix of defiance and ease, her body relaxed but alive with lingering need.
Mira entered with the confidence of a queen, her towel slung low across her hips, barely clinging to her bronze skin.
Her red hair hung damp and wild, loose curls framing her shoulders, her full breasts swaying as she strode toward the pool, unashamed and radiant in the lanternlight.
"Well, look who's finally soaking off her stick," Mira said, her voice warm with teasing as she slipped into the water beside Lira, the ripples kissing their skin.
"Had to wash off the rope marks," Lira replied, her tone cool but edged with a smirk, her eyes flicking to Mira's curves.
Mira's grin sharpened, her amber eyes glinting. "Kio finally tied you up?"
"I asked for it," Lira said, her voice steady, a spark of pride beneath her snark.
"I bet you begged," Mira shot back, leaning closer, her thigh brushing Lira's under the water.
"I don't beg," Lira said, her smirk faltering, a faint flush creeping up her neck.
"You will soon, I can see it.," Mira purred, her leg lingering against Lira's, neither pulling away.
Steam rose between them, thick and heavy, amplifying the heat of their closeness.
Mira's gaze held Lira's, playful but sharp, a challenge unspoken.
"Want to play?" she asked, her voice casual but laced with intent.
"I don't gamble," Lira replied, her eyebrow arching, her snark a thin shield.
"No stakes," Mira said, her lips curving. "Just pride."
Lira tilted her head, intrigued. "…Go on."
Mira reached under the pool's edge, her fingers finding a hidden lever carved into the stone, worn smooth by use.
She pressed it, and the water trembled, a low hum rising from the pool's base as two smooth stones, each the size of a palm, slid from concealed slits in the wall.
Their surfaces vibrated faintly, powered by a clever spring mechanism beneath the bath, a tavern secret crafted for pleasure.
Lira raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching. "You've done this before."
"More times than I've done it alone," Mira said, her grin wicked as she picked up one stone and handed the other to Lira. "Between your thighs. Hold it there. First to moan loses."
Lira's smirk returned, sharp and defiant. "You'll be squealing in sixty seconds."
"We'll see," Mira said, her eyes closing in challenge as she leaned back, hands behind her head.
They shifted, sliding the stones between their thighs, adjusting their hips to press the vibrating surfaces against their cores.
The hum deepened, a steady pulse that sent heat curling through their bodies. Lira bit her lip, her thighs clenching to hold the stone in place.
Mira's nipples hardened, her tongue caught between her teeth, her bronze skin flushing in the steam.
Minutes passed, the bathhouse thick with heat and silence.
The hum intensified, relentless.
Lira's legs trembled, the stone pressing harder against her clit as she shifted, fighting to stay silent.
Mira's breath hitched, her eyes still closed, her body taut with effort.
Then—Lira inhaled sharply, a tiny, breathless sound slipping free.
Mira's eyes snapped open, her grin forming before Lira could recover.
"You lost," she said, her voice rich with triumph.
"I didn't moan," Lira hissed, her cheeks burning, her thighs still trembling.
"You whimpered," Mira countered, her amber eyes gleaming.
"A whimper isn't a—"
Mira lunged, sliding into Lira's lap, straddling her hips in a sudden collision of skin and heat.
Their breasts pressed together, slick with steam, Lira's chest band slipping as Mira's curves crushed against her.
Lira gasped—loud, unrestrained, her body arching into the contact.
"That was a moan," Mira purred, her lips brushing Lira's ear.
She kissed her then—messy, hot, lingering, her tongue teasing Lira's lips apart.
The stone between Lira's thighs hummed on, amplifying the heat pooling in her core.
When Mira pulled back, Lira was breathless, dazed, her emerald eyes wide with surrender.
"…Okay," Lira whispered, her voice raw, her snark gone. "Maybe I beg a little."
Mira's laughter rang off the stone, warm and unrestrained, the sound mingling with the steam as she leaned closer.
"Don't worry," she murmured, her lips grazing Lira's throat. "I'll teach you how."