Chapter 46: A Lewd Bath with Skyla [R 18]
A Lewd Bath with Skyla [R 18]
“Skyla.”
His voice was rough.
Lower than usual.
“Yes, Young Master?”
She tried to sound normal.
She failed.
Her voice came out breathy.
Soft.
Almost like a whisper.
Victor said nothing else.
He simply watched her.
His eyes traveled over her body.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
The same way she had looked at him.
She wore nothing but a thin towel wrapped around her.
It barely covered anything.
Water droplets clung to her skin.
Her shoulders were bare.
Her collarbones prominent.
The curve of her breasts pressed against the damp fabric.
His gaze made her shiver.
Not from cold.
From something else entirely.
She had been filled with a strange impulse moments ago.
A sudden urge.
A reckless thought that had bloomed in her chest.
She had followed it without thinking.
Without questioning.
Without considering the consequences.
Now she was here.
In front of him.
And she couldn’t turn back.
Even if she wanted to.
Skyla stepped into the bath.
Water rippled around her legs.
It lapped at her thighs.
Her soft skin met the warm liquid.
She gasped slightly at the temperature.
Then she settled into the water.
Victor shifted forward.
He gave her space behind him.
His back was broad.
Muscular.
Covered in old scars.
The marks of countless battles.
She had traced them before.
But never like this.
Never with her heart pounding this hard.
Skyla reached for the soap.
Her fingers found it near the edge.
She lathered the towel carefully.
Working the foam into the fabric.
Then she placed her hands on his back.
Victor tensed beneath her touch.
His muscles tightened.
Then slowly relaxed.
She began to rub the towel across his shoulders.
Gentle circles.
Firm pressure.
Each movement was deliberate.
Each stroke was meant to soothe.
But the effect was the opposite.
Victor felt his blood heat.
It raced through his veins.
Every nerve in his body seemed to focus on her hands.
On her soft palms.
On the way she moved across his skin.
The blood within him began to boil.
His breathing grew heavier.
His fingers curled against the edge of the bath.
She continued washing his back.
Slowly.
Thoroughly.
Down his spine.
Across his shoulder blades.
Over the ridges of his muscles.
The towel moved lower.
Closer to his waist.
Then back up again.
Her hands were small.
Soft.
Gentle.
But they felt like fire against his skin.
And that fragrance.
That maiden body fragrance of hers.
It filled his nostrils.
Sweet and pure.
It wrapped around him like a spell.
It clouded his thoughts.
It made him want things he shouldn’t want.
She was his servant.
He had always treated her with indifference.
Distance.
Professional respect.
But now?
Now he couldn’t think of anything else.
The blood gathered in his crotch.
His cock throbbed beneath the water.
It ached with a need that wouldn’t be ignored.
He could feel the pressure building.
The tension coiling deep within him.
His muscles trembled with restraint.
He wanted to turn around.
To grab her.
To pull her against him.
But he held himself back.
Barely.
After several minutes, Skyla paused.
Her hands stopped moving.
She took a breath.
Then she shifted forward.
Leaning closer to him.
Her chest nearly brushed against his back.
“Young Master, I’ll help you wash your front too.”
Her voice was quiet.
Almost shy.
But there was determination beneath it.
Victor’s heart lurched.
He didn’t respond.
He simply turned around.
His eyes met hers.
She moved to face him.
The water rippled between them.
She reached out with the towel.
Her hands pressed against his chest.
She began to wash him there.
Her fingers traced the lines of his pectorals.
The definition of his muscles.
The ridges of his abdomen.
She could feel his heartbeat under her palm.
Rapid.
Strong.
Almost frantic.
His skin was hot beneath her touch.
Almost burning.
Her own body responded in kind.
Heat pooled in her belly.
Her cheeks flushed.
Her breathing quickened.
Victor stared at her.
He couldn’t look away.
His eyes traveled down her body.
They settled on her chest.
Her bosom was full.
Generous.
It was right in front of him.
Jiggling slightly with every movement she made.
The thin towel clung to her curves.
It was wet.
Transparent in places.
He could see the shape of her breasts.
The firm curve of them.
The way they moved.
And there.
Just beneath the fabric.
He could see her small pink nipples.
Hard.
Erect.
Pressing against the damp cloth.
They seemed to call out to him.
His hands itched.
His fingers twitched.
They wanted to touch.
To feel.
To explore those two treasures.
His breathing grew ragged.
His control slipped further.
Skyla felt his intense gaze on her chest.
Her face burned.
Red.
Deep crimson.
It spread from her cheeks down to her neck.
Her body responded in ways she couldn’t control.
Her heart pounded against her ribs.
Her skin tingled wherever his eyes touched.
She kept working on washing his front.
Her hands moved slowly.
Too slowly.
Torturously slowly.
Across his chest.
Down his abdomen.
Over his defined stomach.
She felt his muscles clench beneath her palm.
The heat radiating from his body.
The tension coiled in every fiber of his being.
Neither of them spoke.
They didn’t need to.
The silence between them was heavy.
Charged.
Thick with unspoken desire.
Victor stared at her nipples.
They were so close.
So perfect.
He could almost feel them under his fingers.
He could imagine touching them.
Circling them.
Watching her react to his touch.
He was lost in the vision.
Lost in the fantasy.
Lost in her.
“Aahn!!”
Skyla’s sudden cry shattered the moment.
Victor snapped out of his daze.
His eyes flew to her face.
Her expression had changed.
Her eyes were wide.
Her mouth slightly open.
Shock.
Surprise.
Something else flickering in her gaze.
“Skyla, what happened?”
His voice was rough.
Concerned.
He leaned forward slightly.
She didn’t answer immediately.
Her eyes were fixed somewhere below.
His gaze followed hers.
Down through the water.
To what was trying to emerge from the depths.
His cock.
His little brother.
It had risen completely.
Poking upward.
Breaking the surface of the water.
Nine inches.
Thick.
Veiny.
Throbbing with need.
It stood like a tower.
Proud.
Demanding.
Impossible to ignore.
Victor’s face flushed.
Deep red spread across his cheeks.
His ears burned.
His neck flushed.
He had shown her something he shouldn’t have.
Not yet.
Not like this.
His mouth opened to speak.
But nothing came out.
What could he possibly say?
Skyla stared at the monster.
At the length of it.
The thickness.
The veins that ran along its shaft.
She had never seen anything like it.
It was…
Impossible.
Her lips parted.
Her breath caught in her throat.
“Y-young Master, is your penis swollen?”
Her voice came out as a whisper.
Shocked.
Curious.
And something else.
Something she refused to name.
“How did it become so big?”
Victor struggled to respond.
His voice came out strained.
“Well, it has grown up now.”
He sounded uncertain.
Embarrassed.
He shifted his body.
Trying to hide himself.
But there was nowhere to hide.
The water was too clear.
The space too small.
She had already seen everything.
Skyla’s eyes remained fixed on his cock.
She couldn’t look away.
Her gaze traced every vein.
Every inch.
The way it pulsed with his heartbeat.
“Ummm, Young Master.”
She hesitated.
Her face reddened even further.
She could barely meet his eyes.
“S-Should I wash it too?”
Her voice was barely audible.
Almost lost beneath the sound of the water.
Victor stared at her.
His heart stopped.
Then raced.
His mouth went dry.
He couldn’t respond.
Couldn’t form words.
He just looked at her.
At her flushed face.
Her trembling lips.
The desire in her eyes.
She wanted to touch him.
The realization hit him like a wave.
She wanted to wash him there.
To hold him in her hands.
The thought made his cock throb even harder.
It pulsed with need.
Ached with anticipation.
“Huh?”
Victor let out a dumbfounded sound at her unexpected request.
When he looked at her face.
She had blushed deeply.
She lowered her head in embarrassment.
But her shameful look was very cute.
His dick became harder and bigger.
He imagined the act of her doing that.
“Okay, please do that!” Victor said.
He wanted to refuse.
But his lust was overwhelming right now.
He ended up agreeing with her.
Skyla nodded.
She slowly moved her hands towards his little brother.
Still underwater.
She gently wrapped the soapy towel around his little brother.
She started washing slowly.
Rubbing the soapy fabric over his throbbing length.
Her touch was gentle but firm.
She explored every inch with care.
Mnhhh~
Victor let out a soft moan of pleasure.
His eyes fluttered closed.
The sensation was overwhelming.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him.
His hands gripped the edges of the bathtub.
His knuckles turned white.
Skyla continued her work.
Her heart pounded in her chest.
But she didn’t stop.
She wanted to please him.
She wanted to make him feel good.
The water rippled around them.
Candlelight flickered on the walls.
Steam rose in soft clouds.
In that small bathroom.
Something was changing between them.
Something that could never be undone.