Leon leaned over her, one hand fisting her hair, the other grabbing a bouncing tit and squeezing it hard. "You feel this?" he hissed in her ear, teeth grazing her lobe. "This is what a real cock feels like. This is what it means to be fucked by your Master."
She sobbed, biting her lip, eyes rolling. "So… so deep…! I c-can't—ah!—I can't think—!"
"Don't think. Just feel."
He pulled out almost entirely—just the tip inside—then slammed back in with a deep, wet slap. Her whole body jerked forward, ass rippling from the impact. Water surged around them, splashing over the edge.
Her tails were going wild—thrashing, twitching, spraying water everywhere. Her legs trembled, thighs shaking violently with every brutal thrust.
"Gods… your cunt's fucking perfect," Leon snarled, driving into her again and again. "Tighter than anything I've ever had. Fuck, it's like it was made for my cock."
"It was…" she moaned, voice high and ragged. "I was made for you…"
Leon reached down and slapped her ass—hard. The sound cracked through the air, and her walls clenched instantly, milking his cock even tighter.
"You're fucking right you were."
He rammed into her faster now, relentless. No rhythm—just raw, desperate thrusts. His balls slapped against her swollen pussy with every plunge. Her breath hitched, her body shook, and suddenly her legs gave out.
She started to collapse, but he caught her by the waist and kept going—lifting her up slightly as he jackhammered her from behind, her body bouncing off him like a fucktoy.
"Gonna cum inside this ruined little pussy," he growled. "Gonna fill you till you're dripping."
"Yes! Please, Master, do it! Breed me—fill me up! I want it—I want everything!"
Leon grunted, holding her hips still as the pressure exploded.
"Fuck—!"
He came hard.
His cock throbbed inside her, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her womb. Her pussy clamped down, milking him for every last drop, squeezing around him like it didn't want to let go.
Selene screamed again, body locking up as she came with him. Her pussy convulsed, spasmed, trying to suck him even deeper as her orgasm tore through her.
They stayed like that for a moment—his cock buried to the hilt, her cunt overflowing with cum and blood and slick, both of them trembling from the intensity.
Finally, Leon pulled out with a wet pop.
His cum poured out of her instantly—white, sticky, messy—spilling down her thighs, mixing with the blood in the water.
Selene collapsed forward, body limp, face pressed against the stone, mouth open and gasping.
Leon wasn't done.
He grabbed her hair and turned her around, pulling her mouth close to his still-hard cock, now coated in a filthy mess of fluids.
"Clean it."
Selene moaned weakly, eyes half-lidded and glazed with lust. "Yes, Master…"
She opened wide and took him in again, licking, sucking, tasting the mix of her virgin blood and his cum. Her tongue worked over every inch, slow and eager.
Leon groaned, hand resting on her head. "Good fucking girl."
*****
Leon leaned back against the edge of the pool, breath still shallow, cock softening, slick with the aftermath. His muscles twitched, overstimulated, and the heat of the water did little to wash away the sticky mess clinging to his skin.
"…I'm all messy again," he muttered, looking down at himself—cum smeared across his abs, thighs marked with red and white streaks. "And this water's no good either."
Selene giggled softly from where she floated beside him, cheeks flushed, her expression dazed but devoted. "Don't worry, Master," she said, brushing soaked silver strands from her face. "As your maid, I'm proficient in household magic."
She lifted her hand lazily and snapped her fingers with a practiced flick.
Woosh.
In an instant, the grime was gone. Leon's skin tingled as invisible currents swept over him—warm, silky, like air and water at once.
Selene leaned closer, pressing her cheek to his arm with a smile. "See? Spotless. Not even a stain left behind."
****
Yes, they could clean themselves with magic. A simple flick of the fingers and poof—gone was the dirt, the sweat, the blood. So then, why bathe?
Because bathing wasn't just about getting clean.
It was about the heat seeping into sore limbs. The quiet that filled the air between conversations. The stillness you didn't find in battle or stress or day-to-day survival.
In this bleeding wasteland, few had the luxury. Water wasn't easy to come by. Magic didn't grow on trees. Only someone like Leon—a royalty—could afford such indulgences.
Not everyone had an aqua imp to fetch water. Not everyone could conjure it from thin air or heat a bath with a flick of the wrist.
But he could.
****
He chuckled under his breath, still examining his hands. "Magic sure is convenient…"
For someone from Earth, where cleaning meant scrubbing, washing, and cursing at stubborn stains, the sudden, effortless purity felt… surreal.
He leaned back, letting the steam brush his skin, his mind drifting—until the warm air around them suddenly shifted.
Light flared at the edge of his vision.
His head snapped toward Selene—only to freeze.
She was glowing.
Not faintly. Not gently. Her entire body pulsed with a pale, silvery-blue radiance, like moonlight caught in a storm. The surface of the water around her rippled violently as her tails whipped, splashing. The steam grew thick, the light blinding.
"What the hell?!" Leon jolted upright, reaching for her.
Selene clutched her chest, eyes wide, her voice shaky.
"I—I don't know… It's burning…!" she gasped, sinking to her knees in the water. "My whole body's on fire. Everything hurts."
Her tails thrashed behind her, her nails digging into her arms, lips trembling.
"It's aching all over…!"
Leon's heart pounded. He had no idea what was happening. Was she cursed? Poisoned? Dying?
"Selene!" He grabbed her shoulders, panicking. "What's happening to you?!"
She gritted her teeth, barely able to respond. Her body trembled like it was tearing itself apart from the inside.