Slowly, they started getting out of the water, except Xylendra, who was still trembling.

Varra, her moonlit skin glowing, a soft smile gracing her lips, whispered, "I feel… reborn."

Seraphina, her enormous breasts still heaving, pouted dramatically. "He didn't even touch me! It's so unfair!"

Nivara, her purple skin shimmering, chuckled softly, placing a hand on Seraphina's shoulder. "Patience, Princess."

Vegia, her pink eyes wide, looked at Aiden with a mix of awe and shyness.

Zerra, the mischievous goblin, bounced on the balls of her feet.

Thristle, her red skin glowing, winked at Aiden. "You're certainly making quite the impression, My King."

Selvara, her white eyes with slit pupils fixed on Aiden, gave a soft huff. "He has a way of… loosening everyone up."

Aiden chuckled, then slowly, he and Valeforia began to disentangle themselves, the water swirling around them.

Valeforia, still flushed and breathless, slid off his lap, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax.

One by one, the women began to exit the bath, wrapping towels around their still-glistening bodies.

They chatted amongst themselves, their voices light and happy, a chorus of satisfied sighs and playful banter.

"Oh, I feel so much better," Serica hummed, adjusting her towel. "Truly, a cleansing experience."

"My skin feels so soft," Varra added, her hand caressing her moonlit arm.

"It was… exhilarating," Lysandra murmured, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Seraphina, however, continued to grumble. "Still, he didn't even touch me. All that fun and I missed out."

Nivara, ever the calm presence, simply smiled.

Vegia, her pink eyes still wide, watched Aiden with a shy longing, but said nothing.

Zerra, however, bounced around, her crimson eyes sparkling.

Valeforia, her mulled wine red hair clinging to her shoulders, leaned against Aethoniel, both of them still panting slightly. "He's truly magnificent, isn't he, Aethoniel?"

Aethoniel, her antennae still quivering faintly, nodded, a soft, dreamy look in her golden eyes. "Beyond words."

They all began to move towards the exit of the bathhouse, their voices fading as they walked away.

"Are you all leaving me?" Xylendra's voice was a desperate, almost broken whisper, her cat-like eyes wide with a sudden, dawning fear.

She was still slumped against the side of the bath, her massive breasts heaving, her purple skin flushed, her silver hair a wild mess.

She was alone, completely vulnerable, and her gaze darted to Aiden, who was still in the water, his blue eyes fixed on her. "You're leaving me with… with Saviour?"

The other women, already at the door, paused for a moment, their backs to her.

They exchanged knowing glances, a soft murmur of agreement passing between them.

"He'll take good care of you, Onee-chan," Valeforia called back, a mischievous glint in her golden eyes, then she disappeared through the door with the others, their laughter echoing softly as they left.

Xylendra's breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

Her eyes, wide and terrified, locked onto Aiden, who slowly began toward her, his powerful frame glistening, his blue eyes burning with an intense, unyielding desire. He was full in sex mode.

"No… no, please…" She whimpered, her voice barely audible, her body trembling violently.

She tried to push herself up, to escape, but her limbs felt like jelly, still weak and trembling from Valeforia's earlier ministrations and the other women's playful assault.

Aiden moved with a predatory grace, stepping toward her, his muscles rippling, his cock still hard and engorged.

He was beside her in an instant, his hands reaching out, pulling her away from the cold stone, into his embrace.

"My shy little Xylendra," Aiden murmured, his voice a low, husky growl against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

He kissed her neck, a wet, open-mouthed kiss that made her gasp.

"N-no… Sir… please… I'm… I'm too sensitive…" She protested weakly, her body still trembling, her massive breasts heaving against his chest.

He ignored her plea, his lips trailing down her collarbone, tasting the water and her unique essence.

His hands moved to cup her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, then kneading it, drawing a soft moan from her.

"Oh! Ahh! Saviour!" She cried out, her body arching into his touch, her cat-like eyes fluttering closed.

He kissed her deeply, hungrily, his tongue dancing with hers, a fierce, unyielding passion that stole her breath.

Her lips were soft, sweet, and she met his kiss with a desperate fervor, her hands clutching his shoulders, her nails digging in.

His hands moved from her ass, cupping her massive breasts, squeezing them gently, his thumbs circling her dusky nipples, which were already painfully hard and erect.

"Such beautiful breasts," He murmured against her lips, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

"Oh! Saviour! Please! They're so sensitive!" She begged, her voice raw with pleasure and a hint of pain.

Her massive boobs bounced with his ministrations, her body writhing against his.

He pulled back from her lips, his mouth closing around one of her nipples, suckling with a greedy intensity.

Xylendra screamed, a long, drawn-out cry of pure ecstasy, her body arching violently, her hips bucking against his. "Ah! Oh! Sir! Yes! Don't stop! Never stop!"

He suckled harder, his tongue swirling around her nipple, drawing it deeper into his mouth, while his other hand squeezed her other breast, pinching her nipple.

His cock, still hard and engorged, pressed against her wet folds, a silent promise.

He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist, her massive ass pressing against his pelvis.

He held her close, her wet pussy pressing firmly against his entrance.

With a slow, deliberate push, he entered her, a soft squelch echoing in the now silent bathhouse.

"Oh! Ahh! Sir!" Xylendra shrieked, her body tensing, her hands clutching his shoulders, her nails digging in.

Her cat-like eyes, wide and unfocused, rolled back in her head, and her silver hair fanned out around her.

"So tight," Aiden grunted, his hands gripping her ass, beginning a slow, merciless thrust. He slammed into her, hard and deep, his cock burying itself to the hilt.

"Yes! Oh! Saviour! Deeper! Faster!" She cried out, her voice now a desperate plea, her shyness completely obliterated by the overwhelming sensations.

Her hips began to move instinctively, meeting his thrusts with a fierce, untamed rhythm, her massive breasts bouncing wildly with each powerful stroke.

His hands moved from her ass, reaching around to cup her massive breasts from the front, his thumbs teasing her nipples, which were already painfully hard and erect.

"You like that, little Xylendra?" He whispered, his voice a low growl against her ear, his cock slamming into her with merciless force.

"Oh, yes! Saviour! So much!" She shrieked, her body arching, her hips bucking against his, her inner muscles clenching around his cock.

Her golden eyes rolled back in her head, and her moans grew louder, more guttural, filling the steamy chamber.

He pulled back from her nipple, leaving it wet and glistening, then moved his hand down, his fingers finding her asshole, gently probing.

He pushed gently, his thumb slipping inside, then a second finger, then a third, stretching her tight opening, his cock still slamming into her from the front.

"Oh! Ahh! Sir! It's… it's too much! So good!" Xylendra screamed, her body writhing, her hips bucking even harder, her golden eyes wide and unfocused. "I'm… I'm coming! Ahh! I'm coming!"

Her orgasm was a powerful, shuddering wave, her body convulsing around him, milking him dry.

Aiden grunted, feeling the familiar surge of his own climax building, and he emptied himself deep inside her, his seed pumping into her, mingling with her wetness and the hot bathwater.

He pulled her closer, her head falling onto his shoulder, her body trembling violently, her breathing ragged.

He slowly turned her around, her back against the side of the bath, his cock still buried deep inside her.

He leaned her forward, over the edge of the bath, her massive breasts dangling, her silver hair falling into the water.

He then entered her from behind again, his hands gripping her hips, slamming into her with renewed vigor.

"Oh! Ahh! Saviour! Again! So hard!" Xylendra cried out, her voice raw, her body arched, her ass thrusting back into him with desperate urgency.

He held her tight, his hands gripping her hips, driving into her with a merciless rhythm, his cock slamming against her cervix, making her scream with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

He pulled her up, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her face flushed, her eyes wide and unfocused.

He pushed her against the opposite side of the bath, her back against the cold stone, his mouth finding hers, kissing her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers, while his hands squeezed her massive breasts, pinching her nipples.

"Oh! Saviour! I can't take anymore! I'm going to break!" Xylendra cried out, her body trembling, her hips bucking, her inner muscles clenching around him.

"You won't break, my Xylendra," Aiden whispered, his voice a low growl, his cock slamming into her with a relentless force. "You'll just shatter into a million pieces of pleasure."

He continued his merciless assault, driving into her again and again, moving her from one position to another, against the side of the bath, then holding her up, her legs wrapped around him, her body completely at his mercy.

Xylendra screamed, moaned, and begged, her voice raw and hoarse, her body a trembling, shuddering mess of purple skin and silver hair.

Her orgasms came in waves, each one more powerful than the last, her body convulsing around him, milking him dry again and again.

Finally, with a guttural roar, Aiden emptied himself deep inside her one last time, his seed pumping into her, filling her to the brim.

Xylendra collapsed against him, her body limp, her breathing ragged, her eyes half-closed in a blissful haze.

"Oh… oh, Saviour… I… I'm yours," She whispered, her voice barely audible, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her shattering climax. "Completely… yours."

Aiden started heaving. He started breathing heavily, "I guess... I need to..." Before he could finish his sentence, he fall back in the water. Exhaustion finally catching onto him. Bubbles forming on the surface.

"Saviour!" Xylendra cried, "Don't die!"

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END OF CHAPTER : 146 : A MERCILESS FINLE!

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