Only the endless rush of water and the distant crackle of celebration outside filled the air. Inside the bathhouse, every sound was magnified: the soft lap-lap of water against worn stone, the echo of a solitary drip, the faint rustle of steam curling along wooden beams. Aexl's breaths grew shallow as his eyes narrowed, the silhouette ahead beckoning through the swirling mist.
He crept forward—slosh-slosh—bare feet on slick timber. The scent—clean, faintly floral, unmistakably familiar—triggered a memory of moonlight by the stream. His grin widened, adrenaline spiking, heart thudding in his chest (thmp-thmp-thmp). Selene, he told himself. The treasure at the end of a long campaign.
Closer now, he slipped his arms around her waist, feeling slick, warm skin beneath his calloused palms. The woman tensed, her body shivering slightly at his unexpected touch. Aexl pressed himself against her back, burying his nose closing his eyes to heighten the senses as he smell in her damp hair only to breathe her in. He remembered his motto: Hesitation is defeat. In war—or with a woman—strike when the chance is yours.
His hands moved with predatory intent, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing across softened peaks pinching as if to test its elasticity. A gasp echoed off the stone walls, lost in the rush of water yet feeding the heat in his blood. He squeezed, savoring the shiver that ran through her.
One hand trailed lower, fingers slipping beneath the water's surface to explore forbidden territory, tracing the delicate, yielding spot that made her hips buck.
Aexl already knew about it.
He'd confirmed it in their last encounter—that Elves, that the women of Eldenthyr, carried the same weak point men on Earth called the sweet spot.
The secret place.
The hidden bud.
The point that, once touched, unraveled even the strongest resolve.
His fingers moved with purpose, slipping lower, tracing gently before pressing in a teasing rhythm.
In war, you exploit the enemy's weakness. In love, it was no different.
The water splashed softly with each motion—shlp… shlp… splsshh…—as her breath turned ragged, caught between protest and moan.
His fingers brushed against it—not forceful, but delicate, like a guitarist strumming a single trembling string.
She jolted, her lips spilling a sudden, helpless "hyan~!" into the mist.
He played her like an instrument, each careful stroke drawing out another shiver. Her hips tried to sway away in protest, Yet never far enough to break free. Every movement felt less like resistance and more like an invitation as her hips shifted back, her soft rear pressing into his shaft beckoning him deeper into the pleasure only he could summon.
And then—his fingers felt it.
Her womanhood grew wetter, slickness mixing with the bathhouse water, a heat that was not from the spring alone.
Without hesitation, he slid his middle and ring finger inside her entrance.
Her back arched, shoulders trembling as the steam curled around them.
From her lips spilled a sound—half protest, half surrender—
"Ahhhhn~!"N-no… d-don't touch me there—ahhhn~!" but Aexl mind is already deaf to the pleasure and committed to the task
His fingers pressed in, then slipped out, rhythm steady.
shlp… shlp… splshh… echoed softly in the mist.
"N-no, don't… nghhh…!" she gasped, but the wet sounds only grew louder, deafening the protest with each motion.
In and out, again and again, until the protest melted into trembling moans.
She squirmed, a sharp intake of breath—hah!—and tried to pull away, but Aexl, emboldened, pressed her palms down to the stone edge. The slap of flesh on wet rock punctuated the air. The mist thickened, blurring the morning sun's pale rays filtering through the open roof. Both their bodies were now half-concealed, tension building with every rapid, shallow splash.
He positioned himself behind her as he forced her to bent down, hands braced on the stone edge of the bathhouse. For a heartbeat he only stared—at the glistening curve of her back and rear ass..ets, the goddess-like shape of her hips, the water rippling down her skin in glimmering trails. His chest burned.
If this were a battlefield, this would be the perfect flank. Unprotected. Exposed. Waiting for the decisive strike.
The mist wrapped around them like smoke on a warfront, the only sounds the steady drip of water and her faint, uneven breaths.
Aexl's shaft ached, steel-hard and unyielding, demanding to be unsheathed. His fingers tightened around her hips, steadying the trembling shape before him. He leaned closer, his breath brushing her damp skin.
This is no time for hesitation. A general who delays, loses.
Her womanhood, glimpsed just beneath the veil of steam, teased his vision—only a hint, yet enough to make his arousal burn hotter, his shaft straining like steel.
For Aexl, this wasn't lust alone. As he rub the tips of his penis on the wanting opening of her pussy, teasing it gently as
the throbbing weight of his desire pressing against her most secret entrance.
This is war. And war does not forgive hesitation.
With one fierce motion, he drove forward—pushing inside, burying himself in her warmth as the heat of her skin met his. She moaned softly, a sound that echoed against the stone.
Slck…thmp
The first thrust was slow, testing the boundary. The woman gasped—a note of confusion mingling with reluctant surrender.
thmp… thmp…
Each thrust sent ripples through the bath, water slapping against stone.
shlp… shlp… splsshh…
Her breath caught, breaking into sharp gasps.
"Ahh… ahhhhn~!"
The rhythm built.
thmp… thmp… thmp-thmp-thmp…!
Her hips trembled beneath his grip, swaying as if to resist as the tip of the man pounding behind her is reaching the tip of her womb—yet each movement only drew him deeper, each sound more like an invitation than a protest.
Thmp! THMP! THMP!
The echoes of flesh, water, and moans became his war drum, resounding through the mist-filled hall.
THMP! THMP!THMP! THMP!
The tempo increased more, each motion wet and loud in the steam-heavy air. The initial grip of her body loosened, turning from resistance to a slick, pulsing invitation. The struggle faded; instead, the rhythm built—thmp! thmp! thmp!—blending with her ragged moans.
"Ahh… ahhh… p-please… m-mo… mor… ahhhhn~!" she panted, her voice trembling, the syllables breaking apart in the haze of heat.
Aexl froze for a beat, pleasure colliding with confusion.
That voice—too sweet, too melodic. Not Selene's sharp tone.
He open his eyes already adjusted to the darkness. The curve of her back, the sway of her hips—different. Too full. Too heavy.
A sliver of doubt sliced through the fog of lust.
Wait… this isn't—
Confusion spiked. He pulled out abruptly, his penis smacking against her thigh with a splash. He gripped her shoulders and spun her around, the mist parting just enough for her face to become clear.
Not Selene.
Silver hair.
"…Mereia?!"
The mist curled, parting just enough to show her flushed face. Her lips were parted, eyes glazed with heat, her breath ragged with moans.
Aexl's chest dropped. His grip loosened, every nerve screaming denial.
What the hell have I done…?
His own voice echoed, shock rippling through the bathhouse even as the celebration outside rolled on, oblivious.
She was lost in it—drowning in waves of euphoria, her breath ragged, her body trembling as though every nerve had been set alight.
Then, as her misted gaze locked onto Aexl, something snapped.
Without hesitation, she surged forward, pressing her lips to his in a torrid kiss.
The force of it staggered him. Her mouth was hot, hungry, almost desperate, as if she wanted to devour him whole. The steam wrapped around them both, sealing the moment in a haze of heat and stolen breath.
pchhh… pchhh…
Aexl fought back against her torrid kiss, seizing Mereria's mature thigh with a firm grip. His shaft throbbed, steel-hard, refusing to waver despite the chaos of the moment.
He leaned forward, their bodies pressing together, heat to heat. His penis slid along her softness, rubbing against her slick entrance as though testing the breach of her pussy one more time, confirming the flood of liquid that marked her readiness.
This was strategy. Never charge blind. Always confirm the opening.
Her moan broke against his lips as she felt it prying on her wetness, trembling on her womanhood entrance she could only let out.
"Ahhhhn~… G-ene..ral…"
Guided by instinct and Mereria's own yielding body, he angled himself, poised to strike. The tip of his soldier pressed firmly against her womanhood, prepared to drive one more time deep into her warmth.
Mereria felt it—his long warmth carving deep inside her, filling her as her insides clenched and burned with heat of their own. She cried out, her moan echoing against the stone walls, carried by the steam.
Her lips broke free from his, gasping for breath—only a fleeting moment—because as soon as she pulled away, Aexl's hand gripped her left thigh tighter, lifting it against his side.
His body pressed closer, his movements growing more passionate, each thrust deeper, more insistent.
Thmp… thmp… THMP!
The water splashed wildly around them, rippling with every motion, while her ragged moans—half broken, half pleading—spilled into the mist.
thmp… THMP! THMP! … thmp…
His rhythm teased her—slow, deliberate thrusts, then sudden bursts that stole her breath away, only to slow again, a merciless pattern of control. Each stroke filled her, his hard warmth carving deeper, until her body shuddered, grasping around him as if unwilling to let go.
Then—his breath hot against her ear, his voice low, domineering.
"You're mine now."
The words rumbled like an alpha wolf's claim, primal and absolute.
No one else will touch you. No one but me.
And instead of protest, the declaration washed over Mereria like euphoria—a dizzying sense of belonging that melted her resistance into moans of surrender.
At first her lips parted in denial—
"n-no… I… ahhh~!"
But the sound broke her, body arching as if every nerve ignited at once. Her hips bucked wildly beneath his grip, walls tightening around him in desperate pulses.
Thmp… THMP! THMP!… thmp… thmp…
The rhythm grew frantic, water splashing violently against the stone—
shlp… splsshh… pacha pacha…
Her cry tore through the steam, unrestrained and trembling:
"AAAHHHhhhnnn~! I-I'm yours… General… yours!"
Her body convulsed, shuddering waves of pleasure crashing through her as her moans echoed against the walls. The mist swirled thick around them, the hot spring itself trembling with their joined release.
In that moment, there was no protest, no doubt.
Only surrender.
Only belonging.
Her body tensed around him, trembling in frantic rhythm, walls clenching as if about to burst. Mereia's voice cracked into ragged cries—
"Ahhhhnnn~! I… I can't…!"
Aexl felt it, the quiver that signaled her release, and he muttered against her ear, low and commanding:
"—No. Not yet."
The words struck her harder than any thrust. Her body shook, caught on the edge, denied the fall.
"P-please… General…!" she moaned, hips squirming, eyes clouded with desperation. Every nerve screamed for release, but his grip and his voice bound her tighter than chains.
Aexl let go of her thigh, her leg splashing back into the water with a sharp pacha! as he pulled free from her trembling warmth.
But only for a heartbeat.
In the next instant, he seized her again—both hands gripping the soft plumpness of her rear. With a growl of effort, he lifted her clear from the bath, droplets cascading down her body as though the spring itself clung to her.
Mereria gasped, arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders as he cradled her against him—legs spread across his torso, her body weight pressing down.
He lowered her slowly, deliberately, until his penis found his pussy entrance once more. Her own weight carried her down onto his steel-hard shaft, piercing smoothly, her body welcoming him with the ease of one already molded to his thickness.
Her moan spilled hot against his ear—long, broken, submissive.
"Ahhhhnnn~ General…!"
Aexl's shaft sank deeper—hotter, heavier—pressing into her with a heat that burned straight to her core. For a fleeting heartbeat, he felt the resistance of her innermost wall, the trembling barrier of her limit.
Yet her body quivered, yielding around him, as though begging to be claimed.
He pressed forward, relentless.
Mereia's cry split the mist, half-moan, half-sob—
"Ahhhhnnn~! I-it's so deep…!"
The steam thickened with the sound, water splashing in a frantic rhythm as her hips trembled beneath his grip.
Mereria's breath broke into ragged gasps, her mind spinning, unable to fathom where to throw the flood of sensation overwhelming her. Her hands clawed at the back of aexl, hips trembling, heart pounding as though it would burst.
He leaned close, his voice a growl against her ear.
"Get ready… this one's going to break you."
Mereria's mind knew what it meant—the swelling heat inside him, the way his girth pulsed, expanding, pressing deeper. Her thoughts screamed denial— not inside… please… not there…
But her body betrayed her.
Her hips trembled, her insides clutching at him as though desperate to keep him. Her lips parted, and a moan escaped—fragile, trembling, raw:
"…g-give it to me… General…ler me feel the warm… ahhh"
The words broke in the steam, half a plea, half surrender. Her voice carried not fear, but a hunger that matched his own.
thmp… THMP! THMP! … thmp…
The rhythm grew wild, his thrusts pounding against her depths until she quivered, her voice breaking into sharp cries.
Splurt… splurt…
"Hyaa…! Mmf… mmf…!" Mereia bit down on her own lip as if to restrain herself, her moans spilling despite every effort.
Aexl leaned to her ear, his breath hot and commanding.
"Let it out… and I'll take you again, one more round"
Her body shuddered, her restraint collapsing. Captivated, she surrendered.
"Hyaaahhh~!"
The loud cry tore through the bathhouse, muffled only by the crashing water. Her climax burst like a flood, her body convulsing as her strength gave way—collapsing into his arms.
Aexl caught her, holding her trembling body close, whispering as though sealing a pact.
"You're mine now."
Mereia only smiled weakly, lips brushing his in a tender kiss.
And even then, his shaft had not yet faded—still rigid, pulsing, spilling a final rush of hot fluid deep inside her warmth as the steam curled heavily around them.
Aexl's lips met hers again, a hungry kiss that stole what breath she had left.
"...One more time," he muttered against her mouth.
Mereia's only answer was a dazed smile, her body still convulsing from waves of ecstasy. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips trembling, yet her expression spoke clear consent. Yes.
Aexl wasted no seconds. He turned her once more, pressing her against the edge of the bathhouse.
This is a golden opportunity… one time will never be enough.
His hands seized her hips as he drove in from behind again, a relentless backstab of pleasure. Her voice rose in another cry—half broken, half sweet surrender—lost to the splash of water and the pounding rhythm of flesh against flesh.
Thmp… thmp… THMP!
The night bled slowly into dawn. By the time the first glow of morning crept through the open roof—late, around the fifth hour—the steam curled golden around their bodies. Exhausted, tangled in heat and water, they collapsed together, having finished their third round.
Mereria lay wasted, her legs still soaking in the steaming water while her body slumped on the heated stone. Trails of aexl liquid traced down her thighs, her face slack with exhaustion—half asleep, lips parted in a faint breath.
Aexl grinned down at her. Heh… wonder what I've unlocked this time… or maybe not. We'll see.
Leaning in, he pressed a light kiss to her forehead.
"I'll be going first," he murmured.
Mereia stirred, smiling faintly, and with surprising strength hooked her arms around his neck, whispering in a breathless voice, "Later… again?"
Aexl chuckled, pulling free.
"Later," he promised, before rushing out of the bath, steam curling off his body.
The grin didn't fade. Not only had he bedded one of the village's most beautiful mature women—Selene's own mother—but the thought gnawed at him: Would this conquest unlock something? Or nothing at all?
His clothes waited by the wall. He strapped it back on, water still dripping from his skin, before reaching for the Ephone.
As his fingers touched it, a blue light pulsed across the screen.
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