The –self described– famous six dice baths. Or…at least the door to the famous six dice baths. Windthrow and I nodded in tandem as an elderly Harengon woman finished her extensive explanation of the bath rules.
You’d think that would kill the mood brewing between Windthrow and I? Nah, it somehow heightened our anticipation. Call it bureaucratic edging.
Windthrow’s hand was wrapped around mine, massaging the base of each individual claw. We giggled and smiled at one another, like frisky teenagers.
“If you need any hot water just unblock the chute, that’ll feed more from the reservoir,” she said. “The Matriarch insisted we heat it up fully for ya’ll, so there’s plenty of hot water available.”
She glanced down at our hands, her eyes narrowing.
“That should be it…but just a reminder to please drain the tub when ya’ll are finished.”
“Of course! And please pass on our thanks to the Matriarch, and thank you, for your…thorough explanation,” Windthrow said.
He bowed slightly, before pulling me past the Harengon.
“Come on Vylet!”
From inside the room a wall of heat and steam engulfed us. Windthrow closed the door behind us. Finally we were alone.
At first glance, the baths were fairly small –no larger than two hot tubs side by side. But, despite its size, this place was an undeniable feat of engineering.
And of course it was! Everything we’ve seen in the burrows was impressive, this was just on another level! While excavating, the Harengon must have discovered a huge granite boulder blocking their path. Instead of ignoring it, or going around it, they’d chiseled the baths directly from the stone itself!
Uneven steps led down into the steaming hot water, all of which was cradled within light gray stone. There was about three feet of depth; more than enough. Opposite the entrance was a carved channel, blocked by a wooden barrier. This was the chute mentioned by the attendant.
Overall, the room had the impression of a traditional Japanese onsen, but made by dwarves instead of humans. Funnily enough it was made by rabbit people…
I stood there dumbstruck, so taken aback, that I didn’t notice Windthrow already stripping. Until I turned around and was blinded by his majestic abs, already glistening with moisture from the steam.
Windthrow paused, just as he was pulling down his linen undershorts, “You okay Vylet? You know you’ll have to strip if you want to get in…”
“Ah, um. Yeah! I’m fine, just surprised by how beautiful this room is and-”
Windthrow –gods bless his dark beautiful body– chose that moment to slip his shorts off.
I’ve seen penises before, even felt Windthrow’s before, only against my leg…but that still counts!
Anyway, to my eyes, his was perfect. Like it was carved by a master sculptor out of the finest marble. His thick shaft emerged from short trimmed pubic hairs, ending in a gorgeous uncut head. It was soft, but already five inches! Two smooth balls were perched behind his shaft, completing the masterpiece.
So many times I’ve caught Windthrow staring, but this time, I was the one staring. My instincts wanted him and I wanted him, that was clear. But there was something else…
Part of me –deep deep deep inside– was confused. Call it my past world socialization. Was it okay to want a man like this? What would people think? Figures, I’m in another world, found a man I want to be with, and all I can think about is if it’s okay or not.
Frozen like a statue. I stood there, tears welling up in my eyes.
“Vylet, are you okay!?” Windthrow wrapped a muscular arm around my waist and stroked my hair. “We don’t have to do anything, let me get dressed and we can leave.”
I wasn’t gonna let that happen. Fuck my past life and whether this is gay or straight! Windthrow was my mate, and I’d be his woman.
“No!” I snarled, and stomped a talon to the stone floor with a thud. For a brief moment, Windthrow’s eyes widened.
Too much! I cleared my throat.
“Sorry, I’m okay! Pretend that never happened, pesky instincts got the best of me.”
A look of relief washed over Windthrow’s face, “Of course, and in that case…”
He unclasped my cloak and pulled it off my narrow shoulders, before deftly folding it and placing it by the door. Next, he removed my wraps, unraveling me like a Christmas present.
First my breasts spilled out, then my ample ass and my sensitive area. All three were covered with tiny tightly packed violet scales, making them soft to the touch.
By this point my tail was whipping up a storm, I subconsciously covered up with my claws.
Windthrow’s emerald eyes roved over my body, from my wicked talons, up to my plump thighs, to my large (and still growing!) breasts. Only stopping once he reached my feminine, scaled face, which wore an embarrassed fanged smile.
“Ah– I’ll, I’ll get in the water…now,” I squeaked.
I did my best seductive walk into the water, in reality looking more like a mechanical golem. The water was deliciously warm as I immersed myself. Every tight muscle created over our journey released as I soaked.
Like a crocodile, peaking above the waves, I watched my prey. Or was I the prey?
Either way, I took in Windthrow’s toned pecs covered in old battle scars, his muscular thighs, and his swinging manhood…I was feasting. His muscles relaxed instantly as he entered the water and waded over to sit next to me.
He closed his eyes and immersed his short platinum blonde hair. Then he took a deep breath and laid back. I did the same, scooting closer to him.
“Hey Vylet.”
I almost jumped out of the bath in surprise! Windthrow was looking at me.
“Yea- Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you?”
I nodded. Why even ask…I’d love it if he kissed me.
He pressed his lips against mine and our tongues intertwined. My –as I was only discovering now– much longer tongue danced and coiled around Windthrow’s. But he was no slouch! His tongue parried and teased as we deeply kissed each other.
I felt his hand touching the side of my face, so softly. Lower. Then my neck, each finger continuing a relentless path down my body. Lower. He brushed his fingernails across one of my nipples, I suppressed a moan. In response, he cupped my breasts before massaging both of my nipples, in quick spiral motions. Pulling back from our kiss, I arced my back and let out an animalistic snarl-like moan.
I pushed on Windthrow’s broad back, clumsily, desperately trying to hold him closer.
Calmly moving his mouth down my body, he took one of my nipples in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. My mind was fuzzy with pleasure…I wanted him to touch between my legs. He held both my ass cheeks in his hands, rhythmically, squeezing each cheek like I was his plaything.
I was his plaything.
Between moans, I said “Let- lemee touch your cock…”
He lowered me down…and sat on the edge of the bath. Windthrow was breathing deeply, blushing slightly. Still nothing compared to the drooling flustered mess I’d become.
In this position I was face-to-face with his manhood. A fully erect 7 inches, dripping with water…huge. I took it between my palms, trying to stroke the length of his shaft.
How much easier this would be if I had fingers…Windthrow shut his eyes as he hopefully enjoyed my clumsy handjob. Though I couldn’t get a good grip!
Hissing in frustration, I slapped my tail against the water. Wait, my tail! I swung it in front of me, and very carefully gripped his shaft. With no risk of an accidental clawing, I was free to increase my pace. Watching his cock throb as I stroked the length of his shaft. Faster and faster…his breathing was becoming shallow. He was getting close…I could feel it.
I leaned in closer, inhaling his intoxicating scent. Waiting…waiting to get covered in his cum. I wanted to touch myself so badly…fuck these claws.
Windthrow, held my tail and pushed it away.
“Not here, not without you first.”
He lowered himself back into the water, while I looked at him quizzically. Didn’t he want to cum?
Again, he lifted me up, positioning me so that I was laying back between his legs. Against my back I could feel his cock pulsing…poor thing, I could help him with that.
“Windthrow, you don’t have to-”
“Shh, close your eyes,” he whispered in my ear.
I listened to my mate and shut my eyes. His fingers…were between my legs. Rubbing my sensitive slit. And his other hand on my breast, pinching my nipple softly, before rubbing it.
A deep warm pleasure radiated out from my belly. My mouth hung open as I writhed under his expert touch.
“Keeep going…oh fuck… keep going…”
I grinded my pussy against his hand, riding the wave of pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm me. Twisting, turning, splashing. Windthrow’s hands pinched, groped, and rubbed my chest. Suddenly, he took his hand, the one between my legs, and began rubbing my clit. At the height of my bliss, he took me further!
Pleasure erupted throughout my body, as I violently shook in the throws of orgasm. I literally screamed in ecstasy; Windthrow quickly moved a hand to cover my mouth. But, he still rubbed my clit as I rode wave after wave of orgasm. My talons thrashed against the bottom of the bath…pushing my back harder against his cock.
For a moment, I almost blacked out, whiteness creeping in at the edges of my vision. Then I collapsed, limp and exhausted.
When I opened my eyes, I was looking up at Windthrow’s concerned face.
“Holy hells Vylet!”
One overwhelming concern occurred to me, “I- I didn’t, um…pee did I?”
He laughed and shook his head. “No, don’t worry. You’re good.”
“Oh thank god.” I sighed and sat up. “Lemme finish you, you’ve waited long enough!”
“As much as I would love that, we should get to bed. We’ll have plenty of time later.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.” He kissed the top of my head, and lifted me to my feet. “Let’s get to bed, Vylet.”
That night we slept side by side. Keeping each other warm under the covers, under the earth, with a long journey still ahead of us.