"Are you alright, Anton?" Verona held his hand tight. "Is the portal giving you a bad headache?"

"No." Anton returned the hold. "But my heart is a little troubled."

Kal nodded as she removed her mask. "We just watched the largest Centaur Warherds ever assembled destroy itself." Kal shook her head. "Maybe Leo was right. If just a few words from you can do that..."

"I still meant what I said. I don't have an inherent problem with the Centaurs." Anton gave Kal's hand a squeeze. "Obviously I don't have that problem."

"No..." Verona smiled. "Sorry. Please, you were saying?"

"That I clearly don't have an issue with the centaurs themselves. But our land cannot possibly support those numbers with what we have. Hundreds of thousands of Centaurs, in winter. How do they honestly expect to support such numbers in winter? Especially when we are struggling and they don’t have any agriculture...It’s going to be a disaster. There’s almost nothing to forage..."

Anton stepped forward as Cetina flashed through. Outside Rasha and a thick line of Beastkin soldiers stood ready to jump through at a moment's notice.

"The situation has been resolved." Anton did not like the tone of his own words. "So you are all dismissed and may return to your previous duties."

Cetina moved past Anton and she and Rasha began to usher the soldiers back.

“We still could have taken in the Khan.” Verona said. “But that would have just created other problems, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes. The herds would have disintegrated...I don’t know.” Anton ran a hand through his hair. “Leo didn’t want to help and the Centaurs would never agree to it as it stood...I don’t think there was ever going to be a good end.”

“There must be.” Kal smiled at Calo and Sheso, leading the Dark Elf procession. They gave a tiny wave before continuing on. “Surely.”

“I haven’t found one for the Beast-kin.” Anton muttered. “Buying them from the Seocurian Empire is only going to prop them up, and it’s never going to sort out the whole slavery issue.”

“Another time.” Kal rubbed his arm. “Should we have asked Leo for something? I know we have Hardheim but that’s…”

“Perhaps another time.” Anton smiled. The last of the Dark Elves stepped out and Cetina removed a portal stone. The portal flashed and disappeared. “But I think that I have something to do first.”

“Yes…” Verona nudged Anton’s side. “Cetina told me what you’ve been up to behind our backs.”

“You disapprove? I should be the one that gets to decide who I sleep with.”

“Not at all.” Verona smirked. “I’m just glad that you finally did it. I can’t be the one doing all the work.”

Kal scoffed lightly. “Didn’t think I would be sharing a bed with my former bully.”

Rasha smiled weakly but did not protest. What happened in the past, really in a different life, deserved to stay there.

“It was a different time.” Rasha said weakly. “But...I have been better since. Much better, I think you’ll agree.”

Kal smiled. “You have. Though you can still be very stubborn.”

Rasha shrugged lightly. She had little else to say.

“So what now?” Verona asked aloud.

“I want to take a bath.” Anton said, looking up at Rasha. “And there’s someone that I think should come with me. Since we’ll probably be needing one after.”

“Ah…” Verona smirked devilishly. “Right. Right. I understand. We’ll head home then, leave you two to it.”

“Don’t take too long.” Kal’s eyes sharpened for just a moment. She pulled close to Anton and whispered into his ear. “After everything she’s done, I want to see her screaming and writhing, begging for mercy that won’t come.”

Anton gave her a quick kiss, Kal’s face hinted nothing at what she had just said, and gave Verona and Cetina one themselves before they left, leaving him and Rasha with a few portal guards.

“So.” Anton offered his hand to Rasha. “Shall we go?”

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“I haven’t been here often.” Rasha said softly, her voice echoed throughout the bathhouse. “I think...I think I’ve only used it twice since it’s been built.”

“We’re working on more than one now.” Anton nodded to the large stone water tank. “But with Earth Mana in short supply, and we still don’t know how to Node it, everything’s going to have to be built onto this one.”

Rasha slowly nodded as she knelt by the water, removed her metal gauntlet and dipped her fingers in. The Bathhouse had changed little since it had been first built by the Dwarves. There were signs it was used regularly; empty clothes baskets out of place and tiny chips on the rounded stone edges where something had struck it too hard. Thankfully it was empty, not that there wasn’t a line of people waiting to use it, to try and warm themselves during the winter, so they had a measure of privacy. Some nearby Atros guards had placed a small barricade outside and a sign saying no entry. Anton did not want someone to interrupt them. No matter who they were.

“So…” Rasha removed her hand from the water. “That’s nice and warm. Um.”

“Um?”

Rasha stood up. She towered over him, not surprising when she was over three and a half meters tall, but her face was anything but intimidating. She bit on her lower lip while gripping her hands into fists.

“What comes next?” Anton asked flatly. “Is that what you’re thinking?”

“Yeah.” Rasha pulled at the loose ends of her bright red hair. “I’m not really...Sure. What happens. I mean, I understand…”

Anton took Rasha’s exposed hand, he felt the warmth and nervousness through her blue skin.

“There is no correct way, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Anton smiled. “You just do what feels natural.”

“Right…” Rasha still looked very nervous.

“But I do think that we could both do with a wash.” Anton sniffed at his shoulder. “Though I have become rather used to it, it doesn’t make it desirable. I’d love to have a bath every night but it’s just not possible.”

“Was it like that on your world?” Rasha asked, her trembling had already begun to lessen considerably.

“Actually, not for everyone.” Anton patted her hand and moved to the stacks of empty baskets. He noticed that some were very large, to accommodate the larger Beast-kin and their attire. “There were many that lived, I suppose they still do, but many lived in poverty while others lived extremely luxurious lives. Think what you had and the richest Seocurian Master.”

“It always sounded so nice.” Rasha stood next to him. “A world with some many lights and great things…”

Anton gave her side another pat as he began to remove his cloak and armour. Rasha stood still, unsure of what to do until Anton threw her a raised eyebrow. She murmured an apology and began to remove her own armour. By the time Anton had removed all but his shirt and pants Rasha was still struggling to remove her chest plate. The locking straps were far stronger and more delicate that the previous armour and her fingers were just too large.

“I think the Dwarves forgot that you might have to try and remove this yourself.” Anton placed the bundle of clothes in a basket. “Crouch down for a moment and I’ll help.”

Rasha did as she was bid, even so it didn’t feel like she was. “They got a little too focused on how good it was. But I suppose that I’m not going to be on my own, fighting that is.”

“No.” Anton began to unfasten the metal locks. “But we’ll have a chat with them tomorrow. Hopefully they’ll understand. Besides, giving them a difficult task will just make them excited.”

Rasha chuckled. “That it does.”

Anton quickly removed the metal locks, somehow it felt like they were designed for someone of his size on purpose, and freed Rasha from her chest plate. He was surprised by just how much it weighed. Rasha quickly removed the other pieces, including the frame that distributed her weight around her chest more even, and sat very nervously. Now she wore nothing more than pants and a shirt, thankfully not the same one stained with the infected milk.

“Rasha? I’ve been meaning to ask but do you think you might want some protection for your hooves?”

“Why?” Rasha slowly stood up. She pulled up her pants, not that she needed to for Anton to see her hooves, which were always exposed.

“They’re not as strong as metal.” Anton gently took her hand after picking up a few pieces of rough cloth. “And if you’re wounded then you’ll be in serious trouble.”

“But I can’t walk properly if they’re covered.” Rasha shrugged. “But I’m sure the Dwarves would love to try it...Why are we talking about this now?”

“Just a bit of light conversation.” Anton stopped by the water’s edge. “But you’re clearly more interested in what’s about to happen. Right?”

Rasha didn’t reply but her face reddened slightly.

When was the last time that I actually did this myself? Have I become rusty, since Verona’s done so much to ease things?

“Do…” Anton coughed. “Before we get into the bath I think it’s a good idea that we remove as much dirt and grime as possible.” Anton pointed to a wooden stool. “So I want to wash you before we head in.”

“But I’m just a concubine.” Rasha still quickly retrieved the stool and hurried back. Anton didn’t avert his eyes as Rasha’s body shook with every heavy step. “Surely I should be doing it for you?”

For the tiniest moment Anton wondered if that was something she was taught in the Pleasure Houses of Seocuria but he admonished himself for having such a thought.

“Nonsense.” Anton ushered for her to sit. “But I will have you do that in a bit. I just want to wash you first.”

“You…” Rasha shook her head. “Of course, Anton.”

Rasha sat with her back to Anton. Anton tapped her shoulder.

“I can’t wash you with your clothes still on. Right?”

“Right...Sorry.”

Rasha murmured another apology as she shuffled and removed her clothes. Anton found it cute that such a strong woman was so nervous. Her short tail came free, compared to most Beast-kin it was very small, but it somehow complimented her. As Rasha began to remove her shirt he quickly found a small wooden bucket and filled it with warm water. Neither said a word as Rasha removed her shirt. Anton stood behind her as she ripped the shirt free.

“Wow.” Anton murmured.

Rasha glanced back, holding the Arachnid silk shirt in one hand whilst covering her chest with the other. He silently admired her back, the powerful muscles rippled underneath her blue skin. They were not as defined as Cetina’s but Rasha had more, a lot more.

“This is incredible.”

Anton touched her back. Rasha jumped forward at his touch, her muscles quivered but she didn’t leave the stool.

“Your hands are cold.” Rasha murmured. She placed the shirt down but kept her arm covering her chest. “You need to warn me if you’re going to do that.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll make sure my hands are warm next time.”

Anton placed the rough cloth into the warm water and began to wash Rasha’s back. The Blue Minotaur let out a pleasing moan as the hot water ran across her skin, great rivers following the contours of her powerful muscles. At first he moved very gently and slowly, ensuring that Rasha was comfortable with his touch, before scrubbing harder and near her neck. Rasha rolled her head back and forth as he essentially gave her massage across her back.

“I take it by your tail that you’re enjoying it?” Anton asked slyly.

Rasha nodded, her tail continued to sway back and forth. “Yes...It seems like you’ve had some practice at this. You seem to know exactly where to…” Rasha squeaked as he pushed on a tense looking muscle on her neck. “What to do.”

“I just do what I think you’ll like the most.” Anton began to scrub her shoulders. “Unless you don’t want me to do this?”

“Not at all.” Rasha took a deep breath. “Certainly not.”

Anton continued to wash her. It was a strange bonding experience but it was surprisingly calming. Neither said anything for some time, with only the noise of the water splashing onto the ground and his dragonoid feet touching clacking on the stone floor.

“My...My life before was very simple.” Rasha spoke softly, her head was cast down and her eyes staring at the ground. “I did what I was told, always. But…”

Rasha shook her head and wiped away a tear. “I don’t know why I’m saying this.”

Anton stopped as he began to near her chest. “You can keep going if you want to.”

Rasha placed both of her hands on her knees. Her breasts fell forward, they were definitely larger than when he cured her infection.

“Most of the time I was just a labourer. I...I think I’ve told you this before. I mainly hauled goods from one place to another. Along with whatever the Seocurians wanted me to do. Sometimes it was clear trees or till the fields.”

“I imagine that was pretty easy for you.” Anton began to wash Rasha’s arms. “These are thicker than my legs.”

Anton tried to wrap both of his hands around her biceps but could not. Rasha smiled and even tensed her muscles.

“It was.” Rasha smiled. “But it always meant that I ended up doing other people’s work. And since I have Oni blood in me, and Minotaur, it means that I’m a lot stronger than most people. Maybe...Maybe that’s why I became such an arse to so many people? I...I don’t know.”

Anton placed the cloth into the bucket and lent around Rasha. He gently cupped her chin and lifted her head towards him. Her eyes met his but she did not understand. Anton pulled her head her head closer and kissed her. Though her lips and tongue were larger than his, something he had not experienced before, she was very reluctant to do return it. When he began to scratch her ears she understood and kissed him back. Her hand gripped his shirt and held tight until eventually they parted.

“How was that?” Anton asked.

Rasha didn’t reply so he kissed her again. She was far more eager this time, her tongue wrestled with his though it quickly weakened.

“And that?”

“I...Didn’t expect it to be like that?” Rasha’s body shuddered. “Never…”

Anton glanced down to Rasha’s breasts, she was clearly very excited. “Tell me, you said that you had to milk yourself regularly.”

“I…” Rasha looked shyly down to her breasts. She squeezed one, her hands sunk deep without any resistance, perhaps even more so than Verona’s. “I have only done it once since you healed me…”

Anton continued to massage her ears. “What happened to all that milk? Did you just...Throw it away?”

Rasha sighed. “No. They collected it and gave it to the younger Beast-kin. They don’t waste anything that they can.”

Anton shook his head. “I’m sorry that I asked-”

“It’s fine.” Rasha smiled. “I kind of wanted to say it for a while...Feels strange that I feel better now. But normally it’s each of us doing it. Although…” Rasha picked up her breasts again. “I think I understand why my milk was never popular. Normally it just wasn’t used, but everyone that did said it was bad.”

“I’m sure…” Anton began to begin to wash her again. “I’m sure that it’s delicious.”

Anton tapped her arms and gently pulled them up. As the hot water began to roll over her front Rasha began to moan and whimper. It was a little put on, she quieted when he threw her a curious look, but not when he began to wash her front. He was utterly stunned by how soft her breasts were. Even though Verona and Kal’s had grown in their pregnancy they were not as soft as Rasha’s were now. He could not help himself but to dig his hands in and roughly massage her breasts, specifically on her large and hard nipples, eliciting delightfully pathetic whimpers. The whimpers grew louder as one of Anton’s hands began to become incredibly wet. He stopped, Rasha breathed harshly, and saw the thick milk drenching his fingers.

“Just a few touches and…” Anton licked away the milk. It was surprisingly thick and a little sour but still very delicious. Rasha’s eyes were wide, a mixture of apprehension and excitement. “I could get used to having this every morning.”

“I…”

Anton kissed Rasha. “Later. But I still want to have a little more fun before we get more serious.”

“Okay…” Rasha sounded like she really wouldn’t protest no matter what he did.

Anton continued until he had washed every part of Rasha’s body, from her horn to her hooves. It was an interesting experience, simultaneously tending to someone almost twice his size that could hurt him but was simultaneously putty in his hands. Cleaning her hooves was similar to Kal’s clawed feet, in a sense. They clearly weren’t human but they were still a part of a beautiful woman. He was very impressed by her stomach, and the way it had twitched to his every touch, but even more that she hadn’t protested and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Not a single word, no matter what he did.

“Do…” Rasha ran a hand through her hair as she leant back, her breathing hot and heavy. “Is this what you do every night?”

“Sort of.” Anton took the bucket and poured it over her head. She gasped as the water ran over her body before glancing at him. “But I think that there’s something that I’d like to do for me before we head in.”

“Hmm?” Rasha forced herself out of her daze and stood upright. She smiled as her hooves clacked loudly on the stone floor. “My hooves sound like your Dragon feet. Do...Do they hurt? Now?”

“Only when they’re bound up.” Anton flexed his toes, dragging the claws on the wet stone. “When they’re free...It’s a great feeling.” He clapped his hands as he sat down on the stool. “But I would like for you to do that for me.”

“Of course, Anton.” Rasha filled the bucket of water. “Do you still bind your tail? Or has something changed?”

“Nothing has changed there. For better or worse.”

Anton removed his shirt and pants. When he first arrived in Atros he would not have had the courage to do something like this. Years on Earth, and its relative comfort, had not done wonders for his body. But in this world things were far harsher and his body reflected it. Rasha knelt behind him and touched his back. Just like she he jumped forward slightly.

“Your fingers are quite cold.” Anton laughed. “And surprisingly rough.”

“Are they supposed to be soft?” Rasha looked closely at her fingers, frowning as she saw the rough texture covering her hands. “They’ve always been like this. No Beast-kin slave is ever given something like a glove. Unless they were doing something really dangerous.”

“I suppose not. But it does mean that you’re a real hard worker.” Anton looked forward. “Not someone that’s spent all their life having things handed to them.”

“I…” Rasha stifled a laugh as she shook her head. “There are still many things that you say that I don’t understand. But I think it’s a compliment. I think.”

Rasha began to clean his tail, taking it in one hand and gently wiping at the large scales, silently cursing as the fabric became caught on the spines.

“What did everyone say when they saw you with this? When they realised it wasn’t going to go away?”

“The first thing that Verona did was try and cut it off.”

“What?”

“Just one of the end pieces.” Anton moved the smaller end pieces independently of one another. Rasha groaned at the sight. “But it regrew instantly, and that’s when I was still unconscious. After that Cetina was so worried that she’d be blamed for it. The Dwarves and Dark Elves that were there still wanted my help above everything so they didn’t say anything. I honestly don’t think they would have cared if I was just a ball of flesh that could still use magic.”

“How can you say that?” Rasha sounded genuinely confused and shocked.

Anton shrugged. “Because at that time they didn’t know me well. We were just going to help their people, didn’t matter if I was being carried. I understand it but…” He shrugged again. “But that’s life. I’m not really worried about that. Anyway, I’ve gotten used to it.”

“I see...Let me know if I’m hurting you. I’m not that confident in controlling my strength yet.”

“I will.”

Rasha silently washed Anton’s back. She did wash him a little harder than he would have preferred, but her size made it difficult to get the strength just right. Besides, it wasn’t a bad experience. When she neared his neck she began to slow. Though he didn’t look at her he knew that she wanted to say something.

“Is my tail annoying you? I can move it out of the way if you want.”

“No. No, it’s not that.” Rasha shuffled forward. “I was thinking...About the Beast-kin in Seocuria. Those that are still there…”

Not really the time to be discussing such things. Or...Maybe it is? In a place where the barriers are weaker and emotions and thoughts are allowed to flow more freely.

“We’ll save as many as we can.” Anton nodded. “But I know that you know that already. So there’s something else that you’ve thought of. A passageway into Danafra? Or a weakness in one of their walls?”

“No.” Rasha began washing Anton’s arms. “Nothing like that. The walls of Danafra are simply too large for even someone like me to do anything about.”

“We could always come in through the ports.” Anton nodded to the large warm bath. “A single ship with a portal, coming in at night.”

“If we had enough soldiers...And those weapons of yours....”

“The city could be taken in a few hours.” Anton smiled at Rasha. She didn’t try and cover herself, instead moving closer. “And thousands of Beast-kin could be freed in a single night. That’s still a very long way away now. But what are you thinking of?”

“Seems a bit meaningless now.” Rasha smirked. “But...It’s the Oni’s. I don’t think I’ve spoken much about them.”

“No. But I really haven’t asked either. For most of the Beast-kin their heritage means little to me. Unless it’s something truly drastic, like Ulyaa being able to spin an incredibly strong thread.”

"My Oni blood gives me my strength." Rasha slapped her arms, with the sound taught wet skin being struck hard. "I know that Minotaurs are very strong too but I'm a bit smaller than a normal male Minotaur, unlike Kristof."

"Yes. But there’s a limit." Anton said. "You can be incredibly strong for your size but it’s not going to matter against someone as large as you."

"True." Rasha sounded more relaxed as they continued to speak, like they were walking through the city streets rather than both naked in a Bathhouse. "But...I do know a bit more about the Oni's than I let on. At first."

Anton glanced back.

"We'd only just met you." Rasha raised her wet hands. "We really didn't know who you were...And I did try and attack you." Rasha coughed and motioned for him to turn forward. "Anyway, I know a bit about them. At least the Blue Oni's. I'm not sure if it was my father or mother that was a Blue Oni. Probably my father. Anyway, they're very strong, as you can probably guess...But..."

"But?"

Rasha leant close. "I've also heard they are incredibly belligerent and haughty. So the Seocurians keep them under a very tight watch...At least that's what I was told. Maybe their blood affected me?"

"Not in any negative way." Anton smiled. "And I like your blue skin. But...I remember Kal, or someone, saying they lived mainly in the north. Where they're used for mining precious gemstones."

"Yes. Oni's are unnaturally strong and resilient-"

"You certainly inherited that."

Rasha lightly punched him in the back. "I'm being serious here."

"So am I." Anton said flatly.

Rasha, again, did not know how to respond and continued washing his back.

"Oni's are very strong and resilient." Rasha paused, waiting for Anton to say something. "So they are used in mining. Especially in the north. Very dangerous work, down in the depths of the earth. There are things that live down there. In the darkness, in the narrow cracks and crevices. Like those Insect things that we found, below us, but much, much more frightening. At least that's what I was told. I think they're probably making them a little scarier than they actually are.” Rasha chuckled. “Make themselves sound tough and strong when they’re trying to impress women."

"Probably true." Anton laughed. "But it does give me an idea. I think it's the same one you've had but I just want to see. See what it's like being on the opposite side of one of my ramblings."

Rasha chuckled and began to wash his arms. She moved closer and pulled them into her body while she scrubbed him with a care not expected from her size.

“The Oni’s, I don’t know of all the different colours, are very important in gathering the precious gemstones. Important for the Seocurian economy, mainly for trading things abroad. Perfect so that people don’t have to dirty themselves with Beast-kin goods. Am I on the right track so far?”

“Indeed.” Rasha had moved to his forearm. She kept her eyes focused on her work, even when she was pushing his arm against her breasts.

“So the easiest way would simply be to raid the mines and free the Oni’s...But. But if they’re as belligerent as you say they may just not like Half-Breeds existing. Humans living alongside Beast-kin. And the Seocurian refugees.”

“I’m surprised they haven’t been attacked yet.” Rasha murmured. “Something bad is going to happen to them.”

“Yes...I have that fear as well. But I don’t want to have them hidden away in a little fortified corner of Atros. That would just make the more radical amongst the Beast-kin think that I want them protected over them…” Anton sighed. “Maybe they’ll have to return to Jaka, perhaps for generations to come. Until everything is settled down and time washes away the wounds.”

A silence overcame them.

“Regardless.” Anton continued. “Freeing the Oni’s, or at least disrupting the flow of precious minerals would be extremely important to defeating the Seocurian Empire. But obviously they would just send in other Beast-kin. Minotaurs or perhaps some reptile species. That’s what I would do in their position. So...We need to get all the gemstones out that we can and cause enough destruction to the mines that they can’t be used for some time. And continue to keep it damaged until we have freed all of the Beast-kin. Is that along the lines of what you were thinking?”

Rasha hesitated to respond. “Something like that.” Her washing slowed. “But I was more thinking about how to stop the Seocurians from just putting more Beast-kin to work in those mines. They’re going to work out that someone’s doing this.”

“Maybe...Maybe. Unless we convince them it’s one of them. Seocuria is an empire in name only. It doesn’t have a ruling family as such. Rather it’s comprised of the wealthiest families, backed up by powerful companies. All we need to do is use that against them. Sow some division, keep poking the flames and let them tear themselves apart. I’m sure it won’t be that easy but it’s a start.”

“Do you normally discuss these sorts of things when you’re having a bath?”

“It’s not a bad idea.” Anton smiled. “See all the ideas and thoughts that flow forth? I hadn’t given the Oni’s of Seocuria, and the gemstone mines, much thought, but now I will. I think I need to speak with more Beast-kin about what they know. It may seem like it’s not worth a lot, but you never know.”

Rasha smiled and continued to wash him. Slowly she pulled closer and closer, eventually pressing most of her body weight against him to reach his far side. Again a thought flickered through his head about the Pleasure Houses, one which he immediately dismissed.

“I’m...I’m a little worried about the puritans.” Rasha mumbled, one hand holding his back while she scrubbed his chest. “They hate Beast-kin like me, Kal, even Ulyaa.”

“I know.”

“But what about...Children.” Rasha looked down at her stomach. “Kal’s child will be a...Quarter Beast-kin. So it’ll be just as obvious. And…” Rasha bit her lip. “Should I get pregnant, I have no idea what that child would be.”

Anton grabbed Rasha’s hand and pulled her in for a kiss. Despite his best effort Rasha only budged a little, so he had to move slightly to her. She barely moved, slightly stunned by his action.

“Don’t…” Anton stopped and began to gently massage her ears. “We’ve spoken enough about bad stuff like that. Right now we’re having a bath before we head back to my house for the rest of the day.”

“But…” Rasha looked out one of the small windows. “It’s not...Oh.”

Her face reddened as she understood what he meant.

“So, we’re going to finish this. Then we’re going to have a dip into that hot bath, since it’s clear that you’re getting quite cold. Then…” Anton kissed the base of her horn, eliciting a deep seductive moan. “Then we’re going back to my home. Where you’re going to live for the rest of your life, by my side as my bodyguard and concubine. Understood?”

“Yes…”

Anton kissed her again. “Good. Now, I don’t want to be here all day. So how about we wrap this up and slip into the warm bath? It’s been reserved for us, so I don’t think we should waste any more time in this cold air, don’t you think?”

Rasha smiled and nodded, her short tail swaying back and forth with a furious energy.

This is going to be a very ‘arduous’ conquest. Like climbing a mountain. I just hope that my back is spared from any pain, I get the feeling that she’s going to get a bit wild tonight.

As Rasha began to wash him again Anton kissed her again, wrapping his arm around her waist as she began to straddle his leg and push his hand into her breasts. It would be some time before they left the Bathhouse.