User blog:JeielYozama/Secret Files 2 - Steam, Saunter, Disaster

(Hey guys. Soo... fair warning. Content is adultish and over the age of 13. Yer warned.)

Before MR, I always dreamed of a harem of my own.

It was a dream I thought, would stay un-granted. Think about it - the idea of being surrounded by multiple women is absurd, back in the Outlands where I came from. There are state laws, word of religion, and all sorts of hippy-dippy talk enough to make a person think twice in entertaining the thought. Besides that, ask anyone and they’ll reply that a single person in a relationship with more than one girl is either a player or someone with an underhanded scheme.

Still. I dreamed, even though I was a rational-minded man. It didn’t hurt to dream, anyway. To have a ring of girls, all vying for love and attention from someone dull and preoccupied with his own passions like me.

It was when I stayed long enough in MR that I realized having a harem can have its complications. Especially when the girls you have with you are of the Mamono kind.

You never know if one of the smoldering beauties you’re with can end up nearly burning the living lights out of you.

“Oh yeah …. Free time is moi time~!”

There was a skip in my beat and a smile in my lips as I hummed a whimsical tune that Sunday eve. Evening was a time of peace, because apart from the fact most of the women tied to my life had already turned in for bed, the servants and housemaids slid to their own quarters. Paperwork is postponed ‘till after breakfast the next day. No girls, no disturbances, no parchments to fill up. Truly, a ‘me’ time.

And for that evening, I reserved the bathing chambers for myself.

You’re probably thinking - why bathe by yourself when you can do that alongside a monster girl wife?

News flash, buddy:  there’s nothing wrong with going solo in the bath once in a blue moon. Most men with multiple girls catering to them are sure to feel the same thing. Get off my back.

So there I was. Just outside the bathing area, a basket with a towel, new clothes and underwear, a bar of soap and shampoo cradled under my arms as I prepared to get my soak on. Just as soon as I set the basket down I took a good look at the doorway I was about to enter and sighed.

“Quite a long time since I’ve been by myself, huh?”

I didn’t say this just to let things out. For the longest time, I never imagined to be someone important, someone so involved in a world of fantasy. Well, it ‘used to be’ fantasy, in the back of my head. Now it’s the only reality I’m immersed in. Not bad for a former cryptozoologist.

Anyway, back to the bathroom event.

A few seconds of silence pass after I thought that up, and I began to strip. First, with the shirt, then the pants and undergarments. Letting loose of the little one I’d been hiding all day.

“Ah… freedom.”

Like a perv, I exposed myself for a while, catching the breeze as it slipped between my legs before deciding to tuck in a towel. Gingerly I placed my soiled clothes in the nearest washer. Grabbing the basket I entered the bathing area with a smile on my lips.

As soon as the door creaked open, what greeted me first was the roll of white steam close to the floor. A wave of heat wafted past me, and I knew right there, the temperature had been turned up for quite some time. Someone must’ve tampered with the magi-thermostat and left it that way.

A prank?

Nah, that can’t be it. The usual persons to make that ploy on me would be Nunnally, my Cheshire Cat of a wife, or my adoptive daughter-slash- Living Doll Anastasia. And none of them looked that interested in doing anything except turning in for the night early.

Whatever.

Pranks aside, it was discomforting. The bathing area is probably as hot as a sauna now, and that ain’t a temperature I’d go for a wet time. Before I could even go for a second cours of a splashdown the heat would’ve already dried me up. Where’s the fun in that?

I was at an impasse. I didn’t want to leave and wait for someone to lower the temperature for it to be at a level of my liking. No, I’m already at the point of wanting to submerge my toes into water and get washed up. There is no way I’m waiting an extra 10 or 15 minutes.

So instead of turning ‘round, I walked in. Sauna experience, it is.

I was always fascinated at how large the bathing area was. At an estimate, it was as large as two normal-sized classrooms strung together, complete with facilities like faucets on the wall, a huge rectangular feature to hold in water well enough for a pool-experience,  elevated planes to function as chairs in case anyone wanted to wash up in a sitting, and some pails. It was nothing too fancy, like any nobleman’s castle, but it was great.

Plus, a lot of hanky-panky happened here too. Not that I’m willing to share… it’s to me and the girls alone.

Going in, I noticed a whole lot of steam still went around the place, obscuring my vision of the area in full. I unfastened the towel strapped on my waist, then hung it on a hook conveniently set on the nearby wall. Placing my basket of goods below it, I started to head to a nearby elevation to sit and get some water on my head. Immediately as I made several careful steps there was a splash by the pool area.

That got my heard turning to the noise.

“Hello?”

I could hear breathing. A slight shift in movement.

Someone was in the pool area.

A twinge of fear manifested in my head. Had someone snuck into the bath just to kill me? Assassinations are common in history, and since I’m now a part of royalty, it’s bound to happen. Someone’s gonna want to wring my pretty little neck just to end my ‘reign’ or ‘tyranny’ or whatever else I flubbed up.

I could go all-out on the dude. But what the heck, I didn’t want to ruin the bathing area – not when the maids just polished the tiles hours ago. It’d be a complete waste of their effort. Also, the Elementals I struck a covenant with are in their room at the east wing, snoring aloud like there’s no tomorrow. I couldn’t draw power from them when they’ve powered down.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a metal pole resting by the wall. It was the kind the maids would use to close the bathroom shutters too high to reach.

Perfect.

I grabbed for the pole and made a good battle stance - like a pro baseball player about to swing. If anyone jumped at me here and now, I’d bat them squarely on the face. I steeled my nerves, then inched closer to the pool side, trying to get a proper glimpse of my adversary.

And with that, the steam seemed to draw aside as if they were curtains to a theater act. Revealing a shape I recognized in stages of appearance.

First there were arms… long, thin ones. Female, I can presume.

Then there was a voluminous curve from the sides that indicated fairly shaped hips and slender legs going down.

A pair of massive melons hidden behind the length of the arms, illuminated faintly under the crystal-light.

Skin, pale citrus and glowing. With some areas, crusty black and crimson.

Hair flowing red as the dawn. Two curled horns resting on said hair.

And wings, both demonic and volcanic in vestige, folded behind her as her iridescent blue eyes perceived me past the withdrawing steam.

And all of the sudden, I knew exactly who I was looking at. My wife Bellona Gothmol. A Balrog.

“Bellona!?”

I nearly threw a fit as I skidded to a stop. My foot nearly dipped into that pool of water from my inch-by-inch forward motion, but now I was stopped by the presence of the volcanic-red, pale-citrus- skinned girl sitting in the middle of the steaming bath. Her shaky lips drew a pause in her breath. A thin, wet towel was over her chest covering the certain areas that she boasted as a woman, but even with that I was already in a shade of red. And it wasn’t because the towel was wet that I’m seeing what lies beyond the clothed cover.

(Good lord, I already slept with this woman several times. I’d know better what’s behind the covers. They still rile me up like any born pervert. )

And it hit me. No wonder it’s a sauna in here. It’s her body temperature at work.

“Jeiel-dono!!” Bellona yelled, her voice in the accent of a Western-style barmaid. “So it seems you find the urge to bathe today as well. I thought you had already crawled into bed...”

The Balrog hadn’t moved from her spot. Her hands gripped on the towel pressing neatly against her wet skin while she stared at me. Small ripples came on the water’s surface as water coursed down her body and broke the stillness around her. Seeing her immediately made me drop the pole I was holding with a metallic clatter and hide the other pole tucked between my legs.

Bellona tilted her head at the gesture. “Jeiel-dono?”

Sh*t. This is too much stimulating for me to handle.

I raised a hand  at her. “H-H-H-HALT!”

The Balrog looked confused.

“Halt?”

“Uhh……” I wracked my brain, trying to think of something. It was hard, considering that a distraction stood before me in the form of semi-naked lady. My eyes were shifting in every possible angle that led back toward the Mamono in the pool. “H-How – c-c come you’re still awake?” I stuttered after a brief pause.

Bellona drew close to the pool edge and wound up sitting on the side, letting her wet body dry up a bit.

“I was seeking for a proper time to bathe by myself, and as it happened, today was of excellent timing. All of the members of the household have fallen into slumber, so I took my chance to… sneak out.”

I gazed at Bellona as the latter managed her unkempt hair. Being a specie of Demon born of fire and shadow, her kind would frequent in volcanic underrealms where they sleep for hundreds, maybe thousands of years. It’d be common assumption to say water is her critical weakness. It isn’t. She actually needs to ‘polish’ herself every once in a while, so she deliberately turns down the flames around her body to a minimum when washing herself thoroughly in water. In a way, she still bathes like a normal person.

But, as a drawback, she emanates an inordinate amount of heat into the air, creating what is known as the ‘sauna effect’.

And it’s because of this that Bellona seldom bathes with the other girls.

“It’s that time again, huh?”  I asked. At the remark, the Balrog nodded sternly.

“I apologize if by doing this, I seem like avoiding the presence of the others….it is never my intention to do so.” She said with fingers tapping by her lap.

“No……no one’s saying that Bellona. Honest.” I stated. With slow steps, I retrieved my towel from where it hung, wrapping it by my waist as I carefully sat beside her. My legs soon entered into the water – which, I found, had gotten quite warm since she’d been in it.

“Look, everyone understands what you’re going through, so… nothing to worry about. It’s a special thing you girls have, like Ersha and her honey obsession, Nunna and the invisible undressing. Or…Haia and the dirty maid jokes - but no one’s complaining, right? ”

“Indeed….” Bellona stares upward. “Perhaps I am overthinking this..”

“You think?” I placed my hands on hers. “You don’t see me fretting, right? ”

For a moment, I let the silence sink in for her.

“Feeling better, now that I’m here?”

The Balrog smiled fondly. “Of course, Jeiel-dono. Always. ”

I chuckled and looked at the ceiling. “I’m … actually sorry I didn’t expect to see you here. If I did, I would’ve came in with a proper entrance. Maybe… stripped a bit better by the doorway, did a sensual gaze, a dance or two…. “

Bellona turned to me all of the sudden with a haughty expression. She was tapping my lap in a sensual way-  and just that, I can feel abnormal heat riling up my senses below.

“Were you expecting that if you had performed that, it would arouse me, Jeiel-dono?”

“Sort of. But just now, you aroused me. I’d say you won this round.” I said bluntly. It was a hit. The two of us stared at each other before breaking into a laugh.

A little later, my shoulder touched hers. She leaned on mine, resting her head at the same time. Something about the way she did that made me assume she was troubled.

“Something else bothering you? Tell me.”

Bellona sighed for a moment before replying, “Would you laugh if I told you?”

“I believe a husband shouldn’t laugh at his wife’s woes. Go on.”

Having said that, the Balrog sat upright and, unmindful of how the towel was sopping wet and revealed much of what it hid behind, faced me with a brooding expression. Trickles of water from her hair hit the water and caused countless ripples to form below.

“Is it still….awkward for you, Jeiel-dono? Being in a castle, living as a ruler….. has it already dawned upon you?”

The question she sprang on me was sudden – but not unfamiliar. It was one that always put me on tenterhooks the day I started living in Oz: what I really felt about being who I am right now.

I made a brief sigh, letting her know from a glance I was listening and thinking about her inquiry. Somehow, the topic gets me on the edge whenever it gets flagged up.

On the other hand, the ‘wet look’ Bellona had was no different, so I was trying hard to keep my eyes locked on to her face instead of her body.

“Well….….even now, whenever I wake up from bed and see what’s around me, I always ask myself if I’m dreaming.” I let my hands twine behind me as I squinted at the light dimmed by the unsettling steam. “Back then, I never would’ve imagined….being involved in a world I always knew existed behind the pages of my fantasy books. Yet, here I am now. A leader of a nation…. A person people could depend on, more than ever…  a husband to such attractive and loving women …”

I placed my hands on Bellona’s and squeezed. She was warm, and it gave off such a pleasant feeling, touching her in that manner.

“I don’t regret being here… and I certainly don’t regret… being here with you.”

She reciprocated with a tight grasp on mine.

“ Jeiel-dono..”

Her eyes shimmered, reflecting my deep gaze into hers. I smiled at a thought that crossed me.

“Come to think of it…. you’ve gotten better around people than when I met you in that labyrinth.”

The whole event replayed in my mind like a classic movie rerun. Deep in the mountains of Zipangu, Bellona and I met for the first time. I did a favor for a friend to clear a water run-out issue– and it turned out that Bellona had woken up from her millennia of sleep, the tremors resulting from that causing an obstruction of the water source uphill. Things happened, and Bellona ended up becoming my ‘knight’.

The days of travel I spent with her and the Paths – the Mamonos who are now my wives and loving Queens – were eventful. At one point, I even found out she was a spy for the enemy that was after my neck, but thanks to perseverance, I regained her trust and with the Paths, she became a permanent part of my life.

And here she is now, showing her skin to me, the only man she swears fealty to, without a care in the world.

Wiping a drop of water below Bellona’s cheek that I could surmise was a rare tear from her, I witnessed a bluish tint emerge from her face, which was a sign she was blushing at me.

“Jeiel-dono….you tease me.”

I grinned cheekily at the Balrog-girl. “Sorry. Force of habit.”

Bellona cleared her throat. She stared at me with intent.“Jeiel-dono…. I have a favor.”

 

“Ask away.”

At once, Bellona unwrapped her towel and revealing her glorious feminine body, casted the wet cloth aside. As she rubbed her hands on a bar of soap until it frothed in bubbly white, she looked at me nervously. “Please….. allow me to wash your back. “

I can understand where her anxiety’s coming from: it’s her first time washing my back as my wife.

The whole thing unraveling in front me was so stimulating I swerved away in a heartbeat, promptly forcing my ‘pole’ down while my breathing ran rapid.

Finally, I replied in a stutter.

“G-G-Gladly….”

It still embarrasses me whenever the girls strip in front of me in a nonchalant manner. Granted, I’m their husband, but…. I don’t want to show them that I get aroused in a matter of seconds like a common pervert.

They’re aware, and yet still, they make these scenarios wherein they force me until I’m lengths away from losing my rationality. Which, for most of it, happens.

These girls will be the death of me, I swear.

At Bellona’s behest I pulled myself out of the bath and placed a bathing stool she mentioned near the faucets. Sitting on the stool, I rinsed myself with cold water, waiting. I could hear her rubbing and breathing tensely. I wasn’t exactly seeing what she was doing, but I could tell she was nervous – and in a weird way, it was turning me on, so I had my legs locked together for the event that my thing might stick up like a tree.

Soon, I heard her stepping up from behind me. I could hear her knees drop to the floor.

“H-Here I go….”

I gulped. As soon as Bellona pushed her soap-ridden hands upon my back, a tingly feeling hit my body and I froze. I could actually feel the strength to stand leaving my legs. Liquid soap was flowing down my back freely, trickling down toward my nethers. She started to rub effortlessly, letting the suds bubble and course from behind.

“Jeiel-dono….. please stay still.”

Warmth was pulsing upon my skin as her slender hands moved down my shoulder blades. From there, she traveled to the lumbar areas, coating me in soap with gentle ease. That whole time, I was paralyzed in pleasure. Bellona had made the soap warm and in line with the temperature my body liked, and Demonic Energy was triggering my skin to react to her touch. It was overwhelming to a point it made my body submit entirely to her hands.

“Bellona…. you’re…  good at this….” I said with gritted teeth. The whole process was that intense, it was foiling me from speaking right. A subtle giggle was all she replied.

“It must be because it had taken me a month of observation and practice to perfect this.”

She made her fingers dance by my underarms, guiding it tenderly before dipping down. When a perfect moan slipped past my lips she whispered close to my ear. “Does it please you?”

“A-Are you kidding me?” I croaked. “You’re making me stiff all over. You might as well rape me when you’re at it.”

She giggled again.

Her hands were no longer at the back, but working their way to my chest. They rubbed ceaselessly on my upper abdomen, followed by their caress on the lower part.

“That is no longer in my nature….but as you are my husband… I would love to do so.”

There was a pause. And at that moment,  Bellona leaned on me. A pair of rounded objects, wet in soap and foam, buried themselves upon my naked back.

F*ck.

Her breasts were pressing up against me.

''Aaand I am back ! STAY TUNED YOU nut heads ! PT 2 is coming !!''