Iosef stifled a moan as the cool air assailed his pecker, causing it to twitch violently as it was finally freed from the sweaty, sticky embrance of Qilian's hair bun.

  He shuddered as he saw a thick line of viscous white fluid form a thread between the tip of his still erect member and the nest of silky hair and his sumac scented fluids which overflowed from her hair and spilled onto her shapely naked back.

  As he momentairly lusted over the sheer seductiveness of Qilian's formidable posture and graceful curvature, he instinctively took a step back as he saw Qilian reach for the golden needle in her hair, releasing her hairbun into a curtain of red-tipped raven hair that unfurled upon her shoulders.

  Iosef's eyes widened as he the sight of the disgusting mess he made inside her hair came into his sight:

  Globs of jism spttered across nearly half of her unfurled hair, linking parts of her hair in glistening arcs of viscious white.

  With a devilish sidelong gnce dispying her narrowed eyes and smirk Qilian spoke.

  "Come now, help me wash your sticky stuff from my hair~"

  Hauling a pail of cool water from a nearby pool and sliding it towards Iosef, Qilian sat on the stone ground before him.

  After a moment of hesitation, Iosef wet his hands with the pail and felt the coldness settle in his fingers. And gently, he combed his fingers along Qilian's silky smooth hair, punctuated occasionally by the still somewhat warm jism that he shamefully ejacuted onto her hair.

  Iosef felt himself thrown into a whirlpool of emotions - shame and guilt from having come all over a companion's hair, while being assailed by the overwhelming lust that burned at his loins having the sight of Qilian's fair, beautifully sculpted back right before him, and the animalistic satisfaction that brimmed within him from having left his mark on what his body clearly saw as a suitable mate capable of bearing his -

  "Hmmm...? What is that hot thing against pressing my back? Still not enough I see ~ ?"

  "S... sorry!" Iosef blurted as he quickly realised pecker yet again growing painfully rge, and he had apparently unknowingly been rubbing its length along Qilian's naked back while washing her hair.

  "Dear me... now you've got my body dirty with pre-cum. That won't do.... " Qilian spoke in a teasing tone.

  "Well... I suppose we won't get anywhere with washing if you're going around swinging that dirty little rod around~? So..."

  "Wh... Wha!?" Iosef yelped as he suddenly lost his bance.

  In an instant, Iosef found himself lying prone on the ground, facing up.

  And above him was Qilian, on all fours, looking down at him with a smug, devilish expression - eyes narrowed and with a big grin formed by her narrow pink lips.

  ...

  Mist escaped Iosef's mouth as he stifled a moan.

  Iosef could find little words to describe the sheer lewdness of the situation he was in.

  Qilian was now lying top of him, thered in foamy soap, rubbing her body across his own.

  The softness of her fair flesh caressed his own, her belly and bosom kneading at his spent yet still very tense member every time she slid her naked body across his own.

  Just a while ago too Iosef felt as though he was dreaming when Qilian covered herself in oily, viscous fragrant soaps, and sandwiched his arms and legs with her thighs and bosom. The experience almost nearly brought him across the limit as he could feel the sensual warmth of Qilian's flesh and accompanied by the occasional sensation of the contours of her nether.

  The sensation was so overwhelming Iosef closed his eyes to protect himself. But the animal within him forced it open yet again.

  What Iosef saw next nearly made him lose his mind.

  Previously Qilian had positioned herself with her face facing his own. But now in pin sight before Iosef was her rear.

  Iosef bore witness to - before him - the Qilian's rear which slid close to his face and the went further from him rhythmically, in sensual strokes, face giving him clear view of her pink snatch, tightly shut - barely revealing the pink carbuncle nestled at its start.

  Whenever her snatch came close to him, he could smell an arousing scent of perfumed soaps mixed with Qilian's distinctive womanly scent that bore a slightly sour fvour.

  "Nnnh...."

  Iosef bit his lip as he felt warmth gather to his bottom and his member twittching, occasionally colliding with what he could only imagine to be Qilian's warm forhead and occasionally the silky sensation of her adhering along his soap thered rod.

  Sometimes he could feel the her hair strands come into contact with his sensitive tip, which edged him ever closer to his limit.

  This pressure only compounded further as he became aware of the two points of roughness trailing across his loins - no doubt her waxy, erect nipples rubbing sensually across his flesh.

  Iosef felt his sanity hanging by a thread as the pink gash taunted him repeatedly has Qilian rubbed her body against his own.

  And as it finally approached dangerously close to him, less than an inch from his nose, he stuck his tongue out.

  "Nnnh..!?" Qilian made a stifled cry as Iosef saw the pink gash tremble uncontrolbly, leaking profusely sour scented fluids onto his neck.

  Iosef could taste it from its source, and hot air seemed to emerge from it as his tongue slithered around the opening, eventually reaching a waxy tip...

  "....?!???!?"

  Another stifled cry of pleasure - followed by the feeling of Qilian's hot breath blowing onto his standing rod - bathing in the interstice of the cool night air and his partner's lustful breath.

  At the same time, Iosef felt two fleshy thighs press at his cheeks, push his head closer to her nether which spasmed and trembled, clearly riding out her high - trying to eke out the remnants of pleasure from her immense orgasm.

  "You... Haahh.. you rascal... Two can py that game~ Haaah...." Qilian finally spoke, panting while occasionally spasming from the echoes of her gradually subsiding climax.

  Then suddenly, Iosef felt a siltering warmth around his tip -

  Iosef sucked in his breath, almost wanting to scream to vocalise his long awaited release...

  The sound of a sliding door rang through the baths.

  "!?" Qilian stifled an excmation of shock, as did Iosef.

  Someone was coming!

  Suddenly, Iosef felt himself lose control of his body, as he found himself being manhandled by Qilian, who picked him up, pced him on her shoulder, and ran.

  Still unable to process the events unfolding, Iosef could only see Qilian's naked back and feet and the wet fgstone which she ran on.

  And eventually entering an area shaded by weeping trees, she lifted Iosef off her shoulder, now carrying him from the front.

  Iosef barely stopped himself from moaning as he felt his member lewdly slide across her smooth belly and felt his own nipples come into contact with her own as she adjusted their posture.

  The next sensation nearly made him come.

  The sounds of water soon could be heard as Iosef felt a great warmth envelop first his feet, and next his entire body - like a quilt of liquid warmth encompassing his entire self - further compounded by the close contact of bare skin between Qilian and himself.

  And to make matters worse, his gaze slowly met Qilian's own - and he could see clearly her flushed face, her silky red tipped bangs barely obscuring her reddish horns, her moist, pink lips.

  Oh how he desired to steal a kiss that no doubt would taste of wine and fruit - hints of which he could smell as he felt her breath upon his skin as they snuggled in the spring, hiding from the bathers who had just entered.

  "Wow... This bath is huge!"

  "Indeed, it looks amazing..."

  Iosef momentarily snapped out of his lustful delirium as he heard the distant voices from the entrance of the baths.

  The belonged to none other than his two other companions, Fenia and Khayacinth...!

  "Hey Iosef... slow down... At this rate you'll dirty the bath with your..."

  Iosef gasped as he was brought back to his current situation, and realised he was subconsciously rubbing his body against Qilian's own.

  He also quickly realised that he was nearly at the brink of releasing inside the bath, the fluids within almost half-way out of his member.

  "If you need to release it... you can do it in... me..." Qilian whispered in his ear making the hairs on the back of his neck stand.

  "N... No... We can't do this..." Iosef muttered.

  But deep in his mind his animalistic self wished to take control and ram his member straight into Qilian's deepest depths.

  As his conscience and desires fought in his mind...

  "Hmmm... looks like they're coming... I'll let you off this time ~ ? Go on... there should be a pce to hide there~" Qilian finally spoke as she released Iosef from her tight embrace.

  Iosef felt a part of his heart twist painfully as he left her embrace.

  Some part of wished she had taken him against his will - and another part wished he could take her against her will right now - she was still looking at him with that smug look! Oh how he wanted to ravage her and wipe it off her face.

  But now with much of the heat from their skin contact cooled by the night air and regaining some bit of calmness, Iosef left the bath and ran towards the weeping willows where Qilian pointed towards.

  ...

  The cool night air caressed Iosef skin as he headed towards the willow trees.

  He followed the fgstone which seemed to lead into a clearing of weeping willows at which he saw a roofed pavilion, open on all sides save curtains of translucent white fabric which revealed its interior which appeared to be a few stone beds separated by the same curtains of translucent cloth.

  Feeling weary from the previous escapade and greatly desiring respite, Iosef quickly made his way into the pavilion and id upon the stone bed.

  The bed was smooth and polished, though he had expected it to be cool to the touch, he found it was mildly warm, and without further hesitation, id upon it facing up to allow the cool breeze to soothe his body while enjoying the warmth the stone bed afforded.

  He felt a tension finally leave his body slowly, the tension that had until now wracked both body and mind due to the lewd sights that he saw for nearly the whole day and his being assaulted and teased by various girls.

  "If you need to release it... you can do it in... me..." Qilian's lustful voice echoed deep in his mind. Iosef could still feel her breath by his left ear, sending a crawling warmth down his neck and shoulder...

  Just thinking of it made him stand again, but thankfully there were no sights to seduce him and fuel his lust, so his member swiftly softened as he heaved a sigh of relief.

  Qilian was just toying with me... There's nothing more to it than that... Iosef admonished himself internally.

  Iosef reflected on the various happenings through the day as he heard the distant crashing of waves of the Vast Oasis, the chorus of the crickets and frogs, and the sound of leaves carried by a gentle breeze...

  The pavilion of weeping willows seemed to darken around him, and soon Iosef felt his mind plunge into darkness.

  ...

  A strange sticky warmth drizzled upon his back.

  A softness smeared the warmth across the length of his back muscles to his glutes and feet.

  Soft, warm fingers trailed across his arms as he felt the softness repeat it's travel up and down the length of his spine.

  And then he felt two tiny mounds of roughness rub across as well.

  The sensation was extremely comfortable, and released much tension and stress from his muscles.

  The aches that echoed in his muscles seemed to evaporate with every stroke of the softness and roughness.

  "Nnnhh..." Iosef mumbled as he realised his eyes were closed.

  Yet they seemed sealed shut as he quickly noticed the front of his body was mildly warm, and his back felt a mix of cool and warm as the soft body travelled across his body.

  He felt dizzy, and confused - yet he wanted to go back to sleep.

  Still, feeling something amiss, Iosef mustered his will and forced his eyes open.

  He was greeted with the sight of the surroundings of an open pavilion - open on all sides save translucent white curtains.

  Iosef quickly recognised the sight - he had been resting here.

  "Did I fall asleep?"" Iosef thought as he slowly pulled himself together from drowsiness.

  Iosef soon realised there was a wet, slicky sound coming from above him - which came from his back which was facing the sky.

  There was a weight pressing on him - around his size - it was smooth, ocassionaly rough at two points, it gave off a warmth, yet it was light.

  There was someone on him...!

  And that someone was rubbing her naked body upon his back!

  "S...sorry...! W... who are you?" Iosef whispered as he tried to turn about but to no avail.

  "... Don't move. I'll make you feel better..." a monotonous voice whispered back at him from a puff of warm air that caressed his right ear, making him shiver as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up - as did his member which pressed with increasing pressure against the mildly warm stone bed.

  "Y...Ylessia...!?" Iosef stuttered as he realised that he was now being assaulted by none other than Ylessia - the emotionless girl who sat next to him during dinner.

  The sight of her lithe naked frame and expressionless face cultivated lust rapidly in his loins as he imagined the pure and precious looking Ylessia rubbing her body against his own while smeared in some sort of warm perfumed oil.

  Despite Iosef's call, Ylessia did not respond, and soon he felt coolness assail his upper back as weight shifted and concentrated at his lower back, from which he could feel a telling softness of two mounds punctuated by a waxy hardness.

  She was seated with her crotch positioned at his lower back.

  The thought excited his nether to no end as Iosef felt it grow much harder, pressing painfully against the stone bed.

  "...."

  Iosef could barely hear a breath escape Ylessia's lips - who was no doubt staring at his obscene member with exasperation.

  It was at this point Iosef came to realise he had lost some part of his mind.

  Never did he think that a time would come when he would relish the idea of a girl or woman gazing at him with disgust or contempt.

  Yet, much to his shame, he felt greatly excited by the notion as he imagined Ylessia looking at his erect mount with an air of condescension.

  "Hhhyah...!" Iosef yelped as he suddenly felt coolness coil about his hard member.

  Ylessia had just grabbed his member.

  Her cool dainty fingers, sticky with oil began moving across his shaft in fluid motions.

  "Nnnhhhaaa!!" Iosef twitched as he uncontrolbly gasped.

  As if manhandling his member was not enough, Ylessia was now teasing the tip with one finger - pressing dangerously against the entrance of his mount while working at along the shaft with her other fingers.

  But unlike the rough manhandling he had experienced at the hands of the masked gatekeepers, Ylessia's massage was gentle yet even more capable at bringing him across the edge.

  "There is a lot of tension here... rex..." Yelessia whispered in her typical monotonous voice.

  "Just how am I to rex...!?" Iosef yelled internally as he desparately fought against just simply making a mess of the stone bed and Ylessia's hands.

  Just when he thought he was free from being assaulted by girls, the girl whom he thought was his only ally in all of this was now pying with his manhood like a toy.

  "..."

  Iosef felt Ylessia's breath against his butt which grew only more tense despite her attempt to calm him.

  "Nnnghh...!?" Iosef grunted as he felt a warm length slither deep into his bottom and prod the core of tension deep in his lower half.

  A wave of immense pleasure washed across his body, from his lower half as he felt the core of tension in him break like a dam, spshing outwards audibily in the idyllic pavilion of weeping willows.

  With every beat of his heart, pleasure washed across his mind and body as his member spasmed, releasing the warm juices hidden deep inside his body that he had so desparately held back.

  The cool fingers at his tip and length assisted his member with every twitch - practically milking his member.

  The release seemed to st nearly two minutes - every twitch releasing a seemingly unending amount of jism.

  And eventually, at its close, Iosef y spent on the stone bed - nearly losing consciousness.

  "There... feel better now...?"

  Ylessia's monotonous voice whispered, just barely keeping him awake as a y on the mildly warm stone bed - no doubt now soiled by copious amounts of his smelly sumac scented seed which had by now travelled to his nostrils.

  "Sorry..." Iosef apologised as he caught his breath as he felt Ylessia get off from his back.

  "Nn... No need. I saw you had a lot of pressure. I did what I could to help," Ylessia spoke softly as Iosef turned about to look at her.

  Just like before, he saw Ylessia bear a neutral expression - her irises were dull as before, but her hair - covered in ribbons of his steaming jism - was tied up into a disheveled bun by a length of white cord which revealed her thin neck which was highlighted by a ray of moonlight that shone through the translucent curtains parted by wind.

  Iosef felt his breath stolen as he took in yet again Ylessia's petite frame seated in an upright posture - her pink nipples perked up on her ft chest and her bald nether seated in the pool of sumac scented jism he just released on part of the stone bed.

  Deep inside he felt another spark ignite which sought to pin her down and have his way with her immediately, but thankfully the spark fizzled as it deemed his body truly spent by the experience he had been put through by Ylessia's body.

  "Let me help clean it up... at the very least," Iosef said in an embarrased tone.

  "Thank you Iosef, you are very kind..." Ylessia nodded as she handed Iosef a towel. Using her own towel, she began cleaning the mess he made with his assistance and after a minute they parted ways as Ylessia wanted to clean herself - to which which Iosef apologised profusely to her yet again.

  After exchanging pleasantries, Iosef quickly walked towards the exit of the baths.

  But quickly, he was stopped on his way.

  "Iosef... there you are... Are you well?" Khayacinth's voice came from before him.

  As Iosef looked up - he saw Qilian, Fenia, Khayacinth and Violefax standing before him - covered in moisture. Steam seemed to escape from the stone door behind them which slowly slid shut as the four began wiping their bodies with towels.

  "Y...yeah, I'm fine... I had to relieve myself for a bit," Iosef said as he gulped, thinking back to what Ylessia had done to him.

  "Hmmm... Is that so...? Well you do look refreshed - so that's a good thing..." Khayacinth spoke with a hint of suspicion in her voice.

  Indeed, Iosef felt much calmer and in control than before.

  Despite staring straight at the four who were practically baring everything to him, only a little bit of pressure built in his member which was perhaps only slightly instigated by the mischievous look Qilian was giving him.

  "Indeed, a refreshing scent I can detect from Ser Iosef... The baths in Thrun truly live up to their name..." Violefax spoke in her clear voice as she nodded while wiping her skin dry with a towel.

  Even the seductive sight of the heroine he had admired did little to excite the calm he was in, as Iosef felt more confident.

  "Shall we head to our quarters to rest? We should rest early - perhaps we can meet with Hyhweidian clergy early tomorrow," Iosef suggested.

  "Yeah, though I think it'll be a little hard to wake up early tomorrow... I'm so tired!" Fenia said as she finished drying her hair with her cantrip.

  "I drank quite a bit, so I'll sleep like a log... no doubt, I'll be counting on you to wake me up tomorrow, Iosef! Haha!" Qilian quipped as she tied her hair up with her golden needle and threw her used towel into a basket nearby.

  "You can count on me," Iosef smiled as the five make their way to the Inn's rooms.

  ...

  The inn's attendant was an auburn catfolk named Sethaea dressed in a translucent robe and mask who led Iosef's party and Violefax to their rooms.

  It was at this point Iosef realised the Oyster's Goodhome was quite an expansive estate, as various inn dwellings were set out along the hill the inn was built on, connected by wooden walkways, interspersed by various shops and homes belonging to others.

  After three minutes of walking, they found themselves at small building about two floors high - made of a combination of basalt cobblestone and wood topped with two chimneys.

  Heeding Sethaea's advice, they quietly made their way up to the second floor of the rest quarters which had a total of three rooms - one of which was occupied by another guest who had most likely turned in for the day.

  However, they quickly realised that both rooms were insufficient to accomodate Iosef's party of four - with one room only having room for two futons, and the other accomodating only three.

  There was a brief discussion with some disagreement on the part of Iosef having to sleep unclothed with two others in his party.

  This disagreement was eventually resolved by Violefax's suggestion to room with Iosef - which the rest of the party agreeing out of respect and trust for their saviour whose blindness afforded the confidence of her pure intentions.

  Iosef, too was too tired to think any further of the matter agreed as well and after setting down his belongings and equipment slid unclothed into the futon that was set next to Violefax's.

  After wishing Violefax a good night, he quickly drifted into slumber, no doubt lulled by the Violefax's soft humming of a dreamy lulby that eased him into sleep...