Then the Rainbow Empress spoke again.
“And do you swear that he is gentle and considerate when the two of you mate?” she demanded.
Natalie’s cheeks went dark but she lifted her chin a little higher.
“Yes,” she said clearly. “He’s, uh,extremelyconsiderate.”
Another compliment. I only wished I could have earned it. But though Natalie and I had “fooled around” considerably, we hadn’t gotten to actually “mate” in the true sense of the word before we’d decided we had better keep things platonic. Which was a fucking shame since I was still so strongly attracted to her it was hard to keep my hands to myself when she was near.
“I am glad to hear you speak well of the male,” the Rainbow Empress said to Natalie. “The two of you may approach my throne. Though you must, of course, first bathe in the pool of cleansing and pleasure.”
“Uh, the pool of what?” Natalie asked, frowning.
But as she spoke, I saw an opening in the curving golden pathway that led to throne. As I watched, it got bigger and bigger, irising open to reveal a kind of bathing pool filled with pale purple water that bubbled and foamed like someone had poured a whole bottle of fizzing solution in it.
“That is the pool of cleansing and pleasure,” Thallia said to me and Natalie. “All who approach the throne must swim in its waters.”
“Oh, uh, okay,” Natalie didn’t look too sure about the prospect, though she usually loved baths. “Er…do we need to take off our clothes first?” she asked and I thought I saw the problem. Though she had a gorgeous, curvy body, Natalie could be shy at times. She had even asked me to turn my back when we were both changing into our shiny silver outfits. And though I had seen—and touched—just about every part of her gorgeous body, I had complied.
“You need not shed your clothing,” Thallia told Natalie, and I saw the relief on her face. “The waters of the pool will not wet you—they will only cleanse and pleasure you,” she added.
Whatever the fuckthatmeant.
“Go forward,” Thallia urged us both. “Enter the pool and you will see—enter and you will know.”
“Um, okay.” Natalie ducked her head, her long black curls bouncing around her slender shoulders.
We both stepped forward to the edge of the pool, which seemed to be lined in gold and was filled with the pale lavender water. Golden steps I could have sworn weren’t there a moment ago led down into the depths—it looked to be quite deep.
Natalie looked at the pool and then looked at me. She held out a hand and raised her eyebrows in question.
“Together?” she asked.
I nodded and took her hand.
“Together, baby,” I told her.
And then both of us stepped into the pale purple water.
THIRTY-SIX
NATALIE
It was like stepping into a pool of sparkling water at first. The bubbles fizzed all around me, tickling my skin, which was bare under the long silver strips of my shiny new dress.
You might think this would be an unpleasant sensation and it might have been if the water had been cold. But it wasn’t—it was actually warm, though not as hot as I usually liked my baths. I kept thinking I might have to start swimming because it looked really deep, but actually my feet were able to touch the golden bottom of the pool easily, though the water came up to my neck.
The weird thing was, it came up to Vik’tor’s neck too. Even though he was so much taller than me and he clearly wasn’t crouching down, the water covered him exactly the same way it covered me. I looked down to see if the floor of the pool was uneven, but it was hard to tell with all the bubbles.
And then I stopped worrying about how deep the pool was because the water started todothings to me.
“Oh!” I gasped as I felt the bubbles fizzing and popping around my bare nipples. But then it seemed like more than bubbles—it was almost as though the water had formed two soft mouths that were exerting a strong but gentle suction around my rigid peaks.
And then I felt it below, too. First the bubbles, fizzing and popping around my bare pussy, and then soft fingers made of water were spreading my outer pussy lips open and caressing me inside, circling my clit gently and teasingly.
I shifted from foot to foot uncertainly—was I imagining this?
But no, apparently not. Vik’tor had a strained look on his face and he was also looking down into the water, as though he was trying to figure out what was going on.