Chapter 338: Bathing With King Reginald’s Five Concubines

The five concubines stood huddled at the edge of the steaming pool. Like five startled birds flushed from a bush, they looked confused, uncertain, their eyes wide in the misty air.

Lila and Nyla, the twins, barely twenty, clutched each other, their bodies soft and plump as summer peaches.

Anya, the dancer, older but with a body like a drawn bowstring, held herself with a tense grace.

Juliana, the quiet one, just watched, her eyes dark pools reflecting the steam, her impressive chest rising and falling rapidly.

And Elaine, Eleanor’s mother, a painting left too long in the sun, simply looked down, resigned, her shoulders slumped.

Alaric, wearing King Reginald’s face like a borrowed, ill-fitting mask, frowned. The illusion held, but his impatience was real.

His voice, still mimicking the King’s reedy, slightly nasal tone, sharpened with annoyance. “Well? Did you not hear me?”

He repeated himself, louder this time. “I said strip. Get in this water. And prepare to serve your King.”

Lila whispered nervously to her sister, her voice a tiny squeak. “Is… is His Majesty alright, Nyla? He never… he never asks us all together. Especially not when… when she is here.” She flicked a fearful glance towards Kate, who was lounging on a submerged rock ledge like a sleek, black panther, watching them with cold amusement.

Nyla just shook her head, clutching Lila’s hand tighter. “I don’t know. He seems… different.”

“Angry?”

“No… more… hungry?”

Anya, the dancer, ever the boldest, took a hesitant step forward. “Your Majesty,” she began, her voice trying for its usual smooth diplomacy, but trembling slightly. “Forgive our boldness, but… is everything well? This is… most unexpected. Are you feeling quite yourself?”

“Never felt better!” Alaric snapped, trying to inject Reginald’s usual bluster into the words. “Just… feeling the need for some company! All of you! Now stop dawdling!”

Juliana remained silent, just watching Alaric with those unsettlingly deep eyes. Elaine kept her gaze fixed on the water swirling around her ankles, accepting whatever was coming like rain.

Kate had clearly had enough of their hesitation. She pushed herself up slightly in the water, her magnificent breasts cresting the surface like twin moons. Her voice cut through the steam, cold as chipped ice.

“Did you not hear the King’s command?” she asked, her tone dangerously soft. “Are you deaf now as well as slow?”

The five women flinched as if struck.

“The King is… indisposed often,” Anya stammered. “We were merely concerned…”

“Concerned?” Kate laughed, a short, sharp, ugly sound. “Your concern should be for your own positions if you continue to disobey!”

She glared at them, her eyes promising swift and unpleasant consequences. “He desires your company. All of you. Now. Strip. Get in here. And do whatever is necessary to please your King.”

“But, Your Majesty…” Lila started.

“Are you questioning the Queen now, too?” Kate’s voice dropped to a venomous whisper. “Do I need to remind you who holds the power in this court when the King is… distracted?”

“No, Your Majesty!” they chorused, fear finally overriding their confusion.

“Then move!” Kate commanded.

Immediately, trembling fingers went to buttons, sashes, and ties. Simple linen shifts and soft cotton robes started falling to the damp stone floor around the pool like shed skins.

Alaric watched, leaning back against the warm rocks, his eyes (appearing as Reginald’s watery blue, but burning with his own inner fire) roaming over their naked bodies as they were revealed.

The twins first. Young, plump, their curves soft and almost identical. Skin like fresh cream. Breasts high and round, nipples pink and puckered in the cool air. Little blonde curls between their legs. Ripe fruit, indeed. Appetizing.

Anya, the dancer. Leaner, more muscular, but still undeniably female. Long legs, elegant arms. Breasts smaller but perfectly shaped. A body made for movement, graceful as a crane. Interesting potential there.

Juliana, the quiet one. Gods, Kate hadn’t been exaggerating. Her breasts were mountains, huge and heavy, spilling forward as she bent to step into the water. A tiny waist flared out to surprisingly wide hips. A body built for sin, just like Kate had said. And those eyes… they were still just watching him.

Elaine, the mother. Older, yes. Maybe forty. But her body was soft, maternal, curves like rolling hills. Her breasts were large and full, maybe a little softer than Juliana’s, but still magnificent. Her hips were wide, her belly soft. A body that had borne a child. A body that held a different kind of allure. A faded painting, perhaps, but the artistry was still there.

’Nice,’ Alaric thought, a slow, predatory smile touching the lips of his Reginald-mask. ’A very good selection indeed. Reginald might be useless, but his taste isn’t half bad.’

They hesitantly stepped into the hot, steaming water, gasping slightly as the heat enveloped them. They gathered near the edge, as far from Kate as possible, unsure what to do next, avoiding her cold, triumphant gaze. They looked like five nervous lambs huddled together, waiting for the wolf.

Alaric (as Reginald) sighed impatiently, splashing the water with his hand. “Well? What are you waiting for? An engraved invitation? Come here! All of you! Don’t just stand there shivering like virgins at a wedding!”

He decided to start with the easiest prey. The youngest. The most easily flustered.

“Lila, Nyla,” he commanded, beckoning them closer. “You first.”

Alaric waded through the chest-deep, steaming water towards Lila and Nyla, who were still huddled together near the edge like two frightened fawns. The steam swirled around his disguised form, making him seem larger, more menacing.

He put an arm around each of their waists, his hands easily spanning their soft middles. He pulled them close, their wet skin slick against his. “Don’t be shy, little ones,” he said, trying to inject some of Reginald’s usual wheedling tone into his voice. “Your King just wants to… appreciate you.”

He turned his attention to Lila first. He cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and a strange, dawning curiosity.

Then he kissed her.

It wasn’t a gentle peck. It wasn’t even a passionate kiss. It was hard. Demanding. His tongue pushed into her mouth like a rough invader, tasting her, exploring her with a possessive energy that was utterly unlike the King’s usual fumbling attempts.

Lila gasped against his mouth, her eyes going even wider with shock. ’His Majesty… he’s never kissed like this! He’s… he’s eating me!’

“Mmmph!” She tried to pull back, her hands pushing weakly against his chest, but he held her fast, one arm clamped around her waist like an iron band. He kissed her until her struggles weakened, until she went limp in his grasp, her head spinning.

He finally pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their lips. Lila was panting, her face flushed, her eyes dazed.

He turned to Nyla, who looked even more terrified now. “Your turn,” he said, giving her a lewd grin that didn’t belong on Reginald’s face.

He kissed her just as deeply, just as possessively. She trembled violently in his arms, a small whimper escaping her throat. ’He feels… different,’ she thought frantically. ’So much… stronger. And his tongue… what is he doing?’

He moved down the line, a king reviewing his prizes.

Anya, the dancer, received a demanding, almost angry kiss that momentarily broke her dancer’s poise, leaving her breathless and slightly shaken. ’Such… force,’ she thought. ’Unexpected.’

Juliana, the quiet one, received a surprisingly gentle, almost searching kiss. He took his time, exploring her mouth slowly, deliberately. She didn’t respond, but a deep blush spread across her cheeks like a sunset, and her breathing hitched.

Elaine, Eleanor’s mother, got a brief, almost dismissive kiss. He pressed his lips against hers for a second, a token gesture, like an afterthought. She accepted it with that same, distant resignation, her eyes (behind the blindness) focused somewhere far away.

Anya, having recovered her composure, spoke again, bolder now, her curiosity overriding her fear. “Your Majesty… you seem very… energetic today. Truly. It is wonderful, of course, but… it is unlike you to call us all at once. Is there a special occasion?”

Lila and Nyla nodded vigorously. “Yes! You usually… prefer… one at a time,” Lila stammered.

Alaric (as Reginald) let out a reedy, forced laugh. “A King needs variety!” he declared, trying to sound jovial. “Keeps life interesting! Besides,” he leaned in conspiratorially, “I took a… a special vitality tonic this morning! An old family recipe! Feeling young again! Like a stag in spring!”

Kate, lounging on her rock, backed him up instantly, her voice smooth as silk. “Yes, my dears. The King is feeling particularly… vigorous today. Exceptionally so.” She gave them all a sharp, meaningful look. “You should all consider yourselves fortunate. And you should all do your absolute best to please him. Understand?” Her eyes held a clear warning: Play along, or else.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” they murmured, properly chastised.

Alaric decided it was time to move things along. He started fondling the twins’ breasts under the water, his hands cupping the heavy, buoyant flesh, his thumbs finding their nipples.

Lila gasped again, louder this time, her body jerking. Not just from his touch, but from something else. Something hard and impossibly large pressing insistently against her bare leg underwater.

“Your Majesty!” she squeaked, her eyes wide with alarm. “What… what is that?”

Nyla felt it too, brushing against her thigh. “It’s… it’s huge!” she whispered, her face paling.

Alaric chuckled again, that fake, reedy sound. “Ah, yes! The tonic! I told you! Remarkable effects, wouldn’t you say?” He leaned closer, winking. “Made me… well… grow a bit! Quite a pleasant surprise!”

“Grow?” Anya repeated, her eyes wide with disbelief and a sudden, intense interest.

“Don’t worry,” Alaric (as Reginald) assured them, his voice full of false bonhomie. “You’ll enjoy it. All of you.”

The excuse was flimsy. Ridiculous, even. But backed by Kate’s icy glare, and faced with the undeniable, massive evidence pressing against their legs, the concubines had no choice but to accept it. Their eyes were wide with a confusing, terrifying mixture of fear and a new, dawning, forbidden excitement.

“Alright, you two,” Alaric said, his voice dropping, focusing entirely on Lila and Nyla now. Their youth, their innocence… it was the perfect starting point. “Let’s start with you.”

He put an arm around each of their trembling shoulders and pulled them towards a wide, submerged stone ledge near the center of the pool. The water here was shallower, only waist-deep on him.

He sat Lila down hard on his lap in the water, facing him, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He didn’t waste any time. He guided himself to her entrance – she was wet, but tight, achingly tight – and pushed inside.

SLOSH.

Lila screamed, a high-pitched, muffled sound swallowed by the water and the wards. Her eyes flew open wide, then squeezed shut, tears instantly mixing with the pool water on her face. It was her first time. With anything this big. It felt like she was being split in two.

“Shhh, shhh,” Alaric (as Reginald) murmured, trying to sound comforting, even as he ruthlessly stretched her. “It’s alright, little one. Just relax.”

While he started fucking Lila, his rhythm deliberately slow and deep, forcing her body to accommodate him, he pulled her terrified sister, Nyla, close. He clamped his mouth onto Nyla’s breast, sucking hard on her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

“Watch your sister,” he murmured against Nyla’s wet skin. “See how much she enjoys serving her King.”

Lila was not enjoying it. Not yet. She was crying and moaning, overwhelmed by the size, the pressure, the sheer invasion. “Too big… Your Majesty… please… it hurts…!”

Alaric just grunted and kept going, his thrusts slow, steady, relentless. “It’ll feel good soon,” he promised gruffly.

Nyla watched, her face a mask of terror and fascinated arousal, as her twin sister was taken. She could feel Alaric’s free hand sliding down her own stomach, dipping lower under the water. His fingers found her pussy, finding her clit with unerring accuracy. He began rubbing her, mercilessly, expertly.

He fucked Lila until her cries of pain slowly, inevitably, turned into gasps of pleasure. Until her body started moving with his, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. Until she finally climaxed, a high-pitched, sobbing wail that echoed strangely underwater.

The moment her climax faded, he pulled out of her, leaving her gasping and dazed. He immediately pushed Nyla down onto his lap, positioning her, and entered her just as forcefully.

Now it was Nyla’s turn to scream and cry, while Lila, limp and sobbing, clung to his back like a drowning kitten. He didn’t ignore Lila. His hands found her breasts again, playing with them, pinching her nipples, while he pounded ruthlessly into Nyla.

“My turn now?” Nyla sobbed. “Please… Your Majesty… be gentle…”

“Gentle is boring,” he growled, increasing his pace.

He swapped them back and forth. Fucking Lila while kissing Nyla. Fucking Nyla while his fingers brought Lila to another shuddering orgasm. His hands roamed their plump, identical buttocks, their soft bellies, leaving faint red marks on their pale skin.

The other concubines – Anya, Juliana, Elaine – watched from the edge of the pool. Their expressions were a complex mixture. Shock, definitely. Horror, perhaps. But also… undeniable excitement. Arousal. Maybe even… jealousy?

They had never seen “Reginald” like this. This wasn’t their fumbling, quick-to-finish King. This was a beast. A stallion. And he was giving the twins a pleasure, however rough, that they themselves had only dreamed of.

Kate just watched, a small, smug, cat-like smile playing on her lips. She trailed her fingers through the warm water, enjoying the show. This was much better than listening to Reginald snore.

Alaric continued his assault on the twins for hours. The sun climbed high in the sky, beating down on the steaming water.

He fucked their mouths, holding their heads steady, his massive cock gagging them until tears streamed down their faces.

He had them pleasure each other while he sat back on the ledge and watched, giving crude instructions. “Yes, like that. Lick her harder. Use your fingers.”

He pulled them out of the water and fucked them on the smooth, warm rocks, their wet bodies slapping against the stone.

He fucked their pussies until they were red, swollen, and utterly sated. Until their minds were just blown fuses.

By early afternoon, just as the sun reached its peak, Lila and Nyla were just… done. They were limp dolls, their eyes rolled back, completely unconscious from the relentless, overwhelming pleasure and exertion. They floated slackly in the warm water, held up only by the buoyancy.

Alaric looked down at them, his chest heaving slightly. A satisfied smirk touched his lips (Reginald’s lips).

“Well,” he said, his voice rough. “That takes care of the appetizers.”

He gently let the twins drift towards the shallow edge of the pool, where they bumped softly against the rocks, utterly spent.

He turned his attention to the three remaining women, who were watching him with wide, apprehensive, and incredibly hungry eyes.