Quinlan rested against the tiled wall of the inn's enormous bath with Vex astride one thigh and Blossom perched on the other.
Steam drifted over a room full of gleaming skin and thoroughly satisfied women. Lucille lounged against the edge with her long caramel hair floating behind her, naked body flushed from her throat to her breasts. Ayame had sunk until the water covered everything below her nose, leaving only bright blue eyes and damp black hair above the surface.
Kitsara looked particularly marvelous. The foxkin lay sprawled across a pile of towels beside the bath with all five tails hanging limp around her, her white hair stuck to her cheeks and her legs still parted, shivering occasionally from the aftermath of what had been done to her.
Quinlan's seed gleamed between her thighs, and the dazed smile on her face had survived several minutes without weakening.
He had done a number on all of them.
