"You pushed yourself hard today," she whispered, her hands massaging the tight knots in my neck.
"I had to," I said, closing my eyes and leaning back against the smooth marble of the tub. The steaming, herb-scented water instantly went to work on my bruised, aching muscles. "The tournament is going to be a bloodbath. And I intend to be the one holding the knife."
Lily didn't reply with words. She dropped the rough sea sponge onto the tiles.
"My hands are better for this anyway, Master," she whispered.
I heard the slick sound of soap lathering. A moment later, two heavy, incredibly soft weights pressed flush against my shoulder blades. Lily had lathered her massive bare breasts with the slick, expensive soap. She slid her body down my back, using her slicked cleavage to massage the tight knots along my spine.
The sensation was incredible. The hot water, the slippery soap, and the firm pressure of her body melting away the tension of my fight with the Tomb Guardian.
