The soft murmur of water being poured into the stone tub echoed through the room , blending with the gentle crackling of the fire in the hearth. The scent of herbs—lavender, sage, and something unfamiliar but calming—wafted through the air. Elias sat in the middle of the tub, the warm water lapping at his body, the steam rising in delicate wisps around him.
Across the room, Lilian worked diligently, her back turned to him as she prepared the final touches for his therapy bath. Her long hair was pulled into a neat braid, and her uniform—a modest but fitted dress—clung to her shapely figure. Despite the formality of her attire, it did little to hide her ample curves.
Her movements were deliberate, though a bit stiff, as if she were trying to distract herself from the fact that Elias was already in the bath, completely naked.
Elias watched her silently for a few moments, his gaze trailing from her slender neck down to the curve of her hips. She'd always been attentive, always thorough, and today was no different. Yet, as she finished her tasks and approached the tub, a thought crossed his mind—a thought that had been lingering there for some time now.
"Lilian," he began, his voice soft but commanding enough to make her pause. She looked up at him, her hands resting on the towel she had draped over her arm.
"Yes, Sir Elias Elias?" she replied, her voice as soft and warm as the bathwater.
He leaned back against the edge of the tub, his lips quirking into a small, teasing smile. "I thought I told you before—it's unfair for me to be the only one naked in the bath ."
Lilian blinked, a slight blush creeping up her neck as his words sank in. She lowered her gaze, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric of the towel. "I... I didn't think you were serious, sir."
Elias tilted his head, his smile growing as he noted her reaction. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Lilian's cheeks flushed a deeper red, and for a moment, she was quiet. Her mind raced as she considered his words, her breath catching in her throat. She'd never felt coerced by him—Elias had always been kind, perhaps more kind than most nobles of his status—but this was different. Intimate.
Still, there was a strange sense of anticipation building inside her, a feeling she hadn't been able to shake since the first time he'd made the comment.
"You don't need to apologize, Lilian. If anything, I should be the one apologizing for making you uncomfortable."
Lilian's eyes widened as she shook her head quickly, her hands fluttering in protest. "N-No, Sir Elias! It's my job to take care of you. You're a young man, and it's only natural for you to have such a reaction."
Her words were dutiful, but there was something else in her tone—a nervousness, yes, but also a hint of curiosity. Her gaze flickered back to the water where he sat, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say more but couldn't quite bring herself to voice it.
Elias, of course, noticed everything. He noticed the way her breathing had quickened, the way her eyes kept darting to the water as though she were trying to see what lay beneath but couldn't. He noticed the slight disappointment that flashed across her face when she realized the bathwater was too opaque.
With a soft chuckle, Elias slowly stood up from the bath, the water cascading down his body in smooth rivulets. His erect cock stood proudly in the air, casting a shadow over Lilian's petite frame as she sat in the water before him.
Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she was frozen, her gaze locked on him. The way she stared, almost hypnotized, made Elias's smile deepen. He could see the desire in her eyes, the way her lips parted slightly as though she wanted to reach out, but wasn't sure if she should.
"Are you going to take care of this too, Lilian?" Elias asked softly, his voice low and teasing.
Lilian blinked, snapping out of her daze, and quickly averted her eyes, her blush deepening as she gulped nervously. She could feel the heat pooling in her belly, her heart racing in her chest. Her lips trembled as she tried to find the right words.
"I... It's my job, Sir Elias," she finally whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "If that's what you require of me, then... then I will gladly do it."
Elias watched her, the tension between them thickening as the air seemed to grow heavier. The fire crackled softly in the background, but all he could hear was the sound of her shallow breathing, the soft splashes of water as she slowly rose to meet him.
This bath had turned into something else entirely—a moment neither of them had expected, but neither was willing to stop.