Luther's Pride - Part 18

A fur rug decorated the stone tiles of the bath chamber. Luther stripped his clothes as he approached the porcelain tub and pumped the hot water until steam threatened to suffocate him. He breathed deeply, letting the vapor clear his nostrils from the dust and scents of the grounds. Soapy scents of lavender and sandalwood took their place.

Naked, Luther stood over the drain in the tile and pumped an extra bucket of hot water. Dipping a sponge into it, he washed the dirt from his arms, legs, chest, and every other muscle he could reach. Then he poured the bucket over himself, rinsing. 

Naked, Luther sunk into the bath and rested his head against the rim behind him. He closed his eyes.

Warmth seeped into his muscles and gripped him, holding him in place. His mind spun, reeling from the memories of his two wedding ceremonies beneath the two moons last night. There was a certain romance to that image he enjoyed contemplating. The garden lights, silk wrappings, and women with him reminded him of enjoyable nights abroad while remaining unique and more important than the rest. 

Helena was taller than him and stronger, too. A solidly built muscular woman with the look of a giant’s daughter and the soft curves of voluptuous fruits. 

Jowangshin was smaller, more athletic, and compact. If Helena was a woman of highland hills and stone boulders, then Jo was a woman of sunny mountains and iron ore. Pleasant, but if she were half as tough as her body suggested her self-discipline to be, Luther did not want to ever be on the wrong end of an argument with her. 

Luther breathed deeply as the heat caressed him, loosening the muscles he’d worked with his running and training this morning. 

Before he opened his eyes, he heard the crack of the door, followed by a pair of soft footsteps and a pair of heavy footsteps. 

“I thought you were getting ready for breakfast.” Luther said, opening his eyes to see Helena and Jo approaching. His eyes widened further when he realized they were both nude. 

Helena’s ocean-blue eyes sparkled as she stared through the steam into the tub, where Luther lounged naked. 

His length stiffened at the sight of them, shrouded as they were by the vapor. It was thick enough to obscure them but only as much as lace might have obscured their nudity. Otherwise, they let their stances and natural features arouse and frustrate his desires. 

Helena stood with her hip toward Luther, her legs closed, concealing herself between thick thighs. His gaze followed her curves from her calf, along her bare thigh, over the crescent of her hip, past the round globe of her ass, to the pinch of her waist. Then his gaze followed the spread of her ribs and stopped at the heavy bell of her breast with its pink peak stiffened by the heat and veiled by her hair. 

Luther licked his lips. 

Jo approached the tub, moving so that her legs shifted in front of her, and her hips swayed to his eyes to the long lines of muscle beneath the surface of her smooth skin. She swept her hair behind her shoulders, baring her front to his lust as she walked. His eyes raked the V of her lower body, traveling the line between her abs and the cleft between her round breasts until he met her dark eyes and saw they were directed at him, where she most affected him. 

She dipped her finger into the water, testing its temperature, and stirred it, creating ripples with the motion. 

Luther swallowed and broke the spell of the moment by speaking. “Where are the maids? I thought you’d be dressed by now.” 

“We told the maids to return in an hour.” Helena said. 

“And we told Will to bring us breakfast and place it in the apartment.” Jo said. 

“Our guests will forgive us for indulging in some selfishness this morning.” Helena said. “We’re still learning about each other, after all.” 

“Though we do not plan to abuse their patience.” Jo said. “We should still dress and eat afterward and join them for a tour of the grounds.” 

“That sounds like a good plan.” Luther said, closing his eyes again. “But what should we do in the meantime?”

Helena and Jo shared a look, then smiled at their husband. Luther smiled in return. The question was rhetorical, after all. They were correct. Their guests would understand why they’d been reluctant to come down for breakfast. Missing breakfast was the sign of a good marriage match. Yet Jo was correct. They shouldn’t abuse their guests’ good natures. Missing lunch was a sign of poor self-control. 

“Well, you should scoot forward.” Helena said. 

Luther sat up, rising out of the steamy water despite its clinging to his round shoulders and hardened pecs. The surface tension broke as he rose, breaking into droplets that slid to their partners in the tub, outlining his body in rivers, streamlets, and droplets of steamy water. 

Helena approached the tub, testing its temperature as Jo had. She pressed four fingers into the water and slid her hand until she met Luther’s arm. Then she rolled her fingers over his bicep and shoulder, holding onto him as she stepped in. 

Helena slid into the tub behind him, straddling him. She pulled him against her so Luther rested his head against her breast. Turning his head, he kissed her soft flesh. Her hand wrapped around his stomach and slid low against him. 

Helena was firm beneath him, with a soft layer between them that made her almost as comfortable as the bed they’d slept on the night before. However, the pillow Luther rested his head against was his new favorite. She held her against him, and between the water and the embrace, Luther felt as though he were being pulled between excitement and slumber with equal ferocity. Laziness and lust dueled within him like wolves, and he had to decide which to feed. 

Jo made the decision for him as she stepped into the tub. She pushed Luther’s feet apart with hers, standing in the knee-deep water. She lowered herself carefully, curling onto her side against Luther and cuddling up to him so her right arm hooked around him and Helena. Her left hand found Helena’s right on Luther’s stomach and guided her to him. 

Luther hissed an inhale as Helena’s fingers wrapped around the base of his length. Jo squeezed them closed, and Luther groaned. Slowly, Helena stroked him beneath the water. She kissed his neck from behind, and Jo angled her face upward and kissed the other side of his neck. 

Luther gripped the edge of the tub, writhing with pleasure but pressed between two bodies with nowhere to go. The heat of their bodies and the water stoked him, flushing his face and chest with color. The soft press of their lips against his relaxed collarbones and neck tantalized him. His eyes closed in bliss, and a groan escaped his lips that released his agony. 

Luther withdrew his hand from the tub’s edge and found Jo’s breast, cupping her with soft attention and gradually increasing the pressure as he lifted upward toward him. 

Jo arched her back, groaning as he had. The hand she had wrapped around Helena’s drifted away, sliding against Luther’s thigh until she reached between her legs. Her fingers didn’t enter her lips, but she pressed against herself from above, adding to her bliss as Helena stroked Luther’s. 

The swish of water was the only noise between groans and Helena's erratic noises as she ground herself against Luther, who rested against her. Luther groped Jo’s backside with one arm around her, the other switching between her and Helena’s breasts, teasing them and pleasuring them as they pleasured him. 

“Harder.” Helena squeezed Luther’s cock in her hand as he squeezed her breast.

Luther tightened his grip, and Helena’s nipple hardened against his palm in response, scraping against him as he slid his hand upward to her neck. He turned his head somewhat awkwardly, and Helena stuck her head forward. They kissed, their lips locking and their tongues wrestling with one another. 

Luther broke the kiss with a sigh and turned to find Jo pushing her lips against his, her tongue sliding against his. 

“This is the life.” Helena sighed. 

Luther was inclined to agree, but with Jo’s lips on his, he couldn’t speak. He could hardly breathe as his heartbeat, his pulse quicker than when he was racing Criella to the door. He closed his eyes and groaned after Jo pulled away to bring her lips and teeth against the flesh of his throat. She sucked against his skin and shivered. 

Helena joined her, doing the same thing to the other side of Luther’s neck from behind. 

Luther sat up enough to get one hand behind him, sliding his fingers between Helena’s legs. She gasped against him as he pressed against her, not entering her but rubbing as he saw Jo do. Jo continued that gesture to herself, and Luther carried it onto Helena with pleasing results. 

Helena arched her back, lifting Luther and pressing him against Jo. Jo kissed Luther and shuddered as the press of her hand against herself pushed her over the crest of pleasure and into bliss. Helena followed her, squeezing Luther and sliding her hand along his length. He emptied himself into the tub with several quick blasts, and the three of them fell against each other. 

Their heartbeats slowed with their breathing, and their eyes closed. Jo curled against Luther with her head on his shoulder, secure in his embrace. Luther relaxed against Helena, her legs and arms embracing him. Helena relaxed with her head against the rim, breathing as the steam thinned and the tub cooled. 

Helena groaned, and not in pleasure. “Can we send our guests away and enjoy ourselves for today?” She asked. 

Luther sighed. “Alas, no.” He said. “I have to tend to business, and that includes adding some of those guests to our union before Branan’s challenge comes.” 

Helena sighed. “I know. But can we stay here a few more minutes?” 

“The water is getting cold. It won’t be comfortable in a few more minutes.” Luther stated the obvious. 

“Until then.” Jo said, murmuring her words into Luther’s chest. 

“Okay.” Luther agreed and closed his eyes. 

Minutes passed, but eventually, Luther’s skin prickled at the chill in the water, and the two warm bodies pressing him weren’t enough to keep him still. Jo sensed his shifting form beneath her and pushed to her feet. The water cascaded from her form, and Luther admired her backside. Her body was tight and muscular, solidly shaped, and her butt showed the results of her efforts well. 

“Come on.” She said. She stepped out of the tub and offered Luther her hand to rise. He took it and pulled himself to his feet. Standing in the tub, he offered Helena his hand, but she refused it, waving him away. 

“A few more minutes.” Helena said, stretching out. 

Luther admired the stretch, but the air striking his newly emerged wet body was too cold to endure. He took the towel Jo offered him and stepped carefully from the tub. Luther dried himself, scrubbing with the towel to soak away the water.

Jo pumped more hot water into a bucket and then put a few pumps into the tub, warming it for Helena, who sighed in appreciation. Jo washed herself, rinsing when she was done, and Luther watched from a wooden chair against the wall. 

When she stepped away from the drain, Luther offered her a towel and dried her with it. Jo dried her hair, and the two of them looked expectantly at Helena. She must have felt their eyes on her because she opened hers a second later and frowned. 

“If we must.” She said, pushing herself to her feet. She unplugged the tub and washed herself by the drain as Jo and Luther entered the bed chamber. 

Luther smiled to see the food laid out on trays on the bed. A note told them to ring when they were done. A dress hung against the closet, one of Helena’s, he assumed by the size. Folded robes rested on a chair by the bed, and Luther smiled to see Jo pleasantly surprised by them. 

“The maids must have run to the temple for me.” She said. “And fast too.” 

“Or perhaps the priest from last night suspected you might need them.” Luther shrugged. 

Either way, they were from her supplies at the temple and bore the vestments she required for a day of hosting guests at her new countryside estate. 

Luther dressed in subdued finery compared to the night before. Still, he wore his jewelry and some embroidery since he was courting. His red vest and jacket were embroidered with an ivy pattern on the buttons, sleeves, and cuffs. His trousers bore the same pattern on their outseam, and he added a white frilled neckcloth to complete the ensemble.  

“Not wearing your sword belt to breakfast?” Jo asked, teasing. 

Helena laughed from the other room and stepped in with the towel draped over her shoulders. “Ugh.” She said as she saw the dress hanging against the closet. “My mother must have picked this out.” 

“You will look as beautiful in it as you do in anything else.” Luther assured her. “Though not half so desirable as you look in nothing at all.” 

Helena glanced slyly at Luther but refused to smile. Jo smiled for her. 

“Charmer.” Jo said though the accusation was missing its venom. 

“Maybe.” Luther said. “But never a liar.” He winked at Helena and nodded toward the door. “I’ll be in the study. When you’re ready, the three of us can greet our guests.” 

“As you wish, Luther.” Helena said. “Can you send the maids in when you leave? Someone’s going to have to help me with this corset.” 

“As you wish, Helena.” Luther said, returning her phrase. 

Helena hesitated, watching Luther by the door. 

“What is it?” He asked. 

“You can call me Hel.” She said. “It’s… more personal than my full name.” 

“Of course, Hel.” Luther said, nodding. 

“Can we call you Lu?” Jo asked. 

“I’d really rather you didn’t.” Luther said, laughing as he shook his head. 

“Lu-lu?” Helena suggested, looking at Jo and ignoring Luther’s mortified expression. 

“Oh, we are definitely calling him Lu-lu.” Jo agreed, disappearing into the robe she had to put on. 

Luther shook his head and pushed into the apartment, sending the maids in to help Helena when he spotted them waiting by the exit.