Kagome Bath Novels & Stories

However, I know doing that isn't right. Anikaya helps me unlace the sweaty leathers I am wearing while Haenith unpins my braids with her delicate fingers. Keshani moves to my far left where a tall door opens into what I assume is the bathing chamber because I can see the rising steam over there, and Keshani confirms my assumptions when she pulls aside the curtains to reveal a large steaming bathtub. A couple of thick scents I immediately recognize to be sandalwood and roses envelope the entire room.

"I have to take my time with my bath." She rushed over to her enormous en-suite bathroom, which was bigger than most people's bedrooms. The bathtub was a luxurious freestanding soaking tub made of smooth white marble. Jems turned on the taps, watching the water pour out in a steady stream, and added some lavender bath salts that immediately began to dissolve, releasing a calming scent into the steamy air.

Her movements were clinical yet graceful, and despite my modesty, I found myself unable to resist the calming aura she projected. "In there," she said, pointing to a side door. I stepped into the bathroom, and my jaw dropped. A large, ornate tub carved from a single piece of moonstone floated several inches off the floor. Inside, the water wasn't clear; it looked like warm, frothy milk, topped with a layer of crushed rose petals and shimmering silver oils. "In," Clovis commanded. I stepped into the floating bath, the warmth of the milk-water instantly soothing my aching muscles. It felt like being wrapped in a silk blanket. I leaned back, closing my eyes, trying to drown out the image of Cyr

Except that I have hope that being Princess Rowena's slave won't be as horrific as being my father's. "Your bath water is ready, follow me" Beth orders. All the three servants lead the way to the next room and I follow behind. A massive bathtub with the smoothest, shiny surface sets close to one corner of the room. It is filled with warm water that is turning a greenish colour from the herbs immersed in it. Their scents are inviting, almost irresistibly alluring. Yet I am inwardly opposed to the idea of taking the bath. No that I would express it verbally.

“You’re being weirdly calm.” “That’s because I already handled everything.” “What does that mean?” Greg nodded toward the bathroom. “Means your bath is waiting.” I blink at him. “You ran me a bath?” “Go look.” The second I step into the bathroom, my jaw drops slightly. The bathtub is filled with bubbles and scattered rose petals floating across the water. Lavender bath salts scented the air beautifully while several candles flicker softly around the room, creating a warm golden glow. “Oh, my God.”

Huh, but I built myself different - different enough to fight the prejudices of the palace. Shimmer fills my eyes, as the marble of the bath shines in my eyes, the expensive emerald marble glistening from the steam of the bath. Stripping myself of the gown I step into the 22bath. My skin flushes with the steam, the heat releasing the knots in the muscles. The chamomile and rosemary herbs in the water calm my mind - Sherlin adds them to make my skin radiant, but I like them because they feel good to my nerves. I close my eyes, resting my head on the edge of the bath. A hand draws circles on my back, slow and gentle, kneading my muscles, scrubbing the dirt to turn me into the proper and prim p

Using the remote I run a bath ready for us as she sleeps against me. I press a few more buttons for some bubble bath, salts and aromatherapy oils come out. I have this after mum demanded if her and Katie come to visit, she wanted to be able to have a nice bath. The lived just outside of the city in Rochester. Once the bath was ready, I walked us over sinking down into the water to clean us both. I could smell myself on her skin which I reluctantly removed. I bathed us both relaxing in the water before coming out.

I focus back on the room we're entering. The floor of this room is made of pink material, the same as the rest of the place by the feel of it, but with a dusty rose color and white swirls in it. The room is as big as my mom's living room, with a giant bath carved into the middle of it. It's deep looking, maybe six feet? Steaming water flows through square spouts that line the back edge of the tub. Bubbles float on the surface of the water, occasionally making it into the air, and the room smells like lavender and mint. I'm practically drooling at the thought of a steaming hot bath, especially one as enticing as this.

Her protest died on her lips as the heavy door closed behind him. Moments later, three maids entered silently, carrying trays of oils and soft towels. They guided her gently to the bath chamber—a vast marble room, filled with warm mist and the scent of lavender and moon blossom. As she stepped into the steaming water, the heat began to ease her aching muscles. The bath was infused with roses and chamomile scents. The warm water enveloped her, bringing comfort to her body. One set of hands gently massaged her muscles, while another worked on her scalp, prompting her to let out a soft moan of relaxation. For the first time in days, she finally felt her body unwind.

'I must be really tired…' Joan thought while she entered a room following Susan. The room was strange. Not something that she had ever seen, that's for sure. If she would have to describe it in one word, it would be clean. Shine smooth white walls and a smooth white floor and ceiling. Marble. That was the name of that type of stone. Joan could see a metallic tap and faucet on the wall with a stone counter with a bowl indented on it under the tap and faucet. At the counter's side, hanging on the wall, there was a soft blue towel. There was a strange white bowl on the ground too that had some kind of lid over it. "This is the bathroom, Joan. You can take baths, do your necessities, and wash yo