Witcher Bath Novels & Stories

"I feel like I've been trampled by a herd of elk." Our bathroom was among my favorite places in the palace—a sanctuary of marble and copper, with a sunken tub large enough for two wolves, let alone two people. Lukas filled it while I undressed, the steam rising from the water carrying the scent of healing herbs he'd added. I sank into the bath with a groan of pure pleasure, the hot water immediately soothing muscles stiff from combat. Lukas joined me moments later, his strong hands gently guiding me to lean back against his chest.

Her hand brushed mine again, a gentle, grounding touch. “Thanks,” I whispered, steeling myself as Marwynn beckoned me to follow her deeper into the cottage. My steps were heavy, my heart thundering with anticipation and fear. Whatever lay ahead, I knew I couldn’t turn back now. Marwynn led me into a small, traditional bathroom that felt like stepping into another world. The walls were made of rough-hewn wood, with faint etchings of runes carved into them. A wooden bathtub, intricately adorned with carvings of wolves and crescent moons, sat in the center of the room, radiating an old-world charm. The tub was filled with clean, sparkling water that shimmered faintly under the glow of a single

Too bad she didn’t have a man who could appreciate it. There was a note in the bathroom. Everything was voice and mood commanded. She wanted a bath, but decided on a shower. Apparently, the bathroom figured her need for a bath was greater, because the tub was full of warm water and a scented lavender mist that made her want to fall asleep then and there. “This is too cool.” The bath helped to ease some of the panic from the transport, but now she felt exhausted. She wondered why Gerri had been so great with the whole thing. She guessed it was because she was a shifter and stronger.

"Okay. But we’re dealing with this later." The bathroom is minimalistic yet warmth. The walls are a soft sage green, and the white subway tiles gleam. A bamboo shelf holds neatly rolled towels, scented candles, and a small collection of skincare products. Sienna steps under the rain shower, the hot water stinging as it falls over her back. She bites her lip to keep from crying out, her fingers gripping the edge of the glass door. The pain is sharp, but she lets it wash over her, hoping the water will carry some of the heaviness away.

was all I managed to say. "I want to take a bath," Luke told me. "I'll make you one," I replied before standing up from the bed. I entered the bathroom, glancing over at Luke before starting to fill up the tub. I adjusted the temperature and grabbed some bath salts and essential oils from the shelves as water fills up the tub. I went back to the room and helped Luke get out of bed. I guided him to the bathroom and sat him on the closed toilet. I poured the bath salts and essential oils into the tub after I turned off the tap before helping Luke get out of his clothes. I held his hand as he lowered himself onto the tub.

I groaned as the jets hit all my sore muscles from being in wolf form and all the running. I needed this more than I could describe. I don’t know how long I was in the tub, but eventually, as the water started to turn cold, I climbed out, drying myself off. I smiled as I found a toothbrush laid out by one of the sinks still in its packaging. I just hope that Chesed doesn’t have a lot of those for his many lovers. Emilia growled at the idea that a female had been in this bathroom.

‘Thanks, Maia,’ I smile back and retreat to the bathhouse. The door creaks as I push it open. The wooden tub takes up half the room in the hut. I repetitively push down on the lever to pump the tub full of water. Reaper perches on the edge of the bath as I strip my dress off and step in. I scrub the slobber from my arms and face and then scoop my hands with water to let it trickle over Reaper. His wings expand and shakes. Water flies from his feathers onto the ground. He uses his beak to reach and clean the rest of himself. As I step out, I hear a faint knock and open the door a tad. There’s a plump middle-aged woman holding a dress with a towel folded on top.

' His velvet chuckle flutters down our bond before his glittering darkness consumes us and we fall away from the world. We land in his living room and I light the hearths as I drag my aching body away from him. I want so badly to plop onto the couch but I'm covered in dirt mud and blood and I also haven't figured out how to make the wings vanish. 'How about a warm bath.' I nearly purr at the idea and he is gone before I can even beg him. I would grovel at his feet for any sort of relief from this aching pain. He's back at my side in no time and guiding me up the stairs into our room. The attached bathing room is large and I internally thank Silas for the large tub because I have two wings to

The lights that I make on the walls burn blue which gives the entire room a distinctly witchy feel that most of the werewolves would most likely not enjoy too much. Going into our bathroom, I make the floors and walls solid marble. I craft counters out of wood but give them a marble counter top as well. The sink basin and the wooden grown toilet each have a constant small flow of water running to them for cleaning or sweeping stuff down the toilet. When it comes to our bathtub, it is once again a hot spring style tub. There are large river rocks placed around the sides of it to sit on or just relax on if we want. The inside of the tub also has some seats as well as a longer smooth section to

The slow rise and fall under her cheek was proof enough. Later, when the power grid stabilized and the others drifted into a semblance of rest, she coaxed him toward the back room—an improvised bath built from salvage tanks and heated water. The air was thick with steam and disinfectant. “Don’t argue,” she said as he hesitated in the doorway. “If the wolf can heal you, it can handle a little soap.” He sank into the water with a low grunt. The scars glowed faintly where new skin met old. She knelt beside the tub, sleeves rolled, and began to wash the soot away. Neither spoke for a long time.