Witcher Bath Novels & Stories

She walked through the threshold and towards a set of double doors across the room. I followed her as she walked into a beautiful bathroom. There was a tub that sat in the center of the room and the counter covered an entire wall. It was gorgeous. She began to fill the tub and rolled a tray from across the room towards the side of the bath. There were different bottles of shampoo and body washes along with loofahs and many other things. Once the bath was filled, she dropped in a few bath bombs. They sizzled until a variety of herbs surfaced. The smell was amazing. I could feel what was left of their lives buzzing in the air despite the bracelets, and I silently thanked them for their sacrifi

Warning: Mature Content Ahead Without another word, River reached for his hand and tugged him towards the bathroom. Gonzalo loved it when she dominated. There was something about string women that got to his bones. He wanted to be babied and River was one hell of a mother. The room was spacious, the clawfoot bathtub was a magnificent centerpiece. With a flick of her wrist, he watched River conjured warm water that filled the tub, swirling with fragrant steam. “Show off.” He chuckled as he pulled her closer and undid the rough zip-up she had done during their messy escape from the living room just now.

“Everything you could need is in the bathroom. How about you get a shower and get changed and then come down and eat with me? You must be starving. After we are done, you can go see Alpha Anders.” I said my goodbyes to Talia and made my way to the bathroom. While at the Crimson River Pack, I was forced to use a small bathroom that had a small shower that rarely had warm water. This bathroom, however, was huge. A large soaker tub sat in the corner and a huge walk-in shower was across from it. It literally had two shower heads in the ceiling. While the tub was appealing, the grumble from my stomach told me that I was better off taking a shower.

"I can pull that down if you like, but there's nothing out there but the desert. Don't think anyone will see." Even if some late-night hiker did look up at this window, what would they glimpse? Me and my older neighbor, my smaller body perched on the edge of the bath as he looms over, twisting the faucets. As he tests the temperature of the water and hands me bottles of bubble bath to sniff. "Pick your favorite." I twist the cap off a bottle that says tea tree and mint. Yeah, that's perfect. Cooling and tingly and fresh. Will Greg stay in here while I wash? I wait, breath hitched up and toes scrunched against the tiles, but once the bath is full, he twists the faucets off and straightens up.

I won't fall for it again, he had worse mood swings than a female in heat. He stayed silent as I undressed and stepped into the shower stall. I sighed with relief as the cold water cascaded down my body from my head to my toe washing off the remnants of the past few days of captivity off my skin. The memories would not be so easy to wash away, but this was a start. I really need that bath, I need to immerse myself in water that was as hot as my skin could stand without peeling off. It was the only way to make me feel like I had cleansed myself. “The pack doctor is here.” Gavrael announced after a few minutes.

Carrying Felix, he entered the boy's room. Since all the rooms in Primus Mansion were suites, Felix's room had a bathtub for bathing. Melinda followed them into the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water. She added children's bubble bath salts and placed some cute toys in the water.

Okay, the underground playroom was cool as well, plus the kitchen, from the peek she’d had at it, but the giant bath was definitely up there in her top ten. Bigger than her bedroom at home, the bath had a glittering crystal fringe chandelier, pale green silk wallpaper, and an array of plumbing more elaborate than two American men should know how to use. Rebecca was so in love with the shower’s zillion body sprays that she hadn’t yet tried the freestanding, reheating soaker tub. If she’d had this bathroom in her house, she might never get muscle knots. She half-hummed, half-sang a Pink song as she soaped herself. She pushed aside the knowledge that this might be her last time here. She’d reme

"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.

The guards and onlookers watch me, curiosity flashing in their gazes. The pain in my foot pulses as I force myself to stand and walk over to the flaps, prying them open. I duck in time to avoid a plate hitting me square in the head. He swivels abruptly, clutching the bedroll in his hands and he throws that at me too. “Get the fuck out of my tent, witch.” “No,” I say, limping over to the heated cauldron and I don’t bother taking off my clothes before slipping into the water. “You want to throw a childish tantrum? Do it somewhere else. I’m taking my bath and need privacy.”

My pussy felt so flooded, and it felt so good. Seeing that I couldn’t stand, Reiner slowly lifted me up into his arms and then he carried me towards the bathtub. Gently he laid me in the bathtub and turned on the water. Warm water fell down on me from the shower head above and it felt just like rain. The sound of the water comforted me and soon, Reiner joined me in the tub. “What are you doing?” I asked weakly. “Washing you…” he replied flatly.