Witcher Bath Novels & Stories

Wildflowers floated in the bath water. “What’s all this?” she asked. “You’ve had a hard day. I want you to relax. Do you like it?” She glanced around the rustic bathroom with an oval bath and a showerhead, the shower curtain pushed back. Tea light candles scattered around the bathroom. “How did you set this up while I was in the toilet?” A wolfish grin crossed his face. “Supernatural speed, remember.” He winked at the last sentence. “Now, let me get you out of this dress and into the bath.

Kat blushes again. - A rogue smells bad and has little opportunity to wash. - O my dear, I know that. But everything will change. - Luna signals the maids to prepare a bath, but when they all enter the bathroom, Kat runs to the shower fascinated. - Is this a shower? I've always wanted to take a shower. Can I wash myself here? River motions the smiling maids to leave, and approaches the daughter-in-law. - This one opens the hot water and this one the cold water. You regulate the water temperature as you like. This bottle has shower gel, this one has shampoo and this conditioner. While you regulate the water temperature, I'll get you some towels and a new toothbrush.

Walking into the bedroom, I can hear water running. “Let’s get you bathed.” I nod, not able to form a sentence as Jake places me in the bath, still clutched in his arms. The hot bubbly water laps at my skin as I move around so my back is against his chest. Our mates all join us in the bath and I get to take in my surroundings. The bathroom is black, grey, and chrome. The bath is huge. It is more like a pool. A shower enclosure is in the corner with five shower heads.

The bathroom is even better. There's essentially a tiny pool in the floor, its water a milky blue that only comes from the springs beneath the volcanoes. Before I realize what I am doing, I am lowering myself into the steaming pool, my clothes and bandages discarded on the floor. It feels smooth as silk and seeps into my pores. "Do you like it?" A voice asks. I just nod numbly, closing my eyes and letting my head rest against the glassy stone. "Well get yourself cleaned up before you fall asleep in there, I'd hate for you to drown in the bathroom," Jax says.

It was a relief that she was a woman, but I’d never needed to bathe with anyone else back home. “Well, since you insist on having hot baths, then you will need someone to help you carry the water,” she said, glancing at my skinny arms. “And I doubt you will be capable of doing it all on your own.” I looked away, choosing not to comment on that. Ember turned her back, and I slipped my robe off and stepped into the steaming bath. It was still not as hot as I usually would have liked it back home, but it was better than ice cold water, and soothed my tired muscles. I had more than a few bruises and scratches from the crash, and since my wolf was so exhausted, I hadn’t been able to heal yet.

He was a sinister man, capable of unspeakable acts of violence. Undeterred by these haunting recollections, Athena proceeded to take a shower. The water cascaded over her body, a cleansing torrent that symbolized renewal and purification. Each droplet seemed to wash away not only the physical grime but also the emotional weight she carried. As the steam enveloped the bathroom, she allowed herself to be enveloped in a moment of solace and tranquility.

We spent the rest of the day cuddled up, for dinner, we had more nuggies since it's my day off, but it wasn't until after dinner that things got bad again. "You can't do this," I said standing in just the stupid diaper in the bathroom, looking at the unwanted field tub. "You're dirty and in need of a wash," he answers me, trying and succeeding in taking the last garment off my body. "I'm clean! Witches self-clean!" I lie, we don't. "You're not a cat, you need a good scrub," he answers me making me whine some more. "Enough with the whining Calesti, you're getting bathed, you're so stinky king Lucifer could smell you from down there," he says placing me in the water, I hate baths and water, it

He kisses my temple, taking my bag from me and bringing it to my room. I lean against the counter, rubbing my temples. My gosh, how does Sydney do it? “It’s all done, hun. I’ll make us up some chicken cutlets, mashed potatoes and broccoli” He rubs my arms, ushering me to the bathroom. The bathtub is filled with warm water, bubbles, epsom salts and there are a couple candles lit. I strip out of my clothes, slipping into the bath, the light sound of music coming from the kitchen. I lose track of time while I’m in the bath, my fingers pruning, making it look like I’m an 80 year old grandmother.

“I’ll sit up against the door as you can take a hot bath to relax yourself. Wait, I’ll go back to your room to get your things so you can wash up.” He walks out of the bathroom as I get undress and I start running the water before he came back with my lavender foaming bath, my lilac body wash, and my shampoo so I could wash my hair. I hurry up and added my lavender into the bathtub as Marcus went to sit up against the door while I get into the tub. I sat there in the tub trying to think of a way to get him into the tub with me, and even if I have to seduce my mate, I will get him to mark me tonight or find another way to protect myself.

An hour-long bath, a cleansing of not only his body but also his soul, was an essential part of his post-mission routine. The bathroom, another testament to extravagance, was adorned with marble and gold fixtures. Francisco stepped into the large, elegant bathtub, and the water began to flow, warm and inviting. As he submerged himself, he allowed the water to envelop him, washing away the physical and metaphorical stains of his actions. The water cascaded over his body, mingling with the blood and grime that clung to his skin. Francisco submerged himself in the water, the world above vanishing as he descended into the depths of his thoughts. His eyes remained closed beneath the water's surfa