Witcher Bath Novels & Stories

“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

I make my way toward the door that he nods me toward, entering his grand, opulent bathing chambers. The bath, which has three steps leading up to it, could fit three people comfortably. I quickly turn on the water, ensuring it’s the ideal temperature. I look through the supplies lined along shelves, adding some soaps and scents. I even light a few candles to add to the calming ambiance – something that’s surely helpful for someone known to lose control of their temperamental wolf. Once the bath is ready, I turn to leave, but I’m blocked by Alexander as he enters the bathroom, his crown no longer atop his head. He saunters in, casually stripping off his top then his pants. Apparently, he’s no

Could it be the vampire blood that is inside my bloodstream? I took off my clothes and headed to the shower to have my bath. The warm water cascaded down my body, washing away the grime and dust from my travels. I closed my eyes, letting the water soothe my muscles and relax my mind. The shower was fitted with several showerheads that spewed water from different angles, giving me a feeling of being in a rainforest. It was as if the water was massaging my body, easing away all the tension and stress.

The den’s little apartment only had a tiny shower that she had to step out of turning around in. Because the bathroom Melody used to bathe David in was drying out from David’s turning it into a water park, Melody had to use the master bathroom to bathe. With the huge bath filled, Melody laid a towel on the towel warmer, her robe hung behind the door, and a bath tray across the tub. She turned on the jets and slid into the water. She soon forgot her dinner when her body responded to the jets. This was heaven as the warm bubbles relaxed her body. She pushed the tray away from her and lay back, letting her mind concentrate on the flow of the warm water over her body.

Just what I need to start a new day. Fully soaked in the bathtub with just my head out, I practice the deep breathing exercises the physician suggested when I was relapsing after Hendrix's birth. The water is cool, the perfect temperature for the mantra. I calmly sit, taking slow deep breaths. When I’m done with my ritual and the cool bath, I get off the tub, dry myself and go into the room with the towel neatly strapped around my body. Applying the lotion didn't take much of my time, nor was getting into the beautiful satin master craft.

Fenrir has really fucked me up to the extent I thought men were emotionally unintelligent and responded to emotionally tasking situations by ripping people's heads off. “I prefer the word eccentric, please. I think I have lived long enough to be considered just a weird man.” “And let me show you where the essence is, locked, safe and growing.” He suddenly gave in, waving his hands in the air. I looked at him, then around him for any expo on what he was doing. A flat bath, just like the one I was laid in, floated elegantly in the air. It was the first time for me to experience a witch in their bubble. The flat bath came down in front of me, the water in it making light transverse wave pattern

The tub was surrounded by candles and a small, built-in waterfall, creating a peaceful ambiance. Throughout the bathroom, subtle LED lighting added a warm, inviting glow. The air was filled with the sweet scent of Ethan’s body wash. Every detail in the bathroom was carefully designed to create a luxurious experience, reflecting Ethan's impeccable taste and wealth. As I stepped into the walk-in shower, the warm water enveloped me, washing away the remnants of the previous night's passion. I reached for Ethan's body wash, the citrusy scent invigorating my senses as I lathered it onto my skin. The soap slid smoothly over my body, cleansing me of the sweat and desire that had built up between Et

And there would be nothing Thorne could do about it. “Thank you,” she murmured as Dorothea finished and stepped back. “Shall I bathe you, Luna?” Dorothea asked cautiously. “No, thank you, Dorothea. I can handle it,” Ember said, walking toward the bathroom. Dorothea bowed and stepped out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind her. Ember walked into the bathroom and sank into the warm, scented water. She sighed as the perfumed body wash soaked into her skin and nostrils. Dorothea was right after all, it really was refreshing.

I watched his muscles in his sculpted back ripple as he walked, admiring the beautiful view. The sound of the bath running and cabinets opened echoed in the bathroom. The smell of lavender and chamomile wafted into the bedroom. I walked into the bathroom and leaned on the frame of the door. It was strange seeing the famous Lycan King, who was supposed to be a monster, do something as simple as running a bath to help soothe hives. Instead of bringing chaos, he brought me calmness. As I climbed into the warm bubbly water, a long sigh left my lips. The bath felt like heaven. Xavier walked back into the bathroom with his laptop and binder. I looked over at him with a confused expression.