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During her first visit to Doma, Wuk Lamat had managed to befriend Yugiri, and ever since, the two have exchanged nearly a full dozen moons of missives; with each becoming more and more colorful. It wouldn't be amiss, then, to think that the Vow of Resolve would use the first appropriate time to further strengthen her relations with the kingdom of Doma and, of course, to finally meet up again with her pen pal gal. Once shown to her room, Yugiri had smartly invited Wuk Lamat to a bath, using the excuse of the arduous journey to spur her on — an excuse Wuk Lamat didn't need, given the fatigue that the journey begot, yet one she took immediately, following her fair Lady to the bath.
Of course, it was different than the kinds of baths and showers she was used to, mainly in the size, with the steaming hot water being a large wooden and hollow square, and small pots of water being further supplied with some ladles.
“First rule is, no clothes.” Yugiri explained, as she started to undress. She seemed to have no qualms about it, given how routinely it is to bathe even with strangers. Thankfully for Wuk Lamat, it was a private bath, giving her time to adjust to the awkwardness, as she tried to not stare too hard to the petite woman in front of her.
It was difficult, though. Yugiri's skin looked so soft, and her whole form was perfect to hold in her hands. She looked almost like some kind of deity, her beauty above the mortal realm. Not lacking resolve, though, she managed to not stare too long, and avoid any other adverse effects. Slowly, she peeled off her clothes as well, thankfully not many layers to take care of. She wasn't embarrassed of her body, but getting stark naked in front of your crush, especially given how flavorful the letters had gotten, is sure to get your heart racing. Doing her best not to think about it, her final lines of defense are off. She was expecting some kind of comment, or even just a smirk, any kind of remark — but Yugiri almost seemed like she didn't notice.
“The second one is to rinse yourself.” She instructed, after dropping off the clothes in wicker baskets, she guided the other to the stool and the small pots. “Make sure the ladle never touches skin, or the floor, or goes into a different pot!”
“Okay! Can I ask why?” The curiosity spurred the big cat on, as she did as instructed: grasped a ladle, poured water over herself.
“It's to avoid contamination, of course. You need to be cleansed before going into the bath to soak.” Another explanation, as she did just the same. “I already showered, so there's no need for me to, but... Here.” A bar of soap in her hands, she started to let it slip between her hands to foam them up. “I'll get your back!”
“Oh— Thank you!” She slumped slightly forward, as she felt the dainty hands of the shinobi press against the fur on her back. At the same time, she was given the bar, hinting to the fact she had to do the rest on her own, which she happily did, even as she grew more and more bothered by the physical contact, something that could be easily seen despite her best attempts. Thankfully, she could just cover herself in soap, hoping it would remedy the problem.
Except, it did not.
The soap's scent was so gentle, she immediately linked it to Yugiri. Clearly, it must be the same kind she uses, which only makes her heart beat faster. Trying to ignore the issue, she reached forward for another pot with another ladle, but she was stopped by Yugiri's hand, her body now fully pressed on the other's back.
“Allow me, esteemed guest.” She whispered, making Wuk Lamat's ear twitch. Yugiri reached for the ladle instead, and the water poured over both of them, her breasts still being felt by the other's shoulderblades. Is that also part of the culture? Of course not, how silly.
“Thank... Thank you!” Once more, with a bit of embarrassment, and the other's hands guide her to get up. In doing so, though, her excitement had been made much more apparent.
“The third rule is to not move in the bath, by the by. Find a comfortable position, and stick to it.” Another instruction as she accompanies the other into the bath, going in first, and followed by Wuk Lamat. There was a comfortable sigh escaping both of their lips, the water almost boiling hot, perfect to let all the worries flow out. Yugiri sat, and for a moment Wuk Lamat was offered a heavenly vision given the height the other's head stood at. Resolved to keep her cool, she just sat down instead. The water wouldn't allow to see below it, and truthfully, not even directly above it, the steaming particles too dense.
“Are we allowed to talk?” Wuk Lamat chuckled. There were so many rules, perhaps that was one of them as well.
“Oh, that depends. Usually, not really, or only at very low voices. Depends on how many people there are.” She was standing perfectly still, even as Wuk Lamat was slightly shuffling about, the heat already seeping into her core. “Oh, and we shouldn't stay more than twenty minutes at a time. It's easy to lose senses in here.”
“Hah, yeah. This heat isn't a joke at all!”
Then, there was a small bout of silence. The two had stuck fixating each other for a bit, without saying much, but with a constant smile — Yugiri as gentle as ever, and Wuk Lamat as radiant as always.
“Lamaty'i...” The shinobi finally broke the silence, catching the other off guard entirely. She had only called her so in writing, and it was the first time she had been delighted to her pretty words call her such.
“Yes?” Still embarrassed, still trying to be strong.
“Allow me to break the third rule. As long as you don't tell anyone.” She winked, and started shifting her position towards the Hrothgar.
“What do you—” She hadn't time to ask, as Yugiri straddled her thighs. Both her hands were under the water, grasping her erection, that had only then started to calm down, but obviously it was quickly revived. “Ah—”
“Let me make you happy, Lamaty'i.” She whispered, her thighs enveloping the length's base, her hands gently working on it. She wasn't exactly experienced — and neither was Wuk Lamat — but she knew what to do and how to do it, which seemed to be enough for the other to respond with a low gasp.
Yugiri had a clear mission — to serve, to make her content. She kept moving her hands, feeling its shape getting longer and longer with each pump of her palms, almost like it was getting pulled out of the other's body — and suddenly, something pushed at her thighs, making her eyes widen. Her digits confirmed it, there was no mistaking it: the sheathe gave way to a bulge, not unlike those of some ferocious animals. The other's sharp teeth now made more sense. Yet it was no reason to stop, her technique unchanged for a bit, until she started rubbing her thighs as well. Despite the other's closest kin, she was going to be the prey.
Wuk Lamat was plainly stunned — she felt like she was in some kind of dream, her sensations overwhelmed. The heat, the pleasure, the sight of the other's sweet face as it happened. She was almost getting close to passing out, but the sheer will of wanting to keep on feeling this allowed her to brave the brunt of it. After she had gotten past the initial astonishment, she moved her hands to at least retaliate the favor, but a lightning quick slap of both her hands stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Do not move. That's the rule!” Yugiri winked again, as she cupped the other's hands after striking them to bring them back towards the edge of the bath, whilst she leaned forward. Her thighs and now hips kept the stimulation of the other's knotted appendage, and, in turn her face was closer to Lamaty'i's. So close, in fact, her breath felt hotter than the water embracing her, and they quick lost themselves into each other's eyes.
It was instinctual, then, for Wuk Lamat to bring her lips forward, closing contact with Yugiri's. As soon as she even dared to try and push her tongue against the other's lips, the shinobi attacked with her own muscle, pushing past Lamaty'i's lips to lock that rough feline tongue in place, toying with it, making her gasp from the sudden insertion. As weakened as she was from that relentless assault, it would be no small wonder that she'd be reduced to whimpering and shaking in place, as her knot inflates against the other's thighs, and the water gets just a tiny bit cloudier, quickly getting lost among all the steam — even accounting for the length of that climax, the throbbing feeling against Yugiri's crotch enough to make the auri woman realize just how thrillingly dangerous proper intercourse would be. Her tail excitedly slapped the water behind her as she clung harder to the woman between her arms and under her legs. She had never felt so excited and alive, but she knew better than to keep arousing the other in such a harsh environment.
She shifted forward, her horn resting against the other's throat.
“That's enough soaking. Let's get out, before you pass out!” She lightly chuckles and clings just slightly harder, as if indicating to the other that she wanted to be carried up — either a request or a challenge, one that Wuk Lamat is far more than capable of fulfilling... After a few seconds of rest, that is. “Let's go to your room.” She whispered, and Wuk Lamat's nose was getting filled by the scent of that soap. She's going to forever connect it to this moment. “We can bathe again afterwards!”