Reincarnated into a Femdom Fantasy World (18+)-Chapter 13: I’ll be a minute

"Dry off, pet—I'll be a minute," she said, standing in the bath, water cascading down her fair curves, her pink nipples glistening as she stretched, her crimson hair clinging to her shoulders. Jake hesitated, his exhaustion warring with a strange impulse, his voice tentative as he asked, "Uh—should I... help you scrub too?" The question hung in the steamy air, awkward and earnest, his hands clutching the towel as he glanced at her.

Veyra froze, her golden eyes narrowing, the silence stretching taut between them, thick with unspoken tension. Then she snorted, her smirk returning as she shook her head.

"No, pet—don't get ideas. Do only what I tell you, nothing more." Her voice was firm, a warning laced with amusement, and she turned away, sinking back into the bath, her hands running through her hair as she began to wash herself, the water lapping at her curves.

Jake looked away, his cheeks hot, wiping his body with the towel, the soft fabric soaking up the droplets as he tried to ignore the faint splashes behind him, the erotic image of her lingering in his mind.

Soon, they were dressed—Veyra in her leather corset and boots, her crimson hair tied back, Jake in a simple tunic and pants—and they stepped into the queen's throne room, the air cooler, tinged with incense and power.

Lyra stood beside Tazka, her sheer robe swapped for a slutty witch's ensemble—black lace clinging to her lithe frame, the plunging neckline barely covering her pert breasts, slits up the sides revealing her thighs, her dark hair spilling wild, a silver pentacle glinting at her throat, her glowing eyes sharp with a lingering edge of lust. Tazka lounged on her bone throne, her silver gown shimmering, her dusky purple skin radiant as she fixed Jake with a smirk.

"Lyra tells me you've done well, little bird," Tazka said, her voice rich and commanding, her tail flicking lazily. "You've pleased Kalia and Mara—good work. But you'll need to keep it up, build that stamina of yours. We've got plans for you." She gestured to a figure beside her—a woman nearly seven feet tall, her athletic frame toned and powerful, her skin a warm tan, adorned with short, curved horns and a bushy, wagging tail like a dog's, her monster-girl features softened by a cheerful, sultry smile. Her outfit was shamelessly provocative—tight leather shorts hugging her firm ass, a cropped top straining against her ample chest, her tail swishing through a slit in the back, her demeanor playful yet commanding.

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"Hello~," she chirped, her voice cute but dripping with seduction, her tail wagging faster as she stepped closer, her horns glinting in the light. "I'm Rixa—your new trainer, cutie. We're gonna have so much fun!" Her grin widened, her eyes roaming him with a hungry, teasing glint.

Jake swallowed, his voice shaky as he managed, "H-hello," his exhaustion warring with a flicker of nervous anticipation, her towering presence and cheerful dominance overwhelming in its own way. Tazka's smirk deepened as she said, "Rest tonight, little bird—Rixa will start training you tomorrow morning. You'll need your strength."

Her tail curled, her gold chains glinting as she dismissed them with a wave.

Veyra and Lyra flanked him as they led him to a small chamber, its walls draped in dark silk, a massive bed dominating the space, its sheets soft and inviting. Lyra paused at the door, her lace-clad body shifting as she murmured, "Sorry, pet—for earlier. I get... wild when I'm worked up. Won't happen again."

Her glowing eyes softened, her apology genuine, though her slutty attire undermined its innocence. Jake nodded, his voice quiet. "It's okay—I get it."

He sank into the bed, the mattress enveloping him like a cloud, his body sinking into its softness as exhaustion pulled at him. The night outside was pitch-black, no moon visible, only a scattering of stars glinting through a narrow window, their faint light casting shadows across the room. He expected Veyra and Lyra to leave, to lock the door and go, but instead, they slipped onto the bed beside him, their movements silent and swift.

Veyra's leather creaked as she cuffed her arm to his wrist with a thin chain, her fair skin brushing his, while Lyra's lace rustled as she secured her ankle to his with another, her glowing eyes glinting in the dark.

"What—why are you doing this? Just lock the room!" Jake protested, his voice rising, his body tensing as their closeness pressed in, their voluptuous forms—Veyra's soft breasts in her corset, Lyra's pert ones barely contained by lace—hovering at the edge of his vision, impossible to ignore.

"For safety, pet," Veyra said, her voice low and firm, her crimson hair spilling onto the pillow as she settled beside him, her chained arm resting against his. "You're too valuable now—can't risk you wandering or someone sneaking in. This keeps you secure."

Lyra nodded, her lace-clad thigh brushing his as she added, "Just close your eyes, little one—you won't even notice us here. Sleep." Her tone was soothing, but her glowing eyes and the faint hum of her magic betrayed her presence, a constant reminder of her nearness.

"I—I won't be able to sleep with you right there," Jake muttered, his voice strained, his heart thudding as their scents—leather and spice from Veyra, floral and electric from Lyra—filled his nose, their curves a tantalizing distraction he couldn't escape.

They said nothing, their breathing steady, their bodies warm against the sheets, and Jake gulped, his throat tight, knowing sleep would be a battle with them so close, their voluptuous forms a silent, inescapable tease in the starlit dark.