Xavier sank deeper into the tub, letting the hot, minted water wash away the grit of training and the ache of his spar. Celene's hands moved with deliberate care, a mix of devotion and hunger, her cloth dragging slow circles over his shoulders, sliding down his chest, teasing dangerously close to his stomach.

A groan slipped from his throat before he could stop it. The heat of the water mingled with the heat of her touch, and his cock stirred, throbbing with restrained need. Celene glanced up through her lashes at the sound, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

But before Xavier could speak, the door to the bathroom creaked open.

His head snapped around, surprise flashing across his face.

And then he froze.

Seraphina stepped inside.

She didn't wear her usual elegant gowns. Instead, a thin veil of lingerie clung to her body, black silk and silver lace tracing her curves, leaving little to the imagination. The soft glow of lantern-light kissed her pale skin, making her seem at once divine and sinful.

"Seraphina…?" Xavier's voice carried his disbelief.

Her smile was slow, sensual, deliberate. She crossed the room with measured grace, hips swaying, eyes locked on him. "This," she murmured, "is a surprise I prepared for you."

He swallowed hard, watching the way her body shifted beneath the delicate fabric.

Seraphina stopped beside the tub, kneeling gracefully on the tiled floor. "I've decided something, Xavier," she said, her voice calm but threaded with fire. "Celene is no longer a maid. That isn't fitting for someone who belongs to you."

Her eyes flicked to Celene, then back to him. "She's a member of your harem now. A woman who shares you, as I do."

Xavier's chest tightened at her words, at the acceptance they carried.

But then a thought struck him, and his gaze cut toward Celene, who blushed furiously and lowered her head. "…So that's why you didn't lock the door."

Celene nodded meekly, her voice small. "Yes…"

Xavier laughed softly, shaking his head. "You naughty girl."

But his amusement was cut short when Seraphina's hand dipped beneath the water and wrapped firmly around his cock.

"Ahh—" Xavier groaned, his head falling back against the tub's edge. His mind flooded with heat, his body trembling at the sudden stroke.

Seraphina's lips brushed his ear as she whispered, "Don't act so surprised, my love. You're ours, and we take care of what's ours."

Celene leaned in from the other side, her cheeks still burning, but her eyes shimmering with hunger. She pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, her voice timid but earnest. "I wanted this too… I've wanted it for so long…"

Their hands worked in unison — one bold and practiced, the other shy but eager. Every touch sent sparks racing through Xavier's nerves, every movement driving him closer to the edge. The warm water sloshed gently, a counterpoint to his ragged breathing.

"You're hard already," Seraphina teased, her tone playful but commanding. "Was Celene teasing you this much before I came in?"

Xavier forced out a laugh between groans. "You tell me… you're the one making it worse now."

Celene bit her lip, her eyes darting between the two of them. "He feels… so strong…" she whispered, her hand trembling as she stroked him beneath the surface.

Seraphina smirked, brushing a kiss across Xavier's temple. "Don't let it scare you, Celene. Enjoy it. He was made for this."

"Seraphina…" Xavier growled softly, the sound torn between warning and plea.

"Yes, my love?" she purred, tightening her grip for emphasis.

"Keep this up, and I won't last."

Her laughter was soft, melodic, wicked. "That's the idea."

For long, breathless moments, they teased him — their touches alternating, overlapping, his groans echoing low and raw in the steamy room. His body trembled under their attention, his cock twitching desperately in their hands, begging for release.

At last, Seraphina gave a little nod to Celene, and together they brought him over the edge, their movements synchronizing in a rhythm that was both playful and merciless.

Xavier's body tensed, his hands gripping the edge of the tub so hard his knuckles whitened as he groaned deep, his voice breaking with pleasure.

The tension drained slowly, leaving him shuddering, chest heaving, the water rippling around him.

Seraphina leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against his lips. "Good boy," she whispered against his mouth, her tone equal parts teasing and affectionate.

Celene smiled shyly, dipping the cloth back into the water. "We should finish bathing you now…"

Seraphina nodded, her hand smoothing gently over his chest. "Yes. You've earned a proper rinse."

Together, they shifted back into caretakers, their teasing giving way to gentle touches as they cleaned him with reverence. The soap was washed away, the hot water soothed his skin, and the intimacy remained — heavier now, deeper, like a secret binding them together.

When at last they finished, Seraphina rose gracefully, her lingerie clinging damp against her thighs. She offered him a hand, her smile soft but certain. "Come, love. The bath is done."

Celene, still blushing, gathered the towels, her eyes lingering on him with quiet awe.

Xavier let them pull him from the tub, a rare softness in his expression. "You two will be the end of me," he muttered, though his smile betrayed how little he meant it.

And the women, one bold and one shy, exchanged a look over his shoulder — a look that spoke of rivalry, but also of unity.

Steam still clung to Xavier's skin as he stepped out of the tub. Water trailed down the ridges of his muscles, dripping onto the floor. Seraphina reached for the towel, but Xavier caught her wrist mid-motion.

"Not this time," he said, his voice low, his smirk dangerous.

Before either woman could react, he bent and scooped them both up — one arm under Seraphina's thighs, the other beneath Celene's waist.

"X-Xavier?!" Celene squeaked, clutching at his shoulders as her damp hair clung to her flushed cheeks.

Seraphina laughed softly, though her eyes glittered with heat. "You really think you can carry us both like this?"

He glanced at her, a grin tugging his lips. "I don't think. I know."

And he did. His steps were steady, unhurried, his strength so effortless it made Seraphina's smirk deepen and Celene's blush spread further down her neck. The air shifted as they left the bath — water dripping onto the marble, soft footfalls echoing down the corridor, until finally he nudged the door to Seraphina's chambers open with his foot.

He set them down together on the wide bed. The silken sheets rustled beneath their weight, their damp skin cooling against the fabric.

For a moment, none of them spoke. The room was quiet, the only sound the faint crackle of the lanterns and their mingled breaths.

Seraphina broke the silence first. She shifted closer, her finger tracing the line of his jaw. "You're insatiable," she whispered, though there was no reproach in her tone — only fond amusement.

Xavier leaned into her touch, his hand sliding to her hip. "And you're the one who keeps feeding the fire."

Celene watched them, her chest rising and falling quickly. She hesitated, then reached out, laying a trembling hand over Xavier's arm. "I… I'm still not used to this. Being… part of this."

He turned his gaze to her, softening. "You don't have to force anything. Just breathe. Just be here."

Her lips parted, eyes shimmering, and she nodded faintly. "…Thank you."

Seraphina, however, tilted her head, a sly smile curving her lips. "Don't thank him yet, Celene. You'll see soon enough what it means to have him here."

The words made Celene flush scarlet, but she didn't pull away.

Xavier chuckled under his breath, the sound rumbling low in his chest. "Careful, Seraphina. You'll scare her off."

Seraphina arched a brow. "Do I look like I'm scaring her?" Her fingers brushed along Celene's cheek, lingering there. "She's blushing too hard to run."

Celene bit her lip, torn between embarrassment and the warmth blooming inside her. She whispered, "You're both… impossible."

Xavier shifted, drawing them both against him — Seraphina tucked under one arm, Celene beneath the other. Their bodies pressed into his sides, soft curves melting against the heat of his skin. He exhaled, content, his voice dropping. "Impossible or not… you're mine."

The words hung heavy in the air.

Seraphina tilted her head up and kissed him slowly, deeply — not the hungry kiss from before, but one that lingered, tender and claiming. When she finally pulled back, Celene's wide eyes met hers, and Seraphina gave a small nod, as though granting silent permission.

Celene hesitated, then leaned forward. Her kiss was softer, shyer, but Xavier met it with the same warmth, his hand sliding up to cradle her neck, grounding her in the moment.

When she pulled away, breathless, she murmured, "I… I think I understand now."

"What do you understand?" Seraphina asked, her smile sharp but her eyes gentle.

"That… being his doesn't feel like losing myself. It feels like… more."

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