The Witch of hopelessness

Boro the Minotaur looks very comfortable. His large body leans against the pool ledge, his fur soaked with warm water. His every exhale echoes against the tiles. You love seeing his massive form — you feel safe around him. There are many scars on his body; you approach him and touch them.

He looks slightly surprised, as if he was not expecting you so close to him. "Your Majesty..."

You flick a wet strand of his hair to look at his small eyes better. They remind you of hazelnuts. "Can you submerge more?"

He smiles and slides lower so that only his horns tower over you. You kneel on his thighs, since you can't sit on his lap without going underwater. The good thing is that you can press your stomach against his.

"There," you coo as you slightly rub your front against his firm chest. "Finally, I can see you."

As he giggles, his hands wander up your thighs. "You can see me whenever you want, Your Majesty." His finger slides up and down your ass. "I'll kneel for you anytime you ask."

You can't resist a smile of your own because you feel his hard-on floating just above your knees. It's massive. You stroke it several times, enjoying its girth.

Boro groans. "Or maybe you'll kneel for me?"

Rion the Dryad is swimming back and forth, humming with delight. Her beautiful green and silvery form is emerging above the water before disappearing again, as elegant as a dolphin. She is voluptuous and curvy, and not ashamed to show her body.

You watch as the water glistens and drips down her tentacles. One of them, however, is not where you expect. It circles around your waist and pulls you toward Rion.

"Oh my," she giggles. "My stolons are sometimes so naughty."

"Stolon?"

She swims toward you, and more and more of her thick appendages emerge around you, tightening around your thighs and waist. "You humans tend to call them tentacles. But I'm not an octopus."

"Interesting. What is their purpose?"

The small dryad is right in front of you, a dark green blush covering her face. "To make babies, of course." Her long and thick stolon wriggles its way between your thighs. It pulsates against your core, and your breath shivers.

"You don't have to be bothered with any pregnancy if you don't want to," she explains. "I can take care of everything. But if you... per chance... enjoy being gravid..." The flexible appendage moves away as it's replaced with something different, harder, and a lot less flexible against your stomach. "I can arrange that too."

Sen the Shadow is, as usual, unreadable at first glance. But you learned to recognize some signals that can help you read his emotions. He is now in barely firm form, almost as liquid as water.

As you swim toward him, moving through the blackened water, you sense you are entering him, as well. The liquid is no longer mineral water, but a being. And it is touching you everywhere, like silky oil.

Sen's eyes are just above the water, white orbs in the inky darkness.

"It's a pity you can't talk, since I find you incredibly interesting. I noticed you've been following me around... Even to my bedroom." The shadow's eyes bulge. "Oh yes, I noticed. I hope I managed to entertain you last night?"

You masturbated while he was in the room. For some reason, you felt utmost comfort and relish knowing he was glued to the corners and shadows.

Sen squeezes all over you, sticking his body around your every curve, sliding between your legs, almost penetrating you... but not quite. He is getting hotter than the healing water. "Don't boil yourself, silly!"

Sen slides upward, above the water, coiling himself around your neck and touching your lips. Next to his eyes, a shape of a hand appears, and he signs: "Beautiful. Want."

You lick the shadowy form mimicking a finger entering your mouth. It is almost as sweet as honey.

Ves the Angel smiles once you approach him, but otherwise looks quite nervous.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

He looks at other suitors. "Aren't you impatient to form an alliance with the monster dominion?"

You touch his shoulder reassuringly. "Nothing wrong with having a bit of fun. After all, I need to get to know you."

"I... Your Majesty, I was hoping we would finally get some time alone." His words are audacious, but his intentions don't appear to be lascivious. "There are so many things I would like to share with you, to discuss. And... I can't have my notebook in the water."

His pout is so cute, you have to giggle. "Try to relax. Actually, I want you to relax." You press your body against his, and with one hand, you caress his eyeless face, and with the other you pinch one of his wing feathers.

He blushes. "I'm worried about your safety and the alliance...." As you gently kiss his neck, he melts into your touch.

"Shhh, I know you are. But there is time for work, and there is time for pleasure."

He finally hugs you, pulling you close to his chiseled body. His eyes are now softly glowing, warm and... voracious.

Shar the Naga is quite enjoying the warm environment. He is effortlessly undulating through the water, and — shockingly! — without any cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"Your Majesty." He circles around you as terrifying as a crocodile. "Thank you for this. Aside from a library, a bathhouse is truly one of my other favourite places."

"I'm glad to see you so pleased. Your eyes are always glued to your books, so it's hard to get to know you."

He seems puzzled. "They are not always glued to book. I actually look at you quite often."

"Do you now?" You're not sure Shar knows he's flirting with you.

"Most certainly. You are the Queen of the human realm, interested in marrying a monster, no less. You are remarkable and intriguing."

You smile. "You are very interesting, too. And quite knowledgeable."

His reptile smile widens as he stands in front of you, his tail fondling your legs. He likes compliments. "I am. But I'm also an honest naga, and I admit I'm faulty. I lack theory in humans."

"I'm not sure about theory." Your hand slides down his scaly stomach, and you're delighted to feel his long members, excited to be around you. "But I can provide practice."

Ram the Armour is out of their element; they are standing in the corner, as animated as a potted plant. It is quite odd to see a full metal armour inside water, despite it being coated with special wax to stop any damage.

"Are you enjoying yourself like that?"

"I've never had more fun, Your Majesty."

The lack of any kind of features has proven to be an obstacle multiple times during your conversations. But you are convinced Ram is quite a jester. "Really? I witnessed tombstones more lively than you."

Living armour laughs from the depths of their metallic shell. "I truly don't mind just observing. Especially... you."

"Observing won't be enough if you want to rule with me."

Ram seems embarrassed — as much as armour can be. "Of course. But I was created to serve. I can only ever obey you, my Queen."

You come closer to them. "You are good at taking orders, right?"

Your hand finds a hollow between their plates. The same place the strange phallus showed up during the body inspection. And you find it, coiled like a snake, warm and pulsating. Ram whimpers a delightful please, as they take you by the wrist, desperate to keep you there a little bit longer.

"Then keep me always satisfied."

You exit the pool to take a breather. This was... fun. More fun than you had with any other human. Your Council will have a stroke when you inform them about this, but... You had no intention to end this evening right now.