Brimful Depravation
Chapter 290: My Small Tomboy. (Part 1)

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: My Small Tomboy. (Part 1)

Khallyon’s silent order is not questioned by Naylyn, and much less by Yi’Onnaisse.

Yet, the Rogue Cadet decided to enter the Hot Tub for two reasons, the obvious one is to have the additional company of his new Battle Maid.

While the second reason is to give some space to Neillburn and Äzäleä, as both are not so upfront and open with their sexuality, even when the Eldest Daughter of the Mäwller has exhibitionist tendencies.

In the bath, Rouz’Znsey is already enjoying the hot water, having her eyes closed to immerse herself completely in the warm and calming sensation provided by the fragrance mixed with the steam.

{It seems that Rouz’Znsey is releasing an oil from her skin, and is dissolving fast upon entering in contact with water...}

Not wanting to interrupt his Battle Maid’s rest, Khallyon proceeds to cleanse his own body.

While the Rogue Cadet does not require such care, due to how his skin works; The truth is that it is difficult for him to not enjoy the sensation of water running through the pattern of his dermis.

As the resulting feeling is similar to a very soft caress, like a tentatively shy lick, but without pressure or hesitation upon entering in contact with him.

The current landscape in the bathroom is absolutely delicious, as it is a true feast for the Rogue Cadet’s eyes.

Rouz’Znsey is a beauty, no doubt in that, and her killer body has been trained to have peak efficiency by the Gygxz’Kander Family, more accurately, the Battle Maid received special attention from Pristine herself.

However, there are more beauties in the bathroom, like Naylyn, who is actually washing Thá’Ïtza’s back, spanking harshly the Amazoness’s ass cheeks every time the latter dares to say a snarky comment.

{I hope this side of Naylyn is just a facet, and not the beginning of her life imitating her mother’s footsteps, although I do not know her in person to be able to affirm such words, yet, not a single person has ever spoke in good light of her...}

The service that Naylyn is giving to Thá’Ïtza is almost the same that she is receiving from Mätzeniä, except that the Haughty Lady is more careful and doesn’t dare to get handsy or rough with her Old Friend.

{The Bratty Mean Bitch is quite fond of Naylyn, I suppose their separation was more difficult and painful than what they mentioned to me in the Central Lounge... , although that could be only between Mätzeniä and Naíndra, because Naylyn doesn’t seem to have any particular animosity towards any of them...}

Omitting Que’Yïrha, the last two Females in the Bathroom are Bree’Thá and Yi’Onnaisse, the former is basically worshipping the Tribal Damsel, and for once, the Gorgeous Giantess doesn’t mind the extra attention, even when she is like her Enslaver, and doesn’t have the need to be properly cleaned.

Flexing his index finger, Khallyon gestures Que’Yïrha to be closer, she agrees, but some apprehension is lingering in her, thinking in any moment the Rogue Cadet would simply reject her.

Nevertheless, along that insecurity, the dim possibility of being appealing for a male, is more than enough incentive for Que’Yïrha to keep moving forward.

The Tribal Tomboy is a piece of art, with a large, but proportional constitution, except for her breasts, as they are slightly bigger of what they should.

Which is not a problem for Khallyon, especially since he is employing [Colossus], what makes him be a little more than two meters taller than Que’Yïrha, instead of a meter and a quarter shorter than her.

With the green skinned Tomboy standing at his right, the Rogue Cadet moves swiftly his hand, touching behind Que’Yïrha’s left shoulder, traversing horizontally the muscular green skin of the Damsel.

Reaching the right shoulder, he tentatively rubs it, looking not different than a nefarious old geezer luring and tricking a Young Lady into making her partake in an improper act.

Que’Yïrha squirms with the Rogue Cadet’s lecherous touch, half terrified, and half expectant, as she has never been in a similar situation before.

"Follow my lead"; Whispers the Rogue Cadet with a patronizing tone, causing Que’Yïrha to timidly nod in acceptance.

Khallyon enters in the Hot Tub, accompanied by the Tribal Tomboy; However, he doesn’t allow her to be by his side, instead, the Rogue Cadet pulls Que’Yïrha towards him, forcing her to sit on his lap.

The Tribal Tomboy gulps down a mouthful of saliva, shivering in fear with the sudden roughness shown by Khallyon.

As one thing is watching how he manhandles the stubborn and irreverent Thá’Ïtza, and a completely different topic is to be ordered around like if she were an obedient good little girl.

*Mchu*

The loud smack of a kiss reverberates in the bathroom, followed by a second, third and even a forth kiss over the same area, the back of Que’Yïrha’s neck, provoking a shiver that courses through the spine of the green skinned young lady.

Her trembling is inconsistent, but the wiggle of her arse is sufficient to entice the Rogue Cadet’s manhood, standing tall and proud against the well formed glutes of Que’Yïrha.

Limiting himself to only rub the Damsel’s shoulders, Khallyon continues to expand his terrain amd domain over the Tomboy, exploring Que’Yïrha’s body again and again, making the Female to be more comfortable and at ease, rubbing the shoulders and going down the biceps, until reaching he reaches the young Lady’s wrists, Lifting the Tribal Tomboy for a moment.

Changing the Female’s posture, the Rogue Cadet glides between the Damsel’s thighs, stimulating the never used vagina, and sensing how the wet folds of flesh, figuratively, gives a tantalizing kiss to Khallyon’s virility, tensing the Tomboy’s muscles as she looks back and pleads with her pink eyes for Khallyon to spare her for the night.

And with a debonair smirk, the Rogue Cadet rejects and discards the silent request.

Of course, Khallyon doesn’t overstep on Que’Yïrha’s boundaries, continuing with the sensual massage, even if the Tribal Tomboy got cold feet at the last moment, and she doesn’t want to have more progress for the day...