Steam curled through the air like lazy ghosts.
The hot spring was warm, deeper than it looked, and the water had that perfect kind of silkiness—the kind that clung to skin like a gentle whisper before melting tension straight from the bones. Allen sank in with a sigh, shoulders dropping, body already buzzing from the heat.
He closed his eyes.
Until a voice cooed softly beside his ear.
"Would you like… assistance, honored guest?"
His eyes cracked open.
Tela was kneeling behind him now, her tall frame half-submerged, skin glistening with droplets. Her shell arched above the water like a temple roof, elegant and heavy, but his attention was stuck somewhere a bit lower—on the full weight of her soft breasts pressed against his back like warm pillows of sin.
"I… don't need assistance," Allen said carefully.
Tela's hands slipped over his shoulders. "But you deserve it."
