Sssssshhhhhhhh!
The soft, continuous sound of water falling echoed through the breathtakingly large bathroom, a luxurious sanctuary that looked more like a private indoor oasis than a mere bath—it could easily be mistaken for a swimming pool.
From the elegant dolphin-shaped fountainhead, warm water poured gracefully from its mouth, cascading down in a gentle stream, landing in the oversized marble tub that rippled like a quiet lake.
Aether slowly sank deeper into the steamy embrace of that giant tub, letting out a low groan, “Arrhhh…” his voice trailing into a lazy exhale.
His entire body, soaked and weightless, felt like it was melting into the soothing water. His muscles, once tense from exhaustion and wild lovemaking, slowly unwound, and his breath came easy.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction, and let his gaze drift toward her… Sandra.
She stood under the overhead shower, droplets cascading down her smooth body like glittering pearls on moonlit skin.
Water slithered between the curves of her breasts, dripping off her erect nipples that stood firm under the kiss of heat. She was gently rubbing her soapy hands over her stomach, her thighs, up to her full, soaked boobs, lifting them slightly with her fingers as she scrubbed her sensitive skin with care.
Her purplish hair stuck to her skin, long strands clinging to her back and collarbones.
Sssnnnnnhh…
Aether leaned on the edge of the tub, watching her like a man enchanted. Even though he had just devoured every inch of her, explored her body so thoroughly it was marked with his ownership—bite marks, red spots, bruises in the shape of fingers—he still couldn’t tear his gaze away.
His cock twitched under the water as he watched her rinse herself delicately.
‘Something is definitely wrong with me…’ Aether thought with a half-smile on his face, his expression amused yet dreamy as his eyes roamed her soaked, glistening body. He followed the curve of her waist, the dip of her belly where the marks of their night remained, to the flush of her pussy where bruises from his grip were still visible.
‘That’s mine~’ he thought proudly, his eyes darkening slightly, possessive and adoring at once. And yet… even with her marked and soaked in his essence, something still felt missing.
Something more… something vital. Something sacred…
What could be?
Slrrppp…
Suddenly, a wet sound drew his attention. His gaze sharpened as he saw her fingers spreading her pussy lips under the spray—cleaning herself thoroughly. A stream of thick white cum oozed out slowly, trailing down her thigh like syrup, mixing with the water as it slid over her skin.
“Yuc… it’s too much,” she muttered, looking down at the flood of semen that wouldn’t stop pouring out. “It’s been almost a full minute… and it’s still coming out…”
She looked horrified and amazed at the same time, her fingers still trying to scoop and clean it all out.
“Just how much did you pour into me…?” she muttered again, glancing at Aether with a flushed face, both embarrassed and in disbelief. Her lips twitched slightly. “Honestly, I’d be surprised if I didn’t get pregnant from this amount,” she added, squinting at him as she kept cleaning, her voice a little shaky, a little teasing.
Aether just smirked and leaned back in the tub, water rippling around his body as he lifted one eyebrow. “Soon, we’ll be expecting a cute little another Sandra then~”
Sandra’s cheeks turned crimson, her nipples visibly hardening even more under the spray. “You bastard!” she snapped, blushing heavily as she averted her eyes—but then, after a pause, she turned to him, voice quieter and deeper.
“Do you… want a child?”
Aether blinked. A soft breath escaped him. He had just become papa to a butterfly… and that still felt surreal.
Was he ready for more?
Still, he nodded gently, eyes tender and voice filled with a raw softness. “Of course… I’d love to have many, many cute little Sandras… especially if they look like you,” he added, his eyes gazing at her with playful warmth as he winked.
Sandra let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Idiot,” she whispered—but her expression softened.
She curled up softly, her smile lingered as she continued washing, carefully inserting a few fingers inside, cleaning every inch thoroughly. She used the sharp jet of the water, letting it hit directly against her pussy, hissing softly as the pressure helped flush him out. Her body shivered slightly from the sensation—half cleansing, half pleasure.
Aether tilted his head and asked curiously, “What about you?”
Sandra didn’t answer. She kept washing silently, her fingers moving with care. Once she’d fully flushed out his creampie, she washed her body again, and again her pussy, as if trying to make sure not a single drop of him remained—yet her eyes said something else, something tender and uncertain.
Aether shook his head, amused. ‘Both mother and daughter… total clean freaks,’ he thought fondly as he let his body melt into the warmth of the water again.
Soon, Sandra finished her final round of bathing and let out a small, satisfied sigh. Her hair now clung to her back in wet strands, her skin soft and glowing under the lights.
Every curve of her body was glistening, her breasts rising and falling slowly as she stepped toward the tub.
Splash…
Water danced upward as she immersed herself into the large tub, slipping into the steamy warmth beside him.
She hissed softly, her breath hitching as the heat loosened her muscles. Slowly, she slid into a seated position, her bare curves pressing against Aether’s side. Her thigh brushed his, her boobs grazing his arm as she leaned in and rested her head gently on his shoulder.
Aether smiled wordlessly, his arm reaching to wrap around her waist as he leaned in toward her too.
The silence between them was tender, full of water sounds, skin warmth, shared breath, and the lingering closeness of something that went deeper than just sex.
After a few long, soft seconds of silence, Sandra finally muttered, her voice low and uncertain, “I don’t know… Having a child right now… Honestly, I’m not sure I’d be a good mom.”
Aether blinked, glancing at her, brows furrowed gently. “Mom? You’re already a mom though, aren’t you?”
Sandra smiled faintly and shook her head slowly, her wet hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. “That’s different, Aether…” she murmured.
“Yes, I’m a mom… but it started with my mother’s rebirth. It wasn’t something I planned.
I didn’t become a mother out of my own decision.
It just… happened.
I only felt like a mom after I held her—after she called me that for the first time… And that was… different.
That was her.” Her voice drifted as her face turned visibly worried, brows tensing slightly, as if she wasn’t sure how to describe the ache forming in her chest.
Aether watched her trembling fingers and gently moved his hand toward hers, intertwining his fingers with hers, holding her tightly, protectively. His voice came out soft, warm, steady.
“Don’t worry… You’ll always be a great mom,” he said, giving her hand a firm squeeze, “And I’ll make sure of it.” He leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
Sandra blinked at his touch, her eyes glimmering—faintly teary—as if his words had nudged something fragile inside her. A gentle smile flickered on her lips.
She squeezed his fingers back tightly, her nails softly brushing his skin as she whispered, “Even so… the timing right now is far from ideal. ‘The Beginning’ is coming… and we still don’t know what your bloodline is capable of… We don’t know what kinds of dangers might rise. If I got pregnant in the middle of all this chaos, it’d only slow you down. I’d become a burden… I’d rather be your strength than something that holds you back.” Her voice cracked slightly at the end—revealing what she feared most.
Aether let out a thoughtful hum, his expression turning serious. What she said made perfect sense. The situation around them was still a mess—so many unanswered questions, layers of hidden threats.
And as much as he wanted a child, even he understood how much pressure that would bring, especially now.
He had secrets… So many.
He had women to seduce, enemies to face, puzzles to unravel… A child, as beautiful as the idea was, couldn’t be part of this chaos.
Not yet.
Just then, Sandra’s lips trembled. Her voice was smaller this time, barely audible above the gentle rippling of the bathwater.
“I… I… fear…” she whispered, turning her head slowly toward Aether, her eyes wide and shaking with something raw—something that made his heart clench. “I’m afraid of dying now.”
Aether’s eyes widened slightly. It was the first time he had ever seen that emotion in her eyes—fear?
“I… I’ve never felt this before, Aether,” she stammered, her voice shaky and naked with emotion.
“Even with my daughter… I never feared death. I was always prepared for it. Ready to give myself if needed. I never cared… because I thought I had nothing left to lose.
But now… now I—suddenly—” her words started crumbling, her voice breaking, “I’m scared… scared of losing everything. Scared of losing you. I… I—” she choked on the rest, her body shivering slightly despite the warmth of the water.
Before she could even finish her stammering confession, Aether reached forward and wrapped her tightly in his arms.
Sandra gasped softly, eyes wide. Despite all the things they’d done—the passionate sex, the wild kisses, the physical intimacy—this… this felt different.
When he hugged her now, with her body trembling and heart exposed, it felt warmer than the water surrounding them.
Deeper than heat.
Something… gentle. Something sacred.
Her fears didn’t vanish instantly, but they softened—soothed by the embrace of a man who held her like she mattered more than anything else.
She had always known her fate. The gods themselves had answered it.
Death was inevitable.
She had accepted it long ago.
But now—after sharing his bed, his warmth, his tenderness—something inside her had changed.
A terrifying desire bloomed.
She didn’t want to die anymore.
She wanted to stay—with him, beside him. Forever.
The feeling flooded her chest like a dam breaking, rushing through her so fast it made her breath shake.
Aether felt her trembling and held her tighter. His voice was soft, yet fierce. “I don’t know how… I don’t know when… but just know this: You won’t die. I won’t let you. I swear it,” he said, pressing his lips to her forehead again as he hugged her trembling form, refusing to let her go.
Sandra’s breath caught. A soft smile slowly formed on her lips, trembling and warm. She bit her lower lip to keep herself from crying as she tightened her arms around him, burying her face into his shoulder.
Then—
Aether blinked suddenly, as if something struck him. He tilted his head and asked with a crooked smirk, “Wait a minute… Don’t tell me we just fucked because you thought you might die and didn’t want to have regrets?”
Sandra froze.
Flinched.