Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls-Chapter 422: Finally, after years of waiting! (R-18)

Hot water trickled slowly over Kael's body, washing away dust, dried blood, and the accumulated weight of the day. Steam filled the spacious stone bathroom, rising in lazy spirals to the high ceiling. He rested his hands on the edge of the tub, his head slightly tilted forward, feeling the heat penetrate muscles that still remembered the impact of the blows exchanged hours before.

And yet… there was no pain.

No bruises. No residual tension.

He ran his hand over his shoulder, then his flank, testing. The skin was intact, firm, as if the combat had been just a distant memory.

"...Too strong," he murmured, almost to himself.

It wasn't pride. It was bewilderment.

His body was reacting too quickly. Healing too quickly. Adapting with an efficiency bordering on the unnatural. The new mana organ, the reorganized chaos, all of it… still didn't quite fit into his mind.

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.

Then he heard it.

A soft sound.

Almost imperceptible.

The delicate creak of the door opening.

Kael opened his eyes immediately.

Instinct reacted before thought—the chaos within him contracted reflexively—but relaxed the instant he turned his face.

There, at the entrance to the bathroom, were they.

Irelia and Amelia.

Both wrapped only in light towels, holding them carefully enough to maintain composure, but without any hurry to appear uncomfortable. Steam enveloped their bodies, softening contours, making the scene almost ethereal.

Irelia's golden hair was tied in a simple bun, a few loose strands escaping and clinging to the damp skin of her neck. Her expression was firm, but there was something more there—a silent determination, mixed with care.

Amelia, beside her, kept her short hair similarly tied back, her face serene, her eyes attentive. Unlike her usual coldness, there was warmth in her gaze. A kind of closeness she rarely allowed anyone.

Kael blinked, clearly surprised.

"...You—"

They both spoke at the same time, in perfect synchronicity.

"Let us wash you."

The silence that followed was dense.

The water continued to run. The steam continued to rise.

Kael felt his brain simply… freeze.

"You know this sounds dangerously like a trap, right?" he commented, trying to resort to humor as a lifeline.

Irelia gave a half-smile.

"Maybe."

Amelia tilted her head slightly.

"But you trust us."

It wasn't a question.

Kael sighed, running a hand through his wet hair.

"You don't make things easy," she murmured.

Even so, she didn't move to stop it.

Irelia was the first to approach, stepping barefoot onto the heated stone floor. She took a clean cloth, dipped it in the water, and wrung it out calmly, each movement deliberate.

"You always take care of everyone," she said, her voice low. "Let someone take care of you for once."

Amelia closed the door behind her, the soft sound echoing through the room. She approached from the other side, kneeling within Kael's reach, without touching him immediately.

"Your body is different," she commented, observing with almost clinical attention. "But you still carry the weariness. That doesn't just disappear because the flesh regenerates."

Kael swallowed hard.

There was something strangely intimate about that observation. Not invasive—careful.

He nodded slowly.

"I know."

Irelia began with his arms.

The touch of the warm cloth against his skin was simple, methodical, respectful. Nothing rushed. Nothing forced. Just cleansing—but full of intention.

She removed the dirt as if she were lifting the weight of the world.

Amelia tended to his back, running water over him with her hands, her movements gentle, almost meditative. There were no unnecessary words. Just presence.

Kael closed his eyes.

The chaos within him, normally restless, quieted.

For a rare moment… he didn't need to be alert.

"You know," he murmured, his voice low, almost swallowed by the sound of the water, "that this isn't something I forget easily."

Irelia paused for a moment, resting her hand lightly on his arm.

"That's good."

Amelia nodded.

"We don't want you to forget."

The bath continued like this, at a tranquil, almost ritualistic pace. Each gesture seemed to say something that words couldn't: you're not alone, you don't have to carry everything, we're here.

When they finished, Irelia stepped aside first, handing Kael a clean towel. Amelia did the same, her gaze firm but gentle.

No rush. No demands.

Intimacy lay in care, not in excess.

Kael took a deep breath, feeling his body warm, clean… and strangely at peace.

"You're going to kill me like this," he commented, with a tired smile.

Irelia chuckled softly and opened the towel. "You don't need to hold back," she said, showing him her breasts.

Amelia wasn't far behind. She didn't just remove the towel. She took his hand and guided it to her groin, sliding his hand into her cavity.

She let out a moan as she felt someone's touch, for the first time, in her private parts.

Kael felt the warmth of Amelia's skin beneath his fingers, the moisture that wasn't just from the steam of the shower mingling with her touch.

His eyes widened for a moment, his body reacting instinctively—the chaos within him pulsing in response, no longer quiet, but alive, hungry.

Her hand guiding his was firm, confident, and the moan that escaped her lips echoed through the bathroom like an irresistible invitation.

"This... don't force it," Kael murmured, his voice hoarse, as his fingers explored slowly, feeling the warm softness and the subtle pulse of her desire.

Amelia nodded, her eyes half-closed, her face flushed not only from the steam.

"Yes... but I want to," she whispered, pressing herself against his hand, guiding the movements with a contained urgency.

Her hips moved slightly, a tremor running through her body as he found the right spot, circling with a delicacy that soon became more intentional.

Irelia watched, her smile transforming into something predatory and affectionate at the same time.

She let the towel fall completely, revealing her naked body, golden curves illuminated by the soft glow of the bathroom lights.

Her firm breasts rose and fell with her quickened breath, her nipples hardened by the humid air and growing excitement.

"Don't stop there," she said, reaching out and taking Kael's other hand, guiding it to one of her breasts.

He squeezed instinctively, feeling the soft, warm weight in his palm, his thumb brushing against her nipple as she let out a low sigh, arching her back.

Kael rose from the tub, water running down his naked, strong body, defined muscles glistening in the light.

He pulled Amelia closer, his lips capturing hers in a hungry kiss—deep, possessive. She moaned into his mouth, her hands moving to Kael's wet hair as his fingers continued to work on her, now faster, penetrating slowly, feeling her contract around him.

Irelia didn't wait.

She pressed herself against Kael's back, her soft breasts brushing against his skin, one hand sliding down to cup his already hard, throbbing penis.

"You're ready for us," she murmured in his ear, her voice a warm purr as she masturbated him with slow, firm movements, her thumb circling the sensitive head, spreading the pre-cum that was already dripping.

Kael groaned into the kiss, his whole body tense with pleasure, torn between Amelia's touch on his hand and Irelia's touch on his arousal.

He broke the kiss with Amelia, turning to Irelia and capturing one of her breasts with his mouth, sucking the nipple hard enough to make her moan loudly, his teeth lightly grazing it.

"Damn, you... are going to destroy me," he growled, but the tone was one of pure delight.

Amelia, not wanting to be left out, knelt in front of him, her eyes fixed on his as she licked the base of his penis, her tongue tracing throbbing veins before partially swallowing it, sucking with an inexperienced but voracious hunger.

The bathroom filled with sounds—muffled moans, dripping water, panting breaths.

Kael guided Amelia to her feet again, turning her so her back was against the edge of the bathtub.

He positioned himself behind her, one hand still between her legs preparing her, his fingers plunging deep while the other squeezed her hip.

"I want... put it in me…," she begged, pushing herself against him.

He didn't wait any longer—he thrust himself inside her slowly, inch by inch, feeling her open, tight and wet, her moan turning into a cry of pleasure as he filled her completely.

Irelia joined in, kissing Amelia passionately as Kael began to thrust, hard and rhythmic, the water splashing around.

His free hands explored Irelia, fingers penetrating her as well, making her writhe.

The rhythm quickened, bodies colliding in a wet and slippery frenzy—Kael alternating between them, fucking Amelia from behind while sucking Irelia, then switching, laying Irelia on the edge and spreading her legs to plunge into her with brute force, their moans mingling in a chorus.

The climax came like an inevitable wave, building in layers of raw, uncontrollable pleasure.

Kael felt Amelia tightening around him, her internal muscles contracting in spasms as she climaxed for the first time in her life with something—someone—inside her.

"Kael! Ahh... don't stop!" she cried, her body trembling violently, nails digging into the edge of the tub, her legs weakening. Hot liquid ran down her thighs, mixing with the water, as he continued to pump, prolonging her orgasm with deep, relentless thrusts.

Irelia, watching with eyes glazed with lust, couldn't wait any longer. She pushed Kael aside with surprising force, lying down beside Amelia on the wet edge.

"My turn... fuck me like she did," she demanded, spreading her legs wide, exposing her swollen, glistening vulva. Her fingers parted her pink lips, inviting him in.

Kael, panting, his cock still throbbing and covered in Amelia's juices, positioned himself between her thighs and plunged in all at once—deep, until his balls slapped against her skin. Irelia arched her back, her breasts swaying with the impact, a guttural roar escaping her throat.

"Yes! Harder, you bastard! I deserve compensation! One year and three months of waiting!"

He obeyed, gripping her hips and thrusting like an animal, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing louder than running water.

Amelia, still catching her breath, crawled closer and began licking Irelia's breasts, sucking on one nipple while massaging the other, their moans merging in harmony.

Kael reached back, slipping two fingers into Amelia's still-sensitive pussy, fucking her in sync with his thrusts into Irelia.

"You're... perverts," he growled, the chaos in his body amplifying everything—every sensation doubled, his cock swelling even more inside her.

Irelia came next, her body convulsing as if possessed, squirting around Kael's cock in hot jets that soaked his abdomen.

"Fuck, I'm coming! Don't stop, Kael, fill me up!" She squeezed her legs around him, locking him in place as waves of pleasure washed over her, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

Unable to hold back any longer, Kael pulled out at the last second, his cock throbbing violently.

He came with a roar, thick, white jets exploding over their bodies—on Irelia's ample breasts, on Amelia's trembling belly, running down to their shaved groins. A copious amount of semen, a mark of his dominance, as he fell to his knees between them, exhausted but ecstatic.

The three lay there, panting, their bodies intertwined in the now shallow bathtub, the warm water lapping at their sweaty, semen-soaked skin. Irelia laughed first, a hoarse, satisfied sound, wiping some of the semen from her breasts with her fingers and licking them provocatively.

"You're a bastard... but our bastard." Amelia, flushed and vulnerable, rested her head on Kael's shoulder, a shy smile on her lips. "For the first time... I felt complete."

Kael embraced them, the chaos within him now in perfect peace, pulsing in unison with their hearts. "This doesn't end here," he murmured, kissing one and then the other. "The night is long... and I'm far from finished."