This choice: "Bathing me in your pool!" • Go Back...Chapter #4"Bathing me in your pool!" by: Unknown "You know, it's been a long time since I bathed in actual water. Down in hell you either take a dip in one of the magma pits or just magic yourself clean, and while I do enjoy a nice hot lava bath a change of pace is good every once in a while." Flora said. "So, while I'm up here on the surface I'm going to indulge myself and take a daily water bath. And you, my dear little bitch, will be the one who bathes me." Flora steps into the shallow end of the pool and slowly marched towards the deep end, water rippling around the giant wake the giant woman left. Inch by inch her skin dipped beneath the light blue chlorinated water, her knees sinking in a quarter of the way down the pool, her big red butt slipping beneath the surface at the halfway point, and while her back was turned to you the soft purr Flora gave three quarters of the way down suggested that her maroon tinted nipples dipped below the surface right about there. By the time she reached the end of the pool eight of her eleven feet of height were now submerged, water reaching up to her armpits leaving her shoulders and head above the water. Flora casts an aside glance at you. "You know, I'm a little surprised. I would've thought a guy like you would be chomping at the bit for an opportunity to rub your hands all over every square inch of a big beauty like me, and yet here you are standing around as though I didn't give you both permission and very explicit INSTRUCTIONS to wash me." She said, a supernaturally bright glint in her eye accentuating the venom entering her tone.
Snapping to your senses you say "O-oh, sorry! Let me just get some supplies."
"You have ten minutes. One second more and I'm turning you into a rubber duck to go with my new bathtub for the rest of the week." She said. Deciding not to see whether or not she'd make good on her threat you sprint over to the shed in the corner of the yard and begin digging around for some tools. A few minutes later you strike pay dirt, a large white brush on the end of an extendable pole used to clean the sides of the pool and a brick sized yellow sponge made for cleaning out the grouting around the sides (thankfully your pool was practically brand new and these items had never been used, as you're fairly confident Flora wouldn't take too kindly to being scrubbed down with old moss covered instruments). Setting the brush beside the pool you run into the house to grab your next item. Under the sink you find a large orange bucket filled with bottles of windex, tilex, and drano. Dumping out the bottles and carrying the bucket with you you run into your bathroom.
Throwing open the shower curtain your heart sinks. "Shit!" a small bar of soap no bigger than bigger than a golf ball and about a tablespoon of shampoo were all the bathing materials you had. You'd been planing on going to the store tomorrow, but that didn't particularly help you right now. Realizing that time was ticking down you toss the soap and shampoo into the bucket, then grabbed the first soap-like thing you could think of before rushing back to Flora. "Nine minutes fifty eight... nine minutes fifty nine... oh, you're here!" Flora says playfully, watching as you set all of your supplies out in front of her. She frowns. "What is that?"
"Uh... car wash?" You say sheepishly, knowing exactly which item she was taking umbrage with.
She levels her giant red eyes at you, face stern. "Do I look. Like a car?"
"N-no. But... look, I don't have much soap or shampoo left, I don't think it'll be enough and I didn't know that I'd have to wash down a gigantic demon today so... this is all I have." You stammer.
Flora stares at you unblinkingly for nearly half a minute, your skin crawling beneath her glare and each second feeling like and hour as she considered what to do. Eventually though she rolled her eyes, and with a sigh told you "Alright, I suppose I can cut you a LITTLE slack. After all, how were you supposed to know I was coming today? It's not like you had a contract explicitly stating the exact time and conditions of my arrival. Oh... wait..." She giggled. "But seriously, I'll let you off the hook this time. Just hold up the soap and shampoo for me, will you?"
Doing as she said Flora quickly flops one of her massive arms out of the pool, a cascade of lukewarm water splashing over your naked body and soaking you in an instant. Luckily for you you manage to keep a hold on both the soap and shampoo, and Flora taps each with a gigantic index finger before saying "There, now you'll have plenty enough to get the job done."
Wiping long streaks of brown hair out of your face you see the same bar of soap and same nearly empty bottle of shampoo clutched in your hands. "Uh, not to question your methods but what exactly did you do?"
"Remember those times when Jesus fed big ass crowds of people with only a couple loaves of bread and some dinky little fish?" Flora asked. "Imagine that, but with soap and shampoo. You can tip that bottle over and pour all day yet never run out of shampoo, you could scrub down the entire city and that bar of soap wouldn't be any smaller. Basically you now have infinite bath supplies, so why don't you start putting some of them to use and stop wasting my time?"
"R-right away." You answer. Dipping your bucket into the pool and filling it to the brim you shakily hoist it up and over Flora's head, the top of which is just about level with your belly button. Tipping the bucket over her scalp her jet black hair mats to the top of her head and clings heavily to her shoulders. Filling up the bucket again you set it aside, then pick up the long brush and the shampoo bottle. Pouring the shampoo into the bristles you see that indeed Flora was telling the truth, the tiny amount of liquid inside the bottle never decreasing as a continuous stream of white shampoo pours out. Running your fingers through the brush and rustling the bristles to get the shampoo nice and foamy you slowly begin combing the shampoo through Flora's hair in long steady pulls. Flora grins as you walk along the edges and sides of the pool to lather her hair completely, large soapy bubble forming around her protruding horns. Once a full afro of bubbles had taken shape around her head you allowed the soap to set in for a few minutes, dipping the brush into the brush into the pool to get the remaining shampoo out of the bristles while you waited. "So... Flora... you take a lot of souls?"
"Is that your idea of small talk?" She scoffs. "Well, to tell you the truth I haven't 'taken' one since... wait, what year was Pizarro assassinated?" You shrug your shoulders, history not being your strong suit. "Anyway, most people only rent their souls to demons. Like you. They get a set amount of time on bitch duty in return for some shortsighted prize or reward. Most people are smart enough not to sell their eternal soul so we don't get many of those contracts. That being said, a lot of people aren't smart enough to realize that if we kill them while owning their soul they can't repent and and are automatically doomed to eternal damnation." You gulped, Flora smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not a total monster! I only kill my bad bitches. And I have a whole 8,759 hours left to decide whether or not you'll be one of them."
Without another word you dumped the bucket of water over Flora's head, her foam afro sliced in half by the waterfall. Another bucket and Flora's hair is clear from the worst of it, though white splotches still remain on her scalp. Taking the cleaned off brush you sweep the remaining shampoo down her proportionally slender yet physically massive neck, down her soft yet wide shoulders, and into the the pool, the surface of which was beginning to look like a proper bubble bath. Flora reached up and ran her long fingers through her thick locks of hair. "Nice work, Mark! Now you just have the rest of me to do and we'll have officially crossed item one off today's to-do list!"
Taking the hint you wet the sponge and begin rubbing the small nub of soap along its surface, much like the shampoo it never seemed to reduce in size no matter how much you applied. Setting the soap to one side you approach Flora's massive head and say "Alright, I'll need you to close your eyes while I wash your face don't want to get any soap in your eyes!" Flora nods and juts her head forward. Taking the sponge you begin scrubbing from the top down, polishing off her horns, wiping down her forehead, cleaning out the pores on her nose, etc. It was a very cute face. Well, pretty wasn't the right word for it. Succubi aren't cute, they're sex demons after all so for all you knew cute was probably an insult. That being said sexy didn't fit either. Pronounced but feminine cheeks, a slender chin, a gently sloping nose, big pouty lips, it was the sort of face a it was a bit too classy to be the face of a porn star but too seductive yo be that of a model. No, her face was... tempting. It was the face of a temptress. A perfect mix of cute, sexy, and classy that was an entity in and of itself. It was inhumanely perfect, which you suppose was fitting for a demon.
"Uh, Mark? You might want to watch where you're pointing that thing." Flora said in a slightly muffled voice. Looking down your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. You'd been so lost in thought that you didn't even realize that while you were moving down her face, getting onto your knees so you didn't have to crouch, your half erect cock had just slipped between her double sized lips, balls flopping onto her lower lip.
"I..." Words fail you. And worse, your cock seems to have a mind of its own, erecting itself fully right into Flora's mouth. You feel her teeth on both sides of your dick, her tongue sliding across the head. "Uh..."
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