As Andie stirred, she rolled over to the side where Narcissa had been the night before, but her arm fell to the bed with an unsatisfying thump. She wasn't awake enough to investigate, but as the next few minutes, or hours, passed, her hand started to feel around the emptiness next to her and she found that it ran much deeper the longer it went on. Her eyes fluttered open in the brighter darkness than she was used to, as one of the heavy drapes had been pulled back slighty, apparently by Narcissa when she had left.
It wasn't the singeing siren brought on by a night of revelry, but it hurt more than she expected. Sleeping in such pitch black was not normal for her with all the ambient light that seemed to creep around the edges of her ineffective curtains and blinds and everything that she had plugged in reminding her of technology's expanding presence in her life. This room was such a safe harbor from that invasion, even with it's updated eletrical outlets, there was nothing else there to add any unnatural glow.
She rolled over on her back and pushed herself up on her elbows to look around, just to make sure she was alone and that it was likely still morning. Reaching for her phone, she felt her skin against the heavy cover and realized she was now topless which made her wonder exactly what else Narcissa had started later on that she apparently had missed out on. Questions for a new day, but then she always awoke with more questions than answers it seemed, at least of late.
She swung her wobbly legs over the edge of the bed and waited for the blood to decide which body parts needed it the most as she shook some lingering cobwebs from her brain. She was still trying to play back the night to see if any of her thoughts would shed more light on her current condition. She pushed those out and focused on just getting herself ready for the day. She decided a quick shower was in order before heading downstairs for whatever time of day meal it might be and she slunk toward the en suite bath. When she landed her feet on the floor, aside from the usual bounce of her bust, she noticed a cool breeze elsewhere and now realized she was completely naked, and she definitely did not remember that happening, as Narcissa's Aunt deftly had her panties to the side during the rendezvous, but she still had them on from what she could remember.
After a few tries with the faucet fixture, she figured out the shower bits and got under the warm spray. It felt good against her face as she just stood there. She needed to wash her hair anyway after just some quick freshening up the last two days. She was so out of sorts and off schedule with her sleep, she hadn't really felt like bothering lately, which wasn't really her style.
She reached out for the high end looking shampoo that was set out for her, and inhaled the exotic fragrance. It was hard to poinpoint the exact ingredients, as the bottle was intentionally vague, but she sensed spices; ginger, cardamom maybe, she wasn't sure. The products seemed to want to pamper her in a way that presented her as a delicious treat, dessert for later, or given Divinity's appetite, both.
Once she got herself lathered up, she let the shampoo sit for a bit to soak in and reached for the other intentionally nondescript bottle of body wash and the pouf that hung next to the products. She rinsed and squeezed and dolloped the gel and worked the pouf up to a thick lather before running it over her body. She felt the rough caresses slowly awaken her senses as the fragrances seeped into her brain, stimulating her thoughts, sexy thoughts.
She could detect the subtle undertones of the family essence in some of the notes wafting around the billowing steam and found herself lingering in places as her arousal started to pique a bit. She wasn't sure if she was just starting to fall prey to her hosts or if it was the suggestion of having them subtly touching her body through their scent that was causing her heightened senses. She decided that the most reasonable assertion was that she was just horny from all the recent activity, but she was finding it hard to focus on just washing whatever was causing it.
It wasn't clear now whether this was an indication of how her day was going to go, or if she needed to accept it as her new permanent state. Was this how Divinity walked through every day, with her body on fire searching out her next victim? Did Narcissa bury her passion to conceal it, hiding it behind the darkness she pretended embraced her, but was at any moment a powder keg of lust on the brink of explosion?
She didn't care at the moment as each thought of them brought her higher and higher as she found herself sitting back in the tub with the shower spray rinsing over her body. Her fingers buried inside her, unable to go deep enough or hard enough to satisfy the craving she had, wanting the two of them to take her. The fragrant oils ran all over her body. She longed to suck the flavors from her nipples, and to taste every nuance of Divinity and Narcissa and compare their unique bouquets. As she frantically rubbed, massaged, tweaked and tugged herself along, the steam atomized each tiny fraction of aroma captured in the oils leaving her a heady mess, drunk on everything around her, yet her mind was cleared than it should be. She knew at this point it was a losing battle to resist and that she had already been conquered. Anything else she would put up would be a false wall, playing along with their game at best. Focusing as hard as she could, and rubbing a little harder, she finally managed to just make it past an unfulfilling peak, but a peak nonetheless that granted her a brief stay in her desires.
She breathed in lungfuls of steam and mouthfuls of spray as it dribbled out her parted lips and down to her heaving chest. She closed her eyes for a moment just to revel in her energized exhaustion before somehow collecting herself enough to rinse and turn, fumbling toward the faucet to shut off the water. She stayed on her hands and knees in the tub, still an unextinguished flame as the water and her own sweat and juice dripped down into the tub, combining as her essence replaced the one hanging in the mist of the shower.
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The towel, softer than any she had ever been that close to, dragged and clung to her body at every pat and scrunch as she dried herself off. Pulling the towel across her back and flipping its folds over her own was not helping her recede from a horny plateau she seemed cursed to carry through the day. At least she hoped it was only temporary, as her thoughts were so jumbled by this new level of lust she wasn't sure how she would manage. Maybe this was what had sent the others off their collective deep-ends or at least pushed them over that last ledge. She could certainly see how living like this might drive any ordinary person to the brink of never coming back, but somehow Divinity and Narcissa seemed to have such confidence in her, and their generally calm demeanors rounded the edges just enough to keep the damage down.
Andie struggled through getting the rest of her dry enough to dress for the day, but her mind was so disorganized she grabbed some decidedly un-Andie outfit to wear and didn't think anything of it. At least most of the clothes she had to choose from were black, but she surprised herself more than anyone when she stood in front of the full-length mirror, willingly parading herself around in some kind of long dress. It still showed a bit of leg below the hem, and as she turned she realized it was cut the same as every other outfit she had seen so far, with a slit up to her armpits. It might have reached up even farther, but she stopped trying to find its end and focused back at the transformed women in front of her.
