Awakening from her slumber; Ilyana's eyes surveyed the one who dropped her into the bath: a giantess with remarkably red hair who grinned at the Zamoran's surprised expression.
Before she managed an utterance, the redhead seized her ankles and dragged her loins out of the water. Kneeling, the mysterious ruffian inspected her soaking pubic hair with eyes that obviously lusted for her pudenda. Ilyana attempted to address this ginger haired ogress, but once again, only unintelligible sounds escaped her lips as a bar of soap started lathering her soiled mons veneris. The aforementioned object then roughly parted their way between the folds of her vulva; followed by fingers that unceremoniously jammed themselves into her vagina.
Manipulated in such a barbaric fashion, Ilyana considered the she-devil's origins as she fingered the bride to orgasm. The woman's gargantuan frame suggested somewhere north like Vanaheim. On the other hand, for one of the demoness's digits dug into her anus around the time she last climaxed, her tanned skin pointed south to Cimmeria. Confused by these contradictory thoughts and the fist that surprisingly fit her passage, she yelled:
- Who are you?
Leaving her hand sheathed in Ilyana's vagina, but not stirring her womb through further movements, the stranger answered:
- I am Sybil... a Cimmerian!
Quickly, before the abusive barbarian possessed some notion to proceed, she asked:
- What are you doing here?
Seemingly annoyed by her second query, Sibyl retorted:
- To clean you... as your husband commanded me to do!
She suddenly massaged her sex to paroxysm -- rendering Ilyana incomprehensible as she moaned in satisfaction. Forcing herself to recover her wits, she inquired:
- Do you need to make me cum too?
Responding in a most perverse manner, Sibyl aligned her mound to plunge her considerable clitoris into the Zamoran's vagina. The tribade stroked her opening -- making the bride beg for more of her phallic nub before gratifying Ilyana with a reply to her forgotten question:
- Yes... I am to teach you many things before your husband returns....
Sibyl employed her engorged clitoris like a penis, penetrating Ilyana's pussy and collecting the juices pooling within her sheathe. Shining with the Zamoran's cum, the pearl then rubbed against Ilyana's glans. Ejaculate from both vaginas ran down the legs of the barbarian. Her hands, which held the Zamoran in place by the ankles, tightened their grip on Ilyana's limbs as her feet lost purchase.
With hips extended forward -- the Cimmerian thrust her cunt into Ilyana as Sibyl pitched into the tub and on top of the surprised bride. The savage's great weight pressed down on Ilyana and she nearly drowned in the vessel as she struggled to surface her nose above the steamy bathwater. When she emerged at the other end of the bathtub, the barbarian pursued her lips until their mouths met in a forceful kiss.
Her brutish osculations continued as her hands found the soap lodged underneath Ilyana's rump. Bringing the bar out of the water, Sibyl raised the Zamoran's left arm and scrubbed her underarm, letting the hairs of her armpit lather before washing the foam away with water. Then, pressing her face into the bride's axilla, Sibyl smelled the cavity for unwanted odors and licked her tongue to confirm the underarm's state of cleanliness. Once satisfied, she brought her nose once again into the down covering Ilyana's armpit, to enjoy the scent of her saliva mixed with aroma of the soap and pronounced:
- That part is now clean....
The giantess next performed a similar ritual of ablution on Ilyana's other axilla, but perceptibly taking more time to bury her countenance in the down covering her underarm. As Sibyl lingered around the Zamoran's right armpit -- perhaps in admiration of a particular odor trapped within the locks of her black axillary hair -- Ilyana asked:
