Steam rose thick from the bubbling water, swirling around dark bodies glistening with heat. The newcomer stepped into the cavern, and five drow turned in unison — their towels clinging wetly, curves exposed, eyes glittering with lust.

Velithrae flushed as she stood, arms hugging her tits to her chest though the motion only pressed them tighter together.

“You’re really… staring, aren’t you?”

she whispered, thighs rubbing under the water.

“I-I can feel it, the way you look at me.”

Shaedra laughed at her, tugging her towel loose so one breast bounced free before she tucked it back with mock innocence.

“Oh gods, Velithrae, you’re such a fucking prude. Look at you, dripping and blushing while you squeeze your fat tits together.”

She smirked at the newcomer.

“Bet you’d love to see her drop that towel, wouldn’t you?”

Velithrae gasped, covering her chest tighter.

“D-don’t say that!”

But her blush deepened, and her nipples stabbed through the cloth, betraying her.

Zynaya snorted.

“Shit, don’t tease her — she’s leaking for the attention.”

She ripped her own towel down to her waist, tits heaving free.

“Here’s what you came for — big, fucking tits begging for hands.”

She squeezed them together, groaning.

“Velithrae, you could learn a lesson. Modesty’s wasted in this spring.”

Drelynn smirked darkly, dragging her braid over her chest as her sheer towel clung tight to her nipples.

“Let her blush,”

she purred.

“Some men ache harder for innocence than for sluts flashing their tits. The question is… which of us would he sink into first?”

Her voice lingered, low and heavy, as she pinched her nipple with a sigh.

Naivara shoved past them, tossing her towel aside altogether. Her tits swung free, wet and glistening, nipples stiff as diamonds.

“Fuck all this talking. Look at me.”

She ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing hard before sliding lower.

“I don’t hide shit. I don’t tease. I show, I take, I fucking devour. That’s what makes a real whore.”

She grinned savagely.

“None of you can outdo me.”

Shaedra rolled her eyes, pulling her towel down just enough to bare both nipples.

“You think flashing your fat tits makes you the star? Please. Some of us know how to make them want it, not just shove it in their face.”

Zynaya barked out a laugh, slapping her own ass beneath the water.

“Fuck off, Shaedra. You think your little teases matter when I’m waving my cunt in their direction?”

Velithrae moaned softly, caught between shame and arousal.

“Y-you’re all so shameless… I can’t…”

She hugged herself tighter, but her thighs parted beneath the water, betraying her.

Drelynn’s smile turned sharp.

“Listen to her — dripping for it already. Shy ones always break first.”

She dragged her fingers down her sheer towel, tracing her slit beneath the fabric, moaning deep.

“And when she breaks, she’ll scream louder than all of us.”

Naivara laughed, hair plastered to her tits as she cupped them both, groaning as she pinched her nipples.

“Fuck it — let’s make her scream right now. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

The cavern thickened with heat and profanity, five massive-breasted drow flaunting, taunting, and competing, their voices clashing in obscene harmony as the hot spring became an arena of shameless exhibition.

The steam swirled thicker as the laughter and taunts echoed off the stone walls. But then, as if drawn by instinct, five pairs of pale eyes dropped lower — to the towel clinging at the newcomer’s lap. The fabric was pulled tight by a massive bulge beneath, rising hard against the cloth, a display impossible to ignore.

Velithrae gasped first, cheeks burning. She squeezed her arms tighter across her tits, trembling with embarrassment.

“O-oh gods… it’s so… big,”

she stammered, thighs pressing together beneath the water as if to quell her own ache. Her blush deepened as she whispered,

“I can’t… stop staring.”

Shaedra smirked, her grin spreading wide as she leaned forward. Her towel slipped again, baring half her breast as she let her eyes linger shamelessly.

“Well, well,”

she purred.

“Looks like someone’s already ready to play.”

She dragged her finger down between her tits, flicking a droplet toward the bulge.

“So hard already… and we haven’t even touched you.”

Zynaya burst into raucous laughter, slapping the water so it splashed against her tits

. “Holy fuck — look at that monster. You’re tenting harder than a priest at a brothel.”

• She yanked her towel completely off, baring herself entirely as she grabbed her breasts and jiggled them.*

“You like this, huh? These fat tits got you throbbing under there. Shit, I bet you’d blow just from me spitting on it.”

Drelynn’s voice came low, sultry, vibrating in the steam. She slid her hand slowly over her sheer towel, stroking the outline of her slit beneath the fabric, her eyes fixed on the bulge.

“Mmm… the spring rewards excess, and what an excess you carry.”

Her lips curled into a dark smile as she pinched her nipple.

“I want to hear it slap against my tits… slow, heavy, dripping with heat.”

Naivara strode forward boldly, tits swinging free, water streaming down her thighs. She didn’t even glance at the others, her gaze locked hungrily on the swollen towel.

“Fuck me, it’s huge,”

she growled, her voice ragged with lust. She reached down, spreading her slick folds with two fingers, moaning as she exposed herself.

“I want it tearing me open. I don’t give a shit what the rest of you want — that cock’s mine.”

The cavern thickened with steam and filth, each maid’s reaction amplifying the others — Velithrae’s trembling blush, Shaedra’s playful taunts, Zynaya’s vulgar laugh, Drelynn’s slow hunger, Naivara’s raw need. Their gazes never left the bulge, their words dripping with profanity and desire, the spring transformed into a chorus of shameless craving.