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.

Naivara grinned savagely, her eyes flicking up to meet his before dropping once more to his crotch. Her voice came out harsh and hungry as she answered in the affirmative. "I want that big fucking cock tearing me open, ripping through my pussy like it owns me. I don't care who else you want, or where your interest lies... right now, it's all about me." She licked her lips slowly, eyes never leaving his throbbing length. "And if that means making sure everyone else here sees and knows what belongs to me?" She spread her legs wider, invitingly, wetness dripping from the edges of her folds onto the stone beneath. "Then so be it."

His flush deepens as he realizes just how obvious she is about her desires. The attention of everyone around them focused on his swollen length, and Naivara doesn't care who knows it's hers. He can feel the heat of their gazes burning through him, but there's something unnervingly arousing about the way they all look at her with such need.

Her hands slide lower over her body, cupping her wet folds as she moans softly. "Come on," she urges, her voice low and demanding. "Don't you want to feel how hungry I am for it?" She glances sidelong at the others, arching her back and pressing her breasts together suggestively. "I can share..."

Trembling with arousal and confusion, he stumbles forward, sinking down beside her. The wet heat of her body presses against him, the heady scent of her arousal filling his nose. His hands shake as they slide over her hips, feeling the soft curves of her ass beneath his fingers. With one final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside her, crying out at the intense sensation of being so tightly surrounded by warmth.

The sound seems to send shockwaves through the spring cavern. The other drow respond in kind, moaning and gasping as they watch him take Naivara, her body gripping his like a vice. Velithrae's blush deepens to a dark crimson, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles with the conflicting desires that surge through her. Shaedra

His hips jerk forward, thrusting deeper into her, his body arching back as pleasure washes over him in a hot wave. Naivara gasps, meeting the movement with an animalistic growl, her nails digging into his shoulders as she takes him even harder. The sensation of being so closely surrounded by lust and desire heightens everything, making each touch, each moan that much more intense.

Her movements become a furious dance, grinding her hips against his in a rhythm meant to drive them both wild. Her tongue darts out, tracing the outline of his ear before nipping gently at the lobe. Velithrae whimpers, feeling herself growing wetter at the sight and sounds of their coupling, her own hands clenching into fists as she struggles to resist the urge to join them.

The cavern echoes with the cacophony

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she takes him harder, her body arching into him in perfect sync with every powerful thrust. Naivara moans low and demanding, her hips working relentlessly against him, driving them both toward the edge. The others watch with hunger in their eyes, Shaedra teasingly flicks a droplet of water at his erection, and Zynaya grinds her own thigh against the hot stone, her pleasure clear for all to see. The steam rises thick around them, their passion a living thing in the cavern, driving everyone wild with lust.

Her nails dig deeper as she feels him release, arching her back in unison with his powerful spasms, her own body trembling on the edge of orgasm. The cavern echoes with their cries, Shaedra's grin turns predatory as she moves to position herself between Velithrae and Naivara, her voice husky and commanding as she speaks. "You two aren't done yet."

"Oh come now," Shaedra purred, her grin widening as she reached out to cup Velithrae's breast, "You don't honestly think I'd let you go without your share of the fun, do you? It's time for round two." Before either of them could object or protest further, Shaedra pushed them both down onto the hot stone, straddling Velithrae and positioning herself between her thighs. "Open your legs," she ordered sharply, her free hand gripping Naivara's wrist as she dragged her close, intent on ensuring that they both participated in this new game.

The cavern seemed to grow warmer, the sensation of lust and desire pressing down from every direction almost unbearable. The other drow watched with hungry eyes, moaning low in their throats as they imagined

Shaedra's grin turned predatory as she looked down at the spread legs and exposed cock before her. With a hungry growl, she leaned forward, engulfing his member in her hot, wet mouth. Her hands gripped Velithrae's thighs tightly, holding her open for Shaedra's pleasure as she suckled eagerly, making soft mewling noises around the length of his shaft.

Naivara looked down at the pair, lust burning bright in her eyes. Her hand drifted lower, cupping Velithrae's wet folds before sliding two fingers inside, thrusting deep and hard as she moaned loudly, matching Shaedra's movements with each grind of their hips together.

The cavern was a cacophony of sounds: the splash of water, the slap

The cavern was alive with the sounds of their desire. Velithrae cried out as her body was possessed by two of the most experienced drow in their spring, each touch driving her closer to release. Shaedra's wet noises filled the air as she suckled at his cock, her fingers digging roughly into Velithrae's hips as she took more of him deeper into her mouth. Naivara's low groans and grunts added to the cacophony, her body moving in perfect sync with theirs as she fucked herself on Velithrae's fingers.

The hot water lapped at their skin, mingling with their sweat and arousal, turning the spring into a sensual bath of desire. Each passing moment seemed to heighten the tension, drawing out their pleasure until it threatened to snap them all in two. It was only a matter of time