My Cerberus Girlfriend

Book Two: Chapter 4

Author's Note:

"Warning! This chapter contains fanservice content."

Roger wrapped a white towel around his waist, standing half-naked outside the archway to the Cerberus's bath chamber. He didn't want his bulletproof vest and his pants to get drenched up in the water. He wasn't sure if the girls had other clothing he could wear. But a lot of running and hiding for the sake of survival encouraged him to take a bath too, even if it was with the three-headed beast women.

"Sweetie! We are ready!" Cilla called.

Roger took a deep breath and stepped into the chamber. Warm steam greeted him as he approached the square pool in the center of the chamber, surrounded by doric columns beneath a hanging golden pan with flames on it. The entire chamber lit in flickering orange light over the clean steaming water, releasing a minty sea salt scent that soothed Roger's senses like he was walking onto a quiet beach. His sweat glazed down his tanned muscles by the time the steam drenched through his skin. It felt like a volcano was below the water.

"Over here, sweetie! We won't bite you." Cilla shouted.

"I might," Katina giggled.

Roger followed their voices through the mist toward the back of the pool. The girls' shared body relaxed in the water, leaning their back against the marble. Their large breasts hung over their board chest, but their brown fur covered their nipples. Surely, it looked like they had no teats.

Labda and Cilla's hairs hung down across their shoulders and back. They took out their hair ties to let their red hairs free for the bath. Of course, Katina didn't need to untie her hair to wash it. It was a mohawk, after all.

As Roger came closer, Katina held up a sponge toward him, smiling with her fangs exposed. "Use this."

Roger took the sponge. "Where is the soap?"

Cilla pointed her claw at the water. "This spring water is full of sea salt and olive oil. Good for skin and fur."

"How is it warm? Do you have a heater beneath the pool?"

"Magic is the source," Labda answered. "It keeps the water warm whenever we step into it." She hummed as if she was sucking on something delicious. "It feels just like our old baths in Greece....."

"It is nice." Roger kneeled and dipped the sponge into the water. "Where do you want me to scrub you?"

The girls brushed their hair off their back and leaned forward.

"Our back is fine," said Cilla. "No tickling. Hehehe!"

"Or I will bite off your head!" Katina warned.

Labda snarled at Katina's face. "Now that is rude to say, Katina!"

"I don't him to tickle us, or touch us in the wrong-"

"He can wash wherever we ask him to. Is that agreeable?"

Katina bit her lip before she nodded. "No tickling!"

"No problem." Roger kneeled behind the Cerberus and scrubbed their back up and down. "Is that good?"

"Oooooooooooo-yes," Cilla moaned. "Good spot."

Their tail wagged next to him, but he kept their eyes on their back. He admired how many muscles were in their back. Very smooth and sculped, like a rock.

Hmmmmmmmm. Roger admitted he had a thing for muscular women. Maybe because it was his dad's fault. When he was a young boy in middle, he wanted to work out his skinny body so the bullies would stop picking on him. His dad brought him a few fitness magazines, written to help him learn the proper excuses to develop his strength. But what his dad didn't realize was the magazines also featured photos of bodybuilding women in bikinis. And that surprised Roger at the peak of his puberty.