The Scintillating Viking

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I stepped from the wet reach of the wet shower and its waves of wetly wet water. Each wet droplet burst from the wet shower head, wettening the wet air and wet tile beneath it.  I draped a towel that became wet with my warm, wet shower grasp wettening my wet skin. This time, Abs emerged alongside me, wet pink muscles gleaming in a sheen of wet beads. With one strong forearm brushing my bulbous rear, he guided me from the gold-plated siding and through waves of melted diamond. My petite, nude figure still squirmed in awe of what he'd created. The spacious luxury spa stretched a distance usually reserved for professional businesses. Pools of pure, rose-scented water rounded each corner. Each and every fixture glimmered with intricate swirls of gold and chips of crystal. The shelves were piled high with products of every brand and variety, their labels re-done in gold leaf to compliment the air of wealth. Each and every tile glimmered with the heads of pastel swarms of diamond, perfectly fitted to each abstract and artful shape. Yet the crown jewel had to be the massive shower at its center. Quite literally. Its walls were constructed entirely of colorful and massive cuts of crystal, providing a distorted view of the truly divine intercourse meant to take place within.  Its fixtures were molded entirely from shimmering gold, which we could see snaking into the wall and flooring from out view. Its curtain was formed entirely from waves of melted diamond, twisted into erotic and unearthly shapes by heat previously unseen anywhere other than by generation of Abs' rich chest.

Planting a gentle kiss on my pristine, acne-free cheek, Abs fluttered to a gilded clothes rack and selected the most wondrous outfit I'd ever set eyes on. My new husband danced back to my side, readying the garments. He slid the rim of a dotted yellow and pink bikini top over my slender shoulders, grasping my plump breasts with his massive, meaty mitts. As his fingers ran along their perky, spherical form, he stroked the same soft skin with a careful hand. They were heavy, plump, and smooth as spun silk. Their perfectly rounded shape was evident by even the faintest gesture. Beneath the flattering build and support of the apparel, my nipples hardened to tight, well-formed lumps.  His rough, controlled hands slithered down my petite waist and rippled down the wide curve of my waist. My bottoms, a traffic-cone orange thong rose up to meet my clunge, accenting its curves whilst hiding the tip meant only for him. He shimmied a pair of fuchsia sequin Uggs onto each of my narrow feet. Two cyan fingerless gloves tugged onto my petite hands. The entire divine design was flecked with glitter and translucent frills. To finish my image, he placed platinum and diamond circlet upon my forehead. Another hand traced the form of my jaw and shapely cheeks. His emerald eye glimmering into my silver orbs. He readied his thin lips, edges meeting in a pucker. 

A crash of gold plating and the wavering of a slammed door came with Peas's sudden presence. She tossed a ringlet of verdant green from her drooping eyelids. Still clad in her nightclothes, she sauntered over without a word. She craned her neck back and forth as she gathered the glorious sight sprawling around her.

"At this point, I should really stop questioning how you accomplish this crazy bullshit." She finished with a yawn. 

Without bothering to change or strip her current clothing, she flopped defeatedly into one of the rose-colored pools. My husband and I did nothing but stare awkwardly as she proceeded to perform the deadman's float. At least she was finally appreciating all the good Abs could gift to all! Garbage boy wasn't far behind. 

"Have you come to enjoy our spa as well?" I chirped.

"What's the Wifi password?" 

"mydick. No spaces, no capitals." Abs answered.

"That seems like it'd be too short, but whatever works." Garbage boy shrugged in response. He strode to a drifting Peas and dipped his toes in the shallow water. Despite the fact that her face had been completely submerged, the two seemed to share an oddly muffled conversation.