Berengar sat in his Royal Bathhouse, clothed in nothing but a towel over his waist, which poorly concealed his excitement. Though Yasmin had not yet joined him, he was certain the woman would live up to her promise. Thus, he was well prepared for the grooming that was about to transpire within this sacred room.
On the ground next to the giant pool of water was a series of wax strips and scissors. Their purpose was simple: trim Yasmin's pubic hair to a classic bikini wax. After all, with the research and development into synthetic materials, it was only a matter of time before his chemists created lycra, and when that happened, he could finally make proper bikinis for his women.
Though he had been planning a honeymoon for some time, for him and his wives, Berengar had ultimately decided to wait longer than he had initially estimated. Why go to Granada in the summer, when they could go to the Caribbean in the winter, and enjoy a tropical paradise free from the cold?
In his mind, he could already imagine the appearance of his wives and their bikinis. He had something special planned for Yasmin, a micro bikini that barely contained her nipples and finely trimmed fur. After all, nobody could view his women on his privately conquered island, so he was free to dress them in as skimpy of swimsuits as he could imagine.
As for what Island he would set out to conquer to act as the home of the Royal Winter Palace, he had yet to decide. Though he knew he wanted a small island with a small local population that he could use as the bulk of his labor force in constructing the mighty palace which he planned to base off of the Belvedere Palace from his past life.
While he was pondering about these things, the door opened. As Yasmin snuck into the room, she quietly made her way over to her husband, who was sitting in the bath, and wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him on the cheek.
"I'm sorry for making you wait. Did you get started without me?"
Berengar chuckled as he heard his fourth wife's voice, before grabbing hold of her tan hand and kissing it gently. After doing so, he dragged her into the bath with him. That caused a tremendous splash. The woman rose from the depths of the pool with a smile on her face as she swam over and hugged her husband tightly, pressing her dark pink nipples against the man's broad chest.
It was at this moment she noticed the grooming tools on the side of the bath and giggled.
"You weren't joking, very well, if this is what you want, I don't mind entertaining you." After saying this, she climbed out of the pool and sat on the edge where she spread her legs, displaying her lower lips, and her natural bush to her husband.
Berengar chuckled as he gazed at the beautiful sight. After enjoying the view for a few moments, Yasmin teased him.
"Are you just going to stare the whole time, or are you going to get to work?"
The young Austrian King snapped back to reality with this statement, before grabbing hold of the wax strips he had prepared earlier. He carefully placed them around the areas that would form a classic bikini wax. After doing so, he gave his wife a fair warning.
"I've never done this before, so I don't know if it will hurt or not, so I am just warning you in advance."
In response to this, Yasmin merely scoffed before giving her husband permission to continue.
"I'm a big girl. I can handle a little pain. Go ahead, groom me. This is what you want, isn't it?"
Berengar smirked as he heard this. He did not hesitate and immediately ripped the first wax strip off of his wife's nether regions, causing her to yelp in shock. However, he gave her no reprieve, and quickly peeled off the rest, ripping out the hair in those areas from the roots. It was only after he was finished with the wax that he looked up at his wife's expression, to see her biting onto her fingers.
As a natural sadist, Berengar took a bit of pleasure seeing the woman wince in pain, however, he quickly drowned out that wicked side of his personality, before grabbing ahold of the woman's dainty hand and sucking on the fingers that she had bitten. After doing so, he smiled before reassuring his wife that the painful part was over.
"Relax dear, this next part won't be painful."
After saying this, he grabbed hold of a pair of scissors and began to lightly trim what remained of her pubic hair in order to ensure that it was clean and fluffy. After ensuring he had styled it to his liking, he cleaned the utensils in the bathwater before staring at his work with a satisfied grin. He held up a hand mirror to Yasmin's privates to show off the woman how it looked before commenting on it.
"I have finished, I must say, you are twenty times sexier now that I have groomed this area to perfection."
Yasmin looked at her own lower body with a bit of a flushed appearance. This was the first time she had stared at it so intensely. Even for a woman as calm and collected as her, it was a bit embarrassing. However, she had to admit; it looked better after being cleaned up.
It was at this moment that a vicious idea entered her mind. She quickly pulled her husband out of the pool of water and sat him down next to her before grabbing hold of the wax strips with a wicked grin on her face.
"Okay, since you have done as you pleased to my body hair, it is now my turn to groom you!"
Berengar merely smiled when he heard this. With a smug grin on his face, he accepted his wife's challenge.
"Very well, do your worst."
Upon hearing this, Yasmin did not dare to hold back. She would not stop until she had waxed every bit of her husband's body hair completely away. Only after it was complete did Berengar look in the mirror and nod his head.
He had to admit the clean shaven look was definitely the way to go. As for Yasmin, she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and kissed him gently on the neck before making a powerful suggestion to her husband.
"Now that we have gotten that out of the way, how about we have a little fun?"
Berengar smirked when he heard this before turning around and kissing his wife on the lips. After releasing his hold over the woman, he asked for clarification.
"Just what did you have in mind?"
Yasmin merely smiled as she led her husband back into the bath, where she had him sit on the edge of the pool. She grabbed hold of the body wash before spraying it all over her massive F cup breasts. Only after it was thoroughly soapy did she place her husband's long and thick shaft in between her twin mounds.
The young king was not expecting such a gift, and immediately moaned in pleasure as his wife used her ample assets to please him. She sucked on his tip as it slid in between her soapy breasts, forcing him closer to climax.
After several minutes of this treatment, Berengar could no longer contain his lust, and sprayed it all over his wife's face where it flowed down onto her substantial bosom. The woman skillfully licked herself clean before dragging her husband into the pool, and position him behind her. It didn't matter that she was several months into her pregnancy, Berengar had every desire to make love to her properly.
Thus, without a second's hesitation, he inserted his erect shaft into her slithering cave and ravaged his bride. Perhaps she was pleased with both of their groomed appearances, but the Granadan Princess appeared to be tighter than normal. Her walls clenched around him, forcing him to thrust in and out like a piston as he filled her up completely.
Eventually Berengar could no longer take the pressure, and released everything he had inside of the woman, as if he was trying to impregnate her again. After ensuring that every drop made its way into her womb, he pulled out and sank back into the bath, floating in the water as if he had achieved nirvana.
As for Yasmin, she fell to her knees, soaking in the steaming water, struggling to regain her strength after such intense pleasure. Eventually, the couple came together and properly washed themselves after such fierce physical exercise.
When they finally emerged from their bath, Berengar and Yasmin would witness the sight of two jealous brides glaring at their husband for sneaking off with the tanned skinned beauty. However, before they could even respond, Yasmin smirked as she walked off, leaving behind a single phrase to the envious girls.
"You will have to be quicker if you girls want to monopolize my husband..."
This statement instantly provoked the two young women, causing them to shift their collective ire from their husband to the Granadan Princess. Berengar gazed in awe at his newest bride's selfless sacrifice and made a mental note to properly thank Yasmin later for acting as a martyr.
As for the Moorish beauty, she simply smirked as she walked away. Not only did she have some quality alone time with her husband, free from these bitches' influence. She also made his life a little easier by redirecting their wrath towards herself. In doing so, she had certainly secured herself in his good graces. After all, she came from a polygamous culture. Unlike Berengar's other wives, she knew how to play the game of harems.
