Bathe in his Glory

Everywhere he went, Umbra was an imposing figure. Even in the privacy of his luxurious bathroom, he showed such a presence that the world felt smaller compared to him. Even when he simply let his hair down, took off his clothes and let them drop to the floor, every gesture was broad and confident; even when he washed his face in the sink, he did so as though there were a thousand people watching in awe.
Umbra stretched his colossal upper body and assumed his demonic form. In an instant, thick black horns spiraled out of his head, large black scales spread across most of his body, and wide dragon wings sprouted out from his back; a grandiose transformation, a staggering display of the slightest fraction of his power. There was only one other person in the bathroom, but Eel was worth at least a thousand people, and for him alone, Umbra would always put on the greatest show.
Eel had stopped rinsing himself in his little bath, and his sparkling eyes were fixed on his owner’s mighty muscles. At this sight, a calming warmth took over Umbra entirely: his expression melted into a bright smile, and he couldn’t resist giving him a gentle pat on the head before he picked up the golden tray and brought it with him to his own bath.

The pure, liquid magic started rejuvenating his tired body as soon as he got in. Few could survive the blinding touch of raw energy, and certainly not mere powerless humans; but to Umbra, bathing in the swirling colours of the night sky was a great way to relax and replenish his energy. It didn’t mix well with soap, sadly.
To Eel, his owner’s bath might as well have been bottomless. He had a great vantage point from the edge of the giant tub, but even from there he couldn’t see any lower than Umbra’s thick abs meeting the opaque galaxy-like liquid. It felt so deep, so inviting… He only realized he was halfway out of his own bath when Umbra’s rich voice echoed above him, calm but firm like a gentle order:
“Don’t touch a single drop of it. That wouldn’t be pleasant for you, even with my protection.”
Eel coiled back into his tub, upset that he didn’t get to play with his owner; but Umbra was quick to notice it. He dipped a fingertip in Eel’s bath, pressing his little human against the side and almost claiming the whole tub to himself. Eel was too startled by the sudden action to hug the finger as he would usually have done; but the movement of the wet finger between the titanic pecs, down the trail and into the plunging cum gutters distracted him enough that he didn’t have time to regret it. He didn’t notice Umbra’s free hand rising into the air until he felt the soapy water gather into one big drop around him, hold him tight inside with his head peeking out, and float in the air to Umbra’s motions.

Umbra watched the water bubble dance in the air to the rhythm of his hand, watched Eel splash about and try to playfully throw some water at his face, watched the droplets travel barely an inch through the air and fail to escape the microgravity of the bubble, watched the surprise and happiness on his little pet’s face when the water fell back onto him.
“You know, they have a phrase for that in French,” the giant teased. “L’arroseur arrosé.”
Eel pulled his arms out of the water and crossed them in protest. Magical antics, he was used to them, but French puns would have been worth a slap on the head for whoever wrote that. He had no time to pout, however, as Umbra drew the bubble over his powerful pecs and let it drop right in the valley of his collarbones. Eel found himself sliding down the wet path Umbra had traced earlier; the walls of muscle almost closed on him, but he slipped right through despite his attempts to hang on.

Umbra reclined more into his bath and let his mind focus on the funny sensation travelling down his skin. He made more water gather into another, bigger bubble right at the end of the improvised slide. The new bubble hissed harmlessly from being so close to the liquid magic — by the time Eel flew off Umbra’s abs and into the bubble, it was the perfect temperature.
Eel let himself relax and float in the hot water. Umbra was taking such great care of him, was letting him see and touch — admire and worship — so much of his glorious form, was showing him so much of his soft side; he felt at ease in his hands, he felt safe from the worries of the world. When the bubble rose up and gently laid him in the thick blanket of Umbra’s silky, luscious hair, he couldn’t help but yawn and curl up, making himself a cozy nest.
As he saw in the mirror Eel fall asleep in his purple mane, Umbra couldn’t help but let the most gentle of smiles run across his face.