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"Take off your clothes and lie on your belly, dove. You've had a long day and I have a mighty need to make it better."
He sucked in a breath, his slim fingers quick to obey. His large eyes had gone round and dreamy by the time he was spread out and bare.
Daega hummed appreciatively, sparks of pleasure warming her chest as she traced the long, graceful lines of his body and relished the knowledge that he was all hers. This bright, beautiful creature, who could talk books with Sercha and who loved her father's endless tales, who submitted to her and respected her enough to be honest with her—he was all hers. He hadn't even asked what she was up to, his trust was already so deep, and it humbled her utterly.
She leaned down, trailing kisses along his spine as she poured some oil into her palms and warmed it between her hands. "Your only responsibility for the rest of the night is to relax, and tell me if something I do isn't to your liking. Do you understand, my lovely?"
He hummed, nodding into the bed.
She smacked one of his asscheeks, making him jump. "Your words, Lenlethael."
She saw his cheek plump in a grin. "Yes, Mistress," he chuckled, her sex clenching hard at that term.
"Oh, Ilikethat. You'll be calling me 'mistress' all the time, now." She kissed and licked the nape of his neck, making him shiver, then began to work his muscles loose with her oiled hands.
She was thorough in her ministrations, carefully rubbing and kneading every muscle on the back side of him, drinking down his moans and sighs greedily. She worked him until his entire back was slick and shiny with oil, then had him flip over.
She was unsurprised to see that he was half-hard from her attentions, but as much as she wanted to coax that pretty cock of his to flushed and weeping, she wanted to finish her work first.
She started at his feet this time, digging her thumbs into the arches and the base of his toes, cupping his heels and gently kneading his ankles. She worked her way up each leg, his shaft twitching and filling the closer she got to it—but it was the only place she didn't touch. She skipped his groin entirely at first, massaging his thighs, his hips, even his belly, but leaving his cock entirely alone.
Once she finished his torso, her cunt slick and needy at the sight of his pale skin and pink nipples gleaming with the oil, his lips lax and parted, she switched to his arms, working her way from shoulder to wrist and then paying his hands the same attention as she had his feet.
Len was perfectly pliant now, utterly boneless beneath her, the only tension left his straining cock.
Alright, that was part one,she mused, licking her lips in anticipation.Now to have some proper fun.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A Whole New World
LEN
LEN DIDN'Tthink he'd ever been so relaxed in his entire life. Daega's talented hands had absolutely liquefied him, the boundary between his skin and the bed all but non-existent.
He was hard and hungry for her, but he had to admit that this was a wonderful luxury. It wasn't even just the physical sensation of getting the massage, though that was certainly excellent. No, what was really getting to him, moving him almost to tears, was the care and affection behind the gesture. It was a time-consuming and worshipful thing she'd done for him, meant entirelyforhim, to make him feel good, and he didn't know how to handle that much kindness.
He had begun to dream up ideas for how to return the favor, to show her he was just as invested in her, when her warm hands stopped their luxurious kneading and trailed over his arms, meeting over his sternum and digging into his chest until he could feel the scrape of her claws against his skin. It was the first time he'd felt them at all, and the sensation made him shiver and gasp. It was just enough pain to make the pleasure higher, sharper, and he tried to arch up, to get her to do it again.
She shifted on the bed, settling down by his hip, and he heard the sounds of her pouring more oil onto her hand and rubbing it to warm it. He was a little less languid now, his arousal starting to light up his nerves and make him antsy. Earlier, she'd hinted at more bedsport tonight, but so far she'd been perfectly clinical in her attentions.
Warm, slick hands descended on his hips, firm fingers massaging the root of his cock and making all breath flee his lungs. His eyes flew open, landing on the wicked grin stretching his wife's sensual lips. She didn't actually touch his cock, her hands kneading his pelvis instead, dancing agonizingly close to where he wanted her but never quite touching.
He could feel himself drooling precum, his arousal throbbing through him. Her hands dipped lower, cupping his balls and tugging them gently. He cried out, his head arching back even as his hips twitched up, desperate for more. "P-please, Daega," he gasped, not even trying to suppress the whine in his voice.
"Please, what, dove?"
He groaned, screwing his eyes shut. "I want—"
She tutted, yanking on his sac just a little harder, enough to jolt him but not enough to really hurt. His eyes flew back open. "Eyes on me, pet. Use your words."
He panted, trying to find the words that would satisfy the need roaring through him. He licked his lips, sucking in a breath. "I-I want you to fuck me," he rasped, his dick twitching up and smacking him in the stomach. "Please...mistress. I want you to use me, I want...I want you to make me come."
Daega beamed at him, pride pouring from her eyes. "That wasverygood, pet," she purred, leaning down to kiss him. "You've greatly pleased me." Her hand slipped down, tracing the sensitive skin beneath his balls, down until she was circling his hole with a slick finger. "Have you ever played with this before, dearest?"
He squirmed, his legs falling open as her slowly swirling finger sparked unexpected pleasure up his spine. "N-no," he admitted, "But…it feels good."
She chuckled darkly, putting pressure at the center of the ring of muscle for a moment but not quite penetrating him yet. "Would you like to try it?"
