Chapter 38: Massage (R-18)
"Xavier! Um, come sit," she said, her voice soft but eager, patting the bed beside her. She sat back down, her busty chest heaving a little under the fabric, and Lucas caught it—couldn’t help but notice, really—but he kept his face neutral, nodding as he crossed the room.
He didn’t sit, though—just stood there for a second, looking at her, his hands tucked into the pockets of his loose pants. Nana fidgeted, her fingers twisting together, and then she spoke again, her voice dropping softer, almost a whisper. "How may I please you, Xavier?" she asked, shy but bold enough to hold his gaze, her cheeks flushing pink.
"Gods, I sound desperate," she thought, biting her lip, but she meant it—she’d been thinking about him ever since Selene’s stories, her mind spinning with what it’d be like to have him touch her, to feel what her friend had bragged about.
Lucas raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth. Straight to the point, huh? he thought, but he wasn’t about to jump in like that—not yet. "Let me please you first," he said, his voice gentle but firm, like he’d already made up his mind. He glanced around the room, spotting a low massage table pushed against the wall, its surface worn but clean.
"Over there," he added, nodding toward it, and Nana blinked, surprised, but didn’t argue. He wants to... what? she thought, her stomach fluttering as she stood, her legs a little shaky. She walked to the table, her sandals scuffing the floor, and climbed onto it, her tunic riding up her thighs as she settled in.
"Take off the outer stuff," Lucas said, his tone casual but with an edge that made her pulse race. Nana hesitated for a second, then nodded, her fingers fumbling as she tugged off her tunic, leaving her in just her thin inner clothes—a soft, clinging shift that barely covered her.
She lay face down on the table, her blond hair tied up in a messy ponytail, and Lucas stepped closer, grabbing a small bottle of oil from a shelf nearby. Let’s make this good, he thought, pouring some into his hands, the scent of lavender and something earthier filling the air. He focused for a moment, channeling a thread of Yin energy into the oil, mixing it with the erotic cultivation techniques he’d been practicing.
His hands tingled as the energy took hold, and he smirked to himself, knowing what it’d do to her.
Nana’s breath hitched as his hands touched her back, warm and slick with oil, starting at her shoulders and working down slow. Oh wow, she thought, her skin prickling under his touch. Lucas’s eyes flicked over her body, and he couldn’t lie—her shape was unreal. Her big breasts pressed into the table, spilling out a little to the sides, and they shocked him for a second, damn, those are something else, he thought, but they were beautiful, full and soft-looking.
Her ass was plump, not too big but just right, curving in a way that’d drive any guy nuts, and her whole figure—curvy, smooth, perfect—had him tingling with excitement. He hid it, though, keeping his face calm, his hands steady as he massaged her, working the oil into her skin.