Legends of Belariath

Ceirad`Chmi and Zarias

The Bathhouse

Ceirad`Chmi steps into the bathhouses, her leather clad feet silent on the smooth floor. She looks around with careful deliberation, taking note of the location of all doors and windows, and of any occupants in the room. Her hands are clasped behind her back, the dark skin contrasting with the crimson leather. Her purpose and expression are mostly hidden behind her tooled mask, but her lips are curved in a light smile.

A few paces away from the main entrance stands a man clad completely in body-covering red robes, holding a light traveling staff with his cowl down about his face. He is speaking to some nondescript elf garbed in a plain blue robe, and is gesticulating mildly with his free hand. The woman nods, then smiles and bows, exiting the baths and passing by Ceirad`Chmi without even a first glance.

The man left behind shakes his head a single time, muttering something to himself before he turns towards Ceirad, his face concealed much like hers, only he seems to be regarding her without the use of his vision. After a few moments, he simply says, “Good day, my Lady... a newcomer to these lands?”

With a tilt of her head, the Sheykan Ranger affects the manner of a curious red bird. Her eyes shine violet from behind the mask as she regards his hidden visage. “Somewhat new, Honored Stranger. You work here?” Her hands remain clasped safely behind her back. She does not wish to appear aggressive toward this man who has the commanding manner of one in position. She looks him over quickly, assessing the craftsmanship of his robes and speculating what might lie beneath.

He turns completely to fully face the stranger, the lower portions of his face showing the faint smile that graces his lips. With a soft snorting chuckle, he replies, “No, I do not... I came here to relax and perhaps spend some time away from my duties. If I may, what about yourself?”

He leans lightly on his staff, his shoulders appearing to be slightly hunched, though it is more likely a minor trick upon the eyes due to his clothing. Both hands rest upon the wooden shaft that he uses for support, his eyes are likely resting upon her... but the cowl denies any proof of that. After a moment, he says, “I am Zarias... may I have your name as well?”

Nodding at his simple explanation, the quiet woman lets her eyes continue their slow journey across his form. As he finishes speaking she looks up and would make eye contact if she could actually see his eyes behind that shadow. What has he to hide? Perhaps the hunch is a disfigurement and there is more of such that he is hiding.

She shakes her head a bit, answering his second question first. “My name is Ceirad`Chmi.” The name seems to roll off her tongue with a practiced ease. There is no question of the truth in her words. “I came for work. Massage.... “ She trails off for a moment then speaks up again quickly, “You... need massage? Help relax?” Her common is by no means perfect, but not too bad.

The mage considers that for a moment, his weight shifting from left to right slowly as he simply considers her offer. After a moment, he says, “That does sound to be an attractive offer... I am very weary from many days of work and a massage would be a welcome switch. Very well, Lady Ceirad`Chmi, I accept. Shall we away to a private area of the baths?” He removes one hand off of his staff and looks to the smaller, personal bathing areas, looking ready to depart in that direction. “If your massage is well performed, which I very much hope it will, then I will certainly put in a good word for you.”

With a slow nod that seems almost like a bow, the quiet Sheykan steps forward, preceding him to the private bath. Her steps are silent, the soft leather almost plush against the smooth flooring. Her steps are easy and light, a both natural and practiced grace. She steps into the private bath indicated and removes her cloak and weapon, standing in wait, her arms bare to the shoulder. She makes note of the location of the massage oils on the low shelf on the wall, as well as the soaps and sponges.

The sorcerer steps into the private area a few moments after his new Sheykan acquaintance does. His cowled face 'studies' the room for a moment, and then with an approving nod, his robes shift and shimmer, melting away from his body and reforming as a simple band of cloth around his neck. He is left with only his silken pants from this, and he leans the shaft of his burnt oaken staff against the wall. Gazing over the woman with his glass-like green eyes, he takes a small moment to examine her body structure as well as any of her dark skin that is exposed. Then, with a nod, he says, “By all means, Lady Ceirad`Chmi... or would you prefer simply Lady Ceirad? Where or how would you have me? Standing? Lying upon the table? I confess my entire body is in need of tending... but if one area needed to be focused on, it would be my upper back. But you are the expert here... I trust your discretion.”

With that he fell silent, his bare, smooth chest completely uncovered, his pale skin an awkward contrast to the deeply colored robes he wore. His body is wiry and tone, but definitely not a hulking mass of muscle. Pushing a pen instead of a sword leads one to strength of mind... not of body.

Standing patiently in wait, the Sheyka does not avert her eyes from the magical unveiling. Instead, she simply clasps her hands behind the small of her back. The action presses her moderate breasts more tightly against the suede leather that restrains them, pulling slightly at the lacing on the side. She tilts her head, once more evoking the image of a curious bird. Her exposed flesh, what little there is to be seen, is as black as any Dark Elf, smooth and unlined by scars or disfigurements.

She nods once, and then indicates a high table with the graceful sweep of her hand. “Please, be comfortable. Call me what you want. I am no Lady.” Her full lips curve upward in an almost seductive smile. She makes no elusion to the fact that she's far from expert. She's hoping that her attention to detail and dexterous touch will make up for her lack of experience. Only time will tell.

The mage nods slightly, moving to the indicated table and sitting upon it. Once settled, he shifts his body and swings his legs, lying fully upon the table upon his chest. Folding his arms to make a resting spot for his face, he turns his head to face her, watching her every movement, not with mistrust, but with interest.

Once comfortable, he says, “Lady Ceirad it is. Though you may not consider yourself to be, I simply wish to be polite. Now then... I am well settled, please, by all means begin.” He falls silent once more, and then decides to add as an afterthought, “And if you feel the desire to ask me anything about the surrounding territory, by all means do so... it is the least I can do for you, all things considered.”

Taking up a bottle of oil from the shelf, the Lady Ceirad steps forward. The viscous amber liquid is cool as she pours it into her hand. Her voice is a bit softer now as she stands above him. Sensing the mage requires some sort of chatter to fill the silence while she works, she asks simple questions. “Where do you work?” She is simple and straightforward, having no need for dancing around subjects or mincing words. She rubs the oil between her palms to warm it, the oily sheen darkening her flesh to an inky blackness. She leans over slightly, her hands finding their way to the flat of his back, just above his shoulder blades, hiding beneath the flesh. The warm path of her hands trails downward slowly as she locates each of the separate muscles by tactile investigation, storing away their configuration within her mind that she might better address his body's needs.

With a released sigh, the wizard tenses slightly at the initial contact of her hands, his back muscles knotted and tight, his body refusing to allow him even the simplest of comforts without a fight. As her hands begin to drift downwards, he becomes more aware of the oils she uses, the texture of her skin, the strength in her hands and the restraint she was thus far using. He did wish this massage rather badly, for his constant stream of work had not given him the time to spend seeing to other things, especially in regards to his slave Jade, whose face he saw in his mind's eye for a brief moment, knowing that she had done similar massages for him in the past...

But this was a completely different person, and would likely prove to be a completely different technique as well. Attempting to relax and unwind was paramount at this point, and the Sheykan woman had not even begun her task. This either did not bode well for his physical condition, or that they were in for a rather long session. But she had asked him a question, simple words, but with a myriad of answers. To keep things simple but still expound upon it, he spoke.

”I work and live at the Tower of Magic that has come to be known as Unigo... It lies approximately five miles to the northeast, jutting from the forest like a sword of white marble. It is there that all manners of beings that have chosen to wield magic eventually wind up in within these surrounding lands. I am the Guild Master there... and I serve High Guild Mistress Katarein, the 'Goddess of Magic', as she has been most commonly termed.”

The smooth glide of her hands reverses direction, returning once more to their starting point and higher to his shoulders. Once there, they begin a firm address of his muscles' needs. It is true her strength is held in check, but the massage could never be termed 'gentle'. She knows a firm pressure is the only way to work the tension from the tight cords.

He hazards a brief glance over his shoulder to not only watch her work, but to also gaze upon her dark skinned form. Settling his head back to where it was before, he says, “Do you fancy any usage of magic yourself, Lady Ceirad?”

She hesitates a moment before responding, concentrating on her hands duty, grateful that her nails are short, lest they pierce the man's skin... Zarias, Guild Master. She ponders the implications of the title in her silence before responding. “I know... few spells. My strength is elsewhere. Do you get... lonely in your tower?”

Her imagination has little to work with, having never seen this phallic white tower and she imagines him much like a fairytale damsel, isolated and imprisoned in a tower of magic. This Goddess must be cruel to lock him away so.

At the application of firmer pressure, the man releases a heavy moan of pent up relief coupled with a mild twinge of agony, his back creating small popping sounds as her hands 'attack' the rigid muscles of his upper torso. Evidently his call for her to focus upon that area of his body was not ill placed, and his arms slip from their 'cushion' like stand to spread and dangle off the edges of the table he lies on. With eyes half-lidded, his mind processes her question. Through a few moans, through gritted teeth, he murmurs in a husky voice, “Sometimes, yes... there are days when I see no one... there are days when my work consumes my attention completely... simply four walls and my desk until it becomes the place where I sleep...” His words come slowly, requiring several breaths as his back writhes in the duality of relief and strain from her vigorous massage... but through it all, he makes no effort to pull away, for it is exactly what is required... and he is enjoying her company as well as her methods.

Ceirad`Chmi tilts her head over his back as she works steadily lower. The pressure of her hands is firm, but very controlled. She's known her strength to wound and thus tempers it to a more subdued force. She hmms softly to herself for a moment before responding, her left hand pauses as the right focuses on a particularly stiff muscle. “Do you enjoy your work or is it a chore?”

Zarias rolls his shoulders lightly in response to her hands, feeling their obvious power, and his mind remains alert to any potential danger... she is still a stranger... and he knows not what might happen. “Both... there are certain aspects of my job that I take great pleasure in... But it is all my responsibility... it is not for me to complain no matter how boring it may be.”

The woman stills for the briefest of moments. She can feel the underlying tension... something deeper than muscles. Her voice is soft, almost monotone, a rich alto. “And who will complain if you do not?” She continues the massage, her thumbs pressing into the flesh to either side of the mage's spine.

I'm not quite sure what you ma... hnnnn... that was a rather sore spot... mmm... I'm not sure what you may mean, Lady Ceirad... who would complain about... what?”

”Is that too firm?” She gentles just slightly, but continues to work out the stiffness of the muscle. “Who will... stand for you, if you do not stand for yourself?”

”Oh... no, that was quite fine... it does take a rather firm application of pressure to actually relieve the muscles long term, rather than just making it into a sensuous petting...” He considers her other question for a moment, then says, “Oh... well, in that regard, I stand upon my own two feet, as it were. In regards to my work... I am alone.”

Ceirad`Chmi returns the extra bit of pressure she'd so recently eased. Her hands work that muscle loose, and then continue to slide lower. While the movements from place to place could possibly be described as sensuous petting, the more serious touches most certainly could not. There is pain mixed freely with the pleasure of relaxation. “Do you not have even apprentices?”

Zarias grits his teeth a bit as the breath is practically forced from his body, both soothing and wracking sensations filling his body as he murmurs, “No... not really... students... unnrr... are asked to set their own pace... only when they... mmmrrrgg... need actual instruction do they come to me.”

A slight upturn of her lips answer his mixed response. She hopes she's doing all right.. massaging a human certainly isn't much different than massaging anything else, really just a matter of finding the muscles beneath the flesh. Her hands glide to the base of his spine, just below the waist, working the muscles to either side. The oil is slick and warm now between them. “.... when you are... lonely... you do not have friends?” She seems unsure of the wording she wants, her voice slightly hesitant now.

Zarias feels his body shiver just slightly, involuntarily as her hands move down lower than what he is used to... indeed, hands upon his buttocks is quite foreign for him. But he remains collected enough to respond, “I have friends.. but I do not see as many of them as often as I would wish...”

The oil offers no resistance or friction as her palms cup the slight curve of his ass cheeks, her thumbs working along the edge of the crevice, though not actually parting it. Her voice and expression are bland, as if she is unaware of any transgressions currently taking place, or likely to if she continues along her steady path. “Why not?” She isn't nosey, merely curious to the whys and wherefores that drive this man of position.

The mage shifts slightly, as if trying to move away from her hands subconsciously, though he remains in place, unsure exactly of what she intends to do. Her question also sparks a myriad of thought from him, and he begins to think upon it, letting his mind wander a bit before he says, “My duty is to my employer, my responsibility to the people I teach and manage and watch over.. my time is quite.. limited.”

Ceirad`Chmi nods thoughtfully, her hands stilling as she feels him pull away. She waits, wondering if she's done something to vex him. Her head tilts the side, but, when no reprimand is issued, she reaches for the bottle of oil, tipping a small amount into her palm. She works it between her hands, then returns them to his buttocks. “Seems important enough to make time, but perhaps I am less than skilled in such.”

”I.. sometimes wish there were more of me to allow all those I care for and love to not feel neglected.. but I am simply one person.. it is.. difficult. And troubling. But I simply do what I know I must do.” His eyes close and he sighs.. not of pleasure or pain this time.. but of longing, yearning.. and a bit of frustration.

Ceirad`Chmi takes deep, even breaths. “It is a difficulty, to be certain.” The motion of her hands seems to match the smooth rhythm of her breathing as her palms cup his buttocks as the thumbs massage deeper, just between his cheeks, on either side of the puckered anus.

Zarias releases a soft yelp, feeling her fingers probing towards an area of his body that has never actually been touched by any other being before. He turns his head to look over his shoulder, one hand instinctively rising and pooling an orb of grayish tinged wind. With a rather surprised, though not hostile, voice he rasps, “Wha.. what are you do.. doing?”

Ceirad`Chmi stills, looking up suddenly. Her violet eyes are wide and surprised behind the mask. She glances at his raised hand to assess the threat before meeting his gaze. Her look is open in that moment, unguarded. Her voice is pitched and she blinks a bit, “I.. massage.. wrong?” Her head tilts in silent question as the surprise ebbs away, leaving only the uncertainty and apprehension. She does not wish to displease this man, stranger, mage, Guild Master. She was merely doing as she thought would ease him to relaxation.

”...I... that was a massage?” His hand lowers, the swirling bolt of stunning magic dying away. “It was... very usual, Lady Ceirad... no one... has ever actually attempted to lay their hands or anything else upon that part of my body... I'm sorry, I reacted without much thought... though I wonder what sort of massage that would lead to...”

Ceirad`Chmi has not removed her hands from their place on his backside and she holds them extremely still. That's one thing she's learned in her years as a hunter, stillness. Only her lips move as she speaks, her eyes remaining on his, wishing to convey her sincerity in those multi-faceted depths. “You have been neglected. I will show you, if you like... Stop if you dis'prove... “

After a brief pause, Ceirad`Chmi tilts her head, eyes bright behind the scarlet, delicately tooled mask. She questions with that look, not wanting to proceed without his consent. The Guild Master looks at her for a very long moment, as if trying to decide something, not whether or not he trusts her, for if he wished her dead it would likely be no effort for him, but whether or not he would actually gain pleasure from this. Ellena tried so many times to get him to do certain things along these lines, and every time he'd refused. He makes a small growl that is self-directed, then says, “...I almost feel like changing my form to that of a woman for this.”

The silent hunter blinks. She wasn't actually aware that such things were possible. She stiffens slightly, her mind racing. Was he.. she.. a woman in disguise as a man? She lets her brows furrow, unaware that her every emotion writes itself in her eyes, authoring a diary of thoughts in violet quill. “If.. that is your wish.” Still, her body has not moved.

”...I... hrng... I will allow it this one time.. but I will certainly say something if I find that the procedure... mislikes me.” He trembles slightly, his legs very slightly parting upon the table as he starts to breathe a bit quicker, though not by his own desire, but his body's anxiousness.

Ceirad`Chmi offers him a brief nod and there is a gentle warmth to her eyes that was not present a moment before. He trusts her, it seems, and that pleases her. She has no friends here... though... she has met one... he could hardly be called a friend. She pushes these thoughts aside. It is not her job to make friends. Her job is to please men. She sets back to her work, her thumbs gently working deeper. One hand slides higher up the crevice, while the other lowers. Her thumb caresses the anus with a light pressure while the fingers of her lower hand seek out the soft flesh behind his groin, massaging deeper and finding the length of muscle that rests, soft and flaccid in wait. The fingers spread to straddle the muscle, stroking it from either side in a firm, even rhythm. Her breathing once again falls to the deep, measured breath, her body exhaling completely before inhaling again.

Zarias closes his eyes tighter, trying to relax though his muscles start to clench involuntarily, his body doing its best to hold still at his mind's insistence, though it takes him time to adjust to the sensations. As he feels her thumb rubbing against that guarded, puckered ring, he breathes out quietly, “more oil... use more oil...”

The dark-skinned ranger attempts to suppress the light grin at his pleading words. Her hand leaves his ass. The air is warm and steamy in its place, offering no chill. The oil dribbles directly against his pink flesh, running down the crack to pool against her lower hand where it is massaged into his flesh. The bottle is set down again with a light tap and her hand returns, rubbing the oil into the anus. The oil's scent is heavy in the air, but not unpleasant.

The quiet grips the edges of the table rather harshly, his knuckles turning slightly white as he realizes that this is going to be as slick and easy as it will get.. though he still wonders how this will relax him, considering how tense he is just at the start of things. However, his analytical mind begins to ponder the benefits of an unknown experience, and he simply breathes, “go... slowly... I may jerk...”

Ceirad`Chmi hasn't even attempted to penetrate the tight little blossom of flesh. She can't help but smile now and the sound of it shines in her gentle tone. “You must relax. You are tense. I will not hurt you.” Her lower hand continues to massage the submerged length of his shaft where it resides inside his body as her thumb strokes in gentle circles. “Does it not feel nice?”

Zarias does not answer with words, his mind trying to deal and cope with this, and the implications of it. However, his body slowly unwinds at the gentle probing rubs, his shaft starting to come 'awake' as the warmth of her hands and the oil so close and near his sensitive skin adds an extra flair of the erotic. His shoulders slump as he lays flat upon the table, making a single nod as way of response.

Ceirad`Chmi makes a soft, cooing sound in her throat, a sound of pleasure. It is all that precedes the deepening of her touch. As his body becomes pliant and accepting beneath her, the thumb slides in, just up to the first joint. The length is less than an inch and much thinner than even a man's index finger. She pauses there, letting him become accustomed to the new sensation. Her breath is exhaled in a long, low sigh, cleansing and almost meditative.

Zarias elicits a small growl, one hand coming off the table's edge and clenching down, balling into a tight fist as he senses the ridiculous ease at which her digit slid inside him.. and it seems as though every single nerve were fixated upon the penetration, his mind reeling as he takes in the new information. He simply slides his legs a little further apart, his cock starting to stiffen from even the faintest hint of a pleasurable spark trickling through his mind.

Ceirad`Chmi begins to move her thumb in a small, circular motion. She moves it no deeper, merely curls it against the pulsing muscle of the rectum. The action is like a massage, a very specific and proprietary massage that encourages his body to unclench. The sensations are unfamiliar though, far different than anything felt before. The hand behind his groin adds a counterpoint of strength and stability in it's regular, even strokes, firmly milking the hidden shaft.

Zarias feels a small shudder move up his spine, starting low in his back and making its way to his left shoulder, causing the muscles to twitch and spasm. As the feeling winds away, he lifts his hips up very slightly, the feeling of his hardening shaft becoming more and more uncomfortable for him as he tries to alleviate the pressure. His breathing starts to mellow and even, her thumb's rotation and the oil that slickens its progress finally allowing him to unwind his tightly bound nerves and actually enjoy the feeling with a bit less fear.

The amateur masseuse makes silent note of his uncomfortable shift of position. She doesn't stop her motions, nor alter them in any way as the muscle thickens and hardens beneath her touch. She leans in slightly, careful to prevent the motion from jarring, it is smooth and gentle. “Need to roll?”

Zarias releases a small, pent up sigh and then nods. “Yes... it... it is very odd.. I've never had... anything... thrust into me before, even gently or a small object...” He lays his body completely slack, letting her direct him as she needs. She slowly removes her thumb from his anus and uses the hand to guide his hip to roll onto his side. “Is this comfortable? or more?”

He shakes his head once his shaft is no longer pinned down. “This.. is fine.. thank you.” Ceirad nods, continuing to massage with the one hand, her pace unchanged as her now free hand trails the length of his leg, lifting it as she does. She tucks his leg under her arm in such a way that it supports the limb, keeping his legs parted, comfortably. Her thumb returns to its post at his anus, repeating the gentle caress before probing within once more.

Zarias drops his head to the table and closes his eyes again, his body both tense and relaxing at the same time, his muscles tightening against the intruder even while he wills them to allow it access, his now-oiled shaft coming fully erect from her soft strokes. He moans quietly, his hand laying flat against the table before him, but he refuses to allow himself to watch her ministrations just yet.

Ceirad`Chmi works the soft pad of her thumb against the tightening restraint of his anus in smooth circles. The oiled palm of her hand cups his balls as the shaft is trapped between the first two fingers of her hand. As she strokes, a gentle pressure is created against the warm flesh of his delicate jewels. Ever present is her commitment to gentleness and her soft, quietly amused smirk. She keeps her eyes respectfully averted from his face, instead, choosing to watch her own hands.

Zarias feels his leg jerk a bit, though not remotely hard enough to dislodge her grip. He rolls his head upon the table slightly, his fingertips digging against the unrelenting surface as he drinks deep of this simultaneous stimulation, his muscles relaxing enough so that she could slide more of her finger within him, should she choose to.

As she feels the flesh relax around her thumb, she slides it free, only to be replaced again quite smoothly with the press of her middle finger. It's slightly thinner than her thumb and has no difficulty finding its way into his warmth. She strokes gently there, sliding in short steps until it is buried to the second knuckle, the middle of her finger. Pleased with his acceptance of her touch, she adds her index finger, the two digits stretching him just a bit wider, but not painfully so. The oil and massage have loosened him sufficiently that he would feel a tightness, a fullness, but no pain.

Zarias releases a harsher gasp at the new sensations, his relaxed body allowing it, but his back arching slightly from the feel of having warm, firm objects penetrating him deeper and deeper. He begins to chew upon his lower lip, not wanting to fight or even acknowledge his fear.. but there is a single spot of apprehension that remains, though he combats it. As her fingers continue to fill him, he can't help but moan in pleasure, his cock being so wonderfully tended to only adding to this newfound enjoyment.

The girl seems to have forgotten the original goal of full body relaxation as her fingers spread within him. They seem to mirror the movements of her other hand, outside his body, the two working in tandem to pleasure his erect and responsive cock from the inside and out. Her own breath is slightly less controlled and her tongue glides across the full flesh of her midnight-hued lips, rewetting them where they have dried from her panting breath.

Zarias moves his 'trapped' arm forward above his head, both hands now gripping at the table and his body writhing and moving as her fingers stroke and stimulate him. His cock throbs hotly in her hand, his vulnerable ass at her tender mercies as he gives in to the feeling for now, deciding to take them to their logical conclusion, his guard dropping enough to allow himself to admit that this is not nearly as bad as he had feared for so long, though he knows that he would never want to share this with a male partner... or other similarly shaped toys from a woman, but this is not overtly sexual and he tells himself over and over that... it's a massage... just a massage.

The fingers in his ass continue their gentle persuasion, her thumb of the same hand massages opposite from the outside, playing against that hidden strength. Her hand encircles his shaft, fingers reaching around to meet thumb as she milks his cock in a firm, pulling grasp. Her breath catches briefly in her throat before she remembers to exhale, the sound sharper now. Her breath returns to an even keel.

Zarias starts to grind his teeth slightly, his eyes opening as he now watches her ministrations upon his body, his cock starting to feel those familiar building sensations as she drives him quite expertly towards climax. But the fingers that probe and penetrate his ass make him somewhat reserved, as if his mind wants the feeling to last longer, so that he can take all from it that he can, exploring into a new experience with both eyes open. With a soft voice, he murmurs, “..it.. it does feel.. good.. I hadn't expected it to...”

Ceirad`Chmi lets her fluttering gaze stray to his, her smile slight and soft. She never seems to smile with her whole mouth, but there is no doubt to her sincerity, the light in her eyes more than proof enough that she is pleased. Her hand eases up along the length of his cock as she strokes in steady rhythm. The thumb of the hand moves slightly, stroking now at the head of his cock. The fingers within him, hugged by the snug, heated flesh, increase their pace, matching that of her other hand. “I am glad that you enjoy it.” Her own words are husky, breathy and unsupported. The insistent, urging nature of her touch encourages the low throbbing that she feels building inside the root of his cock.

Zarias watches her movements for several moments, the dark glistening flesh of her hand sliding around his white, pillared phallus, but he knows that he is unable to simply fight back this flood of sensation forever. He manages to resist once or twice.. but finally her continuous pumping rhythm and slick, warm hands are more than enough for him to resist. But, as his body starts to squirm mildly in the throes of his impending release, he simply breathes out, “I.. I'm going to.. almost...”

The virtual stranger turns her face to place soft, dry kisses along his inner thigh, just above the knee, her response a whispered breath against the flesh. “Relax... let go... “ She exhales deeply, her fingers wiggling against his hidden flesh, creeping deeper. She's unable to suppress her own low moan, empathizing for his building pressure and imminent release.

The quiet mage shudders once, gasps.. and then feels the sensations burn through him as his cock begins to pulsate just before his essence flies free, releasing jets and spurts of his cum, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he fights to remain in place, his hands gripping the edges of the table once more, his hips making small bucks as he uses her hand as though it were a warm, tight vaginal passage, his orgasm sending forth his seed.. landing wherever she may direct it.

Ceirad`Chmi gently releases her fingers from his ass, letting them slip free in one quick motion. Her hand continues its stroking, making no effort to alter the spurting release from its destination against his groin and belly. This is, after all, just a massage. As his quivering subsides, so does her stroking. Her own body trembles with suppressed arousal as she watches his seed spill across her dark hand and his white belly.

Zarias pants softly and slowly unwinds, his eyes opening to take in the scene as he feels the hot fluid of his own cum splashed against his pale skin. He pulls and tugs at his held leg a bit, his ass feeling a bit of burning relief at being vacant once more. With a small voice, he says, “that.. was quite a.. 'massage'.”

The shy ranger blushes, the ebon flesh of her cheeks warming with the heat of it as she lowers her gaze once more. Her voice is still slightly breathy, “I.. apologize. I had not intended.. “ She steps back, releasing his leg and hiding her soiled, glistening hands behind the small of her back. He slowly sits up, his eyes inspecting what happened and then with a small wave of his hand a tracing of a tiny rune, his body is Cleaned of his own seed. “It.. it is all right, Lady Ceirad.. I very much enjoyed that.”

Ceirad`Chmi nods deeply. She seems not surprised by his use of the spell.. that's one of the few she does know. Instead she peeks up from behind the concealing mask. “Would you wish for me to continue? Or are you sufficiently relaxed, Lord Zarias?”

”...I.. well, that is difficult to say. I very much enjoy such ministrations, Lady Ceirad.. and it is not often I get to enjoy the, shall we say.. more platonic aspects of physical contact,” he says.

Ceirad`Chmi furrows her brows beneath the mask, but the expression is reflected in the quiet confusion of her eyes, “I'm sorry. I know not the word 'platonic'.” She focuses on keeping her breathing calm and even, more than just a bit aware of the thick cream that is beginning to cool against her hands where they are hidden behind her back.

”Oh.. it means contact without the presence of sexual touch.. what you began as a massage.. though.. did turn out to be far more than I had originally.. anticipated. A welcome surprise.”

The girl-woman nods again, the blush warming her to her rounded ears. “What is your wish now, Lord Zarias? My services are at your disposal.”

”Well.. that depends.. what are your 'services'?”

She tilts her head, “I would do what you would wish, Lord Zarias. It is my... calling.. to please men.” She isn't quite sure what to say, honestly. She's very new at the business of being a courtesan.. not quite a prostitute, but not quite a girlfriend to the men that she serves.

Zarias arches his brow. “Well, you have done so quite admirably thus far.. though I wonder what sorts of limits you would place upon your.. 'pleasuring' of men. You are not a slave, so such things do not apply to you. I am not asking for your body, you realize.. I simply wish to know what you are offering before I state anything.”

Ceirad`Chmi smiles... just barely, her tone low and seductive now, naturally, without pretense, “For you, Lord Zarias? I would offer all of my body.” She lists no limits, for she knows none. Despite her seeming worldliness and 'expertise', she's really quite naive to the darker side of 'humanity'. She's only recently ventured forth from the woods where she grew to womanhood in relative peace. She knows men's bodies, but not their minds.

”Truly? I see.. that is a very generous offer, Lady Ceirad.. though I would caution as to whom you extend it to. These lands can be rather.. harsh, at times, and many would seek to take advantage of something so freely offered. If you wish to remain free... be on your guard.. even around someone such as I. Gaining a person's trust is sometimes easy.. and betraying that trust even easier.”

With a mumbled acceptance of his words of advice, the Sheyka ranger-turned-courtesan files that little tidbit away for re-evaluation later. Her grasp of common is still lacking in some respects. “Perhaps... I could ... come to your tower. I could ease your loneliness and your shoulders. I could come often...” Her eyes are bright as she looks up to his, eager, but reserved. She doesn't want to seem as if she is desperate.

The deal is struck. Ceirad`Chmi casts a quick and clumsy clean spell to remove the sticky ejaculate from her hands, though a desire to lick them clean nags at the back of her mind. Applying fresh oil to her hands, the Sheyka returns to her previously arranged task, working the knots and kinks out of the mage's body, finding it somewhat less tense than when the task began and finishing quickly and without event.

As the robe reforms around his lithe body, the mage turns toward his new acquaintance, “Do not forget your promise to visit. I would enjoy your touch, but do not always have the privilege of leaving the tower.” She nods once, hoping not to appear too eager, “Of course, Lord Zarias.”

Hoping to become gainfully employed, Ceirad reminds him upon departure to put in a good word for her at the bathhouse. She stays behind to replace the oil on the shelf and use a clean spell twice more, once for the table and again for her hands, before exiting the building herself.

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