Chapter 149.X – The Massage. (Patreon)

Author's Note: Bonus content for $10+ Patrons! Trying something a bit new - A slightly more risque side-story. This is entirely optional content, my attempts at trying something a bit different. 

If this is NSWF or not really depends on your definition of NSFW

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“Yeah, sure, a quick massage, why not.” I said.

“EEee! Yes! Ok, lie down real quick, on your stomach.” She said, and I complied.

“Erm, hang on – tunic off.” Sunshine said, getting into her element.

I thought about it for a moment. I’d feel somewhat vulnerable without my tunic on, but at the same time, it was kinda hard to have a really good massage with it on. I stripped off my tunic, making sure to hold onto my badge, going down to just my smallclothes.

“Alright! Lay down here!” Sunshine said, leading me to a nice recliner. I laid down on my stomach, the recliner being contorted in a way that I could lay my face down without it pressing into padding, which was uncomfortable. Nor would I need to twist my head to the side, which interfered with a massage.

There were also cups for my breasts, far larger than they needed to be for me. Lying down on my stomach for an extended period of time wouldn’t be comfortable otherwise.

Sunshine started off by pouring a small amount of oil onto my back, then carefully rubbing it around. It smelled good, like lavender.

She then went to my shoulders, her lithe fingers working their way into my muscles, massaging and soothing. I slowly felt the brick-hard knocks in my shoulders soften under her tender ministrations as she gained confidence, as she leaned into it. I felt a warm glow start to spread through my body, pure bliss, as the tension fled.

Then, right before the massage turned to aching from over-use, she moved onto my arms, rubbing and stroking them in long movements. A small gasp escaped my lips as it just felt so good. She was absolutely using at least one skill on me – if not more – and just oh wow. Yes.

My arms loosened and turned to jello, and I just let them do whatever. In the case of my left arm, that meant falling down, my knuckles touching the floor. My right stayed up on the recliner.

Didn’t care. Felt too nice.

My neck was next, and I groaned in pleasure as she went up and down the next, reaching my scalp and scratching it lightly.

Yes- right there – yes, that’s the spot.

Nothing like a good itch being scratched. Bonus when it was someone else, who knew just the right spot to hit.

Then she was done with my neck, moving down my back, covering the muscles with broad sweeps of her fingers. Tingles were being sent through me with every movement, with every stroke. This massage would be first-class without magic being thrown into the mix, and with magic?

Bliss.

Sunshine worked her way down my back, then lifted all by one finger. She paused a moment, then trailed it up my butt, over my smallclothes. I said nothing, did nothing, and she took it as an invitation, kneading my ass with her fingers.

That caused an entirely different type of sensation to go through me, which were only amplified as she moved down to my thighs, squeezing them, fingers rippling over them.

I let a tiny squeak loose. I don’t know if it was at protest over what she was doing – or protest that she was stopping, moving down and away.

Then it was my calves next, taught muscle being gently teased apart, loosened. Physically reminded that it was OK to be relaxed.

I almost kicked Sunshine in the face when she got to my feet. I was more than a little ticklish.

“Not there I guess.” Was all she said with an amused tone. “Flip over?”

I could practically hear my heartbeat in my ears. I flopped over – half my muscles deciding they were on strike didn’t lend themselves to graceful moves. I locked eyes with her, as she poured a little more oil onto my abs.

A smile danced over her lips as she leaned in, her face coming towards mine. Closer to my lips. Slowly moving in. I was mere inches away from her as she started her work on my stomach.

Then jolted back as I headbutted her, howling in laughter.

“Oh stop, stop! I’m ticklish there!” I said, clutching my stomach as she stumbled back, holding her nose. She let out a few inventive curses.

“Anywhere else you’re ticklish that you’d like to tell me about?” She said, with amused annoyance.

“Armpits.” I promptly said.

“Well then.” She said, moving around behind me. “Let’s try this from a different angle.”

She started to work on my shoulders again, the great crossroad of tension in the human body, but instead of working down my back, she moved up to my face, carefully and delicately massaging my neck, my jaw, my temples and forehead. Muscles I only knew in the abstract existing loosening, singing their happiness at the state of affairs.

Then she worked down my front.

Bliss returned. Pleasure resumed.

A finger on each hand traced around my breasts, slowly threatening to tease upwards. It felt good, but kinda wrong. If I let her continue, one thing would lead to another, and I wasn’t down for casual sex. I was more of a “let’s have a few dates and think about having a serious relationship” sex type. A “sex with feelings” type.

Sunshine clearly knew her work, as her fingers trailed down my sides, performing delicate little swirls, making my body sing with joy. Somehow, heat and warmth flooded through me with those tiny touches, managing to relax me without even touching all the muscles involved.

I watched with no small amount of anticipation as she arrived near my pelvis. I was tempted. Oh, so tempted. I could see, imagine, that it would just feel so good if Sunshine just pushed a little, a hair. Maybe my views would change.

But no. She played it safe, skirting around the edges, her hand making it to my thighs again. She moved around me to my feet, before getting a good grip and continuing her massage, each squeeze on my legs sending a dozen different types of pleasure through my body.

I couldn’t help it. I let out a moan of pleasure.

Then, all too soon, she was done. Every muscle in my body was loose, happy, relaxed. I’d experienced a hundred different types of joy, bliss, and pleasure. I could barely move, I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want it to end, for it to be over.

Sunshine patted me and smiled, the self-satisfied smile of an artisan doing her job well – no, perfectly – and a happy, content customer.

I could get used to this!