Ameth lay on Lor's bed, her sleek blonde hair splaying across the worn quilt, her curvy frame illuminated by the lantern's soft glow.

The lavender scent of the body oil mingled with the room's herbal undertones, creating a heady atmosphere that wrapped around them like a fog.

Her sharp face was turned to the side, her icy blue eyes half-closed, her full breasts pressed against the mattress, spilling slightly from her purple lace bra.

The matching panties hugged her hips, the lace accentuating the swell of her ass, her toned legs stretched out, her skin pale and flawless in the dim light.

She breathed steadily.

Lor stood beside the bed, his hazel eyes darkening with a pervert's glee as he rubbed the oil between his palms, warming it, his lean frame casting a shadow over her.

His cock stirred faintly in his trousers, the sight of Ameth's voluptuous body sprawled before him igniting a familiar heat—he'd always been drawn to her icy demeanor and now, under the guise of the "Guiding Light," he had her vulnerable, nearly naked on his bed.

He kept his expression neutral, his lazy grin in place, but inside, his mind raced with how far he could push this "massage," turning the ritual into something far more indulgent for himself.

"Alright, relax," he said, his voice calm and reassuring, stepping closer, his hands hovering over her back.

"Start on your front—well, back first. Just breathe deep. The Light wants you to let go." He placed his oiled hands on her shoulders, his fingers firm but gentle, kneading the tight muscles there.

Ameth's skin was warm, smoother than he expected it to be, and as his thumbs pressed into the knots along her shoulder blades, she let out a soft sigh, her body sinking slightly into the mattress.

The relief was immediate—Ameth's sharp face softened, her icy blue eyes closing fully as Lor's hands worked down her back, his palms gliding over her skin, the oil making each stroke slick and soothing.

The tension from days of haggling at the market, carrying crates of vegetables, and dodging the noble family's shadows melted under his touch.

"That… feels better than I expected," she murmured, her voice grudging but honest, her full breasts shifting with each deep breath.

She didn't realize the erotic undercurrent yet; to her, it was just relief, a practical unwind after a long day at the academy.

Lor's grin widened subtly, his hazel eyes tracing the curve of her spine, his fingers dipping lower, massaging the small of her back with slow, circular motions.

His touch was a mix of firm and soft, the oil glistening like dew on her pale flesh.

He pressed his thumbs into the dimples above her hips, kneading deeper, his fingers brushing the edge of her purple lace panties, pulling a faint, involuntary sigh from her.

"Your lower back feels very stiff" he said, his voice low, keeping the tone wellness-focused, but his cock twitched at the soft sound she made, the way her hips shifted slightly under his pressure.

As his hands moved to her hips, gripping the soft flesh there, Ameth felt a subtle shift—the relief deepened, but a warmth spread through her core, her toned legs tensing slightly.

Lor's fingers dug in, massaging the muscles with firm strokes, his thumbs slipping under the lace edge just a fraction, teasing the sensitive skin without acknowledgment.

Ameth's breath hitched, her icy blue eyes fluttering open for a moment, but she clamped down on the sensation, attributing the heat to the oil's warmth, the massage's intensity.

"It's… helping," she said, her voice strained but controlled, her sharp face hidden against the quilt, her full breasts pressing harder into the mattress as she arched subtly.

Lor thrilled, his hazel eyes darkening as he moved to her thighs, his oiled hands gliding over the toned flesh, kneading the muscles with deep, slow strokes.

His fingers pressed into her inner thighs, brushing dangerously close to her purple lace panties, the fabric dampening slightly as the warmth built.

Ameth's breath hitched, her icy blue eyes closing again, but she held back any sign of the growing arousal.

The heat pooled, her hips twitching as his thumbs circled higher, teasing the crease where thigh met ass.

"Turn over," Lor said, his voice steady but laced with a subtle hunger, his hands lingering on her thighs as she complied.

Ameth hesitated, her icy blue eyes meeting his for a brief, searching moment, but she rolled onto her back, her blonde hair fanning out, her full breasts straining against her purple lace bra, her nipples hardening visibly under the cool air and his gaze.

Her curvy frame was on full display, her toned legs parted slightly, her purple lace panties clinging to her hips, the faint dampness between her legs betraying the growing heat.

Lor poured more oil into his hands, the lavender scent intensifying as he started at her shoulders again, his fingers gliding over her collarbone, brushing the tops of her breasts.

Ameth's breath caught, her sharp face tensing, but she kept her expression neutral, her icy personality a shield against the rising arousal.

"This… this is the massage?" she asked, her voice grudging, though her full breasts rose faster, her nipples peaking against the lace.

"Yeah," Lor said, his voice calm, his hazel eyes dark with appreciation as his hands moved lower, massaging the sides of her breasts, his thumbs brushing the lace edges, teasing without direct contact.

His touch was firm, his fingers kneading her ribs, then her stomach, circling her navel with slow strokes, the oil making her skin slick and shiny.

Ameth's icy blue eyes half-closed, a soft sigh escaping her, the relief blending with a deeper warmth, her hips shifting slightly as the heat pooled lower.

Lor's cock hardened in his trousers, his pervert mind reveling in her subtle responses—the way her thighs pressed together, her breath quickening—as his hands moved to her hips, gripping the soft flesh, his thumbs dipping under the waistband of her purple lace panties, massaging the sensitive skin there.

"Feel that?" he asked, his voice low, keeping the wellness facade.

"That's the stress leaving."

Ameth nodded, her sharp face grudging, but her body betrayed her, her legs parting slightly, the dampness between her thighs growing as his fingers brushed closer to her core.

He moved to her thighs again, his hands gliding up from her knees, kneading the toned muscles with deep, slow strokes, his thumbs pressing into her inner thighs, inching higher with each pass.

Ameth's breath hitched, her icy blue eyes fluttering, but she held back any sign of arousal, her sharp mind clinging to the idea of relief.

The heat built, her purple lace panties darkening with wetness, her hips twitching as his fingers brushed the edge, teasing without touching.

"mmhm...," she murmured, her voice strained, her full breasts heaving, her nipples straining against the lace.

Lor'sglee intensified, his hazel eyes locked on her reactions, his cock throbbing as he spread her thighs wider, his hands massaging closer, his thumbs grazing the lace-covered folds.

"This is where things get intense," he said, his voice a low rumble, his fingers slipping under the lace just enough to brush her clit, sending a jolt through her.

Ameth gasped, her icy blue eyes widening, but she bit her lip, suppressing the moan, her body arching slightly as the arousal she'd ignored surged.

His hands moved up, massaging her stomach again, then her breasts, his palms cupping them through the lace, his thumbs circling her nipples, the oil making the fabric translucent.

Ameth's breath came in short bursts, her sharp face cracking with a faint moan, her icy personality faltering as the pleasure built.

"This… this is part of it?" she asked, her voice breathy, her hips shifting, her purple lace panties soaked.

"Yeah. This is the erotic part of the massage," Lor said.

He kept his voice steady, his tone reassuring, masking the heat surging through him, his cock straining against his trousers as he watched her sharp face soften, her icy blue eyes fluttering with confusion.

His thumbs pressed a bit harder, circling her nipples through the lace, the oil making the fabric cling, her full breasts heaving with each breath.

Ameth's icy blue eyes half-closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips as the warmth spread, the relief blending with a strange, building heat she couldn't quite place.

It felt good—too good, perhaps—but her sharp mind clung to the idea of it being another perverted ritual of Lor's.

She nodded slightly, her blonde hair shifting on the quilt, her curvy frame sinking deeper into the mattress.

"Okay…," she murmured, her voice strained but trusting, her hips twitching faintly as the sensation from her nipples radiated downward, a subtle ache forming between her legs.

Lor's grin was hidden in the dim light, his pervert glee intensifying as he felt her nipples pebble under his touch, the lace growing transparent with the oil, revealing the pink peaks beneath.

"It'll help more without the bra," he said, his voice matter-of-fact, his fingers sliding to the clasp at her back.

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