Lor's fingers moved deftly, unhooking her purple lace bra with a ease, the fabric slipping away to reveal her full breasts, pale and heavy, her nipples pink and already taut from his earlier teasing.

The cool air kissed her skin, making her shiver, her icy blue eyes fluttering as she bit her lip, suppressing a gasp, her sharp mind still trying to frame this as relief, not pleasure.

Lor poured more oil into his hands, the lavender scent intensifying, warming between his palms as he leaned over her, his hazel eyes glinting with barely concealed hunger.

His hands cupped her breasts, his palms gliding over the soft, heavy flesh, the oil making her skin slick and shiny.

He kneaded gently at first, his fingers tracing the curves, his thumbs brushing her nipples in slow, sensual circles, coaxing them to peak harder.

Ameth's breath hitched, her sharp face flushing, a soft moan escaping despite her efforts to stay composed.

Her nipples grew painfully sensitive under his touch, each flick of his thumbs sending sparks through her, her curvy frame trembling, her icy personality cracking further as the pleasure built.

"It's good?" Lor asked, his voice low, maintaining the wellness facade, though his cock throbbed at her response.

His thumbs pressed harder, rolling her nipples between them, the oil slicking his movements, making her gasp louder, her icy blue eyes half-closing as her hips shifted, her soaked panties clinging tighter to her folds.

Ameth's voice was strained, her sharp face struggling to hold its composure.

"hmm...yes," she murmured, her full breasts heaving under his hands, her nipples throbbing with sensitivity, the warmth spreading through her core.

She tried to focus on the idea of relief but the heat was undeniable, her body betraying her with every shudder, every soft moan she couldn't suppress.

Lor's grin widened subtly, his hazel eyes locked on her reactions as his hands moved lower, tracing her stomach, circling her navel with slow, teasing strokes.

"You're doing great," he said, his voice calm, but his pervert's glee surged as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her purple lace panties.

"These need to go too," he said, his tone steady, as if it were a clinical necessity.

Ameth's icy blue eyes snapped open, her sharp face flashing with hesitation, but her body was too far gone, the heat too intense to resist.

She nodded, her breath quickening, lifting her hips slightly as Lor slid her panties down her toned legs, the lace dragging over her skin, leaving her completely bare.

Her folds glistened between her thighs, slick with arousal, her curvy frame trembling under his gaze.

Lor started at her hips again, his palms gliding over the soft flesh, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just above her pubic bone, teasing without touching her core.

Ameth's thighs parted wider, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts, her full breasts rising and falling, her nipples still throbbing from his earlier attention.

His hands moved to her inner thighs, kneading the toned muscles with deep, slow strokes, his fingers inching closer to her folds, grazing the edges without direct contact, building the heat until her hips twitched involuntarily.

"You're so tense here," Lor said, his voice low, his hazel eyes burning with desire as his thumbs brushed closer, teasing the outer edges of her folds, the oil making her skin slick and sensitive.

Ameth's icy blue eyes fluttered, a soft moan escaping her, her sharp face cracking further as the pleasure surged, her body arching slightly, begging for more despite her resolve.

Her clit throbbed, her entire body a map of erotic points—nipples, thighs, core—each heightened by his touch, her icy personality melting under the overwhelming heat.

Lor's fingers finally slipped between her folds, brushing her clit with slow, sensual circles, the oil mixing with her wetness, making each stroke slick and intense.

Ameth gasped, her curvy frame trembling, her full breasts heaving as her hips bucked against his hand, her icy blue eyes wide with shock and pleasure.

"Lor…" she moaned, her voice breathy, her sharp face flushed, her resolve shattered as his fingers curled inside her, massaging her inner walls with a slow, teasing rhythm, his thumb circling her clit, pushing her closer to the edge.

"Looks like this massage is working," Lor murmured, his voice a low rumble, his hazel eyes locked on her reactions.

His fingers moved faster, curling deeper, his thumb pressing harder on her clit, the oil amplifying every sensation.

Ameth's moans grew louder, her curvy frame arching off the bed, her full breasts bouncing slightly, her nipples still sensitive, her thighs trembling as the pleasure built to a fever pitch.

Her icy blue eyes fluttered shut, her sharp face softening completely as her climax hit, a shuddering wave that ripped through her, her walls clenching around his fingers, her wetness soaking his hand, her moans echoing in the room.

Her curvy frame quaked, her blonde hair sticking to her flushed skin, her full breasts heaving as she gasped, the lavender scent mingling with her arousal, the room thick with heat.

Lor pulled back, his hands glistening, his lazy grin returning, his hazel eyes glinting with perverse triumph as he watched her tremble, her icy personality shattered in the afterglow.

He poured another drizzle of oil into his palms, the lavender scent intensifying, his hands warming it as he planned the next step.

"You're doing great," he said, his voice low and reassuring, though the edge of desire crept through, his hazel eyes locked on her flushed face.

"But the Light's not done yet. An erotic massage… it finishes with something else, something to complete the ritual."

He paused, his hands hovering over her hips, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin just above her pubic bone, coaxing a soft shiver from her.

"You need to stay on your back. I'm gonna do something… more intense. Don't mind, alright? It's what the Light wants."

Ameth's icy blue eyes snapped open, her sharp face tensing with a flicker of wariness, but the haze of her climax dulled her usual guardedness.

Her full breasts rose faster, her toned legs shifting slightly, the dampness between her thighs glistening in the lantern light.

"Fine," she said, her voice breathy but resigned, her sharp mind grappling with the ritual's strangeness. "You've already seen me… like this. What's even left?"

Her tone was grudging, her icy personality trying to reassert itself, but the memory of her shuddering release, the way her body had betrayed her, made her words falter.

She turned onto her front, her curvy frame sprawled across the quilt, her blonde hair fanning out, her full breasts pressed into the mattress, her body open to whatever Lor demanded next.

Lor's grin widened subtly, his cock throbbing as he climbed onto the bed, straddling her upper thighs, his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of her hips.

The oil glistened on his hands as he leaned forward, his lean frame looming over her, his trousers tight against his erection.

"Just relax," he murmured, his voice calm but thick with desire, his hazel eyes tracing the curve of her spine, the full swell of her ass, the toned lines of her legs.

He poured more oil directly onto her back, the warm liquid pooling in the small of her back, dripping down the sides of her hips, making her skin shimmer like polished marble in the lantern's glow.

His hands followed, gliding over her lower back, kneading the muscles with slow strokes, his fingers brushing the tops of her hips, teasing the sensitive skin where her ass began.

Ameth's breath hitched, her sharp face buried in the quilt, her icy blue eyes closing as the warmth of the oil and his touch reignited the heat in her core.

She tried to focus on the relief, the supposed wellness, but the sensation was too intimate, too charged, her body responding despite her efforts to stay detached.

Lor's hands moved lower, his palms cupping the full curves of her ass, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, massaging with a slow, sensual rhythm that made her hips twitch.

Her full breasts pressed harder into the mattress, her nipples aching from their earlier sensitivity, her toned legs parting slightly as the arousal built again, her icy personality struggling to hold ground against the pleasure.

Lor's cock pulsed, his pervert's mind reveling in her subtle reactions—the faint moans she tried to suppress, the way her hips shifted under his hands.

He leaned forward, his trousers brushing against her oiled ass, the contact sending a jolt through him as he poured more oil, letting it drip down the crease between her cheeks, the slick liquid glistening in the lantern light.

"I am stripping too now." he said as he unzipped his trousers, freeing his cock, hard and throbbing, the tip slick with precum.

He positioned himself higher, straddling her lower back, his cock resting against the slick, oiled crease of her ass, the lavender-scented oil serving as a perfect lubricant.

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