Two more steps, and she opens the door. I see the standard rge chest almost always attached to a powerful woman. "Hello, wele; o relieve some stress?" I say, giving a hint of sexual feelings.

  "Yes, I was walking down this way yesterday but didn't see it avaible. I see now why that is. I believe that means the endings are limited," she responds professionally. More like she is here for a business meeting than having a herm massage every part of her and theien out.

  "Yes, I hope that is still ok. I'm very skilled with all parts of my body. You'll leave very rexed. A-up frustration will be gone." I promise, turning up the flirty uone. If someo her to figure out how good I am, she wouldn't be leaving based on how I talk to her, but maybe she would rex a little. How she is now would likely make for a poor time for both of us. There is a limit to hh they get after a massage, so it is a time that I somewhat enjoy the sex. So, I would rather not have someone who 't rex ruin that little joy if I help it.

  "I see. That is fine. Please lead the way. I paid yesterday; you should have the note for Lady Zhanu."

  "I have a note, but I'm sorry I 't read it. A helper is around the er, and I'll have her send a message asking about it. If she firms, you won't have to pay when you leave; otherwise, you'll o pay. Is that ok, my Lady?" I give a short bow at the end. I only hope she doesn't get mad. I don't know why Mistress doesn't do anything about me not knowing my letters. It puts me in dangerous positions like this. One Lady sent a fireball at me. I was so surprised I didn't dodge it, taking it in the chest. After I healed, I had to serve her for two days for offending her. I never got an apology from Mistress. I asked her to tell me about prepaid in advance or have someone around who read, but obviously, that hasn't happened.

  "Hurry, I'm already mad about having to wait a day. I don't enjoy being in this district."

  "Of course," I quickly turn and go past the curtain. There is always an orphao help with anything the ters need. She heard everything, so I just had to ask her to go and head back. Returning to the front, "Please follow me."

  We walk back to the room without talking. The clig of our heels is the only sound we hear. Her legs are a fair bit shorter, so her steps are faster. Mine are a bit louder with my extra weight, but both show the rge amount of practice we've had ihe soues me; I've found a direct e between women with outstanding practi heels and how toheir legs are.

  I start to exaggerate my leg movements to shake my ass and tail more. I don't have much time to get her at least receptive to the massage. I hate that ill doubt my touch. I've never had anyone leave without agreeing that my massage relieved their muscles. When the short walk through the hallway is plete, I open the door for the t and follow her in.

  "Would you prefer to be clothed or naked for the massage? Naked has the best results, but I still work through the clothing if that would make you more fortable. I have some shelves here where you pce your clothing. If you are ok with being naked, we also start with a rexing bath."

  "Naked is fihe bath would be nice." Still in the greater-than-thou tone, she holds out her hands, a motion for me to help her out of her dress. I start orings, loosening the dress enough to take it over her head. I carefully fold it and pce it oop shelve. Grabbing some soap while I'm here. My clothing is water resistant, so I don't o take it off to bathe the noble. I k the side and begin to wash her body. She rexes ih, making it easy to move her around to her thhly. I start on her feet and move up. I don't touy private areas, except her breast, during the bathing.

  "Would you like me to your hair?" her hair is much shorter than mine, barely reag her shoulders, so it wouldn't take too long to do a quick wash.

  "No, your hands are living up to the gossip," she says, finally in a friendly tone.

  "I'm gd I please you, my Lady. Then shall we get started orue massage and prove the gossip undersells my abilities?"

  "You best live up to that sve." She looks me directly in the eyes, causio look down immediately. I'm not supposed to look into the t's eyes, being a breeding sve and all, but I get a better uanding of how they feel when I do. This makes it easier to tell if I'm w the right spots, but if they aren't distracted or happy, I risk a problem like this.

  "I'm .."

  "Don't worry. I imagine you have a good reason to be looking where you shouldn't. Do a good job, and I'll fet about it. Otherwise, I will be extrag my dues." Her voice was still rexed, like a few moments ago, so it seemed I didn't offend her yet. She is getting up, so I quickly grab a towel and dry her off. There is a little magic around the small bath to help, so it only takes a few minutes for her to dry pletely. I lead her over to the table and help her up.

  "Are you ok with oils being used?"

  "Please."

  I grab a moisturizing oil and start on her calves. I work each muscle deep, f them to rex. I send some life magic through my hands to help with the soothing process. The Lady muffles the little moans my hands cause. Her muscles are powerful but exhausted, giving my life magic plenty to rejuvenate. I take my time on her legs, slowly making my way to her round ass. I work from the ihigh to the outside, bottom to top of her thighs after the calves. I'm starting to add a bit of my erotic toud arousal aura. I keep it to a meager amount for the backside to keep them rexed, but I start opening them up to the idea of me massaging the deepest part of them. This is the small amount of trol I get each day, so I've taught myself to near perfe.

  I hear it w as her moans have ged tone just a tad as I reach her plump ass. During the bath, I saw her rounded ears, and she had no other extra marks or body parts, so she's most likely a human. I start on her back, which truly he most work. Her back is lovely, and her muscles are solid and tohey feel fantastic as I work them with my hands. I work extra carefully on it, memorizing the feeling so I do a little dreaming ter. Her legs were more muscur than most, but legs are dull to toud wonderful to look at. Sure, thighs are fun to tease, but the bad chest are where the fun is to be had. So I put the most work into remembering how the bad chest feel. I picture the legs just from how people walk. So far, she has given me plenty of time to memorize her back; I just o hope I get the same time with her front. Then I have some beautiful dreams.

  She is moaning a lot as I work her muscur back. I think she has strength-type csses and probably uses a great sword. I like to dream a little with these types. I o make a good backstory, so I'm not just taking advantage of a body. I need a mind behind it to truly enjoy myself. I worked on her arms and found they were thick; she must be a fighter. My excellent sword dream may not be too far off. Her arms are just as sore as her legs. They're thiothing ridiculous as my head size, but probably triple the size of my arms.

  Doh her back, I help her flip over ao work on her feet. Here, I start turning up my touches to start arousing my t. Her moans are getting more and more sexually charged as I try to get her ready for me to finger her. I once again work from the inside of the thigh to the outside, sloroag my goal.

  "You've had a lot of practice. I'm just now notig the skill use." She moans out as I reach half her thighs. Her words surprise me. Most either never notice or don't care to say anything about it.

  "I"

  "Quiet, max it out. If I leave sexually frustrated, I'll have two things to punish you for. My bad legs haven't felt this good in years, and you've already got me horny. So be a good little girl and take responsibility for what you've started." Her breath gets heavy as I increase the mao my skills. I kept the same pace, ensuring the massage left all her muscles feeling perfect. When I reach her slit, I keep one hand there to py with it while the other starts ooned abs. The pn is to get the hand up to her breast and work both fully till she is ready, maybe get my mouth involved if needed. My left hand finds her clit and just starts teasing her. I keep a slow circle going. She'll likely asm before my right hand is finished with her abs, which is perfect. I attack her breast right as she starts ing down from it and hopefully push her to the sed one quickly.

  Her moans are loud and frequent. Theensed up and did her best to hide the asm. I move my left hand faster a my right to work on her left breast. My Lady must have sensitive nipples, letting out long moans as she gripped the table. I keep my thumb on her clit and start slipping my fingers inside.

  "Oh yes, yes, that is what I need. Hard, hard, please. Don't you dare stop!" Her first words after her asms. I'm more than happy to oblige. Using the extraordinary reay arms, I'm able to keep w her pussy and bend my head to her free nipple. One of her hands reaches the top of my head. I rex and wait for her to trol me by my horns. It never es. It isn't a new feeling, but usually, those are the older women or the ohat stay home. Instead, a warrior is petting me here, not that I mind. It is much better than someone trollih just one horn.

  It's a little unfortunate we 't go further. I'm pretty sure she would be an excellent partner, actually g about my pleasure. But orders are something I 't disobey, so I'll have to settle for dreams.

  Her moans are still ing through strong. I have three fingers inside and moving everything rough and fast. I decide to keep going as long as she is petting me.

  After a few more asms, her breath is starting to ge, so I begin to slow down. Her hand is now just resting on my head. I stop my right hand and just keep sug on her nipples.

  "Thanks for that. I didn't believe when she said you would make me want to have sex. you just rest your head on my chest?" She says in bliss.

  "I if you are ok with my horns." I don't get this request often. I love it, but the table height is wrong. It's too tall to be on my knees, so I must stand and bend over.

  "That is fine. I just want to pet your hair and face more, then off the oil."

  I move my head into position and try to enjoy her tou the aosition. The table is too tall to kneel, so I must bend at the waist or squat. I just bent at the waist and hope I move soon.

  We stay like this for a few minutes before she gets up. I quickly straighten out and head over to the towels. Returning, she has gotten off the table and has her arms out, making it easy to start wiping the oil off, giving me o ce to touch her breast, back, and ass. Once I finish drying her, I help her bato her dress.

  "Thanks. It seems I won't o punish you." Her professional tone is back. "You are correct about the gossip selling you short."

  "Thanks for the praise, my Lady. If you would follow me out." Bowing once more and turning, making sure not to look her in the eyes again. I open the door for her. She steps to the side as me bato the lead. The ritual repeats for the door to the entrahe orphan girl turns the er, gives a simple bow, aurns to her pce behind the current.

  "Sorry for causing the doubt. I hope you have a lovely night. I'm not w the floor tonight, but one of our irls could follow up on the work I've started, or tomorrow, I could show you what happens whehing is avaible." Now, ba my flirting voice, hoping to turn my dreams into reality. I doubt it will work, but a girl has to try.

  "I don't find the idea awful, but I don't have the time. This extra day has already put me behind schedule. Maybe in a few months." It's pure business mode.

  "I hope you make it work. You seem to work too hard and could use the stress relief more often. You'll do nobody any good if you hurt yourself." It is best to try to appeal to the business side of things if that is how she will take this—my st-ditch effort for another ce with her body.

  "I'll keep that in mind." She responds, the click of heels starting as she turns to the door. Ohe door closes, I sigh, returning to my station. Two and a half hours is about how long each session sts. Leaving me 2-3 more tonight, I'll have to do. Hopefully, they are as lovely as the st girl.