Behind the curtain

Obsidian lids fluttered over flame-kissed eyes while Lia expertly pulled soft grunts and groans from the young alpha, who had been carrying more stress with him than he'd realized. He'd known of Lia's talents when it came to massages—he'd experienced them firsthand before—but it had been some time since he'd been subject to to the handmaid's skillful paws. She worked him over like a pro, seeking out every sore spot or knot of tension like she had a map to his body. Gentle tremors ran through his body while she massaged him, putting him in a state of such bliss and relaxation with her wonderfully pleasant motions that felt so good and hurt in all the best ways. His head rolled as she manipulated his neck and forehead, a lazy, almost dopey smile of delight on his face.

He barely noticed Lia's paws hesitating around his ears, he was lost in such a stupor of pleasure. Even his breathing had deepened while she worked him like putty in her capable paws. Lia's sweet voice spoke then, catching Artorias' attention and bringing blazing amber eyes to open to the world once more. He craned his neck back a touch to try and gaze up at her the best he could. She offered him other ways to destress, and no longer the innocent or naive yearling he had been when he'd first met her, he assumed he already knew what she was referring to. Bushy black, blue, and ash tail flicked behind him a couple of times while he peered up at her, gauging her expression and trying to get a read on her. This was the third time now Lia had offered her form of physical relief to him, and part of Artorias started to wonder just how much of this was a sex slave still caught in her own past or how much was Lia's own secret desires?

"Lia..." Artorias began, voice soft, yet deep and rumbling, distinctly masculine and mature, no longer holding any of those youthful pitches he'd still had as an adolescent when they'd met. "You know you don't have to offer yourself like that anymore. I would never use you like a tool to relieve my stresses." Gazing backwards and up at her, seeing her inverted in his gaze, Artorias had to try and resist losing himself in those rich eyes that looked akin to smoldering embers of a fire. Lia was truly a beautiful woman, and were he anyone different, he would have taken her up on her offer in a heartbeat. But would he really have been as unscrupulous as her previous owners if he accepted what she was offering willingly instead of forcing her? Ah, but how did he know she was making these offers willingly and not as an expectation she still had for herself? Lia was a bit of a conundrum in that way to him.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Argent"