Chapter 157 – Massaging the Warrior

"Hey honey, it's time for the heat to go away," Shimmer says, shaking me in her arms. "Cuddle, and it will be over soon."

The heat abandons me quickly. The chill pushes me into Shimmer, looking for warmth. The steam disappears slowly as the heat leaves with Shimmer's mana. Her arms hold me tight against her body. Her humming returns to my ears as we wait in the water, holding on to what warmth is left.

After a few minutes, our shivering stops, and Shimmer lets me go. "You can turn around now," she says. "You need to get to Geta. She should be getting ready for bed now, and I think you'll want to walk in right as she finishes."

"Thank you, Shimmer," I say. "The bath was nice."

"I'm happy to share," Shimmer says. "Now you should get going. You don't want to leave the soft giant waiting." She gives me a soft slap as I move out of the bath.

In the changing room, Aurora has a robe and slippers ready for me.

"No need to get all dressed up. I doubt Geta will be expecting you in anything else," Aurora says, covering me up.

"Just like the brothel."

"No, my Lady. You are in slippers, and you do not have to do a single thing you do not want to," Aurora says. "If you want clothing, we can put it on. If you want me to join, I will. If you wish for her maid to join, you just ask. She can deny, but I doubt she would."

"What is expected of me?" I ask her. My wings getting set free with a touch.

"Nothing right now. Later, you will have a bunch of women who expect you to get one of them pregnant. But tonight, you have none, my Lady," Aurora says, tying the sash. "You could even walk past her room and go to your own bed if you wish."

"Promise."

"Yes, my Lady," Aurora says, taking my hands. "Now, there is no need to stall. Make a decision, and we do it ok."

"I'll go. I said I would," I say. I can just give her a massage, memorize her body, and see if I truly wish to roll around in bed.

"Ok, my Lady. This way," Aurora says.

We walk through the halls and through the halls. Staying on the first floor. Aurora stops close to where Isda's room is, I think. Gives a knock and steps to the side. "Lady Alzi is here," she calls out.

"You may enter," Geta says through the door.

"Have fun, my Lady. A maid will be close by if you need anything," Aurora says before I enter.

Inside, Geta is sitting on her chair. The room is standard white. Just a single suit of armor stands in the corner, making it different from my room. Well, they do promise that mine will be black.

A simple camisole somewhat covers the woman's body. The silk was sewn to tease the women's wives. Her tan skin peaks through. Thighs spread, asking for a member to slip past them.

Why do nobles have to be so pretty?

"I'm happy you came by, my dear," Geta says. "And I love the way you're looking at me. A dragon that thinks she can conquer a warrior. But first, I'm sure Aurora told you that there is nothing I can make you do. Tonight, I can not give you commands, Alzi. You will do only things you wish to do, and I will only do things I wish to do. You can't force yourself onto me, and I can't force myself onto you. We work together to make this a fun night. How does that sound?"

"I can do that," I say, taking her in. From her toes to her hair, she lets me see every muscle. Her massive chest gently rises and falls with her breath.

"Good," Geta says with a big smile. "How do we spend our first night together, Lady Alzi, my beautiful wife?"

"Strip," I say.

"Why don't you get me out of this? I know it isn't much, but this wife wants to feel your soft hands make me naked," Geta says, slowly rising from her chair. "I'm more than happy to strip you first. Untying that little robe. Helping it fall to the floor as I hold you unnecessarily close to me."

I give her a few nods as Geta approaches me. Her breasts bounce with every step as she tries to show off her amazing body. Her eyes locked with mine.

The first thing she does is take my lips. Softly biting my upper lip as, I get a taste of her. Her hands fall to my ass.

"Shimmer did a good job with your bath, it seems," Geta whispers. Her hands travel up the side of my body to the small knot Aurora barely tied. "You smell amazing and taste divine, my dear." It takes just a single motion to untie the front of the robe. My throbbing cock pokes out and wishes for a warm hole to hide in.

"You smell nice, too," I mumble.

"Thank you, dear. But I said I would strip you first," Geta says, her lips tracing down my neck. Firm hands move inside my robe, brushing past my breasts and up to my shoulders. Slowly revealing my front.

Geta's lips reach my collarbone, and the rough hands finally start to drop the robe off me. It slides down my tail before hitting the floor. Leaving just my toes covered by the soft slippers.

And part of my neck hidden behind the collar.

The soft silk of Geta's camisole slides over my skin as Geta aims to kiss every part of me she can reach while standing. Her powerful arms hold me close.

"Divine," Geta finally says, having kissed every inch of skin she can.

My hands sneak under her top and run over her abs up to her breasts. I make it to her hard nipples, then turn to her armpits.

Geta plays along and raises her arms so I can lift her camisole off. It's not the easiest way to take a top off, but it's a great way to let me put it on instead.

The size lets it sit over my wings easily. The soft silk feels amazing rubbing against my skin.

"Have something different in mind, my wife?" Geta asks me. "I will admit you look sexy wearing my clothing."

"I said I would strip you," I tell her. My hands return to her waist. My thumbs slip under her panties, and I shuffle them off. Slowly working down her massive thighs. She flexes the muscle, trying to keep her bottoms on. Her lips take mine again looking to keep her last bit of clothing on.

But past her knees, the panties drop to her feet.

"Get on the bed, stomach down," I command. "It isn't for sex."

"You don't have to do this," Geta says. "I have a number of ways to loosen my muscles if someone put you up to this."

"I wish to," I say.

"Thank you, my love."

Geta gives me one last peck before turning to the bed and slowly waking over. Doing her best to tease me with that stupid ass of hers. Making a show of getting into the bed and lying down. Doing everything she can to stick that ass out.

But in the end, she sinks into the bed and lets me begin my work.

"Do you have oils for this or something?" I ask. "Feels better normally."

"Is it ok if I call in my maid?" Geta asks. "She or Aurora will have some for us if that is ok with you."

"That's fine," I say. Why would a brothel whore care about being seen like this? This is more clothing than I normally have on.

"Enna, can you please join us for a moment?" Geta calls out.

"Yes, my Lady," Enna says. Walking in and standing by the door. "What do you need?"

"Oil for a massage, please," Geta says.

"Yes, my Lady," Enna says. A small bottle appears on the bed next to Geta. The maid gives us a bow before stepping out.

I finish the journey over to the strong woman, slip out of my slippers, and crawl over to her side. Geta and the maid didn't say anything about getting the oil on the bed, so it should be fine.

I repeat what I've done so often. But I leave the erotic touch off. Letting my calming touch, soft hands, and oil soothe the aching muscles.

Slowly, I move up from her feet. Careful to work each and every muscle, letting my mind build the perfect picture of the paladin.

Her body melts into the bed as I work up her legs. Her thighs take forever to work the knots out. Soft moans escape Geta's lip as I wash away the hours and hours and hours of stress she puts into her muscles. I don't shy away from her vulva. Letting my hands brush up against them as they work. But if she wants more, she'll have to convince me to do it.

Reaching her back is an achievement and promise of even more work. But I'm off my feet and resting on her soft bed. No belly to drag around this time.

Will they let me open up a shop for massages and healing? This is how I should have it set up if they do.

Geta's lower back is just as stressed as her legs. I can feel the years of hard work as I wrestle each muscle into relaxing.

"Fuck are you thorough, dear," Geta says when I finally reach her arms.

"I'm best in the capital for a reason," I say. "You also don't have a way to loosen your muscles."

"Oh, don't worry, dear," she moans out. "I feel my mistake now."

Her arms are no less work than her legs. I finish the last one and take a deep breath. Just another half to go. But this time, I get to play with her tits.

"Flip," I command. I'm happy I get to give commands, even if she doesn't have to follow them. There's no need to be nice.

"Thank you, my love," Geta says, rolling over. I scoot over to her, but she starts to get up. I dive over and try to force her back down.

"You just said I was thorough," I say to the stupid warrior. "How can I miss half your body. Sit still."

"If you insist Alzi," she says and lowers her body for me. I take one more moment to enjoy her breasts, then get back to work. My hands slowly crawl up her body.

Teasing her pussy as they pass by to her abs. Her moans cry out for me to stay longer, but I have more muscles to please and breasts to tease.

"Alzi, you are killing me with this. I want you so bad, but I don't want this to end," she cries out.

"Just hold still," I tell her, my hands almost ready to play with her fatty mounds. Just two more abs, tease her tits and finish her arms.

"Yes, my lady," Geta moans out.

My hands skim over her breasts, heading straight for her nipples. Geta fights back a groan as I take my reward. My pointer finger hovers over the perky nipples, and then I push into the soft flesh. My hand sinks in.

"Oh, dear, you better finish my arms," Geta groans out.

"Let me have my fun," I beg her, jiggling her mass around a little.

"I will, I will, Alzi," Geta says. "But are you going to take responsibility for teasing me so much?"

"How?" I dare her.

"I can't get pregnant, as you know. So why don't I slam you into this bed?" Geta suggests.

"I wouldn't mind," I say, giving her a little pinch.

"Shit, your hands are a demon," Geta moans.

"You thanked me for it," I say, my hand kneading her breasts.

"And I will again," Geta dares to say.