“Fuck!” she grunted as he dug his thumbs deeper into the arch, rubbing out the tension of the day’s walk with almost psychic precision. He knew exactly where to rub, and it was glorious.
After a few minutes moving his way back up to her lower back, he switched to the other side, again his hands sliding so close she had to wonder if he could feel the heat of her sex radiating between her legs. In short order both were feeling incredible, as if she hadn’t been on a long walk at all. He transitioned to her back once more, then her arms, pulling them, moving them as he wished, the long, sweeping strokes sending tingles to her fingertips.
Firm hands slid under her, cupping her body. “Relax. Let me move you,” he said as he rolled her to her back, her bare breasts taut with the cool air, straining and exposed for him to see.
More oil soon coated his hands, which he slid across her shoulders and clavicle, gently stretching and moving her body. Ella shuddered as she felt his hot hands glide between her breasts, pressing her firmly to the table as he massaged her chest, elongating the tight muscles and pressing farther down her belly, leaning forward over her until his hands stopped just shy of her pubis.
Ella opened her eyes and felt her mouth water at the sight of his manhood dangling in front of her face, just barely hidden by his loose trousers. She moved on instinct alone, arching her back slightly, the welcome heat and weight of his manhood pressing into her cheek for just a moment.
Draikis’s cock twitched, a sexy as hell pulse before he moved his hips away from her and drew his hands back up her body, grazing her nipples as he rubbed the oil into her chest before slipping his hands up the back of her neck, cradling her head as his fingers rippled along the base of her skull, loosening the last of her tension and making her head spin with dizzying sensation.
She was lost in his touch, the fire in her belly now blazing anew when he stepped back and dried his hands on a small towel. He took a clean sheet and draped it over her body, affectionately caressing her cheek, though just for a moment. Her clit throbbed harder, the tender gesture adding more to her arousal than she’d have ever expected.
Draikis seemed oblivious at first, but she saw his eyes flicker with something more, even if only for a moment. “There. Now you are ready. I’ll be back with the Skrizzit in a little while. For now, lay still and let your body re-center. Nap if you wish. We will have your runes applied after you’ve had some time to yourself.”
With that he turned and headed to the door.
“Thank you, that was amazing,” she called after him, her voice huskier than she intended.
Draikis looked back and actually seemed to blush a tiny bit, his violet cheeks darkening ever so slightly.
“It was my pleasure.”
The door closed behind him, leaving Ella alone in discombobulated silence. Her stomach was aflutter and her nipples jutting up hard to the sky. She grabbed her left breast, squeezing firmly, coaxing jolts of electricity shooting to her clitwhere her other hand had already slid, her fingers moving with desperate pressure as she sought release from the ache she’d suffered all day.
“Yesss,” she groaned. “Fuccck!”
Her pussy began to spasm and contract as the first wave of static buzzing washed through her body, a nerve-jangling rush of heat and tingles spreading from between her legs all the way to her toes, which started to curl hard as her orgasm forced its way through the lingering dull throb of her uncomfortably denied lady bits, the pleasure finally cracking apart the ache inside, replacing it with a blast of climactic fire that brought beads of sweat to her brow.
Ella rubbed faster, the small circles coating her fingers with her own juices as well as the heating oil from her massage. The combination made her nerves set aflame with sensation, ecstasy hitting her like the hot, wet kiss of a feral lover.
“Ohhhh,” she grunted, her abs tensing and legs quaking as her orgasm erupted through her.
Sound went muffled and her pulse raged, every beat of her heart compounding the bliss shooting through her body. Ella nearly convulsed from the intensity, her massaged and loose muscles locking hard before finally releasing, leaving her in a puddle of her own delight.
“Holy shit,” she gasped, breathing hard. “I needed that.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ella was up and dressed when Draikis returned a while later. With him was Elder Soparo, along with another man, this one different from the others. He had the same violet skin as the rest of the order, but with a completely shorn head. That bald dome, as well as the rest of his body, seemed to be covered with a far greater quantity of rune tattoos than anyone else from what she could see, and many of them were faintly glowing on top of that.
“Ella, it is good to see you in good health,” Elder Soparo greeted her. “I see you have not only healed but flourished under the attention of Brother Draikis.”
“He’s been a fantastic host. You all have. I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me.”
“It is our pleasure as much as our duty to see to the care of those in need. And you, my dear, were ever so in need.”
“Tell me about it.”
Draikis stepped forward. “Ella, this is Skrizzit Volkarian. He is recently back among us and will be applying your runes. He is the most skilled Skrizzit in hundreds of systems. You are in good hands.”
Ella felt a rush of what? Fear? Excitement? Whatever this was, she was about to get special treatment normally not afforded outsiders.
She gave the man a little bow. “It is an honor, sir.”
“You are right. It is,” he said with a huff. “When Elder Soparo asked that I apply runes to a burn victim, I did not expect to see one with their flesh so pristine and unscarred.”
“She is a quick healer,” Draikis noted. “A quirk of her race, it seems.”
