Chapter 606: Massage [1]

[A/N: Guys I apologize for writing something like this... but I really wanted to write such thing between Aisha and Amon. Guess my emotions and body take over me. Sigh... well enjoy it for now... once Arnold and Amon goes on mission I don’t know how long they will be away from each other.]

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"Just sit in the cross-leg position," he said, voice low. "I’ll start with your shoulders first."

Sparring platforms they had chosen were separate with seats around the floor for people to watch. Of course it was empty right now.

So no one was here to question.

Aisha nodded and sat cross-legged on the soaring floor, her tall frame folding with easy grace.

The navy crop top clung to her, the fabric stretched taut across the heavy swell of her breasts, stopping just short of her navel so that a strip of firm, lightly muscled midriff remained bare.

Black trousers hugged the powerful lines of her thighs and hips; her boots rested neatly to one side.

Black shoulder-length hair with vivid red streaks fell around her face, framing the wolf-like black ears that twitched faintly at the crown of her head.

Behind her, the bushy, fluffy tail, black fur shot through with red curled loosely against the floor, the tip giving an occasional lazy flick.

Amon settled behind her, the heat of his body close enough that she could feel it through the thin air between them.

His hands came to rest on her shoulders, broad palms warm against the bare skin above the neckline of her top.

"Okay," she answered, the single word soft.

His thumbs found the tight bands of muscle that ran from the base of her neck out toward her shoulders. He pressed lightly at first, slow circles that worked the surface tension. Aisha’s eyes drifted shut.

The pressure was careful, deliberate, and a sound slipped from her throat. It was half sigh, half something else.

"Anh~"

Amon’s mouth curved. "I’ll put more pressure."

Seeing that she felt good, his thumbs dug deeper, finding the stubborn knots and rolling into them with force.

Aisha’s back arched almost involuntarily; the motion pushed her chest forward so that the heavy curves of her breasts strained against the navy fabric.

"Anhh~"

Another moan left her, richer this time. Her cheeks flushed. The flush crept down her throat, warming the skin just above the edge of her top.

Amon could see her chest, bigger and shapely. But right now he needed to focus on massaging her.

"Feel that?" he murmured, leaning in so his breath brushed the sensitive shell of one pointed wolf ear.

"You’re carrying a lot of tension right here." His thumbs worked in slow, firm strokes on her warm flesh.

Then slid outward along the slope of her shoulders, thumbs digging into the denser muscle while his fingers curled over the fronts, just grazing the upper curves of her breasts through the navy material.

She shivered. The tips of her ears flicked. Her tail gave a restless sweep across the floor, brushing against his leg.

"Mm... yes," she breathed. "It’s... good."

She was feeling much relaxed, she had never gotten any massage after an intense training before.

He shifted closer, knees bracketing her hips from behind. His hands moved lower, thumbs pressing along either side of her spine through the crop top, then sliding beneath the hem so that warm palms met bare skin.

The contact made her breath catch.

Her figure was sligtly sweaty, but to Amon it didn’t muttered.

He worked the muscles of her lower back with long, kneading strokes. Thumbs digging in while his fingers splayed across her sides, occasionally brushing the soft underside of her soft chest where the fabric had ridden up.

"Breathe for me," he said quietly. "In... and out." Mouth closed to her ear.

Since she was sitting in cross leg while he bracketing knees. He was able to speak near to her ears resting at top of head despite being shorter than her.

While she obeyed, chest rising and falling deeply.

Blush had crept her cheeks. She was also feeling little flustered and shy but each of his hands actions made her not to stop him.

Each inhale pressed her against his hands when they drifted higher again.

He returned to her shoulders, this time letting his fingers dip lower over the front, cupping the outer swells of her breasts through the navy cloth, thumbs circling the firm flesh in slow arcs that never reached the peaks of two mounds.

The pressure was still framed as massage—deep and professional. But the intent had slipped into something more intimate.

Here Amon really wanted to try his massage on someone else than Scarlett and Seraphina. He had tried on Seraphina as well, where she was all red but felt better at end.

He learned it from Scarlett, not knowing she taught him something which was leaning more toward intimate.

Since she enjoyed and loved his hands but never admitted at those time.

Aisha’s moans grew softer, breathier. Her head tipped back against his shoulder.

"Anh~ Amon.... you are actually good at this~"

The red-streaked black hair spilled across his chest. Her ears lay half-folded in pleasure.

The bushy tail coiled around one of his calves, the fluffy fur warm and slightly trembling.

"You’re very thorough," she managed a daggers voice.

"Well I do am, at first I also thought it was little to intimate but Scalett always said I was just overthinking. I should be practical."

He said but still as a man his eyes always darted to her flesh, her chest where fabric was cling to her sweaty figure.

His thumbs found the sensitive hollows just beneath her shoulder blades and pressed firmly.

She arched again, a low, involuntary sound rolling from her throat. The motion made her breasts jiggle and bounce.

"I will focus on your arms now."

He slid his palms down her arms next, squeezing the firm muscle of her biceps, then working the softer flesh of her forearms before returning to her torso.

This time both hands slipped fully under the crop top from below. Bare skin met bare skin.

Amon also told himself.’This is massage brother... control yourself... ’

But as a man who considered himself as bad man, controlling inner devil was too hard.

He massaged upward along her ribs, thumbs tracing the underside of each heavy breast from behind.

The navy fabric bunched above his wrists. .

Aisha’s breath hitched. "Amon..."

Amon’s hands stilled on her shoulders. He drew a slow breath, then spoke, voice carefully even.

"Do you want me to stop... or do you want more? You’ll need to lie down for the next part either way."

He shifted back, giving her space.

The warm, fluffy length of her tail uncoiled from around his calf with a soft brush of fur and settled against the floor.

Cooler air touched the skin where her body heat had lingered.

Aisha turned. Red eyes met his—bright, unreadable beneath the flush that still painted her cheeks.

The black-and-red strands of her hair framed her face; one wolf ear gave a single, faint twitch. She said nothing at first. Just looked at him.

Amon’s heart hammered against his ribs.

’Damn... it’s dangerous. This feels the same... on the island after training with Scarlett, while I gave her a massage... I used to feel the same. But now she’s my lover, so it’s fine. I felt the same with Seraphina too. I can do it since she’s also my lover. But I’m feeling the same for Aisha. Man... my dragon nearly awakened. I should stop. Knowing Aisha’s personality, she will also stop here.’

The thought had barely finished when her voice cut through it, a little embarrassed from the earlier moans.

"...Well. Okay. I will lay."

She shifted her weight, still watching him. "On front... or back?"