[Schnee Mansion]
Behind a folding screen, in the massage room, Willow Schnee prepared herself calmly.
She removed her clothes without hurry, letting them fall to the floor piece by piece, revealing her mature body: wide hips, firm thighs, generous, high breasts that had not lost their shape despite the years.
She kept only a light undergarment before wrapping herself in a towel and stepping out from behind the screen with confident strides.
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Next to the massage table stood the boy who, in theory, would be her masseur. He remained standing, posture straight, expression relaxed, and a calm smile on his face as he watched her.
"Ready for your massage, Mrs. Schnee?" he asked politely.
Willow snorted as she walked closer. Her hips swayed naturally with every step.
"You'd better know what you're doing. I'm not in the mood for a bad massage," she complained.
Without ceremony, she removed the towel and let it drop onto a nearby side table, leaving her body completely exposed in front of him.
The boy did not hesitate to lock his gaze onto her breasts, without the slightest hint of shame or any attempt to hide it.
Willow noticed immediately.
She registered the shameless reaction, weighed it for barely a second, and chose to ignore it.
She positioned herself face down on the massage table. Her breasts flattened against the padded surface, and her ass gave a small bounce as she lay down.
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The boy remained composed. He took a bottle of massage oil, pouring a generous amount into his hands, rubbing them together as the liquid warmed.
"You don't need to worry..." he said with a soft chuckle. "Just leave everything in my hands."
Willow closed her eyes. Her breathing was calm when she felt the first contact.
His hands settled on her back gently, without applying pressure right away. It was a careful touch, almost evaluative. His fingers moved slowly across her skin, following the line of her spine, detecting tension, stiff areas, loaded pressure points.
Willow immediately noticed that those hands did not feel like a typical masseur's. They were harder, firmer, with the roughness of someone used to combat or intense physical labor.
Even so, the sensation did not bother her.
On the contrary, the feel of strong hands against her skin was unexpectedly pleasant, and thanks to the oil, his hands glided easily over her back, leaving behind a trail of comforting warmth.
Willow decided to let him continue, at least a bit longer, to see what he was capable of.
He did not disappoint.
The pressure increased gradually as the real massage began. His thumbs dug in with precision, and Willow let out a low moan.
"Hmmm... much better."
His hands worked in wide, enveloping motions, traveling from her shoulders down to her lower back, stopping just before reaching her ass. His fingers lingered there for barely a moment, marking the boundary, brushing against it without crossing the line.
The treatment was rougher than she had expected.
And she liked it.
Heat began to spread beneath her skin as the initial tension slowly melted away. Her thoughts drifted, loosening at the same pace as her body. Her breathing deepened, falling into rhythm with every firm movement of his hands.
He worked both sides of her spine evenly, using his thumbs to draw slow lines along the muscles. He pressed into the right spots, squeezing and releasing again and again without breaking his rhythm.
Willow's reaction was almost unconscious.
Her body began to relax completely. Her shoulders loosened, her neck gave in, and she let her full weight sink into the table, allowing herself to fully enjoy those firm hands roaming over her back. The built-up tension slowly faded, dissolving under the steady pressure.
Willow was genuinely enjoying the massage.
Or at least she was, until her eyes opened in surprise when she noticed his hands moving lower, leaving the line of her back to settle on her legs, on her thighs. His fingers squeezed firmly, kneading flesh with strength, very different from the earlier work, rougher and more direct.
"Mhmmm..."
A moan slipped out before she could stop it.
Willow closed her mouth immediately, startled by her own reaction. She felt a slight jolt, an uncomfortable mix of embarrassment and sudden awareness of her body.
The boy stopped kneading, but he did not pull his hands away. He stayed there, making small movements with his fingers as he lifted his gaze toward her.
"Did you say something?" he asked, his voice steady and calm, without a trace of awkwardness.
A faint heat rose to her face. Willow did not turn to look at him. She kept her cheek pressed against the table, using the position to hide herself.
"It's nothing..." she murmured after a second. "I was just wondering if it really needs to be done that hard."
He nodded, though she couldn't see it.
"Of course it does," he assured her, returning to his work.
His hands moved calmly upward to the edge of her ass. His fingers barely brushed it, a brief, light touch, before sliding back down as if nothing had happened.
"Don't worry. I'm a professional."
Willow was certain she heard a small laugh at the end of his words.
She didn't comment as he poured more massage oil into his hands. This time, he went even lower. He rubbed gently between her thighs, spreading the oil with slow, deliberate movements.
His thumbs began to massage the inner part of her legs, an especially sensitive area for Willow.
Her body reacted before she could think.
Unconsciously, she spread her legs a little wider, giving him room to work. His hands moved dangerously close to her cunt, still covered by a thin layer of fabric, though the moisture was already visible, marking the entrance with a faint stain.
Willow's legs trembled slightly.
She felt embarrassed and faintly aroused, like a teenager with out-of-control hormones getting worked up over something as simple as a massage.
She silently thanked him when, after spending some time focused on that sensitive area, he pulled back, giving her a moment to breathe. A moment that didn't last long.
Without moving away from her, his hands slid back up to her cheeks, settling firmly as he kneaded her ass with confidence.
"MHMMM..."
Willow's entire body shuddered. She forced herself to keep her composure, reminding herself that this was just a massage, that there was no reason to overreact.
At least until she felt him undo the knot of her underwear.
Her eyes flew wide open. Alarmed, she lifted her head slightly and reached back, catching his hand before he could continue.
Before she could say a single word, he spoke first.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." he apologized in an apparently sincere tone. "I suppose I should have mentioned it earlier, but I'll need to remove your underwear."
He chuckled softly. His smile was unmistakably predatory.
His fingers danced over Willow's ass, leaving behind an insistent, teasing tingle as they traced along her skin.
Willow wanted to stop him. She truly did.
But that tingling sensation was far too convincing. And not just that. The lingering feeling between her thighs, right where he had been massaging her seconds before, completely undermined any attempt at resistance.
She bit her lip hard before resting her face back against the table, granting silent permission.
She didn't resist when she felt him slide her panties down, exposing her cunt. The fabric slipped away easily, revealing a thin string of fluids clinging to it, shamelessly betraying her arousal.
He saw it and simply smiled at the small, glistening strand, giving it no further comment. He took the panties and tossed them aside across the room.
Now, with Willow's cunt fully exposed, he didn't hold back.
His hands returned to her, one on each cheek. His fingers sank gently into her soft, warm flesh, gripping her with confidence.
Willow waited for a massage... that never came.
Instead, he squeezed hard. He kneaded her ass, clenching and releasing again and again, repeating the motion unhurriedly, clearly enjoying the way her skin yielded beneath his fingers.
This wasn't a massage. If Willow had to describe it, she would say he was playing with her ass, indulging in it.
She wasn't naive. She knew exactly what was happening, and by that point, she wasn't opposed to a massage with a happy ending.
She let him continue, surrendering to the rough treatment.
He wasn't subtle. He squeezed her cheeks harder, spreading them slightly, shamelessly exposing her cunt. He used his fingers to part her lips, studying her wet interior with focused attention.
"Looks like this part really needs some attention," he mocked.
Without waiting for an answer, two of his fingers began to rub at the entrance of her sex.
Willow writhed slightly under the contact.
"Mmhmmm..."
Every brush, every caress against that sensitive spot made her grip the table harder. Her fingers tensed, clinging to the edge as her body reacted.
A playful smile spread across her face as she gave in to the sensations.
The pleasure intensified when his fingers stopped rubbing and began to push their way inside her. She was tight, wet; her vaginal walls closed around his fingers immediately.
He started with slow movements, sliding in and out carefully, testing her, feeling how she responded to each small thrust.
"Are you enjoying your massage, Mrs. Schnee?" he asked with a polite smile.
"Or do you need me to pick up the pace?"
Barely finishing the sentence, his fingers began to move much faster.
They plunged in and out with force, not giving her time to adjust. Fluids started to spill out in greater amounts, soaking his fingers and staining the table beneath her.
Impressed by his roughness, Willow lifted her face from the table. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her lips parted, her breathing uneven.
"Mmhmmm... keep it like that..." she moaned. "Don't you dare stop... don't stop."
She begged him, repeating it over and over, her voice breaking as her body trembled beneath the relentless rhythm of his fingers.
He didn't let her down. He kept the pace, thrusting in and out hard, never losing intensity.
With every passing minute, he could feel Willow drawing dangerously close to the edge. Her walls tightened with increasing pressure around his fingers, trapping them insistently, reacting more and more desperately.
Willow's hips began to shake, moving on their own, betraying just how close she was. She was right on the brink of orgasm, breathing heavily, completely surrendered.
But he didn't allow it.
Without warning, he stopped his hand and pulled it out entirely.
Willow was left with her hips half raised, her body tense, needy, confused, yet still aroused by the lingering emptiness inside her.
"Why did you stop? Ahh...!" she tried to ask.
Her words were cut off when he pressed his mouth to the entrance of her cunt. His tongue invaded her sensitive core mercilessly, roaming hungrily inside her. At the same time, he grabbed her ass firmly, lifting it, settling her legs over his shoulders until she was in the perfect position while he devoured her like there was no tomorrow.
"AH... AH... AH... AHH, FUCK!" Willow screamed wildly, burying her face into the massage table.
Her body tensed and relaxed uncontrollably, losing any remaining composure. Her cunt released gushes of her juices, soaking him, and he took it all without pulling away, driving his tongue even deeper between her folds.
"Oh God... oh God... oh God..." she repeated over and over, feeling like she was in heaven.
It was the best oral she had ever had. Her body felt completely open, savoring every invasion of that skilled tongue, every calculated movement that pushed her further.
"Yes! Right there!" she growled, knowing she couldn't hold on much longer.
Her body was overstimulated, shaking uncontrollably, begging for more. Then he brought one hand to her clit, massaging it with fast movements while he kept eating her out.
Willow knew with absolute certainty that she would either lose her mind or pass out if she didn't come right then.
And she did.
Her body went rigid.
"Ahhh!" she cried out, convulsing in orgasmic spasms as a generous amount of her juices spilled directly into his mouth. He accepted it eagerly, not pulling away, holding her firmly until the very end.
Willow's orgasm was intense, longer than any she'd ever had before. Her body twisted several times before finally starting to relax. He didn't pull away until she stopped trembling completely. Only then did he withdraw his tongue from her and let her fall back onto the table.
Her ass gave a small bounce as it hit. Her breathing remained ragged, her chest rising and falling with difficulty.
Willow forced herself to look at him.
"That was... really good," she said, panting. "I truly needed that..."
She smiled genuinely, completely forgetting her bossy attitude.
He wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
"You shouldn't relax, ma'am," he said with a light laugh. "We're not done yet."
That only confused her further when, with surprising strength, he rolled her over on the table, leaving her on her back.
"Your massage isn't over yet," he whispered, leaning closer to her chest.
His warm breath brushed over her nipples, making them hard instantly.
"Looks like these bad girls need to release some stress," he commented, sticking out his tongue and slowly licking the tips of her breasts.
The moment she felt that soft, warm tongue, Willow's back arched immediately, seeking more contact.
"Oh..." she gasped when she saw him take one of her nipples into his mouth.
He began to suck on it, playing with his tongue, alternating suction with small circular motions that drew an immediate reaction from her. At first, Willow didn't know how to respond. She kept her eyes open, watching him devour her breasts.
No one had ever done anything like this to her before. Not even Jacques.
And that was despite him having been fairly open to certain requests... at least before he stole control of the SDC from her, of course. After the birth of their youngest daughter, he had simply refused to touch her. And honestly, why would he? By that point, he no longer needed anything from her.
"Ah..." she moaned in pleasure when she felt him gently bite her nipple.
At the same time, his other hand began to play with the free nipple, rolling it between his fingers, keeping it sensitive. He stopped sucking for a moment and looked directly into her eyes, holding her gaze.
"Looks like you're thinking too much..." he whispered, tracing small circles with his tongue over her areola. "Clear your mind and just focus on the sensations."
With that, he sucked hard, tugging slightly on the nipple with the suction before releasing it with a soft pop and taking it back into his mouth, shamelessly devouring her breasts. His words hit Willow hard.
He was right.
Why should she keep thinking about a dead man who had brought her nothing but misery? About what he had done to her, the problems with her daughter, the uncertain future of the SDC... when right in front of her was a perfect specimen of a man sucking on her breasts like they were the most important thing in his life.
With that thought, she let everything else fade away.
She allowed pleasure to guide her, carrying her somewhere far better. Her breathing slowly steadied as she let herself go, especially when the hand that had been playing with her chest began to slide downward, tracing her stomach slowly before returning to her cunt.
He didn't go inside. He simply rubbed around the entrance, gentle and teasing, playing with her without any rush.
Willow couldn't help but smile, a genuine, satisfied smile, the kind she hadn't worn in a long time.
"I could get used to this..." she laughed contentedly.
But that peace lasted only a moment when the door to the massage room began to open.
"Mom, are you here?" said the clear voice of her daughter, Weiss, echoing through the room.
Willow's eyes flew open.
[CLICKBAIT!]
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Author's note:
Who do I have to fuck to get some comments or a few power stones?
[List of volunteers]
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I had to cut it in half due to lack of time; the next one should come out faster—I already have a good part of it written.Any suggestions are welcome; I'm open to ideas.
Anyway… drink water, stay healthy. See you around!
Kisses and hugs!!!