"Just a special massage technique," Sol whispered, leaning over her.
Holy shit, Sol thought, staring at his hands. It actually works like that? He was genuinely shocked. The power was absurdly effective. He thought it wouldn't be much effective against her, a literal high shaman, as higher the strength, the more resistance there is.
But contrary to his expectations, he could physically feel the rigid tension in her back completely dissolving under his hands. But more than that, he could feel the mental resistance dropping. The sharp, guarded aura of the High Shaman was melting away, replaced by a heavy, pliable compliance.
Screw holding back, Sol thought, a dark, hungry smirk crossing his face.
He got much bolder. He leaned over her, his chest brushing lightly against her bare back. He let more of the silver power flow through his hands as he slid them down the long, smooth curve of her spine, pressing his thumbs into the deep grooves of her muscles.
