(THIS IS IT, BOYS!!)
Nycta presses her hand on the door, and it is once more locked in place.
"Erm...Nycta, why do you want to give me a massage in the middle of the night?" Sam voices his doubts. Looking at her, his eye can see the red blush on her cheeks.
The moon tonight is beautiful. And Nycta is even more gorgeous than the moon.
Her hair, her makeup, her outfit. There is all the reason for Sam to be a little skeptical.
"Dummy. Do you think they would let me do something like that if we are all awake?" She chuckles.
"Makes sense." Sam nods. But his mind is still very suspicious. "I do appreciate the offer."
Hearing that, Nycta immediately claps her hands cheerfully. "Then take your clothes off and lie down!"
"I can not refuse, can I?" He asks.
As expected, she thinks. Always on the defense, this guy. Nycta sighs in her heart.
The blind girl replies. "You can. However, if you do, I will go to the corner and cry myself to sleep." *sniff* She does not forget to use one hand and wipe the 'tears' off from her eyes.
Instantly, Sam has to comply with her.
"Okay, so a massage! Yes, of course! Where should we do it?"
"Right on the bed is good enough. Remember to take your clothes off!" She pats the pillows.
Sam is a little hesitant. "Do I really need to be naked?"
Nycta needs to steer him forward. No way she will let this opportunity go to waste. "Have you seen someone having a massage with clothes on?"
"True...Why don't I just take the top off?"
"Can you please stop being so defensive? I'm giving you a massage only, for Goddess' sakes! Here! This thing should have the word massage oil on it! Do you trust me now?" Nycta makes her voice stronger, trying to make him think she is angry.
She shoves a bottle at him. On it is a label of real genuine massage oil. The bottle has been opened prior, as the cap is already missing.
"Okay! Okay, I believe you! I'll just take them off! Don't be mad." Hearing the sudden change in her tone, Sam quickly undresses. "No peeking, okay!"
She points at her blind eyes. "I would if I could."
The guy sighs. "Somehow I am not surprised by your answer at all..."
*Rustle rustle*
Nycta can hear the sounds of clothes moving. It makes her heart beat even faster. Every moment she is with him, everything that she is doing, they all make her heart flutter.
She can only imagine his face looking at her right now. Partly embarrassed, partly confused. It must be very cute.
Blood keeps rushing to every part of her body, especially her face, and down there. There is no visual of his body, yet she can somehow feel the body heat coming from his side. That masculine aura, that scent of manliness, they drive her to the border of sanity.
Never has Nycta been so ready, so...wet.
Inhaling strongly, she says. "Thank you. Would you please lie down here, Sam?"
"Uhuh." The guy does what she asks. He is starting to believe her words. Maybe he has been too defensive of them. After all, he agreed to be living under the same roof as them. So he should at the least learn to trust Nycta and the rest.
"All set?" She asks, pouring the liquid inside of the bottle out onto her hands.
Sam replies while facing upward. "All good." There is a hint of anticipation in his voice.
"We'll start with the feet." Nycta spreads the oil onto her hands.
"Please be gentle, this is my first time." The guy says.
Nycta laughs at the strange comment. "Pfffft! Hahaha! You dummy."
She touches his left foot and starts caressing it. Using her thumbs, Nycta touches and strokes all the soles. Gently but with deep pressure, she moves towards the arch, and then the heel.
With a soft movement of the hands, the blind girl pulls on his toes, trying to relieve any kind of fatigue Sam has had.
After done with the foot, she moves upward to the calf, and the thigh.
Sam is a little doubtful when she gets higher, but she never goes beyond his thigh.
At that point, there is a weird thing in his head. It says: I wish she could move a little bit higher. Sam discards that dangerous thought instantly.
The way she moves, the way she touches Sam, is not that of an amateur. The way she provokes his instinct shows that she has been practicing a lot.
"Oh wow! OH WOW! This is much better than I expected! When did you get so good?!" Sam nearly screams.
He has never had something like this before.
"I've been doing this on my own body. Not bad, eh?" She smiles, continuing her motions.
Sam feels as if all the tension in his foot has been released. Like a dam being busted open, the pleasure is going in waves and there is no sign of stopping.
Just by having his foot massaged, Sam can already feel the blood flowing much better in his body. Furthermore, the oil has such a pleasing aroma, not only does it make him relax, it makes his body heat up, also.
"I feel like my body is all tingly! Goddess, this feels nice!" Sam's breathing is changing very slightly, yet he does not notice that. He thinks it is just because of the massage.
"Okay, both feet are all good. Next, flip over." She instructs a true masseur.
Sam turns his body facing downward, aiming his back up to Nycta. He is no longer worried. All the things Nycta has been doing are all good. At first, he was still doubting as if Nycta was trying to do something...adult. It turns out he is wrong.
He puts down his mental defense and starts to enjoy it for real this time.
If the maid were inside the room, or if Nycta could see, she would have been able to observe the massive amount of scars on his back.
They are like snakes, crawling onto one another. Their size is so big, that a normal yakuza would be proud if they were to have just one of them.
All those old scars, however, were inflicted upon Sam by himself while he was practicing magic.
Nycta spreads another portion of oil out on her palms and slowly touches his back.
Through her delicate fingers, she can feel it. The ups and downs of his skin.
Whenever Nycta presses, she would feel a sense of resistance, unlike the normal skin a normal person should have. Sam's back is stiff, not just because of the stress he carries, also because of the injuries he had.
Nycta stops being the masseur.
Instead of doing what needs to be done, she begins to trace his scars, one by one.
Her slender fingers move up and down, sending signals to his brain. Since the back is closer to the nose, Sam can smell the scent of the oil even better. For some reason, his body is getting more and more sensitive. The scars on his back which should be hard, under Nycta's hands, make him...excited.
It is getting harder and harder for Sam to be facing down. 'It' is also getting harder and harder.
*Plop*
He feels something dropping on his back.
*Plop*
Another one.
*Plop*
Weird. It does not feel like oil. It feels like...water. Sam thinks in his head as he turns back to take a glance at Nycta.
*Rustle*
And he catches the sight of her undressing.
Underneath the bathrobe, Nycta wears nothing. There is no bra, no panties.
Just her wonderful naked body.
Her breasts are ample, to say the least. Yet they are in no way dropping down. In fact, her beautiful bosom is nice and firm. She has done a lot to keep them like that.
Two pink dots make it even more amazing. They stand there on the top of the hills, proudly. As if telling Sam: We are here. Look at us.
Down on her stomach is the precious navel. There is hardly a hint of fat, but that much is just enough for someone like her. Although she is not muscular, Nycta certainly has worked out that area to be able to achieve this.
Finally, the forbidden triangle.
Clean. That is the first word that comes to Sam's head.
There is nothing down there. Not even a strand of hair.
Even lower than that, Sam can not see. His angle does not allow him to do so.
But most importantly, Nycta is crying.
*Hic*
She bites her lips hard, trying to suppress the hiccups.
"Can...can I hold you...Sam?"
In this state, Sam can never say no. He only nods. "Go ahead."
"Thank...*Sniff* thank you."
She presses her chest against his back. Her arms circle him tightly. Nycta tries her best to snuggle up to him, closing the gap between them to the best of her power.
Sam can feel the two pink dots poking him, making him more aroused.
His member has been standing up ever since.
"I'm sorry, Sam. I'm sorry...*Sniff* for never being there for you...*Sniff* for pushing you away." She buries her face into his back.
Sam stays silent. He wants to hear what she says.
Nycta continues. Her voice breaks apart totally, mixing between cries and sniffs. "These scars...*Hic* these scars are all because of me. I gave you away. If I...*sob* if I didn't do that...If I told you to be by my side, telling you to be mine...*sob* you would not have been like this."
"These scars...your eye...they are all my fault...*sob* could you...ever bring yourself to forgive me? Someone like me...*sob* a calamity...*sob* a curse...can I have your forgiveness..."
She hugs him tight. Her fingers dig into his skin.
Still not saying a word, Sam brings his arms up, holding hers.
"I...*sob* blame me...*sniff* every night...for letting you go. For letting you be with...that thing...*sob* Why am I so foolish? Sam? *Sob* Why can't I have...*sob* those ten years with you? Why can't I...forgive myself? My family...and you...were all discarded...by me!?" She wails even louder?
"Nycta." Sam turns around and looks at her. "I can not even fathom what you have been through. I can not give you any advice."
He touches her cheeks, now all wet because of the tears. Trying to keep the lust that has been growing uncontrollably, Sam caresses her face.
"But I am here now, Nycta. I am here, with you. I am not going anywhere. There is no need to be afraid of losing me. My mind and my eye are clear. I can see you. I can not promise you anything in the future. But I can say this without a burden in my heart.
You are important to me. You really are."
"I love you, Sam...I love you so much...please, forgive me...Please...I don't know what I'll do without you."
"You don't have anything to be forgiven?"
"I am sorry for the past..." She stops.
And black mist appears from her fingers, traveling into his body. He can not say a word, he can not move a thumb.
Void magic: Mind Control.
Sam flips back, facing upward.
With that done, Nycta sits on his lower stomach.
"Can you see this, Sam?... Can you see how ready I am for you?" She uses two fingers to spread out the most important region of her.
Pink, and moist. Precious juices drip down from the slit of her.
"And I know you are ready for me, too. I made sure of that."
She touches his member. From the base to the tip, her fingers feel every nook and cranny they can. It is big, much bigger than the average of Nohin.
Girthy, veiny, and the tip has been leaking out a clear fluid also.
The more she does so, the rougher Sam's breaths become.
"I...hah...would like to...hah...taste it, but they are almost breaking out of...hah...the room."
She licks it softly, touching the tip of the penis many times
"Guh!" Sam can not do anything but writhe in ecstasy. He does not care anymore.
He has reached the limit. He wants to do it. The aroma before was an aphrodisiac. They worked wonders.
He wants to ravage Nycta.
Her body, her light pink nipples, he wants to savor them in his mouth.
Sam wants to fuck Nycta like animals in heat.
"Sam, I love you. I care if you hate me, so please forgive me for this. Forgive me for this present I offer. I just want you to have all of me, everything is yours to take."
Nycta moves forward a little and kisses him deeply. After roughly 10 seconds, their lips depart, leaving the strand of saliva as a bridge between the two.
She is there, in all of her beauty from head to toe.
Sam can see it, her breasts move up and down, eager for what is to come.
Her crotch too finds its way to his.
The tip of his glans touches the opening of her slit.
"Hah...Ahn...un...ahn..." She moans in pleasure. The outside is already this good, she wonders if it goes inside how he would feel.
"Please...hah..., Sam, take me." She guides the tip to the right place she has been waiting for. "This is...ahn...what I can offer. My everything."
*Pa*
With a swift movement, her hip goes down, touching the base of his penis.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
A sharp pain pierces through the inside of Nycta. She screams loudly, both in immense pain and pleasure.