Princess Dianne lay down on her large queen-sized canopied bed in all her nude glory. Meanwhile, Heron finds it extremely hard to control his raging libido at such a glorious sight.
All the more reason to service myself in my room after our session. I don't dare use any of my fellow talents to imagine her when I relieve myself even if they offer. Absolutely no one can compare…
"I'm ready now my skillful and dashing masseur!" the naked lady announces with a smile and a short melodic giggle. "Please service me in the best way you know how."
Again, my imagination is getting away with me because of your honeyed commands, my lady. If you don't stop, I might find myself ravishing you in the middle of our massage session and that is something I should not do. I must not do!
"Alright, but try to keep still this time Dianne. I realize you're too ticklish for your own good but do try to work with me."
All the sinewy talent gets as a response from his mistress is a long breathy sigh and a soft girlish chuckle as she snuggles further into her goose-down mattress and silken bed covers.
Meanwhile, the handsome, well-endowed talent slowly stretches his hands and fingers with some simple flexing exercises in order to get ready and begin his therapeutic reflexology on his mistress.
He begins by slowly rubbing her back from the base to her neck to the top of her butt in full sweeping motions. He is rewarded by her low moans of pleasure as she gently stretches to accommodate his pleasurable, healing and relaxing physical therapy. Upon repeating the procedure several times, he then transfers his attention to her shoulders and slender arms. Again, he gently kneads her shoulders and then slides down her arms in strong and careful strokes. The pleasured princess continues groaning causing Heron's turgid and hardened phallus to flick painfully against its bindings, causing the talent to inhale sharply but softly.
I must not let her see my discomfort. After all, it's not her fault that I'm secretly in love with her and now secretly aroused by her reactions and her nakedness. No, definitely not her doing at all…
But in Heron's mind, he has already begun kneading, kissing, licking and sucking her rounded and smooth behind, focusing on her bouncy butt cheeks, as she writhes with lusty desire. In the passionate talent's thoughts, his lady has already begun moaning his name and has started pleading for more.
Oh, if only my imaginings were real I would truly send her to seventh heaven. But it's all for naught so get your head back to reality and continue your service to her, Heron! the voice in his head commanded loudly.
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Meanwhile, back on the Resort grounds…
"Sire, Sir Rube assigned me to be your guard for this evening," respectfully informs the wrestler-bodied giant of a man to the muscular monarch. "I promise to stay outside your tent's entrance and stay silent all throughout my duty tonight."
"Good to hear," Marion readily replies. "But tell me, my man, have you ever guarded anyone outside of the Resort before?"
"No, Your Majesty but I was a private bodyguard to our country's President before I was accepted as a security guard for the Midnight Resort," patiently explains Nick. "So yes, you can say I've guarded outside the resort before."
"What country did you say you're from?"
"From the Philippine islands, Sire. I'm actually half-Filipino and half-Italian."
"That's an archipelago somewhere in Asia, right?"
"Yes, sir. Have you visited my country's islands before, Your Highness?"
"I have but I didn't have the time to go sightseeing because I was in the middle of a business tour of our Asian company partners. I should go there again someday but on a more relaxed occasion."
I can even bring Hiraya with me… yeah, I'll definitely do that. I've always wanted to go on vacation in the famous tourist-favored Tagaytay City and see or even visit the world-renowned Taal volcano… I'm sure Raya will love all of it!
Speaking of her…
"Orion, will you be eating now or later after you've finished speaking with Nick?" a melodic female voice inquires from within their spacious and fully furnished tent. "I could bring out a plate of food for you if you want."
"No need, Hiraya. I will be joining you in a bit," he hurriedly replies while pleasantly slapping a hand on their guard's burly shoulder, "Okay Nick, you heard Raya. Do you want something to eat? We have quite a large spread in there, care of The Resort. You're free to have some of it."
"Thank you for offering, Sire but I've already eaten before I came out here," he courteously declines while he pushes his long dark bangs off his face. "Besides, I can easily order from the kitchen through my portable radio."
The now-hungry Marion then bid the bulky guard goodbye and quickly enters the tent to partake of the prepared dinner with his chosen talent.
"Breaker, breaker, everything's clear at the castle," the hefty Nick called on his radio and was pleased to hear a fast response.
"Roger that Hulk, nothing happening here in the forest either," his security co-worker Oman readily replies over the heavy-duty and high-end walkie-talkie. "We might be in for a looong and boring night."
If only that was true…
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"Maestro, the night security watchmen have been ordered to go their shifts and security detail," the well-armed, and thickset minion whispers excitedly. "That means it will only be a few hours before lights out and everyone goes to bed, including our target for tonight and her master."
"Thank you for the update, Lex. Soon, we will attack and nothing can stop us from kidnapping The Matriarch since she hasn't fully developed her powers yet, while Signore Sciarillo still has not fed on her enough so he could not yet transform into his most powerful form."
"So is it possible that we can win tonight, Sir?"
"I believe so, my loyal underling. There is definitely a very great possibility that we will be successful in our mission tonight," assures the middle-aged sorcerer. "Which means we can start our plans for impregnating our Matriarch very soon."
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At that moment, inside the Supervisor's office…
"What's wrong, husband?" Marina promptly asks as she notices her beloved's sudden and unexplainable silence.
"I don't know love. I felt that something was wrong all of a sudden," the worried Supervisor admits as he swallows his full drink in one long gulp. "That's really weird. The awareness just came out of the blue, I admit. But I have no way of knowing where it came from and what triggered it."
"Can this be one of your psychic warnings that run in your family, Reuben?"
"Well, my sister does have these similar unexplained supernatural internal feelings. You remember those, right Marina?"
"Oh you mean Belle's crazy 'zings'?" Reena laughs aloud at the fond memories she had of her childhood friend. "How is she, by the way?"
"She emailed me of the great things Bien and Lyra are doing to legalize our businesses " Rube answers with pride in his tone. "But yeah, you bestie broads are certifiably insane for naming a mysterious sensation after a romantic term from the movie 'Hotel Transylvania' franchise! Sheesh!"
"But those zings are usually true. Rube," sagely states the Manager. "You better warn everybody at The Resort, especially our security staff."
"Yep, dearest wife. And I better caution that hard-headed mofo Orion, while I'm at it," the Supervisor firmly decides as he stands up and reaches for the landline on his wife's desk. "Like I always say, better safe than fucking sorry."