Dakyres of Ardor | BoyxBoy ✓

17 | Tired Of Reality

(Warning: This chapter contains physical abuse and strong language.)

FALDREY

"You're quite good with those small smooth hands of yours," Metsumi moaned into the pillow her face was buried in.

She'd told Faldrey about how she intended to spend the day at the spa, relaxing and getting her Stoichi flowing proportionally around her points again. Faldrey wasn't bothered by the idea of touching Metsumi's smooth pretty pecan brown-skin, he had a soft healing touch. He was bothered by the questions she was throwing at him, which he was bound to answer.

With only the truth.

"Where did you learn to massage so good? It's like you know where my Stoichi clogs are without me even telling you." She was melting under his touch, gaining perverse pleasure from it.

Faldrey knew his mistress was still in great lust for him, she'd made more advances after the first. Even after ordering him to always wear a dress.

"I was a good healer back in my Tribe," he answered plainly.

Despite having her face in the pillow, it contorted into a frown.

"I thought healing is reserved for the women of the Blue Stoichi Tribe."

"It is, but I preferred healing and women's craft. I was good at it." He stroked his Mistress's back with his fingers, pinching a handful of flesh between the tip of his fingers and his hypothenar and thenar eminence, making her release a series of moans that made him uncomfortable.

"And what about your warrior duties as a man of your tribe?" She questioned, her voice deep and husky with pleasure and lust.

"I struggled with it. But I learnt quite a lot."

"So let me get something straight, you loved the feminine practices of your tribe and hated the masculine ones." Faldrey could tell an evil smile must've formed on her face from the way her voice had changed.

"I didn't hate any masculine practices," Faldrey corrected, "I liked training to be a warrior, I just didn't like the reason we were being trained. It was for violence, we were trained to kill the slightest of threats. I didn't like that, but with healing and water crafts, I could be myself and save people. I felt so comfortable with that."

"Oh, I see now," she muttered to herself in realisation.

The rest of the spa session was spent silently. Faldrey went from her back down to her legs, then her arms all the way up to her shoulders, relieving his Mistress.

He appreciated the way she vibrated under his touch. Not because he was trying to intoxicate her, but because it only meant that he was doing it right.

Other maid servants took care of her pedicure and manicure, washing and hot combing her hair when Faldrey was done with her.

"That was incredibly relaxing," Metsumi let out a sigh, relaxing into an orthopedic wooden bed. She was sipping a tender lemon coconut quench. Turning to Faldrey who was standing at the other end of the spa lounge she asked, "do you care for a drink?"

"No, thank you. You're too kind," he replied with feigned gratitude.

"No, I'm not. Don't deceive yourself," she chuckled.

He knew it was unusual for her to ask, and accepting her offer was equivalent to making a deal with the dark forces of the Otherrealm. All the other maids stood at attention around the room, listening to hear when she'll request for something else as she laid there, staring out at the green field ahead of the outdoor lounge.