"Xavier! Um, come sit," she said, her voice soft but eager, patting the bed beside her. She sat back down, her busty chest heaving a little under the fabric, and Lucas caught it—couldn't help but notice, really—but he kept his face neutral, nodding as he crossed the room.
He didn't sit, though—just stood there for a second, looking at her, his hands tucked into the pockets of his loose pants. Nana fidgeted, her fingers twisting together, and then she spoke again, her voice dropping softer, almost a whisper. "How may I please you, Xavier?" she asked, shy but bold enough to hold his gaze, her cheeks flushing pink.
"Gods, I sound desperate," she thought, biting her lip, but she meant it—she'd been thinking about him ever since Selene's stories, her mind spinning with what it'd be like to have him touch her, to feel what her friend had bragged about.
Lucas raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth. Straight to the point, huh? he thought, but he wasn't about to jump in like that—not yet. "Let me please you first," he said, his voice gentle but firm, like he'd already made up his mind. He glanced around the room, spotting a low massage table pushed against the wall, its surface worn but clean.
"Over there," he added, nodding toward it, and Nana blinked, surprised, but didn't argue. He wants to… what? she thought, her stomach fluttering as she stood, her legs a little shaky. She walked to the table, her sandals scuffing the floor, and climbed onto it, her tunic riding up her thighs as she settled in.
"Take off the outer stuff," Lucas said, his tone casual but with an edge that made her pulse race. Nana hesitated for a second, then nodded, her fingers fumbling as she tugged off her tunic, leaving her in just her thin inner clothes—a soft, clinging shift that barely covered her.
She lay face down on the table, her blond hair tied up in a messy ponytail, and Lucas stepped closer, grabbing a small bottle of oil from a shelf nearby. Let's make this good, he thought, pouring some into his hands, the scent of lavender and something earthier filling the air. He focused for a moment, channeling a thread of Yin energy into the oil, mixing it with the erotic cultivation techniques he'd been practicing.
His hands tingled as the energy took hold, and he smirked to himself, knowing what it'd do to her.
Nana's breath hitched as his hands touched her back, warm and slick with oil, starting at her shoulders and working down slow. Oh wow, she thought, her skin prickling under his touch. Lucas's eyes flicked over her body, and he couldn't lie—her shape was unreal. Her big breasts pressed into the table, spilling out a little to the sides, and they shocked him for a second, damn, those are something else, he thought, but they were beautiful, full and soft-looking.
Her ass was plump, not too big but just right, curving in a way that'd drive any guy nuts, and her whole figure—curvy, smooth, perfect—had him tingling with excitement. He hid it, though, keeping his face calm, his hands steady as he massaged her, working the oil into her skin.
The erotic sensations hit Nana fast—his hands weren't just warm, they were electric, sending shivers racing down her spine with every press. What's he doing to me? she thought, her breath catching as heat bloomed low in her belly. The Yin-infused oil and his cultivation tricks were doing their work, making her skin hypersensitive, every touch sparking pleasure that felt almost too good.
She shifted a little, her thighs pressing together, and a soft moan slipped out before she could stop it. I'm so hot, she thought, her face flushing as she realized how horny she was getting, and fast. Her ponytail swung as she squirmed, the table creaking under her, and she couldn't help it—she was burning up, her body begging for more of whatever magic he was weaving with those hands.
Lucas had moved to the side of the table now, his hands gliding over her shoulders, close to her head, and she could feel his presence—steady, calm, like he had all the time in the world. Gods, he's good at this, she thought, her skin tingling, her breath coming faster as the erotic sensations from his Yin-infused massage made her hotter by the second.
But then she glanced sideways, her eyes flicking down, and noticed something that made her stomach twist—he wasn't hard. His pants were loose, but she could tell, and a sharp pang of insecurity hit her. Is he not into me? she thought, her face flushing. Am I not sexy enough for him?
She bit her lip, her heart thudding as doubt crept in. Selene said he was all over her, she thought, remembering her friend's smug stories about how Lucas had fucked her senseless. Nana's big breasts, her curvy hips, her plump ass—she'd always thought they were enough to drive guys wild, but here he was, cool as ever, not even a bulge to show for it.
"Maybe I'm not his type," she thought, her fingers twitching against the table. She couldn't stand it—the idea that she wasn't turning him on, that she wasn't enough. Before she could overthink it, her hand moved, almost on its own, reaching out to brush against his crotch, her fingers grazing him through the fabric. Please, she thought, desperate for some kind of reaction, anything to make her feel wanted
Lucas felt her touch, light and hesitant, and glanced down, catching the nervous look in her eyes. She's worried, he thought, a slow smile spreading across his face. He knew what she was thinking—could read it in the way her shoulders tensed, the way her lips pressed tight. He'd been keeping himself in check, focusing on the massage, letting the Yin energy flow without getting too caught up.
But her hand on him, the way she was reaching for him, sparked something. Alright, let's give her what she wants, he thought, and with a flicker of focus, he let his control slip, urging his cock to rise. It responded fast, swelling under her touch, pushing against his pants like a mighty beast waking up. Nana's fingers froze for a second, her eyes going wide as she felt it harden, growing thick and heavy right there in her hand. Holy shit, she thought, stunned, her breath catching.
She wasn't a virgin—she'd had sex a few times, fumbling encounters with guys at the academy or back in her village, quick and clumsy most of the time. But this? Nothing like this, she thought, her hand wrapping around him through the fabric, barely able to circle his girth. Lucas's dick was bigger than anything she'd ever felt, long and solid, and it wasn't even fully free yet.
"How's that gonna fit anywhere?" she wondered, a mix of awe and nerves fluttering in her chest. She looked up at him, her face flushed, and saw that smile of his—calm but knowing, like he'd planned this reaction all along.
"He's huge," she thought, her fingers stroking slow, testing him, and the size of him made her pussy throb, even as her insecurity faded into something hungrier. She wasn't sure if she could handle it, but gods, she wanted to try.