Giving her a nice massage

Neisa's angry growl died in her throat as she felt the ghosts hands press into her back, then groaned as she began to knead around her shoulder blades and spine.

She let herself flop forward and relax properly for the first time in two days as the ghost massaged the aches and pains from her upper back. She hadn't had a proper massage since she left Ala Mhigo, too caught up with her training and all the other daily worries of living in the city.

Now she lay, feeling more and more puddle-like with each new technique and area the female ghost turned her ministrations to. It made her wonder on the viera's own origins. She heard they came from far east, their own lands invaded by Garlean forces too.

A thought struck her about the nature of these ghosts. Were they remnants of previous wearers that had passed? Or maybe they were trapped souls. Regardless of how they came to be she found it strange that their personalities seemed quite different.

The roegadyn hands fought fairly using the bulk and weight they had in life to great effect, and seemed to enjoy filling those hands with as much of her curves as possible. The miqote hands liked to use their claws and greater speed to catch her off guard and control her limbs, and to shred as much of her clothes as possible, then to scratch and pinch her sensitive parts.

These new Viera hands seemed to like to use her partners to keep her on her toes, before striking hard at her weak spots. Using her body against her by finding sensitive spots and testing her flexibility, as well as pushing her into humiliating acts and exploring what made her squeal.

She felt the ghost fiddle with the belt that still wrapped around her torso. It came free and the ghost threw it aside, before continuing her massage. With her back fully uncovered again she continued to melt into the bed as the ghost widened the massage. As the ghost's hands brushed down her sides they paused, Neisa felt the bracers release her arms. The ghost grasped her wrists immediately and pulled them around to lay straight above her head, the bracers clicked together again.

With her arms now resting above the ache finally drained from her shoulders completely and she sighed. The sigh caught in her throat as she felt the hands come to rest just above her hips. She jerked and tried to push up on her hands and received a sharp slap to her behind and a finger snap. Above her head, the roegadyn hands appeared again and tugged her wrists out from under her before pushing them back against the bed and holding them there. She got the message, keep still while the Viera worked.

The ghost still sat on her legs gave her a pat on the slapped cheek and reached back up. It untied the apron from her neck and pulled it from under her, tossing it across the room like the belt before it.

Neisa felt the hands land on her ass again, then they slowly began sliding along her side and over her hips, they pushed under her and met at her waistband. She let out a withering breath as the ghost fiddled with the button and hooked fingers under the band to start working the tight leather down...