Mitch is surprised again.

A few moments passed before the door to the room opened. He could hear the hoof steps of the satyr and the heavy step of another person. “I am Elgaint, and this is my husband Licar.” She said as Mitch listened to the sound of shuffling fabric as, he presumed, they took their robes off. “Please just lie relaxed on your stomach. You will see us in course.”

“I’m Mitch, and this is my wife, Mon,” he said. He was struggling with the idea that man and wife were about to give man and wife an erotic massage but couldn’t quite figure out how to word it.

He heard Licar respond immediately after. “We are glad you have come to experience some of our culture. I assume, Monica, you would like me to be gentle? Orcs can be quite strong.”

Monica responded with a yes as Elgaint asked him the same question. “A little firm for me,” he said.

He heard the sound of a dispenser and oil for a few moments. She seemed to be using lots of oil, as was Licar. He realised why as Elgaint crawled up his body from his feet. Her naked oiled body slid up his, depositing oil on his skin.

Licar must have been doing the same to Mon as she giggled, “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting to feel that quite so soon,” by ‘that’ Mitch assumed it was Licar’s cock and withheld from moaning.

He felt Elgaint’s breasts against his lower back as she continued to slide up his body. They felt incredible, and he wished he could roll over to enjoy them right now. Once his back was coated in oil, she straddled his arse and leant into his shoulders. Pushing her hands into his flesh, she felt for knots and tension and started to work it out. Her hands were strong but deft, nimbly working his skin. It felt nice, and Mitch let himself moan quietly.

She worked his shoulders and neck before moving down his body. He felt his spine shift and clunk with her efforts and heard her say softly. “You are very tense,” as she worked his lower back.

As she worked down his legs, he heard Monica say, “Holy shit,” and Licar chuckle.

“What?” Mitch asked, stiffening slightly.

“Relax,” Elgaint said.

“It’s nothing. It’s just, Licar is working my shoulders,” Monica explained.

Mitch was confused, “Is that all?” he asked.

He could hear the tension in her voice, the arousal. “He’s standing at the top of the table and I can see through the hole, well.”

Licar chuckled again, “Do not worry, neither of us will do anything that is not asked of us,” he said.

Elgaint finished with Mitch’s feet before coming up to his head. She leant in from his left, leaning over his head to his right ear—her breasts pressing against the side of his head. “Would you like some stretching?” she asked.

Mitch was tempted to ask for something else. His cock was sore with stiffness over being massaged by this naked satyr while his wife was watching her masseuse’s dangling cock. “Please,” he croaked.

Mitch was surprised at her nimbleness, stepping up onto the table easily. She placed one hoof at his left armpit and pressed the other into his shoulder blade. She then leaned over and grabbed his right arm. Pulling it slowly but firmly up and back. He moaned. It felt nice.

She did the same on the other side, and Mitch realised that she was standing with her legs open over him and moaned again, both at the sensation and the arousing thought. “Rollover,” she said as she stepped off the table.

Mitch, a little embarrassed, turned over, his cock a firm length up his body. He took a moment to look at her. Her breasts were huge, her nipples dark, large and firm. Her eyes were dark hazel, and her thick lips were fixed in a smile. “Sit up,” she said.

He did such, and she hopped onto the table behind him. Her legs around him, she wrapped them around each, holding his lower body still. Her breasts were again firm against his back. She took his arms, put one hand on the opposite shoulder, and held the other arm out straight. Then she turned him slowly until his back resisted before quickly twisting. His spine adjusted, and he grunted in satisfaction as his tension was released. She then did the same thing the other way, and no fewer of the bones in his spine clunked at the realignment.

As he was turned the second time, he could look upon Monica and Licar. Monica was on her back, Licar sliding up her body slowly. She moaned as he rose up, and then Mitch saw him shift his hips. His cock slid up her belly. It was thick and grey. All of Licar was grey.

Monica seemed disappointed as his cock slid along her belly, but he continued to coat her in oils as he had her back.