More intimity

Feeling a surge of affection for her, you let your hands continue their gentle exploration. Poppy's body is a marvel of strength and grace, and you can't help but be captivated by her. Now that she's lying on her back, completely exposed to you, you take a moment to truly appreciate her form.

Your eyes start at her face, tracing the soft, delicate features and the way her hair cascades around her, framing her serene expression. Her eyes are closed, her breathing deep and even, a look of contentment on her face.

Moving down, your gaze rests on her Yordle breasts. They are small but perfectly shaped, with nipples that are hardening slightly in response to the cool night air and your touch. Her blue skin is smooth and flawless, glowing softly in the firelight.

Her arms lie at her sides, the muscles well-defined and yet still feminine. You admire the strength in them, remembering how effortlessly she wields her massive hammer. Her abdomen is flat and toned, with the gentle rise and fall of her breathing making her muscles ripple subtly under her skin.

Your eyes follow the curve of her waist to her hips, noting the smooth transition and the firm, rounded shape. Her legs are strong and muscular, indicative of her warrior nature, yet they still possess a certain elegance. Her thighs are slightly parted, but her knees are still together, providing a modest cover for her most intimate area.

Despite this, you can just make out the edges of her labia, a delicate hint of what lies beneath. The sight stirs a mix of emotions within you—admiration, desire, and a profound respect for the trust she has placed in you.

Returning your focus to the massage, you let your hands glide over her stomach, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin. You move up to her breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh and circling her nipples with your fingers. Each touch elicits a soft moan from Poppy, her body responding eagerly to the new sensations.

"That feels so good," she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper. "Your hands... they feel amazing."

Encouraged, you continue to massage her breasts, gently squeezing and caressing them, taking your time to explore their shape and texture. You let your thumbs brush over her nipples, feeling them harden even more under your touch. Poppy's breathing becomes more rapid, her body arching slightly towards your hands.

You then move down to her legs, starting at her thighs and working your way down. You knead the muscles gently, feeling the strength and tension within them, and gradually work out the knots and tightness. Poppy's legs relax under your touch, and she lets out a sigh of relief.

Your hands travel lower, massaging her calves and then her feet, taking care to apply the right amount of pressure. Poppy's feet are small and delicate, and you take your time to ensure every part of them is relaxed. She is now in a completely serene state, her entire body having melted into a state of blissful relaxation.

Her eyes flutter open for a moment, meeting yours. There's a look of pure gratitude and something deeper—trust, affection, and perhaps even a spark of desire. "Thank you, John," she whispers. "I've never felt this good before."

You smile, continuing to gently caress her feet. "I'm glad, Poppy. You deserve to feel wonderful."

As you finish, you sit back for a moment, admiring the beauty and strength of the Yordle lying before you. The bond between you has grown even stronger through this shared intimacy, and you can't help but feel that this is just the beginning of a deeper connection.

Poppy, now deeply relaxed and a bit sleepy, looks up at you with a gentle smile. "You know, John, I feel so relaxed now. But... I want to do something for you too. I want to repay your kindness."

You tilt your head, intrigued by her offer. "Poppy, you don't have to do anything. I'm happy to help you feel better."

She shakes her head, her determination shining through her tiredness. "No, I insist. Let me do something for you. You've been so wonderful to me."

"Alright," you agree, touched by her eagerness. "What do you have in mind?"

She sits up slowly, her body still glowing from the warmth of the massage. "I could give you a massage too. You've taken such good care of me, John. I want to do the same for you."