One drop, two drop..

You watch her pour a clear oily liquid out into a delicate glass jug with a copper colour spout. It flows thickly but smoothly, quickly half filling the fairly small container. Alina’s deep green eyes find yours for a moment and she gives a devilish grin before turning her attention to a blue crystal flask with a large ornamental stopper.

The moment the stopper is removed a thick musky odour fills the air. It has hints of something delicately sweet, laid over a strong earthy aroma that makes your head spin. You can see the slim elf tremble slightly, but her hands do not waver, transferring flask over to the jug and tipping it. The liquid within is even more viscous than the clear. Eventually one.. two.. thick blue drops splash into the waiting vessel, leaving it azure streaked in seams like marbled stone. Alina nods, stoppering the flask once more and breathing a sigh as she sets it down. She mops a tiny dribble from the top with a gauze cloth, holding it to her nose for a moment. Her pupils seem to swell, dark and rimmed with emerald fire. She tosses it to you and the cloth lands on the table next to your head. Instantly you gasp, even a trace of the scent filling your nostrils and making your head spin and tingle. You turn your head away, blinking your eyes until the vague fuzziness suffusing your vision begins to clear.

You watch the mirror wall which shows her mixing the now pale blue mixture with a rod and adding a powder of some sort. Finally she come over to you and places jug and several clean cloths on the bench next to you. The fear which has been knotting your stomach since you woke has faded slightly. You feel like you have drunk a large glass of elven wine. You feel a little light headed.. it occurs to you that you haven’t eaten in some time.. or did you? You don’t feel thirsty or ravenous.. perhaps you have woken at some point and been made to forget? Have to keep your strength up..

You realise you are drifting and try to focus. You feel movement and pressure against the backs of your bare thighs and realise Alina is straddling you, her knees on either edge of the bench. You can feel the warmth of her against you. You watch in the mirror, a little dazed as she lifts the jug and pours a fine stream of oily mixture between your shoulder blades and traces a wiggly line down your spine. You can feel it pool against your skin, every drop of it raises a tingle of raging heat.. or is freezing cold? You don’t know any more.. but it sends a shiver through you.

Now her hands are on you and the orb is following every move and sweep of her fingers across the plains of your soft pale skin. Gliding over your shoulders and shoulder blades, working in circular motion slowly down either side of your spine. You watch like it is happening to someone else, almost separating yourself from the image. It is impossible to escape the feeling that suffuses your body though. Every part of your back feels numb and yet infinitely sensitive at the same time. The aches and pains you had been experiencing melt away under the onslaught of Alina’s skilful fingers and you feel almost a vibration of energy ripple through you.

“What in the goddess’s name is that stuff?” You manage to stammer out.

“Musk gland oil from the lion bears of the Shanfi Mountains. Heavily diluted of course. More than a few drops of the pure stuff is enough to boil a brain in its skull! But this..” she breathes deeply off your skin “This is just enough to feel wonderful.”

You glance at her in the moving mirror image, and indeed she does seem to be enjoying herself. Her focus is firmly on working the oil into your body but you can see her hips moving sinuously, her body almost dancing to music which only she can hear. She shakes her red hair back out of her eyes, arching her back and the tips of her breasts show clearly through the silk covering them. You close your eyes suddenly, trying not to dwell too much on the growing intimate effect the massage is having on you. The fingers dance at the rise of your buttocks, lingering long moments at the beginning of that valley. Then they sweep sideways, over your hips, then up along your sides, over your ribs, slowing to pay attention to the sides of your breasts, then up further and down each arm. You can hear and feel her shallow breathing against your ear, just a tiny bit ragged as if her heart races as yours is doing.

She moves down your body once more, the pace slow and steady and sensuous, pausing at your hips. Your legs and your eyes stay closed. She shuffled lower down your legs, trailing fingertips across the swell of your bare behind, and down to work your legs in earnest. Her thumbs and the heels of her hands give attention to the long muscles of your thighs, the curve of your calves, ironing out the kinks of your battle weary body. For a moment you expect her to move to your inner thighs, which the oil has also reached in tiny trickles. Instead she has your turn over, sliding the rolled cloths from under you, straddling your hips once more.

She stares down on you as she pours, and you feel like you are vanishing into her gaze, drawn in helplessly. You turn away desperately only to see the image of yourself with oil dribbling across your naked breasts. Her hands are on you even as you watch, drawing a trembling moan from your throat. The slightly upturned points of your nipples, swollen and red, nestle into her hands deliciously. The sensation is pure pleasure, even more so as her hands close over your breasts, only slightly bigger than her grasp, turning to caress their curve and brush her thumbs across the bluntly swollen nubs.

Without warning a memory comes to you from your youth. During the first of your years at the academy. Times spent away from your birth family, slowly forming a new one with the other recruits in your dorm. The long dark nights, which at first were filled with tears and loneliness, became something else. Wrapped in the cocoon of your blankets, at first listening to and then as weeks passed, joining in with the chorus of tiny intimate gasps, the soft sensual moans of self discovery in the blackness. How had you forgotten that girl discovering the embers of pleasure which kept the loneliness at bay, joined her with her sisters, threatened to burn and consume her trembling inner self..?!

Your eyes widen as that burning pleasure washes through you now. The mirror is still entirely focussed on the slick image of your breasts being kneaded and stroked relentlessly. You look straight up at Alina and she meets your eyes, an eyebrow raised.