Observe the flower blossom.

Janlanna has clearly been starved of intimate attention. While Phaedra is undoubtedly a master with her hands, such reactions you're witnessing exceed expectations. Every sensual caress down the elf's tender skin, usually sealed behind a cold suit of armour, brings out a soft, feminine purr--face flooded red with an overwhelming rush combatting against the turmoil and confusion in her mind. You watch as Phaedra pushes her fingers deep along her back muscles. Her thumbs slide gently down the girl's smooth back, and her hands slip around to the sides of her towel as she nearly reaches her bottom. While Janlanna might act tough, her body is soft and warm--a beautiful, strong elven knight brought to such a **** state by the hands of another woman.

As Phaedra leans down to the elf's sensitive ear, she blows gently, causing the other girl to shiver. "You cannot begin to imagine what I am capable of, especially with the toys at my disposal," she whispers. Her hair tickles the side of Janlanna's cheek.

The poor elf swallows hard and fidgets in place. Her body is burning up. "This is a trick," she bluntly states.

"You certainly do not believe that to be true." With the back of her hand, she brushes loose hairs away from the girl's face. "It is my understanding that as a templar, you have an incredible resistance against magic. If anyone were to try to bewitch you, either you would resist, or you would certainly know it to be happening."

Caught in a situation with no response, Janlanna continues to lay naked with naught but a towel over her backside--bare chest against the comfortable cushions of the table, still completely **** if this truly were a trick. Despite this fact, you don't sense fear. She isn't ready to flee. Instead, the only anxiety brewing her mind is her coming to terms with that everything that's been happening is completely genuine, whether she wants to believe it or not.

Phaedra tilts her head and lets out a warm chuckle before giving her lip a tiny bite. In her hand, seemingly from nowhere, appears a bottle. She turns it over and squeezes some white lotion into her other palm. After causing the bottle to once again vanish with a flick of her wrist, she rubs the cream together between her hands.

She then swoops in more quickly this time. Her hands land on the elf's shoulders before slipping down along her sides to more firmly cup her breasts. They glide with ease thanks to the added lubrication. It's an incredibly effective lotion, as evident by her hands able to easily continue down along the elf's sides--a shudder and gasp in response encouraging her to continue.

"Ah~!" Janlanna, immediately humiliated by her more vocal sound, clears her throat. "Wh-What is that?"

"It is good for your skin," she says while caressing up her back. As the massage continues, all up and down her back, around her shoulder and her sides, and the side cleavage of her bosom, her radiant skin begins to shimmer even further--a sheen from the cream. "And it feels even better, does it not?"

"It does, yes--Hey!" The mighty Dame Elerem cuts herself off the moment the jinn's adventurous hands slip beneath the towel.

Phaedra's hands move swiftly over the soft, perky cheeks of the girl's ass, knocking the towel off her body and onto the ground to leave her laying bare. She smiles as she watches her tense up, though she continues to stroke her fingers down the backs of her legs, and then up the sides of her thighs.

Meanwhile, you've grown quite interested in the show. You set this up to help the girl's awakening, but it's something of a thrill to observe. Your cock is hardening, and unfortunately, it's not exactly compact. You struggle to remain on your stomach and soon surrender to your physiology. As you turn around to lay on your back, the servant girl stares wide-eyed at quite the tent pitched up.

"Lord, I uhm... Oh wow," she mutters under her breath, face filling with red. As she stares, she slowly reaches towards it. "C-Can I... I mean, would it be wrong to ask... I would really like t-to touch..."

"Of course," you reassure her.

With a quivering breath inward, she moves closer and wraps her hand around the bulge beneath the towel. She licks her lips and hesitates for a lengthy moment until she finally pulls the towel free, and whimpers to herself before grasping the shaft with both of her hands. "It's so warm," she whispers. Then without saying anything else, she begins to stroke it up and down.

Mmm. Now this is a massage.

You glance back over to the two girls. Janlanna is burning up. She grabs at the side of the table, though as the hands do work behind her, she begins to instinctively shifts her hips forward as she grinds on air--chest pushing hard against the cushion. Her feet fidget against one another as her toes curl up. She's doing everything she can to resist the overwhelming feelings filling her up inside.

"I... I cannot!" she suddenly gasps aloud.

Phaedra slows down. As she moves back down to whisper to the girl's ear, she drags her hand up her back, and then takes a soft grasp of the side of her neck. From there, she moves up and begins to stroke up her long, pointed opposite ear, melting her even further. "Why is it that you cannot?"

"By the word of Lasis--"

"Please. Janlanna."

"And you speak my first name so boldly!"

"I am only asking one thing of you, my sweet. Please consider my words. Do what it is that makes you happy, and if it hurts no one, then it is only beneficial. This is the true beauty of the world." Then as soon as she finishes speaking, she plants her soft lips right against the other's--hand on her ear now being used to pull her head in tight. Their mouths lock for what Janlanna feels is an eternity. Though after a moment, Phaedra pulls away again. "Now if you will, please turn onto your back so that I may properly finish this massage."

Janlanna hesitates. But after a pause, she wraps her arm around her bust and shyly turns to lay on her back instead. She nervously pulls her thighs together--pulling one partially over the other in a futile attempt to cover her shame.

After seeing her fidget, Phaedra takes grip of the elf's wrist and pulls her covering away. "Relax," she whispers.

She looks to you. "B-But they can see--"

The jinn tilts her head back to stare into her eyes. "It matters not. Just lay back and allow me to make you feel the best you have ever felt in your life."

"Do not speak like I have never been with another."

"And did he do this?"

Janlanna Elerem lays completely in the nude atop the massage table. The tips of her modest bust have swollen stiff--heaving up and down with deep, quivering breaths. Her sensitive body now couldn't be left more ****. It's even more than before. And she looks both in fear and excitement to the face of Phaedra leaning down towards her chest. The jinn sticks out her tongue, and with a gentle flick, she licks one of her nipples.

"Mmm, aah~!" Janlanna moans. "N-No he did not."

"I am very sorry to hear that." She gives it another flick. Then another. Finally, she pulls back her hair and dives in deep, taking as much of the pillowy breast into her mouth as she can fit. Her tongue goes wild, circling around the areola, and after sucking gently for a moment, she pops it out again.

The elf goes wild. She gasps in surprise and arches her back. "This is a m-massage?!"

Phaedra smiles. "Well, not quite. Not usually." Her hand, still slippery with some of the lotion, caresses up the elf's inner thigh. "Though between two that care much for each other, perhaps."

"Yet you only just met me..."

"While that may be true, I believe you to be quite the woman." Her fingers part, strategically slipping around the other girl's most sensitive spot, yet it's close enough to elicit quite the reaction. "There is far more love here than you seem to believe. Look to Lord Efrin for example. That girl was never asked to do as she is doing. Must she? Certainly not. Do I gain anything from doing this? Only the joy of seeing the face of a poor girl starving... finally getting... something... to... eat~." With that, she slides a finger along the side of her clit.

"Ah, haah~! Oh, ooh yes!" Janlanna quickly slaps a palm over her mouth. "Oh my goodness."

"You really are starved."

"Please, I--"

"But so am I," she whispers as she moves farther down. As she gradually shifts her face closer to her thighs, she begins to extend her tongue, and she licks around her lips. "Very hungry indeed."

"Oh by Lasis, no. No, no."

"If you do not wish for this, why are you not leaving?" she asks. The breath of her words wafts over the sensitive nethers. "Stay. And let me..." Kiss. She presses her mouth right against the girl's bare womanhood. As she pulls away and sees that the elf hasn't even attempted to leave, she brings her fingers inward to gently pull open the lips of her pussy. They're begging for more--dripping, a bead of lust running down to the cheeks of her ass. She brings the tip of her tongue up between her legs, and finally, she slides it inside. Her movements are perfect. The way she maneuvers it around within her body, it isn't like a hungry animal. Everything is done with precision. She strikes every weak point.

All Janlanna can do is gasp and moan, completely at the girl's mercy. She grabs at the sides of the table as she bounces her ass up and down--legs of it trembling under her weight. "Aahhhh~! Ooh, oh I cannot--"

After snaking her tongue around the elf's sensitive slit, she looks up with a smile. "You cannot what?"

Chest bouncing up and down with frantic breaths, she has no response but another pleasured moan.

The servant girl stroking your cock begins to move more quickly. "That sight. It's super hot for you, isn't it, Lord?" she asks.

"The sight of you? Of course."

She somehow turns even more red at your quick-witted responds. "N-No. I meant the--"

"Are you disrespecting my answer?" You glare back.

She gasps. Then she smiles. "No, Lord." With a giggle, she moves in closer to your burning red cock and presses the flat of her tongue against it. Then with both hands as well has her mouth, she goes wild on your shaft.