Into the lap of luxury.

There was only one place you intended to spend the night, only one that actually met your standards for the venue you wanted as you made the diminutive criminal yours, and it was found in the opulent and posh Upper Class District of Northern Vale.

Neo stumbled forward when she touched back down onto solid ground, but the sight that awaited astounded her. You had brought her to the stunning Penthouse Suite of Vale's most prestigious hotel; the Crown Royale. Opulent reds and golds dominated the color scheme of the living area which was complete with a fireplace, lounging area with luxurious leather sofas and armchairs, plenty of open floor space for dancing, a 60' holotv with a surround sound stereo system, a grand piano, and even a massage table for some in-house pampering. Additionally, the suite's corner placement in the building gave guests a completely unobstructed panoramic balcony of the Upper Class district of the kingdom and its nightlife, as well as the northern coast which, under a cloudless night, shined brightly with the light of stars and the shattered moon. As icing on the cake, you spied a sizable Jacuzzi overlooking the cityscape.

There was no longer any sign of smug confidence on Neo's face as she turned to you, only shattered disbelief as if she still couldn't comprehend what she was experiencing was real.

"Oh this is certainly real," you assure her. "Why don't you head into the bedroom and slip into something more comfortable while I get the massage table ready?"

A sultry smile answers you. Cocking her hips to the side, she thrusts her chest forward, snapping the button of her jacket loose to show off her dark corset and delicious cleavage, her eyes asking you if what she had wasn't good enough. In this moment, you couldn't find words to answer. Taking your dumbstruck and speechless expression as a personal victory, she turns on her heel towards the curtained archway that lead into the master bedroom. From your position, you could see a high canopy, king sized bed flanked by cushioned paneling on the wall, a bed that just begged to be dirtied. You could feel your blood boiling in anticipation as you watched Neo take in the room for a few seconds before rushing off to the right, presumably to the bathroom and a walk-in closet. You ensure the closet is stocked with a full wardrobe for your guest to pick from before she got there, and as your imagination ran wild with what she might choose, you hear the click of the front door opening.

To your mild surprise, you find a middle-aged couple, a man and woman, animatedly chatting and laughing with each other as they stepped into what was presumably their room for the weekend, only to stop dead in their tracks upon seeing you.

"What the... who the Hell are you?" demands the male.

You don't answer him, instead choosing to wipe their minds of this visit and teleport them back home, performing both in quick succession. His date wasn't too bad to look at, a cougar in a gorgeous ruby red evening gown, but right now there was only one woman you desired and she was changing in the bedroom.

With that distraction taken care of, you dress yourself in a tight, white tank top that flaunted your muscles and some loose, black sweat pants. A wave of your hand dims the lights and a second turns on the stereo with some soft and smooth lounge music. A final wave conjures numerous lit candles scattered about the room with a faint vanilla scent. Were you spoiling her? Maybe, but you were now without limits and you intended to make the most of it.

It's only a few minutes later when Neo emerges from the bedroom dressed in a long, see-through satin robe that was a deep magenta in color, and nothing else. Your breath hitches ever so slightly as your eyes roam over her flawless skin and full breasts topped with rosy red nipples, her neatly trimmed landing strip of chocolate pubic hair crowning her partially hidden snatch, and down the tight lengths of her hips and calves clad in sheer black stockings until finally settling on dainty feet. There were no doubts left in your mind that this girl was absolutely gorgeous.

Reveling under your lust-filled eyes knowing full well what effect her body had on the desires of a God, Neo confidently struts forward, tracing her finger along your jawline as she passes. A shrug of her shoulders slips the robe loose allowing it to slide down her back, the hem of which briefly catching on the swell of her plump, heart-shaped rear before pooling at her feet. Her long, dual-colored hair hung freely down to her lower back, shielding it from view as she languidly lays prone upon the massage table and stretches with a relaxed sigh. Pillowing her head with her arms, she glances up at you expectantly with a little wiggle of her rear. She wanted to be pampered and you fully intended to deliver. The entire ensemble was so sexy, it was... dare you say it... criminal. Ah what a knee slapper. Seemed Yang rubbed off on you in more ways than one.

Shoving aside your deeply provoked lust for the girl in favor of the professionalism befitting of a career masseuse, you step forward alongside her and brush her chocolate and strawberry hair out of the way, revealing the creamy expanse of her vanilla back. You then reach under the table into one of two storage bins and pull from it a bottle of fragrant massage oil. Positioning yourself over her, you firmly press down upon the pump nozzle, squeezing out a dollop of the honey-gold oil onto her shoulders. She hisses cutely as the viscous substance immediately has a warming effect on her skin.

You were no trained masseuse by any stretch of the word that much was certain, but as you let your hands go to work on her tense muscles and stress-induced knots, and listened how her breathing danced between deep rhythms and pleasured gasps, you found a new appreciation for the craft. You may even have a natural talent for it since you haven't even used your God powers to "download" the skill into your head. You simply let instinct take over as your fingers dug into the grooves between her shoulder blades and worked little circles into her floating ribs and sides, slipping lower until you reach the pillowy swells of her buttocks.

As your fingers sank into her tender and pliant flesh, you just barely catch the insignificant, near inaudible squeak of arousal leak out of her throat. Had you not been hanging onto every noise she made, you would've missed this momentous occasion entirely. Glancing up to her face, you find it buried into her arms as goosebumps danced upon her skin. Seeing the normally self-assured girl bashfully trying to hide sent your burgeoning arousal to new levels, and with every subsequent squeeze and pull on her rear, her legs gradually spread further apart inch by agonizingly slow inch revealing the glistening and swollen lips of her womanhood.

It was in this moment that the sweet sent of arousal hits your nostrils full-****, and while your fingers continued their ministrations as if on autopilot, you find your vision and thoughts clouding with lust. With every passing minute your body screamed louder to claim her, to pound this silent seductress into a bellowing banshee. It would be so easy too. All you needed was to drop your pants and mount her. You doubted she'd even fight back against you and yet your more rational side viciously butt itself back in, arguing that every extra second more spent stoking these flames of desire hotter would make release that much resounding for both of you.