"Are you alone?" Damon asked, eyes still roaming over the fancy house like he owned the place.
"Don't ask stupid questions, human. And stop staring at my stuff. Focus on how you're going to fix my back." Lora slid open the backyard door. "This way."
Yeah, carrying those heavy tits around all day must be exhausting.
The backyard was private and luxurious; high walls covered in thick vines, a sparkling pool reflecting the sun, and lush plants that blocked any outside view. A long lounge chair sat under the open sky, perfect for what he had in mind.
Lora didn't waste any time. She peeled off her top and bra, letting her massive twin mounds spill free into sunlight. Then she shimmied out of her pants and underwear, completely naked like it was the most normal thing in the world.
To Damon, it was anything but. His dick strained hard against his pants, throbbing at the sight of her smooth and curvy body.
She stretched out face-down on the long chair, her ass up and tempting.
"The kit is by the table. Grab what you need and get to work," she ordered, pointing without even looking.
Damon scanned the empty backyard. There were no servants or even cameras he could spot. It was just them.
He couldn't help but be suspicious. This seemed too easy. He was confident he would suceed but he needed to take a precautionary measure.
After all, what's the point of having a special advantage if you won't use it
"What would you like to drink?" he asked, standing beside her. "I can't start until you're properly hydrated."
Lora lifted her head. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Fine. There's wine in the kitchen. Pour me a glass." She waved him off like a servant. "And if you steal anything, I'll know. I'll report you straight to your mistress."
Damon went inside, found the bottle, and poured a glass. Before heading back, he made a quick cut on his thumb with a knife.
'I can't keep doing this everytime i want to corrput somone," Damon thought to himself.
He pressed the wound and a few drops of his blood dripped into the wine. He stirred it once and carried it out.
"I'm not a thief," Damon affirmed, handing her the glass.
"That's what the last one said." Lora took it and poured a little wine onto the tiled floor. "You first."
Clearly, she wanted him to drink the wine first. Her own way of checking if hhe had spiked it. Damon stood hesitant for a few seconds, but the thought of what he was going to do to her soon gave him the motivation he needed.
Lora had no idea who she was messing with. She had chosen the wrong human to degrade today.
Damon knelt like a dog and licked the wine straight off the floor.
"You think all humans are bad?" he asked, irritation thick in his voice.
Lora didn't answer. She watched him for long minutes, checking for any sign of poison. When nothing happened, she downed the whole glass and lay back down.
"You can begin."
Damon wanted to skip the massage and go straight to fucking her, but he held back. His blood needed time to work its magic. She wasn't going anywhere.
He stared at her round ass for a few seconds, smiling, then stripped off his shirt.
Damon poured oil into his palms, rubbed them warm, and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Relax," he murmured, placing his hand on her shoulder.
Lora let out a slow breath as his fingers pressed in. He wasn't a real masseur, but he knew how to touch a woman. He started at the base of her neck, thumbs working the tight knots in slow circles.
Then he moved downward, spreading the slick oil over her smooth skin.
He pressed harder, kneading the muscles along her spine. Lora sighed softly, her body starting to melt under his hands. She had no idea he could be this good.
Damon smirked. His palms glided lower, working the sides of her back, avoiding her spine but hitting every stiff spot. He added more oil, letting his hands slide easy over her curves.
He worked her waist, then her sides, fingers digging in just enough to loosen everything. Then he moved to her arms, forearms, even her hands, thumbs pressing into her palms, rolling each finger slow and firm.
"You're very good at this," Lora murmured, voice already drowsy.
Damon chuckled. He couldn't believe it either. He was just feeling up sensitive spots, but it was working.
He poured more oil and moved to her legs, still saving her ass for last. His hands glided over her thick thighs, kneading her calves, pressing into her ankles and the arches of her feet. Her breathing slowed even more.
Then Damon reached her ass.
The moment his oily hands touched those soft, full cheeks, he started moving in slow circles. He dug his fingers in deeper, making the flesh squish and ripple under his grip.
Lora stayed quiet at first, thinking it was still just the massage.
But his hands moved lower.
His fingers brushed right against her tight little hole, then slid further down toward her pussy. She let out tiny, involuntary sounds.
"Human... is that necessary?" Lora asked, voice tight with grunts.