Morgana (2): Massaged into Submission
I started with her shoulders, stimulating them as best I could. Despite my complete lack of skill, I pressed down firmly with my fingers.
Morgana's body definitely didn't have the sleek, defined muscles like Rasca's.
It was just flawlessly soft, pale skin.
Rasca fights with raw physical power instead of magic, so her muscles are rock-hard. Morgana always relies on spells, so this makes sense.
I'd heard werewolves could only use minor transformation magic on their limbs to reinforce bones and muscles.
Of course, that was still leagues better than an incubus. All we could do was help with sex, at best.
"You're pretty good at this massage. You did well calling yourself over."
"Thank you."
"Fu fu hut. Still, you're lucky, aren't you? The only male who gets to touch my body."
This woman had insane pride in her own figure.
Not that I blamed her. She was tall, and the more I touched her, the more I wanted to keep going.
Time to slide a bit lower.
My hands drifted down from her shoulders.
Her long waist... the erector spinae muscles, or whatever they were called? It felt like staring at a line drawn by a master painter.
Nothing like this waist had ever crossed my eyes before. If she wore a dress, it'd have to be backless to show it off properly.
"Touching my waist now."
"Ah, rest assured. This is purely a massage."
"Right... a massage. A massage, yes. Is that what this is?"
"Pressing the waist will naturally make the glutes push back."
"Hm? What does that mean?"
Obviously, I was making it up. But right now, Morgana's body was reacting to my every word.
She had doubts, sure, but she still arched her hips backward.
"Oh?"
"It's from pressing the pressure points in your waist. The spine is where all the nerves run. Hit the right spots, and it naturally moves other areas."
Another load of bullshit, of course. Pressure points? This wasn't some acupuncture bullshit.
"True... that makes sense. Guess I can't move like this."
"Ah, of course, the massage will naturally bring you back to position."
"Then hurry up and do it."
This pose was called the cat stretch in yoga, right?
It looked exactly like a cat extending its body.
"Hey? Mind continuing the massage soon? I know my body's impressive, but don't just zone out staring."
"Ahem."
I'd gotten so lost in it... If I had a phone, I'd have snapped a pic of this scene.
"Next up is... the glutes."
"Hm? Never heard of massaging the ass before."
"The glutes are packed with blood vessels. Sit too long, and they get compressed, messing up circulation."
Come to think of it, Morgana was a vampire. She'd know her blood stuff inside out.
"Hmmm? True, I've been sitting so long my ass hurts lately. Must be all the work piling up."
"We need to loosen this properly. If you don't release the glute muscles connected to your legs, walking will feel off."
Hell, I didn't even know what I was saying anymore. Who cares? She was buying it, so all good.
"Fine, whatever... You probably know better than me. Go ahead."
"Ah, Lady Morgana, before we start—"
Wrrrrrr—! That's when the Marking began to glow. It was exerting even stronger power now, no doubt.
"The glutes have important pressure points like the spine. Especially for women..."
"For women?"
"You might feel a bit aroused. Totally normal, so don't worry."
Of course, no normal person gets turned on from an ass rub.
Until now, anyway.
With the Marking and Hypnosis overlapping, Morgana's body was now wired to get excited the moment I touched her ass.
"We'll see about that. You might not know, but I'm no ordinary vampire... Kyaaah!?"
The effect hit instantly. A moan burst from Morgana's lips.
Fast as hell. Must be because Marking was at level 3.
Her body heated up in a flash, sweat pouring out and making everything slick.
Her porcelain skin glistened with sweat. Undeniable proof this dumb vampire was subconsciously believing every word I said.
"Haa, haa..."
"Calm down, Lady Morgana. It's just a physiological response."
"R-Really?"
"Though some people get even more aroused. Maybe you're one of those cases..."
"Haa, haaa... My body's burning up. I'm going crazy."
I groped her plump ass freely. Kneaded it like dough, rubbed it with my palms.
"This massage feels kinda weird..."
"Ah! No, this is pure traditional imp massage."
Still no suspicion?
Werewolf-level IQ on this one. Being a vampire didn't make her smart, apparently.
Then I can do whatever.
I raised my palm high. Smack! Slammed it down hard on her white cheek.
"Kyaaah!?"
"Does it hurt?"
"W-What the hell are you doing?!"
"Good. Feeling pain is normal."
"What?"
"This is part of the massage, Lady Morgana."
Just a spanking. A red handprint bloomed on her ass.
"Ah...!"
Squiiiish...
Couldn't hold back the stimulation, huh? Morgana squirted clear fluids everywhere.
Climax... The vampire mafia boss—a proud true ancestor—had just cum.
"This... impossible. Did I just piss myself...?"
It was pussy juice, not piss. No need to correct her.
"Physiological response. Perfectly normal."
"Aah...!"
"So no need to be embarrassed, Lady Morgana."
Even so, her ears burned bright red.
Bright red...
"...What the hell."
Meanwhile, at the same time, Rasca had enjoyed a rare peaceful night.
No annoying imp showed up in her dreams to fuck her senseless.
No one called her stupid.
Just a plain, dreamless night.
Am I free now...?
She always woke up with soaked thighs. Not today—nice and dry for once.
"Hey! Do your damn jobs right. You know today's collection day? Fuck up even a single won, and I'll kill you myself."
"Got it, Boss! But something feels..."
"What?"
"Eek! Nothing!"
This long-lost freedom... But instead of refreshed, Rasca felt pissed.
"Boss is extra snappy today. She wasn't like this before."
"Yeah."
"Too many sandwiches? She scarfed five yesterday."
"What? Five?!"
Her frayed nerves exploded into action. Rasca was way rougher than usual—cursing as standard, even resorting to violence.
Naturally, her subordinates' resentment built up.
Fuck... this ain't it. That cocky imp toyed with me at will, and now he bails?
She knew it was all just dreams, but Rasca blamed Asmodeus anyway.
She shook out her legs, shivering with frustration over the pleasure she'd been robbed of.
"Sandwiches are here!"
When the culprit arrived, she bolted out like a bullet.
"Why didn't you come?"
"Huh? I was here yesterday. You ate five."
"No! Why didn't you come?!"
Asmodeus knew exactly what she meant but played dumb.
"No idea what you're talking about, Lady Rasca..."
"No! I mean... Fuck! You're so damn frustrating. Don't lie."
Her face flushed red as she shrieked.
"Be honest. Be honest!"
"Boss, that's crazy talk. Even a dog wouldn't say that."
"Shut your mouth! Run away and you're dead."
"I'll come tomorrow."
"No! Come this morning, when I'm asleep. Got it?!"
"Uh... I'll be sleeping then."
"Fuuuck!"
She told herself it was just a random dream, but Rasca demanded Asmodeus appear anyway.
She knew it was impossible... but just in case, she spat it out.
Gotta target Morgana again tonight.
But Asmodeus planned to ignore Rasca's demands completely.
You never give someone what they want for free.