"Turians Love Happy Endings..." Part II, Electric Boogaloo - 2/?
anonymous
December 6 2013, 20:12:28 UTC
Ohhhh he's in for a good time, believe me.
"Well, first things first. Let’s get you out of those clothes.”
The Councilor nodded and started to reach for his jacket when Telarr reached out and took his hands in hers, stopping him. “Oh no, sir, you don’t have to do that…” She said as he furrowed his brow plates in confusion. She just smiled and giggled. “You’re getting the full treatment. You don’t have to lift a finger.”
That being said, she reached around, pulling his jacket off of his shoulders, and hanging it on a nearby-coat hanger. “I’ll be taking care of everything,” she said in a nurturing tone, as her fingers started to work on the buttons of Sparatus’ shirt.
“Ah, I see…” Sparatus said quietly as she continued to unbutton his shirt. Her nimble fingers worked fast, and it wasn’t long before it was off, revealing his bare chest. Telarr cooed and stroked his hide.
“My, my! Look at you, Mr. Handsome! I bet you have ladies chasing after you all the time!”
Sparatus looked away bashfully, his mandibles fluttering. He was fully aware that, even for an older Turian, he was a looker. But coming from this Asari, in such an intimate situation, somehow made him feel so modest and humble.
Telarr neatly folded the Councilor’s shirt, starting a pile on a chair. Then, she reached down for his belt, casually undoing it and unzipping his pants. Sparatus cleared his throat, feeling awkward as this strange woman stripped him down. Even as a member of the Citadel Council, he wasn’t used to this kind of treatment.
Telarr, working her thumbs under the waist band of both Sparatus’ pants and underpants, pulled the two of them down at the same time, lifting his feet out of the pant legs one by one. Just like that, the Councilor was fully nude. Telarr took a step back, admiring the Turian’s physique. “If they ever make a statue of you, they should definitely do it in the buff. You have a lovely body.”
Sparatus felt his face get very warm, looking down at his feet. “You flatter me,” he mumbled bashfully as Telarr took his claw in her hand, leading him over to the massage table.
“Nonsense. You look great. It’ll be a privilege to work on a body as nice as yours,” she said as she guided him onto the table, face down. She didn’t bother laying a towel over his ass- that wasn’t necessary for a treatment like the one she was about to give him. After strapping her squirt-bottle of oil around her waist, she squeezed some onto her palms, giving the Councilor some last-minute guidance before she began.
“Alright, let’s get started then. There’s a heated relaxing agent in the oil, so a tingling warm feeling is normal. Are you ready?”
“I am” Sparatus answered, fidgeting a little, getting comfortable on the table. As ready as he was ever going to be, at least. The point of no return had long since past; he was in this for the duration now. He took a deep breath, and waited for her to start.
Telarr launched right into things, starting at the base of the Councilor’s spine, spreading the oil all over his back up to his broad shoulders. Sure enough, he could feel a tingling, warming sensation in the wake of wherever she put her hands. He wondered if that was all the oil, or partly her biotics as well. Either way, it was relaxing. He started to feel more comfortable, un-tensing his muscles and letting her do her thing.
This continued on for a good while, with Telarr starting off simple, spreading the oil all over Sparatus’ body, only lightly smoothing his hide as she stroked along his back and sides, up to his neck and along his arms, and back down along his legs towards his feet. He figured this was just warming up for her before working each part of his body a bit deeper, but it still felt relaxing. It was nice to be pampered, especially when it was by an attractive Asari with such soft hands. He’d almost forgotten the real reason why he had come here.
"Well, first things first. Let’s get you out of those clothes.”
The Councilor nodded and started to reach for his jacket when Telarr reached out and took his hands in hers, stopping him. “Oh no, sir, you don’t have to do that…” She said as he furrowed his brow plates in confusion. She just smiled and giggled. “You’re getting the full treatment. You don’t have to lift a finger.”
That being said, she reached around, pulling his jacket off of his shoulders, and hanging it on a nearby-coat hanger. “I’ll be taking care of everything,” she said in a nurturing tone, as her fingers started to work on the buttons of Sparatus’ shirt.
“Ah, I see…” Sparatus said quietly as she continued to unbutton his shirt. Her nimble fingers worked fast, and it wasn’t long before it was off, revealing his bare chest. Telarr cooed and stroked his hide.
“My, my! Look at you, Mr. Handsome! I bet you have ladies chasing after you all the time!”
Sparatus looked away bashfully, his mandibles fluttering. He was fully aware that, even for an older Turian, he was a looker. But coming from this Asari, in such an intimate situation, somehow made him feel so modest and humble.
Telarr neatly folded the Councilor’s shirt, starting a pile on a chair. Then, she reached down for his belt, casually undoing it and unzipping his pants. Sparatus cleared his throat, feeling awkward as this strange woman stripped him down. Even as a member of the Citadel Council, he wasn’t used to this kind of treatment.
Telarr, working her thumbs under the waist band of both Sparatus’ pants and underpants, pulled the two of them down at the same time, lifting his feet out of the pant legs one by one. Just like that, the Councilor was fully nude. Telarr took a step back, admiring the Turian’s physique. “If they ever make a statue of you, they should definitely do it in the buff. You have a lovely body.”
Sparatus felt his face get very warm, looking down at his feet. “You flatter me,” he mumbled bashfully as Telarr took his claw in her hand, leading him over to the massage table.
“Nonsense. You look great. It’ll be a privilege to work on a body as nice as yours,” she said as she guided him onto the table, face down. She didn’t bother laying a towel over his ass- that wasn’t necessary for a treatment like the one she was about to give him. After strapping her squirt-bottle of oil around her waist, she squeezed some onto her palms, giving the Councilor some last-minute guidance before she began.
“Alright, let’s get started then. There’s a heated relaxing agent in the oil, so a tingling warm feeling is normal. Are you ready?”
“I am” Sparatus answered, fidgeting a little, getting comfortable on the table. As ready as he was ever going to be, at least. The point of no return had long since past; he was in this for the duration now. He took a deep breath, and waited for her to start.
Telarr launched right into things, starting at the base of the Councilor’s spine, spreading the oil all over his back up to his broad shoulders. Sure enough, he could feel a tingling, warming sensation in the wake of wherever she put her hands. He wondered if that was all the oil, or partly her biotics as well. Either way, it was relaxing. He started to feel more comfortable, un-tensing his muscles and letting her do her thing.
This continued on for a good while, with Telarr starting off simple, spreading the oil all over Sparatus’ body, only lightly smoothing his hide as she stroked along his back and sides, up to his neck and along his arms, and back down along his legs towards his feet. He figured this was just warming up for her before working each part of his body a bit deeper, but it still felt relaxing. It was nice to be pampered, especially when it was by an attractive Asari with such soft hands. He’d almost forgotten the real reason why he had come here.
He wouldn’t have to wait long to be reminded.
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