The Darkness We Share (Revna x Jaythous)

[Jaythous]

Peter thought he saw a little smile and laughter in Celeste's eyes when he pointed out the Voice hadn't told them what kind of massage he had to give her. Then the Voice chimed in vindictively to inform them "you'll both need to be completely naked. A proper massage requires skin-to-skin contact, after all." To which Peter rolled his eyes, lowered his shoulders and waved his hands slightly as if to sarcastically say, "of course" with his body.

Peter recovered from his disappointment quickly to try again to put Celeste at ease, but it was too late, she was already walking towards the bed. Peter froze for a moment, unsure what Celeste's mindset was and fearing the worst. When he saw her retrieve the oil he let out a low, long, calmly breath he hadn't realized he was holding in from the tense moment. He was relieved that she wouldn't fight it and he even let himself fantasize that Celeste might actually like him giving her a massage, but when she didn't even look at him before taking her cloths off and getting on the bench he let that idea fade for now.

Peter looked around at the other two in the room with a look of being forced. He took a deep breath and then looked back towards Celeste just in time to see her take off her bra and panties. OMG she was so fucking beautiful! He closed his eyes against the thought. The last thing Celeste and the others wanted right now was for him to make this awkward by getting excited. No, he had to suppress his erotic thoughts, no matter how sexy Celeste was.

Finally he opened his eyes and walked over to Celeste. He was concentrating so much on staying calm, not getting excited, and thinking about how he could make this enjoyable from Celeste without going too far, that he forgot to take off his boxers. He reached over and took the oil into his hand and squirted some from his right into his left hand when the Voice cracked over the speakers, "Aren't you forgetting something? Or no food for you either!" Peter froze and then looked down. "Oh…yeah… right…" With that he gently laid his left hand down onto Celeste's back, letting the oil drip from his hand to the small of her back. His warm hand slid up her back softly to get most of the oil from his hand, then he took a step back from her and pulled his boxers down.

He really didn't mind other people looking at him naked, as long as they enjoyed what they were looking at. He decided to not make a big deal about it. Even limp his manhood promised a perfect size. He was toned, handsome, with smooth, healthy skin, and a powerful, athletic body. He moved gracefully with power as a man who played many sports easily does from knowing how every muscle moves in his body subconsciously. Once completely naked himself he moved to Celeste's side and laid one large, strong, warm, hand on her back gently to start their connection. He leaned in and whispered, "I'll keep it professional. I won't do anything you don't want, and I hope you can enjoy the massage some." Meanwhile he gently pushed her lovely red hair to the side of her head and off her back. With that he then took the oil bottle in his hand and pumped a good amount onto Celeste's back.

Peter started with both hands on her back, gently rubbing the oil into her back and then up to her shoulders. He wanted Celeste to get used to his hands and loosen up before he started to really massage with any strength. Peter kept to her back and shoulders and the back of her arms. His expert hands felt for her tense muscles and let her body tell him what he needed to work on. For Celeste his hands were warm, strong, and smooth, not callused. If Celeste was able to loosen up Peter would start to message her back and shoulders more strongly and more like a real massage.

 

[Revna]

The surface was cold against her skin, the hard edges pressing into her. She stretched out, resting her head on her arms, and focused on breathing evenly. Behind her, she heard Peter shuffle, followed by the sound of the Voice cutting through again. "Aren't you forgetting something? Or no food for you either!"

She didn't lift her head, but her lips pressed into a thin line. There it was again, that smug, gleeful cruelty. "Oh... yeah... right." Peter's voice was faintly sheepish, followed by the sound of fabric rustling. She didn't look back, but she could hear the subtle shift in his movements as he stepped out of his boxers.

The bench shifted slightly as he approached, and then his hand was on her back. Warm. Strong. Steady. The oil dripped onto her skin, and she inhaled sharply at the sensation. "I'll keep it professional," he murmured, his voice low and close to her ear. "I won't do anything you don't want, and I hope you can enjoy the massage some."

His breath was warm against her skin, and despite herself, Celeste felt a flicker of tension ease. He brushed her hair gently to the side, his fingers grazing her neck with a touch that was surprisingly careful, almost reverent. Then came the oil. A cool sensation at first, quickly warmed by his hands as they glided over her back. His touch was measured, deliberate, starting slow as if to give her time to adjust. The firmness of his hands against her shoulders coaxed a reluctant sigh from her lips. She hadn't realized how tense she was until now, the knots in her muscles stubborn but yielding under his expert touch. His fingers pressed with just the right amount of pressure, finding and working through the tight spots along her back.

Celeste let herself sink into the sensation, her mind drifting as his hands moved with precision and care. It wasn't comfortable—it couldn't be, not in this context. But there was something oddly grounding about the way he worked, his movements unhurried, focused, and undeniably skilled. For the first time in what felt like hours, Celeste allowed herself to breathe. A small groan even leaving her as she relaxed more under his touch, she couldn't help herself. Moving her head, she turned to look at him through half closed eyes as she watched him work on her backside.

 

[Jaythous]

He started off gentle and soft, slowly rubbing in the soothing oil into her back. In such a situation, no reaction was a good sign. When Celeste didn't complain about what he was doing he started to put more pressure in his massage. His hands increasingly got stronger and worked her tense muscles more and more. His strong hands slid up her back to her shoulders and then the padding of his fingers dug into her shoulder muscles before wracking down and then over and then in circles. His expert fingers worked to straighten her tight, balled-up muscles with ease. At this point he knew she was enjoying it, not only was she not complaining of his touch, but he could hear her breathing slowing and most of all could feel her body relaxing under his hands.

He let out a soft grunting moan as he pushed in deeper with his hands moving over her upper back muscles. Every pass her muscles felt more and more relaxed. Peter took a deep breath, calming his own nerves and muscles as he worked. It was nice to concentrate on something productive and forget about the anxiety filled situation. As his warm hands worked their way back down her back he fell into the zone of simply working on the massage. She had a lovely back, just like the rest of her, and he found himself enjoying his work. Her skin felt smooth, warm, and nice to the touch.

Soon his hands started to stretch out the muscles on the sides of her back, and then lower back. His eyes continued to stay on his work, but as he got down to her ass, he couldn't help but give it a long look. Mmmm…. It would be nice to rub all on her there. He had given such full body massages a few times and even two erotic massages before. It would be nice to go that route with Celeste. His manhood gave a slight twitch, but he quickly moved his concentration back to her back to keep from getting aroused. As his hands moved back up her sides from hip to arm Celeste turned to look in his direction. He suddenly felt vulnerable as his hips were right at eyesight and his naked manhood and balls were on full display for her if she wanted to see them.

Peter was a well built man with strong, muscular thighs. His pubic hair was shortened and trimmed, and while Peter was on the cusp of getting aroused from massaging Celeste, his manhood stayed in recess for now. Even though they were naked, it was still warm enough in the room that with the effort of massaging her Peter was warm enough for his balls to hang slightly between his legs. Peter saw her beautiful face as she turned toward him. He didn't mind. He'd only mind her looking if she didn't like what she saw. He couldn't help but smile to see her pretty face again before he went back to concentrating on working the tension out of her shoulder and neck muscles again.

Finally in a low, almost a deep whisper, "How does that feel? Do you need any extra attention somewhere?" While asking he moved around to the front and above her head. His hands working down her back from shoulder to small of her back as he leaned over her. He was tall enough so this motion didn't cause contact, but it would bring his manhood closer to her. he then moved his hands back to her shoulders and then down her arms, starting to work on her arm muscles.

 

[Revna]

Celeste felt the warmth of his hands seep into her skin, melting the tension coiled in her muscles. Her breath hitched when he pressed deeper, fingers kneading out knots she hadn't even realized were there. She hadn't wanted to enjoy this, hadn't wanted to let herself feel anything beyond reluctant submission, but damn him—Peter had good hands.

A low, reluctant groan slipped from her lips as he worked a particularly stubborn knot in her shoulder, her body yielding under his touch despite herself. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to temper her reactions, but each slow stroke of his palms sent a shiver down her spine. His hands were warm, firm, coaxing something almost sinful from her flesh. Her lashes fluttered, and for the first time, she let herself glance at him, at the way his body hovered over hers, at the careful restraint in his touch. A wicked thought flickered in her mind, something dark and tempting, something defiant in the face of their captor's twisted little games. If they wanted a show—well, why not give them one? But on her terms.

She turned her head just slightly, just enough for her lips to part near his wrist, the ghost of warm breath teasing over his skin as she exhaled. "Lower," she murmured, voice husky, edged with something dangerous. "My hips… my thighs. Work me there." A smirk curled at the corner of her mouth when she felt the tension ripple through him, just for a second.

Just enough to know he wasn't immune to the situation or the fact that his fingers were in her flesh, especially her ass. Feeling him close to her, a breath away really made heat spread like wildfire in her blood and begin to pool between her legs. She tried hard to keep her own self in order, to not feel lost in the lustful situation but it was hard. Especially with them naked and him digging into her soft skin.

 

[Jaythous]

Peter smiled to himself and enjoyed her soft moans and little cries as he performed his craft on her lovely body. It was a great sign of appreciation for her to be enjoying his work. As Peter ran his warm hands down both of her sides and was about to bring his hands back up the center of her back he heard Celeste whisper hotly "Lower," and he felt her warm breath caress his flaccid dick, balls, and upper thighs. He gave a surprised sudden intake of breath and she could see his whole body tense and ripple from the surprised caress of her breath. in the next instant as she continued, "My hips... my thighs. Work me there" Peter gave an open mouthed hot breath himself and if she was looking his manhood twitched into action from her warm caresses. His eyes looking down to her pretty face, seeing her eyes open a bit and her soft, open, supple lips inches from his manhood he couldn't help his manhood from giving another twitch as his arousal for her began. That close she might even be able to smell the change in sent, and feel the increased warmth.

The smile on her beautiful face knocked down the walls he had put up while massaging her. His eyes looked back up her body in a new way, this time with desire. She had asked for it, and he wanted to give it to her the way he knew how no matter where they were. He whispered back with a new desire in his voice instead of the neutral tone he had before, "Yes mam... gladly..." he then cut off his hands movement half way up her back to turn and slide back down her back and directly over her beautiful ass cheeks. As he plunged his hands down over her ass he leaned in further than before and closer than before to reach down to cup her ass cheeks and before pulling them up back towards himself and using his expert fingers to need her lovely muscles. he pulled back as his manhood gave another twitch and swelled slightly while he enjoyed his work.

he then slid his strong fingers back down over her ass cheeks and fanned out sideways, again pulling and needing her muscles with pleasing force. His hands then caressed the sides of her hips before his thumbs worked on her hip flexors. Possibly to her surprise his thumbs work on her hip-flexors caused a large sensation and seemed to turn on a water hose of tension release. "Mmmm...." he let a moan out from the sexy moment subconsciously, "... How does that feel?" he again brought his hands up her sides. He reached over to the table and pumped lots more oil onto his hands and then again leaned over her to start above her hips and then slide his hands slowly and soothingly down over her beautiful ass cheeks to let the oil sink in and watch her ass shine. So fucking hot!! He couldn't help but give another twitch and grow a little more up away from his balls slightly now.

 

[Revna]

Celeste shivered at the first squeeze of his strong hands on her hips, a sultry sigh spilling from her lips. He was good—too good. His fingers worked her like he knew exactly how to unravel her, how to make her body sing beneath his touch. And when he groaned? Fuck. That sound sent a pulse of heat through her, straight to the pit of her belly. She let her head fall forward, arching into his hands, offering herself shamelessly. "Mmm… just like that," she murmured, voice dripping with pleasure. "Don't hold back on me, Peter."

Her fingers curled against the table as his thumbs pressed into her hip flexors, a sharp gasp escaping her lips at the flood of sensation. She hadn't expected that—hadn't expected her body to react so fiercely. Her thighs trembled, heat pooling between them as her muscles melted under his expert touch. She bit her lip, but the moan still slipped free, sultry and needy. When he slicked more oil onto his hands and dragged them slowly over her ass, she couldn't help but shift beneath him, pressing back just enough to feel the heat radiating from him. A wicked smirk curled her lips as she let her hips roll into his touch, teasing, testing the boundaries he'd clearly already begun to break.

She turned her head just enough for him to see the glint in her eyes. "You feel so good." She purred, voice soft, taunting.

If it was ANYWHERE else, ANY other time, she would be completely lost in it all but hearing an annoyed sound from the corner as Damian stalked into the bathroom only semi brought her back to the moment. However, as she relaxed as his fingers dug into her again, she couldn't help another breathe moan leaving her. "Deeper," she moaned softly, though her tone was deep and seductive. She watched as his body responded to her, fueling the fire that went through her veins.

 

[Jaythous]

Peter hand no idea how much he was doing for her until her hips moved under his hands on her ass and her back arches slightly while she moaned "Mmm… just like that" His eyes widened slightly and he gave a hot breath with another soft moan while electricity shot through his manhood, causing a slight throb and more swelling. When she asked him, "Don't hold back on me Peter" he couldn't believe it, it was music to his ears. She had just given him permission to give her a full, erotic, massage, he loved that idea.

Next his hands slid down her ass cheeks again, but this time his thumbs did all the work, needing and stretching her lovely muscles. When she bent her hips and pushed her ass up against his hands he smiled and watched with lustful desire. Wow she looked so fucking hot all shiny from the oil and moving like that, and she felt so fucking good in his hands! She moaned again and his dick throbbed in response. He was started to become aware of his showing arousal, but he just couldn't help it. He didn't want to be showing, but he wasn't going to stop and he was just enjoying her too much to fight it.

He let his hands slide down her ass and over the back of her thighs. His fingers taking their time to massage the warm oil into them. His hands slid around the outside of her thighs and then back up to her back. He stepped back, put more oil on and moved back over her. This is when he heard her say "You feel so good" and he smiled brightly. That compliment was music to his ears again. He looked down to her and found her eyes looking back at him with a heavy smirk of mischievous lust. WOW she was so fucking sexy! He couldn't help the throb that shot through his manhood right in front of her! She must have seen it, she must know, and she seemed to be enjoying it. He smiled again to her, his genuine heartfelt smile without the mask. "Good… I'm glad… I must say… you have a lovely body. I'm enjoying my work…"

His hands slid back down her back and over her ass cheeks once again. This time he grasped her ass and softly squeezed and groped her. His slippery fingers squeezed and her muscles slipped down through his hands. He then fanned his fingers out again to the side of her hip to straighten her cheek muscles out pleasantly. Then his fingers slid down her hips to the sides of her thighs before putting his strong thumbs at the back of her thighs and pressing down hard. He used his thumbs to straighten her upper thighs over and over and over again.

Then he heard her say, "Deeper" to which he responded, "With pleasure Celeste…" and his fingers slipped between her thighs and up her inner thighs. Before he got to her most sensitive areas he reversed course and stroked her inner thighs with heavy pressure to relax her muscles there. He gently spread her thighs and his eyes which were on his work had good view of everything. His manhood gave another throb, now very obvious, growing, and close to being hard. "Mmmm… you feel very nice in my hands Celeste… I want to make you feel good…" he said seductively as his fingers slid the farthest down her thighs and his swelling cock head pressed gently against her forehead accidently before he brought his fingers back up the inside of her slightly spread legs. Just before his fingers could slip up inside her thighs all the way the Voice Cracked over the speaker.

 

[Revna]

Celeste barely had time to bite back a sinful moan as Peter's hands continued their slow, torturous worship of her body. His touch was firm, deliberate, radiating heat and desire as his oiled fingers worked deep into her inner thighs, spreading her just enough to tease without giving her exactly what she wanted. And fuck, she wanted. His words, low and dripping with hunger, made her shiver. "Mmmm… you feel very nice in my hands, Celeste… I want to make you feel good…" His voice was molten sin, curling around her senses, melting her into submission. And then—ohhh—that accidental press of his cock against her forehead. The brief contact sent a wicked thrill through her, a rush of heat pooling between her thighs. She knew he was hard now, had felt the evidence against her, and that knowledge only made her pulse race faster. She was about to shift, to tease him further, when the speakers crackled overhead.

"My, my. It looks like you two are really embracing the experience." The voice was laced with amusement, a knowing smirk bleeding through the static. "That was quite a performance… such chemistry, such dedication. Consider this a reward—bonus points for putting on a show."

Celeste sucked in a sharp breath, her skin prickling with awareness. They had been watched. Of course, they had—it was The Den, after all. But hearing it confirmed sent a different kind of thrill coursing through her. The knowledge that every moan, every arch of her body, every throb of his cock had been noted, judged, and fucking rewarded? God help her, it was intoxicating.

"Now… why don't you be a good girl and turn over? Let Peter continue his work… we're all dying to see more."

Celeste's lips curled into a sultry smirk as she exhaled slowly, her lashes lowering in dark satisfaction. So they want a show? Fine. Languidly, she stretched beneath Peter's hands, drawing out the motion just to tease him, to let him feel the last lingering caress of her body against his. Then, with a slow, sensual roll, she turned onto her back, fully aware of the way the oiled sheen of her skin caught the dim light, emphasizing every soft curve, every inviting dip. Her gaze lifted to meet Peter's, heavy-lidded, full of challenge and wicked amusement. And fuck, she didn't even try to hide the way her eyes dropped, dragging over the clear evidence of his arousal.

Oh, she thought, look at you.

Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips as she tilted her chin up, feigning innocence even as her thighs parted slightly, just enough to hint at invitation. "Looks like they really enjoy watching you work," she murmured, voice a slow, sultry tease. Then her gaze flicked up to his, catching the heat there, the raw, unmasked need.

She exhaled a shivering breath. "… And so do I."

 

[Jaythous]

He felt the soft brush of her forehead as he accidently brushed his hardening, smooth, swollen, cock-head against her. His dick gave a soft throb as he pulled away slightly. His hands were on the back of her thighs and moving up her slightly spread inner thighs towards a beautiful sight of her aroused womanhood. His hands froze for a moment as he looked down to see her reaction. He was about to apologize and beg forgiveness, but was interrupted by the dreaded voice.

He took a deep breath when the voice mocked them. He had completely lost himself in his exciting work on Celeste's lovely body. The voice brought reality crashing back and he hated it! He raised his eyes to look around. Damian was nowhere to be found, but his dark gray eyes did find Megan. She was standing behind a large black cage as if for protection from them. It only came up to her waist. Her hands lay on the cage, gripping it tightly until Peter looked her way. She unconsciously responded by wrapping her arms around herself and inhaling a sharp breath. Peter lingered on her face for a moment as if trying to gage her thoughts at what was happening in front of her, but Celeste was moving and more important right now, so he broke his stare with Megan and returned attention to Celeste.

Peter had stayed frozen in his position leaning over Celeste with his hands on the back and inside of her oiled thighs as he had looked around. When the Voice said, "Now… why don't you be a good girl and turn over? Let Peter continue his work… we're all dying to see more." And Celeste began to shift under his hands he looked down while she began to stretch against him. WOW she looked so beautiful. Every movement was intoxicating to his lustful eyes. Her body felt so good in his hands, he never wanted this massage to end. He was only disappointed that he hadn't been able to touch her womanhood and pleasure her, not that the voice would let him, or would it?

Peter half though Celeste might protest against the voice, but her sexy, sultry turn was a major turn-on for Peter. He pulled up and stepped back a bit to give her room to move while he watched. His cock now sticking straight out and growing into full erect hardness as he watched her turn to her front. When Celeste looked up to Peter he felt on edge to know what she truly felt with him now rock hard in excitement at massaging her. Her wicked amused look coupled with her eyes dive down his body to linger on his erect cock he couldn't help his excited throb that shot through his hard cock from her eyes on him there. It was dramatically erotic to know she wanted to look and liked what she saw. It was also erotic to know Megan was watching as well. She could see his large size and perfect girth. The smooth skin tight around his hard veins. As she flicked her tongue out, showing all the signs of wanting him, he smile his genuine heart stopping smile and took a hot breath.

In the next breath she confirmed how much she liked what he was doing as she said, "Looks like they really enjoy watching you work," as he stepped forward to eagerly continue his massage of her beautiful body. He responded with a soft smile and "Oh I think they enjoy watching my muse show off her glorious assets." He reached over her head, his strong chest and arms stretching on display with his sent and heat radiating to her. He grasped the oil bottle as she breathed "… And so do I." to which he beamed his smile over her with his cock throbbing again. Her words sending waves of erotic desires through him to know she liked it. "It's my pleasure… you're a very sexy woman… I'm enjoy this too much." and shifted back over her as he let a gentle laugh keep their desires lighthearted just yet. He looked down to her stunningly beautiful face and smiled genuinely. He started pumping spry after spry of oil over her belly, chest, breasts and upper thigs as she said, Now let's get you ready for the rest of my pleasurable work…"

With that he laid his warm, strong, oily hands back down onto her flat stomach. His hands began to slowly, soothingly, rub the oil into her lovely skin around her belly button and then over her upper midsection and then back down her sides before sliding over her hips and up the top of her pelvis just north of her womanhood. He moved his hands up and then around, slowly circling between her breasts and pussy without touching them. In a low, aroused voice he whispered, "Mmmmm… I love running my hands all over your body…" as his hard cock throbbed into full erection at feeling her beautiful body as he looked down to study it and arouse himself more with his sight of her naked.

His eyes took the opportunity to dip down between her sexy slightly spread legs and then back up to her gorgeous breasts. He bit his lips unconsciously with hot desire to fondle them. Then he looked up to her lovely neck, he wanted to kiss her there so much, and then up to her pretty face, oh yes, he wanted to kiss those lips just as much. He smiled into her eyes and then looked back down. His hands rubbed her belly some more before plunging down the tops of her thighs. His hands started to work harder, needing and caressing her thigh muscles to work out the tension and kinks. "He started moaning softly for her and let the moans turn into humming as if listening to music while he enjoyed working on her.

After spending a good time working on her thighs his warm, oiled hands slide between her thighs and worked her inner thighs, spreading them a bit more. His thumbs continued their hard pressure, working out her muscle stretch them just right. She could hear his breaths getting heavier and his moans getting a little louder as his hands moved up her inner thighs, spreading her just a bit more and finding her lovely pussy soaking wet and aroused from his work. "Mmmm….mmmmm" He wanted to stroke her pussy lips and hear her moan from him so badly. His hard cock throbbed in response to his desires and a little bead of pre-cup pooled at his tip.

He stopped himself, it was too soon, and he rieled his desires in for just another few minutes. He needed to finish what he had started first. He reluctantly slid his hands over her front thighs and rubbed over her stomach once more before then sliding up her sides and then rubbed the oil into her chest, avoiding her breasts at first. He then ran his hands over her arms. He massaged and caressing her arms, not letting it feel as rushed as he made it. As he set her second arm down he leaned in over her and whispered into her ear, "I hope you don't mind if I…. take some liberties? I want to hear you moan some more for me. I want to touch you everywhere…" He leaned back up slowly, his eyes on her face alone with his hands moving back down to her Stomach to caress her there while waiting for a response.