Well, she seed much more comfortable than he expected. As he sat on the bed, he watched her struggle to remove her dark clothing, which was just a single piece that covered both her top and bottom. Her trembling arms made it difficult for her to undress, and she could only manage to expose her legs at tis. Her thighs, though not overly plump, were still enough to stir desire in Cassian, who found himself wanting to bury his head between them. The way her trembling hands fumbled with her clothes only added to the teasing, and Cassian could feel the effects of the situation stirring within him.
Frustrated, he gently grabbed her trembling hands before she could clutch her dress again. "Let help," he offered, and Russella nodded, resting her hands on his shoulders. As he carefully uncovered her legs and thighs, he asked her to raise herself slightly so he could slip the fabric down. With that, he completely removed her nun-like clothing, revealing her naked body beneath a delicate black lace undergarnt.
Cassian stared for a mont, montarily taken aback. Sensing his hesitation, she asked, "If you find my old body that repulsive, you don't have to massage it." He shook his head and looked away, gently positioning her legs across his lap and encouraging her to lean back against the bed. "Quite the opposite, my lady. I'm amazed at how desirable your body still is at your age." this made her smile as she relaxed with her eyes closed.
And he was right; her skin was a radiant white, with a slight softness that made it feel incredibly delicate. If not for her trembling, Cassian could easily imagine how it would mold under gentle pressure. Her thighs were the softest part of her body he had touched so far, pleasantly ample, and as they rested against his penis, he couldn't help but enjoy the sensation while he massaged them.
Her stomach, surprisingly lean for her age, had a softness that gave it an almost artistic quality. While the muscles were still defined, they lacked hardness, making it inviting to touch. Her breasts, partially concealed by the delicate black lace of her bra, were perfectly shaped—so ample that he couldn't entirely cradle them in one hand. With her flawless, radiant skin, they appeared utterly delicious, and he found himself wishing he could savor them for a lifeti.
To Cassian's surprise, his admiration for her body extended beyond her breasts. He found himself captivated by her porcelain neck, gleaming with sweat and smooth as marble. When he glanced up at her face, he noticed the sa marble-like texture and soft features. If it weren't for her kind, mature expression and grayish hair, he wouldn't have guessed her age at all.
Curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, "My lady…"
"Just call Russella," she replied, her eyes closed in contentnt as she enjoyed his massage, still trembling but noticeably less than before.
Cassian nodded and asked, "Russella, may I know how old you are?"
Russella smiled, her eyes still closed, and replied, "Eighty-three. Why do you ask?"
Cassian was taken aback by her age. In a world where even the elderly could appear as youthful as he did—especially in the upper echelons of society where age-lengthening treatnts were accessible—her age seed surprising. Yet despite not having those luxuries, she remained beautiful. "I was just curious…" he said.
Russella opened her eyes slightly, her smile softening as she sensed his genuine interest. "It's not every day that soone my age gets asked such a question," she said with a playful lilt in her voice.
Cassian chuckled, feeling the awkwardness lt away a bit. "Well, you certainly don't look eighty-three."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, young man," she replied, a twinkle in her eye. After a brief hesitation, she added, "But you still haven't told where you learned to massage like this." She gestured at him as he worked on her thighs, which were relaxing into his lap like ice lting in the sun.
Cassian smiled and responded with a question of his own, "Would you share the details of your condition if I told you?"
Russella could only smile at his inquiry. She felt that explaining her need for his knowledge might open the door. "I wanted to know because of my condition," she said slowly. "I can't really explain it, but these tremors co every month and last for days. I can't tell you the cause, and while so dicine helps, it's too expensive for to afford."
Cassian felt a wave of sympathy wash over him as he listened to her explain her condition. He wanted to help her, to ease her discomfort, but the weight of Lady Katherine's teachings lingered in his mind. It was a delicate situation—he was already bending the rules by using the massage techniques on soone else. He couldn't risk offending her further by sharing thods that didn't belong to him.
Shaking his head gently, he replied, "I can't, Russella. It's not mine to share."
Her brow furrowed slightly, a hint of disappointnt flickering across her face. "I understand. I didn't an to pry. It's just... hard sotis." Enjoy new stories from mvl
Now he felt a pang of guilt, unsure of what to do. This was a matter of his principle against causing pain, yet here she was, enduring a kind of forced pain he couldn't fully grasp. He didn't know how intense the ache of muscle tension could be, but he wanted to help her. Deep down, he was resolved to find a solution to ease her suffering.
"You ntioned these tremors last for days, right?" Cassian asked, and Russell nodded. With a smile, he added, "Then I'll keep massaging you until they go away, and hopefully I can find a solution by then."
"But Aiden said you'll only be here for a day," Russell said, her eyes bright but laced with worry.
"I'll take care of it; you just focus on resting," Cassian replied with a reassuring smile as he resud the massage. Now he was at a point where he needed to be a bit more intrusive, and he hesitated for a mont.
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