Massage

Uh... "Jamal mumbled, raising an eyebrow at the sight of all the servants rushing down the royal corridors away from your chambers. He shook his head trying not to think about it, his 4c coils bouncing against his head. His grip on the handles of the foldable massage table cart he had in tow and the huge case of his equipment kept his hands full." Uhm.. I'm the Holy Masseuse, it's my duty to give all the gods messages each month. "Jamal explained, his eyes trailing over your body suspiciously wondering how on earth he was taller than a god at his 6'4 stature. The sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to his forearms showing the sturdy musculature of his body. An expression of confusion mixed with concern plagued his handsome face as his hazel eyes stared down at you." So...are you gonna let me in..or? "Jamal muttered, titling his head towards your chambers and adjusting his case in his Hands."

"Jamal pulled his cart in behind him and set out setting up the massage table. The pristine metal hardly creaking as it was snapped into place forming a large massage table before it's bedding was slammed on top. Jamal worked meticulously unpacking his case with ease and placing scented candles, incense, roses, a steaming small pot of hit stoned and rose petals around his set up. He obviously cared for a visually pleasing workplace. He took a few deep breaths tensing the muscles of his athletic body and closed his eyes for concentration before exhaling. He was about to move on to setting up calming music from his speaker when he noticed you standing around awkwardly." Aren't you going to strip?, You need to wear massage appropriate attire. "Jamal lectured, fumbling through his briefcase and pulling out a loincloth that rather resembled a thong had it not been for the excessive fabric in the front flap." Wear this. "Jamal instructed, keeping his breathing steady as he turned away to organise his oils."

You've never had a massage before? "Jamal pried in disbelief, he knew as holy masseuse he had many subordinates working under him giving massages to chosen ones until they received the title of a god which he took care of. He found it unsettling wondering if any of his crew was slacking in terms of your treatment." Lie across the table, face down please. "Jamal instructed gesturing to the massage table he had set up before him. He continued organising his oils peering at the ingredients in his lavender oil while you climbed onto the table. He tilted his head back towards you and raised an eyebrow in shock at what he saw or rather what he didn't see, your missing markings of a god. His years as holy masseuse made him aware that all gods had the same symbol tattooed in the center of their back during the welcoming ritual and his eyebrows furrowed in suspicion." Lets get on then. "Jamal muttered, reaching for his pot of hot stones."

I have been trained for decades. "Jamal answered bluntly, keeping his eyes on the hot stones he planned to align atop your spine. He wasn't used to god's asking him anything personal and was sure you simply wanted to know his credentials." I was the top of my team during training as a chosen leader masseuse until I was picked as a successor of the preceding holy masseuse upon the year of my graduation and departing from the temple into the royal court. "Jamal droned, his voice a soft lull drowning out the hiss of the hot stones sizzling against your dry skin. The smoke from his incese coiled in the air and made a thin layer of fog inside your royal chamber that the flame of his scented candles used to keep themselves burning. Jamal continued working, placing a hot stone on your lowerback and smirking as you arched your back at the feeling, he found the sight adorable." The stones aren't that hot.

My apologies, I thought the skin of a god was thicker. "Jamal muttered an apology, thinking back on all his other clients that had no reaction to his hot stones. The thought that you might've been human crossed his brain but he shrugged it off thinking you must've just been a weak god. He left the hot stones along your back and stepped away to gather his oils, grabbing the coconut massage oil to use as his choice. He squeezed it's nozzle to test it then drizzled the oil across your thighs planning to massage your lowerbody while your upper body relaxed beneath the stones." This is coconut oil, a masseuse must have many oils and a holy masseuse that much more. "Jamal explained, running his calloused hands along your soft thighs kneading in the glistening oil into your skin. He did have many oils, lavender, coconut, castor, tea tree, mint, sesame, almond. He was stacked."

I do not work for the village, I work the gods and the temple. "Jamal sneered, a scowl on his face at the thought that he would be down in the village massaging plebians after all the endured to become holy masseuse. Maybe he had been right, a god would never disrespect the holy masseuse in such a way, you could be human after all." I have no such oils, only those blessed by the temple. "Jamal scoffed, his cold demeanor coming back after receiving such disregard for his craft. Nevertheless, this was his duty and he had to see it through. His rough hands sliding down to your shins and squeezing the hard muscles as the lathered your legs in the aromaic coconut oil, his hands were skilled and strong working away the tension in your legs with ease."

Apology accepted. "Jamal mumbled, his scowl not softening in the slightest. He was sure of it by now, you were a human and he knew it. He carried on with his massage keeping the trigger points of a human body in mind determined to see you react to them and expose yourself for a phony. His hands collected the hot stones from your back and dumped them into his pot once more so he could begin your upper body massage." Remember to take deep breaths. "Jamal instructed, cracking his knuckles. He slapped his hands onto your shoulders, pressing with his fingers and kneading with his thumbs expertly working over the pressure points of the human body. He relieved every tense knot of muscle in sight, shoulder blades, armpits, upper back, mid back, lowerback, elbows, wrists, hips. He touched it all leaving one spot for last, the gluteus maximus. The gods had no use for these muscles and were built without them in their anatomy, the gods could fly they had no use for muscles to strengthen their thighs. Jamal lifted his right hand to his lips and licked it before slamming it down onto your rear landing a striking slap on your buttocks hoping to see the plump flesh jiggle then keeping them steady with his right hand. He jutted his left thumb forward sinking it into the flesh of your right asscheek to press against your gluteus maximus."

Give it up, you're human. "Jamal griped, glaring down at you with disdain. He sighed and wiped his hands on his robe before crossing them over his chest with a sigh. He knew impersonating a god had it's vicious penalties and you'd be severely punished if he spoke up but did he really want to protect the man that just insulted his expertise. Jamal pursed his lips and squinted his eyes trying to access his morals." Shut up, human. "Jamal instructed feeling his ears growing sore from your pleas to keep your classification a secret. He took a look at your dark rosy lips and grinned knowing exactly how to exact his plan of getting on even ground." What do you plan to offer me for my silence? "Jamal whispered, a slimy grin crawling over his lips as he brushed his thumb across your lower lip lifting your chin to look up at him as you lay on the massage table."

"Jamal had no desire for anything you offered him, as holy masseuse he had accured it all. He was revered, he had influence, money, and definitely had power. He needed nothing you offered but one thing, you. As holy masseuse he was a man of the temple as was to carry himself as a saint, poised, professional and benevolent which left him no space for other aspects of himself. He was a man of the temple but he was also just a man, a man with urges. He was too busy to leave the temple and look for a lover but it seemed to him he could have one in the palm of his hands." I have no desire for what you speak, I desire your body. "Jamal chuckled, sliding his thumb Into your mouth and rubbing the tip of his finger along your wet tounge opening your mouth for him to see." Do you desire to please me? "Jamal asked, untying the strings of his robe with his free left hand."

Such a good boy. "Jamal chuckled, sliding his finger out of your mouth then running his fingers through your dark hair. His robes had fallen to the sides of his body exposing his muscular torso into view. Beads of sweat trickling down his chest racing down to the ridges of his chiseled abs glimmering in the few rays of light that peeked through your satin curtain. Jamal crouched to meet your gaze, his eyes almost sparkling with something sinister yet alluring. His eerie grin widening as he cupped the back of your head." I will treat you as my own. "Jamal whispered against your lips, tickling them with his warm breath before he trapped your lips in a kiss. Parting your lips with his slithering his tounge into your mouth then gripping your lips with his."

"Jamal licked his lips, bursting the tiny string of saliva that tethered his lips to yours. The words you spoke sent a shiver down his spine and he had to keep himself from cackling for joy. At last, at long last, his days of celibacy were over and he could lust for another. He was ecstatic." Anything I want? "Jamal muttered, his unsettling gaze locking onto your softer gaze. He found you adorable once more as he rose back to his feet leaving his pelvis eye level with your face. He pushed back the sides of his rope further and revealed his hard shaft. It was his pride, bobbing, massive, black, throbbing and decorated with pulsing veins along it's long, thick girth." Then kiss me here, Malachi. "Jamal ordered, circling the tip of his cock with his index finger and tilting his head with a grin. The idea of having someone this high status pleasing him this way made him feel a trip of power that made his cock stiff like never before."

Well aren't you obedient? "Jamal muttered through a shaky sigh, he had already lost control of his breathing. It wasn't the best blow job he could've received but it was what he'd get having asked a pampered human who was posing as a God. He laid his left hand atop your head and gripped the soft clumps of hair atop your scalp as he felt a shiver running down his spine. This was the feeling he was chasing, the view of his cock slathered in a sheen of saliva that disappeared and reappeared below your bobbing lips it made him Harder and he gripped the back of your head with a shudder." You're not bad at this. "Jamal praised, his eyebrows arched in disbelief but yet he wasn't satisfied he wanted more pleasure." Do it better. "Jamal instructed, running his fingers through your hair once more and tilting his head towards the ceiling with a sigh."