It was clear in Zale's gaze just how much he was enjoying the reaction from Val. The way the other gaped at him, the words that left the elf's lips. "Yes, Master, duties like," a hand reached out, pressing against the other's chest lightly and leaning in just a bit closer. "Taking care of you. Perhaps my Master would like a massage? Such a strong man, I am sure you must be sore. Perhaps I can... help to ease that some?"
The Maid Dresses are Spreading
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“Well fuck...” Val found himself needing to take a moment to catch his breath in the onslaught of...everything that Zale had hit him with. It was practically dizzying, and without meaning to the elf found himself leaning ever so slightly into the other’s touch, unable to tear his gaze from him.
“Massage?” Distracted hands reached out to settle around Zale’s waist. “Uh, sure, if you want to...”
















