My hands gently but firmly kneaded into the thick, soft flesh of her upper thigh. I completely ignored the desperate, conflicted shudder that wracked her powerful frame.
The heat radiating from her skin was staggering. Beneath my palms, the terrifying 7th Circle Mage was melting into a feverish, hyper-sensitive mess.
The sheer silver silk of her nightgown was bunched dangerously high around her waist.
It left the smooth, flushed expanse of her heavy thighs completely bare to the cool air of the bedroom and the agonizingly slow friction of my thumbs.
Morgana let out a choked, breathless sound. She buried her face deeper into the plush pillows.
Her fingers curled into tight fists, violently crushing the expensive white silk sheets. She was a woman who possessed enough destructive magical power to level a small mountain.
Yet under the clinical, merciless precision of the God Hand, she was reduced to a trembling, pliant body completely at my mercy.
"K-Kael," she gasped. Her voice was incredibly weak and heavily muffled by the pillows. "That is... too close."
"I am just following the muscle fibers, Mother," I replied smoothly. My tone remained perfectly calm and utterly innocent.
"The adductor muscles in your inner thighs are practically tied in knots. If I do not release them, the tension will just travel back down your legs. You want to be fully healed, don't you?"
I did not give her a chance to argue. I shifted my weight forward on the bed. My thumbs dug directly into the sensitive, incredibly tense clusters of muscle located dangerously close to her core.
Press. Drag. Release.
"Ahhh!"
A sharp, high-pitched moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure tore from her throat. Her powerful hips jerked upward off the mattress.
The intoxicating, supreme relief flooded her nervous system instantly. The absolute bliss bypassed her monstrous willpower and attacked her biology directly.
A fine sheen of sweat began to glisten across her bare lower back.
The intoxicating scent of her icy winter perfume was now heavily mixed with the sweet, unmistakable musk of female arousal. It hit my senses like a physical blow.
I kept my rhythm agonizingly slow and methodical. Every rotation of my palms forced her to endure another heavy wave of mind-melting euphoria.
Because I was playing the role of the dutiful, caring son, she could not lash out. She was trapped by her own logic. I was simply providing a medical treatment to heal her exhausted body.
But her body was interpreting my touch entirely differently.
[ System Notification: Target's Physiological State Deteriorating ]
[ Target: First Mother Morgana ]
[ Arousal Level: 40 / 100 -> 58 / 100 (Critical Core Temperature Rising, Heavy Secretions Detected) ]
[ Hidden Trait 'Physical Dependency' is actively rewriting Target's nervous system. ]
[ Corrupting Influence: +150 TP ]
[ Current Balance: 500 TP ]
I stared down at her quivering form. My own arousal was becoming a severe problem.
My thick dick throbbed painfully, swollen to its absolute limit against the restrictive leather of my combat trousers. I had to shift my kneeling position just to relieve the heavy, aching pressure building in my groin.
"You hold an unbelievable amount of stress right here, Mother," I murmured.
I slid my hands just a fraction higher. My thumbs dragged upward along the incredibly soft skin of her innermost thighs.
My fingertips brushed deliberately against the very edge of her silken panties beneath the nightgown. The thin fabric was already noticeably damp.
Morgana gasped violently. Her entire body went rigid.
"Stop," she commanded. It was meant to sound like the terrifying matriarch of House Valerius. Instead, her voice cracked pitifully in the middle of the word.
She sounded completely breathless, desperate, and dripping with heavy need.
"Does it hurt?" I asked innocently. I temporarily paused the deep massaging motion but kept my heavy, warm hands planted firmly against her bare inner thighs, refusing to break contact.
"N-No," she stammered, taking several ragged, desperate breaths. The sudden loss of the massaging motion was clearly agonizing to her dependent muscles.
"It does not hurt. But it is... highly inappropriate, Kael."
"Inappropriate?" I tilted my head, perfectly feigning clinical confusion.
"I am just applying the anatomical techniques I learned. The body is an interconnected network. But if you want me to stop the treatment halfway, I will. Your muscles will likely cramp up by tomorrow morning, however.
I slowly began to lift my hands away from her flushed, hypersensitive skin.
"Wait."
The word left her glossy lips before she could even process it.
Morgana squeezed her eyes shut. A deep crimson blush spread rapidly across the back of her neck and her exposed shoulders.
Her 7th Circle pride was screaming at her to throw me out of the room. Her logic dictated that allowing my hands so close to her wet core was crossing a dangerous, forbidden line.
But the God Hand had already done its work. Her body was completely addicted to the supreme, sensual relief.
The thought of me stopping, the thought of returning to that cold, agonizing state of permanent stress, terrified her subconscious mind.
"Do not... stop," she whispered. Her voice was incredibly small, stripped of all her usual terrifying authority.
"Finish the... treatment. But keep your hands strictly on the muscles."
"Of course, Mother," I agreed smoothly. "Just relax. I will take exceptionally good care of you."
I slowly shifted my kneeling position. Leaving the dangerous territory of her inner thighs for a moment, I moved upward.
I settled my weight directly over the back of her thighs, essentially straddling her hips. The heavy, thick leather of my combat trousers pressed intimately against the soft, yielding curve of her rear.
Morgana gasped at the sudden, heavy weight settling over her body, but she did not tell me to get off.
I reached out and gently swept her stark-silver hair to the side. The movement completely exposed the flawless, pale expanse of her bare back.
Her pristine white skin was flushed a deep, beautiful pink and slick with a fine sheen of sweat.
[ System Skill: The God Hand - Spinal Realignment Active ]
I placed both of my warm palms flat against her lower lumbar region. My thumbs found the incredibly dense, rigid muscles running alongside her spine.
I leaned my weight forward, driving my thumbs deep into the tissue with a rolling, rhythmic pressure.
"Ah... mmn..."
Morgana arched her back off the mattress. Her hips involuntarily bucked upward, pressing the damp silk of her panties flush against my groin.
A continuous, breathless moan vibrated in the back of her throat. The supreme relief of having the heaviest, most burdened muscles in her body forcefully relaxed was simply too much for her to bear in silence
"Mother," I murmured smoothly, pitching my voice into a tone of pure, dutiful concern. "Is the pressure alright? I can stop if it is too much."
"N-No," she stuttered frantically. Her fingers curled, violently twisting the expensive white silk sheets. "Do not stop. The pressure is... acceptable."
Acceptable.
It was a hilarious understatement. I could feel her entire body vibrating with raw, mind-melting pleasure beneath me.
I slowly dragged my hands higher, meticulously working my way up the center of her back.
My fingers kneaded into her thick back muscles, applying a crushing, agonizingly perfect pressure. Every time I hit a major nerve cluster, Morgana let out another sweet, pathetic whimper.
Her terrifying 7th Circle pride was entirely crushed beneath the weight of her own biology.
[ System Notification: Target's Willpower Crumbled ]
[ Target: First Mother Morgana ]
[ Arousal Level: 58 / 100 -> 63 / 100 (Full Body Euphoria, Almost Submission to Touch) ]
[ Corrupting Influence: +100 TP ]
[ Current Balance: 600 TP ]
I slowly dragged my thumbs all the way up to her tense shoulder blades, deliberately pressing into the highly sensitive nerve endings near the base of her neck.
"Ahhh! Kael!" she cried out softly. Her powerful body shivered violently under my hands.
I did not let her recover.
My fingers glided up the smooth, elegant column of her neck. The skin there was burning hot, her pulse racing frantically beneath my fingertips.
I applied a firm, circular pressure right at the base of her skull, methodically working away the deep, deep-seated stress of her heavy mental burdens.
Morgana let out a ragged, trembling sigh, her head sinking deeper into the plush pillows as her entire upper body went completely pliable.
"You are doing so well, Mother," I murmured, my voice dropping to a low, soothing whisper right beside her ear.
Slowly, deliberately, my hands moved outward. I slid my palms down the curve of her shoulders, dragging them down the smooth, unblemished skin of her upper arms.
The sheer silver silk of her nightgown offered zero resistance as my fingers traced a slow path down.
Then, I slipped my hands underneath her arms. My fingers brushed lightly against the sensitive, warm skin of her armpits before sliding forward, tracing the soft contours of her chest.
Morgana gasped violently, her eyes snapping wide open beneath her silver hair. "Kael!"
I didn't stop. Moving with a fluid, unstoppable confidence, my large hands cupped entirely around her huge, heavy breasts.
The sheer size and lush fullness of them filled my palms completely. Beneath the thin, damp silk of her nightgown, her boobs were incredibly soft, heavy, and burning with a feverish heat.
Her nipples were already tightly piqued, pressing hard against the silver fabric and poking directly into my palms.
[ System Notification: Forbidden Boundary Transgressed ]
[ Target: First Mother Morgana ]
[ Arousal Level: 68 / 100 -> 80 / 100 (Extreme Core Stimulation, Cognitive Collapse) ]
[ Status: Target's psychological defenses have completely shattered. Hidden Trait 'Physical Dependency' has reached maximum root. ]
[ Taboo Breakthrough: +200 TP ]
[ Current Balance: 800 TP ]
"Kael... what... what are you doing?" she whimpered, her voice entirely stripped of its authority.
It was a desperate, breathless plea, completely heavy with the intoxicating need my hands were generating.
"There are major lymph nodes and pectoral attachments right here, Mother," I lied smoothly, my voice completely innocent as I squeezed her heavy breasts, kneading the lush, soft flesh with an agonizingly perfect, rhythmic pressure.
"The tension from your shoulders always settles in the chest. Just let me handle it."
"Ahhh... nnngh!"
Morgana's head threw back, her back arching violently off the mattress as I squeezed her fullness.
A loud, wet moan of pure, unadulterated ecstasy tore from her throat.
Her powerful hips bucked helplessly against my groin, her subconscious mind completely abandoning her strict pride as she drowned in the mind-melting bliss of the God Hand.
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