FREE USE in Primitive World

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Removing Clothes For Massage

“Pain is just energy that is stuck, Aunt,” he explained, lying with the confidence of a seasoned con artist. “By applying the right pressure, in the right rhythm… we release it. We make the body flow again. It makes you stronger. Better.”

He began to knead her shoulders, digging his thumbs into the tight cords of her neck.

“It brings pleasure where there was pain,” Sol whispered, leaning his weight into her. “Just relax. Let me do everything.”

Lyra let out a long, shuddering breath as his thumbs worked into the stiff muscles of her traps. The pressure was firm, borderline painful, but it was a sweet pain that melted into a dull, throbbing relief.

“You have carried too much weight,” Sol murmured, his voice low and hypnotic. He shifted his position, moving from beside her to kneel directly over her thighs, straddling her legs. The sudden weight on her lower body made her gasp into the furs, but Sol didn’t retreat. “Stay still, Aunt. I need leverage.”

He leaned forward, using his body weight to drive his palms down her spine. The damp tunic was an obstacle; the rough fabric created friction against her skin, hindering the slide of his hands.

“This covering…” Sol tsked, pausing his movements. “It blocks the connection. The energy cannot flow through the weave, Aunt. It needs skin-to-skin contact to truly dissolve the pain.”

Lyra’s face was buried in the fur, her voice muffled and hazy. “But… I am naked underneath…”

“Good,” Sol whispered, his heart hammering against his ribs. “That makes it easier to heal you.”

Without waiting for further permission, he gripped the hem of her sweat-soaked tunic. With a slow, deliberate motion, he peeled it upward, bunching the fabric around her neck.

The cool air of the hut hit her skin, followed instantly by the searing heat of Sol’s palms.

Her back was a masterpiece of primitive survival… a landscape of toned muscle defined by years of labor, slick with perspiration that made her bronze skin glisten in the dim light. The curve of her spine dipped elegantly into the swell of her lower back, widening out into hips that were broad and fertile.

Sol’s throat went dry as he looked down at the landscape of her back. He placed his hands flat against her shoulder blades, spreading his fingers wide to cover as much of her slick, bronzed skin as possible.

He paused, turning his attention inward. The reservoir of that strange, Ash Gray energy in his chest was dangerously low… a shallow puddle compared to the raging ocean he had felt earlier in the wilderness. But he needed to know. He needed to understand the mechanics of this gift. Was it a blunt hammer, or a scalpel? Could he modulate it, or was it all or nothing?

Let’s see what a little spark does, he thought, focusing his will with utmost precision.

He carefully siphoned a thin, controlled stream of the remaining energy. He didn’t try to overwhelm her mind or break her will this time. Instead, he directed the flow straight into her spinal column, visualizing the energy latching onto her nerve endings like a parasite.

He pushed the pulse into her.

Awaken.

It worked instantly.

The reaction was visceral. Under his palms, he felt Lyra’s muscles spasm, a violent twitch as if she had been touched by a live wire. A visible ripple of gooseflesh raced across her back, standing in stark contrast to the sweat and heat of the hut.

The Ash Gray energy obeyed him perfectly. It didn’t just suggest; it rewired. It stripped away the callus of her warrior’s endurance… the toughness she had built up over years of hard labor… and flipped a hidden switch deep in her biology.

He had dialed her sensitivity up to an excruciating degree.

The friction of his calloused palms against her skin, which should have felt soothing, now registered as an overload of sensory input.

“Ah!” Lyra gasped, her head snapping up from the furs. Her breath hitched, trembling. “Sol… your hands… they feel so… strange.”

“Does this feel cold?” he asked, sliding his hands slowly down the length of her spine, his thumbs tracing the vertebrae.

“N-no,” Lyra stammered. Her body gave an involuntary jerk beneath him. The sensation wasn’t just pressure anymore; it was an electric current zipping down her nerves. “It burns… but… good burning.”

“That is the healing taking root,” Sol lied smoothly. His hands reached the dimples of her lower back, lingering there. “But the source of your tension isn’t in your shoulders, Aunt. It’s lower. It settles in the hips. In the foundation.”

He pressed his thumbs into the top of her ass, just above where the curve began. Lyra let out a sharp, guttural moan…a sound she didn’t recognize, a sound that belonged to a woman in the throes of passion, not a patient.

“Sol…” she breathed, her hips twitching instinctively, grinding slightly into the furs. “That… that feels strange. Too intense.”

“It has to be intense to work,” he commanded, his voice dropping an octave, filled with authority. “Don’t fight it. Submit to the feeling.”

He moved his hands fully onto her buttocks. They were firm, powerful, and yielding under his grip. He squeezed, kneading the flesh with a possessive rhythm. The taboo of it… molding his aunt’s body like dough, hearing her breath hitch and catch… sent a surge of dominance through him.

“Relax the muscles here,” he ordered, giving her a sharp slap on the right cheek of her ass. The sound cracked through the silent hut.

Lyra gasped, her body stiffening, but the Ash Gray energy remaining in her mind, twisted the shock into a sudden, blinding spike of pleasure. Her thighs fell open involuntarily.

“I… I am trying,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. She felt a strange heat pooling between her legs, a dampness she didn’t understand. “Sol, my legs… they feel weak. My stomach is fluttering.”

“That means the energy is moving down,” Sol whispered, leaning down so his chest pressed against her bare back. He bit lightly on her earlobe, his hands sliding from her ass to the tops of her thighs, his fingers inching dangerously close to the junction of her legs.

“We are almost there, Aunt. I just need to massage the deepest point to release all of it. Trust me… you’re going to feel much better.”