With a burst of determination, he focused fully on massaging her arms. Starting from her upper arms, he gradually worked his way down toward her fingertips. Soon, her palm rested in his hands as he massaged it gently.
He repeated the same process with her left arm. When he finished, he spoke hesitantly.
"My Lady… would you like me to massage your feet as well?" he asked, a faint blush coloring his face.
Seeing his reaction, an amused smile appeared on Countess Virelle's lips.
"Oh~? Why do you seem so eager to touch my feet?" she asked playfully.
"I'm not," he stammered. "I-I only wish to help my Lady relieve her stress."
The blush on his cheeks deepened, yet he still met her gaze.
The Countess let out a soft chuckle. There was something undeniably charming about the young man before her. Aside from his handsome appearance—which even she had to admit captivated her—his personality intrigued her just as much.
He was naïve, yes, but that was to be expected. Born a slave, raised in captivity, he hadn't seen much of the world. Still, that didn't make him dull. On the contrary, he grasped his role quickly and was doing his utmost to fulfill it. Despite his inexperience, he didn't lack confidence, nor did he shy away from voicing even embarrassing thoughts.
She was enjoying herself.
Without a word, she extended her legs, silently granting her consent.
Gareth dropped to one knee and gently took hold of her legs. With careful movements, he slipped off her heels, freeing her feet from their confinement. Her pale skin was revealed as he began rubbing her foot softly.
Slowly, deliberately, his hands moved upward along her legs. The slit in her dress made his progress effortless. When his touch reached her thighs, he felt a faint reaction—a subtle twitch beneath his fingers.
He traced light patterns along her skin, causing her body to jerk slightly from the sensation.
"Are you enjoying the massage, my Lady?" he asked softly, his face positioned close to her inner thighs.
Feeling his warm breath, the tension she had been suppressing finally broke.
"Mmm… it feels good," she murmured, eyes closed, her head tilting back.
A faint smirk tugged at Gareth's lips. He increased the pressure of his touch, inching closer, testing boundaries. From her reactions alone, he could tell she was already deeply affected.
"Should I make you feel even better, my Lady?" he asked quietly.
Before she could properly respond, a sharp intake of breath escaped her.
"Ah—!"
The sudden jolt of sensation sent a wave of pleasure through her, drawing an involuntary sound from her lips.
It was a dangerous gamble—one Gareth would not have taken without confidence. Misjudging her temperament could have been fatal. But this was their first meeting, and he wanted to leave a lasting impression.
Judging by her reaction, he had succeeded.
'Heh, even a countess can't resist me.' He thought to himself before turning his attention back to her. He increased the intensity of his massage, inching ever so closely to her forbidden zone.
Before long, he could perceive a faint odor coming from her cave. Without even seeing it, he could tell that she was already wet.
'Damn, I guess she really is a slut. Well, works for me.' He thought before a faint smirk played on his lips.
"Mmnn, what are you- Ahh~!" Countess Virelle let out a gasp as a jolt of pleasure shot through her being. Without waiting for her permission, Gareth had placed a kiss on her pussy, causing her to release an involuntary moan.
It was a risky endeavor, something that Gareth would not have done without sufficient preparation and adequate confidence. Without grasping the countess' real attitude towards him, doing such a thing would have been no different from a death sentence.
But it was a risk he had to take. It was their first meeting, and he wanted to imprint himself deeply in her mind. And it seemed he had done just that. Seeing that he hadn't lost his head yet, Gareth took it as a sign to continue.
He parted her dress with his hand, and her nether region was now in full view. Her lacy white panties were now out, leaving him marveling at the sight. Upon closer inspection, there was a small damp patch in the area covering her pussy.
'She's wet.' He mused to himself.
Without wasting anymore time, he dove in to feast on her. He began with gentle kisses that sent shivers down her spine. He didn't move her panties, just pressing his lips right on top of them.
However, that didn't dampen the excitement. If anything, it gave the countess a sultry sense of excitement, wondering what the real deal would actually feel like.
Gareth continued sucking on her pussy, slathering her panties with his saliva. He even began poking her pussy with two fingers, fingering her through her panties. The sensation she got from almost being penetrated simultaneously brought her pleasure while leaving her frustrated.
When her frustration reached its peak, Gareth finally slipped her panties to the sides. Now her pussy was in his full view. He exhaled slightly, watching as her now throbbing clit shivered when his breath landed on her.
He dove down once again, his path now free from any obstructions. He started sucking on her clit even more fervently, as he finally got a good taste of her. She tasted sweet with a slightly salty aftertaste that lingered in his mouth.
His tongue quickly found her clit, and he began flicking it with his tongue. With each flick, her body jolted, letting him know just how much she was enjoying this. Her pussy had already begun gushing with fluids, already dripping on the sofa beneath her.
Seeing such positive feedback, Gareth decided to take it up a notch. With two fingers, he dove straight into her pussy, bringing them back and forth in a fast, rhythmic motion.
"Mmmnnghh!" The surprised Countess let out a moan filled with pleasure. Her legs rose into the air and rested on his shoulder. Seeing her reactions, Gareth continued his actions, while simultaneously licking her clit, making her let out several gasps in pleasure.