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| Daniel | Feb 2 2018, 10:13 PM Post #196 |
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Krys shivered as he felt Damita's hand press more firmly into his back, a barely audible whimper escaping him in the moment before she spoke. Her words reminded him again of everything that had happened since the day he met her, not that he could ever forget. Guilt stabbed at him briefly, but was quickly washed away with pure relief. He nodded ever so slightly, his grip still tight on the sheets. "I trust you, Damita," he whispered. Once she had gone to do as she said, Krys was left to his thoughts for several moments. Though she had done nothing to this point to harm him, the Darkling had spent time on tables before. From the time he was a small child into his adulthood, Krys had found himself captured by Mordeth's men more than once. It had never been a pleasant experience, and as irrational as it was, he felt a visceral fear of the unknown when Damita returned. "I'm afraid," he admitted quietly, unable to meet her gaze. |
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| Jordan | Feb 2 2018, 10:21 PM Post #197 |
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Damita shook her head and smiled softly at him, holding her hand out for him to take. "There's absolutely nothing to be afraid of," she said softly, thinking about the table with the four-inch thick foam that she'd covered with soft fleece sheets, her table warmer, and a plush fleece blanket to keep the warmth in. "Come with me, amor," she urged softly, taking it slow and easy with him to help pull him off of the bed and lead him to the living room where she'd set up the table. "We need to get as many clothes off of you as possible so I can get to your skin easier. I'll show you my talent for real now. You've gotten little massages from me before. On your legs and shoulders?" she phrased the statement like a question to get him to recall the memories. "I'm going to work on your whole body this time." |
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| Daniel | Feb 2 2018, 10:32 PM Post #198 |
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Krys shivered a little as Damita spoke about removing his clothes, but nodded when she reminded him about how she'd used her touch on him before. It had been a pleasant experience, but he had never hurt like this outside of Mordeth's citadel. As she helped him out of the t-shirt and sweatpants he wore, Krys couldn't help the pained gasps that escaped him with every wrong movement, and he felt no discomfort over being nude in her presence. Memories of Damita running a sponge over his back flashed in his mind as he slowly collapsed onto the table, letting her get him situated the way she wanted. He was too afraid to speak, to say anything, and found it difficult to relax as he waited with uncertainty for her to start. |
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| Jordan | Feb 2 2018, 10:46 PM Post #199 |
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Damita situated him on his back on the table and slipped a full bolster under his knees to press his back firmer into the table warmer. She moved her hand over his knee reassuringly before she moved up to the head of the table. The Latina settled onto a wheeled stool and adjusted the height before settling her hands on either side of Krys's head before moving her fingertips through his hair and against his scalp. Gently she worked on the cranial muscles, determined to relax him from top to bottom, as literally as she possibly could. She knew that the heat from the warmer would help to relax his body, the warmth spreading through his muscles as she took her time working her fingertips over his scalp. Slowly she worked her way to his neck, starting at the base of his spin and working down each side of his neck, starting in small circles before drawing her fingers all the way back up, working them in deeper with each pass. It took multiple times of this for his upper trap muscles to give way, and then she took the back of his head in one hand and gently tilted the angle of his neck to bring his ear closer to his shoulder and moved her hand down the side of his neck and over the top of his shoulder. She glided her hand back up to the top of his neck and let go only for a quick moment to gather lotion that she'd attached in a holster to her hip. It was of her own making, with healing properties within it, and she knew it would be beneficial to him. She warmed it in her hand a moment, smirking a little as she realized she'd gotten a little much and swiped it on her opposite arm before returning her hand to his neck and moved it down to his rotator cuff before gliding back up again. A purposeful amount of pressure was applied with every downward stroke of her hand before gliding her fingertips back up to his neck again. She worked the lotion into his skin, and then gathered the rest that had time to warm on her arm to finish that shoulder off before transitioning to tilt his neck in the opposite direction, her movements graceful and skilled as she then worked the opposite side to the exact amount of passes before she situated his head in a direct line with his spine again on the table. She utilized both hands then. She rest her hands on the front of his shoulders, her fingertips just brushing his collarbones before she swept them out to the rotator cuff, and swooped them under his shoulders, her fingertips pressing into the muscles as she brought her hands together on his neck, then flipped her hands back to their starting point. Over and over she did this, her pressure steadily growing with each pass before she had him relaxed. It was almost double the amount of time she normally spent on that area of the body, but it didn't matter. She would work as long as it took to have him comfortable and malleable on her table. |
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| Daniel | Feb 2 2018, 11:04 PM Post #200 |
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This was all new and unfamiliar territory for the Changeling, but the table was invitingly warm beneath him and Damita's consisted touch as she scooted around him gave him some comfort. Krys closed his eyes as he felt her hands moving through his hair, having gotten used to the sensation when she would calm him from his nightmares. However, when she began to apply pressure with her fingertips and massage his scalp, he quickly began to relax. Anxiety ebbed away as he forgot about the Gentry, the Citadel, Mordeth, and everything else but the Latina's touch on him. Krys couldn't keep the grunts and groans from being drawn forth by her massage, especially along his traps and leading up into his neck. She seemed to naturally gravitate towards the spots generating the most pain and discomfort, but he did not expect what happened when Damita finally got the first of his knots to release. A shudder ran through him from head to toe, and his breathing hitched as a wave of emotion overcame him. Krys drew in a deep, unsteady breath as she continued to move her hands over his flesh. He let it out on a shuddering sigh, but the feelings pouring into him from what she was doing did not stop, and only became more difficult to contain. There was no doubt that everything she was doing felt wonderful, but with each trigger point Damita would inevitably unwind, it simply added even more emotions to what was already straining the levy within him. |
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| Jordan | Feb 2 2018, 11:30 PM Post #201 |
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Damita smiled softly as she heard him exhale a shuddering breath, but didn't let up on her work, and wouldn't unless he broke completely. She would still then, and let him get through the break before she would continue. That wasn't happening yet, however, and she worked her hands deeper and deeper into his muscles, reaching under him to run her fingertips against the muscle fibers of his rhomboids and up toward his neck. She moved her hands over his shoulders, up over the top and under the bottom a few more time, sweeping the motions quickly before she cupped her hand over the cuff of his shoulder and moved down his bicep on his left arm. She picked it up slightly and smirked as she felt him trying to help her and shook her head. "I've got you, just relax in my grip, okay?" she waited until she felt the dead weight of his arm before she resumed what she was doing, pressing her palms against the bi and triceps moving down to the elbow, then back up, gathering the muscle in the palm of her hand and pulling ever so slightly to break down whatever fascia that had built up between the muscle fibers. slowly she worked her way over the top of his arm, then slid her hands down over his forearms, her thumbs working between the radius and ulna. she pulled just a little, giving just a bit of friction as she worked over his arm, working her way to his hand where she pressed her thumbs into his palm, easing the tension out of it and down his fingers where she could almost pull the residual tension out of him with the movement she made down the length of each finger from the connection point at the wrist to the tip of the digit. Slowly she worked back up his arm starting with the tips of his fingers all the way back up to his shoulder before she moved to the right arm and treated it to the same careful but precise movements. She was silent except to mutter 'relax' every now and then as he would try to help her hold the weight of his arm. Then as she finished with the right arm, she tucked his arm back under the sheet and blanket to keep him warm and glided her hand back down his arm to his hip where she pressed her hand against him and brought the blanket up, draping it between his legs, then did the same with the sheet exposing his skin to her. She splayed her hands across the muscles of his thigh, pressing her hands firm against his skin, but with a gentle pressure to start out with. She worked from his hip to his knee and back up again, using the same motion as she had with his upper arms, manipulating the muscles primarily with the palms of her hand. she pressed the tips of three of her fingers against the IT band starting just above the knee, and pressed upward, being careful and judging her pressure by his reactions to her action. Once she reached his hip, she glided her hand back down again and repeated the action. Slowly, little by little, it relaxed which allowed all the attached muscles of his thigh to relax as well. The Latina allowed a satisfied smile to cross her lips as she truly felt them relax as the IT band did. Then she moved her touch to either side of his thigh, just above the knee, working her fingertips in small circles, working over the joint as she slowly moved down toward his shin. |
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| Daniel | Feb 3 2018, 08:11 AM Post #202 |
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Krys whimpered softly as Damita reached beneath his back to work on his shoulders, and his mouth opened in a wordless gasp as he felt the pressure of her fingertips stroking what felt like gravel beneath his skin. It was clear she could feel every spot his pain resonated from, and each pass of her massage over his trigger points increased the difficulty he faced in keeping his composure. Mercifully, he was granted a temporary reprieve from the flood of barely contained emotions pouring into him as she moved to his arms. Instinct fought against Damita's instructions, but Krys did everything she told him as best he could. Relaxing was not a concept he was familiar with, but the Darkling had no choice but to obey as she sapped the strength from his muscles along with the stiffness and pain. By the time she set his arm down and moved to the other, Krys couldn't move it still, but for a completely different reason. As Damita continued to unravel the knots in his flesh, the Changeling slowly closed his eyes and his breathing returned to normal. That was before she moved to his legs, somewhere he had carried a tremendous amount of stress and pain due to just how much strain he had put on them. Centuries of parkour in the Fae's nightmare of a city had solidified tough muscle, but also caused a tremendous amount of stress and untreated damage to linger within them. His joints carried the majority of this, and it took a great deal of effort not to pull away when she started in on the tender muscles there. Krys whimpered softly, unable to help the sudden, sharp intakes of breath that hissed whenever she neared the focal points of his pain. He remained still, however, aside from small, involuntary spasms that moved through his leg whenever she swept her touch over a particularly sensitive and painful area. Krys could feel the pent up emotion stored in those aches start to surface again as she worked, increasing in intensity until he could barely take it any longer. The Darkling's breathing again became uneven, shallow, and full of hitches as he fought back against the torrent trying to burst forth. He tried his best to relax for her, and as the war inside finally began to wear him down, Krys could no longer keep the silent tears from escaping the corners of his eyes and carving trails down his face. |
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| Jordan | Feb 3 2018, 12:13 PM Post #203 |
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Damita glanced up at Krys as she heard his breathing change and paused in what she was doing, leaving one hand just under his knee, the other covered his hand above the blanket. "I'm sorry, was the pressure too much?" She'd heard of emotional releases from a massage, studied it in school for a few hours, she'd even written a paper on it, but never had it actually happen in person. And it went against everything she was to just continue and ignore the emotional distress of her charge on her table. |
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| Daniel | Feb 3 2018, 12:23 PM Post #204 |
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Krys shook his head slowly, keeping his eyes shut as tears slowly continued to roll over his cheeks. "No... please don't stop..." he whispered. "I've... never felt anything so wonderful in my life, Damita... please... I'm... I'm okay..." |
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| Jordan | Feb 3 2018, 01:06 PM Post #205 |
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Damita swallowed roughly, his tears trying to bring up her own as her empathy for him kicked in. She took in a deep breath and nodded before she moved back down to his leg, pressing her thumbs in the groove between the bones and dragged her digits down to the top of his foot, before moving back up, her fingers massaging his calf muscles as she did so. She only completed a couple of passes, just to be certain the connecting tissue around his knee was completely relaxed, more concerned with his left thigh from the way the right had felt. She pulled the sheet and blanket back over his leg, giving the top of it a squeeze through the covering before she moved around the table. She treated his left thigh to the exact same treatment she'd given to the right, working her hands over his muscles to relax them before moving on to his knee, watching him for any sign that she should stop and give him a moment as he seemed to break all over again as she worked on the opposite side of his body. Her heart broke for him, knowing he'd ran for so long and so hard without much of a pause. She knew it was a possibility that those after him would follow him to her place, but they hadn't come there on foot. She'd brought him in her car, so she hoped it would take them longer to find him. She'd charmed her place with protective spells, placed wards against evil up on every window and each door but she wasn't completely convinced that they would work. Her mind lingered on that possibility that they wouldn't as she moved her touch over his knee, her worry not impeding her work on him at all as she treated the joint to as much care in her touch as she had the first. She finished with his front and then moved to pull the bolster out from under his knees, softly telling him to stay put for a moment. She flipped up the face rest, draped the matching pillowcase over it, giving him room to breathe through it before she got a grip on the blanket and sheet and pulled it up, tapping his right shoulder as she pulled the blanket up. "Turn that shoulder toward me, and roll onto your stomach, then scoot up a little and put your face in the cradle," she waited patiently as he did so, adjusting the covers over him as she showed him where to settle in at and draped the sheet and blanket up to his neck to keep him warm. She then moved back down to his legs, determined to give him the best damned massage he would ever receive. She draped the blanket and sheet much in the same way as she had as she worked on the front of his legs, though now she pressed them up higher, the sheet right under his glutes as she worked her hands over his calf to start with, working it into a putty before taking care to work on the back of his knee, being as careful as possible since she couldn't see his face to judge her pressure, she would ask every now and then just to judge his tolerance before she fell silent and worked on his hamstrings, drawing her forearm up from his knee to where the covers kept his body concealed from her and then angled her arm so her elbow brushed against the table as she drew it down his IT band again, working it from a different angle. One pass with her forearm, then another with her palms, pulling on the muscles to break down any adhesions and knots found there. She alternated between the soothing stroke of her forearm with the more intense work of her hands on him. She worked until she couldn't loosen the muscle anymore and she worried about doing more harm than good before she then moved to the opposite side and treated it to the same attention. It was going on an hour and a half that she worked on him, and she was feeling the time in her hands, but it wouldn't stop her. As she finished she fixed the blanket back over his legs and folded it down from his back over his rear and legs to expose his back to her. Her eyes moved over the birthmark on his back, tilting her head slightly as she studied it, able to get a good look at it then, and had to resist tracing it over and over with her fingertips as she gathered the lotion in her hands, warmed it, then placed her hands on his shoulders, pressing down either side of his spine to his lower back, then out to his sides and back up again. Three times she did this to spread the lotion over his skin before she started in on his back, pressing her fingertips in deeper into the muscles along his spine. |
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| Daniel | Feb 3 2018, 01:35 PM Post #206 |
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Krys remained silent the rest of the time Damita worked on his legs, simply allowing himself to be absorbed into what she was doing for him. He lost all track of time as the Latina plied her skills to a century's worth of work without rest, just breathing through it instinctively even as he moved between tears and groans of contentment. The Darkling recognized the emotions being released into his body and out through tears and unsteady breaths that nearing silent sobs of relief. Damita's work on his knees, ankles, and hips garnered the strongest reactions from him, but the Changeling never made a sound. Even when she instructed him to roll over, Krys simply followed her commands as if on autopilot. He all but collapsed onto his front, letting her guide him to where she wanted with a long sigh. The sudden cool air against his previously warm back brought goose bumps to his skin, and he groaned as he felt her weight settling into her palms on either side of his spine. It surprised him how many times her hands met hard bumps on their path between his shoulder blades, and he couldn't help but gasp on each pass. When her fingers began to dig into him, the amount of sensitivity and tenderness in his muscles was offset by her skill and expert use of pressure. Damita made him quake to his very core whenever she would attack a knot, but it wasn't something the Darkling ever wanted her to stop doing. A faint, blurry memory of his parents flashed before his eyes before the full weight of the emotion behind that moment slammed into his core. Krys broke then, sobbing silently and openly and utterly thankful Damita couldn't actually see it. He trembled beneath her touch, feeling the ache settling into more concentrated areas as she smoothed out the general soreness and focused on the points triggering the overall problem. Tears fell without pause, yet still he remained completely relaxed and pliable to her. His trust in her showed with just how calm and settled he remained despite being emotionally ripped open and left bare beneath her hands. |
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| Jordan | Feb 4 2018, 12:05 PM Post #207 |
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Damita moved her hands over his back, starting at the base of his neck, feathering outward toward his shoulder blades, starting on the left side and pressed her hand against the edge of the bone, pressing the muscles against it, using it as leverage to work the kinks out of the fibers. The feeling of the nodules was certainly like gravel under her fingertips, but little by little she worked each one out, concentrating on what she was doing almost to the point that his distress went unnoticed until the first open sob broke from his lips. She bit her lip to keep her emotions at bay and continued her work on him like he'd requested of her previously even though everything within her begged her to stop and hold him until the tears passed. Slowly she pressed her thumbs into his rhomboids, moving down his spine and curled around the shoulder blade, following the line with her fingertips, moving back and forth before dragging them back up toward his neck. She turned her attention to the right side then, going through the same actions to make it as even as possible, and then pressed her wrist into the junction of his shoulder and neck, working it back and forth a little bit before pressing firmly against his shoulder and moved her arm up so she was using her whole forearm between his shoulder blade and spine, curling around it so her elbow was right up against his spine as she pushed down toward his lower back and upper glutes before pulling back to do it again. Five times she did this on each side before she resumed the fanning motion from his neck to the angle of his shoulder blade, increasing her pressure with each pass before she was satisfied and moved on to the other side, then gathered more of the lotion, which should have been working to heal and relax his muscles as well. The motion she'd made over his back of starting at the base of his neck and traveling down his spine to his lower back was taken starting out with considerable pressure before gradually lightening before she was simply trailing her fingertips over his skin, bringing him back down the other side of his emotional release with a tender touch. She pulled the sheet back up over his back and then the blanket, moving her hands over his back still, in long flowing movements designed to help calm him before she crouched at his left shoulder, resting her hand there. "Krys? Are you okay?" |
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| Daniel | Feb 4 2018, 12:19 PM Post #208 |
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The entire rest of the time Damita worked on him, Krys was assaulted with wave after wave of emotional release flooding into and out of him. He didn't expect the experience to be as exhausting as it was, but by the time she had begin to gently run her fingertips over his back he couldn't move for an entirely different reason from earlier. Each knot she had unraveled had been like an emotional grenade kept in a time capsule, and as much as he wanted to answer her he couldn't. At that point, with everything being unleashed and still pouring through him, Krys couldn't stop what she'd started. Despite how hard he cried, the only sound that came from him was that of his breathing. He wanted to apologize and thank her all at once, to hide himself in shame or wrap her up and burrow into her until he disappeared. As relaxed as he was, the Darkling couldn't help the anxiety slowly building as he fought to control himself enough to answer her. "Thank you..." was all he managed on a whisper as he wept. |
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| Jordan | Feb 4 2018, 12:24 PM Post #209 |
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Relief rushed through the Latina and she let out a breath she wasn't even aware she'd been holding. "You're welcome. Do you feel any better? Is there anything else I can do?" Damita wanted to sit him up and pull him onto the couch and just hold onto him to help soothe whatever emotional ache that would remain. Her lotion would make certain that there wouldn't be any physical soreness from what she'd done for him, but the emotional release... that was something her magic couldn't touch. That was something she needed to take care of herself. "Want to move to the couch?" |
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| Daniel | Feb 4 2018, 12:30 PM Post #210 |
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Krys managed to get control of himself before he completely fell apart, but he was incredibly raw and teetering on the edge. He didn't feel any soreness whatsoever, and the ache had been replaced with weakness. The Darkling took a deep breath, letting it out on a shuddering sigh as he tried to keep a grip on his regained composure. "Okay," he managed to whisper after a few moments. |
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