The Abbey

[relentless]

"Huh? Just curious, doll! First person around I've seen wearing the tight lil bastard. Surprises people can fit in those things!"
Duval chuckled, though a blush did grow on his face for a moment.
"Well, not like I've tried to put it on, especially not on a drunken bout with the lads,oh no no no..."
Duval smiled innocently, before he felt the area, noting her pained expression.

"Oh come now, surely I'm not that bad!"
He teased, knowing full well he was doing a good job, at least his ego told him that. He applied the same amount of pressure, massaging her sore muscle, soapy hands cleaning the Hellions back with wavey motions in his presses as he worked.

[Kidney]

Tod threw open the doors of the Abbey, the heavy doors creaking on hinges that required oil for probably decades. He nearly ran towards a pew, slamming down, his crucifix in hand. He placed it upon his face, shaking in place slightly. He raised his eyes to the ceiling, smacking a hand on his forehead, "I did it again," he spoke, feeling a strange weight on his shoulders. "I had an outburst, Saint," he sighed, placing his crucifix on his lap.

"I repent." He said, quietly, to himself and to Kessiah. He stared at his crucifix again, before putting it away. He placed his hands behind his head, his elbows on his thighs, and his head obscured by his hands. He cracked his neck to the side, "I repent. Only for that."

He lifted himself back up, and walked towards the kitchen, to drown his current loathing in soup.

[black379]

"No. No, it's good." Courcy groaned at the oddly relieving pressure. The pain, when it passed, left a soothing warmth in her back. She leaned into Duval's hands, letting him work out her stresses.

"You in a corset? You're kidding." The ginger scoffed and rolled her head to one side. "There are easier ways to get into a woman's clothes."

[relentless]

"What? You don't think I'd look good in a corset?"
He scoffed sarcastically, before partially cringing at the mild euphemism.
"Going on a drunken bender brings out all the weird shite. I think about a... year ago, I woke up in a fishing canoe with nothing else on but a corset strapped lazily around me. Wasn't a good experience, was all cold and could see big fish swimming around. Thought I was fish food! But then I managed to paddle the wee boat back to shore, where I had to sneak my way back to my manor with nothing but a fishnet to keep me covered."
Duval cackled as he finished story, before sighing happily and moving his hands down to work on her lower back, a new and unexplored area for Duval to work on stressed muscle.

"Easier ways to get in womens clothes you say? I found it hard just to get out of the bloody corset thing! All the strings on the back and, blimey, it was horrid."
Duval gasped in a humoured manner, before he peeked at Courcys face for a moment.
"Think I'd be having nightmares if you asked me to put on a womens dress."
He chuckled, smiling at her before he retreated back to work on her lower back.

[black379]

"Ghh. God. No. You're much too scruffy looking for a dress." Courcy chuckled, though it was labored in attempts not to hiss and groan. She sighed heavily as his hands moved lower and kneaded her back, above her hips. Almost more than easing the woman's aches, Duval's massage was working her up.

Her eyes shut and she breathed slowly. She hardly restrained herself. But even if she didn't dare to indulge, fearing to prove herself simple and easy, she wished that the roguish man would. Courcy anticipated for him to take her by the thighs and pull her closer still.

She argued between dismissing or encouraging him. But ultimately, Courcy kept silent and allowed him to do as he would.

[relentless]

/Duval/
Duval worked silently as he moved hos soapy hands across her lower back,and had just about finished with that section. He was pondering why he should do next, eyeing her shoulder and neck.

So he began to run his hands up her back. He would've been fast, as if nothing were amiss, yet unconsciously he was slow. He took in the sight more closer, the echoes of premiscious voices calling out to him,her shape morphing to fit a familiar figure.

The whisper grew louder, though the vulture woman was no where in sight. All it would say, over and over in her sultry voice was:

'Harder... harder... harder... more...'
The voices in his head inevitably made him wince, and stop moving for a brief moment. He panted slow, and a sweat formed on his forehead, though when he looked down, his eyes widened as a visible shape formed in his pants.

Blushing rather than going pale likr the other times, he quickly moved his hands up and put more effort into making his massage nice and warming, specifically in her shoulder region.

"O-Oh really? Well, I get I should try out some dresses another time!"
Duval chuckled, though it was more forced and seemingly stressed, before he glanced down again in panic. This could cost him his job, hell maybe even his life if the Hellion reacted. So he shuffled his knees closer to the bath, a cold press formed down below which made him wince, whilst also making him inevitably closer to Courcy whilst she remained in the bath.

"Do you not -like dresses?"
The man inquired, trying to maintain the casual persona he had before the whispers of desire called out to him.

[black379]

“S-shit!” She gritted her teeth as Duval rubbed near the scar on her neck, where one of the fish beasts tried to gnaw on her throat. The knots in Courcy’s shoulder were thick and tense.

“Gah, no. Dresses are for- proper women.” She responded with some strain. In spite of the pain, she stretched an arm back and indicated a tense spot at the base of her neck for Duval to massage.

“Harder.”

[relentless]

He choked at the word, his face a whirl of confusion, though he coughed, and chuckled awkwardly.
"H-ha! Nice, good! Yeah!"
Duval blundered on with an increasing tightness on his neck. Without wasting a moment, he pressed down on the balls of his hands, the wrist pressing hard into the back of her shoulder whilst his fingers worked thoroughly on the front side of her shoulders. His fingers overlapped onto the other side,and Duval would eventually move onto the neck with one hand whilst massaging her shoulder slower.

"Any harder and I'd be chopping tree trunks with me hand. Done it last week, piece'a piss."
He jested blindly as he worked her down, wincing at his current discomfort.

[black379]

The hellion grimaced, scoffing at his joke but twinging at the firm rubbing. She slowly rolled her shoulders in Duval's grasp. Courcy was waiting anxiously for his hand to reach around her, to seize and fondle her. Almost immediately she regretted her own expectations.

What if she did enjoy the man's company in all its brevity? Perhaps she deserved every happiness she could get, but Courcy never wanted to be a lock for any and every man's key. Since she had lost Baignard, she became more and more desperate for some semblance of what she lost.

"Sorry. It feels fine." She sighed, resting her face again and silently scolding herself. "A-are you nearly done? I... I've still got to do perfume before I go."

[relentless]

Duval was just about done cranking and pressing onto her neck and shoulder muscles, another firm press, and a crack of a relieved knot sounded off. For a moment,his hands stayed there, his body confused on what to do. His previous desires haunting him, wanting to secure the flesh he wanted deep down.

But, he let his hands slip down her back, before they loosely gripped the back of the bath.
"...Yeah, I'm done."
Duval said in a tired defeated manner, before he awkwardly turned around and pressed his back against the bathtub, head lolling about, before he closed his eyes and sighed. He would eventually open his eyes, halflid and exhausted, he dipped into his pants and adjusted himself, though it was no use, the mans deep, dark desires mixed at this chemical reactions. On one side, he wanted to devolve back into that state of a 'player', but on the other, he just wanted to chill. Flesh wasn't everything, and it only lasted a short while.

Yet that short while tends to be a beautiful affair of bliss.

Torn, the man harshly took out his hand, a rasp of skin slapped around before he flicked the bridge of his pants back on. Tiredly, he would simply crack his fingers one by one in silence.

"The perfume? What would you prefer?"
Duval inquired with neutral tome vastly prominent now that he was tired.

[black379]

Courcy sank into the bath as the man's hands were withdrawn from her. She laid her head back on the edge of the tub and sighed through her nose. Already she felt fresh, even rested from the wash and massage, though they may not have been as thorough as she thought she desired.

Her eyes peeked up and back at Duval but she didn't catch his discomfort. The redhead tried to put it out of her mind, that anything unnecessarily intimate might happen. She was only tempted as long as she dwelled on it.

"I don't know. Something sweet, like the soap." She supposed as she turned about in the basin. Courcy hovered low enough in the water to remain basically decent, though there were few suds to hide beneath. For once, she was hesitant to escape the water without a nearby towel or any sort of cover.

[relentless]

Duval bit his tongue at the words, before sighing, and making to stand.
"I'll get you a towel, and some perfume, then I'll pay for your treatment."
He said off handedly, face bored as he moved with discomfort, his legs tight around themselves to hide the object.

Once he was in the small compartment, the man dipped into his pants quick to adjust himself, only managing for the erection not to stick out and form a slight bulge. He didn't know why his body was reacting like this, especially with that vulture woman around. Perhaps he was more clueless about his desires that he thought.

Turning around, he left the compartment and moved back to the bath, holding out the perfume and towel. However as he moved the bulge only seemed to grow more pronounced due to moving, trying to keep a tight leg about it.
"Here."

[black379]

Courcy was revealed only for a moment, between stepping out of the bath and retrieving the towel. She turned her back to Duval as she began to dry herself. The hellion didn't offer him so much as a sway in her hips, but once she was dry and turned around again, she spotted his arousal. Her eyes quickly averted and her cheeks reddened. She moved quickly for her clothes.

"Thanks. You've been very kind." She almost choked on the words and cleared her throat. "I owe you. I-I hope to have money for next time." The woman had the means, and some desire to repay him then and there, but she aspired to control herself.

Slipping into her pants, and fixing the leather harness about her torso, she approached Duval. Her hands busied themselves combing and wringing through her damp red locks. Her eyes set on the man's face, lowered to the perfume held in his hands, and lowered still to his pants.

"D'you... D'you mind putting it on?"

[relentless]

Duval stood blankly, wiggling the glass of perfume.
"What kind of person would I be if I didn't?"
He asked rhetorically, his expression exciting but clearly false. Seemingly, Duval didn't know Courcy had noticed, perhaps his exhaustion from the horrendous visions had left him unaware of his social surroundings. So he took one step closer to Courcy, holding the air pouch that would force air into the perfume liquid, and cause it to spray out through the nozzle.

"Can't repay me if I get perfume in your eyes, can ye? Oh, and... there's no need. I can't be arsed with the whole 'you owe me' shite."
Duval said, as he began to spray at her form in various locations, soft sprays here and there, not to overwhelm her with the fragrant scent. Eventually, the fragrant would seep into her pores, and to finish up, Duval dabbed some of the perfume on the tip of his index and middle finger, holding it out to her neck.

"May I?"

[black379]

"Mhm. Please." Courcy stepped closer and raised her head slightly so Duval could rub the aromatic oil on her neck. She gulped, and her blue irises skirted the edge of her vision to avoid looking at the man directly. Her hands fell behind her back and wrung together anxiously.

"You'd... like to lay with me, wouldn't you?"