"More than usual?" I work out some knots, and start shampooing her hair.
"Those fucking cats," she grumbles, "I... I couldn't get off, even if I wanted to."
I choke on a snicker, "Is that what they do to you? Is that why you're so afraid of them?"
"I'm afraid of them because they're horrible, soul piercing beasts," she growls, "And I'm not -afraid- of them, I just don't like them."
I decide not to tease her about the blatant contradiction, and just go about rinsing, conditioning, soaping, et cetera. I know being nice probably won't get me anywhere long-term, but I just don't have it in me to poke at her ego right now. We just sit in silence for a few minutes, while I clean her.
"So... you can't, with them? At all?" I finally break the silence.
"They stifle me in more ways than one," she sighs, "But... yes. If someone else had been... well you saw how busy they were with me. If it was someone else, I'd have been well satisfied. As it was... much worse than when he made me ride that damn vibrator."
She drums her fingers on the side of the tub, "Are you sure you won't...?"
"Yes," I respond, then follow up with a sigh, "But... here..."
I scoot up closer to the back of the tub and slide my hand under her arms, dragging my fingers over her skin and cupping her breasts. Something I learned from a succubus, I think.
I... forgot how nice they are. Her breasts, I mean. Very, very soft, and full while still being quite perky. A little large for my hands, but just right for Master's. I wonder, given the shape shifting nature of succubi, if they are her normal size, or if she changed them to be just the right size for him. She can't shapeshift at will, Master has made sure of that. When she first arrived, she shifted around a bit, but he returned her to her original form. But was the form she arrived in her true form? Does she even have a 'true form'?
I slowly work my hands against them, gently massaging the mounds of flesh. It's so backwards from our usual dynamic, wherein Lucy is unable to keep her hands to herself. Mistress - that is to say, my old Mistress, I should probably start to differentiate, now that Miss Clara is functionally, if not officially, a new Mistress - used to love this. It wasn't always even a prelude to any further sexual acts, she just enjoyed for me to massage them for her, with my, as she put it, 'magical little hands'. I actually used no magic for it, just like I'm not not, just an odd human turn of phrase.
There is a nice comfort to be performing a familiar old act like this. While obviously, I wouldn't give up serving Master for the world, there were definitely some adjustments. When you serve a woman for so long, then switch to a man, you find that some of your skills now go to waste. I'm sure it's the same in reverse.
Lucy does appear to appreciate it, which is nice. Actually, I guess she does appreciate things I do for her, it's just hard to notice when I'm being coerced. Now that I have her at a moment of weakness, it's almost... nice. She melts against me, or as much as she can while still being in the tub. She doesn't say anything, and thus manages not to ruin the moment.
I just keep thinking about how nice her tits are, but how much nicer they'd be with Master sliding his cock between them. I know Lucy and I have this weird sort of rivalry thing going on, and while I do generally prefer the idea of Master having sex with me over her, it's moments like this that I do reflect on who it's all really about.
Her tits are nicer than mine. There, I said it. It's fine, my ego isn't so fragile that I can't handle it. Not sure how I'd compete with a creature engineered by hell to be appealing to men, anyhow. If they'd feel better for Master to please himself on, then so be it.
I just imagine him kneeling down and sliding his big human cock between her breasts, while I sit behind her and rub them, like I am now. I'd press them against him and envelope him in their soft, pillowy warmth. Perhaps her body is better, but that just means that it's another tool I can make use of. I'd urge him on to thrust harder and really enjoy her body, until he finally erupted all over her chest and face. Then I'd like the both of them clean, and offer his seed to her for consumption... and maybe sneak a little for myself.
Is it warm in here? Lucy has such a tolerance for heat that I can't make the water too hot for her. Not sure that's where it's coming from, though.
She nearly falls asleep under the influence of my touch. Clearly calmed down, I urge her out of the tub and empty it, gently towel drying off her body, before coaxing her down the hall to her bed. She gets a bit clingy and grabby with me as I put her in bed, so I continue my massage until she finally does drift off. I'm sure it's no replacement for the release she craves, but it does seem to offer her some comfort.
