Back Worship 5
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As a matter of habit, or to pass the time, Carbene held herself to a rigorous routine of exercise, which carried with it increased aches and pains as the years fell. For this, she allowed Tris to touch her. To unburden her, for a moment, from the yoke of time. No other masseuse could do. As crass as Trisamaine played in public, the giantess kept her secrets. The scars along her back, hidden in her fur. The constant ache of missing parts, interrupted by events in the world she had no control over. The life of presenting herself as a jackal that stands strong alone, without the need for others to help her with something so trivial as back pain. For the peace Tris’s company brought she counted her masseuse not as a friend, but at least among one of the very few jackals she could talk to.
She should talk, say something. A vibration of her back into the arms above, to acknowledge their mutual existence. Instead silence, a comfortable blanket to her, passed the afternoon heat. Her pulse thumped in slow lazy beats. Beats that Tris matched by rocking into her shoulders, lulling her, securing her, loosening her tense wall of muscle into a clay to be sculpted by white furred hands.
For a three titted pile of muscle, Tris was an excellent masseuse.
A tingle crept down her spine. Tris pressed into her glutes. Her tail betrayed her, believing the lie she thought to fool herself with, that a male touched her. Try as she might, instinct crept to its inevitable end. The tail rose, and stiffened into the belly of her therapist.
She clawed at the pillow. No way out. To the baths. To run.
Don’t look. She thought.
