Chapter 24: Ingrid’s passions

"Oh... I wasn’t expecting you home this early, Master," Ingrid murmured.

She briefly lifted her gaze from the canvas resting on the easel.

"Camila isn’t with you?"

"She stayed at school to train for that festival. As if she really needs it."

"I imagine she does it more to spend time with her friends than because she actually feels the need to practice."

"...Or simply to feed her ego. You should see how they worship her at that school. The only thing missing is a shrine in her honor."

"Aren’t you pleased that one of your wives enjoys such a high reputation?"

A faint smile appeared on Ingrid’s face.

"...Or are you jealous because everyone’s eyes are on her?"

"Stop talking nonsense. More importantly, since when did you take up painting?"

"Not very long ago. I only started dedicating myself to it relatively recently... It must have been around 1880, if I remember correctly."

As she spoke, Ingrid kept painting without taking her eyes off the canvas.

"...Do you remember me telling you that about a century and a half ago, I was a rather well-known model in the Netherlands?"

"Actually, you never told me that."

"Well, now you know. Van Gogh was among the various artists I posed for. Back then, he was still just starting out, but his love for art was so contagious that it ended up rubbing off on me too."

"I see. Can I see it?"

"I’d rather you didn’t, Master. I’m still a beginner, and I’m a little embarrassed. Once I’m satisfied enough with my work, I promise I’ll paint something for you."

"Suit yourself."

Ingrid set down the brush and, before Lars could come any closer, covered the canvas with a sheet.

Then she rose from the stool and walked over to him, greeting him with a restrained kiss on the lips.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Master? For example... would you like a massage?"

"A massage... Yes, that sounds like an excellent idea."

"Then wait for me in the bedroom. I’ll get everything ready and join you there."

Lars did as she asked.

When Ingrid entered the bedroom a few minutes later, she was completely naked.

A large towel was draped over one arm, while in one hand she carried a bottle of scented massage oil.

First, Ingrid spread the towel over the bed so the oil wouldn’t stain the sheets.

Then she stepped in front of Lars and calmly began removing his school uniform.

She took off his jacket first, then unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, and finally slipped off his pants.

Once he was out of his uniform, Ingrid folded it neatly and placed it on the dresser across from the bed.

"Go ahead and lie down, Master."

Lars lay down on his stomach with his arms crossed beneath his head.

Once he was settled, Ingrid straddled his hips, gently holding his sides between her thighs.

"...Now close your eyes."

A thin stream of oil ran down Lars’s back, and a pleasant woodland fragrance spread through the room.

The scents of moss, earth, and wood immediately teased his senses.

A moment later, Ingrid’s delicate hands began spreading the oil from the base of his neck all the way down to his lower back.

"...Aah... I really needed this..."

A long sigh slipped from Lars’s lips as Ingrid’s fingers pressed into the muscles of his back.

Then her hands moved down toward his hips, and the massage slowed.

Her palms calmly followed the contours of his body while her fingers glided along the sides of his torso.

Lars let out another sigh, this one closer to a soft moan.

Ingrid leaned slightly over him, just enough for Lars to feel the softness of her breasts against his back.

"I’m glad you’re enjoying it," she murmured close to his ear.

Ingrid’s voice was so warm and soft that a faint shiver ran through Lars.

She straightened up again, let more oil trickle down his back, and resumed the massage with greater pressure.

As she did, she pressed her bare thighs more firmly around his hips. Then she began slowly moving her pelvis against him.

The neatly trimmed hair of her lower abdomen brushed against Lars’s pale skin with every slow movement.

His fingers tightened around the towel as his breathing grew deeper and heavier.

"...And now, let’s move on to your chest..."

Ingrid lifted her hips and wrapped her hands around Lars’s waist.

He followed her lead, letting her guide him until he was lying on his back.

His erection stood rigid between his legs, while Ingrid, already soaking wet with arousal, dripped onto the swollen tip of his cock.

Ingrid slowly lowered herself onto him, savoring every inch of his hardness.

"...Ahhh..."

A warm, deep moan slipped from her lips as Lars filled her completely.

His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her thighs.

When he looked up, Ingrid’s pleasure-filled face was almost hidden behind her voluptuous curves.

This time, Ingrid poured the oil at the base of her breasts and slowly leaned forward, letting the scented liquid run down her curves before dripping onto Lars’s chest.

Once there was enough, she began massaging his chest as well.

Meanwhile, her hips kept moving back and forth over him.

"It certainly seems like you’re enjoying the massage, Master..."

"...And not just the massage."

Lars raised his hands to Ingrid’s face and pulled her toward him.

Their tongues intertwined in a long, passionate kiss while her breasts slid across Lars’s oil-slick chest.

For a few moments, the only sounds in the room, thick with the scent of the woods, were Ingrid’s muffled moans, the wet sounds of their kisses, and the slick noise of his swollen, rigid cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy.

At least until—

SLAM!

Click!

The sound of the front door slamming shut and the lock snapping into place shattered the atmosphere in an instant.

"Mooooom! Big brooooo! I’m hoooooome!"

Lars and Ingrid froze and exchanged a look of resigned understanding.

"I suppose the peace and quiet is over," Ingrid murmured with a faint smile.

A small, amused smile tugged at Lars’s lips as well.

"...Yeah."