Chapter 213: Restorative Massage [I]

Kalon saved ten more islands before he decided that it was time to leave for today.

His body felt drained, though he did feel himself making a large amount of progress towards the mid platinum rank.

The final island was a hunting island, and as thanks, they fed Kalon one of the largest and most delicious meals he had ever eaten.

After that, he stood at the edge of the islands staring out at the stretch of the planet Delphinium beneath him.

He could see islands in the distance, and a mixture of birds and humans flying between them. Bits of rubble fell from the sky from other islands who had yet to be saved, but still, there was so much less than before.

Kalon had heard previously that falling pieces of rocks was the most commonly cause of death on the planet. This allowed for insurance and defence companies to steal a living from others by offering services that they described as necessary.

Despite this, the planet was the most beautiful and unique Kalon had seen so far. The people were nice too.

Sky-Queen Seraphina stood somewhere behind him, waiting for him to speak.

During this expedition, she had been the one helping him travel from island to island. She was also the one who announced to the people that Kalon was their saviour.

Ten islands later, and she was already acting as a servant of sort. She would meet all of his needs, and answer all of his questions.

Kalon turned to face her.

“I have to leave for today, but I’ll be back either tomorrow, or the day after to continue.”

Sky-Queen Seraphina immediately bowed forwards, causing her heavy G-Cup breasts to hang with gravity. Her long silver hair also scraped the floor when she bowed, further showing how much she respected this man.

The people who were passing by and saw this struggled to believe such a sight. Seeing their queen bow was already unfathomable, let alone to a man who didn’t possess wings.

But that didn’t matter to them. Although it was a surprise, they too had that much respect for him.

They had started to see him as some sort of god figure, since he was able to save so many islands without seeming visibly worn out.

Seraphina remained bowed for a second longer before rising. Her storm-grey eyes stayed fixed on him, full of open gratitude she no longer tried to hide.

If anything, she liked to publicly display her respect towards this man, so that others might understand just how important he was to their planet.

“When you return,” she said, “I will try my best to reward you. Properly. Whatever I can offer as Sky-Queen, I will prepare it.”

Kalon gave a short nod.

“We will talk about that then.”

He left Delphinium before the crowd could gather any thicker around them.

…

Afterwards, he decided to travel to Veylora.

Kalon focused on Nyphara’s location and transferred straight there.

This time however, the system did not drop him in the cathedral as it usually did. He appeared outside a living house grown from interwoven trunks and broad green walls, tucked behind the main temple grounds. The air smelled clean and sweet.

He stepped inside.

Nyphara had just finished bathing.

She stood near a pool of gold-tinted water with a soft wrap only half secured around her waist.

Her heavy green breasts were exposed and still damp. Water beaded across her leaf-skin and ran down the curve of her stomach. Vine-threaded hair clung wetly to her shoulders and back.

When she noticed Kalon, she did not panic or cover herself in shame. She only blinked once, then smiled with quiet warmth towards him.

“Light Bringer. You chose a private hour, but of course, I do not mind.” her voice was always mature.

“I need help,” Kalon said. “I drained myself on another planet. Can you restore my energy?”

Nyphara’s gold-green eyes moved over him more carefully. Whatever fatigue he was carrying, she seemed to read it at once.

“Yes,” she said. “Lie down.”

She led him to a wide moss bed in the next room and had him remove his upper layers.

Kalon stretched out on his back. Nyphara let the remaining wrap fall away completely from her body and climbed over him naked, knees settling on either side of his waist.

Her body was warm and soft with residual bath heat.

She cupped one heavy breast and squeezed it over his chest. Thick nectar welled from her skin and dripped onto him in slow sweet lines.

Nyphara spread it across his shoulders and collarbones with both hands, massaging it into his muscles with firm circular pressure.

“Drink,” she said quietly.

She leaned forward and guided her breast to his mouth.

Kalon parted his lips and took the nectar directly as it beaded out. The sweetness hit his tongue and sank into him almost immediately.

A low current of restored energy moved through his frame while Nyphara continued rubbing her naked body against him.

Her breasts dragged over his chest. Her thighs squeezed gently at his sides. She shifted lower and pressed her stomach along his, smearing more nectar between them as her hands worked his arms, then his ribs, then the tight lines of strain along his waist.

Every movement was deliberate and erotic.

“Your body is depleted,” Nyphara murmured, “but it still answers quickly.”

This was because Kalon’s high rank encouraged speedy recovery. In truth, he didn’t need the woman’s help, he just wanted an excuse to receive this massage.

She fed him again from the other breast, one hand cradling the back of his head while she ground her soft green hips slowly against him.

Nectar coated his skin in a shining layer.

The fatigue from Delphinium’s island work began to lift under the combination of contact, sweetness, and her steady massage.

Nyphara moved with patient rhythm, rubbing herself over him from chest to stomach and back again, pressing her warmth into every place the nectar covered.

Kalon lay there and let the restoration take hold, the priestess’s naked body working over him until the worst of the drain finally started to leave his limbs.