Spa Seduction: Taking the Edge Off

Their orgasms dragged out, his seed flowing up inside her, slickening the tightness of her passage around his cock, though there were no more thrusts to come. Her bikini bottoms clung to the side of his shaft, but neither noticed, kissing passionately, nostrils flaring and puckering as they drew in what breath they could, a little light-headed.

Amethyst moaned into his mouth, drawing back slowly, sleepily, her eyelids heavy.

"Mmm... That was very nice. Are all the cats here as quick to take a lady as you are?"

The cheetah's jaw dropped, stammering, blushing, even when he should have been well used to such teasing, Amethyst's chuckle staying with him as the mare tugged her attire back into place and bid adieu to the steam room. It was time for a break and, dressed appropriately once more, she grumbled at the need to slip into the shower to rinse off the sweat from her body before dropping into the plunge pool.

Cold water enveloped her, surprising after the heat of the steam room, and she grit her teeth, stifling a gasp at the cold, as invigorating as it was. They were an acquired taste, to be fair, though she wanted to experience more, awake and ready, even as the afterglow of lust tingled through her.

There was more still to experience at the spa, leaving the leisure area for the time being and heading to a massage that she had been told was pre-scheduled for her. That one was a surprise, though her mind mused over it as she patted her coat dry, brushing out her hair and blowing drying it in nothing but her bare coat in the changing rooms. Perhaps she would have a stud, someone who could do a nice, deep tissue massage, or maybe it would be softer, sweeter, with aromatherapy. There were even hot stone massages on offer too and she wondered what one of those would be like, the heat of the stones sinking into her, giving her the impression that they were much heavier than they actually were, pinning her to an imagined massage table.

But she would see who would be there to take care of her and she was sure that, once again, the spa and the service offered would deliver everything she could have wanted.

Amethyst wasn't disappointed. Ascending the stairs to the private treatment room, nude but for the long, white robe that covered her modesty, she entered a softly lit room with light music playing with a stag, not heavily muscled and not skinny but perfectly in the middle, holding the door open for her.

"After you, ma'am," he murmured, a tilt to his head, a full rack of antlers tapping against the wall behind him as he allowed her space. "We have a very special treatment set up for you today, all set to the preferences outlined when you made your booking. Unless you have any special requests?"

She smiled, letting him take her paw and kiss it, a charmer who was good at what he did, though she only hoped that he was as good with his paws and tongue as he was his words. That he was only wearing the typical black pair of shorts required for most male staff members there helped too, a nice bulge promising a good time, if that was the way that things were to go.

"I'd rather see what you have in mind," she murmured silkily, running her fingers up his chest and pushing his jaw up lightly as she tugged her paw back from his. "Impress me."

He stuttered, eyes widening a fraction, caught on the back hoof, though he tried to follow through quickly, sweeping into the room, a little more rushed than he would otherwise have been. And, just like that, Amethyst had the power back where it belonged in her paws, sure that she would get everything she wanted there and more.

She laid herself down, allowing him to slip the robe from her shoulders, comfortable in her nudity. No towel was needed and she waved him off with a smile, flicking her tail to the side as she laid face-down with her nose through the padded, lavender-scented hole in the massage table.

And, oh, how he impressed her, paws sweeping down her back, soothing muscle that had been sore for too long, overworked for too long, working heat into her body first so that she was even more pliable, at least for her massage, under his paws. There were no such things as knots that needed to be worked out, but there were contractions in her muscles from where she had held herself protectively, overworking and working in bad posture. Not everything could be fixed in a short amount of time, but it could most certainly be eased as she melted under his expert paws.

Soon enough, however, the stag's paws worked lower and lower, easing over her glutes and kneading deep into her backside in a way that was not purely work, not that kind of professional. It could have been, under different circumstances, but she flicked her tail against his paws, teasingly draping it where the hair dried.

The stag shivered, working down the backs of her legs, coming in closer and closer, yet the cord of tension that linked them strung out tighter and tighter. It had to break, sooner or later, but both mare and stag were willing to see what it could be played into first of all, Amethyst shifting slightly to maintain her comfort, the familiar stirring of need rising in the pit of her stomach.

He showed his true colours, however, almost climbing up on the table behind her and parting her rear cheeks with his paws. Before the equine could even take another breath, his muzzle shoved between her cheeks, tongue out and flickering over her tail hole, the tight pucker of flesh there, in a tenacious dance.

"Mmmph..."

She tightened her paw into a fist, tensing up, but in a good way. It was difficult to hold too much tension in her body when his tongue delved into her tail hole, tracing around the pucker and pushing back in, keeping her guessing as to what he would do next. Pleasure tingled through her, though he kept more to the sensitive ring of flesh rather than trying to lap deeply up inside her. It was good, yet only a taste of more to come, rimming her tail hole with loving submission.

"Do you treat all your clients like this?" Amethyst teased, keeping the pant out of her voice. "Or just the ones you want to get on your knees for?"

She swore she could feel his blush as he tongued her arsehole, running around, even up under the dock of her tail while her body quivered. It brought with it a new kind of need, but the massage helped everything remain relaxed, rocking her weight lightly from left to right, from one hip to the other, but otherwise merely enjoying the attention that was being lavished upon her. There was little else that was needed, not as her tail flicked up, allowing him to stroke with his fingers around the sensitive base, the dock where so many tiny nerve-endings were located.

He slipped down, licking his lips, her pussy glistening with a hint of her arousal, though it was not as if the mare was trying to hide it. His fingers slid into her, parting her folds and her sex for him, curling up inside her for her G-spot, though it took a few experimental strokes and twitches of his fingers before he caught exactly where it was. What would have taken less experienced males perhaps several sessions or more he caught onto swiftly, demonstrating his skill. Yet it was not skill without passion and Amethyst groaned, moving her legs apart a little more for him. Her clit pressed lightly into the padding of the massage table, though she was not in any position for his muzzle to work her over as she wanted, even if she was exactly in the position that she wanted to be in.

"Deeper, buck," she breathed, teasing, one ear flicking back to him as if he was not quite worth the attention of her turning her head. "Use those fingers... I thought I said to impress me?"

He grunted as if put out, though if he was ever so slightly riled up that would be even closer to getting her what she wanted out of everything. Amethyst grinned, rolling her hips back up onto all fours, though the stag moved away before she could take a touch more control, grinding onto his fingers and muzzle.

Ah, but he had something better in mind, adjusting the height of the table so that it came back down to roughly his hips, the bulge rising more stringently in the front of his black shorts. With a pointed look from the mare, he slipped out of them, kicking them off his cloven hooves where they would not get in the way, and she scooted back to the edge of the table, still lying on her front, but with her legs hanging over it, her pussy poised at the edge.

"Show me what you've got, buck, perhaps there's even a tip in it for you..."

He chuffed a laugh, taking his hardening cock in his paw, stroking it lightly, though it only took a couple of pumps to get it to full hardness.

"I don't work for tips, but you are making this a challenge."

That was just what made it all the more entertaining for her, letting him line up behind her, not honestly wanting to move all that much after her steam and her massage. Some would have called it topping from the bottom, but Amethyst called it "doing exactly what she wanted". It was something indeed to have a male penetrate her when she controlled every stroke, able to take the pleasure quite as if she was receiving a different kind of massage entirely.

And yet he surprised her, not presenting his cock to her pussy straight away but something smaller to her tail hole. Slick and lubricated, it eased into her backdoor entrance easily, stretching open the loosened pucker of flesh, a small plug that widened towards the middle to a nice stretch. Yet it was not as small as she grunted with the light strain, popping in easily to the neck of the plug once it was past that widest part.

"Mmm..."

Then and only then did she flick her tail to the side in open invitation, allowing the stag to mount her, his long, thick cock slipping inside her easily with all the preparation. Having another's paws on her got the mare hotter and readier than ever, moaning softly, taking every moment of pleasure that was offered to her, her head popping up from the table as she rested it on her arms instead.

His cock filled her perfectly with more of a stretch than the cheetah's shaft had given her as it pushed deep, the stag perfectly poised to please her with long, sensual rolls of his hips. He grunted out his need, nostrils quivering, yet she shot him a glance back, daring him to do more. She had said for him to impress her, after all, had she not?

She was not yet impressed, but she was due to be as her sex tightened around him, bringing him to a chuffing pant, his rack of antlers tilted as he drove on, need flooding his body. He thrust hard, hips bouncing off her backside with every stroke, though she spread her legs amenably, bare hooves digging into the flooring for purchase. She wasn't going anywhere and neither was the table she lay on, groaning softly, letting roll after roll of pleasure wash through her.

Yet it all ramped up another notch as he pressed to the base of the plug under her tail, vibrations travelling up inside her as the tightness of being filled in two holes at once strained through her entire body. Electric thrills tingled through her entire form, moaning aloud, twisting her head to the side to watch the stag lean over her, a line of desperation in his muzzle where she could see that he was trying harder than he had recently to please her.

It was good to see someone trying, her lips pulling up on one side with a smirk. But he had given her what she'd wanted and that was coming under her control: he didn't have to be trussed up and bound to do that. He only had to submit, to obey, to go beyond what the limits of merely doing his job were.

It didn't have to be just fun for the mare, after all.

She squeezed around him, deliberately letting her legs come a little closer together as orgasm rose, the pound of his cock pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Having a break between her climaxes helped her get there again swiftly, not having to worry at all about that pressure blending to strain, lingering solely in pleasure. That was a better place to be, Amethyst thought, gripping the table, rolling her hips back against him as the stag huffed and puffed, his soft-skinned balls bouncing off her body with every thrust.

Yet it was the mare who climaxed first with a devious whinny, shrill and high-pitched, conveying every drop of need that she did not need to hold back. All that she needed, all that she desired, ripples of pleasure escalating to waves, her body contracting, muscles pulling around the stag's cock and the butt plug alike. The delicious tightness ached through her as she arched her back, shoulder blades pushing back, heat tingling, simmering, needing every second of it.

It had to come down from such a high, however, leaving her with a full-body, warming afterglow, grunting softly, her tail flicking back and forth against the stag's stomach. He eyed her up, licking his lips, but Amethyst, once more, caught him off-guard with a wave of her paw, pointing back.

He caught onto her meaning, separating from her, his cock sliding out with a lewd slop of her arousal, enough to coat his cock in a gleam of combined sexual fluids but not to drool in a messier cream-pie, which could have been the case if he had spent himself inside her. The mare groaned as she sat up, perched on the massage table, stretching her arms out over her head as the butt plug jostled inside her.

"Mmm... That was good. Best massage I've had in a while, buck."

She grinned, dropping him a wink as a blush rose to his cheeks, though the deer did not hide how he looked at her, still with the hunger of one who had not reached their own high in their eyes. But that wasn't Amethyst's problem, not even with his raging hard-on twitching faintly with the pump of blood within.

"I think that's all for me today. I'll see myself out."

Standing, she bent slightly to tug the butt plug out, relaxing as it pulled free, and set it on the table with a smile. As if everything she was doing was perfectly normal, the stag's ears perked forward to her, expecting more, she hummed a tune that only she knew to herself, a swing in her hips as she swept up her robe in one paw. That, unfortunately, would still be needed outside the treatment room. Still, she hoped there would be another treat waiting for her in her hotel room, whether her colt had made it to the spa or not.

"Uh..."

The stag shifted, standing as if he didn't know what to do, tail flicking, antlers accidentally rapping a shelf that he shuddered away from. She cast him a look, her arousal marking her inner thighs, hardly even pausing as she made for the door.

"Oh, were you expecting something more?"

Amethyst quirked an eyebrow, blowing the stag a kiss as she donned her robe. He let out a grunt as her body was, once again, covered up, his cock still hard, still leaking, his needs not quite met. Or, at least, not met in the way that he expected them to, appearing smaller than her, despite his rack of antlers putting himself a good head and almost shoulders too above the mare physically. Control could do that to an anthro, though it was rare that it was savoured so sweetly.

"I'm sure I'll see you again...if you're good."

She left the stag to figure out what that meant, a smile on her legs and comfortably satisfied, at least for the time being. Maybe she'd come see him again or maybe she wouldn't -- but she'd see, one way or another, how far he was prepared to enjoy the quiver in his legs, the need that made him want to drop before her, to please, to serve. It might be nothing at all, yet that was half the fun in playing her little games, everyone getting what they wanted, in the end.

Amethyst smiled.

The rest of her spa trip, especially after her partner arrived, was sure to be even better than how it had begun.

She'd make sure of it.