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ROPEWALK LANE - MIDDAY
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Florian makes his way along the road, a bit of a careful step guiding the leopard as he looks at the various storefronts he passes by, trying to see which one might be Isgrimnir's shop. Though he's dressed up in his usual lightweight, if somewhat form-hugging clothing, he's looking more than a bit ruffled for some reason, and has a hand resting rather gingerly against the small of his back.
Florian comes to a stop as he looks at one of the buildings along the lane and decides to knock once he's at least decently certain he's found the proper place.
Isgrimnir was working on the lathe, it was nearly finished as he heard the knock on the door. He frowned for a moment, no one had made an appointment as such and he had not opened the shop window because he wanted to concentrated on his work. A soft sigh, then he walks over to the door to open it.
Florian gives a bit of a tired wave as the door opens and he sees he found the right shop. "Oh, good... I found the right shop. Hi, Isgrimnir. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"
Isgrimnir: Matters little come on in *he steps aside from the doorway, pulls a cloth from a pocket and wipes his hands on it, not that they were overly dirty but they were a little oily.
Florian sighs in appreciation and makes his way in once invited. "Thanks... I decided to pop by for a visit because... ugh... stupid reason, really." He tries to straighten up and stretch his back, only to wince and stop trying, "Turned a corner too fast earlier and ran face first into a wagon. Pretty sure I pulled something when I fell over..."
Isgrimnir: Oh dear, are you wounded or just hurt?
Isgrimnir pours hot water from a kettle in to a big pot a strong scent of Jasmine fills the air all of a sudden "Tea?"
Florian shakes his head in response to the first question. "Not wounded or anything, just... sore." He draws in a breath and sighs it back out with a nod, "A bit of tea sounds nice, though, thank you."
Isgrimnir fills two cups with tea from a smaller pot, then fills the cups up with the hot water he had just poured, he added a huge dollop of honey to one glass and handed the other to Florian
Florian accepts the cup of tea with both hands, though he still remains slightly bent over from the tension in his back. He spends a few seconds just enjoying the scent of the tea, before he gently blows on the surface and takes a small sip. "Mmh... thank you, Isgrimnir. I've not really had a chance for a good tea since I last left Vamas a while back."
Isgrimnir: drink some tea, and we will see to your hurts after.
Florian nods as he leans lightly against a wall of the workshop, careful to avoid bumping anything that might be delicate. The hot tea does seem to help relax his body just a bit as he slowly drinks his way through the cup. "How goes work on the lathe, by the way? I remember you mentioning it was still a work in progress the other day."
Isgrimnir points to the device, it looked somewhat lathe like but many components were still laying on a nearby tray, nicely ordered. "I was just working on it. If you will come this way.." *He opened the door to another room, comfortably warm. A large ornate chest stood open on a table near the massage table, a collection of many vials and a brass contraption holding a candle stub under a small shallow bowl.*
Florian looks over at the machine with curious eyes, taking in the machine's half-completed appearance, as well as the orderly layout of the remaining components, before he looks back at Isgrimnir. He nods and goes to follow, though he takes a moment to set his empty tea cup down near the teapot.
Isgrimnir flicks open a little device, he then flicks this thumb across, causing a few sparks, he repeats this a few times, shakes the device a bit and tries again, this time the little wick catches flame and he uses it to light the candle stub, pouring a generous measure of oil in to the shallow bowl.
Florian looks around as he enters the room, then curiously tilts his head at Isgrimnir, while also trying to get a look at everything else as well. "So... what do you need me to do?"
Isgrimnir opens a big towel and spread it on the massage table. "Undress and lay down on there and tell me where it hurts"
Florian nods and starts to undress as instructed. He carefully sets his clothing aside in a nicely folded pile, then grimaces as he climbs onto the massage table. He pauses as he tries to lay down, a jolt running up his back as his muscles protest him stretching his back straight, but he eventually manages to do so, lying flat on his stomach on the towel. "Ngh... There we go... Feels like the...
Florian …worst of it's around my lower back."
Isgrimnir nods and studies the snow leopard carefully at first, then his hands follow, carefully pressing and feeling.
Florian draws in a breath of air as the first few firm presses cause his muscles to tense up. His long, fluffy tail thrashes a little before he gets it back under control. "Mgh... y-yeah, kind of around there... I landed kind of... kind of hard..."
Isgrimnir: yes, it is a bit hard to see bruising under the fur, but I am sure it is there. *he selected a few vials, then added a few drops of them to the brass bowl, lavender, clove and some lemon. he dipped his fingers in, rubbed his hands and started at the shoulders, massaging, he would start to make the muscles loose from the top, working slowly towards the bruising
Florian's shoulders start to slowly relax as the massage begins, though the tension in his back definitely remains easily noticeable to anyone with a practiced eye. He hums quietly to himself, and his tail starts to lazily flick about as the massage continues. "Thankfully my dignity wasn't bruised by the fall, at least. That would be a hard one to massage..."
Isgrimnir: Stroking your ego hmmm? *he chuckles a bit but continues his massage, every now and then he dips some more warm oil but his hand never leave Florian's body completely, one always stays in contact*
Florian chuckles quietly as well, his body relaxing further against the table bit by bit as his back loosens up. He wiggles a little on the table as Isgrimnir works his way down along his back. "Nah... I'm not too big-headed, I think. I try not to be, anyway." He tenses for a moment, then relaxes again, "O-oh... that felt nice..."
Isgrimnir summons this power around him as he starts to reach the bruising, a very faint nimbus surrounding him, golden green like sunlight through spring foliage, accompanied by a fresh scent like wildflowers and cut grass, but it is only a mere hint. Slowly the pain starts to dissipate from Florian's body
Florian hums and relaxes further as Isgrimnir's magic starts to take hold, and a pleasing warmth suffuses his body as the tension and pain around the bruised parts of his lower back starts to ease up. He starts to wiggle a little more fitfully though even as the tension leaves him, and he lets out a pleased little hum. "Mmh~... so that's what your magic can do, huh? Feels good..."
Isgrimnir: Opinions differ on that, but it works, and that is the important thing.. *his hands finally reach his buttocks, but he does not stop there, continueing the massage on to the back of his legs.
Florian 's tail shifts a bit as Isgrimnir's hands work lower, mostly just getting out of the way for the moment. "Heh... really? I'm surprised some folks aren't all that appreciative o-of... fffff..." He goes tense for a few moments before he relaxes again, "S-sorry, of this kind of relaxation..."
Isgrimnir: oh, there are few who complain about that. *he works down the legs, calves and feet again, checking the bone that he aligned the other day, finding it in good order.*`
Florian is definitely nice and relaxed now, and his legs are almost loose to the point of being insensate from the massage. He squirms a little as each leg is tended to, feeling quite glad he's belly down on the table at the moment. "So... I guess... how does your magic work, if you don't mind me asking?"
Isgrimnir: I draw the pain and damage from the body in to mine.. Turn over please.
Florian blinks and looks over his shoulder at Isgrimnir. "Wait... so you're feeling the bruising and such, now?" He hesitates, "And... er... y-you need me to turn over?"
Isgrimnir grinned, or maybe it was a grimace. "The answer to both questions is yes, but compared to yours, my body will heal the damage much faster. And visits to the Bathhouse will help"
Florian hums quietly, the news of how the bear's magic worked coming as a bit of a surprise. "Ah... then I should be more careful. I'd hate to constantly be a source of aches for you." He glances at the towel he's resting on, "And, er... turn over with the towel or no?"
Isgrimnir: the towel remains where it is, thre is nothing I have not seen Florian, we bathed together twice.
Florian blinks, then chuckles awkwardly. "Ah... true, but... Er... Well... right. Right..." He adjusts himself until he turns himself over onto his back, only to talk as he does so, hastily trying to excuse the obvious excitement his body has on display at the moment, "It just... felt really nice? Sorry, not really trying to start anything..."
Isgrimnir: don't worry about it, not the first time that happened, and I doubt it will be the last time either. He stretches for a moment, one hand still on the leg, a growling grunt escapes but then he returns to his work, now moving slowly up the body, from the feet over the shins and the thighs*
Florian slowly relaxes his head back onto the table as a wave of relief washes over him, his embarrassment fading away little by little at Isgrimnir's reassurances. He lifts his head up a bit again, though, upon hearing the grunt from the bear. "Is... is that the aches you're pulling from my back? If it's getting bad, we can stop so you can relax."
Isgrimnir: I am fine, hardly the worst pain I have experienced, it is just on top of inflamed joints from the beaver the other day. my back feels stiff, but the hot bath will take care of that no doubt.. *his hands now moved from the thighs on to the abdomen, making gentle clockwise massages, loosening the abdominal muscles but without causing stress in the colon*
Florian lets out an involuntary shiver as Isgrimnir's hands move from his legs up to his abdomen, trying (and mostly succeeding) at not making things more embarrassing than it already is. "W-well... the least I could do is... maybe do something in turn for the massage? L-like... make a wood carving fff-figurine or something as a prototype for you?"
Isgrimnir: I do not charge for my healing Florian. *he moves on to the pectoral muscles, from there on to the shoulders and down one arm* Nothing is required, I am happy I can help.
Florian hums warmly as he lets his head settle back onto the table once more, letting Isgrimnir massage his limbs as he will. "If you're sure... I'll admit, I can't wait to see what you do with that lathe, so... I'm hoping these aches don't get in the way of your work."
Isgrimnir: just a little, but it is only a hobby after all. *he moved to the other arm and worked his way from shoulder to hand*
Florian 's eyes start to drift shut a bit as he enjoys the lack of tension in his body. "Then... if you need any help... feel free to ask, and I'll do what I can."
Isgrimnir: of course. *he reaches out, warm fingers curling around the last part of his body that had not relaxed yet*
Florian is half-asleep at the moment, when a weird wash of sensations draws an appreciative purr out of him. He doesn't fully register it for a few moments, only to blink his eyes open again and lift his head to look at Isgrimnir.
Isgrimnir looks back at Florian his hand starting a slow stroke.
Florian is about to comment, but a wave of pleasure brings him up short. Instead, he draws in a shaky breath and groans softly as he leans back onto the table again. "O-okay, I... w-wasn't expecting... that~... Y-you didn't have to, you know..."
Isgrimnir: I do not do half work, either you get completely relaxed or not at all. *he was indeed in no hurry, slowly stroking from base to tip*
Florian slowly gets into the mood, definitely helped along by Isgrimnir's efforts and the warmth added by his magic. His hands slide to either side of the table and loosely grip onto the edges. "I... g-guess this does count... as a sort of tension~...? C-can't say I'm... against it~..."
Isgrimnir adds the second hand now, cupping the scrotum and giving that a gentle massage "of course it is tension, why else would the climax be called release?"
Florian 's legs spread apart just a bit, inviting Isgrimnir to continue, though he starts to squirm about as the tension in his core starts to tighten further. "I... mmf~... g-guess that's true, yeah~... Tension I didn't even know about until now~..."
Isgrimnir speeds up his stroke a bit, it was still relatively slow though. thumb moving over the glance on the downstroke.
Florian is in a weird state of simultaneous relaxation and tension, the way his limbs seem to fully loosen up as they dangle on the edges of the table, all while his tail swishes vaguely about with every slow stroke. He lets out another appreciative groan as the continued massage builds the tension in his core further still.
Isgrimnir speeds up a little again, deepening the stroke a bit too.
Florian 's tail starts to thrash again, until it opts to just coil reflexively around one of Isgrimnir's arms. Florian's hips start to roll a bit, matching the rhythm of the bear's strokes all while he does his best to hang on for just a few seconds longer, clearly right near his limit, the massage alone having spurred him well along before now. "O-ohh, gods~..."
Isgrimnir: "hmmhmmm" *a short exclamation in the negative* "just me, I am far from divine.." *He chuckles a moment but it does not interrupt the massage of the member, his hand slows down a bit again and now his fingers start to move in a milking fasion, pinky woudl squeeze a bit first, ring, middle and index would follow, ripple after ripple like that*
Florian does his best to form another response, though the shift in Isgrimnir's strokes makes that especially difficult in the moment, and he's reduced to squirming fitfully against the table. "C-could have f-fffooled m-me~... Hhaaa~..." He manages to weather the sensations for just a few seconds longer, only to jerk roughly against the table as his climax crashes over him.
Isgrimnir: "there we are, sweet release.." *he does not stop just yet, milking further. observing that climax with some joy. Whether it was the satisfaction of a job well done or something else was anyone's guess*
Florian rides out the crest of his climax in bliss as each further stroke sends electric jolts through his entire body. As he starts to wind back down, he lets out another moan, feeling totally relaxed, even as Isgrimnir's continued stroking of his member leaves his body tingling.
Isgrimnir finally stops as the climax ends, he takes a smaller towel and cleaned Florian off
Isgrimnir: Pain free and relaxed now?
Florian 's chest rises and falls visibly as he takes deep, steady breaths to try and wind himself back down fully. He manages a loose, almost lazy nod in response, even as he doesn't budge from his spot on the table. He just kind of stares up towards the ceiling with an unfocused gaze. "Y-yeah... comfortable... and really relaxed~..."
Isgrimnir took another big towel, apparently the cubby hole they were laying in was heated in some way, he slid it over Florian's body, then blew out the candle stub, discarded the scented oil that was left and cleaned the shallow bowl.
Isgrimnir: I really need to find someone that makes oils.
Florian 's tail falls away from Isgrimnir's arm as the bear moves around the table, the fluffy limb dangling loosely over the edge of the table. He hums warmly, feeling quite nice as the larger towel gets draped over him, and he manages to look over at Isgrimnir again with a bit more focus. "I could... ask around town, see if there might be a merchant or two that might stock what you need. Could...
Florian ...even ask my sister, since she's lived her longer."
Isgrimnir: That would be nice, it is not urgent just yet.. but some of my favorites are now about halfway gone.
Florian nods a bit. "Then... I'll check around and keep you posted on what I find." He draws in a breath and lets it out again, clearly just basking in the feeling of total ease, "Any in particular that I should ask about?"
Isgrimnir: the one I use the most is essence of Lavender, it is a cure all, well, not literally, but it does have a great many beneficial properties.
Florian nods again and slowly drops his head back onto the table again. "Lavender... got it. I think... I think I'm just going to enjoy this for a few more minutes before I get up..." He looks over at Isgrimnir again, "If you're okay with that, anyway. I can see myself out once I'm... able to stand up again."
Isgrimnir laughs softly "Take your time, I will be right next door, enjoying another cup of tea"
Florian chuckles and shifts his gaze back to the ceiling again as Isgrimnir goes back to the other room. Totally relaxed as he is, it's a bit of a struggle for him to not fall asleep right then and there, but he manages to keep himself awake. About ten minutes later, he's able to get to his feet and get dressed again, at which point he thanks Isgrimnir for the massage, then double checks what he needs to ask around the marketplace for before he takes his leave, feeling much, much more relaxed than he did earlier in the day.