With a burst of determination, he completely started massaging her arms. From her upper arms, he gradually worked his way towards her fingertips. Soon, he had her palm in his hands and was massaging it gently.
He did the same thing with her left arm. When he was done, he spoke hesitantly.
"My Lady, would you like me to massage your feet as well?" He asked with a small blush on his face.
Seeing his reaction, an amused smile appeared on Countess Virelle's face before responding.
"Oh~, why do you seem quite eager to touch my feet?" She asked with a playful smile plastered on her face.
"I'm not. I-I just wish to help my Lady relieve some of her stress." He responded, the faint blush on his cheeks becoming redder, even though he was still meeting her gaze.
Hearing his response, the Countess let out a soft chuckle. The man in front of her had a certain charm to him. Aside from his handsome face, which even she had to admit she was captivated by, his other qualities were just as striking.
He was a bit naive, sure, but that was to be expected. He was a slave who was born into captivity. It was only natural that he hadn't experienced much of the world. Still, that couldn't diminish his intelligence.
He immediately understood his role when he was brought to the manor and was trying his hardest to fulfill it. Despite his inexperience, he didn't lack confidence and was able to voice his thoughts, even the embarrassing ones, without flinching or avoiding her gaze.
Safe to say, she was having fun with this new boy toy of hers. Without a word, she extended her feet outward, silently giving her consent.
Dropping down on one knee, Gareth grasped her legs gently. Then ever so delicately, he slipped off her heels, releasing her feet from the cage called shoes.
Her pale skin was on display for him as he began gently rubbing her foot. Without hesitation, he began slowly making his way up her thighs. Her dress was one with a thigh-high slit, making it easy for him to make his way upward.
When he reached her thighs, he could feel a faint response from the countess. While subtle, he could feel her twitching beneath him ever so subtly. He traced faint lines up her thighs, causing her to jerk slightly from the tickling sensation.
"Are you enjoying the massage, my Lady?" He asked, his voice low, face purposefully positioned close to her inner thighs. Feeling his warm breath on her, the faint itch that she had been trying to suppress became even more pronounced, making her let out an involuntary moan.
"Mmnn, it feels good." She purred with closed eyes. Her head was already thrown back, her arousal already taking over her. Seeing this, Gareth had a small smirk on his face.
'Heh, even a countess can't resist me.' He thought to himself before turning his attention back to her. He increased the intensity of his massage, inching ever so closely to her forbidden zone.
Before long, he could perceive a faint odor coming from her cave. Without even seeing it, he could tell that she was already wet.
'Damn, I guess she really is a slut. Well, works for me.' He thought before a faint smirk played on his lips.
"Should I make you feel even better, my Lady?" He asked, though he was already moving before waiting for her answer.
"Mmnn, what are you- Ahh~!" Countess Virelle let out a gasp as a jolt of pleasure shot through her being. Without waiting for her permission, Gareth had placed a kiss on her pussy, causing her to release an involuntary moan.
It was a risky endeavor, something that Gareth would not have done without sufficient preparation and adequate confidence. Without grasping the countess' real attitude towards him, doing such a thing would have been no different from a death sentence.
But it was a risk he had to take. It was their first meeting, and he wanted to imprint himself deeply in her mind. And it seemed he had done just that. Seeing that he hadn't lost his head yet, Gareth took it as a sign to continue.
He parted her dress with his hand, and her nether region was now in full view. Her lacy white panties were now out, leaving him marveling at the sight. Upon closer inspection, there was a small damp patch in the area covering her pussy.
'She's wet.' He mused to himself.
Without wasting anymore time, he dove in to feast on her. He began with gentle kisses that sent shivers down her spine. He didn't move her panties, just pressing his lips right on top of them.
However, that didn't dampen the excitement. If anything, it gave the countess a sultry sense of excitement, wondering what the real deal would actually feel like.
Gareth continued sucking on her pussy, slathering her panties with his saliva. He even began poking her pussy with two fingers, fingering her through her panties. The sensation she got from almost being penetrated simultaneously brought her pleasure while leaving her frustrated.
When her frustration reached its peak, Gareth finally slipped her panties to the sides. Now her pussy was in his full view. He exhaled slightly, watching as her now throbbing clit shivered when his breath landed on her.
He dove down once again, his path now free from any obstructions. He started sucking on her clit even more fervently, as he finally got a good taste of her. She tasted sweet with a slightly salty aftertaste that lingered in his mouth.
His tongue quickly found her clit, and he began licking it with his tongue. With each flick, her body jolted, letting him know just how much she was enjoying this. Her pussy had already begun gushing with fluids, already dripping on the sofa beneath her.
Seeing such positive feedback, Gareth decided to take it up a notch. With two fingers, he dove straight into her pussy, bringing them back and forth in a fast, rhythmic motion.
"Mmmnnghh!" The surprised Countess let out a moan filled with pleasure. Her legs rose into the air and rested on his shoulder. Seeing her reactions, Gareth continued his actions, while simultaneously licking her clit, making her let out several gasps in pleasure.