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Hunter Danga The first Astral massage
🕑 Added 2024-04-21 13:00:10 +0000 UTC"Is this paper, ...... paper, to be handed in and used?"
"Ticket. It says where it is and how to use it. Have you memorized the letters yet?"
N"o problem."
The person who received the ticket from Bearceth was Danga, a hunter of the Jengo tribe who had come to the capital from the distant lands of the Deep Jungle through the custom of wedding trip.
He accepted the piece of paper, which would be worth as much as gold if it were offered to him, without much emotion. He was grateful, but at the same time, he was proud of it, as if it were a matter of course.
"As expected of our big newcomer. Are you used to this kind of tribute?"
M"m-hmm."
"Well, I thought it would be good for you to take this opportunity to taste the latest urban fads."
"Mm."
If he is unfamiliar with the common language, the clothes he wears are also unique. The most important thing to keep in mind is that you should not be afraid to ask for help. But no one has objected to his receiving this "special reward".
His body and bow had that much ability and achievement.
"Even if he didn't, he was the most successful person in the guild this season. Well, take it as a kind of welcome party for newcomers."
"Well, thank you."
I still had no idea of the value of the prize, but if it was an urban reward, a kind of festival, then I couldn't afford to take it lightly.
There is a glory that the winner deserves. It doesn't matter whether you want it or not. It is the duty of those who stand in front.
And I knew from our brief acquaintance that the head of this guild was a trustworthy man.
"I'm off then."
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Shouldn't you do some preparation?"
"No need. We get our catch fresh. Always."
"No, prey is ......."
Danga said goodbye to Bearceth and, without hesitation, headed for the store listed on his ticket.
Thanks in part to his quick decision, he arrived at the "Refilisha Clinic" before the sun had set.
I had heard that it was a valuable place, so I assumed that a huge facility would be waiting for me, but to my surprise, the building was a wooden house that could be found anywhere.
"I am from ...... Red Pomegranate Tavern."
"I have been expecting you."
Dunga was greeted by a large, white-haired old man who seemed surprised at his sudden visit.
He made no sign of surprise at the sudden visit, and after returning a polite bow, he was immediately ushered into the back of the restaurant.
The building was not that large. The location was also secluded. It looked more like a grimoire store than a clinic. But, as it turned out, the wards and emblems throughout the building were first-rate, even for Danga, who is not a specialist in this field.
"Do you need me to explain Astral massage?"
"I don't know anything about it. I'll leave it to you."
"Hoho, then just a brief explanation."
The hallway was unnaturally long, though I thought it was not a large building.
Danga gave a brief explanation of what was going on.
He told us that it was a technique, handed down directly from the elves, to heal the body and spirit exhausted by battle. After a long period of battle, trauma, psychological burden, and habits that lie dormant in the body can all be healed. It is said to be an advanced technique that can heal all of these things.
To be honest, Danga did not understand all the words.
He could not even count the number of times he had seen Elvish magic. But Danga had no fear or loathing. This is also an experience. If you feel any discomfort, you just have to use your strength to overcome it.
If not, you just have to trust and take the treatment.
"I don't know, but it sounds interesting."
"Thank you."
Danga said with absolute confidence. In addition, the old man's confidence in his skills and respect for warriors were evident in every word he said.
He is a trustworthy man.
Danga had a shortsighted but keen intuition.
"Please wait here in the nude."
Danga did not hesitate when he was led to the examination table and instructed in this way.
He was originally dressed lightly,......, and some people might say he was as naked as a nude man. It only took a moment to become truly naked.
Removing the amulets from his neck and knees. Unwrap the cloth around the body. And finally, remove the penis case.
The smell of the confined odor filled the small room.
The owner watched it with a smiling face, not frowning.
"I'm getting good at this, aren't I?"
"??? I see."
"The body that has been so much battle-scarred is quite ......, even for an old general, isn't it?"
"I see."
Danga neither embarrassed nor denied it, but simply accepted it quietly and lay on his back on the examination table.
A peculiar odor was constantly rising from his entire body, and soon an incense that was almost as strong as the odor began to burn.
"Well then, let me begin shallowly."
"Mm."
I had no idea what "shallow" meant, but I was not the kind of Danga to question every word of a professional. He just stared at the front and leaned back.
The shopkeeper's hands, moist with oil, touched Danga's shoulders.
Starting close to the heart, then the breastplate, neck, and abdomen.
The hand slid along the shadows of Danga's muscles.
It was simply a pleasant stimulation.
Thighs, buttocks, calves, arms to the tips of fingers.
The moment of being touched was a little itchy, but the discomfort soon subsided. I even felt as if it was natural for this hand to touch me. And yet, the feeling of comfort remains, and it is a wonderful thing.
I began to understand the meaning of the word "healing". This is unmistakably healing.
"Fuu ............"
Please do not hesitate to let me know if there is anything you find offensive or uncomfortable.
No, please keep it that way."
Danga relaxed and exhaled deeply again.
Eventually, when his entire body was well oiled, the shopkeeper began stroking Danga's chest plate and neck ...... once more, starting from the spot where he had first touched him.
Danga was not sure what astral meant, but he completely loved the idea of the massage. He was grateful to Bearceth, grateful for his experience in the city, grateful for his hunting skills and the support of his hometown, and simply enjoyed the pleasure it brought.
"Everything is ready, sir."
"Yes?"
But what came as a surprise to Danga, who was enjoying the comfort of relief, was a voice that said, "Well, then, I'm going to go a little deeper.
"I would like to touch you a little more deeply now. May I?"
The meaning of these words suggested that this was where the real work was to begin.
"Deeply ......?"
He did not appear to have a knife in his hand.
There is no sign of disturbance.
This must really be the correct procedure.
"No matter, please."
Danga was still undeterred.
If I've come this far, I'll take this whole astral massage thing. He was going to take this experience home with him.
"I got it. Well then――"
The owner then reached out and touched Danga's well-trained body.
I immediately understood what he meant.
"Nuh-!?"
The moment the thin, shiny hand touched Danga's skin, it dug in softly, yet deeply, as if their bodies were melting together.
There is no actual melting. The hand just traces the epidermis. But if Danga's body is the ocean and his skin is the surface of the water, the shopkeeper's hand was touching the interior so deeply that it was tantamount to touching the sand at the bottom of the water.
It was not unpleasant.
But it was not a pleasant sensation either.
As I did so, I felt the sand inside Danga being pulled up by a slurping motion.
"Huh ............!"
Danga shouted out.
His arms trembled.
A sense of elation came over him.
He remembered.
Joy.
A sense of accomplishment.
It was a memory that came back to me vividly.
It was the feeling you get when you ............ pick up your bow and fire a killing shot.
It wasn't just a single shot.
This feeling of excitement, tension, and accomplishment.
I know because it was my own experience.
This must have been the feeling, the memory, and the experience of that moment when I killed a big game fish on my first hunt.
"What in the world is this?"
Danga looked at his arm.
The part of his arm that was being stroked by the owner was unmistakably the hairy, muscular arm of Danga's ...... middle-aged man. The most important thing to remember is that the best way to get the most out of your money is to use it.
My father was a master archer. He taught all the children in the village to hunt. He gave them the same education without distinction, and Danga was one of them.
I am proud to say that he was not treated specially. But it was Danga who was the first of the youngsters to kill a big fish.
Blood, talent, and excellent offspring.
Everyone admired Danga's magnificent young and stunning body more than the flesh of his prey.
The emotion and response of that first shot is now returning to my arms.
"Owner, is this ......?"
"Yes. I am awakening, relaxing, and healing the memories that remain in your body."
The owner began to explain again.
The owner began to explain again: "The emotions, sorrows, or shocks you once experienced are still there. I just pull it up and taste it again. I am here to help you pull it out and taste it again."
"Hmmm..."
"And so, by tasting or forgetting the feeling that has come back to life, the soul is purified and healed. That is the technique of astral massage, a gift from the elves."
Danga still did not understand all the talk about magic and psychology. It was enough for him to know where the joy he felt in his body came from.
"What do you think?"
"Go on, ............."
For the first time that day, Danga said this in a weak voice.
He was not afraid. It was just that his mind was mostly occupied with what was about to happen.
"Yes, sir."
The owner's arm touched his chest.
A muscular breast plate without a single scar.
He stroked the firmness of the breastplate and moved it up and down as if he was tasting its unevenness. Soon, the memory of the man's life was coming back to him.
It was a battle in a village.
A raging fanged beast was attacking one woman. Danga stood up to protect her and caught the fangs with his breastplate. In this way, he protected the village, the woman, and then struck her down.
The sharpness of the fangs in his chest, the elation of defeating them, and the ...... feeling of the woman's thin, soft fingers as they came to apply medicine to his chest after the battle.
All at once, everything mingled and reverberated in Danga's flesh.
"Nuh............!"
A mixture of pleasure and elation came over him at the same time.
We finally did not have a relationship for the wedding trip. The closest we came was during that treatment. But that was why Danga's breastplate remembered the feeling.
"Hah ............ huh ......!'"
His breath came in ragged gasps.
His desire was floating uncontrollably in his body.
I will continue by touching your legs."
The owner carefully and quietly moved on to the next part.
"Okay ...... good, let's ............ nuh-uh!"
But the gentle movement caused Danga to arch back significantly.
It feels good.
This pleasure that clung to his legs was the same as when several men and women praised Danga's body for his big game hunting.
That feeling of being touched right up to the crotch. I actually secretly thought it felt good.
"And now for your backs."
"Hah ............ phewhhhhh ............!"
When his back was touched, Danga understood the true meaning of the phrase 'the memory that lies dormant in the body.
Danga's back remembered. The envious glances of his family members. The eyes of admiration and lust that looked at his muscular back. The pleasure that even Danga himself had not recognized was reproduced in his brain through his body.
"This is ...... awesome ............ wow ......... ...oh oh!"
Each one was a small pleasure and admiration.
For Dunga, who had lived a life of constant victory, these were things that didn't need to be mentioned.
But to have them come back to life at the same time and in several different places is a different ...... story.
His back, his thighs, his breastplate, everywhere were shaking with the joy of victory, and Danga recoiled convulsively.
"It seems like you have lived a life of continuous and spectacular victories for quite some time...it's wonderful."
"Oh ...... ah......!"
The owner's voice came over Danga's as he began to shiver with pleasure.
It is an unusual case, but not an impossible one. In the body, where so many memories of victory lie dormant, joy awakens at once. Rest assured, I, too, am a man who lives on this path, and I will accompany you to the end.
The shopkeeper still did not make a fuss, but touched Danga's lower half of his body with his ...... well-trained, hard gluteus maximus ...... buttocks in a steady motion.
"Phew............ mmmm......!"
Memories of the battle.
I had had my butt hole persistently played with by a vegetative demon. The humiliating, sweet, and immoral feeling that I had been trying to forget as a result of my fears comes back to me as if it were being invaded right now.
No one touched my asshole. Yet, I felt hot in the back of my buttocks. The hand that continues to massage his feels as if it were the tentacles of a plant.
"This is ......! This memory is ......!"
And then the lower back.
It came back to me as a memory of the first time I went hunting shoulder to shoulder with my father when I was still young.
My father, who recognized me as a full-fledged warrior, gave me his used bow and penis case.
A male stump, similar to his own but with a different smell, was entwined between Danga's legs as if it had been tailor-made for him. The joy of that moment when his father, who had been so strict with him, recognized him, returned from his waist to his belly and then to his groin.
Every time the owner stroked his pelvis, Danga's hips swung back and forth as if he were mating.
"Oh ......! That feels so good, I can't get enough of it. ......!"
Finally, Danga spluttered.
His face relaxed, his genitals swelled, and his whole body was covered with the sweat of rutting.
The accumulated pleasure was no longer just one or two pleasures. It was not only physical pleasure, but also a sense of accomplishment, elation, humiliation, and even immorality.
The complex and bizarre pleasures were unbearable, even for a warrior with no equal in his family.
His cock was fully erect and dripping clear juice.
His bearded chin trembled, and his heated breath continued to leak out.
Then I'm going to touch your feet next. "Next, I'll touch your feet," he said, "all over your body, because that is the condition for healing the astral body.
"Oh ............ ah ......!"
Danga himself did not know whether it was a gasp or an affirmation.
The soles of his feet.
The feeling of stepping over a brick road on his first visit to the city comes back to him.
As the gawking eyes gathered, the thugs who had laughed at Danga's attire challenged him to a fight.
Danga decided that it was a legitimate offer to duel, and he took them on, using only his fists and footwork to match his opponent's prey.
The contest lasted only a moment.
Danga quickly forgave them, but the thugs, who must have lived their lives that way ......, knelt at Danga's feet and licked the warrior's feet, begging for forgiveness.
The aftermath of that awkward victory.
It is not something I should be proud of.
But the pleasure that surged through my body, mixed with the victory, made even the memory of it a sensual moment of triumph, just for today.
It spread with each foot massage.
"Oh, ......, everything is mixed into ...... one, well, mixed, mixed ......!"
Danga turned his back with a beastly roar.
A runaway. I have heard such a word.
Everything in life runs together. This, moreover, is a collection of nothing but pleasures. The triumphs of Danga, the victories of Danga, are connected, becoming one huge feeling of "joy" that piles up irresistibly.
The joy of an arrow striking its prey.
The joy of being loved by a woman.
The joy of being recognized by the father.
The joy of being given pleasure.
The joy of a guilty feeling.
Everything assaulted Danga's entire body.
"Oh ...... so much, so much ............!
There is no escape. His whole body feels good.
She can't resist. There is no way to stop the pleasure.
The pleasure and the pleasure are constantly assaulting Danga. Just breathing makes his hair stand on end. Just by twisting his body, his skin rejoices. Just by moving his eyeballs, he feels as if he is melting.
The whole body.
Everything.
.............
No, there was only one exception.
There was one place that was not involved in the fight and had not yet been touched.
"I'm sorry, sir."
The owner murmured.
"In order to keep the spirit constant and to achieve the full effect of healing, it is necessary to touch the whole body. No exceptions."
Even Danga, unfamiliar with the common tongue, understood what this meant.
Slowly, the owner's hand moves toward the center of Danga's body.
Below the navel. Above the legs. The only sign of an angry man in a now ...... deflated whole body.
"Or fine ............."
Danga said, lifting his hips.
"Do it ......."
It was the courage of Danga, who as a warrior had accepted a variety of experiences, and it was also the appearance of a mere male who was carried away by his desires.
His lazy, pre-cum-ridden cock jumped up even harder for the final pleasure.
What is going to happen?
What would happen if he touched my cunt with his whole body "like this" ............?
With mixed feelings of anticipation and fear, Danga's meat stick coughed up its juices.
The owner listened to his answer and nodded.
Then, quietly, he touched it with a hand that was exactly the same as any other part of his body.
"OH----!!!"
The voice is one breath. That's all. But it was like exhaling all of the breath that had been building up in my entire body.
Everything becomes one.
Victory, defeat, bitterness, and glory were all transformed into joy and gathered into a single stick of Danga's flesh.
"Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh ............!"
After a short pause, Danga's mouth overflowed and his voice was inhuman.
The convulsions do not stop.
Pleasure is twinkling before my eyes. All the past covers Danga's whole body, so much so that he cannot see the present scenery that he should be able to see.
A Dick.
His first ejaculation.
The first ejaculation when he was at his most confident.
The ejaculation when he had been patient and endured like a man.
All of these things that he was so proud of come back to his glans, his rod, and his balls all at the same time.
The climax of spirit and time, which is impossible to describe only by physical pleasure.
Every bead of sweat that came out of my skin was like semen.
"Ooooh, oooooooooh, oh, ooooh ............!!!"
Danga continued to shudder and tremble as he exhaled like he had never done in front of any man or woman.
Soon, a single violent gush of male juice was erupting from his meat pole.
An overwhelming sense of pleasure and release, as if a part of his spirit was leaving him, as if all stagnation was disappearing.
The current ejaculation, the past ejaculation, all of it surged up from Danga's muscles, his rod, his head, his consciousness, and his soul.
It feels good.
Just delightful.
Delightful.
The sensation continued until my spirit eventually frayed and I passed out.
Danga just let go of his consciousness, surrendering everything, enjoying the touch of the massage.
"Thank you very much. I look forward to seeing you again."
"Mm."
Danga said goodbye to the shopkeeper in his original form.
I must have arrived at the store around noon, but I realized that the sun had set completely.
During the massage, I was experiencing such intense pleasure that I don't even know how many times I had sex.
I was squeezed out of my entire body, and I was also drained of all my bodily fluids.
Even a man as big as Danga must have been exhausted. Or so I thought.
But when he was done, he was not exhausted at all, but rather, he felt as if every cell in his body had been renewed.
"Please do it again."
"Yes, with pleasure."
Not a single regret.
By looking at himself again, Danga was aware once again of his own strength. Gratitude for the past. Gratitude for the battles he had fought. These feelings also corrected his attitude about how he should live his life in the future.
He reexamined his battle and made a new start.
And come back to receive this massage again.
Danga returned to Red Pomegranate Tavern, driven by the strong desire that had been born in him.
Hunter Danga
Stress 29→0
Spirit 11→22
Muscle strength 98→102
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