<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/3bfaeb75dbcce83bfc397be0f8c47baa.jpg)</div><strong>Aten Marlowe</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/15RW9l1-kdi1U_p6TrvCCoAbEAKuMV4KyKxnD-dlWCKA/edit)<br/><br/>Aten's nostril's flared a little bit in enjoyment of Vin's increasingly revealed body.  He released Vin's waist now and set his sensual fingers to work on her shoulders.  The young man paused.  He pulled a vial of consecrated oil from his pack.  With a soft prayer, Aten poured a little onto his hands and rubbed it around, making his hands slick and the oil warm.<br/><br/>Aten was an experienced masseur, both sensually and medicinally.  He held both Vin's health and her pleasure in mind as he worked her over slowly.  Aten's hands were big and a little coarse, neither a nobles pampered hands nor a day laborer's cracked and weathered.  Aten's were a warrior's hands.  He was strong and she knew it.  He could hurt her easily.  Instead he was softening strong hands to make more intimate contact with her skin.  His worked tirelessly for Vin's health, her pleasure.<br/><br/>Her surrender.<br/><br/>When the girl's shoulders were warm and limp, Aten worked his fingertips into her back.  On the way down, he gave a simple tug at the laces holding up Vin's top...