Happy Ending Spa Treatment

Seeing as everyone was making the Khione situation out like she was on her deathbed, I decided that it might be in my best interest to get some water, just in case there were any severe wounds that might need healing. I headed towards the kitchen to get myself a glass, which took me where the little… dispute took place.

Walking into the living room, I saw that Hazel decided to lend a hand. She was pushing the couch back into place. Thŷella was mopping up the water and blood puddle. The place was starting to come back together. As I approached, Hazel took one look up at me and gave a soft smile before a look of horror adorned her face.

Before I could register the change, she choked out,"Percy, don't!"

Dear reader, I will never understand how nymphs can walk around barefoot day in and day out. Whatever magic they have protecting them, I want some. Me and my careless self failed to realize that there just so happened to be a pile of broken glass swept up, ready to be disposed of, right where I was stepping.

With a painful CRUNCH, I took one look down and began registering just how much my foot was bleeding. Even with socks on, my tender sole was no match for the fury of broken glass.

"Oh," I squeaked, my voice an octave higher than usual. "That hurt."

I hopped over to the wall and slid down it, my hands now grasping at the bloody mess that was my foot. Trying to keep my breathing steady as the pain started registering. In my miserable efforts to ignore the pain, I tried willing some water to me. No such luck. The small daggers of glass shredding my foot made it a little difficult to concentrate.

Right on cue, another one of the nymphs, Rose I think, walked in with a broom and dust pan. She took one look at the situation and dropped her instruments in horror.

"Oh no! Master! Please, let me help you!"

She and Hazel both rushed to my side. Hazel stripped off my sock and used it as a soaking cloth to staunch the bleeding. Rose allowed some sort of oil seep through her skin and used it to hold the cloth in place. The oil was fragrant, giving off the smell of… huh… roses… go figure. Anyways, the oils relieved a great deal of pain, though that didn't alter my foot from looking like hamburger meat.

I gave a sigh of relief as my thoughts cleared, though Hazel still looked worried.

"Those are some pretty nasty gashes. The bleeding is barely being held back."

"Water," I said. "Get me some water."

Rose bolted to the kitchen. Seconds passed and she returned with a large glass of water.

Willing the water towards me, I pulled a small stream from the glass and pressed it against my foot. As the water cocooned my foot, I could feel the magic working. My wounds began to close and the blood was pulled back where it belonged.

"Ahh," I sighed, "Much better."

Rose looked on, her face paler than I remembered.

"MasterI'msorry!Ididn'tmeantoleave-"

"Woah woah! Slow down and take a deep breath."

She did as I said, but stood there trembling in her dress.

"Now, what were you saying?"

She shivered at my words, her gaze locked on the tile floor.

"I'm so sorry, Master. I didn't mean to leave the glass there. I was throwing away some other glass. The dust pan couldn't carry all of it."

She fidgeted with the folds in her chiton as she hyperventilated, her deep red curls bouncing with every breath. Some of her pigment returned to her lime green skin as she recognized the gentleness in my voice.

My gaze softened. "It wasn't your fault. I should have paid better attention."

Tears started welling in her bright green eyes.

"But… but I…"

I stood up and placed my hand on her shoulder, the pain in my foot now a dull throb.

"Hey," I said, trying my best to stay gentle, "Don't go beating yourself up over this. You were doing what was asked of you."

I gave her a small kiss on the forehead, resulting in a very stunned dryad. Even Hazel looked on with a blush.

"Well, um," Hazel said, "I think there's still some more to clean up."

I looked once again into Rose's eyes and rapped my fingers along her shoulder.

"Not this one," I said. "I'm going to have a little talk with her. Think you could-"

"We've got this, Percy," she said with a smile.

Hazel picked up the broom and dustpan before sweeping up the now bloodier pile of broken glass. Thŷella continued mopping up the mess of water that laid on the floor. It may have been in my best interest to help them and just cast the water out the window, but I was a little distracted with trying to calm down a nymph on the verge of a panic attack.

"Come on," I said to Rose. "Let's take a walk."

Rose accompanied me down the hallway to nowhere in particular. She shivered as we walked, shaking rose petals out of her crimson ringlets. She was one of the shortest of the nymphs; perhaps a couple inches taller than Hazel at most. That made wrapping my arm around her shoulder a little awkward.

"Alright, what's wrong?"

She looked up at me, though never quite made eye contact.

"'Wrong,' Master?"

"Yeah. You're panicking over a small hiccup that was, in all honesty, my own fault."

Her eyes widened and she turned away, shaking more rose petals out of her curly hair and leaving a trail of them wherever she walked.

"No, Master. Do not blame yourself. I was asked to clean it. I should have done it sooner."

I rubbed her shoulder as we walked along, trying to relax her.

"There's more to it than just that, isn't there?"

She looked back at me, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Master?"

I stopped walking and leaned back against the wall. Giving her a quick once over, I couldn't help but marvel at how nymphs got around without wearing shoes.

"Why are you blaming yourself for something that wasn't even your fault?"

"But… but it was…"

I stepped forward and placed both of my hands on her shoulders. She paled on contact and her trembling began once again.

"Please, be honest with me. Why are you blaming yourself?"

Her mouth moved up and down, trying to talk but never making a sound.

"I… I…"

She broke down into tears. Her crying sounded much like Calypso's. You never wanted to hear the pain in the sobs, but you couldn't help but notice how cute they were when they cried. Despite her crying, she remained rigid, giving the impression of a crying statue.

I leaned in and gave her a hug. Not even holding herself back anymore, she wrapped her arms under mine and sobbed into my chest.

"Shhh," I cooed. "You're gonna be okay."

She sniffled and pulled away. Her green tears ran down her cheeks and landed on her chiton. Each drop seemed to drain some of the vibrancy out of her eyes.

"So," I whispered while wiping away some tears, "What's going on? Why are you so upset about this?"

She turned her head away. "This… this isn't my first time failing in my duties. Before you arrived, Nimba… she asked me to watch over her sister."

I cocked my head. "Nimba has a sister?"

She nodded her head, her face taking on a grey color. "She did…"

"What happened to her?"

She took a deep breath, though I don't think that it calmed her nerves that much. "Before we arrived, Nimba had asked me to watch over her twin sister, Sierra. Well, following our arrival, we explored the grounds to learn the routes and paths of our new home."

She paused and I nodded for her to continue.

"Well… I got lost… in these very halls. I didn't know where I was. I was along a window… one looking out to the shore and," her voice cracked, "I saw Sierra swimming away from the island."

I paused to take that in. "Wait… but Palírroia said…" My eyes widened at the realization. "She faded?"

Tears free flowed from her eyes once again as she nodded. "It was my fault. I promised I would watch her. Every time I'm asked to do something, I always do something to mess it up…"

"Rose," I said as I hugged her head into my chest, "That wasn't your fault. It was an accident. It's these stupid laws that are in place. You couldn't have known."

She shook her head and mumbled into my chest. "It doesn't matter. I should have been watching her."

"You just got here," I insisted. "There's no guilt that you should be holding."

She remained silent. As still as she stood, you could almost assume she was a rose bush.

"Why was she swimming away anyways?"

"I don't know," she groaned, tears once more threatening to let loose. "Nimba might know. I haven't been able to bring myself to face her ever since."

I sighed. "Listen, I know that feeling. But you should go talk to her. I may not know much about you guys, but she doesn't seem like the kind to hold a grudge."

She shook her head against my sternum, grinding her nose against the bone. "It's not about her forgiving me. I can't forgive myself."

Okay, if I tell her to do otherwise, would that make me a hypocrite?

"Rose, given how many people that I've hurt in one way or another, I would be insane at this point if I never managed to forgive myself."

She eyed me, not quite believing my words.

"A perfect example," I continued, "Would be when I caused a volcanic eruption. I displaced over half a million people because I lost control."

Her green eyes widened and her shivering increased. I realized with a start I just announced to a scared girl that I was someone who was very powerful and dangerous. Not an impression you want to make… unless you're Zeus.

I stroked her hair, trying to calm her quaking. In the process, I pulled out a single rose petal from her curls.

"But," she said, "You have skills. You have something to compensate for what you do. I have nothing to help others."

"Nothing? So you never did anything for fun? You don't have any kind of skills you can use?"

She looked away and fidgeted with her chiton. "Well…"

"...Yes?"

"I… I have been told that I am good with my hands. The trainers would often praise my abilities to give massages."

I looked back, impressed. "Believe it or not, that's a cool skill to have. You have no idea how many demigods would kill to get a massage."

She hunched her shoulders. "It is not very useful. What good is a massage when I can't even keep someone safe?"

I gave her a look of pity. "What good is being able to heal someone with water if they're already dead?"

She looked back, somewhat shocked and repulsed by my question.

"You don't get it, Rose. I've been helpless to save everyone. My friends have died by the dozens and I'll never get them back. You still have your friends. Hold on to them."

I was referring more to Nimba. After all, only a trusted friend would ask you to watch over a younger sibling. If I lost Tyson…

"I'll… I'll go talk to Nimba about this," she mumbled, her head bowed in defeat.

I gave my best effort for a reassuring smile. "There you go. You might want to wait though. She's still recovering from Khione."

Her eyes widened. "Is she going to be okay?!"

I ruffled her hair a bit, shaking some more petals from her hair. "She should be fine. Hestia and I both worked to heal her. She's resting now."

Her shoulders relaxed. "Thank you, Master. She has endured enough"

"From the sounds of it, all of you have."

Her head dipped, shifting her focus to the floor beneath her. In the brief moment of silence, I was preparing to leave, but then she gave me an offer that took me by surprise.

"Would you like a massage?" She blurted.

I straightened out, taken aback by her request.

"That isn't necessary. I told you, it's not your fault that I stepped on the glass."

She shook her head. "No, Master. It's my way of thanking you. You've given me peace of mind."

"Oh… well, if you want to. I've got no complaints."

Her eyes brightened, returning to the vibrant green from before. While giggling like a schoolgirl, she took my hand and ran down the hallway, dragging me along for the ride.

Rose trailed down the corridors, dragging me in tow. Before long, I found us in front of a familiar room.

"The spa? What, am I getting a manicure as well?"

Rose dragged me into the room, passing by the dozen or so swiveling chairs.

"If you want to, I won't stop you. Though that will be on the wind spirits to do. Our business is back here."

She hauled me towards the back of the room. Before us, a large jacuzzi nestled in the ground. Nearby, a room with a heavy amount of steam coming from under the door waited.

"What's that?"

She turned. "Oh, that's the sauna. Would you like to go in there instead? I already planned some stuff out…"

I returned her worried look with a crooked smile. "Nah. Just curious. What did you have planned?"

"Well, first we need to fill the tub with warm water. Perhaps you could disrobe as I prepare?"

Okay, I see where this is going.

"Sure. Should I go find another room or…?"

She giggled, turning on the jets of the tub. "That isn't necessary, Master."

Taking her at her word, I began to undress. As much as I tried to ignore it, I couldn't help but notice her growing eyes and deepening blush as my clothes came off.

"Like what you see?"

She jumped back, her blush approaching the darkness of her hair.

"Oh! Um… yes… very much…"

This was becoming much more normal. It seems ironic how I managed to adjust in only a matter of days.

With the last of my clothes resting on a swiveling chair, I waited as the water filled the tub. Rose seemed to struggle, taking extra care not to look in my direction as she collected a few bottles. Her task was finished in mere moments, and she began pouring some bath salts into the choppy water.

"The water is ready for you, Master."

I stepped into the bath, taking note that her choice of warmth was damn near perfect. I prefer hotter water than this, but I was sure things would heat up in… other ways soon enough. Leaning against the edge of the tub, I let out a relaxed sigh.

"Sure you don't want to join? This bath is lovely."

She turned her head away, finding a great interest in the wall.

"Umm, maybe later. There are still some things I want to do first."

Rose's next action left me perplexed. She stood over the edge of the tub and began combing her fingers through her curly hair. With each pass, she pulled out several rose petals and tossed them into the water. That action drew a concerned glance from me. After all, she may as well have tossed dandruff flakes into the water. Very big and fragrant dandruff flakes.

Satisfied with the now rose filled bath, the dryad stepped behind me, leaving my field of view. Curiosity rampaged through my head as I wondered what she planned next.

My answer came in the form of a very cool liquid pouring over my head. Scented oils that smelled of jasmine and honeysuckle ran down my shoulders and dripped into the water. Letting out an appreciative breath of air, I leaned further against the rim of the bath.

With the finishing of the oil drip, Rose's delicate hands caressed my locks and lathered the thick liquid deeper into my scalp. My head swayed with her motions, following her every touch.

The jets of water sprayed into my lower back, relaxing every muscle they touched. The aroma of rose, honeysuckle, and jasmine permeated the room, granting a pleasing scent with every breath.

Rose's hands shifted to my shoulders, kneading the wound up muscles. Her dainty hands remained firm against my skin. Every digit tenderized the meat of my joints, relieving knots that were unknown to me beforehand. Her touch was cool and soothing, yet left a pleasant burn whenever she pulled away.

After working her magic on my shoulders, Rose turned her attention to my neck. Her graceful fingers pulled and pressed against the soft tissues, drawing out a well earned groan for her efforts.

"Gods," I said, throwing back my head, "You're incredible."

From the angle I was at, she towered above me, despite sitting behind me. A bashful smile adorned her lips as she continued servicing my neck.

I closed my eyes, relishing the sensation of her working the front of my throat, making her way to my chest in a discrete, albeit flirtatious, manner. This drew a playful thought to mind.

"Rose, I have to return the favor for this. How'd you like a massage?"

My eyes opened to see her darkened green blush. A slight falter in her hands made it evident that I was getting to her.

"That isn't necessary, Master. I'm just happy to please you."

Perfect!

"Then let me return the favor and make myself happy pleasing you."

"Master, that isn't- eep!"

She squealed out as I brought my hands to her thighs and hoisted her forward, bringing her hips to a rest sitting reverse cowgirl on my face. As expected, her chiton dissolved the moment it came into contact with the water. This left me with a very pleasant view of her verdant vulva resting above my face.

"How about we make this beneficial to both of us?"

Her weight shifted above me, signalling her uncertainty.

"Master, are you sure? Though the idea is intoxicating, it would be selfish of me to indulge in such pleasures."

My response didn't come in the form of words. Rather, I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her rosy snatch into my mouth.

She yelped in surprise as my tongue embraced her slit, but made her efforts to continue the massage. Her hands pressed against my abdomen, digging her fingers into my flesh while also holding her steady as she felt the fury of my oral onslaught.

"Mas… ter… It feels too good…"

Oh, my dear little Rose, this is just the beginning.

I nuzzled her crevice with my nose, taking in the flowery odor of her arousal. As I did, my tongue worked its way towards her clit, taking clear advantage of our position.

The shivers that resulted from this were felt all the way through her fingertips as she tried to keep up with the massage. Her composure was all but lost as my mouth did wonders to her nether regions.

Rose let out a strangled whimper. "Gah, I can't take this anymore."

Rose let herself drop forward until she was laying against my torso. With her face mere inches away from the water, her hands plunged beneath the surface and took hold of a very hard length of flesh.

I groaned into her quivering labia, resulting in a high pitched squeak from the nymph. The sensation of her hand was phenomenal. A soft grip pumped along my throbbing erection with a soft rhythm, twisting along as it went. Unable to contain my composure, my hips bucked in response to her touch. To thank her, I pressed my nose deeper into her crotch.

My arms readjusted, gripping her by the waist and smashing her body against mine. Her cool skin once again refreshed every inch of me that it touched, but left a mild burn whenever the contact was broken.

The balmy sensations only spurred me on to feast in her folds all the more. Her taste was unique in comparison to my previous partners. A bitter juice with sweet undertones burned my tongue with every ounce that flowed from her.

She made no effort to conceal her moans as I enjoyed my meal, nor did she hold back the erratic humping motions on my face. Though she never once let up on jerking my length, the bucking of my hips never made it an easy task.

"Master," she cried, "I want you in my mouth! Please, I want you deep in my mouth, but I can't breathe underwater."

Without even taking my tongue away from her throbbing clit, I willed the water to recede from us. This gave way to the bulging toy that she came to love.

Without any hesitation, her head dropped onto my erection. Her skilled hands fondled my churning balls, taking extra care to drag her nails along the delicate skin.

My hips bucked at the sensation, driving the length of flesh further into her steamy mouth. A groan left my throat as I continued indulging in her bittersweet core. My tongue lapped up any juices it could, savoring every drop that she produced. I dragged my jaw along her pelvis with soft pressure, scraping my teeth against her clit as I did.

She screamed into my turgid organ as I did, forcing herself into a strangled deepthroat. Her head attempted to pull back, but the angle made it impossible. She gagged and choked, fondling my balls with one hand while making a desperate attempt to yank her head away from the intrusive muscle. After her failed attempt, she accepted her place and relaxed her throat, allowing the last portion of flesh to enter her mouth. Her esophagus bulged as the shaft pressed deeper. Even with her unsavory position, she continued trying to suck to her best abilities.

With my erection buried down her throat, I ate her out with a renewed vigor. In my incoherent haze of thoughts, I pushed on in a desperate attempt to make her climax. My lips formed an airtight seal around her clit, and I sucked with all my might as my nose was still buried in her sopping folds.

My work was rewarded with a muffled scream. Wild convulsions ripped through Rose's body as her juices sprayed onto my face, burning my nose with the fragrant scent.

The dryad thrashed, struggling with all her might to pull off of the organ that choked her. I acquiesced her unspoken request and hauled her upwards, dislodging my pulsing member from her mouth. She panted and coughed, revelling in the ability to breath again.

"Master," she panted, "May I… ride you… please?"

I twisted her around, switching her position so that she straddled my waist. After an eternity of strain, I released the water, allowing it to refill the now dry space of the tub. I pressed my forehead against Rose's, gazing deep into her jaded eyes.

"Are you sure you're up for it?"

She gave her best attempt to nod, but settled for action instead. Without any further words, she reached down and centered herself above my erection. Several whimpers and cries echoed through the room as she lowered herself, taking the full mast inch by inch until our hips rested together. After what may have been minutes or hours of me drawing out her torture, she relished the sensation of being filled in the most lustrous of ways.

Some time passed before she was ready to continue. She rolled her hips with steady motions, ensuring that I stayed buried deep inside of her. Small whimpers and moans escaped her lips as she rode me, far quieter than her vocal performance only minutes prior. Her warm crevice welcomed me, squeezing around my length. The slick hug of her insides elicited a hearty groan as my erect penis throbbed inside of her.

Picking up the pace, she began bouncing on me while rolling her hips. Her hands formed a clasp around the back of my neck as our bodies slapped together, splashing the rose water from the tub. Before long, the sloshing of the water was accompanied by our mutual moans.

The orchestra of our sex carried on for a good long while. Every bounce was met with a thrust. Every whimper was met with a loving kiss. Our voices cried out, hers from the fullness in her cervix, mine from the slippery vice of her canal's embrace.

When our song of lust could be uttered no more, we both rested our heads in the shoulder of the other. Our panting became our music as she continued humping her phallic toy.

With no energy left for any further activities, I pressed my hands to her breasts and gave them a tender squeeze. Playfully dancing my fingers to their last tango, I pinched at her fleshy nubs as I kissed her neck.

Rose's bouncing turned to an erratic ride as pleasure flared from her chest and core. All technique was lost as she approached her finish. Her quivering folds matched the trembling of her legs. With her fingers digging into my back, she rode out her climax after the sensations became to much to bear.

"MASTERRR!"

Her vaginal muscles clamped down as her bittersweet love juices mixed with the bath water. Small tremors pulsed through her as she cried out into my shoulder.

For a few moments, we sat there, still and panting. Only our labored breaths and the ripples of the water were heard. Our green eyes collided for a few moments, followed by a brief and tender collision of our lips.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and rested against my shoulder, coming down from her euphoria. As I stroked her hair, a few wet drips gave me the indication that she was crying.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

A sniffle later. "You never finished. I was greedy about the pleasure."

I pulled back and looked into her teary eyes. Wiping away the droplets on her cheeks and lips, I gave her a warm smile.

"Don't think for a second that I didn't enjoy myself. I'd all but forgotten what you nymphs can do."

A light blush dusted her cheeks, but her smile returned.

"Did you enjoy the massage?"

"Almost as much as I enjoy your company." I gave her a small peck on the forehead.

Readjusting myself so we were more comfortable, I couldn't help but relish in the warmth of the bath.

I sighed. "As much as I would love to stay here, I think it's about dinner time."