Chapter 264. Going To Get That Massage From The Priestess! (And She Acts Weird)**

Amelia lay on the bed, her mind racing with thoughts that had been bothering her a lot lately. She knew that her body was in its fertile window, a time when new life could be created.

Still, she was alone in their marital bed again. Her husband was always busy going out and leaving her alone. And now he was probably busy with his priestly duties until the early hours of tomorrow’s morning, as he usually was.

She let out a sigh as she looked up at the ceiling. "I hate this phase when I’m ovulating..."

"And what frustrates me the most is that we’re not permitted to have another child because the Goddess of Life instructs us, priestesses, to only bear one child to help us resist our desires."

"However, when a woman is ovulating, she often finds it difficult to resist her urges..."

"When I tried to ask my husband to do it, even without wanting to get pregnant, he always dodges it by saying that the goddess will curse us..."

"Ugh... over time I started to hate the situation."

The dim moonlight made the intricate designs carved into the plaster look like they were in shadow. She had hoped that tonight would be different, that her husband would understand how much she needed and wanted to be close to him.

But as time went on and the house stayed quiet except for the sound of rain hitting the windows, she knew he wouldn’t be coming.

"I’m sorry, Goddess... I’ve sinned..."

"This is only a one-time occurrence to help reduce my ovulating phase slightly."

Amelia’s hand moved down to her stomach, and a sad smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. She thought about the life that could be growing inside her, the tiny spark of a new person who was the result of her and her husband’s love.

"I really wanted to give Apollo a sibling so he won’t stay sad like that..."

But the thought didn’t last long; it was soon replaced by a feeling of longing and disappointment.

Would he even notice if she got pregnant?

Would he take time off from work to be there for the miracle of new life?

Amelia’s fingers started to trace patterns on her bare skin as she lay on the bed, lost in thought. Her robe fell open a little as she moved.

"I’d be having sex with my husband right now... if he hadn’t come..."

She shut her eyes and let her imagination run wild, imagining strong hands that weren’t her husband’s but rather a touch she was used to. A touch that set her skin on fire and made her body ache in a different way.

"Oh no... my imagination... I can’t stop it..."

"I can’t do that... it’s even worse... and there’s somebody else in this house..."

As she got lost in the fantasy, her breath quickened. Her hands moved freely over her curves, caressing the soft rise of her breasts and moving down to the tops of her thighs.

"Ahhnnn... goddess... I hate this body..."

She bit her lower lip to keep from moaning, and her hips arched up a little to meet her own touch. In her mind, it wasn’t her husband’s hands on her body; it was someone else’s hands, bigger, more demanding, and hungry for her.

"I’m so wet right now..."

"What’s wrong with me...?"

The rain outside the window was a distant soundtrack to Amelia’s secret pleasure as she kept touching herself. She knew it was wrong, but the pain between her legs was too strong to ignore.

"Ahhnn... ohhhh..." She needed this moment of pleasure, this release.

Amelia let out a soft gasp as her fingers found their mark, and a wave of pleasure went through her body. Her body wanted to be touched and to feel good, and she was willing to do anything to fill that need, even if it was only for a short time.

She kept touching herself, and her breath came in short bursts as she got lost in the more fucked-up fantasy. She remembers about her talk with Rex where she noticed how huge his body was, especially his arms.

And so because of that, she imagines Rex’s strong, capable hands touching her. She pictured his fingers running along the curves of her breasts, his palms squeezing the soft flesh, and his mouth leaving hot kisses on her neck and collarbone.

"N-no... why?"

"My mind... is starting to make a fantasy that I shouldn’t think about..."

"Rex is... ahhn... my son’s savior... his best friend... maybe..."

Amelia’s hips bucked up to meet her own touch, and a soft moan came out of her mouth as she felt the first signs of pleasure building inside her. She knew it was wrong, but the fact that it was forbidden only made her more excited.

She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t help it. "Tomorrow... I promise that I will be repentant for my sins..."

"For now... this is... for the greater good."

She felt the first waves of her climax coming on, but then it was ruined when there was a loud knock at the door. Amelia stopped moving, and her heart raced as she stared at the door in shock.

Who could it be at this time of the night? She had never invited anyone over this late, and her husband had never been home this late.

She tightened the sash of her robe with shaking hands and stood up, her legs shaking as she walked to the door. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart as she reached for the door handle.

When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Rex standing there with a worried look on his handsome face.

’H-HE’S HERE!?’

’W-WHAT IS HE DOING...?!’

’N-no...! Focus, Amelia... just forget about that fantasy... it’s not real."

She asked, "Rex...? What’s wrong?" trying to keep her voice steady.

She knew she must have looked awful because her hair was messy, her cheeks were red, and her robe was barely tied. But seeing him and remembering about her fantasy where he touched her only made her legs hurt more.

"I can’t sleep," he said in a low, rough voice. "My muscles are suddenly sore."

He stopped and looked down at her robe before looking back up at her. "I was hoping you could help me with that."

"Oh... come in."

...

Rex was sitting in the middle of the bed with his back and shoulders bare. The moonlight coming in through the window made his skin look soft.

Amelia’s hands were warm as she started to work the tension out of his muscles. Her fingers dug into the knots and let go of the tightness that had been building up for the past few days.

"I-I got scared for a moment there... I thought someone other than you or Apollo was trying to barge in."

"Haha, I’m sorry I woke you up, but my shoulder... does feel so stiff that I couldn’t sleep at all."

"Don’t worry... I always do this type of massage to my husband when he comes home after a long day," Amelia said so she can forget about her fantasy.

Amelia tried to keep her mind on the simple act of giving a massage and not on the bad thoughts that had been going through her head just a few moments before. She knew it was wrong to touch herself and think about Rex in that way, but she couldn’t deny that her body still hurt and tingled.

’Oh my goddess... my mind... it’s getting dizzy...’

’It must be that he’s right in front of me... the man I fantasized about before, and I felt like a real sinner for doing that.’

’Ugh...’

’And... my body... especially the private parts... it’s..."

She tried to ignore the dampness between her legs and the way her robe had stuck to her skin after her secret indulgence as she rubbed Rex’s shoulders. She hoped Rex wouldn’t notice and would just think that her strange behavior was because she was a light sleeper and wanted to help.

’Oh goddess... why did you give me this trial...?’

Amelia’s fingers dug deeper into the muscle in Rex’s upper back, feeling how strong and firm it was under his skin.

"H-honestly... you really have a strong, firm body, Rex."

"Thank you. I worked out," Rex said.

"I noticed... this build is just so rare to see in Aethelgard, especially for the guards and knights."

Rex smirked and thought. "Fucking knew it... no woman shall resist my body that has been sculpted to perfection."

She was amazed at how his body reacted to her touch and how the tension seemed to fade away under her skilled hands. It was a skill she had worked on for years, a way to connect with people and give them a moment of peace and joy.

"Do you train like... every day?"

"Yeah, without a rest day... well... sleep probably counts as my rest day."

"And that’s the reason why you’re feeling like this, though... you should at least spare a day for your rest day so that your whole body can recover."

"Promise that you’ll take a day for your rest day." Amelia smiled at him. "It’s for your own body, and it would be a shame if you suddenly became weak."

"I promise."

While she worked, she couldn’t help but think about the fantasy that had taken over her mind just a few moments before. She could see Rex’s hands on her body in her mind’s eye.

His touch set off a fire in her that she had never felt before. She pictured him touching every curve and edge, his fingers making patterns on her skin until she was writhing with desire.

"Rex..."

"Hm?"

"N-nothing!"