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“Giving you a massage,” he says. I hear him rub his hands together for a few seconds. When he rubs his hands up my back, he presses his thumbs into my back to rub alongside my spine. I groan as my muscles relax further. “Talk to me.”

“Now?” I groan again.

“Yes,” he chuckles. “Use my touch as a way to distract you from letting it drag you too far down.”

“I just… I know what he’s doing to her. I know how cruel he is; how obsessive he is.”

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asks as he digs into my muscles.

“It’s like he’s on top of me again,” I whisper. “When I close my eyes, all I can picture is Zypher raping me.”

“What can I do?” he asks simply. The longer he is on top of me, massaging me from my shoulders to my thighs, the more the lustful thoughts seep into my mind. “Leli.”

“You’re making it hard to focus,” I whine.

“What can I do to help you, Leli?” he asks again.

“This,” I groan again. “More of this.”

“What is this?” he asks with a chuckle. Vash is either dense, or he knows he is arousing me and is now intentionally trying to make me squirm.

“You’re fucking with me,” I say.

“No. I am giving you a massage,” he says.

“This feels so good,” I say. He presses into my lower back, and I moan softly.

“What’s on your mind?” Vash asks.

“You,” I admit with a whimper when he kneads my ass. “Fuck.”

“What is it, baby?” he asks innocently. “Talk to me.”

“What are you doing to me?” I ask, almost panting and he rubs my body down. He will get right to my most sensitive areas, then move away. He is teasing me, but my body is still well on its way to peaking a climax.

“I’m helping you relax,” he says.

“You’re on the edge of making me come. Knock it off unless you intend to fuck me,” I say bluntly.

“Is that what you want?” he asks.

“I want my sister back,” I say tearfully.

“That’s not what I asked, baby,” he says as he pushes two fingers into my already wet pussy. I whimper as he starts to slowly fuck me. “I know you want her back, but you can’t neglect yourself.”

“Mmmm,” I whine.

“Are you listening?” he asks.

“Yes,” I choke out. “I feel guilty for living my life while she is stuck with him.

“Lilith wouldn’t want you neglecting yourself or using her kidnapping as an excuse to hide from your trauma.”

“I’m not hiding… Oh Gods,” I moan loudly when he twists his fingers in such a way that pleasure shoots through me.

“Don’t lie to me,” Vash says simply.

“Fine. Okay. She would get upset at me,” I choke out.