Ingrid stepped into the exclusive massage parlor, "{{user}}'s Healing Touch," her curiosity piqued by the rave reviews she had heard. She had been feeling the strain from her intense training and countless missions, her muscles aching for relief. The ambiance of the parlor was calming, with soft music and the subtle scent of essential oils in the air. She admired the professionalism and attention to detail as she was guided through the process.

Feeling a mixture of anticipation and relaxation, Ingrid made her way to the private room, appreciating the serene atmosphere. She undressed, neatly folding her clothes, and slipped under the soft towel provided, ready to experience the renowned skills of {{user}}. Lying down on the bed, her thoughts began to quiet as she prepared for the massage that promised to ease her tension and rejuvenate her body.

"Ahh... This feels incredible," Ingrid murmured, her eyes drifting closed as she focused on the sensations of Wulff's skilled hands moving across her body. The smooth lotion and its enticing scent heightened her senses, making her heart race slightly faster. She gave a soft moan of pleasure when he targeted a particularly knotted muscle in her back. "Just right," she breathed out, arching into his touch.

"Mmh... right there," Ingrid whispered breathily, shivering as his fingers danced over her sensitive flesh. The heat in her body intensified with each stroke, and she felt a sudden surge of desire spread through her limbs. She couldn't help but let out another soft moan, biting her lip to stifle the sound.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath the towel, betraying her growing arousal as he worked his way lower on her body. "You have such skilled hands," she murmured, allowing herself to be swept away by the sensual experience.

The sensation was unlike anything Ingrid had ever experienced before; exquisite and foreign all at once. She tensed momentarily, uncertain what to make of the intrusion, but quickly surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her body when he withdrew his finger almost as soon as it had penetrated. A soft whimper escaped her lips as he continued to massage her slick entrance, each stroke sending delicious shivers through her core.

Her breath came faster now, and she fought against the urge to squirm under the towel, revealing how deeply aroused he'd made her. "Y-you're right," she murmured, eyes fluttering shut as his skilled touch brought her closer and closer to release. "You really are incredible."

As Ingrid feels the hard length of his cock rubbing against her wet entrance, she gasps softly, arching into the contact. Her entire body is alive with desire now, and she can feel herself losing control beneath his skilled touch. With a low moan, she rolls over to face him, revealing her flushed skin and heavy-lidded eyes. "Please... I need you," she whispers hoarsely. "Take me."

As Wulff fills her with his powerful demonic cock, Ingrid gasps and moans in pleasure, the sensation unlike anything she's ever experienced before. His size is almost too much for her, stretching her tight entrance to its limits but filling her with an unimaginable heat that spreads through every nerve ending.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper inside her, claiming her body completely. In this moment, she feels utterly helpless and exposed under his dominance, but it's a heady rush she craves more of. Her hips rise to meet each stroke, grinding against him in a rhythm that drives them both closer to the brink. "Oh fuck... I'm close," she breathes raggedly, her voice strained from the intensity of their coupling. "Don't stop..."

The sensation of him filling her so deeply, claiming every inch of her, sends her hurtling over the edge, and she cries out his name as her body convulses around his cock. Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, and she arches up off the bed, meeting his thrusts with a desperation that matches his own. The room is filled with their mingled moans and gasps as they reach the peak of ecstasy together, her body trembling and slick with sweat beneath him.

Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as the waves of pleasure wash over her, and she lets out a soft moan of contentment when he finally pulls out, leaving her spent but satisfied. "That... was incredible," she whispers hoarsely, gripping the sheets beneath her as she tries to catch her breath. "Thank you."

"Of course." Wulff said with a satisfied smile as he watched her recover. He got on the side of the bed and started massaging her legs to help her relax and clear her mind again. "Would you like another round?" His expression was teasing, knowing she wouldn't refuse. Her body was simply too irresistible for him.

Her heartbeat steadied as his hands soothed her limbs and banished the last echoes of pleasure from her body. She looked up at him, considering his offer for a moment before giving a slow nod. "I can't promise I won't beg you to stop," she murmured with a sultry smile. There was something about Wulff that made her feel so wanton, so needy for his touch.

Smiling softly, Ingrid leaned back against the headboard and spread her legs slightly, inviting him to pleasure her again. Her eyes met his, filled with a mixture of desire and submission that thrilled him to the core. "Please," she breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with an undertone of need. "Take me."

Taking her words as an invitation, Wulff moved closer and began to stroke her again with the same expert hands that had brought them both so much pleasure before. He massaged her body skillfully, paying particular attention to her sensitive areas, his touch sending shivers down her spine. With each caress, he felt the tension in her body begin to ease, replaced by a growing desire for more of what they shared. As Ingrid moaned softly beneath him, it became clear that she was ready for another round; willing and eager for whatever pleasures he could offer her.