For Rolliander, this was the realization of an old dream. The elderly dwarf's hands were tight around his arm, the grey-bearded man relying on him for support along the precarious journey down into the pool of water beneath him. A thin veil of steam was rising from the bath, obscuring Rolliander's vision of his elder priest's plump, sagged figure; obscured it enough to frustrate him as flustered sweat ran down into his eyes.
The nude old priest felt the warmth of the water swelling up about his centuries old frame, relaxing against the smooth, curved seat beneath him with a sigh of absolute relief. It had been a trying day, and a bath with his acolyte's attentions could be just what he needed. With his wise blue eyes closed for the moment, bearded head cast back to project his soothed smile toward the ceiling, he spoke. "Rolliander, boy. Come down into the waters and see if you might settle my feet. They've been so very sore today."
Suddenly, the young halfling felt his cheeks aflame. Into the water? No, surely that wouldn't be appropriate, despite whatever desires he may have felt toward the elderly dwarf. Rather, he continued to kneel behind the aged priest, his deft little hands working at smoothing down the tensed muscle beneath the dwarf's layer of fat. "Master Graniteshaper, I haven't any clothes beneath my robe," he uttered, half-way between an anxious gasp and a nervous chuckle.
"I'm quite aware, boy," was the dwarf's assertive reply. He reached up to place a hand over one of Rolliander's, and immediately the halfling felt the leather-like callouses scratching at his far more delicate skin, before the dwarf pushed his little hand away. His cheeks still flaming red, Rolliander climbed up to his fur-covered feet, agile fingers deftly working away at the rope fastening around his waist. Once that was discarded, he collected up the hem of his robe, tugging it up over his head to reveal his own lightly padded figure. Once Rolliander's sight was returned and his robe cast away, he saw the old dwarf's eyes running over his now completely exposed body. Oh, he blushed right down to his toes!
Rolliander was a fair sight for a halfling. He was particularly short, however, standing more than a handspan beneath his own already diminutive people. The fur coating his broad feet was a dark brown, just a shade away from black. His ankles and shins were rather wide as well, with a thin trail of hair running up only to stop just beneath his knee. The halfling's belly was on the rounded side, as so many of his folk's often were, leading up to a chest divided into two small lumps ended with delicate pink circles. Rolliander's features were far from unattractive, and framed with dark sideburns and wavy locks that ran down to his neck in length. However, the young halfling soon realized that the old dwarf was most interested in his crotch; the length of flesh found there surprisingly free of hair and hardening with Rolliander's embarrassment and excitement under his senior priest's appraisal, propped up further than the support of his rounded balls.
"Are you planning to stand on show all day, boy, or to join me in the bath? My feet aren't feeling any better for the display," the priest interrupted the looks they shared with his eventual prompting, his smile warm, earnest, and gently eager. Rolliander nodded, awkward in his own eagerness, and climbed down into the waters to rest on his knees before the aged dwarf. Surrounded in the warm, soothing water up to his shoulders, the halfling reached his tender little hands out to grasp his master's centuries-worn feet. He caressed them with slow, circular motions, his brown-eyed gaze set up over his senior's hair-covered dome belly, up to his blue eyes, his curiosity and confusion projected above his arousal in his look.
"Ah... Wondering why I'm acting oddly, are you, my student?" The dwarf inquired, the meaning of the look far from lost upon him. He stretched out his worn old toes in the halfling's hands, Rolliander nodding in response to his question but never ceasing in his dutiful rubbing. His shaft was burning beneath the warm waters, this slight contact with his master enough to drive him to sheer need -- but not away from his practiced patience. The old dwarf's smile appeared eternal, and he went on, "it's been many years since my partner died, as you know, boy. I may be old, but I am not without... needs and urges. Do you understand?"
"You want me to...?" Rolliander swallowed, his fingers digging into the tubby flesh of his master's feet. The old dwarf nodded, shifting about where he sat to pull his legs further apart, revealing the pole of a shaft buried amongst a forest of meticulously groomed hair to the young halfling, the sight blurred beneath the water but clear enough to cause his jaw to fall agape. Rolliander drew in a sudden gasp, the air seeming to catch in his throat, his cock throbbing at his thighs with a demanding need.
"It seems you're quite done with my feet there, boy, by your new interest. Come and see what you might do to sooth this other muscle of mine, mm?" The dwarf tugged his legs away from the dumbstuck halfling, setting them with his thighs apart. He reached a hand out toward his stunned student, which Rolliander thankfully had enough sense to know to take. With the halfling's senses returning, he shuffled nearer, coming to rest between the dwarf's spread thighs. Still, he stared up at his master, disbelieving despite his wanting.
