After a day of exploring the mountain and forests surrounding their chateau, Mithrell Kendermore and Adamante Necronis, her black-robed guardian, made their way back to the cabin. He watched warily at the sounds of the forest as they traveled a hidden path. She giggled slightly at his paranoia, knowing she herself had spells of warding set up around both of them that would prevent any sort if interference by the local wildlife. As the cabin rose into view, she heard his voice murmur softly, then the windows filled with the warm glow of firelight. He opened the door and let her in, and a soft warmth poured over them both as he shut the door, warding the cold night air. She flopped into an overstuffed chair as he set about preparing their spiced cider. "Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" she said, giggling again. "I am not sure why wolves would choose to play with you, though I must admit you look good in tattered robes." She could sense his blush even though he was behind her and cowled.
"Fortunately for me, I know you well enough to include a spare cloak in my travel bag." He picked up the heavy black iron cauldron and set it over the flames, then turned to face her. "You are most certainly a devious lady, but you will never find me complaining."
She giggled and rose to standing. She kissed him once, hotly, on the lips before turning away to face the chair once more. "My shoulders are sore, Addy. Would you mind rubbing them for me?" She squared her shoulders, her back once again to him. She swore she could feel his breathing quicken and become more shallow even before the words escaped her lips. She smiled, a slight flush creeping over her chest as his hands encircled her. His fingers fumbled a moment on her intricate brooch, then she relaxed a little as her crimson furs fell away to the floor. She heard his soft moan as his eyes beheld her. The emerald green gown sparkling in the firelight, cut to accentuate her already perfect curves, the cut low in the back. She smiled a little wider as she felt his hands trembling on her shoulders, rubbing the muscles gently. She reclined against him, letting his hands take over.
He rubbed expertly there for long moments, the only sound in the room being the soft crackle of the fire. He moved a little lower, to begin massaging her collarbones, and she felt her body rising in response, her chest rising and falling with her quickening breath. She leaned further against him, and wiggled a little against his hips, making sure he knew she felt his hardening manhood. She looked up to him and whispered, a husky sound, sensual, able to madden his blood. "Lower." He did not waste any time, his fingers bravely sweeping down further to the curves of her breasts. She moaned softly as his fingers traversed the curves. She noticed after a while, and with a bit of frustration, that he was avoiding her rock-hard nipples. She looked up to him, about to speak, when she noticed a malicious glint in his eye. She leaned her head against his chest as his fingers cupped, squeezed, fondled, and worshipped her breasts, never touching her nipples.
His hand shifted for a moment, and she felt the straps of the dress slide off her shoulders, the silky material fell to the floor, and she sighed heavily as he slipped around to her front. Her breathing quickened as he looked into her eyes, then lowered his mouth to her nipple. She cried out as his lips roughly seized the nubbin, and he began attacking. His tongue lashed it, his lips pulled and twisted the pebble hardness. Then suddenly, she screamed in ecstasy as he bit down. She dimly felt his hands cup her rear in the haze she was in, and only noticed dimly that her magic had summoned forth a bed. She opened her eyes, noticing that her concentration was diverted at a crucial time in the casting of the spell, and the sheets blazed striped black and pink. She giggled slightly before moaning again, his attentions going to her other nipple. She gripped his head in her hands, smothering him against her chest, as he worked that breast with no less a fury.
When her nipples were so sensitive that even his breath sent shock waves through her system, he rose and spread her arms. He kissed her lips as he tied silk scarves to her arms, then snapped his fingers. The bindings instantly pulled taut, becoming one with the corner posts of the bed, and she smiled demurely as she tested them. "What do you plan on doing now, m'Lord?" she teased, arching her back to further divert his attention. He shook off the enchanting aura her lithe body instilled in him, and instead did the same to her ankles, binding them before pulling them tight and fastening them to the bottom posts. He stood and regarded her, nude, spread-eagled, her sex open, pouting, and dripping wet. Her nipples were hard and pink like pencil erasers, and her chest was heaving with her breath. She almost seemed to beg as he stripped then, his body gleaming in the firelight. She could see the outline of his hard cock, and she licked her lips at it's sight.
