It had been a long, drawn out day for Nanarie. She was tired, having hunted all over the plains. Her party had already broken up and headed for home and she was a long way from hers. Nanarie decided to rest beside the waters' edge before returning. She laid her new staff, a gift from Malicon, beside her as she sat, the water lapping at her boots. It looked inviting.
She removed her form fitting boots and slid her feet into the chilling waters. She laid her head back with a soft sigh, enjoying the easing comforts it brought to her aching feet. The thought of laying her robe next to the staff and immersing herself was very tempting, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She felt the waters part around her flesh and quickly looked down at the water. With a gasp realized there was someone under it!
Malicon's head appeared between her naked feet with a grin. The look of surprise on her face was quickly replaced with a smile.
"I thought you were going home," she said.
"I was."
The ranger's look of mischief was hard not to notice. His torso emerged from the waters surface, the sun gleaming on his chest. Nanarie's breath quickened slightly. He was naked! Moreover, he was magnificent! She should've torn her eyes away, but she couldn't.
"Join me." Malicon raised his arms out to help her into the water.
"No, I don't think so." She wished she hadn't said it, but fear would keep her from her desire, and out of trouble.
"I don't want to ruin my new robe." She needed a quick explanation. He laughed at her, a rumble that came from deep in his chest.
"Then take it off." A simple statement, but it held a hidden meaning, sparkling in his eyes. Thoughts churned in her head, she wanted to join him so badly, after all isn't this what she desired, what she wanted? It did look inviting, and he had always been her protector. She felt safe with Mal, knowing no harm would come to her with him around, Malicon ran his hands up each of her feet, grasping a hold of her calves. His hands felt strong and rough against her delicate flesh, hidden beneath the edge of her glorious red robe.
"Don't make me do it," he growled at her. He wouldn't, would he? Her mouth opened in mock horror that he would pull her in and get her robe all wet.
"Alright, alright." She put her hands up in defense. "Just don't pull me in!" Malicon didn't know what he was in for now.
With a true dark elf grin, she stood from her resting spot. She turned her back to him and slowly ran her hand down her shoulder, catching the sleeve of her robe with her fingers. She was going to make Malicon pay for his teasing with a little teasing of her own. She slowly slid her arm from its confines and turned to the other. With both her arms released, the top fell to her waist, exposing her soft, supple flesh beneath.
As she came into full view, she could feel Mal's eyes burning into her back. The desire grew inside her, sensing that his thoughts matched hers. She played with the one button that held her skirt on; it gave, the cloth fell into a heap at her feet. She heard a sharp breath behind her. Apparently, he liked the view. An evil grin spread her face as she stood there in her naked glory, her smooth, dark skin warmed by the sunlight. She reached up and released her red hair from its ribbon; it tumbled down her back like silk. She tossed a look over her shoulder at him, lust flared in her eyes as they met his. As she turned to face him, she could see him drinking her in. Her breasts lay heavy and firm against her chest, stomach taut from years of hunting, and her mound freshly shaven, legs dainty and soft.
With a wanton gaze, he reached a hand out to her. She placed her hand in his as he led her from the shore. Her body seemed to move with one fluid motion, hips swaying as she stepped into the chilling waters.
