"Your hands are so warm..."
The luminescent blue of the glowing mushrooms bathed the grass, revealing a scar on Kael’s shoulder. Lirael looked up, her long silver hair cascading down her back; her violet eyes sparkled with a gratitude that seemed to exceed her duties as a healer.
"It doesn't hurt... it's just the warmth of your fingers."
The warrior looked down, feeling the heat of her touch against his armor. Lirael, determined, began to unfasten her own leather gloves, revealing soft skin bathed in the forest's magical glow.
"Kael..."
The kiss broke the tension of the forest. Kael pressed Lirael’s hand against his chest, feeling the frantic thud of a heartbeat beneath the metal, while her eyes fluttered shut under the influence of the magic.
"Let it all go... everything."
The healing magic gave way to urgency. Kael sheathed his sword, then peeled off his breastplate, exposing his muscles to the cool air, while Lirael let her cloak slip to the ground, revealing her torso.
"Aaaaah!"
The moon, witness to their union. Lirael surrendered to passion, her legs wrapping around Kael’s waist as he took her forcefully among the stone remnants of ancient ruins.
"By the gods!"
A cry of pleasure tore through the forest, shattering the silence. The kneeling elf, her face etched with pleasure, gazed up at the sky as her body arched beneath the heat of their union.