Ilyin lay under the white blanket. It followed the curves of her body, outlining her luscious figure. On any other day, he’d dive hungrily under that blanket, but not today.
“How can I help you sleep?” he said softly. She patted the bed beside her, under the blanket, in response.
“Just stay with me,” she said. Easy enough for him to do – calming his lust would be the only challenge.
“Ilyin,” he whispered, more to soothe himself than anything. She tilted her head, curious.
“Is it too much?” she asked.
He couldn’t disappoint her. Willing his hunger to abate, he climbed into bed and under the blanket beside her. It was warm inside, which seemed hot to him. Ilyin pulled close and hugged him. Their hands were still tied by the red fabric – he lay them together on her chest.
“Is this ok?” he asked. She smiled quietly. His hand brushed her bre*st almost absently – he repositioned it, fearing it would be uncomfortable for her, but grazed her n*pple in passing.
“Oh,” she gasped.
That sweet sigh of hers. Aden met her eyes.
“Or do you need stimulation instead?” he asked. Before she could answer, he moved his hand again, pulling hers along with the red fabric. The back of her hand caressed her bre*st, fumbled over her n*pple. Her own hand but moved by Aden it felt like the touch of another, and she moaned.
Aden knew her body, all its tender places, its sensitive spots, He moved their joined hands again, roaming farther across her body. They went to her waist, across her abdomen, her pelvis. Ilyin began to writhe gently.
“Do you want me to help you sleep better?” he asked again teasingly. He didn’t know how much divine power she’d used. She might well be tired – and she was still wounded besides.
Aden felt the bandage on his hand. Ilyin hardly needed one now, thanks to the herbs that sped healing. But Ves still worried and recommended a bandage for a while longer. She was a person of the warm region after all – no one expected her to be as hardy as the people of Biflten.
Aden agreed. His bride was hurt, and likely spent from divine power. He closed his eyes. He wanted her, but perhaps that was best only in thoughts just now. He moved her hand back up to rest on her stomach, so she could fade into sleep.
Yet Ilyin’s hand didn’t rest, but kept moving gently, gliding back downward. Aden’s thoughts were foggy with hunger, and Ilyin now gently encouraged it with her subtle movements. It took very little encouragement.
Aden began to slide his hand downward. The red fabric that had tied their hands finally fell loose. Ilyin’s hand settled on his wrist, but Aden moved his hand out from under hers, sliding it gently between her legs.
“Ah!” she gasped. Her body writhed more forcefully this time. Aden pressed lightly on the mound of her womanhood. Her gasp was louder this time, a soft cry. Her hand found his wrist again, and gripped it tight, while his other hand gently gripped her free one.
He lay calmly beside her, looking almost peaceful. But underneath the blanket, his fingers danced a vigorous rhythm on her mound. Ilyin hid her face, now flushed red, beneath the blanket. Her whole body shook with spasms of pleasure.
“Would you like a better view?” he asked coyly. He moved his body slightly, lifting the blanket on his shoulder and letting light intrude beneath it. Ilyin could now see his hand moving furiously, sending waves of ecstasy through her. She gripped his wrists tightly. He chuckled and kissed her on the chin.
“If . . . you . . . want,” she said, forcing out the words with ragged breaths.
Aden shifted again, putting his knees between her legs. He moved his hand from her to grab a pillow and set it beneath her hips. Then he grabbed her hand again, kissed each finger in turn, then slid her index finger quickly into his mouth before guiding her hand down to her wet, quivering womanhood.
“Look closely, Ilyin,” he said, and Ilyin watched as he drew her hand down, shaped it so that only two fingers were raised. Then he set them on her mound, guiding her movement – slow, fast, slow again – leading Ilyin closer and closer to climax.
It was a stronger sensation than she’d expected. It felt like someone else’s hand – not hers, not Aden’s. It made the stimulation more intense, and her whole body shook.
Ilyin lay under the white blanket. It followed the curves of her body, outlining her luscious figure. On any other day, he’d dive hungrily under that blanket, but not today.
“How can I help you sleep?” he said softly. She patted the bed beside her, under the blanket, in response.
“Just stay with me,” she said. Easy enough for him to do – calming his lust would be the only challenge.
“Ilyin,” he whispered, more to soothe himself than anything. She tilted her head, curious.
“Is it too much?” she asked.
He couldn’t disappoint her. Willing his hunger to abate, he climbed into bed and under the blanket beside her. It was warm inside, which seemed hot to him. Ilyin pulled close and hugged him. Their hands were still tied by the red fabric – he lay them together on her chest.
“Is this ok?” he asked. She smiled quietly. His hand brushed her bre*st almost absently – he repositioned it, fearing it would be uncomfortable for her, but grazed her n*pple in passing.
“Oh,” she gasped.
That sweet sigh of hers. Aden met her eyes.
“Or do you need stimulation instead?” he asked. Before she could answer, he moved his hand again, pulling hers along with the red fabric. The back of her hand caressed her bre*st, fumbled over her n*pple. Her own hand but moved by Aden it felt like the touch of another, and she moaned.
Aden knew her body, all its tender places, its sensitive spots, He moved their joined hands again, roaming farther across her body. They went to her waist, across her abdomen, her pelvis. Ilyin began to writhe gently.
“Do you want me to help you sleep better?” he asked again teasingly. He didn’t know how much divine power she’d used. She might well be tired – and she was still wounded besides.
Aden felt the bandage on his hand. Ilyin hardly needed one now, thanks to the herbs that sped healing. But Ves still worried and recommended a bandage for a while longer. She was a person of the warm region after all – no one expected her to be as hardy as the people of Biflten.
Aden agreed. His bride was hurt, and likely spent from divine power. He closed his eyes. He wanted her, but perhaps that was best only in thoughts just now. He moved her hand back up to rest on her stomach, so she could fade into sleep.
Yet Ilyin’s hand didn’t rest, but kept moving gently, gliding back downward. Aden’s thoughts were foggy with hunger, and Ilyin now gently encouraged it with her subtle movements. It took very little encouragement.
Aden began to slide his hand downward. The red fabric that had tied their hands finally fell loose. Ilyin’s hand settled on his wrist, but Aden moved his hand out from under hers, sliding it gently between her legs.
“Ah!” she gasped. Her body writhed more forcefully this time. Aden pressed lightly on the mound of her womanhood. Her gasp was louder this time, a soft cry. Her hand found his wrist again, and gripped it tight, while his other hand gently gripped her free one.
He lay calmly beside her, looking almost peaceful. But underneath the blanket, his fingers danced a vigorous rhythm on her mound. Ilyin hid her face, now flushed red, beneath the blanket. Her whole body shook with spasms of pleasure.
“Would you like a better view?” he asked coyly. He moved his body slightly, lifting the blanket on his shoulder and letting light intrude beneath it. Ilyin could now see his hand moving furiously, sending waves of ecstasy through her. She gripped his wrists tightly. He chuckled and kissed her on the chin.
“If . . . you . . . want,” she said, forcing out the words with ragged breaths.
Aden shifted again, putting his knees between her legs. He moved his hand from her to grab a pillow and set it beneath her hips. Then he grabbed her hand again, kissed each finger in turn, then slid her index finger quickly into his mouth before guiding her hand down to her wet, quivering womanhood.
“Look closely, Ilyin,” he said, and Ilyin watched as he drew her hand down, shaped it so that only two fingers were raised. Then he set them on her mound, guiding her movement – slow, fast, slow again – leading Ilyin closer and closer to climax.
It was a stronger sensation than she’d expected. It felt like someone else’s hand – not hers, not Aden’s. It made the stimulation more intense, and her whole body shook.
