Continued !Warnings! All around! This part is Aldrakar's perception and coincidentally also my conclusion of the event. I don't think there is anything Vulgar in it but you know, It has a certain level of Corny-ness to it. Bewarned and thread lightly.
The act of Love
Sensations rushed through Aldrakar as he tasted, felt, smelled and foremost saw Lucini. The short journey to her chambers was like a wonderful mirage that made his senses keen like when in battle. He wanted it all now,. Feeling his groin harden as Lucini pulled him into her room and disentangled herself from him.
He licked his lips as he watched her for a short moment as she started to undo the lace of the bodice, his eyes sharp and he greedily took spied out the contours of her body. His hands moved swiftly to unbelt the straps that held his leather cuirass in place. A firm tug saw the leather release its grip on his torso and with a heave he pulled it over his head before he carelessly discarded it to the right. Unable to resist himself he looked at Lucini as her attire was shed like petals of a flower, each item of clothing allowing more of her figure to be seen. A rush of blood made his face redder and his throat dry so that he swallowed.
A trail, a short trail of armor saw Aldrakar in a loose linnen blouse that could almost be seen as a tunic in lenth. It outlined his muscular frame, that of a man still young. Even in the gloom of the bedchamber the linnen held its mild transparent quality. The neck a V cut and from it bulding shoulder muscles were exposed that entirely conspired with the cords of muscle in his neck to undo the blouse every time he turned his head.
Standing with only the cream white blouse revealed several short scars on his legs. one more pinkish than the rest. His arms were free from such markings save for a long white line that could hint at an old laceration on his left arm. With a simple gesture Aldrakar undid himself of the bothersome blouse and as it was pulled over his head and thrown away into a random corner his grinning or rather smiling face showed itself again among a shower of golden hairs as they found their rightfull place hanging down to his shoulders.
That night Aldrakar forgot the world. He was lost in his lover and the love he felt for her. The bed was soft and its pillows were supreme but they were rubbish compared to the softness of Lucini's body, her hips, her breasts and her hands. In the gloom he beheld her body as she arched, as she moved and as she clutched him. Often times he cradled her or supported her with his arms that bore a sunskissed color from campaigning on the Tomb Islands but hardly ever noticed the stark difference of their skin colors. Her's being pale and his being tan, like marble and bronze.
For all his warrior attire and propagated fighter and leadership ability Aldrakar was a gentle lover, he tried to be at least at first but rather was taken to become passionate often times. His young body chiseled by training and war, his chest sporting little hair as it would chaffe against the pressing armor and in their coils of lovemaking an onlooker could perhaps wonder at their age but such never once entered Aldrkar's mind. He submerged entirely into the act of love that he and Lucini were engaged in.
Come morning, warm and welcome rays of sunlight gently touched Aldrakar's cheeks. He groaned softly as his eyelids were teased by the sun. He lifted his hand to pull the blanket over his face. As he did so he awoke with a slight start. His fingers lifted from a most pristine and warm surface, a soft and yet hard nub rubbed against his fingers and then he realised his face was halfly burried in black hair, it smelled wonderful. Opening his eyes he beheld Lucini's smaller body nestled against him. He had his arm around her back with his hand resting on her chest. He couldn't help but grin at the thought and realisation. A content feeling washed over him and he sank back into his pillow and hid his face in the tangle that was her hair.
-Knock, knock knock!- ''Mistress? I have prepared your morning meal for you.. and a bit extra.'' Came a formal female voice that held a hint of glee at the end of the sentence. ''The door was locked so I resolved to leave it out here. Its warm food Mistress and I'll prepare your clothing now. I'll leave them in the Antechamber.'' The voice died away but in its place soft foodsteps could be heard, a closet door opening and the rustle of fabric.
With one eye open Aldrakar couldn't help but share the glee he had percieved and let out a soft chuckle.
