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The touch of his hand on her back, the pressure of it as it drew her harder against him...it was a simple action, certainly, but it struck the elven woman deeply. What she had felt in their shared dream - it was nothing compared to the fire that was set within her soul at this moment.
Gods, was this what she had been told of for so long? It seemed unbelievable to her that anyone could survive without it, once attained. Her attraction to Nathaniel was quite literally fatal; she'd die for him, without question. She feared the grief of his loss - whether it be in the years to come, through a noble marriage, or an entire human lifespan away, or to a tragic early death - whatever scenario it was that would steal him away, it was immediately pressing. For the first time she felt the ticking of the clock...and each movement of the hand was excruciating.
The floodgates had been opened and there was nothing in the world that could stop Setharia from drowning in her passions. Every second mattered.
His hand slipped beneath the leather material of her armor, sliding down to cup one of her firm ass cheeks. She instinctively pressed herself harder against him as his fingers grasped and pulled at her rear.
At length she broke their kiss and drew back her face. She stared into his eyes with a sweet smile upon her lips. It was impossible to not see the child he once was; but now the memories were simply a reflection of the man he had become, not something she defined him upon. There was no resisting the way that she felt for him, not anymore, and she wasn't even going to make herself feel guilty about it.
It was an entirely new form of magic.
Setharia suddenly recalled the last words she had heard in her dream. Until next time. Nathaniel had willed their encounter to end, right as they were about to... Oh.
There was no other thought but to explore the height of pleasures they could achieve in reality. Her hands found the bottom hem of his shirt, her fingers caressing upwards and exploring his defined stomach as she sought to remove the article of clothing. It wasn't but a moment before the garment was pulled away from him entirely and cast aside.
She studied his naked chest with a mischievous grin. "So we meet again."
Gods, was this what she had been told of for so long? It seemed unbelievable to her that anyone could survive without it, once attained. Her attraction to Nathaniel was quite literally fatal; she'd die for him, without question. She feared the grief of his loss - whether it be in the years to come, through a noble marriage, or an entire human lifespan away, or to a tragic early death - whatever scenario it was that would steal him away, it was immediately pressing. For the first time she felt the ticking of the clock...and each movement of the hand was excruciating.
The floodgates had been opened and there was nothing in the world that could stop Setharia from drowning in her passions. Every second mattered.
His hand slipped beneath the leather material of her armor, sliding down to cup one of her firm ass cheeks. She instinctively pressed herself harder against him as his fingers grasped and pulled at her rear.
At length she broke their kiss and drew back her face. She stared into his eyes with a sweet smile upon her lips. It was impossible to not see the child he once was; but now the memories were simply a reflection of the man he had become, not something she defined him upon. There was no resisting the way that she felt for him, not anymore, and she wasn't even going to make herself feel guilty about it.
It was an entirely new form of magic.
Setharia suddenly recalled the last words she had heard in her dream. Until next time. Nathaniel had willed their encounter to end, right as they were about to... Oh.
There was no other thought but to explore the height of pleasures they could achieve in reality. Her hands found the bottom hem of his shirt, her fingers caressing upwards and exploring his defined stomach as she sought to remove the article of clothing. It wasn't but a moment before the garment was pulled away from him entirely and cast aside.
She studied his naked chest with a mischievous grin. "So we meet again."