gentleman, is she rly your wife if you don't kill her once?

So responsive he was! Was this because of this body? Enhanced by her absence? It was very curious and she would’ve indulged in experimenting further with touches and caresses had he not simply lifted her up into his arms. Mythal let out a breathy sound, a placed gently into a sort of swing made of magic next to him.

Her smile was radiant as his forehead rested against hers for a moment. Then, he commanded her to stay! Her! Such audacity! A laugh came because of it and she did, a coy little smile on her lips as he watched her while opening one of the paints and choosing a brush.

Thirty.

Oh very well.

Another quiet laugh, but she did as he said. He started at the soles of her feet, her ankles, as she began counting. The strokes were teasing, featherlight, and it was a marvel to discover that along some places, the brush against her skin made her body twitch involuntarily. The closer she got to thirty, the closer he came to directly touching her. Swirls around her breasts, lines and waves along her inner thighs, pausing every now and again as he redipped the paint brush.

Thirty.

Feredir… she gasped as he touched her, a single stroke along where she ached. Then, another breathless sound, accompanied by a laugh. Oh. It seems I wasn’t able to keep quiet. But if she could not, she had every intention of seeing to it that he didn’t as well. Reaching out, she grabbed a shoulder and yanked him to her, her mouth going to cover his.