Erystylle was amused, and even a little excited, by the daughterly way her young lover played at. Smiling, a rare genuine smile, she leaned into Kaelirra’s caress. “The others are nice, but as long as I have the last one, will be eternally happy.”
Pausing for a long moment, she eventually shrugged. “It is hard to reacclimatize to,” Erystylle admitted. “It is not that I dislike it, I was just used to more of a secure haven when I was within the swamp.”
Nodding, she stared down at Kaelirra with a lustful gaze. “Perhaps we can find a bit of privacy when he retires?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was a declaration of things to come.
Just about to claim Kaelirra’s lips, Erystylle felt the failure to connect acutely. Refusing to act like a teenager caught by her parent’s, Erystylle slowly moved off of Kaelirra and sat back on her pillow before looking to see who had knocked.