There it was. The perfect image fulfilled. That image of losing his virginity was complete. Raven was a beautiful woman, stunningly so. The personality, rotten but with certain spots of light. Her lips soft, the taste euphoric and her touch tingled down his spine as a pleasant shiver of delight. He wished that Tanroa would bless this moment for eternity as he felt the joy course through his veins. There was a reaction from her kiss, but he was still too spent for it to become more than an involuntary twitch. She broke their kiss and the squire looked displeased with the fact, but the coy smile on his lips did not convey that emotion. Hands slid down her sides to rest against her hips and thighs. Eyes naturally falling to her chest. Seeing the bare breasts hang ever so slightly. Another twitch.
Eyes moved up her body and back to her eyes. The gaze of Syna behind her, creating a corona of light around her head. The black hair a perfect contrast. An image forever burned into his retinas. The physical perfection straddling him. She spoke, breaking the trance he had been put in by her beauty. Broken the moment and they coy smile stiffened a bit. That ever teasing voice. But she was quickly forgiven as she lowered herself again. Wet bodies pressed together again for a brief moment as she graced his lips with another kiss. Before she used him to get up. Hands pressed against his chest and his smile turned soft watching her move away from him to her clothes. He did not want to see her go away. Wanted the two of them to cuddle by the riverside until darkness engulfed them. But that was not to be. He rolled over onto an elbow. A slight wince as his ankle complained once more. The sharp pain followed by a dull ache. The moment completely lost to him now, broken and shattered by the ankle that did not relent in its quest to make him know it was injured.
Markus took a sharp breath and grit his teeth together in anticipation of the coming pain. He continued the roll over onto his knees and stomach. Figuring he might as well use his physique to his advantage. Hands pressing into the soft ground and he did a simple press up. Right leg lifted the whole time. Then he pressed down with the right knee, small wince as he accidentally shook the leg. But now he could press the other foot into the ground and his powerful thigh pushed him up alone. He exhaled slowly as he stood, savouring the moment without pain as he looked to Raven. Watching as more of the skin he had just caressed and treasured was covered under the leather. The young squire limped over to his clothes. Already dreading the moment he would begin on the boots. So he saved that for later. The pants first. It felt like hot iron being poked into his ankle, but he got the pair on and a sigh of relief followed.
"So, did I live up to your naughty dreams, princess?" He teased as he put on the leather chest piece. Feeling the familiar weight on his shoulders and he was rather pleased and felt a little safer already. Guarded from the world. No doubt the spoiled princess was getting impatient with her fortunate bodyguard. He put on his boots. He grunted with pain. But he got the job done. His hands quickly patted over his belongings, making sure they were still attached to the backpack and would not fall off. He threw the backpack over his shoulder. Almost lost balance as he stood on one leg. He fished up his bastard sword. Looked at it for a moment and wondered if he could use it as a makeshift walking cane.
Although he felt the idea was good. It would also mean he could not sure Raven to assist him. Although he had already given him all she had to offer, he still wanted her. To have her close and feel her body against his. Another twitch. Markus motioned with his right hand for her to come over so he may use her for support as he walked. Until she came over and the two could get going, he would use a tree as his support. The squire yawned, feeling that he had not gotten a good night's sleep. He would rather have stayed on the lakeside and slept for a couple of bells. But duty called.
Eyes moved up her body and back to her eyes. The gaze of Syna behind her, creating a corona of light around her head. The black hair a perfect contrast. An image forever burned into his retinas. The physical perfection straddling him. She spoke, breaking the trance he had been put in by her beauty. Broken the moment and they coy smile stiffened a bit. That ever teasing voice. But she was quickly forgiven as she lowered herself again. Wet bodies pressed together again for a brief moment as she graced his lips with another kiss. Before she used him to get up. Hands pressed against his chest and his smile turned soft watching her move away from him to her clothes. He did not want to see her go away. Wanted the two of them to cuddle by the riverside until darkness engulfed them. But that was not to be. He rolled over onto an elbow. A slight wince as his ankle complained once more. The sharp pain followed by a dull ache. The moment completely lost to him now, broken and shattered by the ankle that did not relent in its quest to make him know it was injured.
Markus took a sharp breath and grit his teeth together in anticipation of the coming pain. He continued the roll over onto his knees and stomach. Figuring he might as well use his physique to his advantage. Hands pressing into the soft ground and he did a simple press up. Right leg lifted the whole time. Then he pressed down with the right knee, small wince as he accidentally shook the leg. But now he could press the other foot into the ground and his powerful thigh pushed him up alone. He exhaled slowly as he stood, savouring the moment without pain as he looked to Raven. Watching as more of the skin he had just caressed and treasured was covered under the leather. The young squire limped over to his clothes. Already dreading the moment he would begin on the boots. So he saved that for later. The pants first. It felt like hot iron being poked into his ankle, but he got the pair on and a sigh of relief followed.
"So, did I live up to your naughty dreams, princess?" He teased as he put on the leather chest piece. Feeling the familiar weight on his shoulders and he was rather pleased and felt a little safer already. Guarded from the world. No doubt the spoiled princess was getting impatient with her fortunate bodyguard. He put on his boots. He grunted with pain. But he got the job done. His hands quickly patted over his belongings, making sure they were still attached to the backpack and would not fall off. He threw the backpack over his shoulder. Almost lost balance as he stood on one leg. He fished up his bastard sword. Looked at it for a moment and wondered if he could use it as a makeshift walking cane.
Although he felt the idea was good. It would also mean he could not sure Raven to assist him. Although he had already given him all she had to offer, he still wanted her. To have her close and feel her body against his. Another twitch. Markus motioned with his right hand for her to come over so he may use her for support as he walked. Until she came over and the two could get going, he would use a tree as his support. The squire yawned, feeling that he had not gotten a good night's sleep. He would rather have stayed on the lakeside and slept for a couple of bells. But duty called.
