Wisp's Grove

A part of Indiel fluttered at the feel of his lips on her ear. She thought it was perhaps she was overly sensitive and in need, but that could not be wholly true. It was what ever magic made this being what he was. There had been a past lover, one who had done something similar and it did not feel the same. Her touch did not feel like her blood was boiling and her body made of tight glass, ready to shatter if he would only hit the right pitch.

She knew what he could take, it would make little difference to her one way or the next since she could not use it anyways. Not gone, but simply blocked. But could he, would he if given the chance.

His hands on her skin, pulling her body closer to him was not helping her decide. And she needed to, before she gave permissions to other things she would need or use.

Ghasping as her breasts made contact with his chest, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting him work his way along her neck. Her heart raced against her chest, cheeks flush from both embarrassment and her need. More warmth spread along her body, hitting places she forgot had feeling. Fingers grasped at him, holding herself up as her body quaked at the intensity she physically felt for the being that held her in his arms. Half turning her into goo.