Chapter 950: Start
He didn’t hear her footsteps, only felt the warmth of her slender, feminine form press behind him. She rose up onto the tips of her toes, her lithe legs stretching as her arms reached around to cover his eyes with two soft, broad green leaves. Smooth, cool, fragrant... undeniably fresh-plucked from whatever garden the girls had raided for the event.
"Fair, unfair, punishment or praise, good elf lover, bad elf lover..." she whispered against the curve of his neck, "Let’s just leave all of it behind for today..."
And then she kissed him.
A single, drawn-out smooch planted gently on the nape of his neck, sweet and sensual, enough to make even a man like him shudder.
Now that their playful man was fully blindfolded by her leafy hands, Seraphiel sent the message. <You can come now.>
Excitement swelled in the air.
The soft click of heels, the pad of barefoot steps, the faint jingle of anklets and bells. Feminine laughter trickled in the breeze. The courtyard, just moments ago quiet under twilight’s hush, bloomed into something radiant and full.
A symphony of scent greeted his senses next: floral perfumes, spiced oils, the warm musk of clean skin. Each fragrance was unique, yet all so familiar. Comforting. Teasing.
Giggles and whispers followed, light and breathy.
"You really blindfolded him?"
"Hah! Of course I did."