Chapter 45: The city of despair - 4
SWIRRSH~
Vines sprang up between them in a fluid motion, coiling together to form a wall of twisting leaves and buds, thick enough to obscure sight but not sound, their crimson petals unfurling like a curtain drawn for privacy.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Nyxsha barked from the other side, her voice sharp, immediately followed by the sound of her claws scraping against the vines, trying to tear through.
"Don’t do weird things to him, plant-freak!"
"Why the secrecy?" Azareel asked softly, glancing toward the leafy partition, his brow furrowing slightly.
Sylvara leaned in close, her scent of sun-warmed sap and crushed berries enveloping him.
"Because sweetness... is best shared quietly," she whispered, her voice a caress, laced with an undercurrent of something deeper, vulnerable.
He tilted his head, still unsure, his hands resting gently on his lap as the firelight danced across his face.
Sylvara’s presence was intoxicating, her glowing skin veined with gold and green, her berry-stained lips curving in a tender smile.
She knelt in front of him, graceful, her movements fluid and slow.
The petals covering her chest shifted slightly, and with a flick of her fingers, they peeled away like shy curtains, revealing the soft, golden curves of her bare breasts, their surface shimmering faintly in the flame’s glow.
Azareel flushed instantly, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red, his stumps twitching slightly under the simple cloth on his back.