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Estrei looked down at Devorad with gentle eyes, as her silky smooth hands caressed the side of the battlemage's face. "I came back because I am now healed. I just had to wait until you were. . .alone." That smug, sensual charm was noticeable in the final word. She smiled softly, and she leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth. She was ever slow, ever patient, savoring a touch that seemed almost long forgotten.

Estrei made a delighted purr, kissing him with every bit of immortal passion she possessed, and she finally allowed her body to press fully against his.

After a long while, of kissing each other's lips, faces, necks, and ears, Estrei pulled away, looking down at Devorad with those soft, sapphire eyes. "I have a feeling you don't care that you'll be exhausted tomorrow. . ." Her perfectly fiendish grin shown in the darkness, unseen, but easily sensed.

Estrei smiled as she rolled them over, pinning herself underneath her lover. This bed smelled of Devorad, and only Devorad, the blankets, pillows, his body. . . She was fully wrapped in his scent; encased by this man. And for once, she didn't mind at all. Her own scent, her own presence and dominance, seemed dwarfed by his own. Outside of this bed was, still, all Devorad's possession. His room, his home, his people. His nymph.

Estrei allowed Devorad's hips to nestle against her own, her legs on either side of him, as she smiled up at his grizzled face. She pulled him down for a kiss; a kiss she had not yet shared with him, as overwhelmingly passionate as it was, drawing both their breath and control away from their bodies.

Estrei could sense Devorad's absolute bliss for having her once again, and she smiled into the kiss. Being pinned and held by the horns, she was unable to draw away, so she slowed the kiss to a torturous pace. Her hands, like the finest ribbons of silk, slid down his sides, to his waist, where she began to pull down the hinderance of trousers.

Estrei met his gaze with a smile she couldn't control, as she giggled with absolute delight. She sat up to pull his trousers down as far as she could, biting the side of his neck as she did so. She wouldn't trade anything for this; for a night she knew would finally satisfy her. With an immortal lifespan like hers, she'd undoubtedly tried every kind of man, in all sorts of places. However, nothing could replicate her nights with Devorad. For whatever strange reason, she felt her chest flutter with all sorts of excitement from just the thought of him. . .

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Afrerwards, Estrei and Devorad lay tangled together underneath the heavy fur blanket, occasionally kissing and running their hands over each other's bodies. Estrei did her best to lull Devorad to sleep, as daylight was not much farther off, and she knew he needed some kind of rest. The nymph wouldn't mind take a short nap, herself, if Devorad would fall asleep first.

Estrei was soon to wiggle out of Devorad's arms after he fell asleep, finding her clothes discarded on the ground and pulling them on, layer after layer. She was left weaker than she was before, and for the first time, she truly experienced the cold nip against her skin. And she hated it. She had spent the majority of her immortal life in cold climates, comfortably going about barefoot and in the same attire for the intense heat. She never felt the cold penetrate her skin as it does now.

So she pulled on layer after layer of clothing, provided by her Fae and nymph companions; pants, her silk shift, a gray wool tunic, a fur shawl, wool socks, bearskin moccasins, a heavy cape, and her dark gray cloak, finally accompanied with a wolf pelt collar. Even a human could survive the coldest of climates with such an arsenal of handcrafted apparel; the craftmanship of each item was undoubtedly the finest a man would ever see.

Quin was awake for the majority of the night, laying on his side and watching the wall where an unfortunately large amount of noise came from. He regretted trying to guess Devorad's nights with the nymph, for now he could easily guess from what he had heard. He'd rather not think on it.

Estrei was standing a mere foot or two away from him, now fully dressed. Her sapphire eyes still shown in the darkness softly; twinkling stars that looked up at Devorad. "Go back to sleep, my Devorad. . . You need to get up soon." Estrei spoke softly and gently, her hands resting on his bare chest and pushing him to sit back down on his bed.

"I'm not leaving. . ." Estrei whispered, "I was just getting dressed, is all." She kissed him back softly, delicately. "I presume you're going to stay awake for the day, now?" What she didn't address was how the Requin would see her. How they would see Devorad, knowing what was between them. The morning events were unpredictable.

Estrei, fully clothed, nuzzled into Devorad gently, kissing his neck. Her hands wrapped around her lover with a slowness and patience only she could possess. "We'll have to see, hm. . ?" she whispered between kisses, resting her forehead against his neck. "And I would assume this is when you would wake, yes? Your people are beginning to wake, themselves."