Private Tales Secrets Left Sealed

[Solenne]

What whispers that spoke to her, made her lean into his touch and listen to his sweet voice that coaxed her to a point of relaxation. Or was that the pool awaiting her to wade into?

Her eyes, such a gorgeous colour of femininity and strength seen beneath heavy fluttering of her dark lashes. There was curiosity and lust welling inside her, eager to go on this journey with the King, her king, and find out a secret she had been coveting for weeks now.

"Then help me become wrapped up with you." Her voice, soft and sweet and like silk, the Sidhe's hands came to rest over his own and he pulled at her sheath of a white dress. It was the only thing to cover her, to shelter her skin and wings tattoed at her back.

Nairth San'Seya

 

[Nairth San'Seya]

Despite all of his flirtations, all of the honeyed words and whispered desires he'd layered onto Solenne time after time on this day, it was not with unbridled lust that he slid that thin white fabric from her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet to bathe her entire body in the ethereal glow of the pool. Nairth's hands did not wander lewdly, his lips did not seek to give pleasure or tempt the woman within her.

For it was not a physical tryst that Nairth had promised her, nor pleasure of the body that she'd come all this way for. While those did run hotly in his mind, only spurred on by bearing witness to the full splendor of the Sidhe standing before him, the picture of beauty and grace like putty against his hands, The King did truly intend on keeping his promise first and foremost.

It was with that goal in mind that he swept her off her feet, carrying her in his arms as he approached the water's edge. Words only barely left his lips, little more than a whisper as he dipped his foot into the warm pool, brimming with magic. "Together we will see the sights only Gods have witnessed, Solenne..." His large hands splayed across her naked flesh as he held her close against him, the water slowly encompassing the both of them as he walked deeper into the pool.

What clothes San'Seya did wear simply seemed to wash away in the soft and gentle sway of aqua, vanishing into the ether of magic they'd been weaved from. Now the King was as exposed as her, and it was only then, in the center of the pool, that he so gently lowered her to her feet.

And immediately, pressed his lips firmly to her own.

Solenne

 

[Solenne]

Solenne did not shy from his gaze.

She was half listening to the King, half present to the whispers at her ears as they begged for her attention. Suddenly, she was lifted within Nairth's arms and carried to the middle point of the pool and gently lowered back to her feet. The water was deeper for her, not blessed with the height of a Duannan, and so her hands held at his waist, pulling herself up so that her face could be seen above the water's surface.

There was no time to take a breath, not when he came to meet his lips to her own. Her lungs survived on stolen breath, feeding into the gentle and chaste exchange between Sidhe and Duannan.

Magic crackled, the whispers growing louder in hushed tones, and Solenne's eyes began to flutter close to see a swirling behind her eyelids.