After we picked up my backpack at the reception, I followed him by his side. It was already the deepest night, and through the cloudless sky, the stars lighten up the way. However, we did not take the carriage but walked quite a short distance to his small house. When he put his jacket on me like a gentleman, I closed my eyes for a moment and enjoyed the warmth and the scent, and gently leaned against him. Unlike me, he didn't seem to mind the icy wind, which blew through the streets.
He lived a small, modest estate in the middle of the city, barely 15 minutes walk from the palace in the moderate district with a small, wooden porch, to which one came over a step into the apartment. The interior decoration was typically male and spartan. It did not seem too empty, but not too crowded either. As I continued to look around, in search of a place where we could continue our dance, he snuggled up to me from behind and put one hand just below my chest while he wiped the hair from my neck with the other. I felt his warm breath on my shoulder before he touched it with his warm lips. I closed my eyes, tilted my head slightly, and sighed softly and comfortably. It didn't felt wrong to let him get so close to me. He opened the necklace, which belonged to the dress, placed it gently on a shelf, and suddenly replaced it with another. A beautifully purple sparkling, oval, finely cut crystal in a lovely silver setting shone around my neck.
»Even if it does not match your beauty« he whispered
I turned around in his arms, touched and speechless, and looked towards him while stroking slightly over his sides. It did not take long when I felt his hands in my hair, leading my head before he kissed me.
When we released the kiss, he had already opened my dress, which made me blush slightly, and I tried to hold it up with one hand. »Where can I freshen up« I asked him softly, grinning, after which he pointed wordlessly with his finger at a door with a smile. ›Kinda cute‹ I thought, stroked his cheek tenderly, gave him a gentle kiss, and disappeared in the bathroom.
Alone in the bathroom, I let my hand from the dress so that it slid gently to the floor. There I stood now. Naked in a man's bathroom. Questions shot through my head while watching at me in the mirror. ›Am I making a mistake?‹, ›Where are my weapons?‹, ›I wonder if he will like what he will see?‹ and ›What if he's same as Tarlyn?‹. I got panicky about the last question. Unsettled, I quickly tried to shake off the negative thoughts before they made me cry as I looked myself in the mirror, gently stroking the crystal on my necklace.
As I nervously pulled the lingerie out of my backpack, I also pulled out Nimri, who had made himself comfortable in my panties.
»NIMRI« I screamed and tried to cover myself shamefully.
»Everything okay?« it came at the door from Ykril.
»Yes, yes. Everything's fine« I just replied hastily and looked again to Nimri, who was staring at me as usual but with a small, drooling smile. »Go! Play a little outside or go back to the Tavern and play with Sanise!« I asked him. After looking back and forth a little between me and the door, he seemed to have understood and slipped out through a small gap in the door.
Relieved, I sat down on a small stool near the bath tube and sighed out. After a short breather, I stood in front of the mirror again and held the lingerie uncertainly in front of me. In the store where I bought them, the lady said that the man would tear them right off my body. But what are clothes like that good for then? I shrugged briefly and put them on.
I lowered my head slightly, took a deep breath, and left the bathroom. He had turned on the fireplace and sat in front of it and poking with a stick into the fire. ›What if he doesn't want? He's still fully clothed. Did he change his mind?‹ I asked myself insecurely when I stopped in the doorway. I cleared my throat briefly and looked embarrassed at the floor. I was so nervous I didn't even know what to do with my fingers, so I played with them shakily in front of my stomach when I suddenly felt his hand on my chin, which led my head towards him. »You are so beautiful« he whispered with a big smile and kissed me.
Contrary to what the saleswoman told me about the lingerie, he didn't tear it directly off my body. He was very tender and careful but still determining. Very different from what I knew from the insensitive, submissive Drow men. His soft touches made my heart beat faster, and his natural, warm scent made me dream. I snuggled up to him, clutching his sides and enjoying every conceivable second of passion.
Our tumult went through every room of his apartment in positions I didn't even think were possible. And in a constant struggle for dominance, we finally managed our way to his bedroom, where we simply fell into his bed from exhaustion. When I cuddled up to him, lying with my head on his chest and stroking his belly and enjoying his caresses over my back, I seriously thought about settling down with him. He is loving, caring, passionate, and romantic. And something tells me that he would never hurt me.
›Having children with him and doing simple work. Maybe I could open my own tailor shop.‹ But before I could finish my thoughts, I fell asleep from exhaustion.
