From the moment the sun peeked from the horizon, Asmodeus jumped to his feet, dressed and armour fastened. Ciela stirred under the sheets, green hair messy and spread over the huge bed like an artist's canvas.
Her beautiful eyes watched him in silence, with outstretched hands, reluctant to part.
"You're leaving already?" Her soft voice echoed off the stone walls, heavy and full of sleepiness. "It's so cold, though."
She smiled, lifting the quilt to flash her brown mounds, their delicious surface swaying with her body movements.
Asmodeus came to the bed, bending down as he kissed her forehead.
"Don't temp me, you raunchy elf, the men need me."
Ciela's eyes shone, her fingers brushing his jaw and letting the quilt slip lower, revealing everything as she whispered. "But honey, I need you."
