It was still evening. Though exhausted from the fierce battle against Namaah and Lilith, El had quickly dropped everyone off at the Black Bulls hideout, took a fast shower and changed into simple yet elegant clothes.
He vanished in a flash, reappearing at the secluded location he had carefully chosen for his long-awaited date with Mimosa.
After making the final preparations with a comfortable setup, he teleported once more, this time right outside the Noble Realm where she had been waiting patiently.
"Sorry I'm late, my lady…" El said bowing gracefully as he extended his right hand forward.
"At least you didn't break your promise," Mimosa replied, a warm and relieved smile bloomed on her lips as she placed her delicate hand in his.
The world blurred around them. In the next instant, they stood deep within a hidden secluded cove in the Clover Kingdom.
"I found this secluded cove a few weeks ago by chance," El explained.
Before them stretched a breathtaking hidden beach, enclosed by towering cliffs. The full moon hung low on the horizon, bathing everything in a romantic silver glow.
Gentle waves lapped at the shore, a small elegant table with two chairs and a long white lounger sat near the water's edge, inviting them closer.
"It's beautiful…" Mimosa whispered, her voice filled with awe and longing.
She couldn't hold back any longer. Turning to him, she pulled El into a deep, hungry kiss. Their bodies pressed together under the moonlight.
Three long months apart had felt like an eternity. Their tongues danced passionately, tasting and exploring each other as soft moans escaped their lips.
El's hands roamed down her back, pulling her even closer until their bodies molded together perfectly. Mimosa's fingers dug into his back, clinging to him as if afraid he might disappear again.
"We should eat before the food gets cold," El murmured against her lips, though his hands betrayed his words, gripping her waist tighter he pressed her hips against his growing hardness.
"We have the whole night to ourselves…" Mimosa breathed, her heart pounding wildly with anticipation and growing arousal.
Their kiss deepened again, turning hotter and more desperate. El's fingers traced the curve of her back, slipping lower to squeeze her plump ass.
Mimosa gasped softly into his mouth, her own hands exploring his chest and abdomen, feeling the hard muscles beneath his clothes.
Only after a long, passionate moment did they reluctantly separate, lips glistening and eyes filled with desire.
"Then give me a minute, My lady...," El said with a playful smile.
He walked over to the table and placed his hand above it. A soft rune glowed, and in an instant, all the carefully prepared dishes appeared still hot, aromatic and beautifully presented.
Behind him, he heard the unmistakable sound of fabric rustling against the skin and falling softly onto the sand. A knowing smirk appeared on his face as he slowly turned around.
Mimosa stood bathed in moonlight like a living goddess. She had stripped down to a revealing black bikini adorned with delicate grey floral patterns.
The tiny top struggled to contain her full perky breasts, the fabric hugging her soft mounds tightly.
The bottoms sat dangerously low on her hips, accentuating her long legs, toned stomach and the seductive curve of her waist. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink as she gazed at him with clear, unhidden desire in her emerald eyes.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked, doing a slow, teasing turn for him. The moonlight kissed every inch of her body.
El's throat went dry, his eyes devoured her openly.
Without a word, he loosened his own clothes, letting them drop until he stood before her in only a tight black shorts that did little to hide his growing erection.
"You look absolutely breathtaking, Mimosa…" he growled, his voice filled with lust. "I've been fantasizing about this moment for months, every night."
He closed the distance in two strides and pulled her into another fierce kiss.
This time his hands were far bolder, sliding down her sides, cupping her round, firm ass and squeezing it possessively. His fingers dug into her soft flesh as he ground his hardness against her thigh.
Mimosa moaned loudly, pressing her soft, barely covered breasts against his bare chest. She could clearly feel his thick hardness rubbing against her.
"El… touch me more," she whispered breathlessly between kisses, her body heating up rapidly under the cool moonlight. "I've waited so long…"
To El, she looked like a moon goddess descended upon the mortal world. The heavy formal royal robes of the Golden Dawn usually concealed her true form, but tonight, the small Black floral bikini could barely contain her stunning, voluptuous figure.
Mimosa watched him with equal intensity. Her emerald eyes roamed slowly over his lean yet powerfully built frame. Years of brutal training and countless battles had sculpted his body into a work of art, well defined arms, broad shoulders and a torso carved with hard muscle.
Standing there in nothing but tight black shorts, he looked rugged, confident and dangerously attractive. He was the perfect mirror to her own soft physique.
"You look more beautiful every time I see you," he murmured as they separated, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. "I can barely control myself right now."
He took her hand, their fingers intertwining tightly and led her to the elegantly set table.
The dinner was intimate and filled with warmth, the soft clink of silverware, shared laughter and stolen glances.
They took turns feeding each other, the simple act dripping with affection. Every time Mimosa leaned forward to offer him a bite, her breasts pressed together invitingly, drawing El's gaze.
But beneath the table, things were far less innocent. Their legs tangled boldly in a heated dance. Mimosa's smooth thigh brushed teasingly against his, while El's foot slowly slid up her calf and along her inner thigh, making her bite her lip to suppress a gasp.
Their breaths grew heavier between bites, eyes locking with unspoken promises of what was to come.
After they finished the meal, they walked barefoot along the shoreline, letting the cool waves occasionally kiss their feet. The sea breeze wrapped around their barely clothed bodies as they lost themselves in the peaceful beauty of the night.
Eventually, they settled onto the long beach lounger. El lay back comfortably as Mimosa rested on top of him, her soft, bikini clad body pressed flush against his bare chest. The cold sea breeze caused their skin to shiver slightly, but the heat radiating between them more than made up for it.
Her head rested over his heart while her fingers lazily traced patterns across his firm chest and abdomen.
"I wish I could have helped somehow," Mimosa murmured softly with a hint of sadness in her voice. "But I'm still so weak… I'm glad cousin Noelle was able to assist you."
She said hearing about the details of his battle in the underworld before adding, "Does that mean she might become as powerful as Aunt Acier someday?"
"Yes," El replied his hand gently stroking her bare back. "With the right guidance, she could become a very formidable mage."
His fingers continued their soothing dance along her spine, but he easily caught the faint trace of jealousy hidden beneath her words.