Thread: Lonely Lies the Crown (Annabeth & Khaos)

Rennes smiled when she tested him, then gave in at only a count of two. The feeling of her finger against his lips was divine. Like being touched by an angel, no by his angel. Staying silent, mostly due to her finger still across his lips he nodded to her question. It's cost is irrelevant as is the time. There is enough stockpiled in the palace to replace a single dress. He answered smartly. Letting her down at her command to help her he flashed her a victorious smile. Making quick work of the laces with surprisingly deft fingers. He held back the urge to reach out and touch her perfect skin. Though he did not refrain from letting his eyes roam her exposed body drinking in the sight of her bare porcelain skin. The curve of her rear, with its dimples of Venus all but begged him to kiss them, as did her pert young breasts. They may have been only a handful each for Rennes large hands but they were perfectly shaped and perky. Gritting his teeth and fighting a loosing battle Rennes pulled his eyes and mind from her body long enough to undress himself. He pulled the outer tunic and chain-mail together leaving him in the thin cotton undershirt that he wore to prevent chafing. Unlacing the collar he pulled it over his head and dropped it with his other clothing baring his sun bronzed torso to her. His muscles were very well defined and his chest bore soft black hair across it that narrowed to a thin trail that led to the hem of his trousers, as well as several pale thin scars that he earned in his years of training and protecting Seraphine. His broad back and shoulders bore a lattice of long scars, some pale and well faded, others thick and still slightly raised. More than once during her childhood and adolescence did Rennes indulge in her less acceptable antics. Once even pulling a joke on her father. He always accepted any and all punishments, including any that would be laid upon Seraphine, who he knew would never be whipped herself. Each and every time he stood and took the lashes, never allowing them to bind him in any way. He just stood and took it all the while comforting Seraphine and explaining why what they did was wrong. A thought occurred to him as he removed his boots. He hadn't been fully exposed to Seraphine since she entered puberty. The thought was fleeting as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers revealing himself to her unabashed. It became quite obvious that the cries of ecstasy that came from his bed partners were indeed justified. Even flaccid Seraphine could hold him in both her hands. His roguish grin spread on his face when she warned him of the waters brisk temperature. I wouldn't dream of it Sera. He said before dashing at her grabbing her by the hips and lifting her easily into the air carrying her into the water up to his knees before showing signs of slowing. Pinning her body against his he spun around and fell back into the water with her back against his chest with a splash getting her wet while keeping her head above the surface. That was not the case for his own head which entered the chill water for a brief moment before popping up. It is much better to enter a brisk river in one fell swoop than torment oneself easing in inch by inch. He said still holding her by the waist.