A smile

In a way it was refreshing to see her old friend in front of her, if she was a weaker person she would admit to herself she missed his company. Her lips curved in a smile, making the first crack on his armor.

Daphne took a step closer. A number of spells required physical contact, so most wizards were specially wary of people invading their personal space. Avrak already held all he needed to answer her with deadly ****, he raised his wand at her, but with a brush she calmed his nerves and steadied his trembling hand.

Her second hand hooked around his neck, and finally his arms broke free of the stillness that spread over his body. She felt his hands begin to explore her back, but still a timid motion. With her now free hand she touched his chin, admiring his angular features, her tongue running over her lips. She inhaled, enjoying the blend of their smells and the orchard around them.

Finally growing bold enough, his hands go down and touch her buns, eliciting a little surprised cry. He pulled her closer, pressing her smaller frame against his own, Daphne had just enough time to tilt her head and kiss him, their lips pressing together.

It was clumsy and somewhat awkward, but neither felt the need to move away. Her belt was untied and her light white robe coming loose. A small part of her brain screamed at how **** that made her, most of her spell components were in her pouches, and a slightly larger part was frantic about being discovered, but she asserted her control, inhaling the husky scent of his desire.

They parted for breath, and she said sardonically "You don't need to rip off my clothes, Avrak".

"I want to see you naked" there was an urgency in his tone, and it was the only reason why Daphne didn't immediately oblige. Her laugh was lighthearted and disarming, and eventually he joined too.

"There is no one coming, is there?" she asked and the evoker looked around, he didn't see anyone, but the question wasn't to him. The trees, always her friends, replied with the whispering wind, the two of them were safe, and they would warn if someone came this way.

With a small brush over each of her shoulders, her robe began to slide down, only the contact with his body stopped it from reaching the ground. She could hear his heart racing. "Shhh... don't make a sound" she whispered, raking her fingers up his tight until she found the hardness that intrigued her.

She felt his fingers messing her hair. That was her most notable un-mulani trait, usually only slaves let their hair grow long, but rather than a rebuke he said "I love your hair. It is so ... elfin"She almost moaned when he touched her sensitive ears.

She didn't let him distract her from her own stroking. She didn't really have a base to compare his cock, but it felt thick and heavy on her hand, as free of hair as any other part of his body. she closed her eyes and imagined it inside of her, and pressed her lips again on his, this time invading his mouth with her tongue.

His orgasm came without warning, or at least none to the addled dryad. She felt jet after jet smear her hand, and the gradual softening of his cock. She found his face the most handsome there and then, and dint stop until it was over.

The trees above swayed quietly as the two young mages basked in the aftermath of their indiscretion. "Someone is coming" Daphne said, hurrying to tie back her robe. Avrak followed suit, amazed that his friend could hear anyone, and after they were done he told her "You can count on me, Daphne. Whatever you need, whoever is after us" His smile, so genuine, confirmed to her she had gained her first ally on her road ahead.