Head to your room.

After everything that's happened, I just need to lay down and absorb it all. I miss my bed anyway. You don't think about what it's like to have such a huge place to sleep until you go back to travelling again. That mattress is comfortable as hell.

You make your way through Castle Phoenix, up the stairs, down the hall, and to your bed chambers at last. The door is ajar. It isn't all that strange, considering you don't actually have a key to lock it, though you see the magic lamps glowing inside. It could just be Yin cleaning, though you can't help but err on the side of caution with how your luck tends to be. Not that an assassin would probably turn on the lights, but you creep closer and peek towards the foot of your bed.

Standing politely is the lovely Amara with her hands crossed in front of her waist. She looks back to you sweetly--smile on her face, blush in her cheeks. The elf looks as adorable as ever, dressed in her pure white attire, decorated with a medic hat atop her head.

You eye over her slender figure--long legs extend down from the bottom of her dress. She may not be the bustiest gal around, but her curves draw you in like any other. Her complexion is so fair, and so smooth, while her golden locks almost seem to glow from the nearby lights. She stands before you, as radiant as always, and you proceed inside while shutting the door softly behind you.

"Are you all right?" you ask with concern.

She draws her finger slowly along the thin white choker around her neck and shakes her head. "Yes and no," she replies. With a shy smile, she glances towards her feet--bare, having removed her shoes at some point earlier--before returning her lingering gaze to you. "I uhm... cast a lot of spells." The way she fidgets suggests she's rather uncomfortable. Her thighs pull together, her hips shift back and forth, and she wiggles her toes as she moves about in place.

You step forwards. Gently, you place your hand upon her supple neck and slide your thumb along the accessory. "You sure did. You were amazing out there, Amara."

She lets out a whispered giggle. "So were you," she says, staring into your eyes. Her face is an even deeper shape of pink now, and her hot breath against your neck quickens.

"Would you like me to remove it completely for awhile?" you ask. Then you reach into your pocket and withdraw one of the keys. As a sensual tease, you bring the tip of it over the top of the choker before stopping it right over the keyhole at the back. "Will you cum right away if I do?"

Amara quickly places her hands over your chest and gives your tunic a squeeze. "That is such an embarrassing question... I do not know. I think I have calmed down enough."

You smile as you push the key inside and twist. The garment falls to the floor. As she's freed at last, you let the key drop from your hand as you grab onto her back to pull her in close. With your other, you take hold of her now bare neck. Immediately she pushes her lips into yours and the two of you kiss with heated passion. She lets out a happy moan as she wraps her own arms around your shoulders to squeeze against you as tightly as possible. Her body is warm, and as always, she has such an elegant, calming scent, like fresh leaves, but her hair has a hint of citrus.

Your hand on her neck moves up to slide through her soft hair, and to pull her head in closer. Your tongue slips past her lips, and it's greeted immediately with another moan, and then another, and she becomes increasingly worked up. Both of your tongues dance between your mouths. Your lower hand trails even lower, cupping around her firm ass before pulling up one side of her dress to sneak beneath. You take hold of her hip, and she slides that thigh between your legs. Faster. She practically begins to eat your lips as she tongues with an incredible **** on your senses. Harder. As you start pulling up her dress, she moans even louder, and you feel her fingers dig into your back. Finally, she pulls away from your mouth with heavy, panting breaths, so that you can pull her clothes right off her head. She stands now in nothing but pure white panties and a bra, and she bites her lip as you eye her over.

"Oh Kyle," she sighs. "Take me right now. I can not wait any longer."

"Neither can I," you respond. With a playful tug, you grab her ass and pull her tight against you. Your other hand slides up her bare back until it reaches the clasp of her brassiere. You work it off easily, slipping it from her shoulders for the garment to fall to the ground. You look down at her bare breasts and bury your face under her chin, kissing her sensitive neck. As she giggles and gasps in pleasure, you work down to drag your tongue over one of her nipples--already stiff. All the while, your cock slowly rises. You finally guide her with impressive strength right to the foot of the bed, and you toss her down so that she bounces safely onto her back.

She looks up at you, garbed in nothing but her panties. Her hair is spread out around her head. As she stares, she brings up one of her feet and wiggles it back and forth with a smile on her face. "My prince..." she whispers.

You let out a chuckle. Taking her foot in your hand, you kiss up the back, and work your way up her legs. They feel so great against your lips, like her skin is made of the smoothest silk. Then you give her a little tease by touching your lips to the front of her panties. Immediately, you feel her quiver, and her body flinches.

"Ah." She slides a hand down over her bust as she squirms in place. "I can not take anymore waiting. Show me... Sh-Show me your body, and then... give me your body. I want it. So badly. I am burning up, Kyle."

You take hold of your shirt and work it up over your torso, gradually opening the curtain to your impressively fit body. Over all this time in Abso, you've become more athletic than ever, with firm abs and distinct muscles all around. She hangs on your every move. After discarding your blue tunic, you reach down to unfasten your belt. You toss that aside, along with your sword, but that's not the weapon you need right now anyway.

Next are your boots and trousers. But as you stand before her, dressed in nothing but your undergarments, she brings her finger up to nibble on the back of her knuckle--eyes piercing straight at the tent you've pitched below.

Amara doesn't want to wait any longer. After sitting up, she crawls half-naked over the bed to your bulge. She pushes her hand firmly against it as she stares up into your eyes. Her grip gently strokes up and down, and her other hand explores upwards to feel the firmness of your stomach. Then she brings her face in close to push her lips against the front fabric of your underwear--her warm breathing felt on the sensitive underside of your shaft. Then she tugs the waistband down so that it can spring free at last. She doesn't hesitate to drag her tongue over it slowly, all the way up to the head, where she circles it around for a moment before she pulls back once again.

You groan in pleasure and let out a long sigh. "I thought you couldn't wait."

"I got distracted," she replies with a smile as she sits in place.

With a grin, you take her by the shoulders and throw her back onto the bed. As you crawl up, your underwear slips to your ankles, and you discard the garment with ease. Now you travel downwards to grab onto the sides of her pure white panties. After you slip them down her thighs, along her legs, and to her feet, you maneuver up her gorgeous figure, stopping only to return the favour with a slow drag of your tongue over her aching pussy.

"Aah~!" she moans, tilting her head to the side as she grabs onto the quilt with both hands.

Then as you reach her face, you plant your lips against hers once again, and the two of you make out with incredibly passion. Her legs wrap around you--erection pushed against her stomach. She takes a deep gasp after you pull your mouth away, and her face now is glowing red.