Retrieve the key.

You can see it in Amara's eyes--something so rarely seen upon the sweet and calm visage the elf regularly presents. Desire. Hunger. The longer she's made to wait, the more prevalent her frustration she had been trying to hide, down to a bead of sweat rolling down her twitching brow. Though it's rather chilly atop the castle roof, she looks to be burning hotter than a devil. Her slender fingers wrap tight around the shaft of her staff, and she begins to squirm in place--hips shifting left and right, soon moving forward to pull the staff against her. The cool silver pushes up against her blushing cheek.

While retrieving her key from your pocket, you slide your other hand gently along her cheek to hold her head steady. Your fingers thread through her soft golden locks, and then touch upon her pointed ear. She swoons at the sensual touch upon the lobe, and nearly melts as you bring your fingers to the elongated tip--sensation like the petal of a flower.

Alas, she can't take it any longer. Her staff falls to the rooftop beside your feet with an audible clatter, and she throws herself into your arms. With hands tight on your shoulders, she leans up with plush lips begging for attention. This happens just as you bring the key up, and with it between your fingers, you look down into those beautiful oceanic eyes. Your arms wrap around to her lower back, and you tug her into an embrace, which is followed up rather swiftly by her kiss against your lips. With a smile, you accept her eagerness with a tight grasp between your hands, and a tongue between her lips, which dances passionately with her own which strikes out only a moment after. She throws the weight of her body against yours, grinding up against you. All this time and all the teasing of her magic have welled up inside of her near to the point of bursting, and in your hand is the key to the dam.

While one of your hands moves up to stroke her back, the other slips lower for a indulgent handful. "Really, Amara? Right here, on top of the castle?"

Perhaps she's far too lost in the desperation to speak, or perhaps her poetic mind knows that a single action can be worth many words, but her hands travel quickly down your body, and both hands dive straight into your pockets. She gives it a tug, pulling you as close as possible by the fabric of your pants, while her thumbs inside touch just barely against the side of your rising shaft. The surprise causes a tingle up your body, and nearly a moan from your lips.

"I guess that answers that," you say. As her hands massage within the confines of your pockets, you bring the key up to the hole that will release her of the item's magical binding. "So you want me to unlock this?"

She nods immediately and buries her face into your neck. "I cannot take it a moment longer, Kyle. Please release me. My whole body is burning. Itching. If I cast even one more spell, I will lose it. I will do anything for you if you unlock my collar right now."

You chuckle. "Of course I will, Amara." Then with her gently held in your embrace, you push the key into the lock. Click. Just like that, the magic is temporarily disabled. It doesn't appear any different visually, but you can hear Amara panting hotter and heavier than before.

It doesn't make her cum by that alone, though the thoughts within her mind are what drive her wild. It's like if you were absolutely dying of thirst, and someone placed a big, crisp glass of water right in front of you. What she desires is finally within her reach, and by how she's acting, not very far away. Her body quivers, especially her legs, which she can barely still use to stand. Then suddenly, she squeezes her hands shut. Both of them wrap around your cock from within your pockets, and this time, she does manage to **** out your groan of pleasure.

"We can't do anything fun if we just stand here," you say.

She purses her lips and looks up at you with embarrassment. "S-Sorry." Then after a deep breath, she takes as step backwards with wobbly legs. Her hands take hold of the bottom of her dress, and as she does this, she slides her feet slowly from her shoes. When she speaks her voice is even more quiet than usual, and even more gentle. "You are right. It is just that... my body yearns for release. I tingle from head to toe, as my body knows that the time draws nearer. Please do not take your time, Kyle. I would not survive teasing." Then, the dress starts to rise. She reveals the long, slenderness of her bare elven legs, and then after that, adorable, pale blue panties.

Though just as you get a look, you swoop in quickly and grab her by the hips. Your firm and sudden grab causes an immediate and loud moan from the girl. She gasps aloud, and nearly crumbles to your touch. Though, you don't stop there. You grab the dress yourself and aid in its swift removal, up her body and off her head to toss aside, leaving her in the aforementioned underwear as well as a matching brassiere.

While one of your hands firmly grasps her ass, your other slides up her smooth back to slip beneath the strap of her bra, and you pull her into yet another embrace. She moans and swoons to the passionate kiss to her lips, and your hands to a body aching for touch. As you do this, your fingers skillfully snap off her bra to have it fall between your feet, and the kissing continues. All she's left with now is a pair of panties that collar, which is a striking look. You can't help but have to pull away for a moment to ogle down and over the beautiful woman in your arms.

Upon realizing you doing this, she looks to you with a flustered smile. "Oh, Kyle... You are truly the sweetest man I have ever met, but you cannot leave a girl waiting a moment longer than this. Give me something to look at too, please. I want to see it all. Then perhaps I will not feel so cold."

I'm actually cold too. The weather really must be changing.

You guide the girl down to the ground, and with the heat between you two burning, this temperature is nothing. Your eyes gaze up and down at the elven beauty now splayed out beneath you, and immediately move your mouth to touch upon her bare stomach. Indulging yourself, you kiss and drag your tongue down to her panties, which you quickly grab and begin to slide down. Amara goes absolutely wild. The moment your mouth touches upon her quivering pussy, she loses control. She screams and moans, but you enjoy this beginning slowly with your tongue making sensual circles around to the most sensitive spot near the top.

"Aaaahh~! Please, please!" Amara shouts and pleads. "I cannot... This is... This is too much, I cannot~!"

After a brief moment longer, and after having removes the garment completely off her body, you crawl back up to her face and stare her straight into the eyes. "Is there something else you want?" you ask.

Her breath trembles. With one hand, she reaches up and tugs on your collar. "It is too cold up here... I n-need... I need your big, hot cock, Mr. Warren.

You plunge your tongue into her mouth for a moaning embrace, but not for long. You then pull back up and take hold of your belt, all while you sit upon her upper legs as she remains pinned down and naked on the castle roof--golden hair spread out around her head like a beautiful sunrise, which does somewhat help you forget about the chilling wind. Speaking of which, did it get even colder?

Just as you remove the final latch from your belt, you look around you. Your Kitty Sense tingles in a strange manner you can't quite explain. That's when you notice a mist rising up around you both, like what one might see inside of a walk-in freezer. You shiver as the chill pierces your clothing, so you can only imagine what Amara must feel. Elves must be at least somewhat resilient to strange weather conditions, though it's sunhearts who are nearly immune to extremes of both hot and cold climates.