Shelter

"Come on...we need to find shelter"

Aaralon helped Olive to her feet. The frail, pale girl swayed unsteadily, her arm still clamped across her small tits, hand cupping her dark pubic bush to hide it from his gaze. She blushed furiously, yet Olive's eyes held a gratitude, almost an adoration, that Aaralon found intoxicating. Feeling full of virtue and heroic, he stripped off his torn, wet shirt, offering it to the freezing girl, before turning his back to allow her to dress.

As the walked away down the beach, Aaralon remained a pace or two behind Olive. As she walked, the slight sway of her hips beneath his shirt drew his attention. His brows lowered in concentration, and, with a whispered word, he cast a minor spell. With delicious slowness, the hem of his shirt began to rise, until finally, Olive's naked arse was fully revealed, the firm twin ovals rolling and flexing with her walk, the bulge of her mons visable as a dark shadow. Aaralon felt his cock stiffen.....