Deepwood Weald Both the slave and the empress

When their lovemaking took such a toil upon him that Raimo needed true rest he did so with some despair in his heart. He did not want to close his eyes and be without this new-found shadow. He did not want to open his eyes and find her gone, a figment of a dream, with the past day and a half being only his imagination.

When he did wake he looked for her and found @Jakoul bundled tightly against him and was flooded with relief. He roused her with a greedy affection and climbed his way across her; feeling her every inch, relishing the curve of her hips. Afterwards he stood and stretched, feeling hungry for more than just the woman.

He did not want to disperse from her — and together they could find something to eat, share more than just their bodies with one-another. Come, he asks her, striding a few steps from her side as he led towards the deepwood, hunt with me, he sombrely begged; wanting to see her move, but also to prove himself in more ways.