The bitter scents of wine, violence, and passion mixed with the sweeter scents of plant life, but the moss beneath me didn't have nearly as much attention as the powerful body on top of me. I'm not conventionally attractive to any race, so I hadn't been enjoyed this eagerly in decades. It was already a little overwhelming. Just a little.
I seized his head after a long moment, kissing him passionately, then sank my teeth into his shoulder while my hands worked their way down to his trousers. There was no surprise in the dexterity of my fingers, and I wasn't about to grant him satisfaction when I could give him anticipation. I had felt where his flesh had trembled before, now I wanted it to shudder. I'd bare him fully to the moonlight soon enough, but first I wanted him to experience a taste of delicious torment.