For all his travels and experiences upon the great open world of Althanas, Storm couldn’t help but feel a tinge of uncertainty entering the encounter. Philomel was unquestionably beautiful; her perfect skin and thick, pillow soft lips as feminine and stunning as any he’d ever seen. Her clean, violet hair and delicate jawline yielded to heaving breasts that would stagger even the most experienced adventurer. It was further south that bred his introspection, for Philomel was a faun.

In truth, the fur-lined legs were bizarre to him; a distinctly inhuman characteristic in the space where women were typically at their most delicate, their most feminine. He wrestled with this for only a moment, considering those that he had known laying judgment for his embrace of this “creature”. It was a juvenile inhibition, and he knew it.

Who the hell are you honestly trying to impress? Are you going to wait for your second lifetime to stop giving a shit?!

Whatever reservations the electromancer clung to vanished like dust in the wind at the moment she kissed him. Her lips were liquid with purchase; a hypnotic softness that shook the aging magician to his knees. Immediately, his fingers ran down her soft back, and he felt her long, slender fingers begin to dance up and down his frame.

“I want you; all of you. I want as much as you can offer.” His eyes had spread wide and wild, lust driven and white-blue in color. The tavern bedroom was a mess, with several empty and half empty glasses strewn about bedside tables and upon the floor. Beaten, water-stained hardwoods offered streams of light to the bedlam below, where a raucous crowd fought and cheered and drank. To Storm Veritas, it was all nebulous; a cloud of existential nonsense that served as mere distraction from the enchantress before him.

With Philomel’s arms about his neck, he wished only for an opportunity to freeze time. He wished to savor in her touch, to tease her skin and lick and nip at her sensitive areas. He wished to explore her, to enjoy her like no other, and drink her in like a fine cask of wine. He wished to give himself to her, to allow her to do as she pleased, to take whatever he could supply.

Wait for the perfect moment in your next life. Enjoy this first trip.

With a dip in his knees he swung his sinewy, surprisingly powerful arms beneath her knees, hoisting her at the gently laying her on the bed. Her smile, filled with brilliant white teeth, was enough to encourage him further. The soft groan that hummed from her lips when he yielded his own temptation by taking one of her nipples in his mouth was so profoundly erotic that it nearly ended his encounter.

The wizard was experienced here, but decidedly outclassed. He proceeded slowly, with great caution, and the sex-drunk grin of an experimenting teenager. He would learn much as he relished in the role of student.