How she missed his laugh, his smile. Liaran is such a private man, quiet among others, but always showed this side of him to her. It never stopped being a treat, even now, and it makes her miss home all the more. But she realizes that he is her home, her harbor. But it makes her desires to return to the Free Marches so much more. She misses their Keeper, her family... Perhaps they are proud of her now?

But she will dwell on that later. It is difficult to focus on anything but Liaran when they are so close and in the midst of such intimacy. Isetriel raises her arms to allow the removal of her breastband, greeted by the cold air that brings goosepimples along her breasts and has her nipples hard and protruding. She shivers a touch, but is relieved by Liaran's warmth when he works to pick her up. His cock brushes along her ass in the shift, and she can't help the way she gasps at it, so eager to touch it... Taste it.

Isetriel is stubborn, but Liaran is certainly a special kind of stubborn. That arousal must be painful, but perhaps the warm water will bring him ease.

"Mm... Creators, you truly wish to wait, don't you?"

She knows he has made up his mind, and she is content once she is in the warm water. But still, what she would give to jump on that cock of his...