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Kell

AlleyGaytor

Kell

"You got lost as you were picking up mushrooms to eat, to make it worst a storm was starting, you found a cave, it looked like someone lived there but when you called out no one answered so you decided to entered and wait for the storm to end."

Who's here? I can smell you intruder "a loud voice was heard at the entrance"

AlleyGaytor

"As the master of the cave returns I startle slightly. Having been caught in the begining of the rolling thunderstorm, all my clothing having been soaked so I had started a fire in the fire pit I found in the cave after having waited for the owner of the camp to return, shivering and soaked to the bone. Now he found me in only my thin, white dressing gown which was made partially see through by it's damp state. I pull my soaked cloak to my chest with a shiver from it's dripping chill in attempt to cover some of my supple figure for a bit of modest." "Hello! My name is Phia," "I greet politely, turning to face him and bowing my head just enough that I don't loose eye contact with him but still trying to be respectful as I'm an intruder in his home." "I beg you forgive my intrusion, you look more than strong and capable enough to endure such a storm. If only I had fortitude like yours, my frailty could not withstand the cold and I was forced to seek shelter in your cave." "My compliments are intentional, hoping to gain favor, but not at all untruthful and it is my hope that he can hear the honesty in my praise."

Kell

"Kell eyes you up and down, smirking as his gaze lingers on your damp dressing gown."

"Frail little bunny, are ya? I can see that." "He walks over, letting out a low chuckle." "Don't ye worry none, I'll keep ya warm. Wouldn't want such a soft, delicate thing like yerself catchin' cold."

<The fire crackles in the cave, casting an orange glow over your shivering form.>

"Reaching out, Kell cups your chin, turning your face up to meet his eyes." "Pretty eyes ye have there, bunny. Got a sweet name too. Phia..M'names Kell." "He tastes the name on his tongue before continuing."

"Now don't ye fret - this cave's got space enough for two. And I've caught us some supper." "His thumb brushes your lower lip gently." "First things first though...let's get ye outta those wet clothes before ye freeze. I'll find ye something dry to wear."

"His touch is rough yet tender. Kell clearly means you no harm, though his assertive manner hints at a dominant nature. For now, you seem safe in his cave - and he may prove good company until the storm passes. Kell searches his supplies. Though his clothes would swamp her tiny frame, he finds an old tunic that may suffice. Returning, he offers it with a chuckle." "Try this, might be a lil' big on such a lil' bunny, but it's dry and warm."

AlleyGaytor

"A grateful smile melts across my full lips as relief fills my glittering sunset eyes. Kell can see how his words drain some of the tension from my huddled form, leaving nothing but shivering fatigue. Heat rushes to my cheeks as he cups my chin and caresses his rough thumb so gently across my lower lip, stealing a shiver from me that has nothing to do with the cold. His gentle yet firm tone brooks no room for argument." "Th-thank you, Kell. You're are truly a gracious host. As for supper, I would be most grateful for you to welcome me. I have some mushrooms I was foraging that I can offer to add!" "I say with a bashful smile as warm as a peak of sunshine through storm clouds. Reaching next to me I grab a basket with a dampened cloth draped atop it's heaping pile. As I pull away the cloth it reveals a decadent pile of supple chanterelles, releasing their nutty, fruity aroma into the air." "You are more than welcome to them as thanks for your most appreciated hospitality." "As he steps away and returns to me with the offered tunic, he can see the relief flood my eyes at the offer of something dry." "Thank you, your kindness knows no bounds it seems." "With blush in my cheeks backlighting every freckle smattered across my pale pink skin, I smile at him, something bright and genuine. Standing, I head a little deeper into the cave, trying to find something to hide behind for some modesty as I peel away my soaked undergarments and snuggle into Kells offered tunic. I can't help but take a deep inhale of the soft, worn fabric as it swallows my curvaceous forms like an oversized sleep shirt, stopping half way down my sumptuous thighs. His scent, slightly musky like warm fur and the faint hint of herbs, smoke and something spicy. Just the aroma makes me feel warmer and more safe. When I'm done changing, I wander back over, handing my dripping dressing gown on a drying rack not far from the fire where my cloak and over dress lay drip drying." "I give a soft moan of relief as I sit on the furs laid back by the fire, rubbing my hands together for some friction warmth before holding my hands closer to the flames, letting the heat chase away the numb that had begun to settle into my digits. He can see color slowly returning to my cold skin under his welcomed care." "Thank you, Kell. I already feel so much better just having something dry to wear."

Kell

"Kell watches with intense interest as you undress behind the cave wall, his hungry gaze following your curvaceous form. When you emerge in just his oversized tunic, he lets out an appreciative growl."

"Mmm, bunny looks even better in my clothes than out of 'em." "His eyes roam over your voluptuous figure, the tunic doing little to hide your ample charms. Approaching, he cups your cheek, brushing a thumb over your rosy skin."

"Cold's leaving you now, I see. Good." "Kell gazes down with a gleam of possession, pride at having warmed you himself."

<The fire crackles merrily, its warmth embracing you both on this stormy night. Outside, wind and rain howl - but within the cave, a different type of storm is brewing.>

"Now then, little bunny," "his voice low and full of dark promise," "how about we get you out of those wet locks, dry you off proper."

"Reaching to your tresses, he begins untangling the knots left by rain and wind. His touch is masterful yet gentle - clearly used to caring for others. Nearby, the soup simmers, releasing its savory aroma."

"There now, soft as down. Want me to brush it too, sweet bunny? Make you all pretty before our meal?" "His hungry gaze promises far more intimate acts of grooming to come...if you allow it."

AlleyGaytor

"The satisfied growl that rumbles out of his chest as I reappear in his tunic steals a soft shiver up my spine, my blush flushing further until it cutely reaches the tips of my ears. As he shifts to sit closer to me, I glance at him curiously before my eyes flutter shut with a soft gasp and a small, relaxed moan as his large, deft hands begin to work through my hair with surprising gentleness. I practically melt under his touch as it seems he's discovered one of my weaknesses. As he finishes and offers his next question I hum inquiringly, as if waking from a dreamy trance, my light blonde lashes fluttering back open to reveal deeply relaxed sunset pink hues glancing to find his." "Oh, yes please~ Your touch is so wonderful.. if it pleases you, pray, continue your talented ministrations, my humble host~" "I purr in soothed satisfaction like a contented cat as I lean back into his warm, broad chest. The small movement encouraging his talented touch."

Kell

"Please me, indeed..." "Kell rumbles with dark amusement, enjoying her pliant surrender."

"Lean here against me then, soft little bunny." "He guides you back, cradling your elegant curves against his own brawny form. Reaching to a shelf, he retrieves a bone comb carved with intricate runes and begins gently brushing out your hair."

<The rhythmic stroking of the comb soothes you further as the storm rages outside. Safe in Kell's strong embrace, you feel no fear - only comfort and another, deeper longing beginning to bloom within.>

"Such lovely gold, your hair," "he murmurs, brushing aside damp tendrils to place a tender kiss to your nape." "Like woven sunlight. And skin like cream..."

"His larger hands stroke your sides, tracing delicate patterns that awaken all manner of sensations. Outside, wind howls - but within the cave, a storm of another kind is rising. Can you feel his desire, hard and insistent even through layers of fur and leather? There is hunger in his touch, a primal need to claim and conquer...yet he restrains himself, waiting for your consent."

"Tell me, little bunny...have I eased your shivers? Or does the cold still linger...deeper inside where my hands have yet to warm?" "His breath is hot against your ear, his meaning unmistakable." "I could chase all chills away...if you'll let me."

AlleyGaytor

"I shiver at the feeling of his lips against the nape of my neck, my breath hitching at the small shiver it steals from me. The warmth that he's awoken in my blood and that's begining to coil in my core has chased the cold away from my petite form, but I don't yet want his large, enticing hands to leave me. With a timid touch, my much smaller hands rest over his," "I-I am yet still chilled.. here." "There's a desire that laces my words despite my pliant and submissive tone as I tentatively guide one of his hands to my supple breasts with a soft gasp as his palm engulfs one of my perky mounds."

Kell

"Mmm, is that so..." "Kell hums knowingly against your skin, breath hot."

"His large hand squeezes your soft breast gently through the tunic, thumb brushing a pebbled nipple. A pleased rumble emanates from his chest at your innocent yet daring guidance, confirming your barely leashed want."

"Naughty little bunny, leading my hands where you please." "He nuzzles your swanlike neck to hide his widening grin."

<But there is nothing mocking in his touch - only care, curiosity...and equal longing to warm every inch of your creamy flesh against his own.>

"Tugging down the tunic just enough, Kell rolls your pebbled nipple between deft fingers, learning your responses. His growing arousal is impossible to miss, hard and insistent against your back."

"Tell me truly - am I chasing the cold away now, sweet thing? Or shall I keep 'warming' you..." "His free hand trails down to your bare thigh, tracing teasing circles ever higher." "Until not a single chill remains?"

AlleyGaytor

"I whimper at his teasing words, shivering as his breath fans across my neck and he nuzzles my soft skin. I flush further, heat pooling between my thighs as he tugs the tunic down so that my breasts spill out of the plunging neckline, allowing him access to tease me further, even my nipples blushing under his skilled fingers. I gasp and mewl, squirming back against his barely restrained turgid manhood as my breath quickens under his talented ministrations." " Mmn, Y-yes, I'm feeling much warmer there, b-but the chill still lingers~" "I whimper so sweetly for him, my delicate trembling hand finding his free hand and guiding it down my stomach and down to my inner thighs, pressing his fingers invitingly to my heated core, drawing a gasp and a shiver from me as my head tips back against his shoulder." "H-here~" "I moan for him, my eyes fluttering shut from the sensation of his large hand cupping my mound."

Kell

"Kell growls with deep satisfaction as he feels the warmth pooling between your thighs at his touch. The tunic is no barrier for him now as he reaches under it, caressing the soft flesh of your curves, cupping your ample breasts in his hands. He flicks his thumb over one nipple while rolling the other between his fingers, watching with dark desire as you writhe against him."

"Mmmm, that's more like it," "he murmurs hotly against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine." "Warm little bunny...so sweet and soft."

<He shifts you slightly, guiding your leg to hook over one of his powerful thighs, parting your folds so he can explore your wetness. His thick finger presses into your heat, teasing your entrance before sliding slowly inside.>

"So eager and wet for me, little one," "he groans as he begins a slow, deep rhythm within you." "Do you like this? Do you want more?"

"He kisses your neck hungrily, biting softly at your sensitive skin, his mouth eager for every moan you spill for him."

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