<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Og34CFR.png)</div><br/><strong>Odell the White</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Odell's bedroom<br/><strong>With:</strong>Auren<br/><strong>Time:</strong>after the wedding<br/><hr/><br/>Odell found herself cocking her head in synch with Auren so their gaze would not be broken, almost like an animal mirroring it's next kill. There was a strange tension that rouse from the woman, somehow seeming to project a certain looming dominance yet an anxious frailty at the same time. It was perhaps a result of her conflicting nature, after all a human woman was often prey before their masculine lovers, but a dragon was always a predator in all things. It would leave the prince unsure whether she was moments away from pouncing or submitting herself to him fully, "does my lord require warmth then...?" she cooed softly.<br/><br/>As Auren took Odell's hand he would find the warmth he looked for, as if there were soft embers burning just below her pale skin, her body's impressive heat betraying her more "snowy" appearance. Great muscles tensed tightly as he touched her, the eye contact still unbroken, before slowly uncoiling and relaxing again. Her first time being touched by a man...so far so good, "many thing indeed..." she whispered, reaching forward with her free hand and pressing it against his chest, her turn to make a move. Long, slender fingers traced up and down the man's torso, easily triple the size of any hand that had touched him before, yet still proportionate enough to look lovely and feminine. Her finger tips felt like warm stones as they trailed up and down the man's body, tracing intricate yet nonsensical patterns across him, the heat against his chest following along said trails.<br/><br/>In another sudden act of boldness Odell would break her hand away from Auren's, both hands entwining the man and pulling him closer to her. Without a word she began to pluck at the strings and buttons that held his royal raiment together, eyeing his body curiously as she stripped him down, almost like a girl playing with a doll. At first Odell had been worried about handling him in such a way, afraid that she might break the tiny creature, but as she pressed down into him she found his flesh surprisingly strong and enduring, not so fragile as she had feared, "you have a fine physique my lord..." she complemented as she peeled away his tunic, revealing his bare chest to her, "though at the risk of sounding crude I believe there may be some...<em>difficulties</em>...if you planned to consummate our marriage tonight..." she remarked, suddenly standing up to her full height to properly demonstrate what she meant, the tall, strapping young prince just barely coming up to her stomach, "for instance I would imagine you would not want me on top..." she said, letting out a small chuckle at her little joke, the idea of several hundreds of pounds of woman crashing down on him probably not a pleasant one.