Roran gave a dark, lopsided smirk. "You shameless little harlot," he sensually growled, "No rabbit has ever enjoyed being hunted as you do," he murmured against her ear. There was a darkness in those words, one that reflected him well. Despite the two having known each other for so long, there was still some mystery in Roran's dark, brooding eyes. A part that she had yet to fully explore, but had seen lurking there in his gaze. And it was a darkness he knew she was lured to, the wilderness her mother always warned her about. Yet despite the words ushered onto her time and time again:<em>he's no good for you</em>,<em>keep away from that vagrant</em>- she still continued to seek out his company.<br/><br/>But the townspeople- her mother... They didn't know Roran like Celeste did. She had always been by his side, never letting the townspeople's opinion of him influence her's. Though at times it could be seen that his social status troubled him, he never complained. Before he had tried to gain the favour of others, of her mother. They would not have it. And so now he simply tried to keep out of the way of the village. He was not lacking though, for through it all he had always had her. He could desire nothing more.<br/><br/>Roran gave a breathless scoff at her words, "Am I not always tender with you?" he murmured against her lips, eyes looking up to gaze back into hers intimately. While there was truth to his words, small marks hidden under her dress showed a slightly different side of the story. Roran's tender was still rough. He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, taking a moment to appreciate her beauty. Other girls were often jealous of sweet Celeste and with good reason. There wasn't a man in the village who wouldn't fancy to be in Roran's shoes. Perhaps a part of the reason Roran wasn't accepted- having stolen the village's sweetest blossom.<br/><br/>His heart pounded as she nuzzled against him, he cupping her face tenderly. A hand rose, fingering the intricate detail of her bodice, tracing the string that laced up her chest. With one swift tug, he tore the fastenings of her bodice out, the action yanking her forward and closer to him. Flinging the string to the ground without a care, his hands no sooner began to unlace the front of her dress. He paused when her breasts were slowly becoming exposed to him. Licking his lips, teeth sank into his bottom before he swallowed hard, eyes flicking up from her breasts to glance into her own eyes.<br/><br/>She trembled like a newborn fawn in his hold. Both excitement and nervousness wracking her. "I know you better than to let you act as if I'm the only one," he smiled, "As if you would rather me claim you any where else..." With those words he tugged the top half of her dress down to her hips, heart racing. He'd never come this far before, she having never been so exposed before him. His hands lifted her skirts and fingers were fumbling to unfasten his pants. With heavy breath and closed eyes, Roran's shaft ran directly over the puffy lips of Celeste's exposed pussy. "Celeste," he tenderly breathed, all but ready to push the tip of his cock into the moist warmth of her.<br/><br/><em>Clink, clink, clink!</em>