The smirk on Darius' face as he watched Gwen attempt to walk to him was one of extreme amusement. He'd seen such devices used before, and the result was always admirable. By the time she reached him, the amused smile had faded somewhat. The closer she came, the more intensely he could feel her emotions thrumming inside<em>him</em>. Still though, he battled them down and stood before her, near-bare cock pressing against her stomach as he did so. Leaning down, he held her hand lightly by the wrist, and bit a small chunk of the peach off. "I choose... both. First though, we should remove those fantastic little creations from your cunt. I can't have you not able to walk, and it's tight enough when I fill you myself don't you think?"<br/><br/>Leaning in, he kissed away a bit of juice left from the peach that remained on her lips. When he spoke again, the playful tone was nearly gone. There was only heat remaining. "Strip. You've worn that garment for the last time, lover. Before we do anything else, it's time to start stretching that tight little ass in preparation." Contrary to his tone, Darius reached up and tucked an errant strand of fiery red hair behind her ear sweetly.<br/><br/>Carefully so that he didn't drag himself against her gown, Darius slipped away from her and headed to where the boxes had been lain. Each one was stacked onto the small table beside his bed.<em>Their</em>bed. The smallest was removed from the top, and opened. "Are you able to make it here, or would you rather I removed those small items where you stand?" As he spoke, Darius began to remove the remainder of what he had on. The leather cuirass was sent halfway across the room to flop noisily into one of the large chairs, leaving him bare-chested. A flick of the wrist, and the tiny metal clasp on his hip was opened. The loincloth was dropped at his feet and kicked slightly away.<br/><br/>Darius stood there, completely comfortable with the fact that he was bare assed and his cock was near pulsing it was so engorged. If there ever was a picture to be painted of male virility, there would have been no better model at that exact time.