<br/>Needing little encouragement - and thus quite delighted by it - Luneth reared himself up like a silver-haired lion briefly surveying the savanna before resuming the feast. He drew himself only far enough from Rose to be able to grasp at his tucked in shirt and hastily unbutton the thing. He nearly ripped it while drawing it away from his shoulders. The Valkuran symbol thumped back into place across bronze-tan square pecs, and lower musculature rippled over his ribs as he descended hungrily close to Rose again.<br/><br/>He purred as she kissed his neck, and cupped her head to encourage it, his fingers trailing and threading through her several-toned hair. " 'Tis ardor's token offering to chivalry," he groaned, "That circumspection not to make a maid take fright by one's overboldness, however much she may have beseeched it...but I have gathered, on reflection, 'tis little that can frighten ye, tigress."<br/><br/>His hands slid and caressed up and down her, having made note of where she'd winced before but otherwise leaving no curve unmolested. He rolled each of her breasts under his hands like a tropical island spear-hunter surfing their crests, kneading but not squeezing, letting his thumbs swirl across the peaks through the cheongsam to test their sensitivity. One hand flew down to her thigh, kneading it lustily and with more strength, while pushing her skirt up ever further. He slid a hand up it and cupped a bare buttock, nibbling her ear and whispering, "Aha, just as I thought...and hoped! Show me your beauty, fair Rose....'tis nothing of you I could behold and not desire in awe."