Olive giggled as Phabel's hands flattened to the skin of her thighs, pressing her harder against him. The peasant skirt Olive was wearing was enough to hide their lewd behaviour. Phabel had intended for a pleasant breakfast under the morning sun, sitting on a blanket with his love and enjoying the tranquility of nature. But he was a man that had just found the delight of mated love and Olive was temptation in a long flowing skirt. She had been wary of someone seeing them but could see that they were hidden from any prying eyes. With a sultry grin she had wiggled her way out of her panties and settled onto his lap. She teased him out of his pants, enjoying hearing the groans of his lust. Phabel liked how confident she had become, this was their second time together and already she was leading their love. There was no hesitation in her face when she unzipped him below her skirt. She wrangled with the material and giggled with a dirty grin when she found him. Phabel wondered what kind of monster he had unleashed. No, his mind chuckled with delight, this was no monster, this was a sex goddess. She oozed carnality, innocent in her looks yet she was a tempting morsel with devilish intentions. Lowering onto him, she gasped, sighing with pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Phabel fumbled his way through the buttons of her top, pulling the material back to expose her to the sun. As he laid onto the blanket, he thought she looked glorious as the sun beat down on her, illuminating her body.

'Touch me.' she whimpered her plea.

His hand cupped her breast, massaging it, gently tugging them. Olive pressed her eyebrows together as she moaned, enjoying his caress. For the entire encounter, Olive had taken command and enjoyed this new found sense of boldness.

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The clock ticked, it seemed deafening to Phabel, an annoying reminder that he was stuck in a world of pleasantries rather than where he would prefer to be. His eyes looked over at Olive, she was sitting on a chair whilst his mother discussed table etiquette. Her eyes looked up from the table that glistened with silverware to the man that was watching her with a sultry gaze. Their love had become an inferno, unable to keep their minds on anything else. She flushed with embarrassment, remembering their encounter in the garden. With a soft smile she darted her gaze back to the cutlery, trying to return her focus to Islana. 

The whole morning had been a complete farce in Islana's opinion. As much as she tried, there was no keeping Olive's attention. She knew that her son had a hold on the girl and there was little point in bothering with being the hard taskmaster until they were over the honeymoon phase. Islana figured that she would give them a couple of weeks and by then they should have settled into a pattern and would stop making lovey faces at each other. She persisted though, if only to give the illusion that she was none the wiser. It was hard not to notice, there was no glowing stone any more. Even if Olive had tried to hide it by wearing a dress that was cut high on the chest, it was still obvious. The glow had become so strong in recent days that it could be seen through material. But not any more. Now there was no glow and Islana knew what that meant. She was happy for them, glad that her son had found the beauty of mated love and with time she knew that things would be right in their world. Olive was slowly coming around to the idea of their world, Islana raved about it's beauty and told her that she would love it when she came to visit. The subtle hints about moving there permanently were growing, the offers of things to persuade them were increasing. Olive said nothing but politely nodded. It wasn't up to her, it was Phabel's decision.

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'Look at this.' he hummed with desire.

His fingers trailed over the lace cup, slipping under the edge and pulling it back. Olive gasped as his lips greedily pressed to her, suckling on her. She giggled when his tongue darted over her, his hands on her backside pulling her close to him.

'I do like this particular outfit aui leabu but I must confess that I think the floor wears it better.'

She laughed again as he flicked the dainty scrap of black sheer material and lace that purported to be a dress. He tossed it to the wood floor, turning back to his naked love.

'Much better, I think you look far better like this.'

Phabel pulled her legs around his waist and carried her to the bed, laying her gently to the cool sheets. His lips burned a path down her body, Olive moaned as she closed her eyes. She liked the warmth of his body against hers, feeling the hair on his sternum tickle her sensitive skin. He kissed the skin beside her hip bone, moving lower. Her head darted up, looking into the intensity in his eyes. Her body was crumbling with searing heat as his lips moved along her skin, his hands pushing her legs open.

'Phabel what are you doing?'

'Lay back and close your eyes, feel it, enjoy it.'

His breath was warm against her, his whispered words taunted her sensitive skin. His touch made her gasp, slowly exposing her. She wanted to shy away from him but she knew there was little point. Any complaints or gestures to stop his gaze or attention would result in him doing as he always did. Reassuring words, gentle gestures and unbridled love and adoration. As he pressed his lips to her, it magnified the pleasure, Olive's eyes opened abruptly as the euphoric feelings shot through her. She felt his tongue slip over her, circling and lashing, his lips tugged on her skin. He continued until her body arced off the bed, she gripped the bed sheets tightly, groaning a pitch higher than usual. Phabel hovered over her body placing feather light kisses up her as he drew closer to her sweet lips. She shivered under his kisses, still reeling from the powerful wave that had crashed through her body. It was incredible in her opinion, she wanted to add it to the list of things that she wanted Phabel to do to her on a daily basis.

'I swear that I could get off on that sight alone.'

Olive grinned, his voice was filled with heat as he whispered the words against her neck. Phabel wrapped his arms around her, pressing their bodies together as they kissed. Time was theirs now and there was no haste in their love. Phabel was insistent that the whole night would be spent exploring and satisfying.

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Olive woke with a large grin on her face. The morning light was streaming in through the windows, she was wrapped up in Phabel's arms and she was feeling incredible. She didn't want to move from this spot, the warmth of the bed was cosy and she knew that this was going to become a Sunday morning routine, it was far too perfect to ruin. But she had to, the pressing need to run to the bathroom was dragging her away from her idyllic bubble. 

Phabel woke finding Olive no longer in the bed with him. He sat up wishing she was still here, thinking how nice it would be to roll into her arms and continue their weekend love fest. As he sat on the edge of the bed he saw the bathroom door was shut, retrieving his bed pants to put on, he wandered to the door.

'Olive?'

He pressed his ear to the door, hearing the shower going. Carefully he opened the door, seeing her under the water. Slipping into the room quietly he watched the water stream down her back, running lines that glistened in the light. Phabel thought that he could stare at her all morning, she was becoming more beautiful with each passing day. Weight had returned to her body, it was a slow process but he could see that she was starting to fill out. He was glad that he didn't have to look at her ribs poking through the skin any more. Phabel loved her regardless of how she looked but he knew why she was so skinny and he detested the thought that she had gone without for so long. It was becoming his mission in life to ensure that she never starved again. Olive turned with a gasp, seeing Phabel leaning on the tiled wall at the entry to the shower. Shamelessly she ogled her handsome man in his bed pants, thinking that he was just too good to be true.

'Why are you watching me?'

'I woke to an empty bed and wondered where my love had gotten to.'

'Oh, I uh, had an urgent need.'

'And all is well?'

Olive bit her bottom lip and nodded, unsure of what to say. She smiled at him as she released the lip and walked out of the water spray to him. With one little tug of the string, she freed him from his pants, tugging his hand into the shower with her. As he pressed her to the wall they kissed, Olive couldn't fight the temptation that was pressing against her thigh. She wanted to please him, she wanted to touch him. Her fascination hadn't weakened, she was still curious to him. Their kiss muffled his appreciative murmurs, under the warm water she ran her fingers over him. Teasingly stroking him, running the pads of her fingers on him. She loved how she had him captivated, enjoying every single second of her attention. His words about other things lingered in her mind, he had told her of different positions and places where they could love each other, and of course things that they could do to pleasure the other. The brave and bold Olive had not subsided and decided that she was going to do it. She broke from the kiss with a wicked glint in her eye, pushed Phabel to the other wall and kissed her way down his body. Phabel thought that he hadn't ever seen such desire in a woman's eyes, especially not Olive. Her hand gently gripped him as she dropped to her knees before him, waiting for her to take that first touch. He had told her what generally happened but hadn't been specific, wanting for her to explore his body for her own desires, not what she thought he expected.

Her lips brushed over him as they opened, with a lashing of her tongue he was putty in her hands. His hands reached up to the shower head, not wanting to trust himself anywhere else. He didn't want to touch her head, fearing she might think he was forcing her deeper. Water poured over his body, sloshing a path down him. Olive looked up, his wet hair was mussed up, his eyes were closed and his jaw was slack with ecstasy. She became braver, delighting Phabel with a pleasure that he had never felt before. He couldn't get over how good it felt, it had never been this good previously. His mind repeated the words over and over again, mated love is different, mated love is better. When he couldn't take it any longer, he pulled her away and lifted her to her feet. Phabel knew it wouldn't be wise to finish like that. She was still innocent and wouldn't no what to expect, he knew that it might put her off doing it again and that, he did not want. It was far too good to risk never getting it again. 

'You beguile me with your confidence.' he whispered as he pushed her to the tiles.

His hands found a path to her upper thighs, lifting her legs around his waist. They both let out a deep sigh as Phabel pushed into her.

'There is no better place in this world than right here, in each others arms.'

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Dinner was quiet, glances were being darted around the table as everyone ate their meal. Lucian grinned at his beautiful wife, both of them could hear the words of the shifters at the table. Danika knew that Phabel would be grateful that his parents couldn't read minds, otherwise they might be rather shocked at what he was thinking. He wanted them gone, he wanted them to go home so he could whisk Olive away and lock themselves in their quarters for the rest of the night. She was a little shocked that he was so open in his mind though there were a few things that she did notice. There was a large wall that surrounded his thoughts, intentions and memories about Olive. She figured that the thoughts about getting rid of his parents were for her benefit, or rather his. He knew that she would push the night along if he had those thoughts, Phabel figured she would be in his mind anyway. It was a new trick that Danika had learned and she loved testing it on anyone that walked past her. Danika couldn't figure why he was doing it, his parents never stayed long after dinner anyway. She thought that he should stop being so single minded and get his thoughts out of the gutter. Lucian looked at the slight frown on her face, slipping into her mind to remind her that her mind was far more filthy than Phabel's and she would do well to remember that.

The rock had only just closed behind Eris and Islana, Lucian turned to see that Phabel and Olive were gone.

'Were we that bad?' he mumbled.

'I think we were worse only we didn't notice it because your parents weren't hanging around like a bad smell.'

Lucian chuckled as he wrapped his arm around his beloved wife, walking back into the castle.

Phabel pressed Olive into the wall as the door closed, kissing frantically. Their passion was heated and becoming more desperate by the second as they pulled the clothes from each other. Their hands gripped tight as they loved each other against the wall. Olive loved the position and was a little disheartened when Phabel stopped after a few minutes. He lifted her from the wall and carried her to the chaise lounge, setting her on her knees. His hand caressed her breast as he kissed her spine, urging her to prop herself on the back of the lounge. Olive moaned loudly as Phabel pushed into her from behind and then lowered to kiss her back again. It had become sensitive to his touch, feeling the warmth of his chest pressed against her back was heavenly for her. He lifted from her body, taking her hips in his hands, moving slowly to enjoy the position.

They laid on the chaise lounge, wrapped up in each others embrace under the light of the moon washing through the window. Phabel's fingers ran over the soft skin of her jaw as he stared into her pretty eyes. They were so full of life, watching the world in wonder. Her hand was on his naked back, circling the tips of her fingers on his skin.

'I don't know if I could survive a week away from you.' he whispered.

'I know I wouldn't be able to cope.' she grinned 'I might shout out in class my declaration of love for you.'

Phabel chuckled.

'As much as it would make my day to hear it, I don't think it would be wise.'

'Stay then, I do not want to make my heart ache for you.'

'Alright but I must insist that you study before I allow you to take advantage of me.'

Olive laughed, pushing him onto his back as she climbed onto him. Phabel gazed at her stunning body that had silvery tones from the light of the moon. She no longer shied away from him when they made love, becoming more at ease with her body. His attention and need for her caused a lift in her ego, to know that someone as handsome as Phabel adored her was exactly what she needed. Her hand reached behind her with a broad grin, teasing and toying with him.

'Again so soon my love?' Phabel grinned 'You are quite the task master. Lucky for you I am willing to oblige your request.'

She grinned, kissing down his body.