"Ah, you are here. Good," Azalea said, closing her bedroom door shut behind her, and locking it. She didn't want any interruptions. In her left hand she held a bottle of wine; she had taken it from dinner. It wasn't the best in the castle, but it was good, and would serve its purpose. In her right hand were two wine glasses, held by their stems. Again, taken from the dining hall. No one had questioned why, she was the Teryn's daughter after all. She did whatever she pleased, the castle was her home.

"A gentleman does not keep a lady waiting, my dear," Dairren responded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He got up from the chair in which he was sitting and walked over to her, embracing her from behind, his strong arms resting on her waist. He smelled good, his cologne was musky and rugged, not at all like the polite, sweet Dairren she knew.

"Oh? Is that what you are, a gentleman?" She teased as she opened the wine bottle. As she began to pour the dark red wine into the glasses she continued, "Because I was hoping for a bit of excitement tonight."

Dairren picked up one of the glasses and took a sip of the wine. He whispered in her ear in a soft, sensual voice, "You will not be disappointed, my lady."

Azalea casually took a sip from her wine glass as Dairren slowly began to unfasten her bodice, she watched him with a relaxed, amused expression. He's off to a decent start; let's see if he can keep it up, she thought as his hands moved slowly and gently, his eyes resting on her full breasts as he unwrapped the treasure that was her body.

As he worked she set her glass down and turned around to begin removing his clothing. She worked much more quickly than he did; his shirt was off before the third fastener on her bodice was undone. She was hungry. She wanted to do away with the polite man in front of her and unleash the tiger that she knew lurked somewhere within him.

"Eager, I see? Very well," Dairren said with a chuckle, his voice lowered to a soft purr. With a quick jerk of his strong hands, her bodice was undone and on the ground, her breasts sprang from their confines and took their first breath of the cool night air through the thin fabric of her dress, her nipples hardening in response.

"Sod the wine", Azalea growled, and pushed him onto the bed. She was on top of him now, her hands caressing every inch of his toned upper body. He began to kiss her, first on the shoulders, then the neck, and finally stopping at her mouth, which he began to explore with his tongue.

She suddenly became aware that her dress was still on, though her breasts bounced freely beneath it. She got up and leaned back, so that she was kneeling over him, and unzipped herself, letting the garment fall to her hips. With a kick, she sent the dress flying across the room. She had not been wearing a bra or panties; she was completely naked in front of him now.

Dairren was hard now, his bulge aching to burst out of his trousers. As they kissed, Azalea ran her hands along his body, stopping at his belt, where they went to work at unfastening it. "You must be just aching to get out of those trousers," She whispered, and Dairren groaned in response. Off came the belt, his pants and underwear following not long after.

Both now completely nude, they rolled across the bed together, exploring each other with their hands and tongues. They came to rest lying on their sides. Dairren was pressed up against her back, nuzzling the back of her head. Azalea could feel the moisture accumulating between her legs, her body drooling with anticipation and excitement.

"Give it to me. Now." Azalea commanded, unable to hide the longing in her voice. Dairren obliged, and in an instant, he was inside her. Azalea gasped. He was much larger than she'd anticipated, she felt her walls stretching and let out a moan. The feeling of delicious fullness was sending her over the edge. He began to thrust, ever so slowly, teasing her.

"Please…more…," she moaned, her body aching for more sensation. Dairren responded by biting her neck gently, and his hand wandered down to her nether regions, the tips of the fingers on one hand coming to rest on her clit, the other hand held her breast. "And you thought I didn't know what I was doing," he chuckled, his voice soft and sure. He began to work her clit, ever so gently, while continuing his gentle in and out motions.

Azalea let out a frustrated yell. He was deliberately prolonging it, keeping her just barely away from orgasm. "You are toying with me," She growled. Dairren again let out a soft chuckle. "Not used to not being in control, are we, My Lady?" he taunted.

This was true. She wasn't used to being the passive partner, all the others she'd slept with were too afraid of being too aggressive with the Teryn's daughter. And yet, she found herself enjoying it. She pushed her hips into him, and he quickened his pace in response. His thrusts were becoming harder and faster, his fingers brushing her clit with more force. She began to scream, it was all too much, she could feel her orgasm starting to build. She knew she was very likely to be heard, if only by the guards, but she didn't care. Dairren also began to moan, letting her know he was close to his climax as well.

Suddenly, Dairren gave three of his hardest thrusts yet and clamped his fingers down hard on her clit. Together, they both erupted. Dairren started panting hard as he reached climax, she felt his seed shooting deep inside of her, splashing against her walls. Her screams transformed into a grunting, animalistic sort of noise that no man had ever pulled out of her before. She was at orgasm, and what an amazing one it was, she could feel it emanating from her caverns to the rest of her body, pleasure waves echoing off the tips of her toes and fingers. She bit down hard on Dairren's shoulder, muffling her crazed growling.

Finally, they both found themselves swathed in afterglow, that happy, peaceful feeling that often comes after such activities. Azalea rolled over to face Dairren, and snuggled up close to him, sighing softly. "So, my dear," Dairren said, the hunger gone now, his desires satiated, his eyes filled with contentment, "Do you think you might want to buy this horse? Because I think he likes you."

Azalea looked at him, and smiled. "Yes, I think he'll do just fine."

They held each other the rest of the night, falling asleep under the warm, soft covers of her bed. They were blissfully unaware of what was happening outside the castle, they knew nothing of the army that was marching towards Highever. And they would not learn of it, not until Azalea's mabari wardog would start barking in a few hours.