Senses Chapter Three
Smell
Stayne considered himself a connoisseur of fine scents. He had never admitted it out loud, but he got great pleasure from the myriad smells of Underland. He especially loved the way the air smelled right after a thunderstorm. It was a clean, powerful scent.
He also loved the smell of food cooking. He would go to the kitchens and stand in the doorway, breathing deeply as the cooks concocted delicious dishes.
Then again, there were some scents he would be glad to never experience again. He had hated the way the JubJub smelled. It had a scent that could be best described as a cross between an open sore and rotten meat-and that was just its breath. Stayne would have to breathe through his mouth to avoid getting sick.
He also had hated all the perfumes and powders the whores and courtesans had used. They had all seemed to have the same scent-a sickeningly sweet floral. To make matters worse, most of them smelled as though they had bathed in it. It was not a scent conducive to arousal.
The first night he had been with Alannah, he had been surprised and pleased to discover that she eschewed perfume of all sorts. Her scent was a unique and rather enticing blend of sun, apples, and if he breathed deeply enough he would catch a whiff of cinnamon. The musky perfume of her arousal was intoxicating as well. She had told him once that his scent was rather nice as well. He had chuckled and asked what he smelled like. She kissed him, and replied: "You smell like an exotic spice. It's rather heady, but very nice."
Stayne had laughed, and then kissed her. "You have a rather lovely scent yourself, my lovely."
She giggled, and the rest of the night was spent in each others arms.
Author's Note-I promise, I will be fulfilling the M rating soon.