Sarah was feeling a bit wired. The flames of passion roared in a gentle hum underneath her heart as she sat in the Goblin King's luxurious lap. He wore a flowing robe over his shoulders that left his chest exposed to her meandering explorations.
As he shifted his legs underneath her, the sensation of his body's movement sent jolts of pleasure through her core.
"Having a good day, my tempestuous little she-troll?" he baited lovingly.
Sarah pretended to ignore the fact he'd likened her to a troll and sent her mouth journeying across the exposed portions of his torso, squirming with self-satisfaction every time she managed to get a rise out of him through antics of tongue, lips or teeth…
Yes, Sarah was being quite the troll. Chewing on her favorite toy. But he was too tough to yelp or gasp when she tickled him with little purring nips and gnaws. Still, she sensed the sound of little moans of half-protest being adeptly stifled in throat. She loved to hear his breath. Loved to hear the faint grunts of delicious discomfort.
After a minute or two, her mood began to shift. Her kisses grew soft and slow and light. Lips hovering, not quite touching the space above her liege's heart, she desisted and was suddenly overwhelmed with a sensation rising from her own heart.
"So this is where my love and lord keeps all the secrets of our being." As her lips pressed with feather light precision against the little hairs and soft skin of his chest, a tremor of wonder flowed through the point of contact infecting both parties.