Sorry for the long over due delay. Fair warning this chapter contains sexual scene. Also want to see the new art of Adam and Elise I commission, go to "Fable 3- King Adam and Elise by Shinta-Girl"

Chapter 5. Night of Passion

Logan breathed heavily walking through the desert that seemed to go for miles ignoring the massive stone architects that were halfway hidden by the desert sand. The sun beamed over him as his vision began to fade.

Exhausted, the blood on his scalp drips to his chin. The cut of his lower lip bleed covers nearly half of his mouth. He limps his right arm and left leg as they sag, barely grasping his Judge's Steel as the righteous sword golden glow fades. Gashes of his regal silver chest armor leaking blood.

With a batter breath, Logan collapses to his knee using Judge's Steel as a support.

The surroundings around him began to go dark, the only illumination was an aurora borealis light. Showing the destruction of Bowerstone City covered by a black ooze that rises to the blackened sky. The city streets were covered in blood with the mangled corpses of civilians he swore to protect.

Logan could only look on in horror, his tired steel gaze frighting in sight with a batter growing faster.

"HAHAHA!" A malevolent unhuman voice laughed echoing through the entire city of the destroyed Bowerstone. "Small, frightening King of Albion."

xxx

Logan jolted from his desk in a panic with a batter breath, dripping beads of sweat from his forehead. He checked his surroundings and let out a breath of relief as he gently touched the scar of his lower lip.

"Just a nightmare." He whimpered to himself.

Logan was in his studies that once belonged to Lucien Fairfax. Not even his father came to this sect of the tower, for the reason he knew all too well why. It was this room where the aunt he would never meet died. Where his father was shot as a child and fell to Bowerstone Old Town. During his youth as a captain of the Royal Guard, he couldn't understand why his father didn't abolish this sect of the castle when he became king or refurnish it to block those painful memories or order the servants and relocate all of Lucien's books and research in a separate room.

Instead, he just sealed the room and told him that only he or Adam should enter when Logan or Adam became king.

Over the years, even before Logan's expedition to Aurora, Logan understands why. These books that surround the walls of the room were studies of the magic of the Old Kingdom. Through their magic rituals, technology that Logan could never hope to replicate, and the creation of Legendary Weapons such as his Judge's Steel. These books were far too valuable and too dangerous to let just anyone have access to them, but the Darkness approaching Albion was far too grave and let some researchers of the Avo Tear project replicate the Legendary weapons. He even gave them his Judge's Steel in hopes of replicating the righteous blade or being able to wield his mother's sword once again.

Beside Logan's desk were stacks of documents of the result of the failed Avo Tear project. A tray of his half-eaten food and books from the Old Kingdom and his father's Hero Guild Seal. Logan held his father's seal with a grim defeated expression.

He would never become the Hero King that gave Albion hope in their darkest hours, but he will become the Hero his kingdom needs.

"Your Majesty, Sir Hobson is here." One of his elites announces as he knocks through the door.

"Let him in." Logan orders as his royal advisor enters with a clipboard in hand.

Hobson was a semi-obese old balding man with gray hair at the side and back of his scalp. His furnished white trouser was tucked reach to his pot round belly, wearing a regal noble coat with golden decorated trims, and a white handkerchief around his neck.

"Your majesty a pleasant evening is it not." Hobson greeted, trying his best not to temper the young king.

"It's night and skip the formalities, why are you here?"

Hobson loosens the collar of his handkerchief as he swallows a nervous lump in his throat, "Sir Adam's engagement party is about commence at 'The Cock in the Crown Pub'. I already received word from Walter that Lady Elise is luring Prince Adam to the pub."

"I'm not coming I have important matters that I need to attend to," Logan answered bitterly.

"Of course, your grace…" Hobson said uneasily, "Uhm… my lord, they're another matter I want to discuss about the finances of the kingdom." He gulped as Logan glared at him with a seething gaze. "I know we had this discussion before, but just all of the treasury resources are focused on military affairs rather than other areas the kingdom desperately needs. Reports of riots began to make the surface of the regions across Albion. Prince Adam's presence as the Royal Captain kept the citizens in Bowerstone in peace despite his qualms with the Elite Guard."

"After Adam and Elise's wedding, they would be setting sail to Oakfield and not return to Albion's capital and become a duke ruling aside with Elise. The Royal Guard would be dismantled and be absorbed into my elite and soon the standard guard. Why are you telling me this?" Logan sneered as Hobson's forehead began to sweat.

"Well, rumors spread of a protest at the castle during the young Prince's wedding. The people of Bowerstone are scared that if Prince Adam leaves the Elite Guard would have full control of the security in Bowerstone. Your brother keeps both the Royal, Elite and the standard guard in check to not abuse their power. Not to mention his skills as a warrior and leadership brought Bowerstone crime rate down immense. I fear if he leaves Bowerstone might deal riots rather than the protests we come accustomed to."

"Then I shall deal with them when he leaves. Do you understand?" Logan sneered almost losing his patience. "Is that all Hobson?"

"Y-yes your grace… may I take my leave?" Hobson wither.

"You're dismissed," Logan answered and turned his back from him as Hobson left shutting the decorated lion wooden door.

Logan took a step closer at the edge of the circular large sculpted stone with graving of the Hero Guild Seal. Taking a deep, tired breath in hesitation. For what her about to do is for the good for Albion and when the time the Darkness comes, they would survive.

"Farther forgive me for how I lead the kingdom to be as it is. Forgive me as I use the device of your worst enemy. Forgive me as I will stand where your sister died. Forgive me as I stood where your world was taken from you when you were just a child. Mother I have failed to wield the Judge's Steel for the path I walk is not out of righteousness but out of survival of our people. I failed the both of you." Logan solemnly admits and looks up at the stained-glass crescendo of a cloaked figure soaring above the fire the cloak caped levitated as they were wings and holding up a crown up high as it illuminated like a sun. Logan stepped inside the Hero Guild Seal sculpture as a blue glow from the panel sculpture illuminated and brightened the room, "For what I do is for Albion!"

The blue glow shifted to a malicious red as Logan was lifted into the air. He felt it, he felt the power flowing within him was dormant, but rising like a phoenix from the ashes. The power of Strength, Skill, and Will flowed within his body. Logan roared as the red glow consumed him and the entire study.

Two of Logan's Elite Guards bursts through the door with their swords ready.

"YOUR MAJESTY!" They shouted but sheathed their gaze from the crimson light as it faded.

Logan slowly descends to the sculpted floor of the Hero Guild Seal. Faded black feather-tattered wings sprouted from his back with a crimson blood glow at the top of the blank angelic wings that covered much of the demonic wings. Rune curve symbols spread all over his body in a crimson glow. He was crowned with a sprouted faded black blooded upward devil horns from his forehead.

Logan guards dropped their swords and crotch in fear pleading for the lives of the demon in front of them.

"Forgive me…" he whispers to himself as a single tear dropped from his right eye.

xxx

"I'm wondering if Ben is standing in the hedges of the top door or hanging on the beams from the ceiling holding for dear life." Adam mused suggested byElise in arms locked.

The two were at Bowerstone Market just outside the front door 'The Cock in the Crown Pub' lights were out a surprise for them from his men in the cozy tavern. The young Prince often comes here with his men to let down some stress that wasn't training, he starts going less after Ben is stationed at Mourningwood. The lights out were probably attempting to ambush him like he always did when they were in boot camp together.

"I'm going with standing behind the hedges, with the wedding coming he wouldn't ruin that handsome face of his for the bride's maid," Elise smirked.

"Handsome?" Adam goaded in a false sense of jealousy, "Should I be worried about an affair with my best man and my bride."

"Please..." Elise mused with a chuckle and pinched Adam's cheek which he couldn't help but chuckle, "And lose this Adonis beside me." She cuddles to Adam's chest as she rubs her body to her fiancé in an attempt to arouse him which is succeeded by Adam glowing red as a tomato and begins to feel something sharp from his lower end. "Besides those novels where the bride leaves the groom with best man or some other rando are horrendous despite how badly the author tries to sound as romantic as possible."

"I still think you are too harsh with your reviews when the author ever brings that cliché." Adam chided while wrapping Elise's belly pressing her back closer to his abdomen.

"You tell me how romantic it is for some winch to leave the groom when it's supposed to be the happiest day in their lives for the other?" She lectures with sharp sarcasm, "It's worse if they just met." Elise ended her rant.

Adam laughed, "That's why I loved you."

"One of…" Elise chided with a linger pout.

"The many reasons I love you." Adam chuckled his bemused eye rolling with a blush.

"That's what I like to hear. Now come on we better not keep our guest waiting." Elise cheered and grabbed Adam's arm as they opened the tavern door.

Adam and Elise separated as he took the lead opening the tavern door gently and took the first of the darkroom as Elise was outside at the edge of the entrance. Adam heard the crack of a wooden beam behind him and took a step to his right evading the falling body that would have landed on top of him.

Adam smirks with his hands on his hip, "So what were you hiding this time Ben, the door hedges or ceiling beams?" He gloated.

"SURPRISE!" The party guests cheered as the tavern lightened up, revealing everyone. Walter, Jasper, and Captain Bob Daren at the bar. Elise's parents Hubert and Eliot Oak were beside the tavern piano both black and blonde hair had a trace of gray with a few wrinkles.

Both the standard and royal guards that Adam works alongside over the years pop up as well hiding behind the sofas and armchairs of the livening room of the tavern along with Elise's personal castle staff.

"S-surprise…" Ben whimpers as he grudgingly gets up. Lucky for him he did not receive any bruises, "It was the beams by the way." Ben fully reoperated as he put his arms around both Adam's and Elise's shoulders separating the two in between, "If it isn't my favorite royal couple can't wait for the big day?" Ben cheered with his goofy smile.

Ben Finn, a roguish handsome young man in his mid-twenties, pinkish white skin, a long messy left wave comb blonde hair along a mutton chop bear. Wearing the standard guard uniform but has the red sleeves removed to reveal the white cotton blouse shirt he wears underneath his military uniform. The only attire that was absent in his person was his weapons.

Adam smirked, "This must be a vacation for you. Last time I was at Mourningwood, Major Swift worked you ragged after the Hollow Man attack."

Finn chuckled as he let go of the marrying couple and jokingly punched Adam in the arm, "Laugh it up all you want. I happened to be promoted captain last year and got myself Legendary Weapon." He gloated proudly with a pointed thumb at his chest.

Elise chuckled, "With that progress, you be a general in no time."

Ben gave her a jokingly gentleman's bow, "A compliment from the beautiful bride is more than praised worthy."

"Okay, okay, enough sucking up to the couple. LET'S PARTY!" Walter cheered from his stool with a raised mugged beer at hand.

For the past hours laughter and the reek of alcohol overwhelmed the tavern. Walter had Ben in a headlock retelling his story of when he was a young guard before the Aristocratic War with the other guards. Elise was with her parents giving her advice for the upcoming wedding and preparations for her and Adam becoming the next lords of Oakfield. While her female staff were enjoying tea and crumpets with Jasper.

Adam leans back on the bar stool enjoying the sight. He already had his fun and now just taken a breather from the celebration, Elise was more sociable than he was. If it wasn't for her parents to keep her in check, she would drink Ben under the table.

"Had your fill of fun?" Bob asked with a coy smirk beside the bar with a mug in hand.

"Elise is more a party animal than I am. Besides, I want to do one last patrol in Bowerstone before the wedding. So whatever Walter and Ben's plans had for my bachelor party has to be canceled."

"Always the workaholic." Bob chuckled as he took a sip of his beer.

"It's my last duty as a guard. I want to make sure Bowerstone…" Adam paused in a sobering frown not sure what to say.

After he left Bowerstone the Commandant would have nearly full control charged of the guard in Bowerstone. That brute is known for doing 'questionable' actions to get results, that is practically why Logan put up with him. His brother's radical change from his exploration to Aurora loosens Commandant chains more and to be frank, his brother's policies of keeping the peace are the equivalent of stepping on eggshells. Walter and Bob… Thank Avo they manage to back him whenever his brother or that disgraced Commandant keeps them in check as much, he hates to admit Logan was losing himself more with each passing day.

"Do I even have the right to leave?" Adam mutters to himself as he sits on the bar stool beside Bill.

Bill solemnly hummed in contemplation and signaled the barkeep with a raised hand for a pint for the prince as he did so.

"I never did tell Walter my time at the Spire. Did your father till his experience?"

An awkward eerie silence falls between the two men, and the cheers of celebration are muffled by the two soldiers at the stall. Adam his solemn gaze at his pint of beer, clutching the wooden mug with a vice grip that the mugged leaked small streams of beer at all sides.

"No… but I heard stories of the victims that he brought back to life from the Spire," Adam answered with hesitation.

"From the Old Guard." Bob clarified as Adam nodded in clarification.

Bob let a somber chuckle, "Before the time of Red Coat Guard, Albion was in a time of turmoil and I'm not talking about the nobles competing for the throne before your father rises to power. Monsters, cultists, bandits, and the Spire Guards plague Albion like a plague. I was a young lad when I joined the guard, younger than you. I joined for the pay and I thought my family would be protected if I joined." He took a huge gulp of his beer as he continued, "I killed the leader of a gang of bandits in the assault at his hideout in retribution for the fleeing bandits that survived the slaughter, my family. Their charred bodies are still engraved in my mind of that burning house, thankfully my wife escaped."

"Bob, I'm sorry." Adam sympathies with a reassuring hand on Bob's shoulder as he shrugs him off and he takes another sip of his beer with an added with a tired sigh.

"Then the Tattered Spire…" Bob snarled in venom. "I left the guard, headed to Westcliff, and joined the Spire Guard. The biggest fucking mistake of my life. Before I joined them, I heard rumors of 'unnatural' experiments Lucien was committing. I didn't think much until I saw first hand…" Bill took another sip, pouring down his beer, his throat. "When my mind was shattered when the Commandant killed me with his lightning. My last thought was of Sarah. If it wasn't for your father, my little girl would have never been born into this world." Bob smiled with drops of tears pouring down to his chin, reminiscing of holding Elizbeth in his arms. She was so small when he held her.

"Is that why you rejoin the guard and swear your sword to my father during the Aristocratic War?"

"All victims of the Spire that your father brought back to life and common folk of Albion raised their swords alongside him." Bob's jovial response with a hearty chuckle.

"Captain Daren, I'm not trying to sound ungrateful, but why are you telling me this."

"When Sparrow becomes king, he took the responsibility with the crown. The same goes with Logan, I have faith in the man that he will stir himself to the right course, Walter, Jasper, and I will be certain of that. You are not burdened with the kingdom on your shoulder." Bob puts a reassuring hand on Adam's shoulder as he fully turns to him. "You have a beautiful woman who loves you. Go to Oakfield and live your life." Bob left the tavern giving Adam a pat on the back as he left for the night.

xxx

Laszlo sighs pinching the bridges of his nose as insults and arguments erupt in the inn keep within district Bowerstone Industrial. Committee leaders representing every district within Bowerstone city, not of noble blood, but educated and good men… also worried.

Prince Adam Black and Lady Elise Oak's wedding has been anticipated by the common folk. When it came to any other lord or noble, they couldn't care less, but the royal couple had helped the common folk more than any other. More so than their king could ever could. Prince Adam kept King Logan's guards in check from harassing or abusing their authority. He voices the community leader's grievance to the king and on most occasions, manages to convince King Logan to lower the insane taxes heights. With him patrolling the streets of Bowerstone they felt safe with him leading the helm alongside the elite and standard guard.

Lady Elise blesses her heart. Donates food and medicine with her funds, connection, and influence with the other nobles. By using Laszlo and other community center leaders as a proxy to consolidate the needs of their people. It was because of her that his people didn't have to fret too much when it came to funds of King Logan's taxes height… For the most part at least.

All the more worrisome that both standard and elite guard would absolve to the Logan guards. The Purple Coats captains are more akin to authoritarian thugs and their subordinate's fair no better. It doesn't help the one to replace Prince Adam was the Commandant of all people if Page spies' informate was accurate.

"People, please calm yourself!" Laszlo pleaded as he approached the center of the crowd, opening up a wide space and gaining the attention of the crowd. "I'm just uneasy about Prince Adam leaving Bowerstone but simply shouting at each other won't get us anywhere."

"If Prine Adam left the Commandant would get full control of Bowerstone guard!" An off-duty factory worker yelled, still wearing his brown fire-resistant overalls covered in soot. "Just a week ago I nearly got sent to the other end fire line of Logan goons for speaking up that the children were being overworked by Reaver damn factory. If it wasn't for the good prince's intervention, I would have been merely a Wisp cursing our 'benevolent' King Logan beyond the grave!" He shouted, before spitting a salvia at his side just mentioning the king's name. "Tell me Laszlo, what are we going to do when the Commandant takes the reins of Bowerstone!? Start another petition!" The factory worker argues with a frustrated condescending batter breath.

"The last pentation work," Laszlo argued. "Prince Adam hears our words and manages to convince King Logan to replace the Logan Guards with Royal Guards and the standard guard. Prince Adam managed to arrest a crime lord just the morning. So please don't fret about the prince's departure our voice is being heard." He tries to reason with a weary voice.

"The prince heard us, not the king." A woman retorted this time, a baker this time. Still wearing an apron covered in flowers. "I was a teenager when the Hero King took the throne..." She whimpers with a shaky voice, water starts to leak from her eyes, "Our lives brighten. Our voices and needs were being heard. Food and medicine were less expensive. More people were starting to read. Schools were being established all over Bowerstone." The water in her eyes burst as tears leaked, "My husband and I struggle to put food on the table while paying high taxes. The grocery price is too high, if it wasn't for Lady Elise's donations my family would have starved. Our once great schools are replaced by these curse factories. I pray to Avo we return to those bright days, of the fret my children's future." The baked collapsed to her seat covering her face with her hand as she cried as her husband consoled her.

The rampant arguments continue as a frustrated sigh escapes Laszlo's lips as he exits the innkeeper, ragging his face with the palm of his hand, sitting on the porch steps of the inn.

He couldn't blame them for their concern, they were scared, HE was scared of what future Bowerstone have without Prince Adam halting King Logan's fury and the brutality of the Commandant. Bowerstone being Albion's capital receives lesser punishment from the other regions of the country, despite how hard it is for those within the city to disbelieve. Prince Adam manages to be the voice of reason to Logan. Though gossip from the castle staff spread Prince Adam and King Logan's arguments were getting louder, even shouting. Some even say that Ser Walter has held off the good prince from his brother before a brawl commences. Whatever sway Prince Adam had King Logan's ear began to falter.

"It didn't go well, did it?" Came a new voice.

"Page?" Laszlo sat up straight as he turned to her.

A beautiful slender woman with black skin, brown eyes, and black dreadlock hair that reached that she died to a ponytail that reached to her shoulder by the hole in her brown leather hat that modified of the absence the back scalp showing her ponytail. Her top was a brown leather and grey cotton, exposing her cleavage with a leather strap at the shoulder. She has fingerless grayish cotton gloves that reach to her forearm tied by multiple straps and brown leather straps. Her trouser was made of patches of loose brown leather, two belts on each leg were tied below the knee, and a long brown leather loosened boot with each boot had a belt that was tied just above the ankle. At her midriff was a long brown leather tabard made of leather patches that reached to her lower leg, equip two cannonball bombs at the back waist, a pocket watch hanging loosely to her right by a leather strand, along a steel flintlock pistol at her hostler, and her steel longsword by hostler to her left.

"I know there is discord, but never like this. I could hear them a block away."

"You want to join in the mayhem, be my guess." He expurgated, rubbing his tired face.

"Don't have to I know all too well what they are talking about. The resistance is already making their concern known of Adam Black departure from Bowerstone."

Laszlo says up straight and gawks at Page in bewilderment, "The resistance is worried that the captain of the Royal Guard is leveling Bowerstone. The best guardsmen of Albion history. Known to criminals as the Blood Prince." He overemphasizes disbelief with bitter humor.

"Despite my grievance with the king. I'm able to distinguish the two brothers. In truth, I wish Captain Adam was king instead of Logan." Page confesses with a nonchalant shrug shoulder.

"King Adam, that's a nice ring to it." Laszlo muse.

"Captain Adam kept focus on the real criminals within Bowerstone and usually turned a blind eye when comes to the resistance. He has my respect when comes to handling the guards, not sure how he would do with policy within the kingdom." Page admits.

Laszlo got up, "You didn't come here for the meeting. So why are you here?"

"To warn you. My spies inform me that more and more people are disappearing. Captain Adam found an uncharted grave outside the city. My people are trying to more info, but so far we had nothing."

"Are they going after children, as well!" Laszlo raised his voice in alert concern.

"So far no, but it best keeps your orphans in a close watch. Don't have them to wander too far."

"Believe me, I won't," Laszlo reassured in steel resolve.

"I don't know what's going on, but something big plaguing all over Albion."

xxx

"Well, that was an eventful night." Elise yawned while she coveres her mouth with Adam beside her passing by Bowerstone Castle halls heading to their apartment.

"That would be an understatement." Adam chipped in, "I never saw Ben this hangover before. I'm pretty sure he's butt naked right now running over the streets of Bowerstone." He mused with a chuckle earning a light slap chest from his bride-to-be.

"Adam, is that any way to say to your best man." She scolded suppressing her laughter, "If it wasn't for the two of us your pole up your rum being sterner than a longsword."

"I wasn't that stern as a child." Adam scowled, pressing tight lips and a light blush as he shifted his gaze from Elise which only made her chuckle as she pinched both of his cheeks. Dropping the stern prince's pouty face.

"I remember a cute little royal playing the guard as the young lords and children playing within the castle garden." She mused with a chuckle.

"And a spoiled noble that always gets me into trouble." Adam freed his face trying to repress his smile.

"Which you later fall in love and soon to be your wife." Elise laughed as she lay on Adam as he held her by the waist taking a good view of bride to be of her large breast. "Though these two help." Elise joked pressing her two large breasts together threatening to slip from her dress.

Adam blushed harder as he rolled his eyes.

The couple stopped their pace as they spotted the Commandant and a squad of Logan purple guards.

Adam scowled unable to alter his gaze off the purple guards. Elise looks upward, her stern gaze of five men following the Commandant as her teasing seductive demeanor falters.

"Those men used to be the standard guard of the city, aren't they?" Elise asks which Adam answers with a solemn nod.

Adam and Elise were greeted at their apartment by Adam's loyal companion Rex. The dog leaped at his owner showering him with kisses as the prince knelt to reach his dog height.

"Good to see your boy. Sorry, we couldn't bring you to the party." Adam smiled, patting the dog on the head.

"But you going to be at the wedding," Elise reassured as she knelt beside the owner and dog. Scratching Rex's neck as the dog lets out an aroused howl, his right rear leg pounded on the floor. "Also don't forget you coming with us to Oakfield. You like that boy?" Elise cheered, and Rex barked in agreement. "You sure we couldn't make Rex your best man." Elise laughs as she turns to Adam, but he doesn't respond.

His gaze was away from the two, blank in contemplation.

"Adam?" Elise asks in concern.

"Sorry, Elise it's just those guards had me worried." Adam ponders as he walks past her and Rex taking off the upper torso of his uniform, his bare pale pink white herculean tone chest, lean muscular waist, tone six-pack abs, broad shoulders along with strong muscular arms that bulge with the need of flexing.

To any maiden Adam's body was their wet dream, she used to be entranced and still is Adam's well-toned body, but what kept her trance over her lustful urges was the faded scars on his body, the experience of a dedicated guard. Many slash marks from the swords and cleavers of the criminals he captured or slew were faintly present along with surgical scars of previous gun wounds.

Out of all Adam's positive qualities, Adam stole her heart it was the dedication that was a true thief.

"I know Walter and Bob are going to make sure the Commandant is kept in line, but seeing those guards wearing the purple coat makes me uneasy. I felt like I'm abandoning my duty just leaving things as they are." He took off his trousers and boot leaving them to the floor only wearing his boxers covering the lower region of his waist, but exposing his muscular legs and firm cabs. "I know, I shouldn't second guess you after a week before the wedding." He admits with a tired sigh as he palms his face as they drag, unease riddles his feature. "I'm sorry. It's just-"

Adam's moral dilemma lost its focus with the gaze bewildered of a deer taking notice of a hunter.

Elise lay on the sofa in the room, her buxom slender body completely nude posing herself to her fiancé with her unblemished white, light tan skin lightened by the only source of light of their fireplace. Her long-braided hair folds together as a pillow for her, and her skinny arms reach her head posing her plump breast. Elise stomach was a mixture of soft and firm. Her legs that overlap one another were slender, her thighs thick. While not completely athletic Elise was fit, she was the best swimmer in all of Albion. If Adam hadn't known Elise since childhood, he could have sworn she was a mermaid or a siren. Though a siren is more akin to her mischievous nature. Even he had trouble keeping up with her during the underwater session back at Oakfield, and he was trained by Walter and his father to be peak physique.

Often when their dates take place the ocean, lakes, or her favorite underwater caverns. When she just alone or with Adam, Elise prefers swimming completely naked. To be exact, she prefers swimming completely naked indefinitely hence why she prefers to swim alone or with him. She does wear a bikini around with others for decency's sake. When Adam asks why. She said it made her feel like a mermaid being her favorite fairy-tale creature. Elise always teases him whenever she catches him being stunted in front of her with her long blonde hair loose and free levitated by the seawater. Her hips sway back and forth as she dives down the cave water canvas, plump breasts rise and fall.

No matter how matter how many times have their previous night of sexes together. The first time together being bare, under the water caverns of small islands near Oakfield holding each other mouths deeply entwined refusing to let the other go despite the only means of oxygen was the small gap of air above the cavern, will be ingrain to his memory. Each time they bed with each other, his thoughts trace back to that alluring memory.

Despite Elise's exposed position, her features weren't out of lust, but for yearning. Elise let out hues of a deep breath escaping her soft glossy lips. Her blue eyes stare back at Adam's brown chocolate eyes in hungry allure. She rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to hide her euphoria, the small trickle escaping from her lower regions to her thighs.

Elise got up from the sofa the fireplace immolating her flawless skin, tossing away her large blue bow and brown button bandana. With a single moment, Elise gently waves her long blonde hair with the slenderness of her finger undoing the crown braids and her multiple drills ponytail. Her wavy thin golden thread hair loosely covered her whole back to her ankle.

"Remember our promise together that we achieve our goals." Elise walks towards stunted Adam, her breast to his muscular chest, her soft belly feeling the firmness of his abs' their sight glues their face, only by instinct does Adam remove his boxer unable to leave his sight to Elise feeling the warmness of her body, "You gave me hope to encourage my dreams, to bring out my potential rather to stick the mediocrity of that require of me. Being in a loveless marriage with some random noble. I love your passion for our people, your dedication, your firm but gentle hands…" Elise felt Adam's hand at her waist, pressing closer to each other, "Your dedication." She caresses one of the numerous scars. "Adam whatever path you choose, I will follow…" Their face was just inches apart, "So please don't apologize to me."

They kissed, mouths entwining in hot passion each kiss suction sound and moans letting out the gasp of air suction sounds. They wrapped their arms around each other as they rubbed their body feeling their heat. Elise felt the hardened muscles and faded scars. With Adam's softness and warmth of her body, she lifts her right thigh to Adam's hip to bring him even closer to her.

Adam briefly broke their kiss and gently lifted Elise by her belly resting her on their bed as he lay on top of her. Elise blonde hair covered the mattress in a golden wave, she smiled in false surprise with arms arched above her head. Adam held Elise's upper back lifting her upper torso slightly as he gave her multiple kisses on her skinny neck and her fluster breast with his other hand to massage her right thigh.

"Ah…" Elise blushes in moan feeling the soft pressure of Adam's callus hand, she wraps her right arm around Adam's firm muscular neck attempting to not be completely ruptured.

For five minutes he kissed her neck and breast while massaging her thigh until she flipped Adam over to the other side of their bed. Slowly, she lowered down in a snail-paced crawl with each kiss to the prince's tone and scarred body. Letting a moan to his neck, chest, and abs as she stopped sitting upwards in the fridge of Adam's abs and lower region of his man hood. Her dainty fingers rubbed firm chest as the two stared in hot passion breathing heavily.

Elise left up her lower end rum as she felt him inside her with Adam grabbed her tight rear holding her in place.

"A-Adam…" Elise bemused with a moan raising her neck to her back as far as she could her long thin blonde hair locks draped her entire back for a couple of inches apart. Feeling up and down with Adam inside her each huff of breath escaped her lip, and sweat began to moisten her body to a gloss hue.

"AAH!" Elise yelped in pleasure exhaustion. They stopped both Elise and Adam were drenched with sweat glossing over their body. Elise held herself together placing her hand on Adam's chest, keeping her balance as she raised her hip from Adam's lower end as she collapsed on top of him, resting her head in part to Adam.

Soften sea water blue eyes stare directly back at the once steel focus chocolate brown eyes staring directly back at her. By instinct Adam grabbed the sheets of their bed covering them to their waist, his hand scaling the curves of her body.

"Elise…" Adam whispers endearments feeling her hand caressing his cheek.

"Adam, I will always be by your side and bring you back if you ever lose yourself. I said yes not because you're a prince or bring more standing in my house, but because I love you."

Elise gingerly placed her lips to his, Adam wrapping her arms to her back bringing her close.