The Azure Ice Cavern, Alaric's private sanctuary and the stage for Professor Maelis's exquisite downfall, was a place of profound, echoing silence. The air, usually crisp and cold, was thick with the lingering, musky scent of their marathon of passion. Alaric sat on the edge of the fur-strewn ice platform, his magnificent body still glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, a picture of sated, predatory power.
Professor Maelis lay nearby, a beautiful, broken ruin amidst the furs. Her athletic body, a testament to her Archmage power, was marked with the evidence of his claiming. Her breathing was deep and even, lost in the depths of an exhaustion so profound it was almost a spiritual state.
He had just finished his… final lesson… for the day. A lesson that had involved reasserting his dominance with a thoroughness that left them both breathless and her utterly, blissfully pliant.
