Azrael's eyes fluttered open, the snowy cave dim but warm around him.
He placed his right hand onto the cold, snowy floor, attempting to rise to his feet.
However, as he was getting ready to rise, he became aware of a subtle light presence weighing down on his legs all the way up to his chest.
Looking down, he saw Oliva asleep on his body, her long, milky platinum-white hair falling all over his body like clear crystalline droplets of rain running down and off the surface of a slick and glossy leaf.
Her head lay on his warm, scarred chest as her face snuggled up closer as if seeking to bury herself into his warmth with no apparent intention to emerge ever again.
Her body was pressed against his as hard and as close as she possibly could get, her hips pressed hard against his lap, the full, soft, warm, round curve of her behind fitted against him perfectly. Furthermore, her thick, strong thighs were shifting against him with subtle movement.
Not being able to resist anymore, he slowly lifted his hands and rested them onto her slender, soft, hourglass waist that was pressed lightly against him. His hands cupped her waist, feeling the tension and softness beneath.
His hands traced the gentle curve of her waist, feeling the soft dip before the swell of her hips, lingering as if memorizing every trace and carve of her waist.
Until his hands began to slide lower, fingers moving along the smooth line of her waist down to the curve of her ass.
Following the natural curve down to the rounded swell of her ass and the thick, smooth line of her thighs. They linger where her body was most soft and inviting.
His hands molded gently against the round fullness of her hips and the soft swell of her behind, feeling it shift and yield under his touch.
The warmth and firmness beneath his palms drew his attention to the smooth sweep of her thighs, each subtle movement emphasizing the curves he held.
Raising his two dark tails from behind him, he used them to gently grab onto her waist before moving his hands slowly up her body from her soft behind to her thick, firm thighs.
Her curvy, hourglass waist that his tails were brushing against. Slowly brushing past her back that arched with a quiet grace, a smooth expanse that was warm and delicate to his touch.
continuing up His fingers slipped gently through her pale, silken hair, the strands cool and smooth against his skin. He guided her head upward, tilting her chin until her beautiful face met his.
When he finally opened his mouth…. To ask His voice that was deep and smooth, while carrying that lazy warmth
"when are you going to stop pretending to be asleep Liv?, we both know you woke up long before me" he teased with a low laugh, knowing full well she was awake.
Hearing his voice sound in her ears as he teased her, her breathing stalled for what looked liked a fraction of a second before she began to shift her body until she was fully straddling his body her legs at his side back arching while facing him before she slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes where a delicate shade of rose pink, soft and luminous and almost blood tinted as she looked up at him A faint twitch ran through her ears, the tips quivering as she met his eyes which had a playful glint in them as he was waiting for what she would say.
Her gaze lifted to his with a spark of challenge, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. Her tone was light, slow, taunting "I was planning on waiting till you and your hands where done slowly exploring my body, so are you done Az? did you touch enough? are you satisfied?
Was my body to your liking?
As her questions reached his ears, he just continued to stare into her beautiful pink eyes with a small playful smile on his face as if her words didn't even faze him in the slightest while moving his hands away from her face to slowly dawn her her body
His hands traced from holding her chin to brushing past her neck, slipping to her sides of her shoulder until finally setting them selves firmly onto her waist his fingers resting just above her ass just waiting to go further down at the slittiest movement.
Before he finally answered her, His voice rumbled low, smooth and confident, carrying a teasing edge that matched her mischief perfectly.
"Yes while I will admit Liv, Me and my hands did quite enjoy exploring each and every one of your curves, but I didn't see you stopping me as they were and are still holding onto your waist, i don't hear you really complaining when they were Massaging your ass, I didn't feel you push me away as they were stroking your thighs or combing through your hair. So let me ask you this in return Liv, did my hold make you feel safe?, was my massage satisfactory?, were my strokes comforting?,
Was my touch to your liking?
As he asked each question Every word came out slow and measured, deep and warm, carrying both charm, command and quiet a confidence.
Hearing him question her in return a soft, melodic laugh slipped from her lips, delicate and bright, carrying a warmth that made his chest tighten. Her shoulders quivered slightly as the sound escaped, a gentle tremor of delight running through her."
Before she spoke again Her voice followed the laugh, light and teasing, carrying the same airy warmth that had made his chest tighten. Every word fluttered between amusement and challenge,
"Yes your hold did make me feel safe, your massage was more then satisfactory, your strokes where gentle and comforting
And yes your touch was to my liking and yes I did allow you to do all those things to me and I might even let you do it again another time if you tell me one thing Az."
So Az was my body to your liking?"
His voice was steady and calm, smooth as polished stone, carrying a quiet confidence that made her smile brighten even more.
"Yes it was, and I enjoyed every touch and every moment," he said, calm but playful beneath the surface, as if there was no doubt within his mind.