Bou and Rau short: Affection
The commander and the Den Asaan sat side by side before the crackling amber fire of the hearth in the commons each in their own particular chair, the heavy giant in his sturdy leather bound-barrel seat and the woman in her simple rest. They sat in a hallowed silence, the commander reading over her charge for the following day and the Den Asaan reciting his scriptures beside her. The woman began humming to herself without her notice and the giant peered over at her, seemingly to make her cease her incessant din but truly only to appreciate her gentle and muffled trills all the more. He knew her to be not the more proficient of vocalists however her efforts were appreciated all the same as the sound of his mate's voice was pleasing to him in any regard.
When she had finished her distracted tune, the giant slowly lifted his large hand and crawled his calloused fingers over to hers. His fingertips gentle crept over hers and his colossal thumb grazed the back of her hand. The woman instantly looked up at her charge and noted the doting look in the giant's large, violet eyes.
"My, my, what's this?" she said in a wry manner. "Affection from the ruthless and strident Den Asaan? I daresay you are getting soft in your old age, Iimon Ghaala. What are you now, forty-nine?"
Where the giant would have retaliated with a fitting remark of his own, the remained silent and continued his browsing of her pleasing skin.
"And so young for a Haanta," the commander crooned, leaning toward him. "You haven't even reached middle age and you're already growing sentimental. It's quiet over for you, you know. Perhaps now I should ask for the outlandish favour of gaining two pieces of chocolate instead of one while you're distracted with your sentimentality."
The Den Asaan began to eye his mate with suspicion heavy in his glance until his gaze fell to the large bar of dark chocolate sitting within his wide lap. He looked at his beloved chocolate and then at his beloved mate and agreed that perhaps she had warranted one more, small piece if not for the tune she conveyed then for her notice of this response and attentiveness toward her. Without a grunt or a sigh, the giant broke what he believed to be a generous piece from his bar and placed it onto her lips for the pleasure of watching her open her mouth to receive it. She sounded her bliss as the velvet of the chocolate melted across her tongue and the giant suddenly leaned over from his place to join in her delectation. His long, hungry tongue parted her lips and hunted after the chocolate silk dancing between her rose-coloured cheeks. She ate from his tender lips and the giant groaned as he devoured her, holding her hand tightly within his as he osculated her, sharing in the delight he imparted. His lips wandered down the front of her neck and his angular nose grazed her, fondling her supple skin with his bridge.
The Den Asaan pulled away from his mate and exhaled with a sense of tranquility in his breath. The enthralled giant then made a comment on how his mate retaining the taste of another enjoyable delight made her even more agreeable to him and he quickly suggested her show her the sentiment he wished to convey on the ground before the fire.