Their love burns so bright and it’s so pure. He grasps her face and moves in for a kiss, laying her back. As their lips met for the first time they...knew they were destined to be together. Their soft lips pressed against each other a passion eroded within them. Her lips taste better than any wine he had ever drunk. He glazes in her vase beauty, looking at her in all her glory. He start to under dress her. Undoing each button slowly, then gently touching her skin with the back of his hand. Another moan escaped her lips, and she seemed to shift ever so slightly, but now Paras was beyond caring. His tongue was tracing the contours of her lips with increasing speed, his hands beginning to knead her thigh flesh on their own. "Ahhhh" her moans were growing louder, and she seemed to be trying to thrust her body against his face. Paras moved his hands to her buttocks, even as he allowed his mouth no respite from the tangy juices that were its reward.. She lay down on the bed to let her hair drop over the side of the bed. She decided to fix her hair up in a French braid. It was a shorter braid that way. She began braiding the hair. She started at the top and wove more and more hair into it until she got to the base of her neck. From there, she sat up and went to her make-up table. While finishing the braid, she noticed the note beside the clothes.The note said to wear what he had laid out; and nothing else. Sara went over to the clothes laid. He could also travel to the city of the dwarves of the Iron Skin tribe. There should be an ingenious human blacksmith there who had reached the highest honors of the dwarves. His inventions had brought great success to the Iron Skin tribe during the war, but he was considered conceited, vain and devoid of any inhibition. It would be easy to manipulate him and use his war weapons.He would certainly need the empire of High King Lex. The High King had a powerful army and many beautiful brides that.