There was a twinkling in Azarai’s ear that pulled him from his slumber. He opened his eyes, blinking to clear the cloud of dreams, but his head still felt foggy. The twinkling sounded again and a warm sensation of light drifted across his neck. It pulled up the corners of his mouth and he felt good. The sensation ran down his shoulder and arm, stopping at his elbow. Azarai turned with a smile to gaze into the sparkling eyes of the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.

Her eyes were pools of pink and purple crystals, glittering with happiness. A rich and vibrant chocolate, almost red, color encased her skin, stretching over her delicate but strong frame. Tumbles of curls fell down her shoulders; texture impossibly soft and the same glittering colors as her eyes. A thin, baby pink dress draped on her frame loosely, showing off more than enough of her beautiful, dark skin. Azarai had never been so mesmerized in his whole life. In fact, he’d never seen anything or anyone so beautiful before. He felt as though his life could be complete if only he could stay by her side for all of eternity.

That lovely twinkling sound fell from her lips, plump and pink, as she leaned in closer to him. Azarai felt his heartbeat pick up and his brain refused to think of anything other than those lips.

He wanted to feel her more than anything.

He’d give his life up just to touch her once.

She was that beautiful.

She had a beauty that could tear nations apart or bring them together.

Her every wish was his every command.

Her whispers that flowed into his ears were euphoric; her gaze rose a wave a goose-bumps across his flesh, and her mere touch produced a shiver that shocked his entire body into a tsunami of pleasure.

Azarai’s whole world was a foggy cloud of euphoric pleasure,

                                                                                chocolate skin,

                                                                                          glittering eyes,

                                                                                                 and the pleasant soft scent of her curls.

It was unlike anything he’d ever experience; unlike anything he could have ever dreamed or imagined.

Unexplainable.

Unbelievable.

Incomprehensible.

Azarai didn’t know if hours or days past him by.

Time was irrelevant.

All that mattered was her.

                                        Her skin

                                                      Her smell

                                                                      Her touch

She filled him completely. There was no need to know whether it was night or day, or if days or weeks or even months had past by.

None of it mattered.

All that mattered was feeling her,

feeling pleasure,

capturing that feeling

and holding on to for as long as possible.

Nothing else mattered

Nothing else mattered

Nothing else mattered

Nothing else mattered

Nothing else mattered

Nothing else mattered

Nothing else mattered

Nothing else mattered

Nothing else mattered 

Nothing else mattered

Nothing else mattered

Nothing else mattered

Nothing else mattered

because 

she 

was 

beautiful 

lmao i'm literally sooo sorry for this

but i'm dragging this mystery out 

//pls don't hate me

the others will get their own mini chapter too

heheh