Redd As soon as he walked out of the garden and passed through the Dragon Tail Gate, Mesalia had already trotted over to greet him with her skirt in hand.
She was moving very fast, and her skirt lifted back as she walked, revealing the outline of her calves and boots.
Today, Mesalia is wearing a black velvet hooded robe trimmed with blood-red silk.
The robe is tailored to fit the lines of her body, and the belt at the waist is tightened very tightly, drawing the waist into a slender arc, and then unfolding downwards into a loose skirt.
The edge of the skirt is trimmed with a circle of blood-red silk piping, which is particularly eye-catching on the black velvet background.
The most eye-catching thing when running is the waves on the chest, especially the two touches of snow-white that are about to come out. Although the neckline of the robe is not too low,
But in the bumps of her running, the two plump outlines were clearly visible at the neckline, and her skin was so fair that it glowed with a moist glow in the dusk.
Her hair was scattered behind her shoulders, and was blown back by the wind caused by running. A few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks and neck.
There was an expression filled with anticipation and joy on her face, and her sea-blue eyes reflected the last light in the dusk, like two lamps that were lit in advance.
When Messalia rushed over, Redd opened his arms and embraced this beauty who warmly greeted him.
Her body crashed into his arms with a sense of inertia. He caught her, put his arms around her waist, and placed his palms on the fabric of her back.
Her body exuded a mixture of the fragrance after bathing and the warmth of body temperature. That smell made him feel a familiar and comfortable relaxation after the exhaustion after a long flight.
He felt the warmth of her snow-white soft skin reaching the palm of his hand through the thin layer of black velvet, and smelled the alluring fragrance emanating from her body. That smell did not come from any perfume, but her own breath, a clean, warm smell that was retained after bathing and dressing.
The two reunited after a long absence. His palm moved slowly on her back, sliding down from the shoulder blade to the waist, feeling the undulation of the muscles under the layer of fabric and the outline of the spine.
Her body tightened slightly in his arms, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her fingers gently tightened on the back of his neck, as if to confirm his presence.
The two passionate people naturally couldn't wait. Redd picked up Mesalia, her body seemed light and obedient in his arms, her legs naturally wrapped around his waist, the skirt hung on the outside of his arms, and the blood-red piping looked like a stretched, flowing trace in the dusk.
He walked quickly in the direction of Stone Drum Tower, his boots making a quick and even sound on the stone pavement. Stone Drum Tower is the tallest tower in Dragonstone Castle, and it is also the private living space of Redd.
He pushed open the door on the ground floor of the tower and walked up the spiral stone steps. His steps were steady and fast, and the weight of Messalia in his arms barely affected his pace.
He kicked open the door to the living room on the second floor, walked in, and closed the door with his heels.
The sound of the door closing echoed inside the tower, then was absorbed by the surrounding stone walls and disappeared into the semi-enclosed space.
The sound in the room became indescribable.
It was noon the next day.
The sunlight slanted in from the high windows of Stone Drum Tower, spreading a warm golden color on the stone floor, giving the edges of the scattered clothes in the room a soft halo.
The smell of last night still lingers in the air, a mixture of sweat, body temperature and something more private that only remains after two people's bodies are repeatedly entangled.
Last night Mesalia was too enthusiastic.
The two fought hard all night. After all, they hadn't seen each other for a long time, so Mesalia's crazy request last night was understandable.
She seemed to want to pour out all the longing she had accumulated during the separation. From the moment Redd carried her into the room, she never let him stop.
Her fingers scratched his back, leaving a few light red marks; her teeth bit his shoulder, leaving a few faint tooth marks; her legs wrapped around his waist, and her ankles crossed and tightened on his back, as if to lock him into her body.
It was almost dawn when Mesalia collapsed and the two fell asleep.
When she relaxed for the last time, she collapsed on the bed. Her breathing was rapid and disordered, her chest heaved violently, and her skin was covered with a layer of fine sweat beads, which glowed with a moist sheen in the morning light.
Then she closed her eyes, her breathing gradually slowed, and she fell into sleep.
Redd also lay down next to her, closed his eyes, and took a short rest in the light of Dawn.
So even at noon, although Redd woke up, Mesalia still showed no sign of waking up.
Their clothes were scattered on the floor of the house.
Mesalia's black velvet hooded robe was crumpled into a ball and piled on the ground next to the foot of the bed. The blood-red silk piping protruded from the black fabric, like a trace that had been stretched and stagnated in the air.
Redd's robe and shirt were thrown on the chair by the door, and his pants and boots were scattered on the route from the door to the bed, as if they had been taken off as he walked.
Most of the quilt fell outside the edge of the bed, a small part was still covering Mesalia's waist, and the rest was piled on the ground at the foot of the bed.
Redd lifted up the quilt and got up naked.
Just as he was about to get up, he found Mesalia, who was also naked. One of her long legs was still hooked on his waist, and half of her body was leaning on him.
The leg stretched out from the quilt. The skin was white and smooth, with a warm luster in the afternoon sun. The line from thigh to calf was smooth and slender, the ankle was slender, and the toes were slightly curled, like unconscious movements in sleep.
Her upper body was also leaning on his side, her head resting near his shoulder, her long golden slightly curly hair scattered on the pillow and his arms, with a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks and lips.
Her breathing was even and slow, her chest rose and fell slightly with each breath, and light blue blood vessels could be seen under the thin layer of skin on her breasts.
Redd could only take out her left hand that was being pressed, very gently, to avoid causing too much friction when the arm was removed from under her neck.
Then he gently moved the snow-white thighs that were hooked around the waist, and when his fingers touched the warm skin on the inside of her thighs, she moved slightly, and her lips let out a vague, sleepy hum, but she did not wake up.
He put that leg on the bed and then successfully got out of bed.
His bare feet stepped on the stone floor. The stone slabs were warmed by the residual heat of the fireplace and the afternoon sun. There was a comfortable warmth on the soles of his feet when he stepped on them.
He picked up a loose robe from the ground and put it on to cover his muscular body, then turned and glanced at Mesalia on the bed.