Huinesoron lounged against the wall, his bulging, muscular arms folded across his equally-buff, shirtless chest. He watched hungrily as his young pupil hacked away at the training post.

Iximaz's long, luxurious mahogany tresses were flying around her head like a halo as she wielded her blade with a near-perfect form. Actually, very perfect, Huinesoron thought to himself, his eyes taking her body.

The sword bit into the post, and Iximaz struggled to pull it free. Huinesoron sighed and moved behind her. Iximaz blushed when the elf wrapped his arms around her, easily pulling the sword free. He handed it to her, not failing to notice the thin sheen of sweat that glistened on her bare shoulders. Breathing heavily, her voluptuous chest heaving, she resheathed her weapon.

"You're coming along nicely in your training," Huinesoron said, a smile gracing his chiseled features.

Iximaz blushed prettily, her coral-pink lips turning up in a tiny smile. "Thank you, master."

"But you could be so much better," Huinesoron continued, as though she hadn't spoken. "If you just... listened more to your instincts..." His hands slid over her shoulders and traveled to the lacings on the front of the human girl's corset.

Iximaz's eyes gleaned as her own hands traced the contours of Huinesoron's bare chest. "But, master, what ever about your wife? And I myself am already in a relationship."

"They won't mind," Huinesoron said huskily, his lips brushing against her ear. "In fact, I passed by them on my way here. The rosebush was shaking quite badly."

Iximaz laughed, and the sound was like the pealing of a bell to Huinesoron's pointed ears. She ran her fingers through his hair even as he tore at her corset, ripping it off and tossing it aside. They fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs, kissing passionately.