ONE WEEK LATER
Tarifa stared at the sweaty bodies of her two lovers on her bed with a contented smile. The past week had flown by and it had been filled with pleasure beyond anything she had experienced up until now. Though Dysea had been confined to the upper levels of Mountain City away from the eyes of the common High Elves who lived there, she had not remained inactive. Her days were filled with helping Martin and his remaining people to set up a small encampment on top of the platforms where they had been evacuated too, and her nights were spent in rapturous bliss in the arms of Martin and Tarifa. They had spent a week exploring each other's bodies in exacting detail. Many times Tarifa had been content to watch Martin make love to Dysea in a way that always left her gasping and crying for more. His actions were more pronounced with Dysea, more methodic and precise. He lavished her with attention, and it was she who always ended up within his embrace when it was over.
