She was the beauty, so elegant in charms Lopt could not ignore such beauty for her hair of ruby ribbons, silky to the touch
Chapter Four. A trinket of Hope. As the sun began to rise giving a wintry haze upon the landscape outside the window, Manfred awake carefully casting his eyes down to the beautiful women still laid asleep beside him on the rug of the floor. He knew that it wouldn't be long before the bugle played out in the morning light to awaken the men ready for their day preparing them for another chancing glance, risking their lives and giving death across the war fronts.
Chapter Three. Dinner Elegance. Sofia had once again returned to her hotel room, she knew that Manfred would arrive later that evening knowing that their plans were fixed in place.
Chapter two. Trail of Innocence. Sofia awake the next morning to the sound of rain falling heavily against the glass of the bedroom window of her hotel room. She found it hard to pull herself from the warmth of her bed knowing that the winter chill was bitterly cold to the bone, but managed to leave the warmth and comfort of her bed and began to wash and prepare herself for what could be her life sentence.
Chapter One. Old Friends. Sofia bathed in the hot spring water, hidden within the woodland south to the town of Velu that was about a six minuets drive from the hidden air base of the widely regarded for their strength war effort of Jasta 2.
A deep bath filled with bubbles , a mix of imperial scents of moonlight delight. Warm waters sway with breath so smooth , garnet hair with bead-lets of water drip down across the skin of her silky bosom as those water drops returning to the pool in which she bathes her elegant figure.
The wolf may run upon his thunderous paws , hunting the scent of his lover, a lover that freely runs through the forest ahead.
Cradle me, nuzzle my neck , whisper words telepathically to me , tell me you love me , seduce me so my walls crumble and fall , yet all the way lay me beneath you while I gaze up into your baby blue eyes.