“I wanted to get you some ice cream, but out here ina humid jungle it tends to melt. The only way they could keep it cold would be to use magic. Apparently, it's frowned upon to use magic for refrigerating icy beverages."

"Y'know, I think I read once that people in the Middle East were finding a way to keep ice cool during medieval times," she countered.

“And if you'd taken notes, we could be having ice cream now." He playfully stuck his tongue out at her and set his own plate aside.

“Alright then, let's see." She stood up and glided over toward the other table on her bare feet. A glance over the array of food showed nothing available to tempt the sweet tooth. Except...

“Oooh! Honey! Wait, is it?" She reached out and poked her finger in a small bowl of the sticky, golden substance. Then she sucked it between her lips to test the flavour. "Bingo! Dessert is back on the menu!"

“You want us to share a bowl of pure honey? I think they used it to glaze the bird before they roasted it. Have you ever tried to have a spoonful of honey? It'll make you hurl," he countered, remaining cautious.

“Then we'll have to mix it with something." Determined not to be put off, she continued to look whilst holding onto her honey. "I know! What if we drip it onto my sweet, Little pussy? It'll be a whole new twist on your favourite meal!"

Gregory had the misfortune to have picked that moment to take a sip of his wine, and very nearly choked on it. After a little spluttering, he managed to focus his attention back on her. She was stood holding the little white bowl in one hand and looking at him with a smile he knew to be a precursor to naughty delights.

“I am definitely all for having dessert," he said.

“I thought that might change your attitude. Just a sec, I don't want to get my awesome new dress all sticky.”

He was then treated to her putting the bowl aside for a moment whilst she slipped out of the dress. It involved a lot of hip-wiggling as she pulled the clingy garment up her bare Legs and over her hips. She'd apparently foregone her bikini entirely, showing off the trimmed little patch of red hair between her thighs. Soon after, her midriff was exposed in all its sleek, toned glory before the undersides of her large breasts popped into view. He loved the way the dress lifted the hefty globes before they finally sprung free to bounce and jiggle enticingly before his eyes. With a final pull, the dress was off and she walked naked to her chair to reverently fold and place it on the seat.

More jiggling was had when she raced back to the table and picked up the honey once more, this time she walked back toward him with purpose and a smouldering look in her eyes.

“You know if you get a tasty treat after dinner then I want one too," she said whilst shamelessly eyeing the bulge in his robes.

“Oh, I reckon you'll be getting several tonight if you keep this up."

“Promises, promises." She wiggled her eyebrows at him and eventually came to stand before his side of the table, just beside him. He reached up to run his hand along her outer thigh, caressing the smooth skin and enjoying the hell out of the sight of her naked body.

She set her bowl of honey down on the table and scooched up to take a seat upon its sturdy surface. A simple white tablecloth overlaid the hard wood beneath. Once she was comfortably perched, she crossed her legs and leaned back on her arms.

“I think you're a little overdressed for this part of the date, baby.”

Vehemently agreeing with her on that, he rapidly began unravelling the dark robes from about his body. Now it was her turn to enjoy the show as his dusky skin came into the light, outlining his battle-hardened body. Other than the thin scar across his chest, a few cuts and scrapes served as the only reminders that he spent his days training with brutal warriors. The bruises that she'd known to be fresh upon him only the previous night were now nowhere to be seen. Whatever the hell the effect Arolius had on him, it seemed that the place didn't like to see him banged up.

Right then, as she appreciated the ripples of smooth muscle in his chest and his tight abs, she felt that the healing benefit wasn't all his. The invigored effect was especially apparent when it became clear that he wasn't wearing anything beneath the robes at all. It didn't take much for the loose cloth to part around the rising mast of his hardening cock. His last effort was placed into kicking off a pair of black boots, and sweeping the robes out from the seat beneath him to cast them aside on the dry grass.

“That better?" he asked.