He seemed mostly fascinated in touching her, in as much as something faceless and inexpressive as he was could seem any particular way at all. He left one tendril to her grasp as others formed, still careful as could be as they slid over her body. There were so many things to touch on a human. The hands, the arms, the soft hair haloed around her head, her legs, her robe...
Two smaller, more precise tendrils prodded at her robe, seeking how it functioned to cover her. Her skin was warm and soft and unlike anything he'd ever felt-- fire was warm, but it burned to touch it. Her warmth felt good, tempted him to enjoy more.
Even in his haste to pull her robe apart and place his first tendrils against the bare skin of her stomach, he took it slow. He must be slow, the priestesses all told him, slow and delicate. It would not do to harm his Bride, no matter how eager he may feel to pour himself within her, to change for her, to form his unsculpted essence into something inspired by her.
With some fiddling, he pulled away the fabric of her robe and set to tracing the shape of her body, its resemblance to what they taught him.
It was a word they used sometimes, and one of the priests had used it with regards to her earlier. He did not know what it meant, but he remembered it, and he connected it with the sight of her lying beneath him. She was beautiful.
A month late. But HELLO
Two smaller, more precise tendrils prodded at her robe, seeking how it functioned to cover her. Her skin was warm and soft and unlike anything he'd ever felt-- fire was warm, but it burned to touch it. Her warmth felt good, tempted him to enjoy more.
Even in his haste to pull her robe apart and place his first tendrils against the bare skin of her stomach, he took it slow. He must be slow, the priestesses all told him, slow and delicate. It would not do to harm his Bride, no matter how eager he may feel to pour himself within her, to change for her, to form his unsculpted essence into something inspired by her.
With some fiddling, he pulled away the fabric of her robe and set to tracing the shape of her body, its resemblance to what they taught him.
It was a word they used sometimes, and one of the priests had used it with regards to her earlier. He did not know what it meant, but he remembered it, and he connected it with the sight of her lying beneath him. She was beautiful.