A New Start

Locked in Altair's chamber, arms tightly bound around the slender waist of a pristine maiden with long blood-red hair pressed against his chest. Reina gulped, listening to the still rhyme of his heart pounding against his chest. She blushed, biting her lips, unsure how she came about this situation. 

She cursed, glancing down at the loose undergarments that had slipped away through the night and the overly large shirt that did nothing to stop Altair's fingers from reaching inside to her bare flesh, holding her down. And if things could not have gotten worse, Ren could feel an intense heat below Altair's waist, twitching with movement. 

'How did this happen?' Ren screamed inwardly, misty-eyed. She trembled, somewhat short of breath."Altair never used to twist and turn." And her mind fell to the thing pressing against her, twitching against her most sensitive, sending pangs of sweet pleasure through her mind.