Her Fiery Arrival - I
When Ansel awoke, Seraphina was still sprawled on his chest, slumbering soundly.
They had battled from eleven o'clock the previous night until six in the morning, leaving Ansel sleepless once again, with Seraphina having just fallen asleep ten minutes prior.
The room's self-cleaning spell activated, instantly extracting the scent that had permeated the room all night, and releasing a faint, soothing fragrance.
Although the spell could have been left on continuously, Seraphina seemed to enjoy the scent and, after one cleaning, blushed and asked Ansel not to clean it again.
At times, our young lord Hydral would ponder whether Seraphina's lack of self-control was due to her age of burgeoning desires, or whether the beast within her soul had developed this intense need after meeting Ansel?
It's hard to say, but if this topic were brought up in front of Seraphina, it would inevitably lead to a barrage of bashful punches from the shy wolf.