The touch of the king is a gentle fire as his hands sink into Hisame’s flesh and adventure where they please; gliding over her most sensitive areas to find them salivating for more. The passion sealed in his lips is given in a deep kiss and exchange of breath. Like a tiny, breakable doll she’s held as he slips off his and her bottoms alike before he lays back and awaits her hopping on the pogo stick. An activity she’s all too eager to begin if not for the unpleasant feeling of being [i]watched[/i]; intrusion by an otherworldly audience. 

So Hisame turns to look over her shoulder as it glitters in sweat, slowly slipping her arms free of he top. Then she lifts the garment winks before throwing it to the floor and over the eyes of all onlookers as their vision goes black until their [i]marathon[/i] is complete. 

In exhausted aftermath she lay beside him wrapped in white bedsheets, panting in struggle to catch her breath and feel below the waist. Hisame’s arms are limp around his torso while her head spins in dizzy thoughts of sweaty silence. Silence broken by a weak yet jovial chime of laughter as she says, “You are indeed a generous king… I apologize, for it seems you have serve me more than I have you.” She crawls over the expanse of his chest to look into his eyes with softness and a smile, her heart still thundering against his. “May I ask about your homeland? Is it an island somewhere across the oceans? It is a place I have not heard of or seen.”