As Aethera awoke, she felt a firm round object snugged tightly between her ample breasts. She turned her gaze downward to spot the face of the very happy looking and sleeping Kaldorei man snuggled between them. He was Taelaran the blacksmith’s apprentice. She had met him at the tavern the night before and had took him to bed! Even in spite of her being thousands of years older than him and that he was barely older than her own children.
Even now he was the spitting image of her long departed husband, Balror. She smiled slightly, stroking her hand through Taelaran’s hair as she so often did while Balror slept between those same bosoms - looking no less happy than the blacksmith’s apprentice presently did.
Of course he wasn’t her dearly departed husband and there was no sense in pretend he was. So she pushed his face and his entire body off of her on to the other side of the bed with a quiet grumble. The shove woke the sleeping Taelaran who rubbed his eyes from the bumpy awakening and peered at the Warden Mother.
”Ah, morning Aethera!” He said with a smile and a pleased look on his face. Eyeing the shapely older woman who had now moved to the edge of the bed, leaving him with a very nice view of that wonderful rear of hers - He resisted the urge to send a smack across it as it would likely be the last thing he did. He could still hardly believe he had gripped those large breasts in his palms and felt the strong pummel of her hips beat down on his cock. Had he died during that moment, he’d have died a happy man.
Aethera shot him a look over her shoulder. Taelaran almost retreated under the covers at it.
”S-sorry. Lady Leafwhisper.” he corrected himself, her sharp gaze turning away from him now that he had addressed her properly. He let out a quiet sigh of relief that he had gotten away with that. “I had a lot of fun last night. I hope you did too?” He asked with a warm smile.
”It was adequate.” Aethera replied coldly, stretching her arms above her head, her toned form and bank tightening and loosening as she stretched. She even bent her neck from left to right to stretch her neck muscles too.
Taelaran might have been offended or sad were it a normal woman who told him he was “Adequate”, but this was Aethera Leafwhisper. Warden Mother and all around badass in the Kaldorei community of the Broken Isles. For her to consider you adequate was quite a compliment in his eyes. “Good. I’ll make some breakfast for us before you head out.” he said kindly, sliding to his side of the bed and lifting his pants to slide them on.
He only got them on up to the middle of his thighs before Aethera’s voice stopped him.
”What do you think you’re doing?” She inquired coldly, looking back over shoulder at him again. Her expression firm and stone-like in that resting bitch face she always had. She may look like she was always annoyed about something, but it was merely the way she looked. For now though, she could tell it was for real.
”…Getting dressed to make breakfast?” He replied, his words sounding more like he was asking permission.
”We’re done when I say we’re done. Take your pants off and get back in bed.” She ordered, raising a finger to him.
”Y-yes mothe-..miss..Ahem… Lady Leafwhisper.” he stumbled over his own tongue, quickly tugging off his pants and flopping back onto the bed.
”Be hard by the time I finish my morning exercises.” She commanded again, pointing to his semi-erect morning wood. She could hear the plapping of his hand against skin as he jerked himself off at her order. She turned away, wearing a very small but clear smirk on her lips that he couldn’t see before she stood up to begin her exercises.