Isolde was momentarily startled when Elion motioned for her to stand. He raised a small platform from the ground and sat down before gesturing for her to sit on his lap.
When she understood his meaning, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes darted around as though she were afraid the others would tease her.
Regardless, with Elion's hand gently guiding her, she gingerly lowered herself onto his lap.
Elion drew her back from her awkward position, allowing her to rest against his broad chest before wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her gently.
'She's so small,' he realized. After Celeste's recent physical changes, Isolde was now even smaller than her, though not by much.
Because of his physique, his body easily trapped warmth despite the cold, so easily enough, her body melted into his as he shared his warmth with her.
The feeling of her little ass on his lap was tempting enough, but it was her fragrance that truly drew him in. She smelled like fresh mint and vanilla.
