She gave a tiny, nervous nod, and slowly, he pulled the damp fabric down her legs, revealing finally revealing her most treasured place.
Her pussy was even more beautiful than he'd imagined. It was neat and dainty, just like the rest of her body, with delicate, slightly swollen outer lips the color of a pale rose.
A soft, silvery-blonde thatch of curls adorned her mound, and nestled within, he could see the glistening pink of her inner petals, already soaked with her sweet nectar.
A wave of shyness crashed over her the moment the fabric cleared her ankles. With a startled, reflexive gasp, she squeezed her thighs tightly together, hiding her flower from his view, her hands flying down to cover herself.
Elion didn't force her. He simply waited, his hands resting gently on her knees, a patient expression on his face.
"Isolde.... Look at me."
Very hesitantly, she met his eyes.
