I pull her to me, covering her delicate white as a pearl body with mine. Malva obeys me as usually, arching her back while I am greedily kissing her breasts, sliding my hand between her legs. She moans sweetly as she runs her fingers through my long black hair. Malva has always liked my hair, and she always likes it long: the longer the better. I didn't mind. I'm ready to do whatever she wants. It’s even scary for me to imagine that in an odd, grotesque dream, I let that rogue, that half-breed cut off my beautiful long hair. 

She is slowly running her fingers through my hair. I thought that I would never feel her touch again, I was sure that my ears would never hear her languid sighs. She lifts my head by the chin painfully piercing me with the blue light of her eyes. With the despair of a drowning woman, I press my mouth against her lips as if inhaling the air.  Malva opens her mouth to touch my tongue with hers. She wraps her legs around me leaving almost no space between our bodies. My moans bounce off the high ceiling of Malva's luxurious bedchamber: I don't hush them, for I don't care if her serfs hear us. I just want to feel again.

 I sit on the wide windowsill watching the sunbeams that have already started illuminating the tall spiers, whimsical weathercocks, steep and complex roofs with poppy-red roof tiles, elaborate verge board trims along roofs’ edges, and chimneys. At a short distance you can see the royal castle nestled on a gentle hill, sometimes the royal castle is called the palace according to Westlandian custom, although, the strong fortress walls do not look like a palace at all.

 Malva's parents house is located on the first line like all the houses of the nobility and upper class. Her parents left yesterday on some government business, leaving their precious ‘virgin’ daughter under my strict supervision. Don’t be afraid, dear Malva’s mama and papa, I'll look after your girl, no doubt...

 I was hired a couple of years ago. Now I am an honorary witch in the service of a noble house: a prestigious, highly paid job, and, most importantly, I never part with my dear Malva, my sun and my moon. I often stay overnight in her room, especially when her parents leave; it’s actually funny because no one has ever suspected us: she is a noble lady, and I am a witch guardian who works for her and her respectable parents. It’s a typical situation for an aristocratic house to have a sorceress or a sorcerer, but I don't know how often rich damsels sleep with their witches. But more interestingly, Malva’s parents used not to trust battle male sorcerers, preferring human elite guards, but my gender was the most telling and the strongest argument influencing their decision. 

 “Eeeden,” she calls me sleepily and languidly, “This is very early for you to be up and about. My Crow has never been an early bird,” Malva chuckles.

 “I do keep on getting up early lately,” I speak in a bitter voice.

 “Poor babe, you must be really sleepy,” she says, frowning her delicate brow. “For the past few days, you've been staying with me until late, taking advantage of the fact that parents were either in the royal palace or attending early meetings at the town hall. But really, Crow, even the queen wouldn't wake you up before noon."

 “You are my queen,” I say it as usual. I'm a little bit confused about her words.

 “Bad dreams again?”

 “You can't even imagine. It feels like ten years have passed...”

 “Oh, love, I'm so sorry. We both ought to go to the herbalist healer and ask for a good sleeping remedy for you...”

 “Malva, I'm a witch. I can make a potion myself,” I laugh, kindly looking at her.

 “Let’s admit you are better at throwing fireballs and pulsars than cooking anything,” she smirks.

 I jump off the windowsill, cockily looking at her, “I’m pretty good at some other physical activities too, my lady.”

 My woman is slowly getting out of bed. She's marvelously naked. But not so long ago she was afraid to undress me, to say nothing about undressing herself in my presence. I remember how her white pearly cheeks blushed rosy when she was unbuttoning my trousers’ tiny buttons with her trembling delicate fingers. Now she’s standing in all her splendour: blond curly hair wraps around her shoulders in a white cloud, lightly covering perfectly pink nipples. Malva comes up looking up at me.

 “You were insatiable at night when you woke up, though we had made love just a few hours before.”

 “I am ready to do anything when you command me.”

 Malva laughs, "You commanded me at night."

 “I couldn't utter a word - my mouth and tongue were constantly busy, and you say that I commanded you,” I pout my lips.

 She hugs me, running her arms up my back. I breathe in the fragrance of her white hair, kissing her temple, cheeks, nose, as if deliberately avoiding her sugar lips.

“Stop teasing me! Kiss me on the lips, witch,” she says capriciously.

  Witch...

  “Yes, my lady.” If I had a chance, I’d never stop kissing her. Never...