Aura of a Palatine

It was noon when Zariel was snapped awake by the sudden bellowing of alarms. His sudden jerk released a tantalizing 'Ahh~' that sent a chill dancing along his skin. When he looked down, he realized a palm was latched onto Aurelia's tit. 

His mouth parted, but no words came to him. "I know they feel good, but are you going to let go?" Aurelia asked, trying to sound confident. But the coloring of her cheeks betrayed that hope. They certainly did feel good. 

"Sorry…" he muttered, pulling himself away. He stood from off the bed, suddenly aware of the absence of his tattered sword. Panic struck harder than any alarm as he surveyed his room, only to sigh. It was near the door. Had he dropped it there last night? He couldn't remember, not that it mattered. The only thing that mattered was that it was within the range of forty meters of Zariel. Anything more than that, and his soul would reject his body, turning to vaper.