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Post by StarShine on Aug 2, 2010 21:22:50 GMT -5
The males ate at least their own weight in food before passing out on the massive, luxuriously soft bed they had eventually found. Lissa lay next to her newly found mate, dozing without resting; protective. She wasn't sure what she was protective of, as there was naught but them and their bondeds within the massive room, but she remained wary.
Shifra knew it was instinct. Her human had just watched her mate struggle, had seen him suffer, and would not willingly lower her vigil for some time because of it. He would remain safe; hers.
The dragonlet that was curled against her side was to be her own mate, she knew. Part of her - a very small part - rebelled against the idea. To have her life-mate chosen for her, from nothing but the actions of the bonded! In the wild... If they had remained wild her mate would pursue and impress her, spending hours in aerial acrobatics as he proved his worth to her, be it for a season or a life.
Female sensibilities of Fate handing her who she was to be with aside, she was sure that this little bronze one would prove to be a good mate, once grown. He had the beginnings of promising horns curling his head that she believed would prove rather impressive. There was also a.. Tenacity to him that she admired. His body was young, but he, himself was not. That was utterly impossible to miss.
Still, it wasn't in her nature to make it that easy for him. They had much to speak of.
Then her attention was diverted as Lissa sat up, smoothing back Pann's hair as he stirred. Their sleep was ended.
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Post by Draekath on Aug 4, 2010 20:06:29 GMT -5
He thought he had died, when he first woke to a vision of soft skin and flaming ringlets. Surely he had to have died and now floated in a realm in between, waiting for his beloved to join him. There was no other reason he could imagine waking up in her arms.
Then it all came crashing back in, every excruciating detail. The dragonlet hadn't killed him, thankfully - but he had been in an entirely new danger, one he had never dealt with before. One that tested his mentality, his very mettle, to see if he could outwit death yet again. It had never worried him before, but now, as he considered what he had very nearly lost, his chest tightened.
What he had nearly lost - yet won, in the end. It had all been to win her, this strange woman who knew how to play, who climbed up cliffs to peer at the strange figure that stood watching. The one who had searched, just as he, for some kind of spark to light fire in their veins.
Mine.
The thought was absolute. Without even so much as a hint of flickering humanity, he fell upon her, his lips at her throat, her mouth, her shoulder, as he cupped her hip and forced himself between her legs, holding her against him. He could feel - sense - others in the room, but to Hell with them. The one was practically his own same self any way.
He was alive, hale enough and now not only had a woman he would marry - and he Would marry her properly, just to rub it in everyone's faces - but a bonded dragon to match, a test of his worth as hers. He had passed; it was time to celebrate.
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Post by StarShine on Aug 4, 2010 20:24:50 GMT -5
She was beneath him in an instant, before she could even blink, and in the next she'd rid them of all those annoying clothes. They were in their own room, and her instinct was still screaming at her to keep hold of him, make him safe, make him hers.
He surprised her - they had been eager before, but there had been none of this possessive urgency, no demand at all. She liked it, finding she had finally found a male that could not only keep up with her but make her work to win, if she even did.
Her legs parted like water for him and she lifted her hips, pulling him down and digging her nails in his back as his mouth possessed her. She though she had a basic idea of what to expect - pure heat, raw passion, an experience that would be more than an experimental fling.
Staying under him was simply not going to happen though.
A simple twist of her body and she managed to maneuver herself so that neither was on top, turning as she slid out from under him. In a breath she found herself with her back pressed against him, his hands still clinging.
She was on her side, unable to move save to wriggle farther from him, with his hands all over her.
Oh crud. That may not have been the best move to make if she wanted to make sure he couldn't take this possession any farther. Earlier they had possessed one another, and before she had always been the huntress.
Think, think, think, she chanted in her head, but nothing would come. In some obscure part of her, she realized she didn't really want it to. She had wanted to find the one to ignite passion in her. She had - and it was fixing to completely consume her.
Crap.
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Post by Draekath on Aug 4, 2010 20:33:31 GMT -5
She certainly knew how to play, the delicious tease. As she melted out from under him he gripped her hips and pulled her back, latching his mouth onto the back of her neck and letting out a low groan as her scent surrounded him. Damn, the very scent of her!
It was a simple matter of slipping his leg between hers and propping it up for him to ease into her, already so familiar he couldn't remember what any other woman had felt like. He hooked his arm under her knee and pressed deep, gasping as her thighs still pressed together enough to make his eyes roll. So tight. Impossibly tight. She had to have had a whole slew of lovers in her time, but she felt nearly untouched.
He couldn't taste enough of her, couldn't get her close enough as he pressed against her back, draping her leg over his hips and pressing his hand against her stomach. He had to get more of her, all of her. His Lissa. His wife. His mate.
Mine!
His now, by right. Forever. He'd make sure she knew that.
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Post by StarShine on Aug 4, 2010 20:41:46 GMT -5
Well. Someone certainly felt better, that was for sure.
The ironic notion flicked through her mind an instant before his hands were on her, pulling her closer, almost trying to press their bodies into being one. Who would have thought that the elusive, clever male who wrote for a king could be so passionate in bed, could chase their games with so much daring? That hadn't been her first impression of him, but he had taunted, teased, lead and followed before they succumbed to the persistent notion that it simply felt right. One meeting and she hadn't been able to bear the thought of parting with him. She never acted on impulse, never dove into a sudden fling - but something about him seared her all the way through, defying her cold, calculating logic and setting her ablaze.
It was no different now, and she responded with just as much heat, digging her nails into his hips and pushing back onto him as he drove deep, turning her head to cover his mouth with her own even as she struggled for breath. How had she wound up here again? Hadn't he been sleeping just a few minutes ago? And just what was he doing to her ear? Whatever it was, he had to do it again. Now. Sooner than now.
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Post by Draekath on Aug 4, 2010 20:48:13 GMT -5
By the Gods, she was luscious. And impossible. How was she able to claim him, at a time like this? There was no doubt that's what she was doing as she gripped his hip, the pain making him moan in her neck before her kiss sent him reeling. Not just a kiss, a possession, her mouth smothering his, her tongue chasing deep.
He needed her. How had he breathed without her? His tongue mimicked his hips, stroking deep, demanding, taking. He would take, anything she could give, all of it. All of her.
His hand slid up, the feel of her skin sending his palm into a tingling fit, before he moved his mouth to nibble at her ear. Kissing the tender flesh of her lobe, he drew it in his mouth, biting gently as he licked and sucked, working the sensitive flesh with his teeth. Then he moved down, nipping at the tender curve just under her ear, letting his fingers caress and pinch her hot little button between her legs as he drew her closer, pushed in harder.
She wasn't the only one who could claim their mate.
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Post by StarShine on Aug 4, 2010 20:54:24 GMT -5
Just as the sensation of his mouth on her ear, nibbling along her neck, had begun to make the entire world shrink to the friction of their joining and the teasing of his tongue, he threw in the use of his fingers as well. It sent her over the edge in an instant, her nails dragging up his hip and demanding more of him, her body trembling as she gasped from the pleasure and pushed back.
Stars danced in front of her eyes and she felt him slip, forced back by the sheer size of her climax. Her nails dug deeper, pulling him closer, demanding more, demanding him.
It was utterly insane. She was insane, swept up by an inferno she'd never known before. But damn it she didn't want it to end.
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Post by Draekath on Aug 4, 2010 21:03:12 GMT -5
He went over the edge. Gripping her hips, he forced his way back in as she tore at him, throwing his head back as he pummeled his way deep, deeper, and let himself join her. How could he possibly hold back, with the feel of her writhing and groaning against him, pushing him deeper, pinning him where she wanted him? Impossible.
Just as impossible, it was exactly enough. Grinding, prolonging her pleasure for as long as he could, he fell away from her once he was spent. He thought he would need hours, maybe days, before this all encompassing urge would pass... But no. She was enough; exactly what he needed, the drop of water that would save his soul from burning.
A wry grin twisted his mouth as he caught his breath, nuzzling up behind her. She'd turned him into a bloody poet. A writer of tales he had always been, a teller of legends and challenges and the dance with death that could never quite catch flame to his blood like the woman he now held. But a poet?
Well there was a first time for everything.
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Post by StarShine on Aug 4, 2010 21:14:21 GMT -5
Fifteen minutes at most and they were both left sweating and shaking, panting harshly. It had lasted all afternoon before, when they first took hold of each other. It had been intense, just as she suspected everything below the surface would be with this man, but it hadn't left her feeling as she did now; as if her entire soul had been delved into and laid out, as if she had grabbed hold of him and explored the same way.
It was incredible. And it scared the holy tar out of her.
She liked that.
A lot.
Rolling in his arms, she nuzzled close, gripping his arm and burying her face in his neck. Snuggled up to him, her head nestled under his chin, she still gripped him in a way he couldn't mistake.
Mine. I will not lose you.
I would say not, dear one. You may lose many beds, however.
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Post by Talia on Aug 4, 2010 21:20:53 GMT -5
((OOC: *coughcough* *pokes nose in* Time for our little thing we like to call our baby-roll! (I'm tired, forgive me). So I hit my little dice thinger (2, 4, 6= preggers, 1, 3, 5= not preggers) and here was the result (since I couldn't wait for Shine to get back to me on msn  ) img.photobucket.com/albums/v460/Lakegazer/draeshine.jpgSo yeaaaah. Heh. Because time on the board is rather... awkward... he/she will be due on Sept 1st. So until then, you two can figure out how you're going to find out about this, and what you're going to do. Knocked up before the wedding... tsk tsk! (Kidding! Kidding!) I'll PM one of you with the stats for the child  No, you don't get to choose all characteristics. lol. Where would the fun be in that? )) |
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