Realm of Terreille => Askavi => Parbelavi => Topic started by: Lorivar on January 29, 2019, 06:15:23 AM

Title: The spears of Askavi [cw]
Post by: Lorivar on January 29, 2019, 06:15:23 AM

Lor kicked free from a hook of Green craft. Lillian trying to wrap calm around his ankle the way some people roped a bucking horse. Lorivar wasn’t some dumb beast, however, darting free of her slipknot and catching the Red Wind back to the Eyrie. He had a queen to kill yet, and he was very pleased with the outcome of his fight. The wardog in him soothed by what it viewed as a victory.

His body was less so. Lor doubled over on the Eyrie’s landing web, leaving a fine mist of blood across it as he wheezed. Fucking Peitar. He wove rough healing over his lip, closing the holes his teeth had punched through it, and along his nose. Pressing the bridge straightish with his fingers. It hurt like hellfire, stomach sucking in as he tried not to bellow. He would have to see a healer to have it properly set and healed. Same with his ribs. Dirty prick. He would go back later and pay back some of what he owed Peitar in pain.

Right now he didn’t have time for healers or Peitar. Ilithian had been living for years under her web, but how much longer could it last? Lillian knew, and Lillian had told. Granted she had told him, and with good reason, but what if an enemy had had it out of her? Lorivar doubted very much Lillian would last past a view or a torturers tools before spilling everything she knew. Ilithian’s vulnerability pressed on him. Urgency settling in his bones. It couldn’t wait for healers or a bath.

She would just have to forgive him for his messy state later. Though he did wipe the worst of the gore from his face before he went stocking her. Red probes racing ahead of him as he scowled down the Eyrie’s halls. She wouldn’t be able to hide from him behind doors or under bed. That girl! He was going to spank her properly and then make her a woman so they could all stop worrying. A whole territory at stake over a hymen. It was ludicrous.

”Ilithian!” Lor raged when she did not immediately appear, finding her finally in an airy little room. ”You!” Lor pointed. ”You little shit!” He he stalked her, noting the room had two entries. His internal map of the Eyrie telling him her bedroom was on the other side of this section. Close enough to drag her to if it came to that. He chased everyone away with shields from his Red, and tucked an aural shield around them too just in case. Felt his Jewel of rank growing strained. He’d used it a lot that day.

”I’ve found you out, Ilithian Violta.” Lor wagged his finger at her, the hard twist of his eyebrows making his nose ache. ”Lillian was all upset Petey was banging the districts widows because she thought he was your man, did you know?” He came closer, wings slowly widening so she could slip past him without being caught by one. ”And was doubly worried about your sex lives because she knew a secret.” His voice went sing song. Fists uncurling so he could snatch her up.

”Our territory queen is a damned virgin!” Lor lunged for her. ”Putting us all at fucking risk for fear of a spear! For fucks sake Ili!” He roared. Maybe he wouldn’t carry her off to her bedroom. Maybe he would chase her there the brat.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Ilithian on January 29, 2019, 10:59:39 AM
Thumb tapping her bottom lip Ilithian uncurled from the sofa she had been lounging on. Long legs bare under the knee length skirt she wore. Toenails flashing a dark purple as she rocked heel to toe. A short letter wrinkled in her tight grip. The only outward sign that there was bad news scrawled inside the message. It was the stocky, clear script of Florian on the front. And the tension she described at the Dhemlanese court was mirrored in Ilithian’s spine.

Foreign affairs weren’t the only thing making her restless and uneasy though. For a moment she didn’t notice the heavy tinge of displeasure that invaded her eyrie. Too engrossed in reading the letter a second time and bouncing rhythmically to focus on anything else. But her craft was rooted so deeply and instinctively into the stone her people lived on that Lorivar’s anger crept up her legs until it made her knees rattle. Roaring her name he came stomping down the hall; Ilithian raced to finish her reread. Trying to gleam between the lines, the unwritten hints that Florian had not been able to put to the page.

She couldn’t imagine that whatever had Lorivar in such a fuss was more pressing. But he was here, and he was hers. Dhemlan could sort its own shit. If they were fighting internally they would be weaker here in Askavi. ”What?” She looked up as he rounded the corner, breathing like a wounded animal. Or a pissed off bull. Letter tossed aside she stepped over the coffee table with wide eyes. ”Lorivar! Your face!” Precious boyo! What the hell had happened?

Reaching fingers stopping a few feet away she stood in surprise. A finger wagging towards her nose as if he were going to pop the end of it. She was no dog. She was a queen, and she was supposed to be his queen. Arms crossing she listened. Frown almost turning to a grin, ”If I had known that I wouldn’t have sent you. I thought he was misusing her.” Peitar! Of all the winged bastards in the world.

The amusement was very short lived. Something in the way he stood made her feel challenged. Not just the scolding in his tone, which she was mostly used to. It was the set of his shoulders and the way he tried to box her in with his wings. A ball of anxiety filled her stomach and she wrapped him up in calming spells. ”Well… my sex life is no one elses bus-” He didn’t let her finish the sentence. Face going from flush to pale quicker than the snap of a finger. The instinct to be afraid of his temper tapped insistently at the back of her knees. She thought to turn away, give him her side instead of her back and pick the paper back up as if he had said nothing of consequence. But the bastard snatched at her!

”Lorivar!” She slapped at his hands with a shriek. Dodging him by an inch to jump up onto the sofa and climb over the back. Sapphire shields a barrier between them as she scowled. ”Fuck you Lorivar, no one’s life is hanging in the balance of my bed sheets!” Why did he care? He had like twenty children and a whole province full of women to drool over him. Heart trying to claw its way out of her chest she wrinkled her nose at him in petulant offense. Fear of a spear! She ought to cut his off. ”If there was a spear worth trusting then maybe things would be different. It’s none of your business. Get out!”

She pushed with the shield she had called up. Wings spread wide to make herself bigger. Eyes flitting between the window and the door he wasn’t blocking. Which could she get to first? Forcing a measure of calm she didn’t feel into her voice she pointed at the hall. ”Go fix your damn face before your nose sticks that way.” She pressed her thighs tight together to keep her knees from knocking and held her breath.
Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Lorivar on January 30, 2019, 04:16:51 AM

”To hell with my face, woman!” Lorivar curbed the impulse to touch it. The center still ached but at least his cheek bones didn’t feel like someone was drumming in them anymore. And his lip was mostly healed. She was just trying to distract him. As if she could heal him any better than he had himself. Lor had visions of her setting his nose straight and was relieved when she stopped reaching for him.

They had important business to attend to. His nose could wait until afterward.

”Please.” Lorivar sneered. The idea. Peitar was as hard up for a queen as the next warlord prince, but he very much doubted Lillian would be able to stop cowering long enough for the blind fool to mount her. Personally he’d always thought her and that cousin of hers were too close and stiff together for something fishy not to be going on. And there was that boy no one knew the mother of.

Again with the distractions! At least now he really had her attention. He could tell bu the calming craft she was trying to drown him with. It swirled around his legs, deeper and more finely crafted than the slip that had been cast around his ankle earlier. Lorivar did his best to ignore it. ”Knock that off.” He grumbled, trying to suppress it with his Opal. He would have need of what was left of his Red for later.

”Your virginity certainly is.” Stupid, foolish girl. Lor knew she knew better. Ilithian was not naive! This stubbornness was some sort of madness. Granted, she didn’t always show good sense, but she had to know how futile and reckless and stupid this was. On the other side of her shields, Lorivar panted. She’s climbed over the damn couch to escape him. The backs if his hands stinging from her slap. ”Don’t they? And if you’re broken and the territory goes to war with itself, do those lives count?”

Lorivar went still. Face turned away though he looked at her. Slits of gleaming gold just visible beneath his lashes. Cheek presented for her to slap. He could bear to look right at her. To face head on the lack of trust she had in him. He had spent years proving himself to her, he thought. Only a few fighting her because it didn’t know it was Ilithian who spearheaded the army trying to invade his province. He had parlayed! He served!

”It is my business. As part of your triangle. As a subject of Askavi.” As her friend, but Lorivar did not find himself feeling very friendly at that moment. He punched a hole through her shields with a tempered blow from his Red, and charged in after her again. ”I’ll fix it after.” He wasn’t leaving until her webs were secure. If she fought him too hard he would find another to do it. That pretty boy she’d collected in his absence was dark enough. Eremiar too, but he was too wild.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Ilithian on January 30, 2019, 10:18:18 AM
Redoubling her calming craft Ilithian crossed her arms over her chest. The blouse she wore clung to her shoulders as it’s open back spread wide for her wings. You knock off the attitude and overdramatics then!” She insisted. Men! And damned queens, too. Even while she fought not to wilt under his temper she ached to smooth down his hair- and away all of his worries.

But this was not her Lori. This was a bully. Ilithian had faced down dozens of them in her rise to the territory seat. Tentative though her claim might have seemed to outsiders. Clenched fists tucked under her armpits she faced him down until she had to evade his snatching hands. It shot through her like a hot slimy rod. What would he have done if he had grabbed her? Bent her over the couch and forced her? Face red she warred the sickening twist in her gut over the tightness the thought stirred elsewhere.

”You will remember-” He, and every damn man in Askavi, ”that the only reason Askavi can war with itself is because I’ve put the last half of my life into putting her back together again.” Which she had done as a virgin. Bobbing back another step as he shifted his weight Ilithian shook her head at him. ”Blood, sweat, tears, skin. I’ve put the same effort as anyone else into what’s been built up from practically nothing. But here I am with another fucking spear in my face trying to tell me what I can and can’t risk. Expecting justification for a decision I don’t have to justify to anyone.”

This. This madness was exactly why she had never taken the web off after donning it for the first time. Everyone just shut up once they thought she had done the damn thing. They focused on what she had to say, and the problems they were facing across the territory. Ridiculous that a slip of skin could turn men she wanted to count on into maniacs. Even her Lori, who was always a shit but never this crazy about anything. If it was supposed to be a compliment, or evidence of his affection she wished he’d take it back. Love her less. Anything to get that narrow glare off his face.

She knew the words stung. They nearly gutted her to say, but that didn’t make them less true. Without her Jewels she couldn’t keep leading Askavi towards progress. How could she even think of putting them in anyone else’s hands? It wasn’t even the spear that frightened her. It was them. These men that crawled around her Eyrie pretending they accepted the change of women in charge… but then raged at her as if the consequences of her choices didn’t weigh twice as heavily on her own heart.

Shield suddenly torn wide Ilithain turned small. Wings yanked in tight and arms hugging herself. So she didn’t fall apart. The shock made her shriek, and pulled unshed tears to her eyes. The sting lingering around the edges of the hole as Lorivar forced his way through it. And he wanted to talk about sex! Darting for the door she phased through it instead of wasting time on the knob. On the other side of it she tossed another ill woven shield up to give herself time to think. Half panting while she leaned against the hard wood.

Part of her was reasonable to know he didn’t want to hurt her. He had a thousand opportunities to try over the years. She had calming spells and people enough if Lorivar grew too wild. But still. How could he behave this way?! Lorivar was supposed to be her last line of defense. Now he was going to chase her down like some errant child! Indignation rose up in her chest.

”This is why, you know. This is why I chose the web. Every fucking time I turn around there’s a man that thinks he knows better than me. I expect it from others, but from you?. Charing in here to tell me you know what’s best for me?” It was like picking off an old scab and finding the wound underneath had grown gangrenous. Ilithian didn’t know if she was more angry or hurt. At least the fear had slipped away. ”You didn’t even ask why.. You’re just pissed off that it isn’t the way you want it to be.”

And it wasn’t fair. They were her Jewels to protect the way she saw best. She knew, she had seen with her own eyes that a man who served could still justify horrendous acts against his queen. What wouldn’t they do to see their ladies safe? There had been half a dozen at the school. Young queens broken back to their birthrights- always ‘for their own good’. And Lorivar still snarled if she even mentioned Undavi. What wouldn’t he do to make sure it was always his?

Much as she wanted to trust him Ilithian wasn't sure she could. The web had worked all these years. It worked now! Why risk an ounce of her people's peace for sex? Strengthening her calming craft she fled from one door to the next. There were extra wards that could be activated in her room if she could just reach them.
Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Lorivar on January 30, 2019, 11:14:46 AM

He could have screamed. And Lorivar recognized that wall shattering creature beneath the desire to do that. To bellow and break things and walk a field strewn with bodies. Knew in this place it was a the wrong urge to give in to. Always a dangerous temptation. Men killed the people they loved on the killing fields. Lorivar never had. And there was no murder to do here today.

”I do remember.” If she had asked he would have been beside her through all of it. But she had left the Isle and never called him to her service. An old, forgotten friend. Lorivar had fought with his men, for himself. There had been no banner but Askavi’s to rally under since Ilithian had been to busy sharing hers with men like Peitar and who knew who else. And maybe that was why she did not trust. Chose not to trust him.

”Don’t you see? All of that is why you need protection. Real protection, the solidity offered by the act itself and not a web.” What if she took a lover? What if she took a lover and did not tell him her experience was in theory only and he broke her on accident? The idea was horrifying. But Ilithian couldn’t see the very real dangers, only the ones she had made up in her head. Believing they all plotted against her in some way. It was infuriating.

She belittled him and hid from him and would not listen! And she was running from him again. Shrinking and shrieking because it hurt to have your shield broken he remembered too late. Instead of follow immediately, Lorivar beat the wall with the sofa she had put between them. Opal swinging it hard against stone. And then he went after her. Body slamming into the door, Opal shield as much a battering ram as his shoulder while he twisted the knob. Too far, jamming until his frustrated fists beat the wood. Breathing deeply, Lorivar tried again, banging the door against her shield.

Snarling, Lor rested his forehead against the battered wood. Ilithian was on the other side. Behind another shield he did not want to break because the first one had hurt. But her words made him want to reach through the cracks and strangle.

”I want you safe, Ili. How many men do I have to kill before you trust me?” What service was the price of trust? She had asked. He had submitted! Now he worked for Ilithian because Ilithian was Askavi and Askavi was Ilithian. He wanted no other queen but her. He just needed her safe. ”I will blaze a path through Dhemlan if that’s what it takes.” His palms slapped the door. Her shield was fading and so were the sounds of her footsteps.

Clever little bitch.

He never had been good at passing through objects. Just blowing them out of his way, which Lorivar did now before racing after her. Knuckles bleeding and palms splintered. His should hurt nearly as much as his ribs, which were agony as he tried to breathe deep enough to keep from falling behind. But falling behind he did. Too big. Too slow. Doubling over with an arm around his ribs. Not enough anger left to fuel the adrenaline that had kept his body upright. Cursing, Lori spat blood on the floor and hobbled the rest of the way to Ilithian’s room.

Outside Ilithian’s room he slumped, wings resting against the wall, legs stretched out in front of him until his feet met with the door. She had to come out some time. And he needed to rest. Pulling splinters from his hands, Lorivar tapped a beat on her door and waited. The only way in was to tear down all her defenses, and then he wouldn’t have Red enough to protect her inner webs.

”Let me.” He was calm now. Mostly. Kind of.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Ilithian on January 30, 2019, 02:40:17 PM
Something slammed against the wall sending a shiver through the living stone. Temper mounting instead of expending Lorivar took to abusing the door next. Jerking the knob and making it rattle in its frame. Wood nearly splintering between their shields. Eyes clenched shut Ilithian fussed. And Lor snarled on the other side. The sound miserable but so angry she didn’t feel an ounce of remorse. Head tipped back to rest on the door she huffed while he asked the wrong questions yet again.

”I was safe, until my Escort started chasing me through my own damn house!” Ilithian huffed. Wings pinned to the door by her shoulders as she sagged against it. ”That’s not where trust comes from, Lor.” She whined through the door. How could he not see that? Too many long milenia of imbalance twisted them up. Or maybe Eyrien men just weren’t built that way. To serve selflessly. Maybe no one was. That didn’t seem fair when she felt like she was serving back as selflessly as she could. Burning through Dhemlan was not going to make her trust him, and Lorivar just couldn’t see it. Didn’t understand that it came from inside. From the heart. So it didn’t matter that his mouth said he wanted her safe, because if their ideas of trust were that different, then why wouldn’t safety be too?

Nearly as fast on foot as in the air she shot towards her room. Wings wide she glided over the furniture in her way. Pools of calming craft in her wake and not a soul in sight. All rushed off by Lorivar’s threatening craft. She could hear him at her back. Crashing the door down to lumber after her. Feet tempted to drag as goosebumps prickled across her arms and chest. They had played this as a game when she was a child. He had rarely caught her then either. Too small and nimble even though he was fast as a mountain cat.

Bedroom door slamming shut Ilithian threw herself at the pile of pillows in front of her windows. She often slept there rather than in the bed so she could watch the stars. Burying herself under the quilt she screamed into her pillow until her throat was raw. She beat him by a full two minutes. Which was time enough let the calming spell she flooded her room with work. And her mind too. Curling into a ball on her side she lifted a wing to make a tent out of her blanket. Hair sticking to her eyelashes which were damp. Everything always had to be a fight with these males! She was so tired of it.

They were stubborn bullies that could only see things their way. And now that they knew they wouldn’t stop haranguing her to see it done. The same trick wouldn’t work again. If she couldn’t trust them to do the service they had agreed to and protect her vulnerabilities then she would just have to give in. Face hot and sticky she rubbed it against the wet spot on her pillow. Frustration and self pity spilling out. Mother Night she hated them as much as she loved them. Stupid, selfish Lorivar most of all. Her options were spent and he was knocking again. One a time she slipped her safeguards back into stasis until there was nothing between them but the blanket and the door. She didn’t invite him in or crawl out from under the nest she had made for herself.

In the end, she decided, it didn’t matter if he did decide to break her. She didn’t want to be the queen of old Askavi. If it was going to keep being that place then she would rather be dead anyway. It wasn’t a comfort, but it gave her the will to sniff until her nose stopped leaking and dry her cheeks with the heel of her hand.
Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Lorivar on February 02, 2019, 10:26:15 AM

She was never safe. Not wholly. None of them were but Ilithian least of all. Her position made her a target, and there were plenty dark enough in Askavi to pierce her web. Lorivar had never much paid it mind. Hardly noticed the thing. What a fool he had been. What if Ebenar had seen? Had shredded her web and her Jewels to put his second hope at Askavi’s head?

It made him sick to think of.

Outside her door, Lor thought about these things. All the ways her ruse could have gone wrong. And all the ways it was evidence of her mistrust. It galled him how little she trusted him. The others he could understand. But he and Ilithian had history. They’d been friends for years! Guilt gnawed at him to. That all those years had resulted in so little connection. He had not seen through her lies, and it had taken Lillian, Lillian!, for him to learn the truth.

It was a sobering and hurtful thought.

At last, Ilithian let him in. Proven right by Lorivar’s temper, she still forgave him. He eased himself off the floor and opened the door slowly, eyes searching for her. She was not pacing the room, or hiding in her bed. It took him a moment to realize she was beneath the blanket, hidden by the window in a pile of pillows and salt water. Lor crouched, hands dangling between his legs. She looked so pathetic his heart twisted. Dropping to the floor he climbed under the blanket with her, his clipped wing taking over tentpole duty.

”Come here you idiot girl.” Rough hands gentle as he dragged her close. Tucking her tight and safe in his arms. Hand cradling her curls and pressing her face close so he could wrap her up. Close. Safe. Lor kissed the curl that tickled his lips. They seemed to grow around his fingers until he wasn’t sure who was holding what. ”I knew there was a reason I keep my temper put away. I guess I forgot for a moment.”

Lor ran his other hand down her spine, starting between her wing joints. Over and over until she relaxed against him. His apology silent but sincere. He wasn’t wrong, but he had gone about it poorly. ”Closer.” Hand curling around her hip. Lor rolled them. Drawing Ilithian up over his thighs and chest, nuzzling at the side of her face. ”Ili.” He whispered softly, lips trying to find hers through the tangle of her hair. He would have to start at the beginning. And work through the ache in his ribs and face, irritated by her weight, throbbing when he stuck his nose to her ear to smell her.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Ilithian on February 02, 2019, 02:10:40 PM
Sunshine streamed in through the window. Passing through the thin layers of her blanket to spread splotches of color on her skin. Like a stained glass window. Windmills, stars, and crosses made by strips of fabric lovingly stitched together. The lay of the light also meant that Lorivar didn’t give off a shadow as he came in. Not one that fell on her shelter, at least. She could hear him moving but not see. Sense the growing nearness of his presence with the finely attuned essence of her caste. And feel his edges blunting through the bond they shared. Deeper than skin or bone. They called it a bond of the heart, but she knew better. Because it didn’t stop if one of those hearts did.

He hardly stirred the blanket. Slipping in through one of the gaps where pillows didn’t let it meet the floor. Scooting to give him room on the broad flat one under her side Ilithian searched his face. Or tried to, anyway. Too distracted by dried blood and the angry knot that bent the bridge of his nose to really read his expression. There was far less temper in the set of his brow and shoulders, though, as he popped up a wing to hold the blanket. She tucked her own right around her shoulder. Chin pinning it there as she stuffed both of her fists between her thighs and clamped tight around them. Pliant as he called her names but pulled her close.

Where she liked best to be. Forehead on his collarbone and nose pressed to his chest until she could barely breathe. He smelled like hurt and anger and Peitar. Face wrinkling she tried her craft at dispelling it. But the clever way Baian and the other hearthwitches managed it was beyond her skill. The scents stirred a little giving way for the zinc of blood and earthiness of dirt to join them. Lorivar’s own rich woodsy scent tickling her senses underneath. He was right. She was an idiot. And a meanie… blaming men for her own hang ups when they were hardly half the problem.

Shifting unconsciously against him she eased a hand free to give back some of his petting. Muscles giving way slowly to the rhythm of his hand between her shoulder blades and wing joints. Head testing the firmness of his grip by turning a cheek to his chest instead of her nose. His body was unusually warm. The sun and blanket and backlash of violence heating his blood. It was nice though. Tucked in to his front between good strong shoulders. ”I shouldn’t have said it’s because I don’t trust you.” She told him, fingertips making four small circles on his flank. Ready to turn into a strong palm to shove him away if she had to, but gentle now that he was being calm. ”If I didn't trust you to keep me safe when it counted I wouldn’t have had the nerve to wear the web. I just…”

It was silly. And childish. Selfish even. Blushing she squeaked when he rolled them over. Not sure how or where to put her clamped tight knees. She locked her ankles rather than spread them for him. Too much too fast. Which was how her heart felt too. Fluttering in her chest like a caught bird. Maybe she was caught too. Mouth brushing over his through the veil of curls in their way. Filtering one breath as it left his lungs to fill hers. It shouldn’t have been surprising. That was what he had come here for. To do. To make her the woman he had thought she was. Hands trapped between their chests she worked them nervously over his shirt. ”I thought that, if I put it away everyone would stop worrying. We could do real work. And that was exactly what happened. Then after a while I started to think it could happen on my terms." That felt right. Something in her chest twisted at the spoken realization. It wasn't that she didn't want it. Or Lorivar. She just wanted it to be her way. That she could accept, and it satisfied the lurking anxiety in her stomach so it could pool into something warmer. More pleasant. "When I was ready I would get to pick the when. And the how.”

She had already picked the who. A long time ago. Before it was even decent to have such thoughts in her head. But she had. A knobby kneed girl to his grown man, but he had still indulged their free time with games. Made an ugly place to live bearable. The chasing innocent then, because it would be decades before she was woman enough to tempt anyone. Choosing, by then, to tempt none. Holding on to girlish dreams of the perfect experience. Why not, though? Why not? She fought hard so that no more little Eyrien girls had to live with their wings strapped to their backs. Or a teacher in their face telling them that the spear would strip her Offering and that would settle her into proper behavior.

Even when they had met again she had not been over the cusp of adolescence. But there wasn’t much excuse for the fifty years since. That was just greed. Self-indulgence. She had not caught up with his growness in time. And he’d had babies and settled into his power and position while she was still clawing her way out from under the thumb of a thousand males who would protect her just to use her. It was complicated. And confusing. ”You smell awful.” She told him, nose running along his jaw. Fingers drumming on his chest while she tried not to wiggle against his sniffing. He smelled like war. She didn’t not like it. But the hooks of pain were on the edge of his psyche. Almost enough to distract her from the nearness of his mouth. She had kissed before. Not in a long time, but she had. So there was no shyness in her lips hemming along the slope of his. ”I could call Iridian. She could come here and see you.” Burying her mouth against his chest she kissed the flat top of his breast. The joint of her wing knuckling up to cover one eye while she peeked at him through the other. Squinting so she could shut it fast if he laughed at her. Voice muffled by his body she squeezed her thighs tighter together and forced out the suggestion burning the tip of her tongue. "Then we could... take a shower. Or something..."
Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Lorivar on February 07, 2019, 06:25:05 AM

Lorivar noted the way she tucked her fists between her thighs defensively. Those were locked tight too, the tension permeating through her body. Yet she still let him pull her close, fitting her body to his without giving in to it. Lor sighed into her hair, which assaulted his face, a strand catching on an eyelash. Another tangling with his eyebrow. Even when she was being permission, Ilithian found some way to irritate, face tickling until Lor moved it, nose scrunching and making his face ache.

Ah, well. It was worth it. She snuck a hand loose, using it to return the favor of his petting. Turning her cheek to his chest instead of the intrusive point of her nose. She had been sniffing him. Lorivar could tell because she also tried some sort of craft that prickled. Lor stroked her curls, thumb pad circling the back of her head, mimicking the fingers she set to work on his side. Holding her close, Lorivar tried listening without interrupting.

It was harder than he thought. Her words trickled, teasing him. Her body teased him too. Soft and pliant in his arms, except for the locked knees, but Lor would worry about those later. ”You just?@ He urged, smirking at her squeak. Since she wouldn’t, Lor spread his knees, letting Ilithian slide between his thighs. His rested his ankles over hers, hands cupping her back beneath the joints of her wings. Her lips somewhere beneath her serpents of her hair.

”You always were a dreamer.” He teased her. She wouldn’t have been their queen if she hadn’t been. Ilithian’s weight felt good pooled along his body, his for the taking. Except where it pressed on his ribs. But Lori had hurt worse. And for less pleasurable causes. Noble causes. The ache of wanting lower than his ribs, but he was so used to living with that one he hardly noticed it. ”Hopefully with someone who could protect you.” Thumbs spreading over her sides. He could just feel the sides of her breasts at their tips.

”There is plenty of time for romance, Ilithian. A virgin night is for safety and strength.” Care that overrode passion had to be taken with it. But that didn’t mean it had to be passionless, and Lor thought he could manage plenty of both. Especially for his Ilithian. ”So sorry, but my queen has kept me very busy today doing dirty work.” He rumbled, grin spreading across his face as he nosed her hair out of his way. There she was. Lips like silk.

Resisting the urge to crush her with his mouth and taste the whole of her, Lorivar let Ilithian have the lead. Her lips playing over his while he lifted her higher on his body, thumbs slipping beneath her breasts. He stroked her ribs there, and the full undersides of her breasts, fingers pressing her down into him. Lor swept his tongue over her bottom lip as she pulled away. Where their thighs met, his spear stirred.

”Iridian knows what I look like. No reason for her to come here for that.” He didn’t want anyone else in the room with them. He also didn’t want Ilithian slipping down his body like that. Lips too far away for kissing. His body thought differently, because she merely kissed another part of him, and he had a lot of body to kiss. It also hurt like hell as she settled right on the parts most abused. Lorivar clenched his teeth, rather than wince, his laugh wheezing as he looked at her, peeking at him from the safety of her wing.

Mother Night he wanted to fuck her something awful.

”How about we skip the Iridian part and move right to the shower?” Did she have a private bathroom? Lorivar had never asked, or even looked. He knew she enjoyed the public baths because she enjoyed snooping about with the other young girls, young women, of the eyrie. ”Or a nice bath,” he offered. ”Or your bed. I hardly stink at all, really.” And it was closest. They didn’t even have to go that far. Lor just needed her to spread her thighs for him, just a little.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Ilithian on February 07, 2019, 01:41:17 PM
Fingers pressing a little harder in their petting Ilithian bit the inside of her lip. The teasing stung only because it prickled against old wounds. Ones that she didn’t blame Lorivar for, he had not been the one that inflicted them. But he did nothing to heal them either. She was a dreamer. Did she dream for too much, though? Was it too much to ask for her people to join together and open their eyes to fair treatment? ”It shouldn’t be a dream, Lor.” Taking the spear in the time and place you felt safest should not have felt like an impossible dream to the girls of Askavi. She pleaded with her eyes. Needing Lorivar to understand.

But he didn’t. Not really. He had never been that vulnerable himself, and maybe it was a credit to his personality that he didn’t imagine there should more to it than that. ”That’s always been the hope.” She echoed. Breathing a little shallow and fast as his calloused thumbs skimmed ticklish flesh. It made her shiver into goosebumps. She settled fully into his hold, letting her knees rest on the floor but keeping her thighs pressed tight. It felt nice to clench them. ”Problem is there’s more to protect than flesh and power.” But the men she knew couldn’t see beyond that. Pitting their fears of loss against those culture had long ingrained in their women. All so true to their warrior-race reputation that both sides often butted rather than bending. And when it came to this, the men would always win in a battle of wills. Because a woman could be taken without being broken. Like it or not. Excused by the need to preserve the parts she might otherwise care less about.

”Oh for fucks sake it’s not about the romance, Lorivar.” She scoffed. If she decided to wait for love then she would end up waiting forever. It offended her that he would try to package the larger message into such a paltry wrapper. As if she were a little girl with idle fancies. Having a tantrum because things weren’t going her way. ”The point is right there and you all just look right over it to the answer you like better.” She complained. Letting one lead to another as she took in the scent of him. Which was not pleasant. Of course that was her fault too. ”Well it was a very easy job. Not my fault if you mucked it up.”

A conversation. That was all he had to do. Have a conversation with Lillian and make sure Peitar wasn’t being a complete scoundrel. No matter how insignificant others might view it to be, Ilithian knew better. If Lillian and Peitar couldn’t connect, if he ran her off, then she would have no means of stopping the blind bastard from ruining her efforts at peace. She wanted them close. Not just for peace, either. They would make cute nieces and nephews for her to spoil.

Babies were impossible to imagine or think about with Lorivar’s mouth warming her own, though. Thought flitting by on its way to the back of her conscience. Driven away by lips that didn’t part against her own but kissed back all the same. Tricky hands that claimed more of her body while she was distracted. It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t being fair. Stroking places she didn’t even know could feel good. The warm crease where her breast rested against her body opened for touching because she lay on top. Not ticklish the way the outskirts of the side had been. It was a different tingling pleasure that made her nipples ache against his chest. Thighs rubbed together as she ran her own tongue over the trail Lor’s left over her lip.

”Have you seen your face? I doubt she’d recognize it.” Ilithian bit back. Trying to slowly escape the temptation of more kissing. If she let him keep going then there would be no stopping. And it was not night time. It was the middle of the day. With an Eyrie full of people. Several of whom sent probes at random to make sure she didn’t need their interference. She was pretty sure Eremiar had been hoping to make another warlord shaped window. There might have been a second where she’d considered it, and the idea was not wholly without merit. But Lorivar might never forgive her for pushing him away now. Even if he was still trying to pull her options away rather than expand them. So sure she would let him do the thing he hadn’t even offered to get someone else.

”It’s not even night time!” She argued, face turning under her wing. ”You need a healer Lor.” Calming craft soaked the blanket fort. Held up by Ilithian’s unoccupied wing once again. It’s peak on the elbow of her left wing, making a cone of fabric around their faces before it flowed down her back. She wasn’t ready. Even if she could feel her body pulsing. ”We could get Cy instead. She won’t stay a second longer than she has to.” Besides, she was the better brew maker of the two.

Ilithian shifted, unconsciously at first. Moving her hip away from a hard spot. His hard spot, she realized once she’d rubbed her thigh half up it’s length and realized what it was. Bringing her wing a little higher she tucked more of her head under it, fingers drumming faster on his chest, just under her own chin. She wasn’t ready. But there was a sudden and demanding emptiness low in the center of her. Like a piece was missing. Squeezing her thighs wasn’t enough to help this time. It just ached. Nose and lips rubbing on his chest she absently stroked his nipple with a fingertip. As hard as her own. His body wasn’t tense with it, though. She bit her lip, and then his shirt. A wicked distraction working into her mind. ”You’re right. It’s not that bad a smell. Just dirt. Blood, a bit of sweat. And Peitar.”

If she couldn’t Queen him into a healer and a shower maybe bullying would work. Leaning up on her hands to look at his face she blushed at him still. It made the places their bodies touched touch more fully. Spear pressing at her pelvis and working up towards her navel before it either ended or the bow of her back stopped them from being flush. ”I'm calling them both and we'll see who gets here first.” Two fingers held together she jabbed him in the side. Aiming for his ribs, but not sure which ones side was the hurt one. "Besides, it's not even night." She whispered. Somehow stripping down in front of him seemed more a crazy thing to do in daylight.
Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Lorivar on February 08, 2019, 06:36:54 AM

Eyes wide he tried not to roll them. Not about romance, then what was she waiting for? So sure her point was missed, but Lor could not agree that it had been. His eyebrows dropped, lowering the lids of his eyes. ”I think you’re making this bigger than it is, in your head.” It had grown into an insurmountable obstacle, or something completely different than it was for Ilithian.

She had turned her virgin night into some sort if rallying point. She was exhausting, but that didn’t make him want her any less. If Ilithian hadn’t been so full up on causes, Askavi very well could have still been beneath Dhemlan’s yoke. Too fractured to be successful. Scowling, Lor gave her a little squeeze.

”I did not muck it up. Lillian is fine and Peitar will live. I didn’t even scare her.” His smile was crooked. And the fact that he had knocked Ilithian’s interfering friend flat on her ass was completely left out of the conversation. Who wanted to talk about Lillian and Peitar anyway? Lost causes, the both of them. Lillian would probably die in the raider camp and Peitar would never change. There were infinitely better things to do.

Like finally get a taste of his queen. Her lips curious if not eager on his own. She didn’t cringe or shy away but explored his mouth and pressed against his body. Thighs shifting between his, clenching along his spear until it was roused to a drowsy sort of alertness. Breasts a pleasing weight over his thumbs. She tasted like wickedness, and Lor wanted more.

”Well then she might get scared and try and run me off.” He argued, watching her tongue touch all the places his had. It made his stomach ache and his spear twitch, that tongue did. He kneaded the warm flesh beneath his hands. Wanting to slip them higher until her nipples were nestled in his palms, but he could sense she wasn’t ready. Still trying ti foist him off on healers. Absently Lor wondered if Ilithian was the type to take a spear in her mouth, and if she knew that Iridian often fucked those she healed.

”It doesn’t have to be night, Ilithian!” He chuckled, tugging one of her hands to his mouth so he could kiss her distracting fingers. Her face too hidden by wing membrane for him to kiss that. Letting her go, he stroked her arms and shoulders, her calming craft bidding him to soothe as he was soothed. ”Will she cry while she’s here?” Hard to be calm and quiet when a woman was stroking your spear with her thigh, however. It had been ready to sleep until she had tested its length with her body.

Lor tried very hard not to press back. Putting his head down, he closed his eyes. Felt the pulse and stiffening of his spear beneath her touch. The way her thighs clenched tight between his. Realized then what she had been doing. It made his body flush with pleasure. Dick jumping when she dragged her fingertip over his nipple. Vixen. Tease. Lor groaned and grabbed at her. Teeth and lips flashing against his chest through his shirt. Hissing because she wouldn’t let him get any words out, or ravish her.

”Don’t say that,” he croaked. One hand at her wing joint, the other reaching for her ass to drag her hard against his aching spear. Her breast tips so close as she pushed up above him. He tried to see down the front of her tunic while chasing her retreating lips. ”Fine, call them all, but-“ Lor shouted. Hands like vices as his whole body tensed in agony, fingers digging into his unsuspecting ribs. His face slammed into her arm, looking for comfort from his tormentor and finding only more blinding pain.

Eyes smarting, Lorivar flattened himself on the pillows, hands open at his sides. ”Okay. You win.” He wheezed.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Ilithian on February 08, 2019, 03:26:17 PM
Bigger than it was! Ilithian’s eyes grew and her head shook. Mouth a thin line of disappointment. But she said nothing. What was the point? He would keep looking at the situation the way he wanted to. When you broke it down though, really broke it down, he was trying to convince her to put several- she didn’t want to think of precisely how many- inches of himself inside of her. While her power, which she needed if she wanted to keep holding this territory together, hung in the balance.

It was a big deal. There was no bigger deal in the history of ever. Maybe not to Lor, or the broader world, but for the girl taking the spear… What could be bigger? But if she couldn’t talk the man closest to her into seeing that then she was already failing. The thing would just never happen in any of the daydream ways her mind had concocted. She would just have to hope that time would change that view for younger generations. When the territory was strong and whole she could send ambassadors out. To see the way things were done in the rest of the world. They could bring back stories and ideas for their children. And then hopefully someday she would stand beside her own daughters with the certainty that no one would make them take anything less than the experience they wanted.

”Mhm,” She narrowed her eyes at Lorivar but said nothing more on his trip to the raider district either. He had gone and learned more than she wanted him to learn. That was the nature of inspiring love and loyalty. Sometimes your people loved you more than their sense could keep up with. Concern convincing poor Lilli to tell secrets and that secret making Lorivar ripple in upset. They were exhausting. Draining her emotionally until it was accept the unfairness of fate or hate them.

She didn’t know how to hate.

And her body seemed to know how to do it. Warming for his touches. Enjoying the feel if not the zincy flavor in his kisses. What other places would feel plump if he plucked them with his lips? Ilithian wasn’t ignorant. Old warriors liked to talk about their conquests. Not all taken on battlefields. On the Isle, and in all the camps she had made since, even in the eyrie. They told stories of the things they did to woman. And sometimes the women told stories of lovers that had done well. Ilithian ate the gossip and filthy tales right up. Using them to fill the gaps in her imagination.

Iridian was one such story teller. No shame in the pleasure she took from life. And no shyness in sharing where that pleasure came from. ”You’d deserve it.” She told Lorivar. Playful frown turning into a real scowl as she wiggled under her wing. Fingers touched to the soft skin of his lips. Breath damp on her fingers. Heated by his small puffs of laughter. ”It does! It’s right there in the title. Virgin Night. Not Virgin Middle of The Day so everyone in the damn eyrie knows.”

Under his massaging hands she shrugged her shoulders. Mumbling about Cyprian, ”Not if you’re calm.” Some people had scars no one could feel. The healer never talked about the war, but Ilithian knew she had watched thousands die. And kept thousands more alive. Who could say how she had survived centuries on the front lines? She just wanted what everyone else wanted. To feel normal. And she didn’t know how now that the world was changed.

Not surprisingly it wasn’t Cyprian that ended up knocking at the door. Once Lorivar had given in. All the right buttons, and ribs, pushed. Ilithian sat back on her heels. Door opened with a flick of Craft. She flapped her wings until the blanket unhooked from its corners. Flowing down her back and pooling around her waist. ”Lor’s busted.” She told Iridian, offering up an innocent grin. ”Will it take long to fix him?” She didn’t know what she wanted the answer to be. Yes? No? More time or less? Calming craft poured out of her. Trying to calm the one person that was mostly immune. Herself.

Remembering Iridian’s stories she found it suddenly difficult to slip entirely out of the way. Straddling one of his legs instead she sat patiently. Only her toes wiggling. Tongue sucked on the inside of her mouth. Watching them interact through a new lens of possessiveness. He was always hers because she was his queen. This changed things, though. She didn’t know how much or for how long. But it still did. She didn’t want him thinking about Iridian. Or any one. Mostly because she didn’t want to be compared to any one.

Too long or too short it felt like it took forever to finish. Until the healing was finished. Then she wanted more time again. Worrying at the tip of her thumb with the corner of a tooth she tucked her wings and shoulders in. ”There’s not a shower in here.” She told him softly. ”There’s a bath, though.” Rarely used, because it was massive. As wide as her bed at least. Deep enough to reach her hips. Carved right into the stone, with a low bench along one side. For soaking aches and pains in, or at least, that was all she ever used it for. Preferring the feel of falling water on her wings most of the time.
Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Lorivar on February 09, 2019, 08:47:31 PM

”Deserve it?!” Lorivar complained, pulling a face. Sure he did not deserve to he run off at all. Not after all the hurts he had suffered to be here. Not just the physical ones left by Peitar either. Ilithian had said words he’d never forget, whether she had apologized for them or not. She had kept this secret from him because she hadn’t trusted him. She could wrap it up any way she wanted, but she’d lied.

Somehow he had failed in proving his loyalty to her. Or she had failed in accepting it. Lor wasn’t sure which it was, or if it changed the outcome.

”What will they know?” He questioned, nipping her fingertips. ”They all believe the lie of your web. They’ll just think we’re fucking, if they care at all.” Lor wished it was so simple as that. He tested the depth of his Red. There was enough to protect Ilithian’s inner web if he didn’t expend anymore power fighting her. Or anyone else. That meant keeping his temper. And his head. The first would be easier. Ilithian was good at making a man crazy.

”I’m calm.” He muttered. Perfectly calm except for the urge to sink his spear into Ilithian. Bury it deep and leave it there until they were both sated by the sensation. Ilithian was more bent on tormenting him though. Sending stabs of pain through his body with her fingers. His spear wilted under the onslaught, and he found it hard to catch his breath. Rotten fucking woman.

He snarled at the knocking. Sitting upright and furious with pain as Iridian came in. Could only imagine how they looked with blankets falling down Ilithian’s back. Like they had been about things beneath the covers. Which they had been, though not nearly as many as the healer’s wide eyes thought. ”Not too long.” She promised cheerfully, kneeling near them. Lorivar could feel her probes mapping out the hurts on his body and face.

Both he and Iridian were aware of Ilithian, perched on his leg like a feral creature waiting for food. She watched them, and Iridian peek at her from beneath her lashes. Was slower to lay her hands on Lor as she sealed the fractures in his ribs. Lor just sat still. Mouth bent to a frown and eyes glaring at anything that crossed their line of sight. He snorted when the healer put her hands to his face, craft easing the swelling and pain around his nose.

A strange feeling as she set the break and healed that too. Numb enough not to feel pain, but not so numb he felt nothing. ”Gross.” He moaned, making her laugh. His nose wrinkled and lip pouted as she settled better healing on the place he’d bitten through. Quick, but thorough. He hurt less and could breathe easier by the time she stood. Unable to see her large eyes batting signals at Ilithian as she set a basket of brews silently on the table behind his back before slinking out the door with a wink.

Lor leaned over one knee, eyes glinting at the queenling sitting on his out stretched shin. Ili was chewing at her nail it was he assumed were nerves. He touched her hip, thumb making soothing circles. ”A big bath?” He asked with a smile. He slid his palm up her side, along the outer swell of her breast and up to her cheek, which he then pinched. ”Come scrub my back then, since I stink so much like Peitar.” He teased, pulling his leg out from under her and heaving himself to his feet.

In the bath, Lor turned the water on to fill the tub. He kept a careful eye on Ilithian without looking directly at her while he undressed. Shirt unbutton and tugged free. He shook it loose from his wingtips while undoing his belt. He didn’t give her much time to look, or worry, quick to ease his body into the steaming water. Wings used cleverly to mostly block the view of his drowsing spear. And to flick water in her direction. Lor groaned as he sat, muscles balling in the heat before relaxing.

”Well?” He summoned her, head tipped back and eyes mostly closed.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Ilithian on February 10, 2019, 01:50:07 AM
Their thoughts aligned. Not that either knew. Ilithian was nibbling the tip of her tongue while he tested the ends of her fingers on the edge of his teeth. Thinking if only it could be that simple. Just fucking. Did she want it to be that simple, though? It was probably for the best. He had a lot of children and lovers. And she was the Queen of Askavi. Not much time in either of their schedules for cultivating a relationship. Of course, Lorivar was missing her point again either way. ”Exactly! I shouldn’t be fucking. I should be working.” It was the middle of the day. Sex was for nighttime. Or at least freetime. It was definitely out of character for this queenling to hole up in her private quarters irregardless.

They would talk. Ilithian prefered the gossip to be about other people.

Setting her worry aside she greeted Iridian’s arrival a touch too eagerly. She didn’t try to keep from staring either. Cheeks so hot she hoped for a wild second she had somehow caught a fever and could be whisked away to the infirmary. But the look in Iridian’s eye was not one of concern. It was rather like unspent giggles. An ocean of understanding in the crisp gold. Ilithian realized that Iridian knew. Unsurprising, really, Ilithian had asked her fair share of questions. Some of them probably the sort of thing a woman of any experience would know.

Where did the man’s seed go though? And what happened if the spear didn’t fit?

Iridian had never told her. Only smiled wickedly and promised it was more fun to find out first hand. At the time it seemed like naughty advice and sated Ili’s craving to know. Now she would have rathered an explanation. Or twenty. She wasn’t ignorant. She knew the facts, but the doubt was in the details. All the little things she didn’t have a mother to ask. All the things she had never thought to ask! Did she have to take a brew before? Would it make him more likely to put a child on her? She didn’t have time for being pregnant!

Buzzing internally she charted the passing of hands and craft over Lorivar’s body. Too worried about herself to do more than pat his knee and keep the calming craft to a pleasant volume. She was tempted to drown them all in it. Perhaps they would fall asleep. She could escape with Ere and hide in the caves. Iridian could take the spear when they woke up. It would be hard to rule from there though. Not nearly as comfortable as Ligure’s eyrie.

Lost in her own thoughts she startled out of the reverie when Iridian stood up. Bottom lip growing fat between her teeth as she stared in horror at the basket left behind. Oh no. There were no excuses left. She tried to smile as the healer left them. All alone. With one another. In her otherwise empty room. But she could only muster a nervous hiccup. Surely the woman had no right to look so amused.

And Lor had no reason to give her those shiny eyes. Her body leaned towards his traveling hand. Until he pinched her face. Winning a snap of her teeth aimed for his fingertips. ”It’s… Eyrien sized.” She admitted reluctantly. Spilling over onto the floor as he stole his leg away. The tip of her tongue was raw with wanting to tell him it wasn’t Peitar she had said smelled bad. The words died on her lips as he passed from one room to another. Rising much more slowly she hovered around the basket left behind rather than follow him. Glancing sideways through the open doorway as he worked buttons loose.

She danced on the ball of on foot. The other hooked around its partner’s ankle. There wasn’t just one thing in the basket. Which was she supposed to take? All of them? Now or later? She had no idea. If she took too long he would strip without her and she would have to get naked while he sat there with nothing better to do than watch. Choosing one of two vials that matched she brought the whole basket into the bathroom. Steam already misted up over the water. Fog gripped the edges of her mirror. She looked at Lorivar through it. Flipping the cork from the bottle and swallowing the sweet mixture in one smooth motion. Bottle vanished. And Lor’s pants. She hadn’t done the latter. He had.

The trembling in her fingers stopped halfway through undressing. Anxiety quieted to raw shyness. Opposite of Lor she shed her clothes from bottom to top. Skirt uncinched at the waist. Short bloomers sat underneath, so that no one could see up them if she had to fly. Feeling overly warm and exposed she slipped them down with her back to him. Kicking them free of her ankle while her arms reached around to pull the laces of the silky blouse she wore. There was nothing under that. Nothing but umber skin with dark peaks. Wrapping her wings under her armpits she hid behind them. Standing on the edge of the tub while he got comfortable. Toes wiggling and body shivering.

It wasn’t cold. She felt warm all over, in fact. Warm and sort of dewy. Moisture weighing her curls down around her face. ”Well.” She hiccuped back. Someone had drained all the oomph from her knees. Stepping down into the warm pool without falling was almost impossible. But she managed. Sitting so low on the bench- as far from Lorivar as she could sneak- that her nose and eyes were the only bits out of the water. On the smooth stone her fingers flexed and her toes curled. There would be more kissing. And a spear. She had been naked with men before. Changed in front of Lor, even. Knowing that he wanted to touch that nakedness made her stomach feel like it was made of glass.

Beneath the jar of butterflies in her gut was a coil that tightened in longing. Blowing bubbles with her lips under the surface she grazed his knuckles with her fingertips. Scooting along the seat until their wings brushed. Calling over a towel from the rack she let it soak in the water then used it to wipe his face. Smudged blood and embedded dirt cleaned away. While she studied his face with her own tucked against her shoulder. She had too many questions and not enough nerve to ask a single one.
Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Lorivar on February 11, 2019, 06:53:18 PM

Lor grinned, snatching his fingers away from her snapping teeth. At least the weepiness was gone from her eyes. ”Big then.” Big enough, he hoped. Ilithian looked less sure. Licking his lips, Lor let her. Leaving her to spill out across her nest while he stood. She did not follow him, remaining where she was while he stretched. Watching him.

He let her do this too. Without pain to cloud his judgment, or rage to hinder it, Lorivar could think. He could be patient. So he let her stay there and suffer. Wondering. Lor didn’t look back. Giving her privacy behind the curtains of his wings as he went from bedroom to bathroom. It was very big indeed. Big enough that it took a while to fill. But they had time. Ilithian finally joining him, basket in hand.

Lor lifted an eyebrow at it in question, fingers working his clothes free from his body. Pants left in a pile on the floor while she pulled the cork from one of the bottles and drank it. He liked the way her lips fit around the the rim, brew followed down the motion of her neck. Biting a smile back, he eased himself into the water, her skirt joining his pants on the floor. And the ridiculous things she wore under them.

”What do you even call those?” And where had she gotten them? Studying her, Lor wished she had left them for last. He had a feeling she would have looked amazing with her breasts exposed above their puffy legs. Nipples barely glimpsed before she was hiding behind her wings, Lor folded his arms behind his head and waited. ”Well.” He beckoned her in with a finger behind his ear.

Slowly she joined him. Feeling her way into the bath with care. Lor watched her without staring, trying to keep his interest quiet and unobtrusive. She sank all the way into the water. Gold eyes watching him over the surface. Lori smirked. If he hadn’t seen the body beneath the steam be might have found her childish. But there wasn’t much girl left in Ilithian. Just playfulness. Shy flirtation.

His thumb stroked her fingers when she reached him. Slow and careful just like she had come into the water. He held still while she wiped the blood and whatever else from his face. She was careful, tender even. He reach over to rub her hip and side, urge her a little closer.

”Better?” He asked, shaking a water drop from his eyelashes with a toss of his chin. Bracing himself, Lor gave her a good pull. Gentle but insistent. He wanted her closer. On him. Fingers drawing her thigh over his. ”Come here.” He kissed her collar bones, and the slender arch of her neck. Up until he found her lips again, tasting steam and brew on them. He squeezed her thigh, palm and fingers high and kneading. He sucked on her lips, first one, then both until all he had was the lower between his own.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Ilithian on February 11, 2019, 11:59:07 PM
Pretending she didn’t see his curious gaze was easier than explaining the basket. Mostly because she had no idea what Iridian had put inside. Things she thought would help, Ilithian assumed. Without the slightest inkling as to what would help and even if she had it might not have been what Iridian thought would help. She sucked air in big gulps through her nose. Letting it settle her nerves some. Hardly noticing the steady thrum of calming spell that wrapped around her ankles.

”Short pants.” She answered, pausing in their removal to tell him so. Face turned to glance at him over a shoulder. A wing fanning across her ass to keep it mostly covered until she could stand up straight again. Waiting had been a stupid thing to do. Now it was twice as awkward. Getting naked while he watched. Her stomach clenched as he relaxed in the water. Then gestured for her to join him as if she would not. Now that she was naked running away would just be ridiculous. She didn’t stand a chance of getting her robe on before he would be on her tail again.

And her legs felt like the colorful gelatin they served in the kitchen. Not the sort of things you wanted to run around damp stone with. Good for sliding along the bench though, once she had worked up the nerve. Lorivar was quiet. Nearer his normal self, which was comforting. But she could sense the maleness off him in the background. Prowling without moving at all. Itching to pounce because that was what warriors did. She just didn’t find the familiar tinges of lust as amusing as usual now that she was exposed. 

It felt dangerous. Exciting and frightening at the same time.

Her breath was heavy in the humid air. Nervous rattling in her throat as he followed the line of her arm to find her hip under the water. Skin on skin. Traveling a little higher, fingertips flexing to bring her a little closer. She sat up higher so that she leaned towards him a little more. The smooth tops of her breasts bobbing at the surface. Cleaning the struggles of his day away. ”There.” She whispered to herself. Now he looked like her Lorivar. Thumb tracing his jaw she pressed her lips together tight.

What was he asking? If he looked better? If she felt better? Both? Ilithian didn’t know how to answer so she just nodded. She didn’t fight as he arranged their bodies more to his liking. His touching made the skin behind her knees feel tight. Legs tensing to hard they nearly cramped up as he directed one over his own. Lashes batting back some strong but nameless emotion behind her eyes she covered her face with both hands. Taking deep breaths that seemed to stretch her lungs as he put his mouth on the hard bones of her clavicle. Eyes still shut tight she put her hands on Lorivar instead of over her face. One around his neck and the other on his chest.

His kisses tickled. Not in that way that made you try to wiggle free. The nice sort that made your back arch. She squirmed, not sure about the hand on her thigh but wanting nearer the warm breath he was fanning up her throat. Nipples breaking the surface as she bent to make her neck longer. Forgetting about his hands altogether when the trail of goosebumps he was making reached her mouth. Heart a molten lump in her throat Ilithian darted her tongue out to trace his top lip as he sucked her lower. She shifted closer, pulling up with the arm around his shoulders so she could get his leg under her bum. That way she could close her own. His hand in the way of clamping them tight but the pressure of her thighs meeting was good. And made the fingers so near the root of her pleasure- and her power- a little less intimidating.

A finger was nothing though, she remembered as her knees brushed his other leg. Afraid to find what was between them by accident she crossed her ankles and tried to sit still. Flushing with a fresh wave of doubts that made her pull away from his kissing to bury her face in the hollow of his neck and her arm. She had a strange wanting that felt like a hook against her tailbone. It tugged and made her feel empty. Breasts brushing his chest and feeling fuller than she thought they ever had before. More sensitive, probably because no one had touched them but Ilithian. And there was something immensely more sensual in the unplanned contact than in touching them herself.
Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Lorivar on February 17, 2019, 08:06:39 AM

Short pants. Lor smirked, eyes sliding to the wing she used to cover herself with. Lorivar wondered if it was shyness or playfulness that made her do it. He thought the former from the careful way she slipped into the tub, and the slowness in which she came closer. Slinking along the bench until they were close enough to touch. Wings brushing first until they overlapped each other.

It just wasn’t close enough. Hands urging her quietly closer while she cleaned his face. Eyes slits as he watched her breasts rise above the surface of the water. Fingertips, knuckles, washcloth, all obstructing his view. And the water itself. Dark nipples nothing but shadow beneath the surface. Eyes closing, Lor put the wicked temptation from his sight and let her have her fussing. At least she pet him afterward, jaw easing beneath her touch.

Better she agreed with a nod of her head. Lor smiled and took her at her unspoken word, pulling her into his lap. She didn’t much seem to like it, hands covering her face and thighs tense beneath his. Frowning, Lor put kisses to the sharp bones above her breasts to try and tempt her out of hiding. It worked to an extent, hands settling on him rather than over herself. She tasted good. Like steam and sweat. The smell of her potent in the little hollow above the bone.

Her neck craned beneath his lips. Breasts breaking the surface again. Too far down for Lori to chase the peaks of her nipples his with mouth, but he paused at her jaw to take a look at them. Knuckles brushing along her side and up over her arm. Rumbling, Lor caught her mouth with his, eyes closed again as he drank her down. In his lap, Ilithian moved. Arm tight against his shoulders as she adjusted her position in his lap. Sinking deeper into it...

And closing her legs. Lor pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth to keep a sigh from escaping. She even crossed her ankles against him before pulling away from his kisses to hide again. Head tipping back, Lor stared at the ceiling, looking for inspiration. All he saw was steam and stone and the joint of Ilithian’s wing in his peripheral. Hands moving to her back, Lor pulled her tight against his chest, flattening her breasts to his chest. Her nipples teasing him.

Turning his head, he breathed into her ear, teeth nibbling at the hard curve. Lips plucking at the lobe. ”I’m not going to hurt you,” Lori promised, only a little sore that he even had to. His spear was mostly sleeping between his thighs anyway. Nothing to he frightened of, unsettled by her reticence Lor assumed. He’d never seen Ilithian afraid of anything. At least not to the point of hiding. ”Come kiss me some more.” Kissing was always good.

And maybe if he had her mouth distracted she wouldn’t notice that he had slid one hand all the way down her back and under her ass. Kneading the muscles there. Fingers dipping into the crease between it and her thighs. Not much of one since she was all bunched up into a protective ball. But Lor kept up his petting until he was skimming the apex of her thighs.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Ilithian on February 17, 2019, 03:45:42 PM
Was he annoyed? Ilithian felt Lorivar lean back a bit. Head turned towards the heavens. He often took that stance when rolling his eyes at her. At least this time he didn’t put his hands on his hips. If he was annoyed, would he leave? Thighs squeezing she tried to find the gumption to hope he would. But that gnawing emptiness at her center had an insistent pull. She didn’t want to frustrate him; didn’t want him to leave.

He didn’t disappoint her, pulling her close when he could have pushed away. She pretended it was for wanting of her, not just wanting to bed her. Because it was was nice. Being half crushed to his chest that way. Though she didn't miss the irony that having her naked body pressed to his would make her feel less exposed. Freeing an arm she turned the hold into a hug. Breathing in the scent of salt still clinging to his neck through the steam and sweat. Even her hair felt heavy.

Between their bodies the points of her breast tingled. His skin warm, and the water too when it lapped at them. Face still carefully turned into his neck she held her breath while he touched his teeth to her ear. It felt good and she pressed towards the sensation. Fondling his deaf ear with one hand and holding the root of a wing with the other. Clinging so he couldn’t unexpectedly part them. ”I know. I’m not scared of that.” She started to explain.

The words died in her throat. Because she didn’t know what to call the feeling that kept her from climbing up his face the way her body ached to do. He gave her another option. More sweet distraction in the flavor of his mouth. Kissing was always good. Swallowing down a nervous lump she traced his lips again. Sucking the lower one until they parted. Tongue venturing across to feel the shape of his front teeth. She worked the joint she had grabbed. Making the wing flex a little and sitting up straighter to reach better. His tongue flitted across the tip of her own. Silky smooth underside explored. She wanted it, she decided, trying to find the right stroke to tempt his over. And sucking at his lip in example.

She strained towards him more to escape some of the pressure of his massaging hand. It felt safer there than it had before. Mistakenly disarmed because it was behind her instead of in front. Humming into his mouth Ilithian turned again. Up higher to kiss him from above instead of below.  It was uncomfortable, twisted that way. Ever move tentative she angled more fully towards Lorivar’s front. A knee on either side of his right leg. Blood coloring her face rudy she buried her face into kissing him again. Trying very hard to think of anything other than the half of her that was above water.  And even harder of the half still below. ”I’m sorry.”

Breaking for a breath she bowed over him, cradling his head so she could pet his hair. Damp from the steam now, much like her own. ”I don’t like… not knowing what to do.” What if she wasn’t what he expected? Not as good as the harem waiting for him on Undavi? The questions swelled up around her. Making her sink down to hide on his shoulder again. But he hadn’t liked that before. So she came back again. To kiss the line of his jaw. And the ear good for keeping secrets. ”But I want to do it. With you.”

She pet him. Shoulders. Chest. Wings. Looking for his mouth again. Testing the suppleness of his lips with her teeth. Nibbling at their corners until a hand grazed one of his nipples. It was tiny and hard against the palm of her hand. She tweaked it with a finger, and gave it a pinch. Curious if his tingled the way hers did. Did her touches make him thrum the way touching hers did?
Title: Re: The spears of Askavi
Post by: Lorivar on February 17, 2019, 09:37:14 PM

”Good.” He didn’t want her to be afraid of him. Of the things he wanted to do to her. But most virgins had a case of the nerves. It was different from outright fear. He nuzzled her temple, ignoring the way she played with his bad ear. Ilithian had a strange attachment to the damned thing. Lor could feel her fondling it, but not hear the rasp of skin against skin. He suspected that was what she liked best. Its deafness.

His wing was another matter. Slender fingers clinging to the joint. She had him surrounded. Lor didn’t mind, giving over to her clinging arms as he stroked her back and teased her with his mouth. She liked the kissing, sucking at his lips and tracing his teeth with her tongue. Squeezing her hips and ass, Lor licked the underside of her tongue as it trespassed in his mouth, wing twitching as she tightened her hold on it. Finally his spear stirred, stomach knotting over the sensation. He wanted to tuck his wing tight and protect it, and also urge her to pull on it.

Groaning he went on kissing her. Ilithian rocked in his lap. Rising and falling until she was above him, her body angled over his. Lor urged her on with his hands and tongue. Nipping and sucking and licking whatever he could to keep her interest. He felt her breasts slide up his chest until they broke free of the water. Sucking at her tongue, Lor peeked at them, desperate to rain a few kisses on those too. ”For what?” He barked in surprise, pressing into her petting hands, mostly because it meant he could bow his head and suck at her nipple.

The angle awkward. Lor pressed her lower back to get her to thrust them high, tongue tickling the peek past his lips so he could suckle it. They were beautiful. Dark and haughty just like his queen. Lorivar rumbled, releasing her nipple with much regret. ”Don’t be foolish. I’ll show you what to do, and then next time you can tell me about all the ways I was doing it wrong.” He teased. Sighing into her hair, Lor kissed her scalp and stroked her back until she returned for more kissing. Lips teasing his useless ear.

”What? Ilithian you know I can’t hear out of that one.” He laughed, turning into her mouth, hands petting her back. She grew bolder, exploring his body and leaving trails of cold in her wake. His skin prickling and pulling wherever she touched it. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, Lor teased her, groaning as she tweaked his nipple. His spear hardened, and his fingers brushed the curls hidden between her thighs. Kneading one leg, Lor parted the silky hair with his fingers and gently ran his fingers over the folds hidden beneath them. Softer than softer. It made his stomach tighten.

”Bring this one over too,” he tempted, trying to take the leg she had wedged between his over his left so she straddled his whole lap rather than half of it. Half afraid she would panic and knee him in the balls. His hand went from knee to sides, then up over her breast, palming its weight and stroking the nipple with his thumb. He sucked at her jaw to distract her from his fingers, tongue licking at her neck.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
Post by: Ilithian on February 18, 2019, 12:51:12 AM
Fingers working a tangle from his hair Ilithian didn’t think about the hand on her tailbone. He pushed and she sat up higher. Nose finding its way to his hair, where he really did have a bit of Petair’s scent lingering on the ends. But there could have been no males left in the world for all she thought about them just then. They might have suddenly become the only two people in existance and she wouldn’t have noticed. Every inch of her was too busy drawing tight. Wishing it could fit into Lorivar’s mouth. Where warm, wet, wonderful things happened.

Gasp small and sharp she blushed; his tongue coaxing her nipple to his mouth made her hips flinch. Rolling forward until she skimmed his abs with her thighs. When he gave it a suck she failed to bite back a moan. Softening the sound into a deep sigh as he teased her flesh. Making the dark umber peak fat. It glistened with his saliva when he came up to speak. And she tightened her grip and hid her face to keep from shoving it back in his mouth. Shame he didn’t have two so she could see how having them both teased at once would feel. He'd have twice as much to say then, though, so she understand Mother Night's design choice.

”It’s not foolish.” She insisted.” And If you do it wrong there might not be a next time.” Ilithian reminded softly. There was a hint of unintentional warning in the words. It wasn’t what she meant- that this time could go critically wrong- but it was a truth on the edges of every virgin’s mind. She only wanted to tease back. If it was a tease at all. Maybe she would find someone to practice on while he was in Undavi. No doubt Lorivar wouldn’t go without. But he already wanted to do it again. And they hadn’t even really started. Had they?

Well. They might have. Giggling in his useless ear she fondled his muscle. Determined, this time, to suck his tongue when his lips parted around her own. The thought must have been on his mind too, because he wasted not a second before spearing it through her teeth. Pinching his nipple she gave it a try. Strange, slippery, and hot. It felt good to attempt to suck it down. Not as good as the ripple of electricity his groaning sent down her spine did, though. That was so nice. Reaffirming. Empowering. She did a thing and Lorivar thought it felt good. Which thing… she wasn’t sure. But he sounded pleased.

Hands curling she tucked them between their bodies. Right under their chins. Eyes clinching shut tight as she held the rest of herself very still. Pretending to think about the kisses while her mind was really between her legs. Fingertips petting tentatively at her center. It pulsed frantically. Faster than her own pounding heart even. Aching terribly on the inside with every stroke. In a place only her own exploring finger had wandered. Lorivar pet the tight curls that hid those secret pleasure points. Ilithian's body rocked of it's own accord into his hand. Clearing her throat she flushed at the unexpected rebellion in her hips.

”Ok.” She agreed, mouth suddenly tacky with dryness to the point her tongue dragged along the word. Her head felt light but the rest of her felt impossibly heavy. Knees especially as she let him pull one over his leg. Spreading her wider. Open. Settling across his lap she felt his spear in the place where her thighs lay over his. It made her curious, and nervous. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to span her fingers down its length or cry. Both seemed appropriate responses. Lorivar, once again, knew just how to turn her thoughts elsewhere.

When he touched her breast this time it was with his hand. Lifting it slightly from her body while he toyed at the tip. That hook in her tailbone dug deeper. Pulling at her groin from the inside. Making her clench muscles that didn’t have names. Every sweep of his thumbpad over her nipple tugging at her cunt. Egged on by the way he tasted her throat. Sucking there when she wished he would suck lower. She sat up higher, unpinning the hard shaft of his spear. Hoping he would trail his kisses to her breast again without prompting. Face tipped up she drank in the sensations. One hand feeling its way around the base of his wing again. Muscle there hard in a way that made her inexplicably eager to settle deep in his lap. She didn’t though. But she did reach for it. Petting her own curls before turning her palm to find his bellybutton. Below it a trail of hair thickened until it reached the base of his spear. Ilithian rested her palm there. Just above it. Trying to feel without feeling. She had seen a hundred dicks. She had never touched one.

So she took her time. Palm flat, running down the crease of his thigh until his spear caught in the crook of her thumb and forefinger. Swallowing her trepidation she took hold of it. Humming with another wave of doubts as she curled her fingers towards her thumb and found they couldn’t quite close around it. ”Has it… you. Ever.” Ilithian licked her lips. What were the words? They got lost on the way up his shaft. Measuring him blindly. Feeling the shape of veins and muscle under silky skin. She had to look now. Peeking down, she sucked her stomach in to make a gap between their bodies. The water twisted whatever view she was hoping for. Tongue ticking on her teeth she looked at his shoulder instead of his face. Such a small question so hard to ask! She had taken entire Provinces and made speeches to crowds numbering in the thousands without preparation. Now she couldn't put together a sentence for one man. He was going to laugh at her. She felt it in her bones and steeled for it. ”Have you ever not fit?” Because there was no way in Hell that thing was going to fit.
Title: Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
Post by: Lorivar on February 19, 2019, 06:42:09 AM

Her response was a pleasing one. Ilithian did not flit away from his tongue as she did his fingers. Gasping and sighing she leaned into it. Thighs brushing against his stomach as she pressed closer. Lor sucked, rolling the hardening nipple between his lips, curious to see how much of her breasts he could fit into his mouth. How hard he could suck before her pleasure turned painful. How close her thighs would get the more he nibbled. He pet them, for being so good and near.

”That’s critical of you, my virgin queen.” Lor smiled against her shoulder. Now that he’d let go of her breast she was back to hiding. And scolding. Always fussing at him for something or another. Lor thought she just liked bossing and flashing her craft around. He didn’t mind. He liked it too, especially when he got to stand smugly behind her while she harangued some other luckless male.

Not wanting the pleasure she’d experienced to wan, Lor didn’t give her much time for thinking before he pressed forward. This time he harassed her mouth with his own, breasts back beneath the water and out of the reach of his tongue. A tongue which Ilithian sucked greedily. He felt his stomach grow tight, tension spreading to his thighs and blood pooling in his spear. Just as good as the fingers she fit around his nipple to torment him with.

Riding the wave of pleasure, Lor tried to use her distracted kissing to pet more intimate places. Ilithian noticed however, hands like a wall between their bodies she grew distracted from his distraction. But she didn’t run away. Curls soft under his fingers, skin softer as she rocked against his hand. Lor inhaled sharply, spear jerking to life with excitement. He needed more, but he needed her thighs open if he was going to ensure it was comfortable. Some women liked it with their thighs pressed tight. Lor didn’t think he needed anymore tightness to deal with when tempting a virgin as stubborn as Ilithian to the spear.

Thank you, than you, thank you, Lor thought fervently. Knee sliding over his hip, thighs settling over his. She trapped his spear between their bodies but the weight was welcome. Very welcome. Blood pounding hard at his pulse points. Thumb and spear especially. Lor took a breast in hand, cupping its fullness and working her nipple with his thumb. Ilithian liked that too. Body rising toward the sensation. Lorivar could feel his own excitement like a coil in his gut. Something he had to restrain and remind of patience.

Harder to do with her hands exploring. Lor pinched her nipple gently, stomach quivering with eagerness, spear brushing against her thigh with it as well. He kissed lower, since she offered them so nicely, taking his time to look before flicking a tongue over her nipple. Breathing hard, Lor flicked and lapped without sucking, his fingers sliding deeper between her thighs. Parting curls, and then lips. He found the hard pearl of her clit and rubbed it with his fingers as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Movements synchronized and then stuttering as she wrapped her fingers around his spear. Lor paused to listen, and then kept going, trying to distract her from that too by sweeping his fingers down her cunt, fingers dipping into the shallow pool without penetrating. He pulled the other breast toward him and licked that too, trying not to laugh and groaning instead. Fuck. ”Not once.” Not the time to have his ego stroked over the size of his spear, not when it was frightening her. ”Not once, Ili it will fit, I promise.” She was made for it. Slurping the valley between her breasts, Lor went back to rubbing her clit, desperately wishing she would stroke him back before he died.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
Post by: Ilithian on February 20, 2019, 01:32:59 AM
It moved! Ilithian felt it straining under her leg. Twitching in a way that couldn’t be blamed on his beating pulse. She hadn’t know they could do that. Erections seemed so rigid, like the shaft of the spears they were equated to. Made for piercing. Tools that could be useful, or dangerous. Too often both. But under leg Lorivar’s was warm, the skin smooth and the shape oddly pleasing. Her mind knew it was dangerous, but her body wiggled to gauge its girth. Until fingers at her breast coaxed her into sitting up enough that his jumping spear could escape.

Through their pressed bodies she could feel Lorivar’s actual pulse too. As wild as her own. Maybe it wasn’t just the newness and doubt that did it then. Maybe the quickness of her pulse was part of the lust. The healer’s brew dampened the nerves, but not the clawing neediness his tugging fingers stirred. Rising high with his pinching she inhaled deeply and let it out in a rush. The opposite of gasp as his roaming mouth got close to her nipple again. Having felt it once now her breast knew they wanted it again. Toes curling with the strain of leaning up as far as her body could go without actually arching into him. The licking was even better than the sucking had been. Soft whimpers in the back of her throat Ilithian leaned down to lick back. Tracing the shape of his ear, catching the lobe between her teeth. It slipped free as she clenched internally against another new feeling.

Fingers dipping into the crease of her sex. Gliding over delicate places. In search of one in particular. Sucked and rubbed in tandem so that hot jolts shot from both points. Tying together and knotting at her navel. A shudder ran down her spine. Almost painful in the hard rush of pleasure it evoked. Ilithian mewled at him in something equivalent to frustration. One knee temping to climb high up his side. It was good. Very good. Too good. But not enough. In her core a hollow need wrapped around nothing. Muscles clenching for something to clench at.

Ilithian knew what it wanted. Gave an exploratory pet down his body for it. And found not the promised spear but a Darkness damned club. Lorivar ignored her question at first. She was half glad. The answer wasn’t important, anyway, he had already decided to stick it in her. So if there were women it had not fit in, she probably didn’t want to know. He likely wouldn’t have been honest anyway. The curl of her eyebrows when she looked down at him suggested as much. When he did pop her nipple free the response came with a graze over more untouched places. Hips hungry they lurched at him. Eyes closing she tried to judge his size by running her hand up to the tip. Surprised to find it was less firm than the base. Fleshy with a bit of bounce when she gave it a squeeze.

Low in her pelvis Ili felt a wet heat building. Thighs parting a bit more as Lorivar went back to petting her between them. For a long minute she was still. Enjoying the tease of his fingers as they passed over the best spot then rubbed it from the side. It made her knees spasm when he skimmed it, and her grip tighten. Spear tip caught between her thumb and the side of her hand. Held as if she would pluck it from his body. But she only stroked down towards the base again. The gap in her hand pretending at cuntness. He was a liar, she decided. It was not going to fit. He would just make her fit it.

And she ached at the thought. With a hungry sort of pain. Hand stroking again from root to tip. This time she explored a bit more boldly. Soft tip thicker than the rest. If she rubbed towards the tiny slit at the very top the skin covered it again. She teased the slit with the side of her thumb pad. Listening to the way it changed his breathing when she touched and stroked. There was more than just the spear to feel too. Catching his head in the crook of her other elbow she held him still for kissing. Another try at his tongue while she felt lower down his body. Palming the skin around his balls. Feeling for a testis through the sack. Her nose wrinkled, because it was wrinkled. His skin, not his actual ball, though she supposed with half a dozen babies at home there might not have been much left in them.

Would it hurt if she pinched one? Ilithian gave a slow tug at the captured testicle. When she tried to suck his tongue again she found she couldn’t. Too short of breath. They came out raw and ragged. She realized the tension in her spine was from the crest of a building orgasm and hid again. Jerking towards his fingers so they hit the edge of her clit at just the right spot. Moaning into the crook of his neck and shoulder. Hair clinging to both of them in the damp air. It was strange and embarrassing to be so close to a climax with Lori there to watch. To be the one slicking through her curls and rubbing her to that point. She wasn’t sure she should even have one yet. Maybe she had been fighting for too long, because she fought this too. Backing down at the last second and pulling her hips away without untucking her face. ”Not yet.” She growled at him. Not… alone. She wanted him to come too, to be distracted with his own pleasure. But it might have been to late.
Title: Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
Post by: Lorivar on March 24, 2019, 06:31:12 AM

Lorivar forgot that there was an Eyrie full of people surrounding them. Forgot anything existed outside the sphere of stone and hot water. He was all nostrils and tongue. Scent and taste mingling until her could not tell them apart. All a whole. All Ilithian. She was salty freshness. Sweat and perfumed skin. He could have drowned in the valley between her breasts. Her scent was potent there. Caught by skin and clothing. A secret place. But he could not bring her much pleasure lapping the soft flesh there.

He was skin too. All the places their bodied met, which was not enough. Spear caught, crushed, and released. Ilithian rose up his body without touching it. Higher so he could fit her breasts in his mouth. Press her nipple flat beneath his tongue. Higher too, though she did not know this, so he could slide his fingers between the iron silk of her thighs and part damp curls and slick flesh. A thing she liked enough to bite his ear. Breath felt rather than heard.

Yes. He was skin too. Pulled tight and flinching from spear tip to scalp. He held tighter to himself. Lorivar had to remember to he cautious and careful. This was a duty and not a pleasure. Or not just a pleasure. He hid a smile in the side of her breast as she complained at him and moved his free hand to thigh, to help balance her seeking leg. Her body was ready. Legs eager to wrap around him. Fingers doing just that. Good until it was impossible. A stuttering conversation over the size of his spear. Lor dare a look at her, the arch of her brow a condemnation.

He tried to smile in reassurance, but it was a feeble thing. Lips tucked between his teeth, he bent his face back to her breast, distracting her as she tormented him. Squeezing his spear until it tried flinching away from the pressure, making him hiss around her nipple. Ilithian eased up and did as he had hoped. Testing the length with her hand. Lorivar squeezed her thigh and used it to pull her closer, and wider. Wished he could feel the dampness of her body the wetness of the water to interfere.  Smell it. Taste it.

Groaning, he buried his face into her breast and thrust into her hand. Curious woman. She explored him tip to balls until his head was pounding from lack of blood and too much focus. He took his frustration out on her breasts, and then her mouth when she tipped his head back for kissing. Tongue and fingers plunging in together. Just one while he kept her clit well occupied with his thumb. Gentler than his tongue, but just barely. Ass and thighs clenched to keep from mimicking the motion with his spear. She liked it, sucking his tongue weakly until she didn’t like it anymore andjerked away. Tweaking his ball and then withdrawing.

”Ili!” He whined. Not yet! Not yet! Fucking woman! Lorivar bit his tongue. His tongue. Kissing the spot dead center of her nipples, Lor caught her. Hands strong just under her arms. Wrapped tight over her ribs he lifted her up. The edge of the bath was wide. Wide enough at the corner he thought. ”No bossing.” He grumbled, setting her ass on the edge of it. He gave her shoulder a push and pulled at her hip, wedging his shoulders down under her thighs. He didn’t give her time to think. If she thought he would fight like she fought everything else. So there was no teasing. No lead up or preparation. Just his mouth over her cunt. Giving as much as he could fit into his mouth a hard suck before slipping his tongue over her clit and down into her cunt. In and in until he was sure he could taste her soul.

The sigh he heaved against her thigh was content. ”So good.” He mumbled before attacking her clit with quick flicks of his tongue, hand sneaking up from beneath, to really part her. Lorivar tasted her again. Tongue lapping the length of her cunt before going back to work. He added sucking in this time, to distract her from the fingers he slipped in. Two this time, to gently stroke her from the inside in tandem with his tongue. His other hand kneaded her upper thigh and hip. Body free to thrust his own pleasure uselessly in the water now that there wasn’t a virgin to frighten with his excited humping.

Pulling her clit tight in his mouth, Lori pressed in on her barriers gently. He wanted in. To spin a shield over her inner webs and to share with her the delicious heat of her taste. And the drawn tight heat in his testes.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
Post by: Ilithian on March 28, 2019, 01:33:06 AM
It was like coming up for air after too long underwater. Fighting the sensation back down before it could crest. Ilithian shivered against Lorivar. Body calming as the tide of threatened climax eased. Gulping a burning lungful of air because she had accidentally held her breath. Her skin felt too warm, face burning most of all. Doubly so as he fussed at her for pulling away. She had curled her toes so hard they felt cramped. Once he took his finger back she realized it had been inside of her. Too caught up with his tugging tongue and rolling thumb to really pay attention before.

Now she felt it though. That empty ache turned painful. A tight throb at her core. Clitoris buzzing. So sensitive that just sitting in the water made her tingle. She thought if he touched her again just then she would scream. But his hands had both moved on. Up. Gripping her under the arms like a child. Lifting her as easily as if she were one. Baffled for a moment she struggled to cling to him. Where was he putting her? The stones had soaked in the heat of the water, and its humidity too. A soft squelch cutting through the room as her wet asscheeks met the tiles along the tub’s edge. ”You no bossing!” She argued before he tipped her back. Knees falling open as she tried to catch her balance.

Her wings slipped around the wet stones while she tried to keep from falling back and crushing them. Weight barely caught on one elbow before he bowled her over again. This time with only the touch of his mouth. A hot breath in an unexpected place the only warning she had before his head was planted firmly between her thighs. Ilithian was too surprised to react at all. Body going still as his quick suck gave way to a plunging tongue. She had to lay back so that both hands were free to clap over her mouth. There was no noise to muffle, just the clicking of her throat as she tried to remember how breathing was done. Eyes rolling shut and hips jerking she felt every inch of her skin prickle in answer to his seeking mouth. A rush of heat and wetness she couldn’t blame on the bath slickened his probing.

He said words that made her whimper. Then did things that made her grip his hair. Not sure if she was trying to pull him of or into her. She twitched and flinched. Every fick of his tongue too good to stand. It was crazy, a small voice laughed in the back of her head, she wanted to cry and to drive his tongue at her clit harder. To kick him off and rub it herself until the muscles in her thighs turned to liquid. She could feel the inside of her hips jittering and her blood pulsing against his lips. That gaping hollowness clenching with her asscheeks. Her fingers had gone from clawing his scalp to petting it somewhere along the way. Their fleshy pads pressing to the contours of his head as she gave in to the rise of pleasure this time.

Shifting on the stones she tried to lay more comfortably as he spread her wider. The fingers he exposed her with slowly turning to ease into her body. Sucking her bottom lip Ilithian helped with the distraction. One hand hooking around his ear to trace its folds, the other reaching up to palm a breast. Pushing it aside so the gap between them was a valley she could peek down to see his face. Or what wasn't hidden in the creases of her cunt, anyway. Her moans were more like groans, pried out with every wiggle of the fingers he had filled her with. Ilithian tried not to worry about how tight it felt, just those two fingers. Focusing instead on the thrumming build of another orgasm starting in the base of her spine. Lorivar brushed their psychees together, looking for another sort of entry. One Ilithian found easier to fold against.

If she had to describe it she would compare it to flying for the first time. Seeing the world from an entirely new perspective. Opening yourself to a thousand new sensations all at once. Except the world was her body, and Lorivar’s too. The same but different. Tangled comfortably together. Pleasure radiating from one to the other- both within the others grasp. She could smell the sharp tange of her own arousal through his senses. Feel the way it coiled his blood. And all the places her nails had scratched. Could show him the trepidation rooting in the pit of her stomach. And the tongue triggered quaking in her pelvis, too. ”Lori…”

More. Less. She could feel her head spinning with it. Hand trailing down the back of his head to his neck, down his shoulders to the blades between them she gave his wing joint a tug. Holding him in place with thighs that locked around his head as her toes curled around the tub’s perimeter. Ilithian held her breath again, the small of her back bowing up and her wings bruising on the floor as she came. Hissing his name the whole time. Tension and frustration leaving her in the same short gush that flowed around and between his working fingers. Hot and thick where it pooled against her ass. Eyes closed she let her legs fall open again so he could breath too, petting the arch of the wing she had tried pulling off with apologetic strokes.

The relief didn’t last long. It was a good orgasm, because she wasn’t sure there was any other sort. But it wasn’t deep. Didn’t come from the place he had stirred into aching with his fingers. Ili sat up, knees touching as she rested the soles of her feet on Lorivar’s arms. Could he feel what she was thinking while he was buried so deep behind her barriers? She asked with her eyes instead of her mouth. Bobbing back into the water so she could kiss him and taste herself first hand. She hoped he could, even if it meant he saw all the awkward, private thoughts she would rather he not see. Because thinking he should fuck her now was a lot easier than asking him to.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
Post by: Lorivar on March 29, 2019, 06:40:03 AM

Lor ignored her reactions. Every one noticed, catalogued, and ignored. Her stillness was fine. Made it easier for him to get to work. The taste of her sliding down his tongue and the back of his throat while he drowned in her scent. She went limp, body flat against the stones, surprise slowly turning to tension. He could feel it sliding up her thighs just before she started pulling his hair.

Fingers like claws, hands like vices. Lorivar ignored the pain, smiling between the folds of her cunt and aiming to make her pull more. At least she wasn’t hitting him or running away. And she tasted so damn good. The center of her body quicker to respond than the rest. There was no tension there, only slick warmth that welcomed him. Hot and wet, it only got hotter and wetter. It spread to the rest of her. Fingers turning soft in his hair as she relaxed into the sensation. Gave over to his tongue.

And his fingers. That made her restless, her hand moving to his ear, the other one vanishing completely. Lorivar glanced up to find her glancing down, cheeks lifting up in a smile, he sucked her clit between his teeth teasingly. He thought, if she could stand to look, she would welcome him. Ready to really experience what could lay between them. Lorivar was ready too. Had been for years. And he wasn’t wrong. Ilithian let him in, and Lor spent the rest of his Red weaving a shield for her inner most web, before joining her for the pleasure.

It was all taste and smell and touch. The not quite smooth texture of her cunt around his fingers. The nerves that shivered as he passed his fingertips over them. Or his tongue. The way the hard suck if her clit drew his balls tight to his body. Spear aching, thrusting at the water. Sometimes caught almost painfully between Lor’s thigh and the side of the tub as he changed position. Kneading hand on Ilithian’s hip mimicking the sort of caress her might have inflicted on himself if he hadn’t been so consumed by her. His queen. Wide open and willing beneath his mouth.

And then clenched tight. Ilithian pulled hard on his wing and crushed his face between her thighs. Lorivar didn’t stop. Just leveraged himself high, shoulders pressing into her thighs so he could sink his fingers deeper. He sucked her clit in and teased it mercilessly with his tongue. Over and over again, the feel of her orgasm growing up around him and making his spear press against his stomach. Lorivar groaned, wings spreading wide and hand pulling her tight against his face. He gave her a couple quick thrusts with his fingers while she clenched tight around him, her climax so sweet it made him want to sink his teeth into her.

And his spear.

Lor moaned as she sat up, body pulling away from him until her knees were a barrier. He rested his chin on them and looked her over. Unabashed by the slickness of his chin. She looked good. Glowy. And like she wanted more. He could feel it. A nameless hunger that saw her sliding into the tub with him. Lorivar welcomed her. Wings spread for balance as she settled along his body. Breasts sliding against him and making his spear bob. Tongue eager to taste herself on his. He kissed her and settled his arms around her, positioning their bodies as he did.

Back to the edge of the tub, ass secure on the seat. Lor kept kissing. Mouth as hungry now as it had been moments before. Ravaging her lips and jaw. Her neck and ear. Hands spreading her thighs over his. ”Wrap your legs around.” He whispered, sucking the skin beneath her earlobe. Lori held her tight. One arm wrapped around her lower back, pulling her close. His other hand beneath her ass cheeks, spreading her wide again, a fingers tracing wetness trapped in the folds of her cunt.

He had to be quick, before the bath washed away the traces of her orgasm. All that helpful lubricant that made the tip of his spear slick. And slicker as he guided himself in. Arm tightening around her as if she were his self control. He couldn’t thrust wildly though he wanted to. Desperate to be buried so deep in her he couldn’t tell them apart. He had to be slow, dipping in and withdrawing. Spreading the wetness down his shaft before sliding deeper. Lor’s jaw clenched tight, teeth bared against her shoulder. Easy, easy, easy. Trying to sense through Ilithian when he was deep enough without being too deep.

But she was so damn tight. And so damn Ilithian, he wanted all the way in. Every inch she had worried about snuck inside of her until she couldn’t tell them apart either. Moaning, Lor leaned into her, trapping her clit between their bodies and pushing his hips up. Up and in, burying them into her thighs. ”Oh fuck.” He groaned, fingers kneading her ribs. ”Oh yes, yes, yes.” Lor nuzzled her neck and rocked into her. Once. And again. And again. Both arms circling her now and holding her tight. Spear barely moving from inside her, but barely was enough, especially with her breasts and clit caught in the friction of their bodies.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
Post by: Ilithian on April 11, 2019, 01:28:32 AM
Thumb wicking away the wetness from his face Ilithian looked back at Lorivar. Tentatively exploring their connection along the psychic plane now that she could really concentrate. It was not what she had imagined. Intimate and deep but not invasive in the ways she had expected. Lorivar’s feelings, physical and emotional, resonated along the thread, but she couldn’t read his thoughts. Perhaps if hse had sifted through his barriers she might have tried. And she could see the bubbles of memories in the back of his conscious while he ate her with his eyes now that his mouth had done it’s work.

When being on display became too overwhelming she joined him in the water. Between their bodies his spear pulsed, she could feel the ache. Similar to her own, but opposite too. She tipped her face so their lips could meet. Tongue slipping over a flavor that was not his. It was wetter than water, or spit. She sucked it from his lower lip. Groaning in disappointment when he shifted her towards the ledge again. She didn’t want back up. She wanted to climb him instead.

Especially as his mouth pinkened her throat and rose goosebumps across her shoulders. Shivering her nipples into painful little puckers of skin that pressed into his warm chest. Fingers flexing on his shoulders Ilithian pulled up, letting him guide her legs around his hips. Ankles locking over his ass. Somehow it was more revealing than laying there with his face in her cunt. She tingled with a electric sort of anxiety. All the strands of her existence vibrating with alarm. ‘Careful, careful!’ her brain was screaming. While the rest of her was ready to turn inside out and swallow him right up.

Face buried in his neck she whimpered at her fingers. Hips twitching as she tried to catch them, but they only played around the outside. Tickling sensitive flesh. Their small fleshy pads calloused. A complete contrast to the molten silk he touched with next. Instinct said clench. And she did. Eyes, fingers, cunt. Breath ragged even though he did nothing but slip smooth skin against smooth skin. Her thoughts so wild they nearly ran away with her, throwing her towards the shimmering beacon of her Webs. Squeezing her knees at his waist she gasped as the steady pressure turned to penetration.

”Augh.” It was not pain. Just an impossible to describe sort of burning. Not just for Ilithian but for Lorivar too. She could feel the sensation, the throbbing that started at his speartip and shot through his shaft. Could feel him struggling not to bury in her to the root. And tried not to tempt him with the hollow feeling in her stomach that suggested she wouldn’t mind the ache if he tried. Petting at his hair she tried to focus less on the details of what she felt. All the little places that threatened to pinch or pull as he slipped another inch inside. Then out again. An extra added when he gave it back.

Took it away.

Gave more.

Ilithian gripped around it. Muscles quivering at the newness of the feeling. Places her fingers had never reached rubbed against. Places his fingers had never reached spread. Until it was too much, a sharp sting tempting her to flinch away. But his arm and her locked ankles kept them together. The more she relaxed, the more their bodies lay flush. The better it felt. Tracing his jaw with a hand she leaned her cheek against his. Petting the head laid on her shoulder, and the back of is neck too. His wings spread for balance while her own were tucked tight to her body. Laid over his arm, out of the way.

He shifted his weight. She rocked her hips. They slid apart, then deep again. Deeper this time as the angle changed. ”Lor!” It frightened her, held onto a spear she was sure would hurt if it went so far. But it didn’t. It was good instead. She complained against his bad ear anyway. Wordless whimpers as her pelvis wiggled in answer to his rocking. Hips driving the hard muscles of his stomach into her clit until she was panting again. All his idle noises a soft roar in her head while she clung. Trembling around him, and around his spear. Testing the way it felt to squeeze it. Eyes half more curious than her shaking hands which only petted his chest, face and wings in random order.

Peeking between them she watched the flex of his body as he leaned into her then eased once more. Over and over until the slickness was more sweat than bathwater. He was a sight in the throes of pleasure. Babbling on while he tucked his nose to her throat. All sharp reliefs and rolling muscle. Young and handsome. And shoved inside of her. Ilithian loosened her hold around his waist, letting their bodies part enough for a glimpse between them. Squealing she pulled him close again. ”It’s too much.” Him. His spear. The climax building up behind her clit and radiating out. Just out of reach, teasing from her nipples down her spine to her cervix, which begged for bruising. Or was the head of his spear just wishing it could? Not sure which were his desires and which were her own. It was all a meld of pleasure now. From one end to the other.  ”Faster.”
Title: Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
Post by: Lorivar on April 11, 2019, 06:02:22 AM

”Shhh.” Lor crooned. Too busy clutching her tight to pet her, he rubbed his face against her instead. His Red holding steady as he tried to be the eye of the storm instead of the cause of it. Face running over her shoulder and neck. Cheek to cheek he stroked and nuzzled while working his way into her body. A delicious tension that parted Ilithian and trapped him tight. Knees strangling his hips. Cunt torturing his spear.

Mouth tracing all the places he’d rubbed his face, Lorivar pressed on. And upward. Slowly rocking his way deeper while Ilithian pet at him. Her hands distracted mayflies that flit about his head and shoulders. He smiled and gave her more. And more, until there was pain. Breathing ragged, Lor sucked on the hard jut of her clavicle, hips still rocking without advancement. He waited for her to relax, hands more insistent on his body, and then he began again.

Deeper this time. His name like a bell toll in his ear. Lor grunted, feeling it like a shock wave through his body. It reminded him of a shield breaking, but this felt so very much. ”It’s good.” He told Ilithian, as if she hadn’t noticed. Pleasure vibrating down both ends of their shared thread. Lor shifted. Ilithian’s hot breath all over his bad ear while he worked on kissing the other side of his neck and fucking her. Toes curling tight as she wiggled closer, arms crushing her to him as he groaned.

”Oh yes.” He promised, easing his death grip so he could have room to move. To really slide from her body and then in again. Feeling every sliver of release as he withdrew, and every once of relief when he was back inside. Ilithian looked down the gap between their bodies. Lorivar did too, nibbling her jaw while he glanced down. Stomach flexing for her, spear gliding between her bodies. It looked good. At least to him. Ilithian, of course, found something to complain about.

”No it’s not.” He promised with a smile, leaving off her shoulder to cover her mouth in kisses. Just a couple, because it was hard to be gentle and her tongue and her not-so-virginity at the same time. Shuddering, Lori sucked her lip and then went back to inhaling the musk behind her ear. His hand slid down to knead the roundness of her ass, fingers dipping lower still to stroke the underside of his spear as it slipped past and into Ilithian. Slicker than slick when it came out again.

”Okay.” His spear twitched. Faster. Trading hip for arm, Lorivar pulled until her back bowed. Nipple tipping up over the water’s surface so he could suck it hard between his lips. He slid to the edge of the seat, supporting her weight with one hand and making sure she didn’t float away with the other. Bracing hard with his heels, he went faster. Hips bucking his spear into her. Arm circling her waist so he could move her too. ”Oh, Ili.” He gasped against her breast before attempting to inhale her nipple again.

Careful not to slam into her. Lor moved a hand to her thigh. Wrist between their bodies so he didn’t bruise her with hip or spear. It allowed him to thrust hard and fast without fear. Reveling in the way she slid on and off his length with such ease. Hot and wet and wanting. ”That’s it.” He purred, feeling everything drawing tight to his navel. She was so good. Lorivar just wished there was a bed so he could show her how deep and how fast he could go without scraping them raw on stone.

But this was more than enough. He’d let go. A hand on either hip, he watched her breasts bounce as he showed her how to ride each of his thrusts. Eyes dipping lower to watch that too. Hands flexing hard, harder. ”Oh fuck.” She was beautiful. More beautiful like this than ever before. Head tipping back, Lor gnashed his teeth together and fit everything he could in her while he came with a muffled shout.

Title: Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
Post by: Ilithian on May 09, 2019, 01:16:49 AM
Damn him for being right this time. It wasn’t too much. Even when it was. Ilithian knew now, beyond the shadow of any doubt, why it was called a spear. Penetrating without piercing, an aching buzz coursing from cunt to breast as he filled her over and over. He did all the work while she clung to him desperately. Breath short and sharp anyway. Echoing back at her as he covered her mouth in kisses before tucking back to her ear.

Pressing cheek to cheek she trembled around him. Bodily, as those low muscles flinched and clenched, learning to accommodate this new intrusion. Along her psyche too, barriers reeling against the foreign sensation of two building orgasms. Even her arms trembled around his neck. The cusp of release was so close she could feel it making her teeth itch. Grinding them together she gasped as he gave her what she didn’t know she knew to ask for.

Arching up with knees on his hips for leverage Ilithian reached for the ledge behind her back. Wings snapping wide as he stole her nipple, and what felt like half her soul. Palm on the stone she used that for leverage too. Keeping it from scraping down her wings or spine as he measured exactly how much spear to give on every thrust. Hand clamped around her leg to pull her back to every inch. She butted against his wrist and wished it gone. Heels spurring the backs of his thighs like a faithful old horse until he held her more loosely.

She felt like condensed sensation. A bubble of pleasure waiting to burst. Body aching with the exertion of riding to the edge of climax. It was the sort of sweet agony you got from wiggling a loose tooth or popping a stiff knee. Her own flexing hard now that he only held her by the hips. Her own body providing the momentum as she jerked up until only the very tip of his spear remained inside. Barreling back down to the base where the soft, wet impact of cunt to abdomen sent an electric jolt through her body. Gripping his wing with her free hand she leaned in to rain kisses over his forehead. Eyes following his gaze down.

It was… something. She couldn't watch anymore. Eyes clamped tight as the rest of her contracted to a pin prick of need. He backed her to the wall of the tub. Cursing in victory as he sank into her like a sword in a sheath. The crushing in her center was an odd pain that made her shout too. Petting his hair she slithered a hand between their bodies. Rubbing and panting until she could join him on the other side of satisfaction. ”Ugh, Mother Night I can’t feel my legs.” She laughed, feeling them with kneading fingers to make sure they were still attached. Even the press of her hands was numb. She could only tell that they shook, sending ripples up through the water, which Ilithian was thankful hid the mess she would have made otherwise. ”Are you alright?” She soothed with kisses and caresses over his tense shoulders and wet curls.
Title: Re: The spears of Askavi [cw]
Post by: Lorivar on May 28, 2019, 08:36:17 PM

She was wild and wanton and exquisite when she got past her fear. And it passed swiftly. Pleasure and trust driving it away once they conquered the first hurdle. Barriers breached, and everything but her virginity in tact. Slowly, so she could adjust. Gently so he didn’t fall into mindless fucking.

It was to become very mindful fucking. Ilithian quick to learn. Always sensual but more so now that there were no inhibitions. No need for restraint. Greedy for more until she could have all of him. Bracing herself to ride the length of. Kees to his hips. Hand to edge of the tub. Wings wide and beautiful. Lori drank it in. Every sight and sensation. Grunting and teasing as she grabbed hold of his wings.

Heels urging him onward. Deeper and deeper until they ket with a slap that sent a shudder through them both. Trying to catch her kisses, Lor gave in. Body strung too tight. Queen too good. The sight of her slipping up his spear the undoing of both of them. He apologized, hand too slow to help her catch up, eyes drawn to the way she touched herself. Not a hint of self conscience or remorse. It was murder. And helped to keep his spear hard and eager for her when it would have otherwise flagged.

”You’re alright?” Groaning, he grinned at her laughter, settling her into his lap. It was hard, her trembling legs to his trembling legs, but Lor managed to take them back, seat himself with Ilithian on top on the bench. Wings wide as he leaned back and chased her kissing lips and petting fingers. ”I’m fine you wonderful woman.” He stroked her back and rubbed a leg, smirking at the way the muscles spasmed.

Nibbling her neck, Lorivar waited for his body to relax. Hands stealing up her spine and under her knees. ”Come on. I want to bed you properly. In a bed.” Water wicked from their bodies as they walked, Lor sucked her earlobe and massaged her thigh. ”Not too sore, I hope?” His tongue ready to kiss away any aches she might of had for as long as she liked.