Closed Good For Business (Kavala)

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Riaris stifled a chuckle when Kavala glared at him and simply stared back. Perhaps the waitress hadn't caught her subtle jump, but he had noticed it. With his arm around her, holding her close, and his hand upon her tender flesh, he felt it. It took only a tick, the time in which she felt his touch and her body reacted to it. He was amused, and it clearly showed in his features before the conversation became more serious. Something happened in those few moments, a realization as the two learned of the others positions and feelings on the situation. It was as much a relief for him as it was for her. Riaris knew nothing of the woman's romantic life, and what her suitors where like before him. It didn't matter and he wouldn't attempt to be like them or take their places. The violet Akalak was none of these men, and thought little of what those past men had done for her. He was there with her in the present, and for those bells, for that day he would give her everything. All the mysterious adventures his eyes held, the promises that his voice made, and even the gestures of his body. They were hers.. He was impressed at how well she handled his bold movements as he moved her over his lap. For whatever the rest of the people were doing, how close they were in their affectionate embraces, Riaris didn't know. His attention was on Kavala, as it had been since the moment she strolled into the ship yard. The outside world was something far and away from them and Riaris saw nothing of this until the waitress had returned with their drinks. She was gone soon enough, and Kavala's next move surly more than made up for the ticks that their gazes left the other. Riaris stayed silent for the moment, his limbs still at his sides as the woman straddled him and massaged his scalp. Taking charge was something that he was used to doing, but for the time, he enjoyed sitting back and allowing the Konti to explore as she wished. The music had changed, a slower more intimate song played, as if to mirror their intense session. He watched Kavala as she touched his face, her lips kissing his flesh. His gaze lowered, almost to the point where his eyes were closed. His focus tighten, only taking in her slender figure, and the supple curves peeking from inside her tunic. As she continued to kiss about his dark features, the Akalak lifted his hands to gently traced about her back, as he leaned closer to enjoy her scent and the softness of her skin against his. The aroma of the fresh dishes were strong, but the meal resting in his lap was much more enticing. The Konti's movements only worked to spur him on, and increase his urges to have at her. When she placed his hands upon her hips, Riaris eagerly explored. His hands moved about her hips, slipping up and over to squeeze her rear as he pulled her closer so that her pelvis pressed tightly against his. His gaze lifted to hers as they moved in for another kiss, his lips pressing hottly against hers. He firmly gripped the flesh at her backside, his tongue twirling with hers as he pulled her body down even tighter against his. There was a heat rising within him, and with their bodies pressed against the other, that heat became all the more unbearable. Riaris kissed at her neck, allowing her golden locks to tickle his skin as he continued to explore her body with his meaty hands. Her words reached his ears, teasing him, keeping his urges alive and his hands roaming about her body. The Konti wanted him, that much was clear, but did she really understand what she was asking of him? Maintaining control was one thing that the Akalak spent their lives attempting to master. They were taught to contain the rawness within their nature, if only to spare those around them the wrath of their possible rage. However this is what she had asked. For him to release control, to let it all go. For RIaris, it would be an easy thing to do, and yet just as hard. To lose control.. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked, reaching out and gently cupping her cheek. "I will not deny that I want you, that everything within me is telling me to take you here and now, on this very table.." he paused a moment, a smile spreading across his lips. "I am very..hungry for you, Kavala. Losing control with you doesn't seem like a bad idea, though it seems that you will tolerate nothing less." He finished with chuckle before drawing her in again. Riaris kissed at her neck, making a trail from her ear and down, finally locking his lips around her throat and sucking on the tender flesh there, as his hands slipped inside the fabric of her tights.

[Kavala]

As with him, Kavala's world narrowed down. There was him, and he was the whole world from the moment she settled onto his lap, met his gaze, and touched him. With his hands tracing her back, her hips, she slid closer and felt the burn that was between them. Kavala didn't care they were in a public place. In fact, they were not the only ones partaking of pleasure from another in quiet corners throughout The Coils Club. The Dhani were not shy and this was there place, and its aura permeated everything with its willingness to accept.

Riaris' hands were big, and just the right amount of rough from his weaponswork. She appreciated that as he slid her forward, their hips melding together separated only by their clothing. She momentarily bared her teeth in frustration of that only to have his lips cover hers. His kiss was hot and demanding and she lost herself to it, tasting him as thoroughly as he tasted her. In moments Riaris had her beyond caring about anything other than the Akalak she was with. All her worries and troubles tumbled from her mind. There was only him, that moment, and the fire between them. Gods, the fire. Kavala trembled with it even as his tongue danced with hers. He broke the kiss, gave her a chance to inhale deeply, and then latched onto her neck, which she arched to give him access too.

She whispered his name then, a tortured needy sound, and heard then his words. Kavala, in a small part of her brain, understood he was giving her an out, letting her back gracefully off from the heat they were building, but she wanted none of it. Beyond answering with words the moment he touched her, the Konti locked her gaze with his even as his hand slipped inside the stretchy fabric of her tights. He found nothing beneath but skin and scales and a great deal of moist heat.

Kavala shifted then, half bucking in response to his touch on her skin, and half to give herself access to him. Her long scarf tunic flared out, concealing his entire lap. The Akalak knew exactly what she did when she reached beneath it. Agile fingers found his belt, fumbled to release it, and opened his pants boldly. The entire time her blue eyes locked with his, wide with desire. She pulled him free, running her hands up and down his length.

She captured him in one scaled and webbed palm, the butter soft firmness of her own hand encircling his girth as if testing his readiness. With her other hand she sought Riars' hand that was not otherwise occupied beneath her clothing and pulled it around and laid it on the dagger tucked into the small of her back. Kavala pressed his hand onto the hilt and leaned forward, still stroking him, and laid her lips once more against his ear.

"I don't want to wait. I am... absolutely sure. The knife is razor sharp. The seam will part like water. I regret not wearing a skirt, but this will have to do. Give yourself access. We are not close enough yet. Not by far." The Konti whispered. "I want you buried so deep, so utterly deep, there is nothing within me but you. And then while we are, I want to feed you with the food they've brought, so you do not hunger any more. You are welcome to do the same for me. Then I want to feed your soul until you are satiated that way as well." She whispered, her face wicked as she rose up, bumped his length suggestively with the offensive seam that bound the legs of her tights across her pelvis, and held herself aloft above his lap to give him access to cut.

She had no idea if he'd do it or not, but it was by and large the most wicked absolutely outrageous thing she'd ever suggested to anyone anywhere. And she fully intended to follow through if he was willing to play.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Inside Riaris, a storm was brewing, one of desire as well as struggle and frustration. Recoomas wanted the Konti as much as Riaris did. But for him, the intensity was already far past the breaking point. He wanted her, needed her and if he had control of their bulky form, he would have already planted her on the table, the food and drinks tossed aside as he devoured the lovely women as only an Akalak could. However, he wasn't in control and Riaris wasn't getting there fast enough. The Akalak took his time, enjoying the moment and feeling everything. He also wanted to be sure that the woman was ready, he didn't know what she was used to and he felt as if he had been gentle for long enough. His hands moved around inside her tights, groping, molding the supple flesh into his hands and enjoying the softness. His long fingers curled and stretched around her cheeks, seeking to explore the moist heat below. Her skin felt like cream against his rough hands, warm and smooth with the added exotic scales of her race. Riaris could feel his excitement growing, his hands massaging her body and causing her to buck against him more. His gaze matched her own and he took in the icy blue wonders as he felt her hands roaming about and undoing his belt. The Akalak breathed in deeply as she took him into her hands, his desire for her growing out of control which showed clearly in his pale eyes. His body tensed up as she touched him and he could feel an increasing warmth as his flesh rose within her firm grip. Riaris parted his lips, a deep sigh of satisfaction slipping out as he became fully awake. In return for her kind gesture, the bold Akalak pressed his hand tightly against her body, guiding his fingers to stroke the gentle folds in her moist flesh. Riaris met her gaze again for a moment, as she moved his hand to the small of her back and laid it upon her dagger. When she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, he squeezed her in his hand and planted kisses against her neck. The Akalak's eyes widen from her suggestion. Not that it was something he wouldn't do, but rather something he didn't expect her to suggest. He smiled then, an animistic smirk growing across his lips as he released another sigh of pleasure. "You surprise me, I wouldn't have expected such a...inventive idea." Until just then, he had forgotten that they had in fact ordered a meal, which was now cooling behind them. "I do like the way you think. Meals are more enjoyable when eaten with pleasant company. And I can think of no one better suited than you Kavala. So..Let us dine upon the food and drinks and then we shall feast upon each other." He watched her expression and quickly slipped the dagger from the sheath. Riaris brought his arm around, shifting the weapon vertically in his palm. Kavala was unlike any woman that he knew, and he now wondered if there would come a time when she didn't surprise him. The Akalak brought his tongue to lick across his lips, breathing contently as he watched her body brush against his throbbing muscle. With the Konti lifted up, legs spread to either side of his hips, the Akalak stared at the seam teasingly resting against her pelvis. He reached out, pushing her tunic back and away from her hips to get a better view. His fingers traced the line of fabric at her waist, before he aggressively pulled the material forward and out. Riaris brought the dagger in, making a quick and tiny cut vertically through the seam to part it. He was careful with his attempt, making sure not to wound the delicate flesh beneath. Riaris discarded the dagger then, it's usefulness completed, and slipped his fingers inside, gently caressing her sensitive skin, before pinching the fabric and ripping it wide enough to fully expose her. His gaze lifted to meet hers again, as he roughly scooped her into his arms and settled her down upon him. The Akalak uttered a moan of pleasure, the warmth and tightness of the woman holding him inside her, driving him mad with lust. Holding her hips firmly, Riaris bucked and thrust against her. His lips, hungry for more, pressed against hers, as he passionately kissed her. The Akalak's movements were timely but rough, his lips pulled at her own as he tasted them, his tongue twirling around with hers as he massaged it and even move to explore her gums and teeth. Riaris pulled her against his chest, and moved his hands behind and under her tunic to rip open the materiel and grope the flesh there.

[Kavala]

Kavala had heard the term living in the moment but had never understood it until now. For her, the entire world dispersed except for Riaris - his hands, his lips, his breath on her skin, even his beautiful eyes. His solid warmth filled her hand, as she held him near his core. There was no past. There was no future, not even the breaths that were to come in the next instant. Instead there was only the now and she was fully alive in it.

His hands on her body were welcome and only stroked the inner fire that was burning at her core. The flames inside her fanned upwards, nerves firing, until her body was only a single soul of burning need that only he could fill. He... she forgot his name in that moment, the moment where his hand took possession of the dagger and used it to end the life of the seam between her legs. Discarded, his bare hands followed and she felt the cool air of the club against the burning heat of her body.

His actions had forced her to release him completely, so instead her hands found his shoulders and her head bumped against his - cheek to cheek - as her chest folded into his. His hands gave his body room, destroying the remainder of her tights and then coming to rest against the flesh he'd laid bare. Riaris had already explored her, learned her contours, but this was different. His roughness only excited her further as she made soft sounds against his ear, already breathless before the act had even begun.

The Konti cried out when he made no move to slow and instead joined their bodies completely in a rough half-mad gesture of possession. The sound she made was stifled against his hairline where she buried her face momentarily to silence herself. It had been a long while for the Konti and he was more than she had been used too. The healer trembled against him, stiffened her spine, and arched her back to sit up more fully on his lap. She caught his gaze again, her eyes dangerously wide. There was pain there, but overlying it was savage joy that could not be faked. The Konti held absolutely still, hands on Riaris' shoulders, eyes locked on his. His body was moving beneath them, roughly, but she reached out and placed a hand on his lips.

"Shhhhh... easy..." She said softly, her face flushed and her eyes softening as her body adjusted to his presence. He'd delivered all she'd asked for and more and she wanted it to last. "Gods... you feel good. So good. There is nothing but you right now... nothing... but it's too good, Riaris... to not let it last." She said, finding his name in the cloud of sensation otherwise obscuring her mind. The Konti stretched then, cat-like, lifting her arms over her head. She pretended to sway to the music as her body relaxed even more as the couple locked together more tightly. And for a moment she danced for him, quietly, no differently than the dancers on the floor or couples scattered throughout the club. The Konti swayed on his lap, her pelvis rolling and circling his, her body gripping and releasing in time to the music. She dropped her arms to his shoulders again, and smiled at him like she was a woman dying of thirst in the desert and he was a storm cloud heavy with rain.

She closed her eyes, tilted her head to one side, then the next, letting her body rock gently across his lap. Kavala was not a gentle sort, not in this, but the circumstances of the club dictated they go quietly and unobtrusively. Later, alone, there would be time for the savagery she knew the Akalak held within him.

After a few moments, Kavala opened her eyes, met his gaze again, and selected something off the plate behind her. The Akalak could tell her body was more accommodating now, less stiff, having adjusted to his presence in the time she took to calm him.

The food smelled good, something rich and filling as suited her Akalak companion and the Dhani in the club. And it was thankfully all finger food, things meant to be eaten without utensils. And between the richness was lighter Konti fare, things from the sea half cooked or raw.

Kavala offered him a morsel, tender meat bite rolled in a flat bread and spiced with a rich dash of sauce. She ran the food across his lips, pulled it away slightly to taste his lips where it had been, then fed him the delicacy. If he took one, she'd kiss him roughly and rise up again, giving him room to move against her once more. It also gave him an opportunity to reach forward to select something to feed her if he so desired. It was obvious the Konti assumed she was in control , because her actions were very deliberate. Maybe she was afraid to let go, or simply it was that she preferred it that way or no one had shown her any differently.

If Kavala had questioned her own motives, she would have realized how good it felt to be mindless, senseless, and needy under Riaris' hands. But it was a strange sensation to her, the loss of control and one she felt comfortable only tasting a moment here a moment there punctuated by absolute hands on the reins of the situation.

And she would have had to admit, deeply, that being with him here and now, locked in an awareness of no past nor future was incredibly liberating. She'd felt no greater pleasure than his body locked with hers, holding hers, feeling equal passion and causing it to spiral upwards growing more intense even as their tempo slowed.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

What a day it had turned out to be for the young Akalak, and one he would not have expected to come so easily. He started his day early, soon going from the cold air of winter's kiss, to the much warmer climate inside the club. He started his time, planting sold cold planks of wood onto the side of a boat, now suddenly with those same hands on the very warm and soft body of the lovely Konti resting in his lap. All of it seemingly happening within mere chimes of the other. It seemed unreal..and yet he knew that it was happening. From the moment that she sat in his lap again, collecting him tightly between her creamy thighs, he knew that it was all real. All thoughts, and wonders of a possible dream faded away then, allowing him to awaken. Riaris stared intensely into her eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. She had been surprised at his sudden and rough movement as he joined them together, although she had asked him to lose control. It was easy to do, and yet just as hard to hold back any longer. She was so warm and inviting, even her hands upon his body spurred him on, though her lips asked him to slow. He took a deep breath, long and heavy as he loosened his grip on her, and relaxed his fingers so that they could more gently caress the smooth skin inside her tights. "You ask a lot of me, Kavala. But..I will try to slow for you, but I must warm you..holding back isn't my strong suit." He tried to cool himself a bit, relaxing his back against his seat and taking another deep and long breath. Instead of moving, he watched Kavala as she started to dance for him. The Konti was enjoying herself and her emotions showed clearly in her features. Riaris smiled at this fact, enjoying their time as much as she was, if not more. She leaned back, lifting her arms into the air as she sway against him. Riaris moaned softly, a low and heavy release of hot breath slipping from between his lips, as he pulled his hands free of her tights and moved to explore higher. His long meaty fingers traveled under her tunic and slid up her abdomen, caressing her skin and cupping the firm flesh atop her chest. "You are amazing..I would give my Lakan to have you dance for me like this again and again." He uttered a low chuckle, his hands lightly massaging the ample flesh that molded like cream against his hands. There was truth in his words, as well as jest, but he left it to her to make something of it, or not to speak at all. The Konti closed her eyes, leaving them both without words, and only their body's to speak for them. Riaris gently kneaded and stroked her body, enjoying the feel of her voluptuous mounds, as he held her in place and moved his hips against her as gently as he could. The Akalak watched her as she bounced in his lap, and tilted her head from side to side. He licked at his lips, arching his back to move sharply against her from time to time, before continuing the more gentle, subtle movements. When she opened her eyes, Riaris met her gaze again and purred, a low grumbling sound emanating from deep in his throat, as he moved his hands back down to grasp her hips to help her to rock against him a bit faster. She was more relaxed now, allowing their movements to become more fluid and smooth each time their pelvis pushed against the other. Riaris parted his lips as she ran the flat bread across his mouth teasingly, before pulling it away to kiss him. As tasty as the warm food smelled as it whipped under his nose, he happened to enjoy the kiss that followed a bit more. The Akalak smiled as she finally fed him, allowing his tongue to twirl about her small fingers and his lips to gently brush against them as he took the bite into his mouth. Another kiss followed, sweet and warm, and Riaris pulled her body tighter against his, even as she rose up rocking his body against hers. He reached around her, fingers curling around the first item they touched, and brought it back around to feed to Kavala. A flat breaded meat roll, the same type that she had fed him, was the item that he found. Riaris chuckled at the odds, before placing the small bite half way into his mouth and leaning forward for her to take the other. It was a tiny piece of food, which would end with their lips touching again if she chose to take his offer. It was a unique experience, and introducing food into their lustful dance was something very new to him. Even so, he started to boil, his breath held inside weighted heavily on his chest. He needed to take her, needed to ravage the beautiful konti. He held back for as long he could, fought the burning urges from within, that threatened to break free. When it was over, when he could no longer fight himself, Riaris stared hard at her, a savage and hungry look glowing in his pale eyes as he took her agressively. His hands gripped tightly around her slender hips as he pulled her down hard against his body. With a grunt he smiled, muscles tightening in his body as he squeezed her against him and lifted their combined weight off the seat. His gaze moved with hers, for the tick that it took him to readjust and he dropped back into the seat roughly, thrusting madly against her. Losing control...

[Kavala]

The healer smiled at his words, but it was a feral challenging smile, one someone would smile who was getting exactly what they wanted when they wanted it. She brushed her lips across his hairline as she arched slowly above him and whispered a response. "I will not ask it of you again, not after this... but it has been so long. It is necessary." She said when her exploration of his hairline reached his left ear. She trailed her mouth down his jawline, kissed him a thanks, and continued what she was doing. Talking, lost all interest for her then. There was just him, not even a crowd, as she continued meeting his gaze and dancing slowly for him.

The Konti said nothing at his comment, not at first. She was far beyond talking, her body lost in the sensations he was invoking. He was solid, warm, and knew what he was about as he gave her time to get used to him and to grow comfortably bold with what they were doing. Even in the crowded club, it was just them. Everyone else vanished. And if an occasional waitress happened by to see if they needed anything, one look at the couple and their involvement would turn them away. It was good Kavala had picked a quieter darker corner. She could feel herself loosing control. She could feel the man beneath her, within her, definitely teetering on the brink. And in a way, a quiet recessed way, it was a test from her of him and if he would listen to her for some Akalak never would. For some were who they were and a woman was just a body built for their pleasure, not in fact a woman, so self restraint was not needed.

Riaris passed Kavala's decency test with flying colors and then took her rapidly past all sense of decorum. He didn't have to wait. He could have left her behind at any moment, taking what she offered with no thought to herself. But she saw, and she knew, even as he stole her ability to truly care. He waited, lingering, and in his own way invited her to take the trip to utter mindlessness along with him. And she could do nothing less, nothing at all because his consideration and effort meant the world to her.

So when their eyes locked and the man made one of his deep hard motions then purred, Kavala smiled. She fed him, and then he in turn fed her... but the stark truth was it was too late for such play. And she could see the rolling boil in his eyes explode into something else. Kavala swallowed the last bit of food, ran her tongue across her lips and then leaned forward and sank her teeth into his shoulder possessively. It was a fast hard bite, an invitation to carnality. There was no denying she had transferred any and all thoughts of food from actual food to only him. And as she ran her hands into his shirt to stroke his pectorals and get closer, she bared his chest to hers, not caring anymore about how public they were. Skin on skin. She needed it. And her own handkerchief tunic opened by her own hands revealing her breasts, which were modest and not as perhaps as impressive as a humans would be. She let her scaled skin rub roughly against the dark violet of his own.

And it felt fantastic.

His hands gripped her tighter and she leaned forward and bit his shoulder again, on the other side where it met his throat, hard, challenging. She rose up above him, not quite releasing him from her confines, but giving them enough room so she could rub her torso against his lips, inviting his own teeth, his own mouth on her sensitive skin there. He was rough now and she was ready, fully ready, and she caught his gaze on a slight withdrawal and whispered. "Enough with being a gentleman. Enjoy... just let go. I'm here, I'm so ready... Gods you feel so good. And if you repeat that offer....." Breathlessness stole her for a moment as she paused, inhaled sharply at a rough deep motion he suddenly made. "... that offer of your Lakan... I'll take it, Riaris. I'll take it in exchange for your rights to do this anytime you want, and to find me anywhere..." The Konti whispered huskily, lost in the heat of the moment.

But her words might have been lost on him. His sensibility was gone. She could feel the change in him. His smile was feral this time, his actions rough, and she could see all the signs he was loosing control. To her, the sight was all she needed to be sent over the edge. She clung to him, unable to do anything else as a release caught her hard and unexpectedly. Later she might curse that she hadn't waited, that their union had been imperfect and raw. But it was also a gift that she was caught in an internal storm of sensation as he let go of all his control.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Riaris smiled towards her, in fact he smiled a lot with her, although there wasn't a part of his body that wasn't ripped with excitement at this point. She was good, she was very good. Her skin was smooth, soft, tight and hard in the right places...the way skin is supposed to feel. Her voice was soothing, her embrace warm, and her body inviting. There were times during their lustful act, chimes in which Riaris could hear nothing but her voice, he could see nothing but the beautiful woman straddling him, and could feel nothing but her body against his own. They made their own music, the moans, pants and lost of breath all worked together to urge him forth and to explore her more fiercely. He moved back to cupping her cheeks again, massaging her roughly before sliding his hands under the back of her tunic to rub against the scaled skin there. He held her tightly, his head resting against her jaw as he licked and kissed at her throat. The food had been good, the spicy taste made so much sweeter by the company that he enjoyed it with. It was a shame to let so much food sit and cool and something that Riaris had never done before. But there was a reason, something else had his attention, another hunger that he sought to satisfy. She had given him so much, in such a short amount of time, and had asked nothing of him other than to enjoy their time together. He enjoyed the food that she served him, and was pleased that she enjoyed her bite as well. But it came to him as a shock when she leaned forward and bit his shoulder. The bite was hard and hungry, he could feel the intense warmth of her body as it rose, and her teeth in his flesh, causing him to jump and his hips to buck awkwardly. There was a lost of control from them both as their mad passionate groping increased and he found himself slamming against her wildly. A soothing breath escaped his lips as he watched her rip open his shirt, followed by her own tunic. He smiled, staring upon her and realizing that the more she bared her skin, the more his desire rose to take her completely with utter recklessness. When she leaned against him, bringing her skin to press against his, he breathed in deeply. A new sensation traveled through his being and he could even feel her heart thumping in time with his own erratic beating. She bit him again on the other side of his neck, yet this time wasn't as much a surprise, but more of an affectionate kiss of approval. His gaze lifted to hers, as she rose up, arching her torso against his lips so that he could taste the supple flesh before him. He gripped her hips tightly again, arching his body beneath hers to bounce her up higher and enjoying the effect his moments forced upon her tiny frame. Riaris held her firmly in one hand, and lifted the other to capture the shimmering flesh atop of her torso. He fondled her aggressively, bringing his lips to warm her naked breast, and allowing his tongue to lap at her plump mound until it became blood engorged and perked up. Riaris stared at her, a smirk spreading across his parted lips, even as he breathed in deeply. Her words were sweet, and filled with more raw emotion than logic. His earlier comment was meant as a compliment for her elegant movements as well as her time. He knew that she understood the Akalak culture, and as such imagined that she would get the jest in putting something so important up for grabs so easily and quickly. But it seemed that his attempt at humor had been lost to her, and instead he would take her words and keep them in mind. If the Konti truly meant what she said, then perhaps she was enjoying herself even more than he had thought...and that was a good thing. "You are good Kavala, so much more than I would have anticipated. You are worth two lakans, and if it is protection that you need. I can give you that. However....if it is the Akalak that you truly desire..then I can give you so much more." He became rough then, strong and heavy movements that caused the table in front of them to vibrant and rock. With her leaning against him, he gave himself to her completely and without control. When she clung to him, he could feel the tremble in her body and the overwhelming heat that took her, even as she held him tightly within her. It was incredible and the Akalak felt a rush of heat within himself pouring forth. Riaris moaned, a hissing sound whispering through clinched teeth, as he lifted her upward, not so much to separate them, but enough to allow his boiling blood to cool down a bit. It had been a long time for the Konti, as she had explained, and he wanted to make it last as long as possible. Taking another breath, and getting himself raring to go again. Riaris lowered her body so that she held him firmly again, and started to move against her just as roughly and wildly as before. His word was his bond, and he would give her all that she desired and perhaps something more.

[Kavala]

Kavala was utterly lost. She was his to do with whatever he pleased for she was so bound in the moment, swept away in the storm they had created between themselves, that the confines of the world they lived in seemed to slip away for her. There was Riaris and only him... and because of him the world bled a sort of magic for her.

Kavala wasn't sure if it was because of her marks and the Dreamwalker that she was inherently, and later looking back she wouldn't be able to decide. But the intensity between them formed lines and tangled skeins of power that looked like djed lacing back and forth, binding them not only at the point of contact where their bodies merged but between their hearts and minds and hands. The power was tangible and breathless and wrapped around in her in a way that intensified everything she was feeling. Kavala knew sex. She'd experienced it before, first in a violent manner that had landed her in a Nakivak status, and then later for reproduction. And in her own way she'd slowly learned, as victims sometimes can, to enjoy the experience, to relax, to gain pleasure from it. But this... this was something wholly different. Her energy reached out to the big Akalak, wrapping around him, enfolding him, djed weaving in and out of his natural energies as well. And she wondered if this was why it was so good, so easy, and unlike anything she'd ever experienced.

And his own tendrils reached for her, deep purple and violent interlaced with blues and blacks blending with the pastels she knew as her own power. His energy linked to hers just as easily as hers linked to his. The situation was intense, insanely so, and she let herself completely give in to it. Each of his thrusts pushed power into her, stole power from her, and washed their energies together in a binding tangle that burned brighter than the both of them as a whole. Kavala thanked Auristics, in that moment, because without it she'd never have seen or understood what they built together. The colors in her vision were almost music to her and she embraced them and took them as a good thing, an encouraging thing, and trusted the man that held her, that claimed her, even further.

Where his hands touched, he left trails of fire, deep violet and blue energy that swirled up and around her rump, across the flat of her stomach, and to her breasts which he alternatively fed on and palmed. Where their skin touched, even more energy flared and they burned even hotter. Kavala was almost scared to think what would have happened had they both been stripped bare and alone. But a part of her wanted to find out. She didn't want this to be it, a solitary experience never again repeated. It was too incredible, too precious, even though in that moment that thought of hers was too hard to hold.

Kavala had always been a soft almost silent lover. She'd learned that with the slavers who had broken her spirit and broken her in to what men did with women. The ones who cried and screamed and even begged for the dark acts to stop got more attention than those who were silent and gave no hint of any sort of reaction. And so she'd always been quiet, quick, not willing to embrace this kind of thing wholly.

But she wanted to cry out for him. She wanted to tip her head back and sound out her feelings. He was not gentle nor was he tender, and though he would not know this, Kavala was not the sort to want such a lover. So when she couldn't restrain herself any more she buried her cries in his mouth, kissing him fiercely to muffle the sounds she made.

Her body's betrayal, its unwillingness to wait for him stole her answer to his question immediately. And she clung to him and buried her face in his neck while the first of many of her pent up frustrations released themselves in his arms. She trembled hard, leaving him no doubt what he was doing to her, even as her teeth found his flesh again, biting hard until even her jaw had to loosen allow her cry her pleasure. She lifted her head then, locked her eyes with his again, so he could witness first hand the storm breaking in her. It broke twice more in rapid succession. The Konti had no shame and no will to do anything other than go where his body lead hers. Though a soft word, a word of thank you, was uttered each time, her lips pressed against his as her body quieted between waves even has his built in potential.

When she was calmer, between crests, her answer to his was not one of protection. When she could protect herself. Instead it was one of filled with her desire. She hoped the words would bring him closer, drag him after her on the traveled together. "Just you... not protection, not anything else.. just you." She whispered, hoping it would be enough to grant him release along with her concentration. And concentrate she did. As he brought her forward again and again, she recovered the final time and redoubled her efforts to bring him his own release.

Then with her eyes, her hands, her lips, indeed with her entire body enfolding him, she urged him hard and fast, almost viciously, to let himself go.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

It was a good thing that their lovemaking was quiet, and any sounds that Riaris made were deep and caught in his throat. They were still in public, and although their sounds were smothered in the loud rhythmic tone of the blaring music, the sight was just as graphic. Kavala had ripped open his shirt and her own, revealing most of her body after Riaris had all but done away with her tights. Someone might wonder if the two were putting on a show for the club, but nothing could be further from the truth. For them the club didn't exist, nor the people inside. It could be said to be impressive the way that they blocked everything and everyone else out, so that only they remained. Lost in the depths of powerful lust, and wrapped in the embrace of mind blowing ecstasy. However once they were finished, once they had descended from on high and returned to their physical body's, they might find amazement, if not complete shock in the raw display of affection they just had. Not to mention that Kavala was left with much less on then Riaris and their coats were across the floor and close to the exit. But that time hadn't come yet and Riaris was enjoying his exploration of the Konti inside and out. It was all or nothing, every fiber of his being working together to bring the woman to her breaking point, as well as his own. He decided then, that he wouldn't allow their time spent that day to be a once in a life time occurrence. That he would find her again, wherever she was, and embrace her once again, and for as long as he could. Riaris was still young for an Akalak, and knowing the warmth of a woman wasn't something he'd had a lot of experience in. Like with his early training, he reacted to what he felt, and allowed his body to move on instinct, to explore and adapt his actions. There was also the lost of control, the passionate intensity urging him forth along with Kavala's biding had released his structured state of mind and allowed a freedom that could not be predicted. It was all emotion now, raw, hard, and Akalak. He had tried to calm himself for a bit, hoping to extend the pleasure of the Konti and continue on through their ride to mindlessness. He wanted her to have it all, everything that she craved, and for as long as she might want it. However when he leaned in, their lips smashing into each other, their kisses hard and hungry, the Akalak knew that they had reached that moment. Riaris wrapped his arms around her, holding her closely as he continued to thrust into her, feeling her slick warmth tighten around him. He felt it then, with her head against his shoulder and her teeth biting into his flesh again. There were no words, or ways to describe it, and he soon felt his body overheating at their joining. Her cries were beautiful, a soft, musical tune that whispered sweetly into his ears. When she lifted her head to look at him, his gaze followed, eyes staring deeply into hers, looking far past the icy blues into her soul. Riairs held her steady excepting the waves of pleasure that poured from her and causing his adrenaline to rush into overload. He kissed her again, his tongue quickly finding hers in the darken cave and twirling about it madly. It happened again, and again, and he could only look on with complete contentment. There were no words said after she answered his question. There was no need. He had heard what she wanted, knew what she needed, and the desire was in both their souls. Taking another deep breath, he locked his jaws around her throat again, and squeezed her quivering body into his massive arms as he moved. Their union was perfect now, and she gave easily under the pressure of his thrust. Riaris pushed himself past his point, completely letting go of it all. A deep murmured sound was lost between her flesh and his mouth as his body jumped and twitched beneath hers. A white hot flash of bliss washing over him and his body slowly settled back against the seat with a thump. Riaris didn't speak for a chime, only breathing deeply and staring idly at the strains of blonde hair against his face. Finally his lifted his head, and brought a hand to cup her cheek and lift her head so that he could see her face. He smiled weakly towards her and lifted up just enough to taste her lips once more, before settling back into the seat. The Akalak was exhausted, and it wasn't until now that his ears opened up again and he could hear the sound of the music that was playing. It was a different song now, with a youthful tune too fast for his enjoyment. "We must do this again..." he said plainly, letting his finger trace her lips. "And again.." He smiled again, finding his chuckle lost in his hushed breathing. "I know that there was another reason that I left the shipyard, and although it is lost to me now I am glad that I did. And I am glad that I found you..or was it you who found me?" He found his voice then, allowing for a more healthy chuckle, before he fell into silence again, with his fingers gently trailing up the flesh at her spine.

[Kavala]

The moment was perfect. The union was perfect. No symbolism could describe nor analogy define. There was him and there was her and then there was the union between them. Kavala had let herself go for him and he'd done the same for her and somehow they managed to find some common ground that left them both without breath and thought. His release came at last, violent and primal, perhaps just as much as hers had been and she found herself satisfied. There was a power in bringing someone else pleasure that fed something within her and left her satiated on an energetic level that was not easily defined.

There were marks all over her body and she liked that too. His teeth, his hands, all of it had worked towards the same goal. Her hands found themselves wrapped around his torso, her body collapsed against his - skin to skin - and her head ended up tucked under his chin. Their bodies were still locked together, but it was a comfortable fit now, almost familiar after what they'd been doing together. She wanted to stay like that forever, being held, feeling loved, and so she indulged herself as long as he let her. Because it was hard always being the strong one, the one that knew what to do and never cried. She wanted to cry now, though not because she was sad or frustrated. Kavala wanted to cry because she felt so good, so relieved, so whole for a moment and it was a feeling she'd missed for years.

The Konti healer had no idea if she was just another pretty little piece of tail to the man she was wrapped around or if he often found company during his forays into town. And for a moment she didn't care. She nuzzled his jaw affectionately, let him play with her hair until he finally lifted his head and cupped her cheek all but forcing her to untangle herself from him at least a bit. Even his body slipped from hers as he shifted her slightly.

Kavala whimpered in protest, a soft sound of loss, when they were no longer joined.

She had wanted him to stay where he was for a while, let her mind indulge in the fantasy that this hadn't been their first time, their only time, and that it had meant something to them both more than just two strangers coming together and indulging in pleasure. The Healer had never picked up a stranger to enjoy with wreckless abandon. But his kiss derailed her train of thought. And even as the man she was wrapped around came back into his full awareness, tracing her lips and speaking, the Konti smiled.

She caught his finger with her lips, grasped it gently with her teeth, and then released it, letting him trace more of her face. His words washed over her and with them came relief. Kavala hadn't been sure. Her greatest fear in that moment was that what they did meant little or nothing to him. That he'd praise her beauty or her skill and thank her for the pleasure and vanish. But instead his voice seemed almost as lost as her own thoughts. And as his free hand traced up her spine across where her windmarks were etched she smiled softly.

Kavala spoke then, putting herself out there, knowing it was a risk but understanding it was better to risk and know than remain in the dark. "This means a lot to me. It's not something I'd do with a stranger ever. I'm not sure why it happened even with you. But I'm glad for it." She nuzzled him again, her chest rubbing across his again, her body still intimately touching his in places that were indecent to be touching in public. But she liked it that way.

"I would like that. I would like that a lot." She said softly, almost shyly. "And I would like it very much if you didn't make me move just quite yet. This is by far the most comfortable I've been in a long time." She said, her voice filled with a soft satisfaction. "I was looking for a ship....." She said absently "... not a shipwright. I'm not complaining though. Not at all." Then she blinked, smiled, and looked into his beautiful eyes. "You were going to accompany me home. I had some coin for you for your boss for the Catamaran." She reached up and traced his face as well, as if memorizing his features.

"Three years ago.... or was it four now?" Her voice lifted so he could hear her over the music though it was wistful. Then she looked away as if trying to decide, then looked back at him again. "No, four... your kind saved me from a fate worse than death only to lock a bracelet around my wrist and put me up for auction to the highest bidder. I was still a child, really, though my innocence is long gone. I was thirty, barely old enough, but old enough nonetheless. If my Talvis had been someone like you... especially you... it would have been more than bearable. It would have been a pleasure. My servitude and my debt would have been a joy to pay off day in and day out." She said softly, paying him one of the highest compliments an ex-Nakivak could pay a man.

"I would not mind visiting you again, often." She said and then leaning forward and upwards to kiss him. "We should get out of here. But I'm not sure how. We ruined my clothing." She reached behind her, examining her tights with one hand and finding nothing left of them beneath the scarf tunic she wore. The tunic itself was a lace up, but she had ruined the laces in her haste to get her skin next to his. "I've a pony at the stables and a cart with supplies to drive back to The Sanctuary. We could be alone there if you wanted more time to get to know each other." She added softly, wondering if she could talk him into curling up with her in a bath. Their bathing chamber was a marvel.