Closed [The Rearing Stallion] Fire and Lightning - Part 2 (Cyrus)

[Azcadelia]

Azcadelia Rosan

Azcadelia's mind stoned-walled as Cyrus pulled away from her. She watched as he feverishly began to strip from armour and clothes beneath, his greatsword falling to the wooden floor with a loud clang. The sight made her smile, the man's lust was all too real. As was her's, the wetness she felt in her sex reminded her of it. Quickly she too began to strip off her clothes. Her tunic came over her head her slippers were kicked off and any undergarments quickly fell to the floor.

The darkness of her room didn't show the round suppleness of her breasts, the smooth contours and curves of her hips and bottom and the thickness of her thighs and smoothness of her shins. Azcadelia went to the far side of her home and lit the hearth while Cyrus struggled with his armour and clothing. The res she had cast wrapped around the coals in the hearth and set aflame. The glow was elegant, not overbearing but was enough to reveal the now naked Cyrus. Shadow's danced across his body outlining his harden pecs and abs, his sculpted shoulders and his erect asset.

Azcadelia's eyes widened at the sight. It was a sight she hadn't seen for some time and it was just as rocking as the first time. The realization coming to her that she was going to lay with this man, a man she had only known for a day. The realization would be troubling to other more timid women but not her. The realization was a wonderful reignition of an experience almost forgotten. "You certainly are well endowed," she said, lust and awe echoing in her voice.

She approached him placing one hand on his shoulder and the other to grasp the shaft of his sex. Her hands ran across it and grazed the tip, lingering on it with teasing in mind. Her lips pecked at his sculpted skin, his neck and shoulder. Then her breath whispered, hot in his ear, "I'm your's for the night. Show me the true pleasures of being a woman, Cyrus."

[Cyrus Blackfire]

Cyrus was very pleased by the sight of Azcadelia's naked form, he drank in the sight of her detailing every inch of flesh to memory. It had been a long time indeed since last he had partaken in the pleasures of the flesh, he had no intentions of denying himself them any longer. Azzy gripped the shaft of his sex and everything melted away in a sea of desire. His ambitions were taking a back seat for once, primal emotions quickly becoming his primary concerns. Though he was at his core courteous man, especially to those he laid with for a night. It would be quite simple for him to satisfy his own desires on the spot but he was not so selfish. Planting a kiss on the curve of Azzy's neck he led her to the bed and sat her down. A little teasing never hurt before the main event, at least that was what he had learned in Ravok. He wondered if Syliran woman enjoyed many of the same pleasures.

Cyrus knelt down before her, spread her legs out with a teasing touch to her wet womanhood. With a wick smile to Azzy he leaned in and lightly licked the surface of her sensitive region, before plunging his tongue inside of her. It was a technique a former lover of his from Ravok had enjoyed greatly, hopefully the same would apply here. It was an interesting lead up before the actual love making commenced, the trick was not to do too much otherwise she might climax a bit too early.

The warrior continued his ministrations for a short time, lapping up her nectar eagerly. It always helped to be courteous to one's partner, for then they will go to many lengths to please you. After about a minute Cyrus stood and pushed Azzy back slowly on the bed, mounting her with a passionate gleam in his eyes.

"Are you ready, my dear?" He said, leaning down and whispering into her ear.

[Azcadelia]

Azcadelia Rosan

A moan slipped from her depths of her chest as Cyrus' tongue plunged into her drooling sex. The lapping of his tongue massaging the reaches of her sex was exactly what she needed. Never had the tongue of another reached her in such places. The man was an artist in the wrong line of work.

Before she knew it he had stopped, to much of her disappointment, and was ready to enter her. Azcadelia opened her legs allowing Cyrus to knock on the outsides of her fleshy doorstep with his erect shaft. "Are you ready, my dear," he said to her, breath hot on her neck. The words left her speechless the actuality of what was happening now reaching her. She was eager and wanted it dearly but after years of neglect her walls no doubt would be tightly closed, not easily allowing one to enter.

Azcadelia pecked a kiss at her lover and gazed into his dark orbs with her jade ones, the mood was lusty and room of quickly heating up. Their bodies close but not yet together, united in a wrestle of passion. "I beg you to continue," she said, allowing the man, a man, to dominate in their chamber of lust.

[Cyrus Blackfire]

Cyrus smiled down at her and slowly made his move, entering her with a sharp intake of breath. Waves of pleasure washed over him as his member was tightly clenched and massaged by her warm walls. He continued to push himself inside slowly, barely restraining himself from making a quick movement that would end this all too quickly. He wanted Azzy to enjoy this as well. He fully sheathed himself within her, his mind awash completely with the warmth of pleasure and the ache of desire.

He pulled back and attempted to find a rhythm in this experience, such a thing was crucial to the act of love making. Fast and sporadic episodes of lust were fun at time but could result in only one partner being satisfied, as with a musical instrument tempo was everything. It was subject to change but it was best to start out slow.

So it was with tonight, Cyrus's thrusts were slow in the beginning, moving to the direction of his conductor Azzy. The pressure in his member steadily grew and as it did he slowly increased the tempo, moving faster and deeper. The music of desire was what he often called, an art form that could only be compounded upon with practice. Though it was obvious that his lack of practice had left him rusty, at least in his eyes. Azzy had started out with some resistance but had slowly yielded to his touch, clearly it had been some time for her as well. Thoughts of everything else in this world faded away, at the moment the only two things in existence were his partner and him. The only thing that mattered was satisfaction, both Azzy's and his own.

The crescendo was fast approaching after a few minutes, though this was to be expected. It had been a long while since last he had been with a woman, judging from the tightness of his partner's moist cavern it had been quite a while for her as well. He knew that a climax was fast approaching, and as the pressure built to uncontainable levels he allowed himself to fly over the edge, grunting slightly as he reached his release. His mind went blank for a moment as pleasure indescribable took hold of his thoughts, consuming him.

Hopefully he had done well for his partner, his actions were a bit rusty but he liked to think that he had not forgotten everything. His heart raced from the exercise, this had been quite worthwhile for the end result.

[Azcadelia]

Azcadelia Rosan

Azcadelia herself winced and moaned out in more pain than actual pleasure the feeling of his solid warmth enclosed her moist walls. With each inch of him inside her felt her own pleasure swellings inside her combating with the pain of the stretching to accommodate his girth. Azcadelia felt it stop, the thrusting inside her ceased. Her mind knew that his full length was jammed into the tight confines of her sex her body but when he began to withdraw then plunge slowly back in, finding a rhythm that both he and she could enjoy, her body moaned out involuntarily.

Each slow thrust picked up speed coming faster than the last. The pleasure was great but the pain still apparent. It caused her to wrap her arms around him, interlacing her fingers behind his neck, in a lock of unmaintained control. She pulled him closer, their hot breath mixing together in a scent of ecstasy and pleasure.

Her breathing was heavy as the pressure in her gut was growing. The nearing of climax was obvious as her moans grew louder and more drawn out. The unity of lust was satisfying every urge that had been long buried. The urges were released and appeased as her sex produced more juices of instinct.

Cyrus was moving with ease as the fluids of lust lubricated his member allowing him to delve deeper into the places long with attention. Azcadelia's moans turned to shallow screams as her own climax was fast approaching. Her sex clenched the solidness of his sex; the warmth of his breath, hot on her neck further urged her on.

The bong crashed as the orchestra heightened in sound and finally - with a clench of her sex and a vibrato of moans - Azcadelia released. A surge of ecstasy rolled over her mind, making it oblivious to the world around. Her body was being split and torn between the world of reality and pleasure. Her mind was engulfed, pulled and prodded with pleasure. She was brought back to the world by the groan of Cyrus his warmth released inside her; the hotness of his essence pampered the walls of her sex.

Azcadelia looked to Cyrus, breathing heavily, half frightened by his release inside her. The other half was just glad for the release of herself. Azcadelia raked her hands gently against his naked chest and she licked at his nose playfully. The night was successful, pleasing both his and her needs.

[Cyrus Blackfire]

Cyrus was quite tired, both from the duel earlier and from satisfying Azcadelia's desires. Though there was no denying that both had been very much worth any fatigue he had experienced, not only had he tested his abilities but he had also enjoyed a night of passion which he had sorely needed. He fell to Azzy's side on the small bed, his arms wrapping themselves around her waist as he lightly kissed her shoulder.

Truly she was a rare flower to find, one that had been well worth pursuing. Often times his ambitions denied him the pleasures of being human, something he always mourned when morning came and no one was at his side. Tonight had been a reminder that just because his goals were lofty did not mean that he should deprive himself of human experiences. It was the dose of reality Cyrus needed at the moment.

"I certainly hope I preformed adequately, my dear, I fear it has been sometime." The warrior said, a tired smile on his face.

[Accolade]

Azcadelia

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Rhetoric	+ 3 XP
Interrogation	+ 2 XP
Socializing	+ 4 XP
Seduction	+ 2 XP

Lores

•	Lore Earned
•	An Awakening of Flirtations
•	Continuing a Courtship
•	Taking a mage Home
•	What Happens Under the Sheets Stays Under the Sheets

Notes :

Cyrus has retired but if he returns then I will add his grade. Nice and sexy huh. Well done!

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