Nocturnal Escapades

[Desideria]

Though it did take a bit to settle into the right rhythm, Desi was not the sort who thought there was a need to rush pleasure; each of the larger, older male's thrusts urging a growl from her throat; especially when it seemed as though he realized she wasn't quite as fragile as she appeared to be. A thoroughly devilish smirk curved her lips when she heard the growls that her ministrations urged from his throat; coupled by a low, rumbling laugh. So, it seemed as though she didn't have to be as nice as she had been being; which was something she found to be quite a relief as she met his thrusts with a measure of force and began digging in with her teeth and claws; if she managed to draw blood whatsoever, she would slowly and languidly, lazily, run her tongue across any and all lacerations she might manage to inflict; bringing the bridge between pain and pleasure together.

Very little had been said between the pair and neither new even what the other's name may have been, let alone their intentions. But sometimes, words were not immediately necessary; there were other means of communication that could be just as easily understood, such as a touch, a gesture, even a sound. Sometimes, non-verbal cues could be louder and more clear than a verbal command or a softly-whispered inquiry. There were some instances in which words just did not matter whatsoever.

A soft gasp became a groan as his hand found its way toward her hair, tugged one of her braids free from the intricate, braided coiffure that she wore; her head tilted back with that tug just before his lips claimed hers in a demanding, forceful kiss. She didn't fight back; not until his tongue slipped past her lips- and then her tongue would join his in a battle for dominance; deep, lust-filled, primal and anything but gentle.

There were many questions that she wanted to ask; but those questions could wait until later. As soon as they entered her mind, they just did not seem all that important. It was strange to her that this stranger seemed to be more fluent in Common than Zithanese, for starters; that was just one of many things that she found curious. One clawed hand trailed up from his waist, up his side and came to rest lightly against the side of his neck; perhaps he'd feel the contrast of a hard ringband? It would be far too easy to cut your throat right here and now... The unbidden thought was undeniably twisted and morbid (especially since the ringband was the band to her finger-blade) but equally thrilling in many ways.

Her breath came in short, sharp panting sounds; it would have just be far too easy to stop playing nice. (Perhaps she would even give in and stop with playing the "good girl.") Her panting sped up, but still she would not relent: she was enjoying herself far too much.

[Cole Skyborne]

So many years spent playing nice, so many years he had repressed his animal nature, so MANY YEARS! Releasing all that pent up desire, that burning lust to thrust deep into his own kind and retrieve a pleasure that transcended that of the flesh. It felt good to satisfy his darker side, to succumb to temptations long since repressed. It was amazing to have this young Zith wrapped around his aching cock, so good he wished Syna would take a day off! But that would never happen. The sun would rise and the moon set. The stars in the sky would fade just as the heat of this moment would... Cole chose to live in the moment, to fight back against her devilish tongue to assert his control, to continue the bravado repressed since childhood. He took what he could, while he could with hips pistoning against hers. If this had not felt so good he would be worried about rubbing himself raw inside her tight folds. Cole then changed course. She had been playing the games, but as their time wound down he had a few last tricks. His wings stopped beating, their last flurry of motion wrapped them around her body. He had chosen the time, plotted against her, even through their slapping of flesh and fur... He intended to encase her smaller wingspan within his own and let them plummet the great altitude they had gained... His thrusts became vigerous, harsh even. The ring blade against his throat could cut away, but not yet... So close, so achingly close he was to pure bliss... As they fell his hands slid from her hair and shoulder to grip the lush cheeks of her rear, squeezing and massaging the fur, using the globes as leverage to drill into her. Humanity had gone, if only for the moment. As they sped towards the unforgiving city below, he broke the kiss, if only so he could stare into her eyes, watch her expression as everything unravels.

[Desideria]

Playing nice was something that Desideria only did under two very different situations: either she was exerting control over herself and obeying the laws of some town or city she knew little about, or she was feeling someone out, testing their limits and resolve, playing a dangerous game of one sort or another. She was an unfettered creature who danced to the beat of her own drum, so to speak. While she certainly had a feral streak (perhaps not as strong as in other Zith; especially since she only hunted and ate those that she called the "free-range rude,") but she wasn't entirely uncouth. She toed a fine line between both, without embracing either.

When Cole fought back against her onslaught, she simply redoubled her efforts, her tongue battling back against his twice as hard; trying to claim dominance, to be the one that would exhaust him long before the night ended; a most pleasant battle, especially when met by one whose willpower seemed to be at least as strong as hers. She didn't ask, didn't try to cajole, rather, she tried to claim what she could, the instant any leeway was granted. She would undeniably be aching soon enough and sore come tomorrow night, but at the moment, she simply couldn't care less. She was enjoying herself far too much to let such thoughts be anything more than fleeting notions at the moment.

Then, it seemed as though the tables had turned on her. She had been leading the game up until that moment; she had not expected his wings to cease beating and wrap around her just tightly enough that she couldn't regain the upper hand again. The last thing that she'd expected was the high-speed plummet toward the ground from such heights; the speed was just fast enough to make it appear as though the stars were rising past them. The rush of adrenaline surged through her veins; danger. uncertainty and great pleasure melding into something incredible.

Her panting breath became harsh gasps; with a deft movement of her hand, she freed the safety on her ring-blade and drew the sharp, cool blade along his flesh with agonizing slowness. If she was successful, she would not aim to maim or dangerously injure; she would simply seek to inflict a deeper, more painful laceration than her claws alone could have inflicted. Her eyes remained open as he gripped her posterior; she had no way of knowing if they'd just continue their descent, or if it would be haulted at the last minute. She would not panic; at the moment, she felt no fear: only overwhelming pleasure, which was only intensified by the uncertainty of their current situation. Someone who wasn't enthralled by danger in the way that she was probably would have been quite terrified. She, however, drew a deep, shaking breath, clung to him even tighter than earlier and finally gave in to her release.

[Cole Skyborne]

He fed off of Desi, drew her breath as his own and reveled in her fearless tease. The blade digging into his flesh finally managed to find blood, which stained his fur and at a point even broke free and flew upward... or at least downward at a much slower pace. The ground raced up, begging to greet them head on. The pain, the danger, the pleasure of it all hit a peak. Almost stealing his heartbeat, Cole would seemingly attempt beating her to death with his hips, his thrusts growing faster as they came closer and closer to both the peak and the base, in one continuous moment... His head tilted back, staring almost blindly to the ground. It took all his effort to direct them out of the public view, but even then he was glad the city was not near as crowded as it was during the day... His breathing had long since sped and his heart raced, the focus on flight and altitude seemed to elude his busied mind. It took all of his willpower, every ounce of his conscious control, to unwrap his wings from hers and again angle their bodies and spread the wingspan wide to catch the air, turning their dead drop into a speeding glide. It was then his position atop her changed, his hands slid back from her rear, dropping her for but a tick, before catching her wrists. His legs curled up to keep her well tied against his frame. At this position his engorged length had slid free, and with twitches and spasms of his body he painted her dark fur in his seed. He had promised to play nice... No forcing babies, despite the desire to breed this young Zith... The head of his member rested almost idly upon the flat of her belly, shrinking only after it had left its load in several long ropes across her fur... Slowing down was no easy task, landing even harder. Cole had attempted to land on his feet, but entangled with hers he twisted, falling onto his back with her most likely dropping to his right. Luckily his wings had spread out across the ground, so maybe if she kept that blade away from them they'd survive to fly another day...

[Desideria]

It was almost funny in a way; how when one was rushing headlong at the ground, time seemed to slow down, even as the scenery rushed past; the ground seemingly rushing to meet them at incredible speeds. She was rendered breathless for the span of several heartbeats; her eyes glazed and unfocused, uncaring at that moment that they were dangerously close to knocking both of their heads in against the traitorous ground. She wasn't willing to even try and regain her focus; not until it seemed as though they were speeding even faster toward the ground. Afterward, she blinked her glazed eyes as they slowly regain their focus again; noticing that they were actually approaching the city itself; were just above it in fact. As she drew several deep, shuddering breaths in an attempt to get her rapid breathing back under control again, she couldn't help but wonder just how many sleepless citizens had been given a good show thus far; a thought that amused her far more than it should have.

Their descent was quickly changed from a freefall to a fast glide. When she was released, she took the chance to stretch and spread her wings, working out a couple of kinks and helping their glide gain momentum as he grasped her wrists and used his legs to pull her closer. She would have to find a place to bathe later; but that thought, again, was a fleeting one. For though she banked her wings when he tried to slow down, it seemed as though both of their efforts were somewhat in vain; either that, or between the pair, they managed to gain too much speed; at least too much speed for her banking wings to slow enough to make their landing smooth.

Desi curled the fingers of her left hand into a fist; managing to slide her finger-blade's blade back into its "at rest" position and hit the latch, so that it was safely contained. The last thing she wanted to do was injure herself too severely-- and given the state of the final stretch of their flight, an accidental stabbing could have easily occurred with the landing. And a graceless, embarrassing landing it was! It seemed that she had not been the only one to forget that their legs had been entwined and when Cole fell instead of landed upright, the lighter woman was unceremoniously pulled downward as well. She twisted as she dropped; landing on her feet would have been an impossibility and not all that bright of a move to make. Rather than even trying, she prepared herself for impact, landing at his right side, on her knees, catching herself with an outstretched palm.

She shook her head, chuckling at their graceless landings; there was a bit of humor to be found there, after all. At last, she'd fold her wings down and about herself like some sort of cloak and would rise to her feet, offering him a hand up. "Are you alright?" She inquired in Common; the first truly civilized question asked so far that night. She could only hope that none of the sleepless citizens (she hadn't noticed that many, but could have been mistaken in her estimation) had been watching when they had crash-landed.

[Cole Skyborne]

The stars were so beautiful... So much closer then they had been a moment ago... They swayed in the sky above -- wait... They weren't supposed to sway... Closing his eyes for a slow breath which released into an annoyed groan, Cole realized the landing and resulting thump of his head to the ground had left him with visual disorientation... Must likely a concussion, which would bruise later... When Desi spoke, his eyes opened... She had held out a hand for him, a kind gesture. Had he just raped a tamed Zith? She seemed to have enjoyed it well enough. He took but a tick to tuck his limp length back into his pants and wiggle them back up onto his hips. Thankfully he took her hand to lift to his feet. His wings flick outward for a moment before folding in neatly over his back. He did not bother trying to hide their presence as she had. "I think I hit my head... are you well?" While he had not released her hand, the other had taken to rubbing the back of his head, careful of the claws in his hair. It would be quite annoying if he cut off that braid his slave had put in his hair. "Can you still walk? No boasting intended, I just went a little crazy." 'Not that she seemed to mind...' The thought kept him from apologizing, though he did feel the need to anyway. He had climaxed, and as far as he knew, she had not.. At least, she did not show the same symptoms his slave normally would. at this point, he took the time to scan his gaze over her more in depth. She was quite a bit smaller than himself, and still appeared young... By her prior attempt to carry him she did not appear as strong in the air as she could be - or perhaps his usual luggage when flying made him a bad comparison. It was difficult to see her fully, his blurred vision had yet to clear. Hopefully it would soon, if only to take pride in seeing who he had just marked... Cole finally released her hand for it to join his other behind his head. Stretching his back and tilting his head side to side, relaxing the muscle there, he commented again, perhaps just before she was about to answer. "What is a Zith doing near Syliras? Don't you know this is hostile territory for our kind?" He seemed not to take notice in his own presence in the city, as if excluding himself from the hostilities in general.

[Desideria]

She wasn't tamed; not in the most commonly accepted sense of the word, at least. Desideria was simply an oddity, a rather social creature that liked to think of herself as refined and of good taste, when she remembered her manners. Of course, she wasn't without her fair share of flaws; just that, to a certain extent, she thought differently than most other members of her race- and though she was an adult, she was still young and not entirely set in her own ways yet; which could have been both a good and bad thing, depending on how one looked at it. She was even rather tolerant of races other than her own, because she found them to be rather fascinating; preferring to deal with the people she encountered as individuals, rather than as representatives of their races. People were interesting creatures- and the individuals that she found to be entirely intolerable, well, they were fun to chase down, to hunt and when their flesh was prepared correctly, were oftentimes quite delicious.

"That's not good," She stated, then smirked: "But I don't see any blood, so I think you're going to live." She couldn't help but inject a note of mild humor into the situation, since he seemed to be alright otherwise. She could have easily been mistaken though and it would not have been the least bit surprising if she had been wrong. "I believe I am," She replied after some consideration, not minding that he hadn't released her hand yet. Her landing had been rough, her knees would be bruised soon enough and she had probably scraped the palms of her hands; but it was nothing that she was concerned at all with. "Probably, I think, if there's no need to run," It was spoken musingly. She was fairly sore, but after their tryst, anything less would have been strange. "There's no harm in going crazy every now and again, you know." She had thouroughly enjoyed their flight and there was nothing to apologize for at all. She had indeed acchieved her release when they'd entered the plunge toward the ground; she was simply not as vocal about it as others probably were.

As they spoke, she took the time to unashamedly check him out. There was a marked difference between the pair in terms of stature and strength and he wasn't as young as she had originally thought- she'd assumed he'd been closer to her age- but such observations didn't bother her. As for Desi herself, what she lacked for strength during flight, she made up for in terms of agility and maneuverability; she tended to travel light, carrying only what she absolutely needed to have with her at any given time. Her head was tilted slightly to the side in consideration, perhaps she was even pondering something, when his voice called her from the thoughts that had demanded her attention.

She couldn't keep from laughing, the way he phrased the question was on the strange side, perhaps unintentionally so? "I could ask you the same thing; I've heard that the people here would kill one of our kind for sneezing on them. I was just going to stop at one of the taverns for a drink, maybe look around a little and be off again before most of the humans woke up," She explained with a shrug. She had yet to decide how long she planned on staying in the Syliras area, but that depended on several different factors, such as how long she could go unnoticed before being chased out of the city. She knew that even just exploring and resting for a couple of days before setting off for another location might draw the wrong sort of attention. "What about you? Why are you here when you know what would happen if you do one wrong thing?"

[Cole Skyborne]

Cole had the face of a young man, but when speaking common he had the overtone of a middle aged Zith. He was youthful by human standards, but to a Zith he was middle aged... Her thoughts were correct on the difference between them. Though his body was built to carry heavy loads at high speeds, he lost a considerable amount of agility and maneuverability. He was not as flexible as the youngster he used to be... When she teased about his bruise, Cole cocked a brow. Desi seemed a very mild woman, a good trait in his consideration. For the moment he smiled but said nothing, he only steps closer and provides a crooked arm. "I'm a doctor... I don't eat humans or have destructive means.. I get a little sexual urge now and again, but normally I have a sl-ervant for that." Servant... if felt so odd on the tongue... She may know what he was about to say, after all it was a common Zith term... When Desi mentioned stopping at the tavern a grin curled his lips. "I'm staying at the Tavern as well, if you're looking for a free night's stay you could share my bed." 'Well, share the bed with Leona... I don't share my hammock...' He still remembered the last time he tried fooling around in it. The Hammock's ties just weren't made for such fun. "And if you decide to stay, we could become best friends, you and I." 'Just like Leona.' "Don't worry, I'm a benevolent master..." Benevolent indeed. The slaver only knew the habit from his slave-mother, but the term and the practice had become so twisted to him. Slave, servant and employee all meant seemingly the same to him. "If you want, we could fight for dominance, like the others of our kind would but... I'd hate to cut up your pretty fur, wouldn't you?" Genuine truth in his words would show he really did not want to fight... but he would. Cole was serious about it all, about Desi becoming another of his pets.

[Desideria]

Desi was indeed rather mild-mannered, for the most part- unless she became bored, disinterested or found a reason to release her murderous impulses and in the case of the latter, she would try to lure her prey somewhere at least somewhat secluded, away from prying eyes. You're an odd one, aren't you? She thought as she listened, linking her arm with his. Of course, she did not verbalize that thought. "That would explain it then, I suppose," She stated with a nod; though she still found the thought of any member of her race being accepted in such a city, as being somewhat absurd and perplexing- then again, perhaps not all of the city's denizens were as closed-minded as she had heard? "A slervant?" She questioned; of course she had to pick on that peculiar term. "Servant" was such an odd word; slave was the far more acceptable one- and combining the two? Well, perhaps it worked, despite how strange it sounded. She did nod however, understanding what he'd nearly slipped up and spoken. "I've heard servants do have their perks."

Much as anyone who wasn't exactly wealthy, she would not turn down a free room, especially not when there would be interesting company. "I believe I'll take you up on the offer for a free night's stay," she agreed after considering the offer. If anything happened that she didn't agree with, she could just as easily depart. However, her forehead furrowed when he mentioned becoming 'best friends' and being a 'benevolent master.' So, it seemed as though the doctor was a slaver as well? They certainly made an interesting pair, a socialite with a penchant for murder and a doctor who abstained from eating people, but kept slaves.

A benevolent master, you say- and perhaps you may be correct. Maybe you would even buy me something nice, if I asked for it. However, without knowing so much as my name, you would deny me my freedom? She thought, her little half-smile becoming a bit darker, black eyes glinting. It seemed as though they would be playing another game; one with higher stakes than the previous one that they had engaged in. Well, my dear, you're sorely mistaken if you think I am going to stand idly by while you exert your will over me.

"A fight for dominance would be in order. Besides, what's a little bloodshed between friends?" She purred. It was the truth: she did not mind having her own blood spilled and was not at all against inflicting pain on others. Even though it sounded as though Cole hoped Desi would just agree and go easily, like a frightened human girl, she was neither frightened nor human. The outcome of the fight would be the deciding factor in her current predicament and she wouldn't end up holding back.

[Cole Skyborne]

'I've heard Servents to have their perks' ... That little statement brought a smirk to his lips. Indeed, under his command they did... By night they'd be his playtoys, bending to his will or - if he felt particularly generous - he would bend to theirs. He could count a number of times he'd put Leona on the spot, let her take control. Poor girl had been trained too well, she'd always freeze. Not this one though. No, he could already tell this young Zith would take any length of freedom he gave and tug on it for more... He said nothing more when she accepted the offer to stay. Cole only began the walk back to the inn, which was about a half a bell away at a casual pace... It was when she spoke of the fight his attention was brought to its peak. Did she really mean that? Well... in any case... he should give her a fair warning. "Spending a lot of my time researching medical procedures and illnesses, I rarely have time to hone my fighting... However, I do have a good knowledge of the Zith body." Must he say more? He knew a few good points of attack, even with the clumsiest of hands. His observation and medical training could pick out weak spots fairly easy on those who did not know how to hide them... "For example," he started, but before he could finish he was turning. His free hand rose, open palmed, to strike at the valley between her breasts. If the surprise blow landed, she'd find the breath stolen right from her lungs with a pain shooting through her chest. If it had landed, Cole would have made Desi's heart skip a beat, and not in the good way... Of course nothing followed, it was just an example. The deterrent of any further bloodshed. The single strike was not lethal, but it would be painful, even without using his full strength behind it. The lighter body of a Zith made them a bit more susceptible to such strikes - he found such out the hard way... "If you fight me, be warned I can bring you to the brink of death and back again... or I can turn your insides to mush without breaking skin." The latter was exaggerated, but if the blow hit it would seem very real...