He didn't give Kavala enough time to truly enjoy herself and it frustrated her. Her frustration grew even worse when he grabbed her ankle again, hauled her off, and then slapped her rump like one would a whore. She wanted what she wanted and she was serious about getting it, but he was toying with her and that made her mad - far angrier than she had been moments before. Then he hoisted her in the air and she felt like a fish hauled in with the nets, dangling as his arms clamped around her. Oh, they felt good, locked around her body but she'd never admit it openly - not now - not when so much of herself was exposed, raw, and still bleeding from the exposure.
Radris was maddening, and she let him know it as she struggled in his arms upside down, trying to break free from his iron grip around her.
Then she was free, but not by her own doing. With a squeak of surprise, she hit the ground hard, knocking the back of her head into the firm soil and digging her elbows deep into the earth as she struck the ground hard. Kavala lay there stunned for a moment, her lungs trying to drag in air after having been so forcefully slammed to the ground. Her knees came up as she struggled to rise, but all she could do was gasp, coughing for a moment as she tried to regain control. It was good that he did it, really good, because it re-centered her thinking, which was getting far too out of hand.
When he circled around, reached down, and grabbed her by the hair she hadn't expected him to force her to her feet and then higher. It hurt, for a Konti's hair was intricately tied to her nerves as were her scales. He all but forced her to climb up his body as he dragged her upwards, limbs scrambling for purchase on his naked skin. She found it, wrapping herself around him, climbing, as he bent his head and kissed her. A shudder wracked her body then, wrapped around him like it was, and she returned the kiss fiercely. The pain from her hair was sending waves of pleasure up and down her spine from her overstimulated nervous system. It should have been unnatural, the way she met his ferocity with her own, but instead it felt like the most normal thing in the world. Her tongue joined his as tasted a full measure of his mouth, sharp teeth piecing his tongue as his own scored hers. Their blood mingled together in the most incredibly intimate sacrifice. She made a low noise in her throat, loving how his big body caused her scales to ripple up and down her back from the force of his hands on her skin.
"By the Gods Radris... You'll be the death of me..." She whispered fiercely then cried out as if something was stolen from her as he neatly set her on her feet. Head yanked sideways and throat bared to him, the Konti worried for a moment about her tender gills. But he avoided the area, instead sinking his teeth into her neck. It was animalistic - a sign of ownership - a male telling a female to hold still, he was going to possess her and she had no choice about it. Kavala had a choice though. The whole of her existence had been one big choice. And she knew, in a way that perhaps only a healer like herself could know, that she was fighting a battle for Radris - to lock him to this world, engage him in it, and make sure he never wanted for anything that she could give him. It was hard, humbling even, to stare ones destiny in the face and not take a moment to drink it in and try to understand it. In her heightened state and her hypersensitivity with her mouth full of his blood and hers combined, Kavala could feel - for the first time - like a Konti on the edge of a vision revealing itself. She stretched for it, locked in the pleasure Radris was bringing her through the pain he inflicted, and tried to touch it. In the far distance, it was like a glimmer of awareness - of ultimate understanding - brought on by what they were doing and the power they were generating between them.
Had Radris been a magic user, he'd have felt it too - felt his djed peak and his power rise. It took Kavala's breath away, stunned and humbled her, and made her reach within her mind for that answer that was just off the horizon.
Only it wasn't meant to be. Radris' hands slipped down, once more finding her feminine core, and Kavala exploded. She'd experienced the sensation with Hatot that very first night and had in subsequent times of course... but never like this. She was so hyperaware, so on edge, that all it took was a simple forceful capture and the Konti reached for him crying out. She dug her feet into the ground, shoulder width apart, and wrapped her arms suddenly around the lanky Akalak, sagging against him and tilting her head back to savagely hiss even as her legs turned to gelatin and her arms lost their strength. She didn't let go but she didn't hold on very well either. Radris could watch her fall to pieces around his touch even as she fought to stay standing. Pressed against him she gave him everything in a flood of release that beckoned for a follow through.
Dragging in a breath, Radris didn't stop touching, not after the storm started to die down, and the waves of pleasure retreated. He touched so long and so hard it caused her to jerk, the nerves connected to his fingers overfiring. She whimpered, came back to herself, then lifted her head to sink her teeth into his pectoral muscle. She bit down hard, as if to say stop, drawing blood with the force of her bite. With a second move of Hatot's teaching, Kavala skillfully knocked him forward again, flat on his back, with a swipe of one of her legs behind his heels. He was too busy concentrating on the savage joy of her reaction to his touch to - which he was not ceasing - to be looking for the move.
Then she had him. Her hands on his shoulders, her pelvis pressed back into his, and she joined their bodies together violently. Fierce azure eyes locked onto his in triumphant - she was after all in control for this - and she offered him a small smile, a smile that spoke of a predator capturing its prey and offering a slight sincere apology before she consumed it. Then she claimed him. In an explosion of activity, she began to move.
The joining took her to a new place, one the explosion of moments before had primed her for. Hatot and her had skirted the outskirts, but their union had been consumed by a different emotion - love - and had taken them to a slightly different realm. This place, however, was a place of dark power and savage violence - for she was not gentle. She took and took and took and took - like one of Yshul's thieves. And as she did so, she rained bites and kisses across his chest and neck, hands digging into his
shoulders drawing blood with the force of the grip - attempting to hold him down. They were both smeared with blood that looked dark purple against Radris' skin but painted the Konti scarlet in Radris' grip. Coupled with the sweat they were producing, the two bodies slipped against each other in a slick surreal way as Kavala dominated Radris and took what he was withholding violently.
"Radris... " She whispered savagely.
"Tell me your mine. Tell me...." She said, her pelvic muscles clenching and releasing with each violent motion as she coupled with him.
"...that this is what you want....this is what you need. " She wanted him to talk, suddenly, to lay himself at her feet and proclaim he'd never leave her. It was unreasonable, but so too was her fear for him - for them both - with his upcoming rite.
"I will be what we need me to be... all of us... I'm learning how.... but I cannot ... I just can't... do it without you. Without knowing your both mine. Just mine. Only mine." She said, the savageness in her voice draining out suddenly, to be replaced by vulnerability as if the truth was laid bare and exposed. As the Konti formed her body around his, she released her grip on his shoulders and captured his hands, bringing them to her waist and then dragging them upwards to cover her breasts.
Long white hair streamed down, wrapping around her body and dancing along his as she moved in savage rhythm that was more about taking that giving. She gave to Hatot, but to Radris she took... and took and took. And now she wanted one more thing from him - his commitment - a piece of his heart and soul. She knew she wouldn't get it, but at least he knew what she wanted ultimately and what she found had value. He had value. A great deal of it. And she found, suddenly, that it was all the true property she'd ever want or need in Riverfall.
