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[Taylani]

Once again she was under his control, completely with little recourse left to her, being trapped against him on a horse that while wasn't walking fast, was walking fast enough that a beginner in the arts of horseback riding was loathed to fall off. Her face flushing wildly as his hands moved over her body, her breasts responding beneath his thumb, the special warmth that she has learned at his hands starting within her womb spreading through her belly and outward. Her breathing comes a little faster, even as she can not help the gentle squirm she gives against his hips and thighs.

When his hand finds its way against bare leg, her skirt riding higher as he explored, her own hand at first tries to push the skirt back down against his arm but at that moment Stormdancer crested a hill and her blue eyes caught sight of the tents -which also meant a possibility of humans- and her heart speeds. Then the steep downhill that thankfully took the tents from view again, but threw Taylani a little off balance causing her to give up trying to keep her skirts in order and a soft cry is uttered when she actually feels distance between herself and the moving back of the horse. Her hand lands against his thigh, her grip maybe a little too tight as she is pulled back, his hand at her neck failing to cause fear wtihin her that she thinks should be. Instead it was oddly arousing, oddly pleasant in that the control and strength that he exhibits. Her legs quiver gently, and when she speaks her voice is husky, though a slight amount of trepidation is heard within the tones, "Please Fallan..someone will see..."

[Fallan Windchaser]

He considered the possibility that she might be right, that indeed someone might see, but then he dismissed the notion, not that she was wrong, but because he didn't care if they did.

He chuckled and continued to kiss the back of her neck. "Let them see," was the answer that he whispered into her ear, his right hand now sliding along her thigh and slipping inside the undergarments that he knew that she wore. He released the pressure on her throat allowing her to sit back down and pulled her in tight, his left hand once more exploring her breast.

At the bottom of the slope was one of the many small watercourses that ran through here, and likely formed part of the decision of the clan leaders to choose this spot to camp upon, he turned Stormdancer along it and away from the camp. He was tempted to stop here but water drew many things and not just people so he turned aside and rode further round the camp until he found a spot that was just hidden from the camp, and was far enough away to be easily out of earshot.

There he clicked his tongue to alert Stormdancer and shifted once his weight to bring them to a stop. With a final squeeze of her breast he slipped his hands free and dismounted, a somewhat awkward manoeuvre but one he managed to achieve without actually falling off. He stepped forward and held his arms up to Taylani, "come," he said with the flip of his hands which surely anyone would correctly interpret even if they did not recognise the Pavi word that he spoke before. He intended to catch her by the waist and slow her down. Likely she had the balance not to need him, but he wanted no excuses from her and what was more he wanted his hands on her again.

[Taylani]

His teeth and lips at her neck was already tuning her body tighter and tighter, the delicious nips that sent just the right amount of pain to her pleasure center in her brain, the slightly damp patch left cooling with the breath of his words. A whimper sounded, even as her entire body quivered once as his fingers find her most intimate of places, delving beneath the protective barrier of her undergarments. Her hips jerk once, a surprised involuntary reaction to his touch, the proof of her desire for him now no longer able to be denied. A furious blush races across her cheeks as desire and humiliation warred within her, desire to have him squirm beneath her touch as he makes her squirm beneath his...Humiliation that he so easily elicits these reactions from her, somehow it seemed wrong that she react this easily.

She barely registered the water, the only things she was aware of was his hands on her body. Hands that dictated her emotions, played her body expertly to cause her to arch more fully into his hands even as she turned her head to the side to expose even more of her pale column of neck. Yet suddenly, suddenly for Taylani anyway who had not been paying much attention to her surrounding since his hand slipped beneath her clothing, he was gone. Disoriented, and suddenly aware that she was now on the horse alone causing her to look wide-eyed down, the desire he had stirred within her readily evident in her foggy blue eyes, the color in her cheeks and her parted lips.

Unlike the last time he had used the word and gesture, Taylani did not refuse, instead after only a moments hesitation, she slips one long leg over, sitting sideways now to slide down and off Stormdancer, into Fallan's waiting arms. Her body makes contact with his, her length, soft and toned sliding against his length, hard and muscled until her feet touched the ground. Instead of continuing to be the passive indulger of their physical couplings, Taylani slowly slides her hands down his chest over his shirt, her head tilted just a fraction needed to look up into his gray eyes. Slowly her fingers find the hem of his shirt that he had thrown on, lifting enough so that her hands can slip beneath, allowing her arms to push up the material even as her fingers glide across the warm lines along his abdomen. It was not unlike her touch earlier when she was showing him his dance poses, only different now. Earlier had been serviceable touch, innocent touch, now her fingers quested, explored, dipping just a little into the waist of his breeches, not quite daring to do more.

[Fallan Windchaser]

He was surprised by the speed with which she made the decision to dismount, but he could not fail to notice the grace with which she did so. But then she was in his arms and those thoughts fled his mind for that time, but in part too she once more took advantage of his assumptions and proved them false for her hands were quickly on him but for once not pushing him away or attempting to delay. His gaze lifted to her eyes which seemed to question him, and he smiled in response, curious as to the change in her mood.

His breath caught and then sucked in as her fingers slipped under his shirt and caressed the skin, his own hands stilled now, lifting to run along the outside of her arms. His breath came heavy now, his eyes fixed on hers, his response changed by her actions. He had assumed that she would be reluctant, had planned in his mind pushing past that reluctance, of stripping away her clothes, her protection from the world and from prying eyes and then using her roughly.

But now he paused, intrigued by the change and unwilling to break the mood and miss where it might lead. He brought his hands up over her shoulders, caressing them and onto her throat, his fingers lifting her chin just a little as he leant in to softly kiss her lips. His left hand slipped around the back of her neck, brushing aside the hair whilst his right returned it's course, tracing along her shoulder and arm before dropping to loosen his breeches a little.

"Tay," he whispered, kissing her again and bringing his right hand back up to carefully tease the nipple of her left breast.

[Taylani]

Always before Taylani had been a quiet partner with him, never refusing but only engaging as much as his hands would coax from her. Each sigh, each whimper, each movement that signaled a reluctant pleasure from her was torn from her as each came with their own brand of barbed torment in the knowledge that it couldn't be normal for a woman to enjoy what was coerced from her. Even now she was torn between the heated desire he had built and the sharp realization that it was him she desired. Him, not simply some physical release, though she suspected that some of it might be the added tension and anxiety of the entire circumstance.

So it was here she faced the decision, to use him as he would use her or to continue to guard a chaste maidenhood that he had already stripped from her as carelessly as a person might strip a tree of ripened fruit. Would just relaxing and attempting to enjoy the time she was forced to spend with him empower her? Or would it simply be her choice in becoming his whore? Or was she already the latter?

She hesitates as the last few thoughts flew across her mind, forgetting to guard her face against revealing inner thoughts so wrapped up in her physical arousal and mental struggle. Yet his intake of breath the sudden stilling of his hands upon her headed off the darkening mood, though it does not wipe away the taint of her thoughts. Yet she could not deny that she enjoyed the sound, enjoyed that she seemed to be the cause of it. If she were already his whore then there was little she could do about that, she had already committed herself to two children, and for that this act was necessary. Whether she was an active participant or not. She will deal with the heartache of being reduced to what she has been later.

When his lips caught hers, she raised ever so slightly, not quite on her toes just to add a little bit of pressure to his lips her hands stopping their exploration when his hand loosened his clothing. Dare she be so bold? His whisper of his name for her shocked her in the pleasure that it sends through her, and her back arches against him, pressing herself more fully into his hand. Her own hands still dancing shyly around his waist, not quite brave enough to explore further, though her movements become more urgent, less tentative, more demanding, and less submissively obedient. She allowed her fingers to roam across his back, to commit every dip and cord to memory, all the while listening, waiting for his reactions.

Pulling back from his lips, the Dancer breathes heavily staring up at him, before her hands ran back down his sides, and just as her hands pushed at the fabric of his breeches downward, so does the rise of color in her cheeks and she can not help a sharp glance around them, searching for watching eyes.

[Fallan Windchaser]

She responded to his kiss, not just the automatic reaction that he'd become familiar with, but an active response, pushing herself against him, her hands stroking under the shirt. His breathing became slightly ragged as her touch excited him and he shivered as the pressure from her hands became firmer. He reacted automatically, pulling her in tighter so that her breasts pressed against his chest and his lips became more urgent upon hers, teasing, caressing and forcing her mouth open.

The muscles on his back twitched and his breathing became harder, actively pushing away the desire to take control, instead becoming more aroused by her unexpected dominance. As she slipped her fingers into the top of his breeches and pushed them down his breathing stopped. The fabric slipped down his legs and he kicked them off, smiling at the glance around that she had made. They had a guard who would react to any intrusion but Stormdancer ignored them and pulled at grass instead.

A slight gust of wind slipped between his now legs, the tail of the shirt moving softly against his bare buttocks. He watched her face, their faces now slightly apart and his hands slowly undid the top buttons of her dress.

[Taylani]

Her lips accepts his kiss, returning the ferocity with one of her own tinged with desperation. Desperation to run from her thoughts, to hide from her emotions, to lose herself in the dizzying intoxication of this act.The gust of wind that rose lifted the ends of her hair, the red strands catching the sun briefly before settling back down against her shoulders and back. Now that she has committed herself to this action she finds that she is beginning to become less and less confident, less sure but his reactions to her touch encourage her.

Her hands caress his hips, his outer thighs, her blue eyes still maintaining eye contact with him as his fingers find the buttons of her dress. Her fingers slide along his flesh, no longer quite as firm as when she was exploring his back, chest and stomach. Instead now it is truly a hesitant, but curious touch. Watching his face, her hands slide around his hips now over the curve of his bare bottom, not quite having the courage to squeeze but simply caressing, all the while ostentatiously avoiding certain key areas. Experimentally she raises up once more, her lips finding the curve of his jaw, the tender underside where jaw meets neck, first pressing a kiss, then mimicking his teeth against her own neck, teasing and nipping.

[Fallan Windchaser]

Fallan had experimented enough in the alleys off the docks in Zeltiva to know where his sexual tastes lay and what he knew was that this was not it. Not in the sense of who had control because he enjoyed it either way, but not this romantic, virgin way. But her touch aroused him all the same and he had been captured by her from the moment he'd seen her. The wind played with her hair and he knew the truth as he had from the very beginning.

She teased him, her touch causing his breath to come in fits and starts. His teeth clenched at the delicate touch on his buttocks and he wondered how long his control would last. His fingers became more urgent on the buttons and as her teeth met on his neck he pushed it off her shoulders and down, but left the slip in place, his fingers clenching harder on her upper arms.

His eyes half closed as his world collapsed down to the red head in front of him, her hair catching fire from the soft autumnal sunlight, captivating him with it's smell, a low groan of part desperation attempting to escape from his lips.

[Taylani]

As her dress fell away, exposing her long lean legs to the air, leaving her shoulders and arms bare, his fingers gripping her arms drives a gasp from her parted lips. Yet the groan, the heavy lids of his eyes, they all speak something to the red head. It told her she was not the only one that can be so easily controlled by her body. Her flesh goose pebbles in the breeze, more from the fact that she was far more exposed then she ever been before in the open then a chill but she does not move to try and cover herself. Instead still watching his face, her heart racing and another quick glance before she lowers her hands and allows her fingers to hook into the tops of the bottoms to her undergarments. With his arms gripping hers so tightly she could only push the material down, over her hips and thighs, the white scrap of cloth catching for a slow second before a simple swish of her hips, a bare sway freed the fabric to drift down, leaving her only garbed in the shift that fell only the the tops of her thighs.

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It seemed that was the end of Fallan's control, and there together they mated in the grasses of the plains. For once both working toward the same goal, if for only in the moment, as Fallan teaches Taylani a new riding technique. Nothing nor no one bothered the two, if any from the watch happened by they would have discreetly grinned perhaps but moved away for there were no interruptions. Even Stormdancer continued to graze, more or less ignoring the antics of the two-legged creatures.


Once finished, Taylani lay on top of Fallan, their legs intertwined and her body slowly returning to its resting state. Her pulse was still thready, and her breathing was raspy but it was only a moment or two that she gave herself to catch her breath. In those moments though the recriminations started within her own mind. Thoughts on how she allowed him to drive her to the point where she lost herself, that now she just proved what he surely thought of her now. Proved what she thought of herself now as well. Before she was simply enduring and allowing the act to happen to her, but that was nothing of simply allowing. No that was actively engaging, with her captor no less.

The thoughts drove a moan from her and she rolls off him suddenly, trying to put some distance between them. Unable to look at him, she scrambles to look for her undergarment, her shift still hanging from her shoulders to give her at least a little sense of decency. She casts her eyes around, sitting on her knees but still can not find it, though her hands close around her dress to pull it as a shield in front of her.

The rub of the matter was she could not blame this on him. This sat squarely on her own shoulders, she had let her guard down and look where it had gotten her. Sitting in the open plains, half naked after ...that in which she had eagerly - her face burned at that thought- participated. She was no longer a physical virgin, that was taken from her but she had been determined to withhold that..that part of herself. That was not for the man who would use her, gain children, and then discard her. That was either never to be given, or perhaps given to a man who could love her ..after...after this was done. Instead she had weakened, cracked. It was a few minutes of remorseful thinking before she realized she was still sitting there seemingly staring into her dress. Still unable to find her undergarment, perhaps they had been laying on top of them...she pulls the dress back over her head, her fingers fumbling with the buttons clumsily.

[Fallan Windchaser]

He lay on the grass, happy and satisfied, her body heavy upon him, the smell of her fragrence in his nostrils. It had been an interesting exploration of a new dimension of their relationship and one that he hoped would be repeated.

She shifted and he allowed her to go, his mind occupied by what had just occurred, wondering just what had led to it and if his initial assumptions would prove true. It was hard to know and for sure only time and careful experimentation would show if his guesses were even slightly close to the truth.

It was hard to put aside the memories of the slick warmth, of the look in her eyes and the way that her lips had parted, but he was concious that she had moved and would have had reason for that. He shifted on the grass, his shirt failing to conceal his modesty and watched as she attempted to button her dress, her expression far from the happy one that she should have worn.

It said much that she had taken herself apart from him and not sought consolation from him. He did not expect any different, not yet, but neither was he prepared to allow this immediate distance to remain. Rolling on to one elbow he shifted into a crouch and then walked over to where she still sat. Putting one hand on her shoulder to prevent her moving away he sat down behind her, slipping his legs either side and wrapped his arms around her. He held her for a moment and then whispered her name in her ear. He spoke softly in Pavi, "my dear, I wish I could tell you of my plans and my hopes for you and us." His lips sought the side of her neck and kissed it softly while his arms held her in a grip that was both gentle and yet relentless.