[Wind Reach]It's Just Asking For Trouble [Shayth]

[Kovac]

Kovac's libido rose like hot lava when Shayth obediently moved to fulfill his desire. She seemed to hesitate, but her performance was exceptional, causing the archer to throw his head back and emit gutteral sounds that seemed to rise with intensity as she engulfed him. She was a natural, applying all she had at her disposal to tantalize and stimulate the euphoric Avora. He became so firm that it began to ache, and a roiling pressure in his groin grew steadily until it threatened to release. Kovac was not sure he could stop it if the adept woman did not cease to work him so feverishly. Thankfully she did, as Kovac too did not want their lovemaking to end there. Nevertheless...as she pulled away, he moaned loudly. Mad, wanton desire for Shayth ate him up, and he lunged forward, taking her by the shoulders and shoving her back down on the bed, and in a flurry of twisting legs, positioned himself over her, propped up by his arms, settled between her legs. His lust-glazed eyes met the enraptured deep blue of the delicious woman beneath him. Kovac teased her a bit, rubbing himself against her, his eyes never leaving hers. When he himself could not tolerate the mind-stunning torture any longer, he reached to take each of Shayth's hands, entwined is fingers with hers, and pinned them down to the bed on either side of her head. Then, pausing only a moment, he made his entrance. With a hiss of pleasure, Kovac began long, steady movements, setting a rhythm that took him as far as he could get in when he crushed against her, then almost separating as he drew back.

[Shayth]

As Shayth looked up at the archer, she waited for him to do something, say something - and she wasn't disappointed. Thrown back, the redhead found herself underneath Kovac again. Feeling his warmth pressed against her, the endal held her breath. Each slow, rubbing movement sent torturous jolts through her body and a gasp from her lips. Her hands rested against his chest, and she kept her eyes firmly locked on his. The magnetism and bold arrogant manner of the half-breed had her like a stunned animal, and all she could do was freeze.

In the same rough manner, Kovac took her hands, pinning them to the bed and the woman felt him pause. The riders breathing had quickened, and her eyes were slightly concerned. Doubt suddenly wracked her senses as she remembered the pain. Her thighs trembled slightly as she fought the urge to pull away, when all at once he was inside he. Crying out loudly, the redhead gripped his hands, blue eyes wide. The sensation was both painless and utterly amazing. Slowly, Kovac began to thrust long and deep. Eyes rolling shut, the rider groaned loudly with each inwards stroke. With every movement, Shayth could feel a deep pressure building. Turning her head to lay against her own thick red tresses, the young woman bit her lower lip, gasping and panting in delight.

[Kovac]

Kovac steadily increased the speed and force of his motion, his breathing labored, a grunt expelled with each breath. He gazed at Shayth until the intense pleasure forced his eyes shut, his full attention focused on the hot friction at the center of their union. The Avora's gripped tightened between the Endal's fingers, his weight preventing her arms and hands from moving. There was no Mt. Skyinarta, no warrens, not even the walls of his room. His universe became the woman beneath him and the frantic coupling that sent jolts of electric sensation out from the heat of their joining to shoot through his entire body. A strong, welling pressure was coming to a peak, his action becoming rough and desperate, causing the bed to creak in complaint. Though Kovac had managed to control himself with constricting and relaxing muscles, the moment came when he could not nor willed not to restrain anymore. With a loud moan he finally exploded, never remembering such a dramatic or extensive culmination. His groans sank into graveling growls as his muscles spasmed and he released. He continued to move, despite the excruciating fission in his nerve endings that almost made him collapse. He was not totally self-centered, and he strove to make sure she was driven to the same ecstatic climax that she had given him.

[Shayth]

Shayth panted in short mewling breaths as Kovac drove into her, his tempo increasing. Tossing her head, the womans fingers pressed tightly into his own, nails scratching the back of his hands. Her legs lifted to curl around his waist, and as the avora's movements became rougher, harder. It sent a tight, building sensation deep through the redhead, and her voice became louder. The small breaths turned into high feminine cries and her brow furrowed in ecstasy. The young woman couldn't remember this ever feeling so good, and so decadently bad. Her mind left any sense of caste or righteousness, all that existed now was the deep sensation between her thighs.

Pushed further and further into the rising crest, the rider could feel her body tensing. Her thighs gripped Kovacs hips as he stiffened slightly, the definite sound of release escaping his lips. This is where it should end, the endal knew from before, but he didn't stop. Still he pounded against her, again and again. Unable to escape, tortured by the quickly building pressure, Shayth arched her back gasping and crying out her delight. His name fell from her parted lips, along with breathless words of pleasure. Pushed to the edge, her peak finally came. Stiffening, her legs clenched against him tightly as wave consumed her. A high long drawn moan came from the endal, and her whole body shuddered with release. Hands clenched tightly against his own, taught muscles in her arms flexed as she rode the almost violent sensation.

[Kovac]

Kovac continued to ply himself against Shayth until her rising cries heralded her final release. The two unlikely lovers writhed and bucked and filled the small stone room with the unbridled sounds of ecstatic pleasure, a raw combination of animal, feminine and masculine grunts and cries that faded to whispers of their names and unintelligible expressions of carnal delight. Bodies twitching as super-sensitive nerves were triggered by the slightest movement of the man inside the woman, Kovac hovered a moment over Shayth, gyrating his hips. He worked the rider until his supply was exhausted and he felt Shayth's body relax. He was panting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The Avora leaned down to give the Endal another passionate kiss before folding his arms and rolling to the side and slipping out of her, laying next to her, their legs still a tangle. After a moment to catch his breath, Kovac turned to look at Shayth. Usually, at this point Kovac would have shown little interest in his partner, turning away or at the worst, kicking her out. But Shayth, she was different, they were different, and he simply reveled in the fact that the fiery redheaded Endal lay panting on his bed. "Rider, you are much better in bed than you are on the archery range...much, much better."

[Shayth]

Shayth lay panting, hair dishevelled and damp with perspiration. Her blue eyes remained shut as the archer kissed her and rolled to the side, to breathless and spent to even move. The whole room felt as spent and exhausted as she did, and after a while, the rider finally opened her eyes. Staring at the stone ceiling, she lifted a hand and lay it across her brow. Their lovemaking had been rough, domineering, and absolutely mind blowing. As Kovac's voice broke the air, Shayth laughed a little and turned to face him, tucking a hand under her cheek and laying the other across her hip. Their legs still lay carelessly entwined.

"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you. Your not so bad yourself." Propping her head up on one hand, the endal smiled, unable to resist looking the naked man over slowly. He really was delicious to look at.

"All that talk really does amount to something. I have to say, I'm more than pleasantly impressed."

[Kovac]

Kovac laughed at Shayth's compliment and, grinning his snarky grin, he retorted, "I am glad I did not disappoint you Rider!" His hand slid down her side the length of her torso, over her hip and thigh. He caught the brilliant blue of her eyes again, the sultry curve of her mouth. She was gorgeous enough to stir him again, he thought, had he not been sodden with wine. The ecstatic high of their lovemaking waned, and the dizziness of his drunkeness returned. He laid back and closed his eyes, willing the room to stop spinning. His arm wrapped around her shoulder and he drew her against him, their sweat-slick skin meeting again. His thoughts at the moment were no longer conflicting, no longer denying that he very much liked Shayth's company. Even though they were of different castes, there had been a form of equality and commonality between them, played out passionately in his bed. Eyes still shut, the Avora muttered, "Its late, why don't you stay here tonight. Then Turiska can kill us both in the morning."

[Shayth]

Allowing herself to be pulled close to the archer, Shayth chuckled softly, closing her eyes and resting a hand on his chest. The sensation of spinning swam around her and for now, her legs may have well been jelly. Languidly, she purred a longdrawn hum of content.

"I don't think I could move if I wanted to." Laying silent, inbetween dozing and wakefulness, the rider contemplated the situation. By all rights, she should not be here. But everything about it was just...just right. Petch society. Without even realizing it, Shayth's breathing evened out and her body relaxed as she drifted off to sleep - repricussions of the following morning far far from her mind.