You awake?

by **Fallon** on April 20th, 2014, 3:38 pm

Lips gave a brush against the neck, the taste resting upon her lips. Was she teasing or was she simply just letting her body obtain a mind of her own. She was curious, she knew that much. She wanted to learn about the woman, to know and understand things to its fullest. A craving, a burning, a gentle exhale as she felt the bubbling existed beneath the skin. What was Zandelia capable of? What where her limits? Was she all talk or was she capable of things? The beat flickered, quickening as Fallon continued her pressing - something that even she knew was not quite normal behaviour for her.

What was it she wanted to achieve? To please? To cherish? Or to torment? Maybe it was her own injuries that caused such a behaviour, the aches of the body pushing her to strive and seek more than before. A glint, a smirk, the eyes lighting up as the woman next to her responded. A shiver, her hand continued its tracing before there was a frustrated moan.

For a moment Fallon paused, thinking for a moment that she had managed to cause some insult. Eyes blinked, her head pulling back almost as if she'd just been slapped. She lifted back slightly, the fingers gently lifting from the skin. A hiss, her hairs rose slightly as the fingers grabbed around her wrist. There was a tug in recoil, her brow creasing slightly. Lips opened as if to speak, soundless in protest. She had just made a fool of herself, an awkward situation that deserved such retaliation. Had she stepped over the boundary too quickly? Pushed against the wall of the woman next to her. Insufferable, the woman had called her - and by definition that meant she was difficult to deal with, an extremity. Was she that much of a drain?

Doubt began to rear its head, a flurry of blinks as she tried to take what was going on in. She went to speak again, but failed to do so, her eyes growing large and the pupils darting from the gaze of the woman to the held wrist then back again. She just wanted to know, to share, to understand and experience. A base need within the mind of Fallon, curious, suggestive - too much so by the looks of things. Perhaps she was too pushy in trying to involve the woman, perhaps it was too much and too far. Attentive once more when she spoke.

The hum, the pleasant sound of calm and suggestion. The fingers reached out and traced upon the breast, her cheeks tinting slightly. A chew of the lip, a quiver of her anxieties rising to the surface before they simmered down once more. Her throat constricted, a tremble as she felt the soft flesh hidden beneath a layer. Her hand curled around, her thumb rubbing against the curve. She did not pull away in fluster this time, instead her eyes simply looked to the woman and searched for an answer within that emerald orb.

"Was I being cruel?" she barely breathed, "I thought... I can... stop?" A needy gaze, she gave a swallow and a shuddering breath as the woman begun the retaliation. Her thumb and finger squeezed slightly, a shuffle closer as the woman took her in, that teasing taste leaving her wanting. Everything was sensitive she knew that, but the moan on injuries was largely unimportant at present. A shudder, a gentle press as if to chase. And all the while, the faint low hum escaped. The pulse quickened to the touch, her mind amplifying the sensation. Her free hand reached up, pawing against the body next to her. She resisted making a noise, holding back a breath - or tried to at least. A low hiss escaped as the fingers traced their way lower, a bite upon the lip as she listened.

A heavy exhale, she rolled onto her back - a wince once more as she felt the pressure of the injuries upon her back. It was worth it however, even as she pulled away. A gentle prop up onto her elbows, as the woman promptly stopped. Lips twitched, her head cocking to one side to the challenging gaze. Her lip broke into a curl, instinctual almost as she took the body in. The shape, the figure, the gentle rise and fall of breathing - it was appealing to look at. To explore and to experiment. Her chin rose in response, her eyes narrowing slightly as she let herself lean back once more and stretched. So much temptation, so much craving already - and it was still only the morning.

"Yes... I would like to see," the soft words escaped before she had any chance to actually think about them. There was a blink once more, before she slid her arm behind her head to look upon the woman. The smile still rested there, relying on the emotions and the feelings other than the thought of logic. She was answering to her heart for a change. She did not move from where she laid, and instead held the gaze, "But later? And only maybe...?" she sighed, her fingers lying across her own stomach and drew faint circles there.

She knew she was not thinking completely clearly - but right now she really did not care. That want, that craving and fiery desire was much more pressing at the moment. She shook her head and released a tut, "How disappointing. Not got the endurance for it Sunshine? Or do you think you just wouldn't be able to keep up with this wolf in your present state?" A flash of a tongue, her brow raising in her own dare to the woman, "And here was me thinking I would be able to use my tongue for something else other than talking..."

by **Zandelia** on April 20th, 2014, 6:24 pm

A new layer indeed, or perhaps just further depth. Always so fearful, skittish towards the physical before but now stood ground and gave her own stare. There was a challenge there, in the set of the face and the faint protruding of tongue before it disappeared once more. The mischief, the teasing testing. She was relaxed too, outwardly at least, arm behind head and free fingers tracing patterns invitingly. She was powerful, commanding, alluring. A Wolf she was, circling her prey until she saw a way to strike, slip behind before darting inwards with biting fangs and snapping jaws. Toying with her, it was somehow exciting to be so easily manipulated. It meant she was known well enough, by one at least.

“Cruel? No,” she returned playfully, “teasing…yes. I like this new Wolf. She doesn’t run away so much” she stayed where she was for now, looking down and across, hands frozen upon fabric and body only half-retreated.

Conflicted she was, in every way it was possible to be. The healthy side of her desired the other woman, wanted to jump on her like a younger woman and throw caution through the tent canvas. The injured side of her screamed for rest and relaxation above all things – food, ale, simple things. Passion warred with sensibility as fingers curled and knuckled cracked around trouser hem. Left rested upon the floor, supporting her in the half-lean. Lustful gaze roamed across the other’s form and the words repeated themselves within her mind – continually refreshing and restating. Slowly, the battle ground to a halt in stalemate and began the inevitable journey towards passion.

She was being offered something that she couldn’t refuse, no matter what the sense of doing so. Breathing shallow and cheek darkening further she knew that she was trapped. The Wolf had played the game, looking back it seemed as if it had been from the very moment she had awoken. How long had she puzzled out the scheme? Or was this but the result of instinct, the fallout of events? It didn’t matter, she wanted it. Self-control had never been her strong point when it had come to the flesh – same as looking after herself hadn’t been.

“Disappointing?” she breathed, gaze breaking sideways as lips curled slightly, “disappointing? Having me half-naked in your bed not good enough for you? Disappointing!” she breathed, if she was going to lose this game then she would score some minor victories with her own manipulation and feigned emotion.

For someone of her years, she should have known better. She remembered the times of intimacy she had shared as a younger woman with fondness. Sweet memories of stolen trysts that blazed like inferno before fizzling out into nothingness and moving onto another. In her caution she had forgotten what it felt like, the flames. Fallon was wise but she was younger. She could heard the tremble of anticipation and the desire to explore within the tones and that merely made her own rear stronger in response. She leant in further, laying atop Fallon now as she pressed their noses into meeting at the tips. Fingers fumbled for the Kukri, leaving the trousers for now. Time for that later. Hilt was grasped and held firmly in a downwards grip, blade edge facing towards her.

“I don’t think I could keep up with you even were I fine, youth always outruns age. But, there are some things as can be done to level the field…sometimes” she breathed upon the lips and pulled back to slip Kukri into the neckline of the shirt before slicing it downwards to shred it open – weapon clattered back to the floor without thought.

“You win. This time. You stalked and you prayed Wolf,” she grabbed one side of the now open shirt in each hand and pulled her upwards, eye was wide and bright, flickering with need, “now just shut up and claim your present” she gave the other no choice, no chance to respond – there was no point. The animal had been unchained and wouldn’t stop until it was satisfied.

Lips locked with fists bunched between them, unlocked, locked in repeated kisses as breathing became difficult and harsh. Nasal. Seeking out, trying to find the rhythm that worked and tasting for the first time the true depth of what they shared – a portion of it. She let the shirt go, ruined edges fluttering to the sides as hands caressed, sought out the curves and slipped around to the small of the back. She knew that Fallon’s back was hurt and so she didn’t brush there but instead pawed at scarring and the back of the waist. All consumed the world faded until there was only the sensation, even pain disappeared as it was flooded with enjoyment, with taste, touch, scent. Heightened, craved. She growled at the back of her throat almost.

She broke lips, head shifting sideways and down, inhaling at the shoulder and taking in the intoxicating scent. Teeth flashed out to bite gently, a sign of pure animal possession. She was her Wolf. She keened and nails dug into the back now and no doubt left their mark of remembrance. It was the simplest of all things that flooded her mind and heart, lust.

Want. Need. Mine. Now

by **Fallon** on April 20th, 2014, 8:28 pm

"Maybe for you I won't run away any more," Eyes glinted up, her lip turning into curl. Hungry, craving, the lingering of instincts and a beast growing within. And it was there that her head simply cocked to one side, a low purr escaping from the back of her throat. She was a wolf, and Zandelia was her prey in this scenario. A delightful thought in the mind of this young hunter, teeth parted into a smirk her lids narrowing down as she watched the woman pause. That internal struggle as to what to do next.

The adrenal pulsed, the quickening of blood and veins as she looked up. Teasing, delightful, and Fallon wanted to reach out and grasp it in her hands. To reel her in, to cling and to hold onto her tightly. There was a subtle lick of lips, the slow gentle rise in closer. Slow, steady, there was no rush in such endeavours. The trap had been laid, and the snare was quickly closing up around her desired target. There was a blink, a growling exhale as those inner passions begun to rise. She was enjoying herself, the teasing, the feeling, the touch of curious and learning hands. She inhaled, nostrils flaring as the woman turned her head away.

She was offering her own more personal gift - not that Zandelia probably realised it. Her own moment, the right to leave her begging for more in the throes of lust and desires. The hand was still upon the hem of her trousers, and it was Fallon's eyes that gave only a suggestive flicker downwards before snapping back upwards. Instinct was knocking on the door of her mind. But she had to have patience, it was still up to the woman to reach out her hand and accept - metaphorically of course.

"No, it isn't good enough," She purred. Teeth flashed, that inner spark igniting into a fire. She reached finger up to the chin, placing it beneath before turning it back. She hardly had to move otherwise from the laid down position she had taken. She was in control and it was apparent, enough so that she need not explain the rest with cliché lines as to what it was she exactly wanted. A wanting, a craving, it was painful almost to be left in anticipation for what may or may not occur. Her inner wolf was pressing now, desperate and pleading almost to be satisfied. Or more than that, she was not sure - most line of thought had left her. Her brow only raised when the woman took up the kukri, only a tick of pondering as to what exactly she was going to do with the weapon. It lifted, it hooked and it pierced; but just as quickly as the thought came, was it answered by a ripping of fabric. Flesh was exposed to the air, a trembling shudder in reciprocation to the clattering of the weapon to the floor. A gasp, a clenching of fingers upon the fabric beneath.

"Well. I suppose that's one way to use a kurki..." she barely had time to breathe before she was pulled firmly upright by the shredded ends. She caught the hungry look, the woman's chains of self control breaking and sliding free. A sharp inhale, that all consuming gaze being sent back in response. To taste, to feel, to explore, to understand. Her lip curled, her hand reaching up behind the head of the woman. She wanted her, completely and utterly. She knew that now, and because of that she would not hold back any more. The tension ended, and the passion began.

It was different than before, searching hungry, animalistic as a more feral nature took over. Breathing quickened, a low under growl forming in the back of her throat. Needy, hungry, searching as she pushed and pulled. Fingers knotted into the woman's hair, holding her there as she roughly inhaled. The trill reverberated, lips pressing and searching. A beat, a rhythm, a sharp inhale as the cool hands placed themselves onto the cool flesh. A growl, the other hand found itself upon the base of the woman's back, teasing, touching, probing for reactions - what did she like? What did she not like? Fingers slipped, growing firmer as they found the flesh, dragging themselves free of the hair that they had nestled in.

A break in it, her eyes looking but not truly looking. Other things were on her mind, heat, warmth, the primal desires that throbbed loudly in her mind. Salt, the bitter scent of bodies - not overly intrusive but apparent. The taste, flesh but more than simply just flesh. Soft, smooth, sweet to feel upon her lips. The back arched slightly as the nails dug in, the teasing upon the flesh and the mumblings of a wolfish growl within the back of her throat. Teeth gave a nip at the air, her eyes wide and burning as the heat travelled on down. More, she wanted more.

From the base of the back and round, Fallon dug her nails in - slow, pulling, the pressing of her lips upon the woman's ear. She was her prey, her prize, her target she had hunted down. And she would devour her. There was a gentle press backwards, hands moving to the woman's right shoulder, the other upon the small of her back. Taste, feeling - she needed it more than ever. A guide down to the bedding, the hands falling upon the hips and then pulling round. Lips brushed upon her neck, the torn shirt falling from around her shoulders and the silver pendant hovering teasingly by its chain between them.

An exhale, her hands traced their way upwards, her mind thinking, reacting, searching for the best way to maximise things. Rough, laboured breaths escaped, a press of lips once more as she shook one arm free from the shirt and then returned it to cupping the breast within her hand. Firm, squeezing, a level of focus upon pleasure and all the while she still craved for more. Hers, all hers. She wanted it all.

by **Zandelia** on April 20th, 2014, 10:04 pm

Fingers ran through her hair, the tickling sensations from her scalp bringing pimples to her skin before the snagged, caught and tugged a sharp sliver of pain into the equation. It was nothing compared to the other injuries but different, she rode it and relished it as it signalled enjoyment beyond clarity. Passion unbridled and possessed of pure instinct, to do what you wanted. It was possessive, a message sent silently of whom was in control. She hissed at that, some part of her writhing within until she gave up – she had lost and the Wolf was born to lead others. Her own name was added to the list mentally as hands brushed her back. There was the probing, the trying of differences to see which most pleased.

It didn’t matter, at that point everything would have blossomed positively within, the time for learning truly would come later. Nails made their own marks in response to hers and her eye closed as discomfort blended with desire and pleasure – the soft shallow breathing. The growl in her ear, the signal of reciprocation in kind, how long had it been wanted? Did it matter? It sent a shiver down her spine and she weakened, merely able to keep grasping at flesh as what initiative she had possessed was ripped from her forcibly and found herself upon her back, pressed weight of both of them buckling the bedding beneath. Sundered shirt discarded, fingers rising and flowing over the bust. The wild spark of the gaze.

The necklace dangled, distractive, she pulled it over the woman’s head and placed it to the side and away from harm. There was the hovering of Fallon above, the muscles holding her in place and tensing to form the delightfully contoured form of a mercenary. Powerful, strong, developed but not yet partaken. Nails, she had liked the nails. She used them, scraping down the front of the torso and back towards the hem again – this time unlacing them, pushing. Her better leg came up, brushing torso as it fumbled and hooked a toe into the line and finished the downwards journey until they were kicked off the other. A keening as fingers fumbled with her own, wriggling painfully until they were discarded also. A sigh of exasperation as it took far longer than she was willing to let it and they were both exposed.

“Wolf…” came the one admission of her entrapment before teeth snapped out to bite at lip.

There was no breathing now, not that was noticed. Only the flesh as they found the curves and played, caressed, explored. Lips, teeth, tongue and nails were her weapons and she knew how to use them well enough. Even the knowledge that they would pay for their play after flickered and died. Mouth slipped down to be used upon breast and the taste was of the finest of wines. Teeth nipped playfully, legs shifted and rose until they were wrapped around the hunter’s waist. She tried to roll sideways so that she could take control but the heart wasn’t in the fight and the other was stronger, unmoving. A small snarl of a snort and the releasing of the notion of being in charge.

Fallon was the leader now, in more ways than one and the irony blushed through her rapidly. Her head came back to lay upon the bedding as she gazed upwards with a wry grin. She settled for simply enjoying the feeling of heat and muscle. She was able to use the leverage to drag the other closer though, a mere hair’s breadth between them as she tangled her own fingers in hair now – long flowing locks released from their customary bonds. They gathered, pulled and she wouldn’t let go. Right hand found the waist and followed the line searching further for a way to please. A little tug of encouragement upon the hair with her left for the beast she knew lived within Fallon, this time not a negative aspect.

“Still disappointed?” she breathed, panted perhaps would be more accurate.

Short hair, recently cut, sprawled around her head, sweat sticking some in place here and there as she looked up mischievously. She was face to face once more, noses brushing, eyelid narrowing and mouth open invitingly. It was hard to be teasing under the current dynamic, she merely wanted to be used. Not in a sordid way but purely for the other’s enjoyment. It was a new feeling, a new place she had been put in and it held its own attraction.

by **Fallon** on April 20th, 2014, 11:24 pm

Fallon pressed, a long inhale, the other arm shaking free the sleeve now. Her eyes stared deeply, looking, absorbing, visually devouring what meal was before her. Shapes, curves, the colours of flesh, the way it trembled beneath her touch. Control, using, a strange state of dominance. Ironic in its own way - more so as the woman now was stuck to her whims. A nip, a taste, the second hand coming round to slide beneath the small of her back. Touch, closeness, she still wanted more. Yearning, craving, muscles rolled and moved as she tried to find a rhythm. For a moment she paused, the gentle pull away of the head as the chain was removed, before once more she was attentive. Lips met, pushing, strong, the tongue brushing for a moment. The shiver, the moment of weakness below, and in response Fallon could only be strong.

There was a gasp, the utterance of groan beneath her breath. A withdrawal, a exhale, the grasping of ties and the scratch of nails upon exposed skin. The teasing tug, the loss of layers and exposure of skin into the air. Limbs were released, a shedding of fabric as a sense of almost urgency consumed. Fingers pulled at the Zandelia's own, quick fingers assisting in the much needed freedom. Bare, primal, the caressing of skin upon skin. There was nothing between them now; inhibitions were lacking, the hands having a mind of their own, her head leaning in once more. She heard the coarse moan of her name, her inner animal taking over as she pressed.

"Yes... Sunshine?" she barely breathed back, before she felt the nipping of teeth upon her lip. Arms wrapped around, snaking their way across, exploring, learning, the low husky growls rumbling from her throat. Fingers dug it, the shoulders, the body, a gentle arc back as the woman wrapped herself around. A reverse trap, a trick to capture, not that Fallon particularly cared at present. She felt the lips, her cheeks a glow as she felt pleasure. A tremble, a moment of vulnerability as the tables were turned once more. A play, a feel, she did not object to the trapping, and it was the simple press of the forehead against the woman that responded.

She could not win of course, Fallon was not going to let her - at least, not easily. Leading the dance, Fallon released a moan, a chew upon her lip, the sea green raising to meet Zandelia's as she was dragged closer. She did not fight back, the calling of heat was upon her, even as the faint damp began to stick to their forms. A purr, a press as she felt the fingers knot in with her hair, the mane falling forth across her dark brow. That feeling, that encouragement, that wanting for more. Lips gave a twitch, reaching out to kiss upon those lips - a fleeting moment that was quickly consumed once more in passion.

"I... I am going to do... dreadful things to you," she promised with a laboured breath. A growl, a moan, her hands traced down once more to the navel, her lips locking as she took over once more. There was a teasing touch, the tracing of circles upon the tender flesh. Her mind gave a turn, ideas, thoughts and feelings blooming and turning - existing only in flashes of instances. Mischief, cunning, that sense of urgency as if the moment would be ripped away in an instant. And whilst the inner beast pressed right up to the surface, quivering and breaking forth - did she begin her slow and careful work.

A hand slipped up to the woman's own, strong fingers searching for it blindly, whilst the other continued its descent southwards, looking for an answer upon the flesh of her companion. Her Sunshine. Her own little animal. Hungry on lust, it was with a trace of the descending hand that stroked upon the hip and began the teasing slide inwards. Or at least until it paused above for a moment - almost as if waiting for permission.

Never, did Fallon think she would be in such a situation. Of raging passions, and burning fires looking to consume. The lips pulled back, her nose brushing against the woman, the upper hand locking around the wrist of the woman and rendering it immobile - or at least she tried to. Teeth playfully snapped, the lips brushing upon her throat and the tender skin. She wanted more, she could feel it. The whispering of the heart, the heavy breaths and scents. The own cravings and desires becoming amplified in her mind as a throbbing temptation. It was an invitation she could not refuse. And so, she took it firmly within her own hands, and embrace her primal nature completely.

by **Zandelia** on April 21st, 2014, 1:35 am

“I think…” she wriggled to test the grip and found it as firm as before, “you alread-“ she began to grunt out between efforts at pulling but they stopped as the finger began its trace and the hand reached upwards swiftly.

A losing battle was quickly transformed into a swift rout, fingers snatching at the wrist of the hand-tangled hair and the strong grip pressing just enough to force her to let go, her only grip of advantage snapped from her without much apparent effort. She fought, muscles strained as the animal’s grin curled her lips, exposing teeth flashing white in the dulled light of the interior. It was a slow descent, she wouldn’t lose easily and Fallon would know it. It was with harsh breathing that it was finally pinned, above her head and locked to the bedding below. It was pointless resisting with it now, the leverage had been lost and the injured shoulder cracked, a small trickle of blood seeping forth from the strain as it throbbed. She tried to raise herself to fight back with teeth but barely made it a couple of inches before the stitches pulled too tightly and she crashed backwards, slapping the fabric.

Still, there was no disappointment. There was no shame in the loss. She stilled and a slow, cat-like smile spread across her face as she gazed upwards, heard the words and now processing them. Fallon hadn’t answered her question verbally but the answer was there - she was far from disappointed. So far gone was she in the throes, the pair of them enslaved to the needs. No, she was enjoying this and some portion of Zandelia tapped its foot to the beat of that fulfilment, danced in the flames and relished their searing. The kisses, the touching, they were another language but a poor reflection of what existed within. Expression removed from its source in ways that were unbridgeable.

“Good…”she breathed as flesh responded to the more delicate touch.

She had listened to her head before, resisting, but now there was none. It had been swept away on the tides. There was little point in doing so, sense had become inverted and morphed. So quickly the walls had shattered, so easily. As she had crept behind Fallon’s her own had been subverted – price for a price and eagerly paid. It had been told that loving was like a battle and theirs had been formed from the battlefield itself and operated just the same. The siege was over and now all that remained was the parley, strokes hesitating at her hip bone and the shudders stopped and were replaced with frustrated moaning. Gritted teeth at such a terrible teasing, as neck was graced with soft brushings, the other’s word had been kept with impeccable timing. She pressed her forehead sideways, bumping off of Fallon’s gently and getting her ear close.

“If that hand doesn’t finish then I will snap…it…off, I swear,” she growled, last act of defiance, “please…”she had been forced to ask. She didn’t know how she would ever show her face again. She didn’t care.

There was only the need, the power plays were immaterial. Folded into their games neatly and now all of the teasing she had put the other through became the backlash. It was hard, fast, seductive. The hand didn’t move and she knew there would be a wolfish grin at her shoulder, silent and unresponsive. She writhed, breathing shallow and her free hand shifted from its place, moving Fallon’s as she flushed and in response to being forced to do so bit at her neck, hard enough to leave imprints but not break skin. She returned the favour in kind, fingers scratching across ribs and uninjured leg moving, slipping between the other’s. Rising up, pressing and rubbing. Hand pushed upon the hip of the woman, forcing it down and into contact. Brief, designed to spur onwards a response.

Scratching back around now, desire all encompassing. Slipping downwards, forwards and taking the plunge. She was a plaything now but she knew how to play just as well. Finding the rhythm, reciprocation of needs. Lips to lips, bust to bust and hands acting out in imitation of each other for satisfaction of the other. Breathed became impossible to regulate as pleasure surged. Fractured experience. Jolting energies and clenching muscles. Eye closed and hips rolled as sound was ripped from her by increments. The pulse, the throb, the crackling. Riding the rising tidal wave of pleasure.

The world paused, flickered briefly and then died.

by **Fallon** on April 21st, 2014, 9:14 pm

Fallon pushed and teased, searching blindly for that moment of grace within it all. Craving, addictive, it was the gentle rocking of mumbles and moans that lead her through the steps. Zandelia was smiling, her eyes bright and looking as she was retrained - a faint struggle within her form as she allowed herself to surrender. Give in to what her wolf would do. That beat, the growl falling away softly as she continued her pressing. Emotion, the heart, the strains of it all, even as injuries objected and sought restraint Fallon continued the rapid descent downwards. A suck in of the air, a half snarl in response to the breathing of the woman. Words were simply beyond her now.

Bound, chained, it was the running of the hum upon her lips, fingers probing into the woman's palm. The other continued its tracing, slowing, luring, drawing out that long held back moaning. To break, to have her within her hold and at her mercy - and it was something that excited her to no end. There was a brush of lips, the gaze flickering across the sight before her, an expanse to be taken in and feasted upon. That beg, that pleading for more was only met by a wolfish grin, wild, pleased her teeth nipped into the neck of the woman. A touch, a squeeze of teeth as she took her resisting prize.

True communication was lost, everything was lost behind touches and feelings. A wrestle between egos and emotions, answering the stresses and strains of the body as they fought. Lips pressed, a growl within the ear as the woman hissed in response. She felt her hand move, lead on lower to answer the cravings. There was a moment of resistant, a tease of tips as they stroked pulling out all she could as payment. There was a groan as teeth bit her, a burrowing of her head into the neck, a heavy gasp and tremble in response. A tremble to the nails, a moment of weakness upon her form. Drunk on pleasure and intimacy.

Fingers lowered and pressed, rising up the triggering of responses. The tip slipped, the other hand releasing the woman's to slip around her back. Closeness, holding, to feel the trembles of flesh as it tried to find the beat. The taste, the feeling, the roaring rhythm as it tried to find itself. To search for that link, that joining moment between what raged between. It burned, bright, fiery, sweet and bitter in its pleasures. Perhaps it was only now apparent upon this battle that just as much as Fallon was in control of, that was so was Zandelia. She could easily buckle to the whims of the woman, left to gasp and crave upon tastes. And it was such a thought that pushed against her hard. Eyes clenched shut, her nose brushing, the lips caressing as they found the partnered pair. Ragged breaths barely filled their lungs, the beat found along with the satisfaction. The fire roared, firmer, harder, faster almost in desperation to be fulfilled before it was too late.

For a tick the world paused, caught upon a climax before it simply fell away.

A whisper of a groan, a slump, a heave of the chest as her head slipped and rested upon the woman's shoulder. Her arm trembled, followed by her form. Air found her lungs, the long inhales as she felt the pull of fulfilment reach her. Breaths wavering, she felt the hands slip to simple holding. A purr, a nuzzle as she simply pressed and searched for the gentle feelings. Blind, lost, the energy sapped from her searching for that flickering warmth and the mind growing slow. She searched for the easier things, hands feeling and looking for something, anything to hold onto.

Fallon shivered, a needy whimper escaping as she felt the morning chill caress against her limbs. Warmth, heat, rest, she felt tired yet answered within her cravings. Lips pressed upon the bare shoulder; not built upon lust this time but with an adoration and a seeking of closeness on easier things. She felt disorientated, lost within a mental haze even as her attention solely stuck upon the woman. Heat, fire, the pimples begun to rise a gentle movement of the body as it shuddered. Words were still beyond her, falling as an utterance of a murmur at most. Cracking an eye open, she leaned away to take the woman in, a fleeting smile as the eyes looked deeply.

Or at least until her form simply crumpled and slipped to the side. There was a light thud as her shoulder pressed against the bedding, a long inhale as she still tried to find a steady leather of breathing. Her body ached slightly, but it was a pleasurable one she would not trade in. Her hands hung lazily around the woman's stomach, a gentle paw upon the flesh as she cracked a eye up. She had no strength to move, not now at least - not now she had been successfully pleased and sedated by the woman before her. A curl of the lips, a sluggish untangle before she stretched and released a stifled yawn.

Eyes blinked, a faint tint upon her cheeks as she turned her head up properly, though barely. Bright eyes blinked, the thrum of pleasure still holding onto her frame. Lips parted, an exhale as her hand reached up to squeeze upon the woman's and a low mumbling honest purr escaped, "Thank you."

by **Zandelia** on April 22nd, 2014, 3:24 am

It had been too much to bear, the teasing followed by continuation and then yet further demonstrations of control and playful whim. Heat kindled and rose further as the acts continued, both of them caught within the realm of mad wildness where nothing really mattered beyond the sensations. A place beyond worries and cares whilst it was inhabited and overflowing with pure enjoyment. Pain, pleasure, desire, all blended and consumed until finally completion was reached with dual shudders and the loud groaning. Fallon could no longer bear her weight, muscles strained too far and too soon after conflict. She slipped atop her, flesh pressing and restricting breathing as the glow of fulfillment radiated and breathing returned, ragged and striving to assert itself back towards normality - it would fight a losing battle for some time.

Sensation was heightened, even the head pressed to her shoulder with damp ringlets stroking skin caused her to shiver slightly, the breath warm upon her chest as muscle twitched every so often as it too strove for normality. The gentle pawing was returned with an embrace, slipping her arm underneath the head and around shoulders with a small wince of pain. It was worth it for the closeness that was craved. Chest rose and fell, growing ever deeper as the debt of air was gradually repaid and with only the limp arm draped over her hinder. Thought was scarce and instead there was a deep grin as bright emerald looked at everything and nothing. Deep hums echoed from her throat, little more. She simply basked in the satisfaction.

The roll away, regret reverberating at the distance between them until the words were spoken with that tilt of head that was now so familiar and the turning up of the lips. A small piece of laughter escaped at the very thought that she needed to be thanked. She squeezed the fingers gently.

“No Fallon, thank you. For letting me in. For everything,” she smiled back, an inebriated curl, “a precious gift. Now rest, you need it. I will keep watch and make sure there is something for you to eat later,” a kiss placed upon brow as she sat up to retrieve the covers and smoothed them over the woman. One more squeezed embrace, the taking in of scent and warmth.

She wouldn’t be able to sleep she knew, not for some time. She never could after such pleasurable exertions, besides which she had made a promise and she meant to keep it. Fallon could sleep all day she reasoned, she deserved it - had earned it more ways than one. She groaned as she sat up and stretched aching limbs, pain beginning to ask for its due and she scrabbled around for clothing. Fingers probed in the dark, groping trouser leg eventually and regretfully she pulled them on slowly. She looked down at the recumbent form of Fallon, fast approaching unconsciousness if not already dreaming. The glint of thin light upon silver, she crawled to it and pulled the winged pendant around her head.

“Safe there,” she mumbled as she wondered where to even start, the tent was a mess and she remembered the comment about tidying the previous evening, “well what else does an assistant do?” she asked herself with a sigh and set about gathering everything together into the far corner, away from the sleeping.

She knew she didn’t have to do it, as far as Fallon was concerned there was no debt to be paid. Nothing existed as a tally between them for her, it just was. A sentiment she had echoed herself without truly realizing it and her head tilted as she rubbed her eye lazily, tiredly. Body was worn but the mind raced and it needed something to do. To grab its attention and wear it out until sleep beckoned. She understood all too clearly that things would grow ever more complicated between them now, the new barriers breached would be a strain as much as a blessing. They always were. She pushed the thought away.

Simple, concentrate upon the simple. Time for that later. What first? What to start with? she asked herself, deciding upon a plan of action.

Packs were sorted and she retrieved her own items - clothing, weapons and the like - and piled them in the corner closest to the door. Sleeping arrangements had not truly been discussed and privacy was important to the other so leaving by the door made sense in case she had to move them to her own tent nearby. Cooking equipment and food came next, heaving them into one pile - the food in its pack placed into the large pot atop the kettle and stacked cups. What was left of the ale barrel and coal was placed next to the brazier in the centre of the tent - they would be used soon if she had her own way.

“Saying that, I need a damned drink” she muttered to herself and pulled out a cup to half-fill it and take a sip, thirst calling to her and sweat cooling her body to an announced shiver.

She looked back at the leering pile of possession, fiercely large and she wondered how it was ever carted around upon Fallon’s travels without her back snapping in two. She was strong but, this was ridiculous. There weren’t even enough packs to properly hold it all. She shook her head and resolved to buy her some more, she already owed her new clothes after ruining half of the ones she had. She pursed her lips and the clothing was done next, folded neatly into a stack and left atop the boots, tiling and leaning against the sloping wall of the tent. Fingers searched and grasped canvas, pulled the roll out and she blinked at it in bewilderment.

“She has another tent? What in the…” she heaved a breath and placed it to the left of the pile of clothing, propping up the other side. Cleaning and grooming items were placed atop the canvas roll in a row. The books and writing items also.

Weapons came next, ranged out neatly in as neat a selection as she could make before her knees complained to her and red glint caught her eye - the glass ball she had seen before. She grasped it and pulled the flint and tinder with it too. Turning to the brazier it took her fumbling fingers some time to get the flames to flicker but she managed it eventually after much cursing and bruising if fingers - she was no woodsman. She finally sat back upon the floor as she slipped a few lumps of coal into the heat to begin to sputter there. She eyed the ball curiosly, it seemed out of place. The light of the fire dances within it beautifully and she was captivated until the cold, wet nudging at the arm snapped it away.

“Orvin…finally awake?” she ruffled his fur and watched him lick the wound of her arm with a smile, he looked at the sleeping form of Fallon and snorted, “yes, you both sleep deeply. What a strange pack hmmm?” she asked with a child-like tone, pressing her nose forwards to receive a broad lick to the face. She laughed and pushed him away, he grumbled and lay down next to her, back to the fire.

“What a strange pack indeed…” she whispered as she continued to fiddle with the glass orb.

Fallon could sleep forever, Zandelia had much to think about. What she meant to her being the chief of concerns battling for her attention. What they were, who they were. How they would go about living with this new revelation. How the work would get done when she would rather just lock them both away in the warmth of the tent. And behind it all, how she was going to actually become what the other needed her to be - an assistance more than a hindrance.

She merely sat in thought as time slipped by. Soon there would be the using of pots, the water and the cooking. She was a terrible cook though and so for now she put it off. Lost to the musings. She leant back upon her elbow beside the canine, she would rest only for a moment and the rest of the work would begin.

by **Ablation** on May 26th, 2014, 6:03 am

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