Completed Jerks and Teasers [Raven]

[Markus Andres]

The left arm of the squire was beginning to feel heavy. The shield hanging idly from its form. The tense grip on the composite bow was beginning to shake. The strain on his right arm also started to get noticeable. Holding a composite bow pulled back for this long was no easy feat. The men knew this, no doubt, and sooner or later their prey would have to pick a target and let loose. Or just lower the bow and let the men have their prize. His face grew tense and his teeth bit together as he ignored the strain on both arms. His focus was entirely upon the men. On the steel in their hands.

At least Raven can get aw- oh petch you woman - can't you follow a simple order? Markus eyes widened a bit when he saw her wonderful form move behind the men. A welcome sight, much more pleasing to the ideas than scowling men, but he would rather have seen her rear as she bolted out of there. What does she even think she ca- oh... wow. Markus saw her take down the man. Lying on his back and her foot came down on his wrist. The three men stood stunned for a moment neither of them really understood what was going on. A painful long tick or two their gaze turned to each other. Trying to comprehend the situation. Markus was the first to recover, his arms pointedly reminded him of the drawn composite shortbow in his hands. He lowered the bow and let go of the arrow. His target had been the man's thighs, but his aim was so shoddy it instead went right through his right foot and into the ground. He let out a piercing howl of pain. The adrenaline rush that Markus felt then sickened him. He threw the bow at the other man, but it just harmlessly bounced off of his raised arm.

'My foot! MY FOOT YOU PIECE OF SHYKE!'

But he had not the time to suppress his foul notions. For the third man had snapped out of the daze and was attacking. Markus raised the shield and felt his arm give way to the powerful blow, but his balance remained solid and his shoulder withstood the blow. He hated axes with a passion. Such an uncivilized weapon. Markus stepped forward, right foot raised into the air and he push kicked the man in his thigh. Deadening the muscle there and he took a step back. Markus was a piss poor unarmed fighter, so that he had even managed to kick the man was a success in its own right. His free hand moved down to grip his blade. But the howling man on his left swung at him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the blade come swinging in at him. At the last moment, Markus got the shield in the way. His right leg was still being put down, so when the blade connected, Markus had no balance at all. He stumbled away from the pinned man. His howl had turned into a curious mix of swears and murmurs of pain. This was the first time in a long time Markus had heard so many referenced to petching and his own mother in a single fluid rambling sentence. Markus' right foot touched the ground badly and he felt a stab of pain through the ankle. He grimaced in pain.

The man with the axe came in again, seizing the opportunity. Axe came in, Markus went low as put the shield at an angle. Deflected the axe over his head and off to the side. The tension in his coiled up legs was unleashed as he flung himself at the man. The ankle exploded in pain as he did so, but he kept his focus on the prize. Right fist leading, taking him across the jaw with a very poor punch. But Markus had size and strength, any punch was sting on the defender. The left follow up came in the form of a shield slamming into his upper right arm. He shrieked in pain as the hand unwilling let go of the axe and it skipped across the forest floor before landing with a thud. His arm hung a little limp. Markus' right hand gripped him by his left collar and pulled him closer. The thugs eyeballs showed the white when he felt Markus right knee rise directly into his groin. Markus let go of his collar as the man's arms went for his private parts and sunk down on his knees. Markus winced when his right foot touched the ground again. Markus moved, slowly, around the man, wrapped his right arm around the man's throat and as he struggled he threw several weak ineffectual punches at Markus. The man's right arm was broken, obviously the way it hung limp. Markus felt the man grow weak in his arms.

But his eyes had never wavered from the third man. He had been pinned to the forest floor, but now he lay on the ground. Apparently his little attempt at swinging at Markus had snapped the arrow in half. Markus grinned at his misfortune and his idiocy. At his own sprained ankle. Or just misplaced step, would probably swell and get useless soon.

Despite the severity of the situation, he realized then... He would have to rely on Raven to help him home. ... petch me. Markus let go of the man and his body fell limp to the ground. Unconscious, he could see the man resume his breathing. But Markus had not the time to deal with him as he drew his blade and pointed it at the man on the ground. Swatted aside the longsword raised at him as he moved closer, limping all the way. Then he remembered Raven again, he looked to her, to see how she faired in her fight against the man. Markus sword pointed at the man on the ground - keeping him pinned.

[Raven Nightfoot]

Raven stood there with a small smirk on her face as she looked down at the recently disarmed man who was holding his wrist and swearing angrily, this may have been her first fight but it had been little more than a cake walk in her opinion. Unfortunately she'd counted her chickens before they hatched as she heard the loud screams coming from the man who had just taken an arrow to the foot and looked toward the source of the noise. The downed man took the obvious opportunity to grab both of her black leather clad legs sending her falling to the ground with a soft thud and grunt. The pain from the fall had barely begun to fade when the man started climbing onto her, an immediate nausea settling in her gut as she struggled to throw him off, she tried to punch his face but her grabbed her wrist pinning it to the ground, "You petching whore!" he shouted as he slapped her roughly across the face with his large hand, drawing a soft cry from the young woman. It may have just been a slap, but she felt as if the force could have knocked her head off of her shoulders, instantly her head began to spin and although she needed a moment to regain her senses it was a luxury she couldn't afford. Muscles tightened as she tried to pull her arms free from the man's grasp to no avail, he was simply much stronger and heavier than she was and overpowering him wasn't an option, an alternative would have to be found. Raven had already realised that this wasn't some little game, it was a matter of life and death, or worse, she didn't dare think of what the men would do if both herself and Markus failed to stop them. No, the mix of adrenaline, fear and now anger at being manhandled mixed to form a dangerous cocktail that was exactly what she needed. Dazed amber eyes shot open focusing on the man and his disgusting smile, a fierce intensity burning in her gaze as they darted around for a solution. Seemingly out of nowhere the young woman turned stretching her neck towards the man's arm that lay beside it as she sunk her teeth into his arm forcing him to release his grip on her right arm as he retracted his own, it was a dirty move but their were no rules when you were fighting for your life. As soon as her right arm was free it shot out sending a straight punch into the man's neck drawing a choked shout as he released her left arm and swung his own at her face with a closed fist. Her eyes widened as she saw the punch coming and both hands reached out to grab at his forearm and stop the punch which missed by only a few inches, with that she forced his arm against his chest struggling to push him further off of her until finally, she managed to get both her legs between the man and herself, "It's not even the first DATE!" she shouted using all the strength she could muster to kick him off of her sending him flying up onto his feet and stumbling backwards. Now finally back on her own feet and breathing heavily she got. Into her practised fighting stance, slightly crouched with both hands open and held out in front of her as if attempting to calm someone down. The man lunged at her with a flurry of punches, which she dodged by ducking from side to side before finally raising a foot and stomping at the man's chest sending him back a few feet once again, while Raven used the brief moment of respite to take a few steps back as well. It was clear by now that the man was completely infuriated, the look in his eyes was nearing deranged as he shouted out loudly and charged at her with his fist raised. Finally Raven saw an opportunity to gain the upper hand or with any luck end the fight, a charging enemy, she had been taught a move to counter that kind of attack and now was as good a time to try it out as any, all or nothing. The man neared her and his right fist shot out in an attempt to deliver a powerful punch right to her face as Raven's right foot stepped back for balance and her hands reached out to grasp tightly at the man's wrist and just above his elbow, she twisted in to the man's body and pulled down on his arm while bending over, using her shoulder as leverage to send the man flipping over her and slamming into the dirt with a loud grunt, from both of them. "Don't you petching get up if you want to keep breathing.." she said as threateningly as she could between breaths, but the man seemed too pained or exhausted to bother, Raven would never actually kill someone but he didn't need to know that. it took her a few moments to catch her breath before she finally remembered, Markus, he'd had to take on two men. Her amber eyes darted in the direction she'd seen him last, searching anxiously until they finally found him looking a bit winded himself but otherwise unharmed. It seemed they'd both finished just in time as his own gaze rose to hers bringing a sultry smirk to her lips, "What? Thought I was going to play the damsel who watches helplessly while the hero does all the work?" she said in a teasing tone as she gave the downed man one last glance before making her way over to the squire.

[Markus Andres]

Markus looked a bit stunned as he, the body guard, witnessed the woman he was supposed to protect - easily throw a man over her shoulder in a vicious toss. Markus didn't wince when the man struck the ground. Instead he felt a little relieved and at the same time Markus could only stare at Raven as she delivered he final threat to the man on the ground. He knew she could be fierce. But this was beyond his expectations. The woman knew how to fight! She could probably take him on in a one on one unarmed fight. The woman stood still, breathing heavily. It had been a hard won fight. But she turned to look for him, Markus still stood with his blade pointed directly at the chest of the man on the ground. The thug had decided it might be for the best that he kept his mouth shut. Especially now that he lay injured on the ground with two opponents, one armed with a bastard sword, the other being incredibly attractive. Markus had never been as physically attracted to another person as he was now. It might be visible, he did not care.

As Markus looked at Raven as she approached him, the graceful way she moved over the forest floor. The heaving chest. The amber eyes. But then his eyes saw the red mark on her cheek. She had not come out of it unscathed. But the way she carried herself as she moved told him that her injuries, contrast his own, were only superficial. Might sting a bit, but it had not taken out the vigour of the woman, for her first words to him was full of the same teasing as earlier. Familiar, yet so foreign... His eyes narrowed slightly. Seeing the woman for the first time since his lustful thoughts had grazed her shape the day before.

Markus kept staring at her. Unsure what to think of her. He had honestly expected her to use the first opportunity to run away. It would have fit the way she had treated him all yesterday and for most of the day. She ought to have abandoned him to his own fate.

Yet... She had not. I... don't understand.

He could not make it fit in with the form. The sort of person he had already determined she was. She did simply not do something like this! It made no sense! His breath came out harshly as he looked at the alluring woman. He knew every movement by heart now. Knew what he wanted from her... Thought he knew everything she had to offer him.

She saved my life... friendship? A comrade?... loyalty?...

They were not compatible with the woman. She did not fit the profile. His gaze did not waver from her as she went to stand by him. Still having constricting feelings about her as she stood there by him. No doubt wondering why he was stilling looking at her without a word. A murmur saved him from the awkwardness. His eyes moved to the man at the end of his sword. Without a defence. His dark green eyes fell upon him. Not much warmth to find in them today. A part of him wanted to simply press the blade into his throat. End his miserable life. A more humane, idealistic side of him instead chose the moment to speak.

"Be lucky that I choose to let you live today." Chilling words, as Markus knelt next to the man. The man's hands reached out to throttle the young man. Pushed aside with a strong arm. The pommel of his weapon struck him between the eyes. Shattered his nose bone in the process. Markus hid the smile on his lips. As he rose again, winced as the weight was put on his right foot. The blade in his hand was soon sheathed. All three men incapacitated. A hand on the backpack on the ground and soon it was on his shoulders. He felt the pain in his foot. It stubbornly reminded him of the foolish injury he had received. He would have to rely on the woman again. Gratitude - Surprise - Warmth - Care - Loyalty - every feeling upon his lips. But none was visible as he spoke.

"I can't put weight on my right foot." He simply stated. No doubt the woman would have a retort of him being useless. But he did not care as he reached out to the woman. Right hand found her shoulder. Eyes found hers. "I know you have dreamt of this moment..." Despite the situation, the smile was playful. "You will have to support me." Despite his attempts, there was a familiar warmth in his voice as well as a hint of pain.

[Raven Nightfoot]

As Raven made her way across the forest and towards the young squire she noticed the look on his face as she approached, he was surprised, of course, he'd probably pegged her for useless and entitled. Realising this only boosted her confidence more, making the sway in her hips slightly more prominent and her smirk a bit wider. Her own amber eyes were still on Markus' emerald ones and in them she saw a hint of something else, lust, something that she herself was experiencing. She couldn't deny that the sight of the handsome squire standing proudly over the two men that he had just bulldozed through wasn't arousing, to say the least. She watched as he spoke to the downed bandit and winced when he knocked him out as she neared the two, bending down and scooping up Markus' bow as she did and handing it to him. The squire placed it back in it's place before finally speaking to her, telling her that he'd been injured which of course drew a groan from the young woman's lips, "Of course...squire." she said in a mock annoyed voice, she was on a high from the fight so instead her usual animosity, her words came off as half annoyed and half teasing. Besides, Raven figured she should give the young man a break, he did after all just try to sacrifice himself for her, not like he had a choice unless he wanted to make his life as a squire harder. Markus spoke again as he wrapped his large arm around her shoulder and began to lean on her, earning a surprised huff from Raven as she felt his weight, this man was already massive but with all his equipment included he felt as if he weighed tons. As the two began to slowly but surely make their way, away from their recent battlefield and in the direction of the river and Syliras, Raven's amber eyes found Markus' emerald one's locked on her. "Don't flatter yourself handsome." she said in her teasing sultry tone, "I need you to put in a good word with my parents remember, you can't do that if you're dead....so don't get a big head." she added, it was true but in all honesty it had been the furthest thing from her mind at the time, in actual fact she had stayed because she sort of liked the squire, they may not have gotten along well but she enjoyed pressing his buttons and clearly he felt the same. It took quite some time until they were greeted with the sound of flowing water nearby, since their usual pace had been more than halved by Markus' injury. The idea of having a moment of respite from the squire's crushing weight gave Raven an extra burst of energy as sped(in comparison) to the riverside and finally broke free of Markus and dropped to the ground in a sitting position as she finally got her well earned brake, "You NEED to lose some weight." she jabbed, shooting him a playful smirk as she did. She was covered in sweat from the days heat and it's exploits and wanted nothing more than the soothing cold of the water, the heat on her cheek had long since faded into a minor warmth and Raven figured that little more than a small rosy colouring was left of the injury, "You should get in there..." she said, gesturing toward the lake, "Should help your ankle." she added, not wanting him to think she wanted to see him naked again, which she did. Raven's body was feeling an unusual amount of arousal, the combination of the heat, the high of the fight and so many other things, not excluding Markus' muscular beauty, were all coming together to form an overwhelming feeling of lust which she doubted she'd be able to ignore so well. Now feeling as if her body had heated up even more, the young woman got to her feet and began undressing, boots first, then pants, then corset and finally underwear fell to the ground before she casually made her way towards the water, casting a teasing glance over her shoulder and at Markus as she did.

[Markus Andres]

Markus did not find her calling him squire that annoying, not after these men had called him 'boy' in such a demeaning way. Though he had no intention of letting her half annoyed tone slide by unmentioned later. A little sarcastic quip to keep her on her toes. But he was still having trouble figuring out what to do with her, his annoyance with her spoiled rich kid behaviour had diminished after her heroic attack on the man. Though in time, it might return. He heard her huff when his arm fell on her shoulder. If he had had trouble earlier ignoring her beauty, it was downright impossible with her right under his arm. The slender shoulders under his. The touch of her arm against his ribs as they walked. His eyes focused on her and she looked at him. Another playful tease from her lips. But the sultry look in her eyes as she spoke. The red mark on her cheek still left him a bit annoyed, he hoped that mark would be gone before they returned to Syliras.

Or he had some explaining to do with her parents. It was only when she mentioned them that he realized that he had come dangerously close to failing his little assignment. All because he had been discovered. Petch me really. Stupid decision. His focus shifted from Raven as they walked away. Leaving behind the men to reawaken on their own. The man he had hit with the pommel at the end would still be awake and capable, somewhat, of getting the others to safety in their camp while they licked their wounds. But in all honesty, he did not care much about them. Vile thugs - they deserved their fate. Especially when he saw those five flat red marks on Raven's cheek.

Barbarians.

The walk was hardly pleasant at all. Markus had to put weight on his right foot, Raven helped tremendously and without her the walk home would have been agonizing. Still, he felt the pain shoot up his foot and leg every time he touched the ground. But he kept him pain to himself. Did not want to give Raven more ammunition to use on him. The gods knew she probably had enough to use already. To add insult to injury, Syna was baking them both in her divine warmth. Markus felt hot. He could feel Raven's black leather outfit also begin to get very hot to the touch. So that he had had to raise his hand to not get burned. Raven had had enough it seemed, the sound of water nearby had also been a godsend to Markus. A place to rest. Get cooled down. Recover from their long walk. He knew at this pace they would make it to Syliras late in the evening. Raven dropped to the ground and Markus hobbled over to a tree and dropped the backpack on the ground with a very satisfied sigh of relief. Finally a break. His left shoulder touched the trunk of the tree as Raven decided then to tease him again. He turned to observe her gently. Her little quip did make him ponder if that was the best she had for the occasion. But heat and exhaustion had them both a little drained.

"Tch" His tongue clicked. "You did not seem to mind it when I was naked yesterday." Came the natural retort. But her subsequent offer was very enticing and he had every intention of following up on it, but she continued. Explained her reasoning. A knowing smirk crossed his lips, he saw right through her little white lie. Though he did not speak the words, she could probably tell on his smile that he understood her. Understood her all too well. Though she surprised him again when she, instead of he, began to undress. First the boots. Then the pants and he bit his lower lip in anticipation. Markus felt his body get warmer and it had nothing to do with Syna's rays. The corset fell to the ground and Markus swallowed hard. The lustful eyes lingered on her beautiful body as the last garments fell to the ground. Her body was like that of a goddess, young, firm, She began to move to the water, that last glance over her shoulder at him was enough of an invitation for him.

He began to undress himself. Adrenaline and lust blocked out the worst of the pain from his foot as he removed his boots and pants. He had to physically restrain himself from tearing off all his clothes. Keep her waiting a little. Do not seem too eager. To Hai with that. Weapons dropped on top of the pile. The leather armour was dropped on top of the pants. Underwear was the last to go. Markus was never ashamed of his body nor did he have a problem with being naked. It felt natural to him. But still, he kept his back to Raven for now. For he was already having an erection from seeing her enter the water earlier. But he decided to throw caution for the wind and simply turn around with a slight wince as he in his hurry put too much pressure on his right foot. He accepted that she would see it, but he confidently, if a bit limping, went into the water. Nice. Cool. Refreshing. A blessing from above. Each step covered more of his body under the wonderful soothing waters. But his sultry eyes did not waver much from the figure of Raven as she stood in the water. Her frame amazing to behold. Most of her body, sadly, hidden under the water line, diluting the vision and making it hard, very hard to look without it being obvious.

"Do I still need to lose weight?" The smirk was playful, the sultry look in his eyes, however, was full of desire for her physical features. "Or do you like what you see?"

[Raven Nightfoot]

Raven tried to hide her own anticipation as she turned to see the handsome young man begin undressing, anxiously watching as each item of clothing was discarded to reveal more and more of his beautiful body until finally his bare backside was in full view, a small smirk playing on her lips at the sight. When he finally turned she made no attempt to hide her admiration for his body, nor was she surprised by his excitement, she couldn't deny that the feeling was mutual. The squire proudly made his way toward her, amber eyes luring him in with a lustful look, the water obscuring more and more of his body from view with each step until finally they were only a foot apart. At their current depth, the water reached just below Raven's bust and just above Markus' waist as the two stood there, eyes locked on the other's in a duel of restraint. It was Raven that closed the final gap between their bodies after Markus spoke, gently running her hands up his strong arms and along his shoulders, coming to rest on his muscular chest, the sultry smirk never leaving her lips. "I think we both know the answer to that question, for both sides." she teased. It was of course true, his beauty was undeniable and Raven was beyond certain he felt the same about hers. The heat between the two beautiful youngsters was approaching temperatures that not even a champion of Ivak could match, the contact of bare skin and deep lustful gazes only serving to fuel the thick tension, attraction and frustration that was quickly approaching it's boiling point until finally, restraint shattered and Raven's arms moved to wrap around the large man's neck, "I bet you're glad you took the assignment now." she teased before finally reaching her lush lips upwards while simultaneously pulling his down to meet hers halfway in an explosively passionate kiss.

[Markus Andres]

Their eyes were locked. Markus waited for her to make a move, initiate what he assumed was to come next. What he craved. Hesitant to make the first move, despite his obvious lust for the woman. The squire did not have a clever retort for her simple statement. Nor did he need one, for she spoke the truth. Truer words had not been heard before Tyveth. Her delicate hands moved over his muscled torso, a light ticklish feeling as she did so, slight goosebumps followed her touch. But it was a pleasant feeling and a crooked smile appeared on his lips as he looked down into the sultry amber eyes. At the corner of his eyes he could see her bare chest, the gentle heave as she took a breath. It was hard to keep the dark green eyes upon hers then . The day before he had seen them from a distance, up closer, she looked even more magnificent bathed in the light of Syna.

She spoke again and Markus felt a rush in his stomach as her hands moved to his neck. For over a day she had driven him wild. From mad lust to simply driving him mad, from one extreme to the other. Always flaunting that perfect body of hers, resigned to walking behind her, the tight leather. The teasing tone in her voice, the poking and prodding. Aggravating. Patience wore thin. Frustration and attraction reached its climax where neither could endure the primal lust for the other no longer. His lips pressed against hers full of passion and deep seated lust. But it did not satisfy the squire, only made him hungrier. Craved for the carnal pleasures.

Where as his body was hard from years of service under his master, hers, a body sculpted from perfection was soft to the touch. Warm and inviting. His hand rubbed down her back. Pulling her closer. Feeling her bare curves press against his torso. It drove him wild for her. She would feel his excitement press against her stomach. Neither hands stayed still, brushed over her body, marvelled at her body. The tight firm buttocks as they slipped under the water line and over the buttocks and to the thighs. Lifting her and the slight wince from his ankle only added to the shiver of delight going down his back. Hands rubbed down her thighs and guided them to either side of his hips. There was a moment of hesitation, a cruel moment that felt like it dragged one forever. There had been enough teasing. Enough patience with this goddess of a woman. He moaned softly as he lowered her and he slid up between her legs.

[Raven Nightfoot]

The passion within the kiss had been immense, but Raven had expected nothing less, not after all the tension and anger and lust the two had been harbouring for each other since the day before. No, everything within them was bubbling with anticipation and there would be no more restraint, only indulgence. Her amber eyes stayed on his when the kiss ended, darting to his lips for a moment before returning to their focal point, those dark emerald orbs. He pulled her closer, pressing her small frame and his large muscled one together, the heat of his bare skin only making his body more inviting than it already was as she felt it pressed against her stomach. Large strong hands explored her body, slowly making their way down, over her backside and grasping at her thighs as he effortlessly lifted her, her own arms tightening around his neck in anticipation for what was to come. He guided her legs to either side of his waist and then slowly lowered her onto him. They both let out a soft low pleasured moan at his entrance, the deep sound resonating from his chest finally pushing her left over the edge as she forced her lips back to his, moaning into the kiss as her lips parted to allow his tongue entrance. Moans filled the air, sweat mixed with water and heavy breaths escaped their lips as the two beautiful young adults relieved themselves of all the lust, tension and anger they'd had for each other in the most intimate of ways. Pains and aches were all but forgotten as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over them until finally, with one final push it was over, naked bodies lay on the lakeside breathing heavily from the satisfying ordeal, still intertwined.

[Markus Andres]

Inexperienced in this particular discipline, Markus let instinct and lust move his body and guide every action. Brush over exposed skin, stroke her body in places often hid under clothes. Every touch a new experience for the young squire. The feeling as he entered. The sound of their moans mixing. It was a powerful motivator. Her lips parted mid-kiss and a muffled moan could be heard. His tongue slipped into her mouth, rolling around hers. He could not get enough of her - the taste, touch, sound. He wanted it all and he wanted more of it. Hands upon her firm buttocks. To guide her body as the moans came swifter.

When the sweet release and ecstasy finally washed over him and Markus no longer could call himself a virgin they were on the lakeside. How they had gotten there he did not know nor did he particularly care. Instincts had guided him and he had been lost in the thrill. But the satisfied look on his lover's face told him that his instincts had done a good job. His feet still touched the water, the cool water soothed the dull pain from his ankle. The naked woman lying against him as his chest heaved up and down from exhaustion. But he was content and he looked to the black haired woman. He realized then that he was on his back and she was on top of him. When had he relinquished control and let her take the reigns? He did not recall. With half a shrug he let the question go and instead resigned to savour the moment. The blissful afterglow. Eyes wavered from her black hair and up to the forest around them. A slice of paradise. A few ticks passed, his breath came easier, hers too he could feel. Gaze returned to the naked woman lying on him. A hand at the base of her neck. The other lying sprawled out on the grass. The long wet black hair lying down her back and off to the side. It brought another almost satisfied smile to his lips. For something was still missing to fulfil the image.

One last thing.

A hand stroked down her warm and wet back, fingers brushed over soft muscles and hard bones. They felt every single ridge along her spine. Hoping to draw her attention, direct the wonderful face to his so that he might kiss her again. If not, his other hand would find her chin and gently but firmly guide her face to his. She had been his first woman and it had been everything he had imagined. The sudden and explosive passion that had bloomed between them, spurred from what had felt like an eternity of agony and teasing. The romantic image called for a final lingering kiss. Dull aches and bruises still lingered, but she had made those irrelevant with her undeniably attractive body. Gazed into amber eyes, how could he have been so annoyed and angry at such a wonderful creature? He leaned in to kiss her on those wonderful lips. Finish the romantic image he had carefully created and nurtured for a long time, around the moment he would finally lose his virginity.

[Raven Nightfoot]

The two of them layed there on the lakeside for several chimes as they bathed in the total satisfaction that had settled upon their bodies, the rustling of the wind in the trees, the soothing sound of the flowing water and their own synchronised breaths only adding to the serene atmosphere that they now found themselves in. Raven found herself on top of the large man, the expanding and contracting of his muscled chest gently rocked her upper body as if attempting to lull her to sleep, the sound of his strong heart pumping beneath her only furthering the trance like state she now found herself in. It had been good. No. It had been great. The entire experience had been as good, if not better than she had expected and all the frustration and annoyance that had built up to it had only added to the pleasure, Markus had performed admirably under the conditions although Raven did notice something in his methods. The young squire had done an amazing job at satisfying her but she couldn't help but feel like maybe he'd been enjoying it too much, his hands had explored her body non-stop like a child with a new toy. Perhaps her body had just been that much of a blessing to him, the thought caused a small smile to cross her features before another thought popped into her head. Or...perhaps he wasn't as experienced in making love as she'd assumed, this thought made her smile grow even more as she began to brainstorm all the ways she could tease him about it. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of his fingers gently gliding down her spine and sending a small shiver along with them, the contact caused the young woman to turn her attention the squire's face, head tilting upward curiously only for her amber eyes to find his emerald one's staring right back as his other hand came to her chin, lifting her face to his as the their lips met yet again. Raven allowed the kiss, consenting and participating as her lips moved gently against his for several moments, the sweet taste serving as the perfect dessert for the amazing meal that was Markus, but finally the moment had passed and it was time for them to leave their little slice of paradise and return to the real world. Raven was the one to break their elongated kiss, pulling her head back and away with a satisfied smirk as her hands moved to his chest to push herself up and away from his body as she sat up on top of him and smiled down. A deep breath was taken as she tried to wash the urge to fall into a deep slumber from her mind and body, "Time to get back on the road, handsome." she said as she lowered herself down to place one last kiss on his lips before standing up and off of him as she savoured his sweet taste and began to get dressed. The Sukina Geysers may not have been much of a thrill, but Markus certainly had been, both a thrill and a glorious prize in Raven's eyes.