Closed Hunt or be Hunted.

[Firenze]

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Fire didn't know what to make of the feelings that were running through her body, they felt like they were hers... yet not. She felt almost as though they were on the same page, that they had come to an unspoken understanding. He grabbed her hands in his large ones and smiled down at her. She wished for a moment she could tell what he was thinking, if he would think she was foolish or silly for asking the question.

She'd begun to feel foolish for a moment as the silence stretched, but then suddenly a feeling of confidence overcame her as he looked at her. It was a strange sensation. She felt as though he were feeling it and it was so strong that it was spilling over to her, making her feel the confidence in what was starting to form between them, giving her the boost that she needed. His words following, solidified the emotions, "Yes." Her heart soared that she would have someone that she could share everything with. He placed his lips against her forehead and continued, "Yes. Yes. Yes. I will keep you. I...I know what it's like Firenze. I know what it's like to not be wanted and to feel alone. I've lived it for two hundred years...and I don't want to be alone any more. I want to share my life with you...I want to keep you."

The happiness made her heart so full she didn't think it was even possible. She wished that he could feel as she did, that he could feel the happiness that was spilling over, making her tingle all over her body. Hoping that she could express it to him, thinking that the time for words was over, she let her hands slide along his neck and wrap behind his head, running her hands and fingers into his hair. She scooted closer to him and closed her eyes, crushing her lips against his, wanting to feel him against her. Excitement ran through her and it was almost as if he were nervous. Could she feel what he was feeling now? It seemed so.

As their lips played against each others, it came again, [the feeling of confidence lined with nervousness. She knew she was nervous but this felt different somehow. Was he nervous? What did he have to be nervous about? It wasn't like he hadn't seen her naked before? Then she realized that he might be in the same position as she was, it was the first time that she’d wanted to be more intimate with a man. Was it is first time as well?


She thought about it for a moment and it made her feel even closer to him, that they could explore together and feel exciting foreign new feelings together and forge memories together. Her entire life she could not have asked for anything more. The loneliness that had plagued her for so long started to dissipate, in it’s place something new began to bloom. Running her hand along his arm she wanted to do more then push the feelings of excitement toward him, she wanted to mingle those feelings with actions.

Unsure of what to do next, since she hadn’t gotten any further then kissing in the past, she tried to do what felt natural to her. She let her fingers play along his skin and moved her lips slowly from him, letting it drag out slowly as she licked gently along his jawline and to his neck, kissing him there.

She then wrapped her arm around his back, rubbing slowly up and down as she propped her other arm up on her elbow. Reaching her head forward so she could continue the path of her tongue to his ear, she bit his lobe softly, pulling at it and letting her lips tickle the soft skin. Moving her hand from his back, she let her fingers brush his hair back from his face, cascading in a silver waterfall down onto the cloak laid out underneath them. Liking the feel of his hair in her fingers, she reached up a little further toward his widows peek and ran her fingers through the silvery mane from his head down to where it started to fall back.

Inhaling she tried to breathe in his scent, imprinting it into her mind so she could remember it later.

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Others | Firenze | Thoughts | Dorgen's Words | Dor'gen's Feelings

[Dor'gen]

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Instinct.

It is said that there is a single trait which blurs the line between man and beast. 'Tis one that is shared with all living beings that tread upon the face of Mizahar...and it was the one thing that began to tell the Akalak what to do in this situation. Although the dark-skinned man had lived two centuries, this was not an activity that he was accustomed to; not by any stretch of the imagination. However, as it became apparent...the time for words had come to a close. Now, a new heat decided to manifest itself within the Akalak's body. It began as a small spark, ignited by the touch of his lover's lips upon his own...yet in a matter of ticks, the spark exploded into an inferno. It spread across the whole of his form, consuming every fiber of his essence...whilst ultimately settling southward.

When the kiss came to a conclusion, Dor'gen's lips suddenly became aware of the chill of evening. Despite the fact that a modest fire blazed beside them, the Akalak became...sensitive to the lack of his beloved's lips upon his own. For some reason, he was suddenly famished; and there was only one thing that could sate his hunger. Whilst Firenze traced her fingers through the length of his silver mane, Dor'gen took it upon himself to lean forward. Fueled by the inferno burning within, his dominant hand snared around her back; pressing her body closer to his own. Lulling his eyes to a close, the Akalak then crushed his lips down upon hers and lingered there for a tick...before allowing instinct to guide him further. Slowly, his lips began to move in a passionate dance upon her own; gently parting them so that his tongue might slip by.

He explored her then, gingerly at first.

Being that this was a totally new experience, the Akalak was a touch timid for the first few ticks, but eventually the inferno goaded him on. His tongue suddenly abandoned its meekness before finding hers. A slow, heated waltz began and Dor'gen took his time, savoring the feel of her lips and the sensation of her breath. Yet, even this was not enough...in fact, all it did was magnify the wildfire. As the ticks continued to roll by, the Akalak suddenly became very aware of the fact that both he and his beloved wore clothes. In but the blink of an eye, these garments became offensive to Dor'gen; for how dare they obstruct the touch of her skin upon his own?! A grunt escaped the dark-skinned male's lips then before he gingerly retracted his lips from hers.

After all, oxygen was important...and that kiss stole his breath away.

Drawing a duo of ragged breaths, Dor'gen took a moment to relinquish his hold upon his beloved. This "abandonment" was incredibly brief, for in the ticks that followed his fingers flew to his own tunic. The initial buttons were undone before he clawed the warm fabric, practically tearing it off. It was cast over his shoulder with not a care in the world, before his fingertips began to roam his beloved. His palms began at the bottom of her abdomin, gently laid flat before ascending up. All the while, the Akalak's gaze was placed solely upon Firenze's eyes. Biting his bottom lip out of sheer impatience, Dor'gen's fingertips then sank into the fabrics of her top. He tugged with purpose, fully intent on lifting the garment up and over her head; and upon it's release it would join his own tunic on the ground behind him.

"Firenze..." he breathed, simply delighting in the sound of her name.

Instinct reared its head once again, inspiring the Akalak to grasp at his lover's legs. Here, there were also fabrics that were in the way...yet he could not bring himself to simply tearing them off. This was...new territory for him; and in that moment his reasoning collided with his baser instincts. Leaning over, his lips graced hers before he spoke again; this time his voice but a whisper. Due to this being his literal first time, he couldn't help but ask somewhat. "Fire, I..." he began, suddenly aware that crimson was creeping its way upon his cheeks once more. "I...want you." As the words formed and fell from his lips, his fingertips gently tugged at her leggings; as if to spell out what he was getting at.

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[Firenze]

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Fire felt Dor'gen's large hands splayed across her back as he pulled her closer toward him, she could feel his hunger through their connection and that made her respond in ways that she never knew was possible. Her heart beat fluttering rapidly in anticipation as she hungered to find out what came next after kissing, images flashed through her mind causing a heat to flush her skin. His tongue slipped between her lips as he crushed his mouth against hers, their mouths moving together as if they had done the act before.

Her hand moved from his hair and gripped tightly to his tunic, wanting to feel the muscles that were hidden by the cloth. Just as she had thought their lips parted for a moment as he let go of her and grabbed onto his shirt, she released her hold excited to see what her man looked like without his clothes. He pulled it over his head and tossed it wantonly to the side and the reached for hers. Laying his large hands on her stomach, the warmth from his palms searing her skin and making her groan softly.

She watched his face trying to anticipate what he was going to do, her eyes flicking to his lips as he bit down on the lower one, making her wish that she was the one doing the biting. He pulled roughly at her top and slipped it from her body, over her head, to join his own tunic lying in a crumpled pile nearby. The cool nights air blew softly over her skin from the entrance of the cave, causing her nipples to perk up on her bare chest. Although she was half naked, she didn't feel ashamed. She was lying here with her lover, experiencing the most natural feelings a person could have. Even though the experience was new to her, being naked wasn't.

"Firenze..." he said in almost a whisper, the sound smoothly running over her body causing goosebumps to rise on her flesh. The combination of their excitement combined and the anticipation had her itching to relive herself of her clothes, her body begging to be freed and open to the man who was so willing to give his heart to her. She'd not met anyone like him, just the sound of her name from his lips had her head spinning and shivers running through her body. Just as she had this thought her body betrayed her and shivered in a show of excitement.

As he grabbed at her thighs her head started to buzz, she couldn't focus on anything except that his hands were so close to giving her pleasure, yet still so far away. "Fire, I..." he spoke, and she tried to focus on what he was saying, she didn't even know if she could speak at that moment if he asked her too, the onslaught of emotions and sensations almost making her rely purely on instinct. She tried to clear her mind and focus, because if she was truly honest and let her instinct take over, there wouldn't have been talking. Her instinctual needs so overwhelming it was almost hard for her to bear.

"I...want you." he pulled at her leggings and this sent her over the edge. "I want you too, Dor'," her breathing almost a pant, she managed to let him know how she was feeling in a soft whisper as tingles crept along her skin and settled between her legs. Only they didn't dissipate once they'd settled there, instead it grew more intense. She stood up abruptly slipping her pants of as quickly as she could, her anticipation getting the better of her.

Not caring if he was still clothed on his bottom half, figuring they could work that out later, she just wanted to feel his skin against hers as she threw her leg over his torso. Straddling him, she laid her body along his, stretching out as she might if she were stretching along a branch relaxing as she waited for prey that she could pounce on. His skin heated hers, the silkiness of it counteracting the hardness of his muscles that laid just underneath. Running her hands along his sides and up his arms she grabbed his hands in hers and laid her head on his chest, wanting to hear is heart beat to see if it was pounding as quickly and loudly as hers was.

She kissed his chest softly, noticing scars puckered along his skin and she followed the scars with her kisses. Firenze wanted him to know that she was not ashamed of either of their bodies and he shouldn't be either. In fact, she loved his scars and what they represented, they showed her the hardened warrior that could protect what was his, but could also be gentle and loving and kind. This was why she had chosen him, she knew it.

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Others | Firenze | Thoughts | Dorgen's Words | Dor'gen's Feelings

[Jashkataal]

“Heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen. A quest may not simply be abandoned; unicorns may go unrescued for a long time, but not forever; a happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.” ― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

 

Firenze

Experience

• Flirting +4
• Observation +3
• Socialization +2
• Wilderness Survival +3

Lores

• Lighting a fire.
• Being woken by a kiss
• Moldy wood is bad for a fire
• Returned affection: Dor'gen
• the first love
• the instinct of attraction

Another good thread. I appreciate the effort you put into your post. Well done.

 

Dor gen

Experience

• Flirting +5
• Observation +1
• Socialization + 2
• Tracking +1

Lores

• The body is a weapon
• Waking a Kelvic with a kiss
• Returned affection: Firenze
• first love
• the instinct of attraction

Miscellaneous

• I apologize but I was unable to award either Flux nor meditation. You wrote them both incorrectly and over powered for your skill level. Otherwise I do appreciate the effort and description you put into your post. Well done.

If you have any concerns, please do not hesitate to send a PM. Please remember to delete your grade request. The pleasure was all mine.

Regards,
~Jashkataal