Closed [Priskill's Pond] Help wanted: Pitching a tent. (Karyk)

[Salara Kel'Halavath]

Likely Salara trying to escape the Zeltivan in water would have been laughable in either form; although she Really didn’t swim well in this one. But ultimately, underlying all but the need to pitch a tent, her intent was to be exactly where he caught up with her after a token game of cat and mouse. Strong arms encircle her from behind as they fall back in a plunge of tiny waves, submerging their bodies momentarily deeper before rising to float upon the surface. Later she would wonder how he could float them both with his hands otherwise occupied without them both drowning; but at the moment it was all about what he was doing with those hands. Butterflies flit under the flesh of her stomach below his fingers’ caress, the air from their effort escaping in a sigh and returned in a gasp as teeth nibble along her neck. Briefly she struggles to turn as his fingertips tickle her ribs which causes them both to dip a little deeper below the surface only to rise again; but all struggle ends as he tweaks a hardened nipple. Her breathless whisper pleads same for the other as both breasts grow tight with want. His beard roughed against her flesh elicits a moan, which grows at the trail of fierce kisses up her neck and face. Shedding the clinging blouse was true relief as gentle breezes add to his kisses raising goose flesh along her skin. With his one hand occupied higher she lays one of her own over his lower hand, allowing, encouraging, pushing his fingers past the lacings of her breeches to begin a slow process of pealing them loose. They twist rhythmically as he maneuvers to balance her pleasure from the opposite side with his attention, her head rolls against his shoulder in a silent nod of gratitude. She was being pressed exquisitely from top to bottom with every nerve on fire, more wet than water. She nearly looses herself in back-arching need but their floating spoon drifts to shore. Land. Salara’s realm. Her slow gyrating twist within his embrace leaves them nose-to-nose as pink tongue flicks the tip of his only to continue a trail over and between his passion-swollen lips where a hint of cherries still lingers. Secluded by a dripping blonde curtain, amber eyes lock to dark brown, colors swirling but nearly swallowed by black pupils. Firm breasts pressed to firm chest, hers tickled by curls of his auburn hair. “I want you to remember this night with me...,” her voice a sultry husk. Holding his wrists immobile she bends in to slowly work from jaw line to apple to hollow of throat pressing moist kisses edged with the slightest rake of sharp teeth. Raising to her knees above Karyk’s torso, long legs lock about the narrow of his hips; the only separation between their true desires – damp-tightened fabric. Fevered gaze and long fingers trace a trail over each rib outlining every scar as her hips roll in a slow rhythm of promise. “Do not move,” she warns sensing his impatience and intent to take control – not yet. Should he, in sweet cruelty she would admonish and begin again slowly sliding down his body, fevered breath fogging his flesh following fingers ever so slightly brushing across his stomach, lower past hips and obvious desire, along muscled thighs and down beyond knees; leaving pure want in her wake. Separating to stand in silhouette to the moon-lit waters she slides flat palms down each side of her hips slowly pealing away sodden breeches with each sway. Finally kicking free of the last invasive clothing, her smile shines bright on him from above before she bends curling low near his feet. “Karyk Stormwind, you will remember me,” she croons in a growl as she begins slinking her way back up his body more slowly, ever more intimately until all control is lost to them both.. Later with sodden clothing dripping near the fire, Salara reclines wrapped in her old cloak in satiated content watching Karyk’s every motion with heavy-lidded eyes. Her body would shudder in occasional flashback of the pleasures they had shared this day. She didn't know how much time they would have together but she did know that this was, perhaps, one of the most memorably pleasing moments of her life. *word count 6483

[Karyk]

Karyk felt them drift into the sticky mud, her atop him, feeling every heated curve of her body against his. He pulls them a bit further up onto the grass with his elbows, as her lips found his. Shortly after, his tongue danced out with hers. He found her golden eyes, like the moon on those special autumn nights, when the world is quiet. They were in a different sort of tent, encapsulated by her water darkened hair, heartbeat to heartbeat. His smile slipped a bit, into an open mouthed look of appreciative curiosity. A heavy breathed, "I'll never forget it..," as he felt her hands creep to his wrists firmly. He didn't fight it, letting her take control, as the first kiss landed upon his jaw. He arched his back lightly, groaning as she worked her way down his exposed throat. He felt her pull herself up his body, pressing against him every inch of the way, until she sat astride his pelvis, looking down at him with those fierce, passionate eyes. His chest rose heavily, slowly under her touch along his ribs, feeling at a small scar from the wolves; another from when he fell from the side of a gallon into a pile of crates; one from when he snagged himself with his own hook and ripped it out. Her hips rolled against him, and he found himself lightly bucking his in rhythm. He desperately wanted to grasp those hips of hers, roll her over, rip off her damp small clothes, and take this beautiful woman. His eyes stuck to the slight bounce of her breasts, he heard her command, and grinned mischievously. She challenged him. He moved to grasp her hips anyways, and found himself under a fierce, don't petch with me gaze. So he submitted. She then slunk her way down his body slowly, his manhood at full mast, driven wild by her teasing. There were no thoughts left in his head. Only what was before him. He watched her stand in the moonlight, glowing, a true predator hunting, and hunting him. She was truly beautiful, a creature not meant to be tamed, one meant for these wilds, for these carnal moments. His eyes fell lower on her body as those damned breeches disappeared, kicked away. He watched her creep down, then back up his body, his anticipation at its highest peak. Once their bodies were aligned, and she spoke again, he had nothing to say in return. His hand snaked around the back of her head and pulled her lips to his, a growl escaping just before they crashed together. And while locked in that embrace, he moved his hands down her body to her hips. With a bit of hip rolling, he positioned himself, before gripping her hips, pulling her down, and thrusting into her, a moan escaping him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Karyk laid out their drenched clothes around the fire, casting loving glances back at his sated companion as she laid there. He could feel her eyes on him, tending to the camp in the buff, knowing he'd enjoy such a show if the roles were reversed. He couldn't help but smile the whole time as he made the camp whole. He hadn't said a word since then, and had no intention of starting now. There were too many things that needed to be said, eventually. But for now, he wanted this perfect memory to never end. So he didn't say a thing, as he stepped over the prone woman, gently pulled her cloak away. He laid down next to her, pressing his body against her back, draping cloak and arm over her, burying his face in her damp hair, holding her close, his hand resting against her heart. Karyk knew two things from this moment. He wished they could spend every day together, exploring the worlds and wilds, enjoying what this harsh would had to offer. And that he'd never forget this moment. And most certainly never forget this woman. Nothing else could be more impossible. And with a sated, loving smile, he fell asleep, finally sleeping soundly, without demons, without torment. For the first time in a truly long while, Karyk was the happiest of men.

[Karyk]

 

Salara Kelhalavath

Skills
Swimming: 2
Wilderness Survival: 2
Socialization: 2
Flirting: 1
Foraging: 1
Botany: 1
Teaching: 1
Cooking: 1
Tactics: 1
Seduction: 2
Lores
Location: Priskil's Pond, a lush waypoint between Zeltiva and Syliras
Wilderness Survival: Picking a high, level spot for a tent
Setting up a tent is like a dance, better with two people
Wilderness Survival: Tent entrance should be away from the wind
Karyk and Oleander met while fishing
Wilderness Survival: Properly staking a tent
The different types of poles of a tent and their uses
I stole the first kiss with Karyk
Karyk: "I ain't goin' anywhere"
Karyk: Ain't much of a cook
Karyk: Tempted to see what Riverfall is about
"No one beats a Zeltivan in a water fight"
Miscellaneous

 

Notes and Comments

CS Checkmarked: ✓
CS Reviewed by Me: ✓
Previous Season Expenses Paid (Spring 517): ✓

 

Karyk

Skills
Socialization: 2
Teaching: 1
Observation: 1
Wilderness Survival: 2
Flirting: 1
Botany: 1
Swimming: 1
Lores
Salara: She likes to fish as well
Salara: Formerly a slave
Salara: Formerly a thief
Salara stole the first kiss
Kelvics live very short lives
Salara does not wish to be seen as old
Wilderness Survival: Building a cooking fire
Salara: Newly arrived to Zeltiva
Salara: Prefers food raw in the field than to cook herself
Cattails: Roots, stalks, sprouts can be cooked or eaten raw
Tansy: Tastes like sage
Botany: Tansy, yellow flowers, fern like leaves
Salara: Apprenticed to Fallon, heading to Riverfall
“Karyk Stormwind, you will remember me,”
Miscellaneous

 

Notes and Comments

CS Checkmarked: ✓
CS Reviewed by Me: ✓
Previous Season Expenses Paid (Spring 517): ✓

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