A Welcomed Friend [Hex]

[Vanator]

Vanator sucked in a sharp breath as Hex's hand ran along his abdomen to take hold of him, evoking a tingling that exceeded even the chill of the river water running around his waist. His arms loosened around her, his hands pressing against her flat stomach below the water, slipping to her caress the gentle curves of her hips. Van's head tilted to kiss the corner of Hex's mouth as he brought his hands up across her groin and out of the water to rest below her breasts. His lips strayed to track down Hex's tender throat and across her collar bone. Vanator was much more lucid than when the two of then made love earlier, and he moved now in a relaxed pace, wishing to explore and savor the experience with his friend. His lips and tongue continued to follow a trail along her shoulders and back to her neck as his hands gently discovered the soft globes resting in his hands. The stirred Drykas continued to press against Hex's back, moaning softly in her ear as her hand gripped him behind her back. The nerves in his groin were dancing, and Van widened his stance to remain steady. While one hand continued to caress the generous curves of her torso, his other slipped back under the water to sneak between the healers legs, feeling her warmth even as the cold water ran around them. For several chimes, Vanator continued, his lips exploring Hex's rich, soft skin while his hands delighted in the contours and textures of the more sensual aspects of her womanhood, all the while his breathes came in spurts and grunts as Hex's hand maintained its firm hold on his manhood. A huskily breathed word slipped from his lips as Vanator nibbled on the wild girl's earlobe. "Hex, my love." Concerned that the injured woman had not regained full strength, Vanator reached down and scooped her up into his arms, careful not to jar her wounded arm. Wading through the stream, he reached a section of bank that dropped sharply into the river, making it easy to lay her gently in the soft grass next to the water while he remained in the cool current. Van desired to return an earlier favor, and with a small satisfied laugh, the lusty Drykas eased her around, so Hex;s legs could bend and hang dangling in the running water as she reclined. Stepping between her legs, Vanator continued his journey as his hands rubbed her lean thighs and his lips pressed against the soft angles of her knee. He moved slowly along the inside of her leg, enjoying the feel of the soft skin against his mouth, occasionally tasting with his tongue. With tantalizing steadiness the man began again at Hex's other knee, savoring the cool water that still coated her unblemished flesh. Finally reaching the apex of her legs, Vanator appreciated Hex's femininity with ardent fervor, his mouth pressed hungrily against her. His head swam with revelry, drunken with her musky aroma and the natural responses with which her body rewarded him. Chimes were lost as he joyfully pleased his old friend and new love, until he lifted his face, gasping for air.

[Hex]

As Vanator scooted her rear to the edge of the stream, Hex leaned back on her good arm and revelled in the sheer bliss Vanator brought her. She was left panting with fistfuls of grass in between her fingers from clawing at the earth. One of her hands came up to brush his hair away when it tickled her thigh and when he came up for air, she pulled him up to plant her lips on his. His body had gone frigid from the cool water against her boiling skin. She moaned into his mouth when he settled between her legs, the cool temperature of his thighs shocking and pucking her skin all along her lower body. She was even more shocked as to how solid his groin was despite being submerged in cold river water. Hex rubbed her legs against his sides as they entwined their tongues and eventually she wrapped her calves around his back and drew him closer to her, urging him to warm his frozen limb by the fire.

[Vanator]

Vanator willingly gave into Hex's embrace, pouring his passion into their deep kiss. As he raised out of the water, he was grateful as she pulled up her knees and warmed his sides with her soft legs. The inside of Hex's thighs caressed his own, bringing renewed strength to his desire. He smiled, his mouth still pressed against hers, when Hex finally wrapped her strong legs around him and squeezed, forcing his hips against hers. He moaned softly into her open mouth as his chilled rigidness met her intense heat. Adjusting his muscular arms to better support himself over her, Vanator began a subtle teasing motion, a slipping and sliding that brought the two of them together to brush tantalizingly against one another. It was a torturous exercise, even for himself, but Vanator thrived on seeing how close he could drive himself and Hex and yet restrain from culmination. This sensual taunting continued until Van lost track of time and he had come too close too many times. He raised his head to look into Hex's captivating green eyes, his eyes bright but soft with barely controlled passion. He wanted her to look into his gaze, to see the love that had erupted in his heart for her, that this was not simple animal satisfaction, that he was not simply making love to her body, but to her, her heart and her soul. Vanator's eyes slid shut as he slowly made his entrance, pressing himself against Hex's hips to reach as within her far as he could. He hissed as he sucked in warm air, every nerve ringing with resounding sensations. As he began his rhythm, he opened his eyes to look down at the woman beneath him. He savored Hex's beauty, her soft lovely features enrapt in ecstasy, the perfection of her body bouncing in time with his forceful thrusts. Vanator reeled under the powerful bond that he was forming wiht Hex at every stroke. Each collision of their bodies brought a grunt from his throat as he gave his whole attention to that single point of penetration. His head tilted up as his eyes closed again in absolute pleasure.

[Hex]

The assault that Vanator laid on her surrounded her in a blinding light and intimidating aura. In his Drykas kingdom he was a leader, a great warrior to be feared and respected who also held unspeakable power over Hex. She sensed it in how he moved, the way he took what he wanted from her without hesitation or doubt. She was completely enamored with his ability to stay calm and in control of himself - this was proven to her time and time again through their various encounters with danger together. Just noticing this about him churned Hex to the core. Every part of her being burned for him and the river water that trickled from his skin nearly evaporated upon meeting the scorched surface of her body. Legs coaxed him towards her mossy cavern, and the two came together like frenzied vines and roots fighting to occupy the same space over thousands of seasons. Intensity beyond words boiled over the pair, their hips bucking and massaging each other. Vanator with his arms tense as his lower body gyrated, and Hex with her legs around his hips, guiding him through every motion. The torment was endless; an ocean of sensation crashing down on their most sensitive spots with incredible power. They were as close as two humans could be without experiencing the most final conjoining of penetration. Every inch of Vanator's resolve was saturated with Hex's desire as they thrust together at an agonizingly slow pace. It was in the moments of their entranced movements that Vanator pulled back too far and instead of sliding up against her, he plunged into her wholly, filling her every crevice with his sex. A cry erupted from Hex's lips, knocking her out of her trance and awakening her to his existence. The feeling of him inside her sent her careening towards the edge and all she could do to weather the storm within her was brace herself against him, her hands flying over his shoulders and back to rake them with her nails. "More! Harder! Yes!!" Hex fought her nearing release as every one of her cries was answered by him nailing her to the riverbank with his hips. In the last moments of their sensuous dance, Hex felt the rising of what at first she thought was a climax but continued building in another way, setting every nerve in her body aflame and coursing through her veins. The Rak'keli gnosis mark on her palm began to glow, illuminating the spaces in between her fingers that weren't soldered to Vanator's skin. Healing was beyond her control and she succumbed to it helplessly. Her climax mingled with the power of her gnosis and she felt her very desire fueling the worms of light as they swam beneath Vanator's skin and collected around the wound Hex had patched up earlier that day. Her heart slammed against her ribs as her energy was sapped from her being, funneled away from her body and into Vanator's wound. Unable to even remain awake long enough to see if the healing had affected him, Hex felt her eyelids become heavy. She stuttered and mumbled something in Chaktawe as her head went dizzy and darkness pulled her into its velvety embrace.

[Vanator]

Vanator had intended on a long, lengthy encounter with Hex, conscious that she was still recovering from her wounds, wanting to simply spend time enjoying intimate contact of himself against his new lover's heat. But a small slip changed the course, and as he delved into her, The Drykas instinctively began to thrust back and forth. The wounded Hex responded, leaving stinging scrapes across his shoulders and back and pleading in a husky, breathy voice. As Hex's legs tightened around him, drawing him nearer, her paramour responded with more depth and force, the rate of his thrusts increased as they both braced themselves for the inevitable culmination to their rhythmic, frantic union. As the build up sent waves of anticipatory tingling through his groin, Vanator barely noticed the unnatural icy hot sensation within the stitched wound on his arm, beneath Hex's hand. The final release came, wonderful and all encompassing, as every strident nerve released it sexual tension in one burst. His eyes had clamped shut as he struggled to regulate his breathing, only opening them several moments later to look down onto the beautiful wild half-blood. Hex was already out, drained of her energy. He checked the injuries on her arm, ensuring that his amateur mending had not come loose during their lovemaking. Confident that she was still well, the horseman looked to his own wound, startled to see it was all but healed, the thread of the stitches clinging to his sweaty skin, easily brushed off with his hand. Barely a scar remained. He looked down again at the sleeping woman in astonishment, then remembered the odd feeling he had near the end, in his arm. Gingerly he reached for Hex's hand, turning it over to see the gnosis mark on her palm. A wide grin crossed his face as he gazed again at the soft-featured girl. Hex was full of surprises today. He thanked the gods that Backlash had found her, that he had the opportunity to get to know his friend like this, to know a new kind of love for her. Van wanted to lay next to her, embrace her and sleep with her peacefully draped across him. But this was the Sea of Grass, and they had already escaped its dangers once today. Instead he lay next to her, leaned on his elbow, and after gently kissing her slightly parted lips, he entertained himself by studying every inch of the woman's smooth skin, tracing every curve of her face, and every contour of her form.

[Cayenne]

What a great thread! I loved the addition of music, though I definitely had to pause my reading to find lyrics for them. This was a lovely interaction, in more ways than one, and a reminder that while life in Mizahar is often harsh, sometimes bits of light shoot through that darkness. Just remember, Drykas don't use saddles - they have their yvas. One other comment - I know you've made a note that the thread was rated NC-17, however... you came VERY close, on the razor's edge, multiple times in thread to crossing that line, and towards the end of it, you did. Let's be just a tad more vague in the future. Thanks. I hereby award the following: Vanator Hunting: 2 XP Horseback Riding: 1 XP Seduction: 5 XP Observation: 2 XP Tactics: 3 XP Shortbow: 2 XP Medicine: 2 XP Cooking: 1 XP Wilderness Survival: 2 XP Lore - How To React When Waking Up To People Hovering Lore - Stealing Glassbeak Eggs Lore - Cleaning and Stitching Wounds Hex Horseback Riding: 1 XP Observation: 2 XP Seduction: 5 XP Herbalism: 1 XP Medicine: 3 XP Auristics: 1 XP Tactics: 1 XP Larceny: 1 XP Unarmed Combat: 1 XP Teaching: 1 XP Wilderness Survival: 2 XP Lore - Being Creepy While Watching Sleeping People Lore - Stealing Glassbeak Eggs Lore - Cleaning and Stitching Wounds