Closed The Vineyard. A Drykas, And Another Drykas..... [Vanator]

[Zyah'suyakal Songbringer]

Although Zyah acted like a woman who knew very well what she was doing, there was a fraction of her being that was frightened, however she was not one to all such whispering thoughts to cloud her desire at the moment. She was for once finding solace in another's touch. She was often one to only allow her Strider to comfort her, but there were needs that not even Ryzan was able to console. It was as if a fire had been lit deep within her, and it roared to life, consuming all there was to consume. Much like the fires in the Sea of Grass. It was an uncontrollable desire, and one that would consume them both before it was satisfied. Vanator was her sole focus at the moment, his touch, his breath, his voice, it was what kept her rooted to the earth, at that very moment on the beach, she was not a Drykas with a handicap, and they were not strangers. She was his lover. She shuddered as she felt the scorching tip of his manhood pressing against her most secret and most sensitive of flesh. She gave him no protest as he pushed his hips forward and entered her. As he parted her folds and took her virtue she winced slightly. Stiffening beneath him, her unseeing eyes wide before she relaxed as best as she could. Her walls gripped him like a warm slick velvet encased vise. She felt the blood seep out and trail down until it stained the sand red, however she didn't pay heed to the trailing wetness. Instead she hooked her other thigh around his waist, and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, holding him close.

[Vanator]

Vanator held Zyah close as they made love, the movements of their hips synchronized in a carnal dance, the fluid motion neither awkward or stilted, as if they were practiced partners. The Drykas union was not frantic, but relaxed, as if both Zyah and Van wished to savor each moment of their experience, allowing every nerve to dance in the snug friction of their coupling, to hum at the press of hard muscle against soft flesh, the labored breath of each lover in the other's ear growing more shallow and desperate, flavored with mewls and groans, growls and whimpers of ecstasy as Vanator unknowingly initiated the young woman in the ways of love. Only when they would finish would Van see the telltale trickle of blood on their thighs.

Pressure and heat built, the strong Drykas' thrust becoming more insistent, more reaching, as the culmination of their union drew inevitabley closer. A hand splayed across Zyah's rear, giving the Drykas man more purchase as his movement became more desperate, low grunts now accompanying each impact. His hand roamed almost desperately over the supple skin of the woman, over swells and valleys, as if he could feed his rising desire through the hands as well as his manhood.

Finally, he could resist no further, and with a moan that he did not stifle, Vanator released, driving against Zyah, holding her close against him, burying his face in her mane, deep noises in his throat speaking the euphoria of being inside of Zyah at that moment. Van did not cease his powerful movements, though, continuing even as he shuddered, to ensure that he was not alone in experiencing the full joy of their tryst. He wanted her to feel it as well, to know the sheer ecstatic joy that she had given him.

[Zyah'suyakal Songbringer]

Zyah could hardly breathe, Vanator's presence seemed to stifle her. She held him close, her fingers sinking into his hair as she sealed her lips to his own. She was desperate to consort his taste and his scent to memory, knowing that this one time with him could very well be the last. She felt tears stinging in her eyes at the thought. Even though she had only met him that morning she had opened up to Vanator more in a single day than she had ever spoken. She was often as closed as a clam, a mystery to many that came into contact with her or had the pleasure of meeting her. Zyah whined and whimpered as he moved within her. She felt him everywhere and nowhere at once, Vanator was consuming her and she felt him growing close to the release that they were both searching for. Zyah felt Vanator release within her warm depths and her eyes widened. Even after he had found his release he was still moving within her, and as he moved she began to grow warm. She trembled like a leaf within his hold. Her eyes, although unseeing, were still closed. Her lips made a soft O of surprise as he brought her closer and closer to her release. She clung to him even more as she flew higher and higher only to shatter like glass moments later. His name left from between her lips in a strangled cry of pleasure. She gripped him like a velvet encased vise as she found her release, and now was it not only blood, but the result of her release that staid the sand and her thighs. "O-Oh my.....T-That was amazing....I had no idea..." The young Drykas female spoke in an awed tone, her eyes were wide as she ran a finger over the pallid of Vanator's cheek.

[Vanator]

Vanator did not cease the rocking of his hips until he felt that last shudders of Zyah's body, the last soft mewls slipping between the plush pillows of her lips. The Drykas slowed, himself twitching, his arms holding the woman as tight as she held him through the shared culmination. Only then, when he was able to open his eyes and look upon Zyah as they eased their embrace, did Van see the blood and realize that the blind Drykas woman had not been with a man before. He looked again to her face, flush now from their amorous endeavors. Her unseeing eyes were wide, still reeling from the shared euphoria. As her fingers stroked his cheek, his own reached to comb an unruly lock from her face.

"Zyah..." He paused to kiss her, "I am the first? You honor me with a very precious gift." Van continued to stroke her hair, now mussed and sandy from their lovemaking. Laying on his back, one arm pillowing his head, Van pulled Zyah close. He looked out at the surf, and the sun hanging high over the distant horizon. His body was relaxing, the kind of serenity that fell over one after passionate exhertion. For a short while, the worries of his world, the loneliness, the uncertainties, did not exist. Only the glory of Syna's rays upon his skin, the roar of Laviku's sea in his ears, and the warm, soft press of a lovely woman against him who shared in the need for a respite from life.

[Zyah'suyakal Songbringer]

"Say my full name, I want to hear it flow from your lips.....Please Vanator.The blind Drykas begged the man that held her so reverently. Yes, it had been her first time, however she felt as if that information would not be needed. The reason for such beliefs was that she knew that Vanator was a man who had shared his body and possibly with so many, and he would perhaps feel that she was too much of a child. This was due to the fact that she had still been a virgin. She felt tears stinging in her sightless eyes as he spoke to her, she had a feeling that they would be parting ways, and with these thoughts entering her mind she threaded her fingers into his hair and pressed closer to him as if they could become one. "Vanator....I know that this will not last, and that we will part ways...but I am glad that O was able to give you such a gift of my body, and I hope you will find solace in life..." She whispered the words in a soft voice as she turned her head and buried her fact into the side of his throat, breathing in his scent as well as allowing tears to fall freely. She was not usually an emotional person, however, Vanator had dug his way into her heart, shattered her defenses and now was seated deep within her heart. And this made it all the more heartbreaking, for she knew that no one would want a Drykas mate that had a handicap. Even if Vanator didn't say anything, she wondered if he saw her as a liability.

[Vanator]

Turning to look into her sightless eyes, Vanator stroked Zyah's face as she spoke, her voice soft and rich. A thumb swiped away a tear that trickled down her tender cheek. Zyah's words moved the Drykas man, the honesty and openness she shared. He too felt the brevity of the encounter, an afternoon that drew them into a rich, meaningful union, hearts bared open and raw, bodies sharing a sweet and passionate moment.

" Zyah'suyakal Songbringer," Vanator uttered, looking still into her distant gaze. Something compelled him to press a kiss to each blind eye, the girl instinctively closing her lids as his lips pressed gently to each, Van tasting the salty savor of her tears. "For as long as I live, whether I ever have the joy of seeing you again or not, this moment will never be forgotten, nor would I ever forget you."

Another kiss found its way to the young woman's lips. "But for now, this moment, I want to hold you, to forget the world and savor you, Zyah'suyakal. You have brought me solace without even meaning to, and for one day, I can let myself revel in you."

Pulling her close against him, Vanator pressed a more passionate kiss to the blind Drykas maiden, his hands stroking her hair, caressing her shoulders, surrendering to the moment again as the sea breeze caressed their flesh and their Strider's grazed leisurely on the beach grass.