Completed [Sacred Arc Hotspring] Sweet Belligerence [Kaie]

[Kisetukai]

Timestamp: 1st Of Summer- Just a bit after sunset-

"No Ser, I'm just saying that if a bear came and attacked us, and you guys all were injured and unable to fight, I'd totally be able to save your asses." K said arrogantly, his horse neighing in afterword in agreement. The other knights and squires in the group joining him in laughter, it seemed that they had all grew on each other, finally becoming like one big family. "Ok seriously though guys, how many times do you guys fight anything in these woods? You know I'm a city boy, my patrol never leaves the gates,  but you guys are always out here... In the wild." He said happily, his voice still energetic yet low, except now he contained a bit of seriousness. "So what can I expect? A bear? A pack 'a wolves? The Rogue Knight?..." He added, smiling the whole time as this only fueled his joking attitude.

"Kisetukai, where did you get such an idea? What did you think we do on these patrols?" A superior knight said to him, his grungy voice making his aura more serious. "We don't constantly have to fight the wildlands, we pray to the goddess every day before we patrol, and we go and patrol. The animals are the least of our worries, it is more of... Trouble makers." Another knight joined in and sent a barrage of chuckles, laughing heavily as he slapped his thigh, his horse also neighing. "Hey Kise, when you gonna let this rogue knight thing go? I told you that it was a child's bedtime story, nothing more mate." The other knight added, the other squires with their constant giggles, it was still a friendly attitude in the air.

"No animals or monsters... This is gonna get boring, quick huh?" K said as he sighed heavily, clutching his horse's reigns tighter. "No Ser! I'm telling you that bastard is real... I've seen him with my own eyes!" K stopped adding another sigh as he stopped talking, the laughter of the group drowning out his voice, he obviously lost this battle. "Ok guys, you win this round, but you gotta admit... -" K grew quiet as he heard something. Water and his horse's hooves clicking on something... Rock. Looking down he noticed he was high above a spring, water rushing down into a big pool and his group traveling over some small bridge, instantly he grew paranoid. "Oh dear Sylir! Guys we are like fifteen thousand feet above the ground! Quick man, turn around so we can escape before this thing breaks!" K yelled, stirring up all the horse's as he flailed his arms with exaggerated movements.

"Shut up Kise! It's fine!" A simple girl squire said as she rubbed her horse. "Yeah mate, we cross this bridge all the time. It's stone, smart guy." Another squire added."

"Oh yeah... I knew that guys. I was just testing your reaction skills..." K said with a small chuckle, using his quick wig and charm to try and slide out of his mistake. "Honestly... Uh, you guys wanna go for a swim?" He said shyly, expecting only a couple people to follow him. All he got was a series of no's, coming together in unison. "Really guys? Nobody?"

"If you wanna swim mate... Then be my guest. But we won't wait up for ya..." A squire said sternly, trying to intimidate the boy out of his idea.

"Pft, that's your loss wench!" K said arrogantly as he yanked the horse's reigns, sending it into a small gallop on forward, until he passed up the group. Hearing their yell's in the background, apparently they wanted his attention, but it was too late. He galloped down, until he was staring at a drop, scaling down from a collateral range of rocks. "Ok Speed... Take it easy... I think we gotta be alive to swim." He said as he held up the reigns, the horse slowly walking down the rocks, his face showed that he trusted his light brown horse. After a few moments of his heart racing a bit, they were finally down to the level of the water, a small campsite down to welcome him.

"Kise!"

Looking up, Kise saw his group, a knight telling him to meet back up with them later. K mocked him as he talked, expecting that he wasn't able to see him, until he turned to see the Inuit glaring at him from the bridge. "Yes Ser!" He yelled back, quickly sliding off of his horse, he could barely see them. It was a bit past sunset, and only getting darker, but it seemed someone had left a small fire burning at the campsite. He walked over to the fire, two logs opposite of each other with the fire in the middle, someone must've just left is what he thought. "Eh... Well guess it's just me and you speed... All the commoners are gone." He said with a smile as he rubbed his horse's mane, giving him a few pats before he stretched a bit, and began walking up to the waters. Dropping down to a squat, he stuck his right index and middle finger inside, testing the water. "Oh my god's... It's a spring! It's a damn spring!" He shouted back to his horse, another neigh as if they both understood each other.

Walking back to the campsite, he sat on a log, his horse naturally walking closer to him. "Tch Tch!" He said softly, patting the ground, his horse trotting up to him and laying down by the fire. "Good boy... I guess you do need to rest. Then you can come play with me in the-..." K stopped talking, realizing he was talking to a sleeping horse. "Damn... First I was talking to myself.. Now I talk to animals... That aren't even listening..." He sighed as he began to undress, first his black tee shirt, thin cotton lightly gracing the floor. Then his black leather low tops, unstrapping the buckle that served as a lace, be kicked both on top of the shirt. Then slowly he slid down his shorts, black cargo shorts with the chain on the left pocket, gracing the pile of his apparel. He looked at his underwear, simple white cotton boxers, and his white socks. Was he supposed to get naked? It was a spring after all, he was alone, and it was dark... And he would be doing the world a favor by being naked....

Petch it.

He quickly popped of his boxers, the cool air slapping his manhood, as he raised his feet and clawed at his socks., quickly popping them off. His clothes sat in a pile, which he scooped up an sat on the log to the left of the fire, hopefully that would keep them warm. "I'll see ya soon Speed!" He said as he succumb to the cold air, running and jumping into the spring, the warm water yanking his body in. Everything came to life... Everything reacted to the warm water. Everything.

He stood in the water, but quickly got tired and wanted to truly relax, he finally gave up. Wading across the springs, he went to the bank of the other side, resting his body against the rocks. He looked across the body of water, staring at the only light in the area, he could barely see himself. All he could see was the bright fire yards away from him, the water was warm and alluring, and he was afraid he would fall asleep and drown. The water all the way up to his chest, he had no plans of escaping, and he chose to stay. "Gods... If I keep going through this sort of stress... I'm gonna get a new personality." K said sarcastically, his dark humor scaring him a bit, accompanied by a cool guy sigh. He rested his arms on the rocks behind him, his head safe above the water, he leaned his head back on the rocks. Looking up at the dark sky, all he could see was a full moon accompanied by a symphony of stars, twinkling down their light upon him. "This night... I'm just gonna be alone... Just for a little bit..." He said softly, his voice falling into a whisper as he closed his eyes, resting peacefully. He would quickly fall asleep, his body staying afloat, water up to his chest.

Finally alone... In peace.

[Kaie]

A quarter ride from the large city nearby, the Bronze Woods were ablaze in Syna's luminous blessing. Vibrant displays of gold and orange painted the sky far above the trees. Only a few thick clouds floated through the atmosphere, soon to disappear within the hour. Sunlight shined through the thick, deciduous leaves. Their color turned a brighter green with the exception of their thin veins. What incandescence did reach the forest floor, came in a ghostly glow. Hitting the trees and casting deep shadows that merged with one another in the fading daylight. Slowly, the summer sun was falling behind the trees and plunging deep into the horizon. Making way for Leth to become crowned by the night and liberate the world from complete darkness. Contrasting the temperature of the cooling air, the hot spring's calidity manifested in the form of the white vapor coming from its waters. Like tendrils twisting and turning upward toward the stars fading into the darkening sky. In some parts, the brightness of the sunset thickened the fog, obscuring attempts had one tried to looked through to the other side. All below higher ground within a wall of stone, overlooked by an arch the area was named for. The effect was a soothing environment. Peaceful. Even for a bathing squire and his sleeping companion. It was in this tranquility that a belligerent spirit resided. As a summer night's breeze blew down the stone about the spring, it caused the vapor to billow. Revealing a seventeen year old Myrian woman, seated on the edge of a short ledge where a small waterfall fed into the spring. Her legs hung down, toes teasing at the surface of the heated water. Brown hair hung in a combination of loose curls and waves, falling past her shoulders. Bronze skin caught the light, giving her an added glow. Brown eyes seemed to appear amber in the direct sunlight, its hues interacting with her optical pigment. They seemed alive with her vitality, like flames dancing inside irises. A bit of an intensity about her despite her soft features. Her expression was mischievous. Curious even. Meanwhile, in her hands she held a black gauntlet. Its knuckles scaled in vicious teeth. The other studded one sitting steadily on the flat rock beside her. "You know, you should take better care of such fine weapons..." She said easily without looking up, polishing the metal gloves with the inside of her cloak. Then, she dropped the cloak beside her to free one hand up. She let the hand hover over the gauntlet and spread her fingers out comfortably. The savage placed her bronzed finger tips against the ends of the gauntlet's. Dragging them slowly up along the digits and over the teeth. Removing them only when she had reached the the gold end at the wrist. Finally, she looked up with a sly grin, letting her eyes rest on the dark skinned squire. She'd seen him before. At the Fighter's Pit. He was a boxer, but his skills couldn't save him from the fatal, tattooed warrior of Taloba. Her devious grin widened at the memory. It was a good fight and she was glad she'd spectated it. Funny how fate works. The Myrian woman had been stalking through the forest when she came across the warmth of the spring. Taking the opportunity, she had chosen to stop and clean up. Ironic, really. For a woman raised in the jungles of Falyndar, she liked to keep herself clean. Which is why the spring had been so enticing. It was just as she had finished up, gotten dressed, and was sitting by the calm waters when she heard the laughter. The hooves on the ground. A close patrol. Quickly and silently, she had crouched low and hidden herself beneath the arch as they crossed. Pressing herself to the wall and holding her cloak tight to her side. To the untrained eye, it seemed the area was vacant. Not another soul in sight. Hearing the voice of the familiar black human, her attention was caught immediately. As he strayed from his patrol, moving down the gradient on his steed, she remained hidden. Clearly, she could see he wasn't the least bit self conscious. The way he stripped so readily, hardly glancing to see if he did in fact have company. Regardless, he probably wouldn't have seen her anyway. Still, the fact amused her. He seemed to be enjoying himself. Confidence. Looks like they had that in common. She breathed a short laugh and removed herself from her hiding place. Watching him for a moment, then finding herself aware of his unattended gear. Unless you counted the sleeping horse as a guard. Slowly, she turned her head back to see where the naked bather settled his attention before she moved. His eyes were closed, and she saw his chest move in a deep breath. "Kisetukai..." "Warm. Isn't it?" She asked him shamelessly, not seemed to be bothered at all by the circumstances. She took the gauntlet off her lap and laid it carefully beside the other. Kaie raised an eyebrow coolly at him as she spoke, grinning coquettishly in her amusement. If they were going to share the same venue, she might as well make polite conversation.

[Kisetukai]

Some men dream about a female when their dreaming, some a group of females, hell most married men think of anyone but their wife. But ironically enough, this wasn't K's dreams. He didn't dream of taking virginity or getting his way with a multitude of young squires, why would a man dream about his reality. No, no, K dreamt of something far more important. He dreamt of... War. Absolute. Yes he was a fighter for peace, but he enjoyed a good fight non the less, he enjoyed fighting for what he loved. But eventually if peace overcame, their wouldn't be anything left, to fight for that is. So honestly, in a way was war necessary? Was this all some twisted cycle the gods played not humans, for entertainment, and other reasons. It all seemed to hit him fast, all the thoughts in his brain rushed and pumped their way in, complaining about bumping other thoughts trying to gain access to his attention.

He was on a mental overload, and that's how he liked it. Quiet so he could let everyone do their job, Kise knew basic things to work on, Shin was busy leaching energy in return for learning more for himself. Hell even brother was constantly thinking. K on the other hand thought about fighting, and when he was fighting he was thinking about being alone. Of course he could never be alone with so many voices in his head, but he could sure as hell try, he sure could try. His mind was unraveled, like he was thinking of mathematical conundrums, he was vulnerable one would say. And that's why when he heard probably the most luring voice in his life, he lost it all. The gears of his mind went stale, jamming and losing all motion, everything he was thinking about he forgot.

"Mmm..." He groaned softly, mixed with and infused by a sigh, he was already annoyed. It was like he was in bliss, and once again someone managed to find him. He didn't even care anymore, it could've been a wolf, a bear, bandits, hell even a god. Someone was gonna pay. Someone was gonna die. Someone was gonna feel these fist. His head didn't move, for he was in no rush and felt no danger, perhaps it was just because he truly didn't care. Everytime he came in the damned woods, someone always found him. A kelvic. A ghost. A dhani. A thieving huntress. He had seen it all, and it was more than enough to make him not care.

His eyes barely creeping open, the brown lazier than ever, it was evident he was just looking to address his opponent. What he got was a glimpse, of brown skin, to say the least. The image was upside down due to his position, but he saw enough that got his interested, of course he was thinking with his phallus. But hey didn't all guys? What he saw was soft tan, hell a bronze even, with moonlight playfully dancing off of her. He didn't pay attention to anything else, except legs, not even his favorite part... The breast. It was still pretty damn dark, and he could barely see shyke, perhaps it was because... Well it was still dark. It had just turned dark, and he knew it wouldn't be light out for a while.

Bouncing off of the rocks kind of, he swiveled his body to face her, of course now because of his excited state, he had to stay about two feet from the rocky edge to be safe. Trying to look at her, he wanted his eyesight pierce the the dark, and show him exactly what he wanted. "Yeah... It is quite warm..." He said softly, as continued to look, but then he thought to himself. If she wanted to kill me... I'd probably be dead by now... With a sigh, he turned his back to her once more, returning back to the edge. His arms up on the rocks to keep him afloat as he looked back up into the sky just like last time, except he didn't close his eyes, he only stared blankly at the stars.

The simple dull brown in his eyes coming to life, he was pretty calm, although he still had to address his woman at hand. "So do you always sneak up on people?" He said outloud, waiting for a response. After his slight pause, he spoke out once more, purely impulse. "You know, commoners aren't supposed to be out here this late... If anything it's dangerous if not just plain creepy. I suggest you go home before you... Get hurt. There's some beast out here.... And they are more than willing to have their way with ya..." He ended with a sigh, his head laying directly on the rock, as he stared into the endless sky. She could say whatever she wanted, but he wouldn't really listen, he just wanted to rest in peace.

His mouth naturally flew open a bit, just enough to expose some bottom teeth, and a little bit of tongue deeper in his mouth. Everything out here was so cool, so calm and relaxing, he wasn't gonna have some stranger ruining it. "You uh... Wanna tell me what exactly it is that you want?" He said softly, the question he should've just asked first, perhaps she was lost. Or just needed someone to protect her and escort her back to town, although he didn't know what she fully looked like, he was sure she wasn't too ugly. So he would do it. But gods forbid if she was ugly, he would let a bear maul her before he helped her. But then again judging on those nice fan legs, and that voice of a mistress... This might've been interesting. He might have had to get some exercise before helping her with whatever she needed... But then again...

What the hell did she want?

[Kaie]

"So do you always sneak up on people?" Amber flames followed the man in the water as he shifted around. His head slanted upward to stare at the the bright speckles in the night sky overhead. Still, he spoke to her with his back to her. Unconcerned with the presence of the woman. Careless or arrogant? She couldn't quite decide. Either way he exposed the flesh about the back of his neck and shoulders. Trapezius muscles poking up from the water, a distinct piece of his open body. Her knife would cut through them like butter. A satisfying slice he'd literally be unable to see coming. "In my defense, I was here long before you were. Technically, you invaded my space." She replied dismissively with a simple shrug of her narrow shoulders. Her light voice was very matter-of-fact, but her expression conveyed her relaxed state. "You know, commoners aren't supposed to be out here this late... If anything it's dangerous if not just plain creepy. I suggest you go home before you... Get hurt. There's some beast out here.... And they are more than willing to have their way with ya..." Apparently, there was a lot of things commoners around Syliras weren't supposed to do. For the two years she was stranded in the city that was too safe for comfort, she quickly became aware of all their rules. It seemed like one could hardly ruffle a human's clothing without a knight knowing about it. Don't get it twisted, Kaie had no problems with the Knights of Syliras. If anything, she just found their ideology somewhat distorted. Their quest for peace was so profound that the region seemed to be slowly sucking the life out of her. She had a warrior spirit that couldn't be projected as it should. The Myrian was forced to keep it under lock and key, tied to a stake and restrained. The forest was her only escape from insanity. The only place she could swing a sword and track as she pleased. Never had she committed murder in the woods. Spilling human blood so close to the guards' patrol during the day was suicide really. The world was darkening now as the stars took precedence over the sky. There was a first time for everything. "I haven't seen anything worth caution. I doubt your beast would be adequate for his task if he did try me. Besides. I can take care of myself." She said passively, turning her head down to trace the ends of the stone wall with her finger tips. A soft streak of glow from the moon shining across her collar bones lazily. She leaned back into the darkness for a moment, listening to what he had to say. All the while creating soft swirls in the dust beside her hips to quell her inner restlessness. She sighed,the exhale causing the hair that managed to fall over her shoulders to quiver for a moment. "You uh... Wanna tell me what exactly it is that you want?" Amber eyes flashed up again, a coy grin returning to her once placid features. She bit the very edge of her bottom lip to hold back a small laugh at the question. Thinking for a moment, her bare feet continued to hang gingerly over the hot liquid. Toes tapped the surface thoughtfully causing tiny ripples. "What do I want? Well....I wanted a peaceful, undisturbed time at the spring. Since that's no longer possible, I'm pretty flexible now. Aren't I?" She said casually with a soft sigh, moving her hand from the tones to trace along the edges of the nearby gauntlet again. The brunette's head was down focusing on the object rather than the man. Finally, she turned her head to look at him again, straightening her posture where she sat. Now it was her time to question. "And what about you, Kisetukai? What is it that you desire?"

[Kisetukai]

Apparently this woman had been here for a while, longer than he had from what she said, and he had half a mind to believe here. Already be was picking up on hints of sarcasm, or at least what he decrypted as sarcasm, and he found it all in good taste. Especially her reply about his  beast comment, it did her good because it entertained him, although he didn't feel like complying. She was the one who was here first? He invaded her space? No. No, that wasn't how it was going to go. This commoner was going to get her ass up, and get the hell out of here. She wasn't going to disturb him anymore. Yeah, Kise had been telling K he should be more kind, try to relax more n stuff. Hell that's the only reason he was being nicer to that patrol, although he knew he could beat those squires senseless, that wasn't his goal. H wanted to be nicer. But this woman and her wit, he wasn't in the mood for it. He wasn't in the mood for it any bit whatsoever. Quickly turning around to face her, he floated a bit, only exposing his pecs and ups. Holding up his body with his arms out on the rocks, he turned to face her, seeing her in the gentle moonlight.

"Hey I..." Period. He grew dumbfounded instantly, his body warming up past the water, his manhood coming to life. He was dealing with a one of a kind woman, color he hadn't seen before, not like this. The way the moon softly reflected her tan soft looking skin, K just wanted to grab her and... The way her hair bounced down, the color and the fineness, she was too much. The legs, not so much on the thin side, but she wasn't out of shape. This girl looked like she toned herself, and he actually instantly got respect for her, listening to her as she talked with his arms folded. That happened naturally, but he didn't care... He wanted to see her. All of her. Naked. And he knew to himself it was a matter of time, he didn't even want sex, he just wanted to see if she had the complete body. Anyone can train... But he knew that only a few had the real body of perfection. He smiled everyday he woke up, because he was blessed. A perky manhood was more than enough to keep a man going. A big perky manhood. Now that was just what every egotistic boy needed.

He looked at her little dainty feet with lust, everything was small compared to him, in his world. His eyes looked up, gliding his gaze along her legs, but his plan was foiled. The cruel darkness was playing tricks on him, cascading and hiding her beauty, understandable. She told him what she wanted, and he was actually pretty excited by her reply. "Yes... You do seem to be the... Flexible type. I guess you can take care of yourself." He said softly, the bass in his voice resonating at such a low crispy level, he was intrigued to say the less. For a moment he was able to see a flash, bright amber or copper, it was amazing. It was like his eyes, times ten. Although he didn't care about his eye color, he envied her eyes, they were like jewels. Now he wanted them for himself. Well he wanted her for himself, to be more exact. But still, before anything happened he needed to see the body. But for now she had retreated back to the darkness, so he would have to wait, until the beautiful girl returned. So far she seemed like something from a myth. Stories of sailors losing their boats due to female monsters... The ones that whispered soft beautiful whispers in your ear. That caressed a man and squeeze him dry... Until he was left boat-less, crashed, stranded... And in some stories, dead.

"And what about you, Kisetukai? What is it that you desire?"

He looked up from her soft gentle legs, to look at her once more, features still distant. She knew his name. She knew him somehow. This was where it got crucial. Who was she? Was she divine? That would explain her beauty. Was she a real monster that took the form of a seductress? Could she just have been some fangirl from town? Some girl who just stalked the infamous Kisetukai, for what was held in his pants. That was the most logical answer to him. After all girls did flock to him in hopes of tying him down, but this right here... This girl was a first. A girl actually catching him out of the city, out doing nothing all alone, she was a smart one. So he decided to go with that, but he wouldn't just point it out arrogantly, he had to play it smooth. He gave her a small stare, peering into the darkness, trying to use his skills to the max. Seduction. Observation. And best of all, interrogation. Biting his bottom lip barely so his upper lip hovered over it, his small facial hair coming into play, his eyes lowering. This was his carnal side, ready to pounce.

"You know... My name..." His voice soft, delicate like he was some gentleman, this was all his game. "You must know who I am. Kisetukai Yamehaka, squire of Ser Corben, and Syliras' Finest... Proud to be in your presence. As for what I desire? Would be to become stronger..." He said gently, he was still observing and something he noticed was important. She originally had her attention on something, semi-shiny, but mainly black. It seemed to blend in with the dark, so he didn't pay much attention, but he was aware of it. "I'm not gonna sit here and lie to you... I'm not a simple man. I'm not your average chump you find working an average job. I'm a knight, I take pride in my city... I take pride in my life.. I take pride in my name." He smiled at his last comment, his gaze turning, hoping to finally get a true test of his seduction skill. 

His left hand slid off the rocks, leaving his right to hold him up, he sides burning from the exercise. His left hand glided over to her left foot, not grasping it, but lifting it gently with a curled index finger like one would do a chin. His face meeting it halfway, he lowered himself a bit, until he planted a light kiss on her small foot. Right around the the knuckle part of her, what would be 'big toe', but then again... Nothing to him was big. He did this because the nerves, the people at the soothing waters had been showing him some things, and he knew sensitive spots. He had already known a few from past endeavors... Besides, it was something new. And this girl seemed like she was clean anyway, for he had never met a dirty seductress. Letting go of the foot gently, lowering it till it was back where she left it hanging, sliding his body. He planted his body right in front of her, gripping the rocks to the left and right of her, as he was showing her the space he benched. "I take pride in my game... So I will ask you once more, what do you desire... Miss?" He ended his words with his head lingering, as if prodding her into giving up a name. The kid had balls...

Hopefully she wouldn't cut em off.

[Kaie]

"Yes... You do seem to be the... Flexible type. I guess you can take care of yourself." She hummed softly in agreement, turning her attention from him to prop herself up with her hands behind her. Feeling the clothing that sat near her folded up cloak in the darkness. His mildly rude tone seemed to diminish somewhat and were replaced with a softer one. Ironically, right after he had whipped around came that change too. She figured he must be one of those shallow boys she was used to meeting in these barbarian areas. Hot shot knights-to-be looking at the world through arrogant, superior eyes. Unlike the others, she couldn't hate the boxer for it. In a realistic sense, she wasn't too far behind him in a way. As a Myrian, her views were fiercely ethnocentric. They were to the point that no city, town, nor providence in the barbarian worlds would amount to even half of Falyndar. None held a flame to Taloba, the city where Myri herself sat on her black throne. That was the holy land to her, her mecca. Her juvenile twist on her pilgrimage had turned sour and now she was stuck with the barbarians. Surrounded by them at every waking moment of her day. She worked for them, was paid by them. Myri cut her heart out if she had let them house her too. That much she was too proud to accept, choosing the trees over their heated spaces. Really, it was a bit of culture shock to her at first. In the two years past, Kaie had only really spoken to one Myrian. Just one of her people. She was isolated. This bronze woman was versatile though, molding herself to survive as she did in the jungles. It was a rare skill she was thankful for. Yet here she was again. All alone in the woods with no one but a naked barbarian to keep her company. Now what were they to do about that? His deep voice was like a pleasant disturbance in the chilling air. Vibrations that seemed to tremble steadily from deep within his chest. Though light was fading, she could manage to make out his eyes. Dark brown pools that seemed dense and impenetrable, but she could see more. From the sidelines of the pit, Kaie had seen him. She had seen his warm up in his conceited way, projecting an intimidation factor with the help of the very gauntlets she had been polishing. More importantly, she had seen the metal gloved boxer fall. Left to pick up the pieces of his pride alone, but that part was by his own choice. The memory of the fight brought her attention to the gauntlets she had stored beside her. What moonlight did grace them revealed their new shine thanks to a little elbow work. By taking care of them, the Myrian had no intention originally to help the guy out in that kind of respect. The seventeen year old couldn't leave the works of art alone. Not without seeing the shine they deserved but temporarily lacked. She was a sucker for fine weaponry. Who could blame her? It was in that moment of thought, she realized the squire was still wandering the feminine expanse of her body with his eyes. Looking at her through the shadows and finding features in the light below her face. She was accustomed to this kind of thing. It wasn't that she was cocky about it. To be fair, she worked in a place where alcohol flows freely. Of course she was bound to get checked out and feel hands on her from men with liquid courage. Let the records show she quickly put them in their place if they invaded her space unforgivably though. She wasn't a slave or a prostitute. No Myrian would allow themselves to be treated like one, not without their own consent. Flames danced within her amber pools at the sight of his distraction. She was amused but ultimately her notice of his attention lead to a reciprocation of hers as well. How unexpected. The guy was an athlete. There was no doubt in that at all. He definitely took pride in his body. By the looks of it she'd agree he probably should. Of course she could see only a quarter of it rather than its entirety. "You know... My name..." She hardly heard his more delicate voice this time, working off her own agenda now. It was her turn to look into the man who had invaded her space with his patrol and his ego. He was well defined and a work of art in his own way. Chiseled physique and strong build. His arms propped up on the stones in front of her showed off his bulging biceps and developed triceps. Traps and pecs protruded from his skin in their muscly bulk, water droplets coating his skin. Yet, he was still lean and fit enough to be a capable warrior. Maybe not a survivor in the sense a Myrian was, but definitely a worthy combatant. "You must know who I am. Kisetukai Yamehaka, squire of Ser Corben, and Syliras' Finest... Proud to be in your presence. As for what I desire? Would be to become stronger..." So now she had a full name. Kisetukai Yamehaka. It was foreign and different from the other barbarian names she had come across. It suited him well, the change in sound. The name almost seemed like it originated from a different tongue, for it was far less mediocre than most. He must've known it would never leave another's mind. Kaie certainly wouldn't have trouble pairing a name with his face or vice versus if they ever did meet again. He introduced himself in the barbarian way as expected. The oddly lengthy submission of information to complete strangers. In Taloba, they simply gave a name that usually was served up with their clan's name too. Titles were optional unlike here where anyone could learn another's life story with one single introduction. Eyes scanned him once again questionably as if she couldn't understand how much stronger his body could get. "I'm not gonna sit here and lie to you... I'm not a simple man. I'm not your average chump you find working an average job. I'm a knight, I take pride in my city... I take pride in my life.. I take pride in my name." So he claimed he wasn't like every other guy she'd come across? That he lacked the simplicity of the commoners and travelers who populated Syliras? Kaie considered this from her place leaned back in the shadows. At this point in the game, Kaie wasn't entirely convinced whether she admired him for his personality in addition to his body or felt indifference to his display. She laid back like that for a while considering this very thought. At least he didn't seem too boring. A typical knight maybe but there was this air about him that she liked. It might've been his confidence and his pride. Perhaps it was even his cool exterior and unspoken recklessness. Either way he had wedged his way into her crosshairs. "Now that he's coming out of his shell- Wait. What is he doing?" She said in her own head, thoughts smashing into one another with sudden curiosity and a bit of puzzlement. The dark man advanced her from the water, cupping her left foot with his hand and leaning in toward it. Meeting her halfway to plant a kiss on her foot. Her pools widened as she watched him carefully with some surprise. Why did he do that? She hadn't expected it to say the least, and it took her completely off guard. Myrian men didn't do that. Did all barbarian males? Slowly, he lowered her foot carefully back where it had been prior to his move. Her toes returned to grace the surface of the relatively still water. Upon releasing her, he come in close to her and planted his hands wide about the space before her. "I take pride in my game... So I will ask you once more, what do you desire... Miss?" Before he had her curiosity but now he absolutely had her attention. The Myrian woman slowly eased her torso forward into the moonlight, revealing her face and clothing. Paired with a loincloth she wore her leather vest to match. The brown fabric covering her chest was tight to her upper torso, buttoning once only where it mattered. Past that it was looser nearing her hips. Brunette hair providing her face with a frame, her features were rather soft in her bronzed skin. Exotic nature confirmed in her facade. Her amber eyes were like wildfire, a passionate blaze decorating her irises. She reciprocated his movements almost. Arms moving from supporting her as she leaned back, to becoming small pillars to hold her up as she went forward. The Myrian woman's hands settled in the space between his while her head leaned toward Kisetukai. A devilish grin painted upon pink lips as she looked directly at him. He had tried to dominate her physically with his display but she wasn't having it. Two could play at that game. "Kaie of the Cutthroat Shadows," she began in a calm volume upon deciding to follow the barbarian manners and release her own name. After all he had given her his. This one time she'd play by their rules. "I know you, Kisetukai. I was there at the Pit watching you fight a son of Myri. Razkar. I'm sure you won't be forgetting that name soon. Will you?" She continued and gave him a little explanation of how exactly this "savage" had come to know the squire. Her pitch was soft and flowed smoothly with the environment in a calescent intonation. The exotic female paused for a couple moments looking down at him. Feeling a shiver run down her spine she slowly pulled her legs deeper into the warm spring. It was hardly adequate in warming her entire body but it would do for now. She allowed her toes to once prod the area of his sides just above his hips playfully. After a long pause she eased her head beside his so that her lips were just inches from his ear with a coy expression. "What I desire... Is power." She purred slow and zealously into his lobe. Kaie knew well enough that such a thing was subjective to the listener but that was the beauty of it. Letting Kisetukai interpret it as he wished was exactly the point. Probably to his dismay, Kaie pulled her head back from his satisfied. Using her hands, she pushed herself back from the water and the naked squire. Several feet away now, she winked at the guy, moving into a crouched position. One hand reaching behind her, she clasped the fabric behind her feet that she had stored in the shadows with her cloak. "These aren't yours are they?" Returning her hand into view she revealed a small pile of his clothes clutched in her hand. Kaie lifted an eyebrow to taunt him, waving the clothes in the night air. Most of the clothes were black which probably made them hard to see. Of course it helped that his boxers and socks were white. That much the Myrian was sure he could see quite clearly. She was developing some very sticky fingers tonight. Gauntlets and clothes. Wasn't she on a downhill spiral now? Truthfully, Kaie found herself anything but sorry. "You want them back? You have to earn them." She said with a glimmer in her eyes. Her personality was naturally frisky, or was that just the oncoming full moon? Come on, you self righteous squire. Show me what you've got....

[Kisetukai]

It worked. His beautiful seduction tactics worked. No this wasn't seduction, this was all his doing. He was petching amazing, he was beautiful, he was powerful. Women wanted him, and this girl proved it, and it did nothing but give him a bigger head. A bigger ego, a bigger base of confidence, a bigger manhood... He was complete. He just wanted to see if he could get her, and now he had her, he had her just like he wanted. She was a trapped exotic catch, caught in his net, his aura net of awesomeness. Yeah, he was young, but he knew who he was. Kisetukai Yamehaka, the kid of fortune and prophecy, no matter what anyone told him, he knew. Since he was younger, he knew he would be someone, he would rank up there with the strongest. Because he was somebody, he was someone, and he outranked a common man in every area. His area today was his looks, his body, his charm. He was able to woo this girl, swooning wasn't even part of his vocabulary, this was on a whole 'bother level past seduction. Pure confidence, fueled into what he wanted, he was happy. Her body flew forward, the moonlight instantly clashed with that bronzy skin, it was his for the taking. Features soft and cascaded, he was able to just watch and absorb it all with his eyes, greed was an understatement. One could have called him scum, the way his eyes analyzed her, it would be deemed despicable in the walls...

But this was outdoors. And it was lawless out here.

As he studied her body, it all came into view, and it was... Interesting to say the least. A loin cloth, yes it was the first part he looked for, because he was a real man. He looked from the bottom up: Legs, ass, breast, and... Well that was it, nothing else really appeal him, besides the face and love handles. The loin cloth was amazing, it was just the right amount of concealing, like his hard honey candy he loved. All it needed was a bit of manipulation, and then the sweetness would come to him, just the way he liked it. Then his eyes lazily glided up, along that sweet organ she called skin, it looked so smooth he just wanted to rub her. A leather vest. The only other clothing she wore, it was magnificent, and to say the least he was impressed. The reason the vest was so intriguing was because of how she wore it, definitely a seductress on her part he wondered if she was waiting for someone to walk by, gender probably didn't matter at all. The vest was only buttoned once, hiding yet exposing everything that needed it, and loose as the lower part. 

Hips, this now was a real thing, this was really happening. The damn vest look like it was barely on, hugging that frame, and a beautiful face. No, a unique face, with soft hair bouncing down. He had to remind himself to praise the moon god, it would be interesting to say the least. He was a bit proud to say that he caught this one, although any man could've caught, reeling her in was the fun part. Although it seems this little woman had some fight in her, wanting to fight back, beautiful to say the least. As she leaned in, he had half a mind to lick lips, they looked so soft. They looked tender and full, as if she had the body of a goddess. He had shared a bed with many seductresses and mistress, but he had never experienced someone like this... Yes he was a masochist. A secret he couldn't hide, he sat in sorrow for a master on the inside, but he would never let this be known. His plan was always to be dominant, to control his partner with brute force and superiority. But this girl wasn't having it. As she leaned in and spoke that name... Kaie of the cutthroat shadows... What the petchin' kinda name was that?! It sounded like... His thought process was never started up, as she shut it down quickly with a new barrage of soft words. She was there. She was that shady looking woman who was talking to the other myrian, as his mind said his name the same time she did. 

"Razkar of the shorn skulls..."

No, he wouldn't be forgetting that name anytime soon, the traveler who scarred his name. He'd rather not think of such a man... Not now during his time of work... But she had him on the defensive, his body telling him that as she leaned in more, his ear tensing up as if she was about to nibble. He felt weak... His dominance plan was crumbling in front of him. As she told him what she desired. No man could've ever guessed it...

Power

His mind instantly unraveled, it was too much to think about, especially because she kept it simple. Power. What did she mean exactly, why was she so damn mysterious?! Was the power actual power? Was the power symbolic for... His seed? Yes it was pretty self confident of him to think so, but he knew he was strong, perhaps that was exactly what she wanted. Although... He could've been wrong.
For once, once in his damned life he met a woman, who wanted something so pure and absolute he immediately crumbled. As her body retracted, a deadly look on her face, as the boy's body shivered a bit. He stayed in a bit of shock, until her voice and a handful of cloths snapped him out. He peered at the items in her hands, hearing what she said, he knew instantaneously. Those were his clothes, nobody had socks that bright in Mizahar, nobody except him. She knee try were his clothes, she probably watched him the whole time, and scooped them up when he wasn't looking. He looked at her with his dull brown eyes, quiet and completely calm, she was in control now. Finally... She spoke...

You want them back... You have to earn them...

Words never came out so clearly, as he listened to her speak, he wanted to definitely please her. But would she be a good... Master? He only needed her if she was strong, he had no desire to be controlled by someone so weak, but then again... She was just like Razkar. The myrian... The Myrian's treat the women like superiors right? Well, for the night, so would the normally sexist. He looked at her calmly, until he licked his top big lip from left to right. He forced his pecs to dance, just a quick little bit of flexing, a nervous habit that always occurred when he was cornered in the bedroom. He wanted to shake it up, he wanted to spice it up, and use the advice he had gotten from his idol once upon a time. Orion Michaels... You have to add your own flare. He had never heard truer words, for no woman wanted to have sex with the same man... No woman. Well not the ones he knew. But he didn't want sex, all he wanted to do now, was please his partner. And he had a plan, he had an idea that was gonna hopefully knock he vest off... And that sexy loin cloth while he was at it.

"Kaie, what a beautiful name, a name fit for only someone of a high status and beauty. You deserve to experience your place... Even if it is only for a night, I'm gonna make you remember this night... My queen." His mouth slowly opening a bit, as he breathe in a bit of air, breathing out of his nose silently. He was ready, ready to get into character, all he had to do was get her into her's. "Kaie... For the remainder of this night, I am no longer Kisetukai the squire... I am whoever you want to be, I am your's... Your slave and servant, after all women of your people are supposed to be superior right? So for that matter... For that simple case.. I am here to do your bidding and please you my queen. And I only aim for satifsfaction..." He scooted up just a bit, still keeping his arms on the rocks. "My queen nothing is too low... Nor is anything to high... And I can" He said cheerfully at his tongue peaked out for a split second, poking out at the air like a snake. "Reach anywhere for my queen.. You just give your command.." He smiled as looked at her, eyes lowered as if he was completely brainwashed, he was totally in character. His smile faded to a blank stare, for now on he would be her plaything... Finally he got what he wanted. He finally got a master... Finally just a bit of some rough play... Now for his first command.

"So what does my queen desire?" He said with his blank stare.

Hopefully... This was purely a one nighter but for now, it was eternal bliss.

[Kaie]

Lips parted softly to reveal a grin. White teeth glittering in the moonlight. There he was still. Looking her over in the most unholy fashion, dark brown eyes following from her legs to her top. An outsider with honor might've found his ways of observation despicable, but they would never understand. They did not feel the influence of Leth in his fullness nor the natural heat of the spring, all wrapped in an alluring white mist. One who would make such assumptions would not know how to play the game the Myrian and the squire were learning to master. The game of lust. It was intoxicating like the most potent sort of drug. Not only did it enhance the senses, it released unlimited quantities of ecstasy. Rushes of adrenaline to bring the abusers to all new highs. Kaie had taken her own hit. She wanted control. The power. She would receive it as she wanted, and tonight she would abuse it. A man in search of a woman who was capable of being the whip cracker, the dominate one, the Myrian was the proper choice. Myrian women were the matriarchs of their world. Kaie was raised to command in the same manner. Yet, this squire was as arrogant as they could get, or so she had heard. This wouldn't just be some round of night fun. It would be a battle. A power struggle. Kaie would accept nothing below the top. "Kaie, what a beautiful name, a name fit for only someone of a high status and beauty. You deserve to experience your place... Even if it is only for a night, I'm gonna make you remember this night... My queen. Kaie... For the remainder of this night, I am no longer Kisetukai the squire... I am whoever you want to be, I am your's... Your slave and servant, after all women of your people are supposed to be superior right? So for that matter... For that simple case.. I am here to do your bidding and please you my queen. And I only aim for satifsfaction..." And just like that, the curtain raised and the lights were on. Now the question was: who would break character first? The play was unscripted, but Kaie knew there were large plot points in store. Only a good actor/actress knows when and how to play them out. "Let's see just how good he is," She wondered with entertainment coating her expression. She had turned one of the most talented squires in Syliras into her inferior, if only for a night. The man who strike down commoners without a second glance would fall to one woman on a cool, foggy night. With no audience. Scene set in the darkness with nothing but the light of the moon. The only sound heard the dribbling of the small stream running into the spring. This was their very own vacant set. No crowd to judge their performance. Maybe that was the way it should be, the way it was supposed to be. This night put the whole world into bliss with their very presence, their heated moods. The tension. Witnessing the two forces clash revitalized nature like none other before. "My queen nothing is too low... Nor is anything to high... And I can. Reach anywhere for my queen.. You just give your command," He said adjusting himself in the water as he spoke, arms propped on the rocks. His body was still inviting her, enticing her to gaze upon its expanse once more to tease her. In that moment, she could have whatever she wanted. If given the option to swipe anything in the Bazaar, she'd take it. She wanted it all. Kaie got what she wanted. It seemed like this man had his way plenty of times too. He had what he needed. Good looking, muscular, and skilled. Like she said prior, it would be a power struggle. "So what does my queen desire?" To her now, he was a blank page. Time to fill the expanse with words, but to do so she'd do just the opposite. Kaie moved the clothes behind her with a deviant expression, a hand reaching up along her vest to find the necklace she treasured. Fingers clasped around the tiger fang around her neck, twisting it. Meanwhile she bit her bottom lip loosely, unable to keep the grin off her face. She back-pedaled slowly shifting her weight from one side of her hips to the others as she moved slowly back. Dropping her hand from the necklace, she gestured to him to come to her just before a fourth step from the spring itself swallowed her in darkness.

[Kisetukai]

Kaie... Another myrian girl from the cutthroat kids or whatever she called em, she was amazing. Obviously she had used her tactics for a while now, it seemed all myrian females were born and raised to be dominant, or at least fight for such a position. But how come when be met Adsila, she was the opposite. About last season, couldn't remember exactly what day it was, but he remembered her name and face. He slept with her, or at least he thought so, and when he woke up to her next in bed, in the middle of the night, he left. This time was different though, because that time was different, this time he wanted to leave his mark. Licking his bottom lick silently and swiftly in on quick swipe, his eyes never leaving her's, until his queen started moving. The way she leaned back, it was like she was some performer, that hair falling down... She grabbed something on her neck, which later would be observed, but for now it looked like K knew exactly what she was doing. Grasping it in her little feeling of bliss, was she imagining what it would feel like? Was she imagining what exactly he was going to do to her... His queen. No, there wasn't time for imagination, there wasn't time for any of that. Especially when she seductively led him in, his eyes following as she slowly moved back, her finesse obviously was master level. Then she disappeared, her finger gesturing him to join her into the darkness, the ultimate ending.

For someone like him, who saw symbolism in everything, this was definitely something he paid attention to. This was symbolic for him, the maiden or the harlot, as she called him into darkness. Was this a test sent by the gods? Showing if he would allow this female to deceive him, and travel into the darkness? He would've had more time to think, but as if his head was in his pants giving the orders, his body began to move without his consent. His arms flexed heavily as they grasped the rocks, his legs gripping the makeshift wall, as he escalated himself up with one swift move. He never stood up, instead he stayed on all fours like some animal, possibly an alpha tiger. A curse from his bondmate Akilia, he had been getting these urges lately, and this was his way of testing and getting everything out. Still, his mind was on overload, thinking about it all. Then he actually thought about what was waiting for him in the dark... Petch dat! His body sped up a bit, his hands and knees hitting the ground gracefully, his muscles spasming from confusion of use. He never would be the one to be on all fours, but then again this was some fun, anything was possible. Almost there, and now he was back in control of his movements, but how... How was he-

"So your good to go now?" Shin said with his demonic little voice, childish as always.

"So that was you controlling me huh..." K said a bit disgusted, for he hated to be oppressed or controlled, and that's exactly what he was.

"Don't worry, I just helped you out... I see your about to plow down that female.. She looks nice." Shin replied in a, 'beating around the bush' type of voice.

"Yeah, she's a fine maiden... Not sure how fair she is, but I really don't care. So, uh yeah, thanks I'll see ya later." K said quickly, trying to shut up Shin.

"Hey.. I want in..."

"What?!" K replied confused. "I hope you don't mean with this, this is big boy shyke, if you wanna play tell Kise to read you a bedtime story or something.

K really wanted to end it, he was coming up on Kaie soon, and he was a horrible multitasker. He probably wouldn't even be able to talk to Shin and play with her, it would be awkward and... He had to end it here.

"You never know K... Maybe I can pleasure her better than you. Don't underestimate me because of my age..." Shin said softly, forcing his will like always. "Maybe we can do this together ya know? I'll control the arms... You wanna stroke right?" He ended giggling maniacally, this was too dirty even for him. "Besides in all actuality... I could probably last longer than you."

"Really... Your just a damn kid. Shut up, and go back to my mind..." K said annoyed.

"I am in your mind." Shin said blankly, smiling a bit mentally, somehow K saw it.

"Ok look, just wait till I'm done with her... Then you can do whatever you want..." K said, submitting like always.

"Oh so I only have to wait a few chimes?" Shin snarled back, his voice easily starting up K.

"What kinda petchin'... Ok look-"

"No you look." Shin said forcefully, his voice resonating with seriousness. "Where gonna have a little bet. If you can last longer than her... Then I won't have my way with her. Of course that doesn't mean I won't do things to her, but I won't treat her the way I did in my mind. Wow, I'm thinking thoughts in your mind... How odd.." 

"Ok... But what if I win?..." K said blankly.

"But you won't win..."

"If I win... I don't wanna hear your petchin' voice for about at least seven day." K blurted out, cutting off Shin's voice.

"Ooh.. It seems you got your mind made up." Shin said, seeing if he could infuriate him more, squeezing out more negative emotions.

"Make it eight bitch." K said as he finally came across Kaie's body, it seems she wanted him to take control, as he should've. It was dark, hard to see, but that skin of her's always showed up.

Words were useless, for that would've just killed the moment, yes they were roleplaying, but the scripts were definitely blank. It was time for him to show what exactly he was about, and why he kept women searching for him, sending notes to his dorm. Kisetukai Yame-... No today, in this moment, he had no name. He was just a simple man, not even worthy of much, just to please his queen. His body low, still moving on all fours, mid stride, his right hand knuckles touched something. A foot, but which foot? This is where it got technical, with a bit of grace, he used his bedroom escape skills. Waking up next to half naked women in slumber, it was vital one knew how to glide around the women's body like a phantom, it was only the most basic of manwhoring. However, this one, her grace was going to clash with his. This meant that if he didn't keep up and match her's, he would soon fall back, and most likely lose her interest. Time was of the essence, after all his lower body was still a bit, humid. His skin was craving to touch her skin, chocolate on bronze, they were gonna make something new in the moon light. Thinking.. Was for strategist. And this area had no room for strategist, it was those who gave into their animal instincts that won, those that made the neighbors hear what was going on in their bedroom. That's how it was supposed to be.

After touching her foot, his knuckles stayed atop, until his right hand unfisted and went back to grace. He wore protection everyday, his skin was smooth, he could endure some rough housing for a night. His hand glided forward, grasping her ankle roughly, his huge hand wrapping around it. His left hand wanting to join, he rubbed from his right shoulder, sliding his hand down his arm to warm it up for her. Both hands were getting warmer now from anticipation, the cold night air stood no chance in cooling him, it was useless. Finally his left hand slid over his right, warmed and ready to go, it quickly landed on her calf. She was a nicely shaped girl, bringing the cave man side out of him, the ignorant part that was only attracted to hips. But maybe he still was a cave man, he still loved hips, now he just also paid attention to a little bit more. He slowly brought her leg up, guiding it with his grip, his bare hands were soft because of him wearing gloves all day everyday. Feeling her toes under his chin, he slowly brought it up, gliding it past his young not fully developed facial hair. Until her toes were now under his bottom lip, pushing them up a bit, he was in complete bliss already, now he was just pushing the limit.

 His mouth never closed, a little bit of his bottoms teeth showing past his lips, he had no intention of closing his mouth. Raising her foot now, he was gentle, just to get it right. He slowly moved her foot to the right, just a couple inches, finding the toe he wanted. Again, not really much of a big toe, but then again...
He brought the toe back, just barely in front of his teeth, his breath coming straight onto it from his mouth. Carefully, he pulled it in, until... He was biting it. Literally biting it midsection, his top teeth on nails, his bottom teeth on tender soft flesh. It was a light bite, like a puppy, but he held it in his toothy grip for a while showing no mercy. Then, to show her that he could be forceful, he bit down a bit harder, applying more pressure than ever. Like someone would do if they were trying to bite their tongue, stopping right before any danger was done, exactly how he did. He pulled his head back just a bit, his tongue saying goodbye to her toe as it rested up under it, flat like a dog fully supporting it. Until right at the end, he flicked the tip, sending her toe up a bit in recoil. 

She was a clean girl, which he wouldn't have expected from a myrian, but he'd expect it from someone dressed as she was. His fingertips had been moving around quite a lot, his right hand still gripping her ankle, but his left hand was massaging her calf. His eyes closed now, eyelids lightly touching there opposite, it was like he was looking through his hands. Lowering her leg down, he forced her to bend her knee slightly, as he brought her foot down in between his legs. Hoping her foot on his phallus would catch her off guard, he quickly flung his hand to her other leg, grasping her left ankle. His left hand slid down and grasped her right ankle, bringing her left foot to his side roughly, he slammed it against his thigh. Closing his legs gently, he trapped her right  foot between, until finally it was time to start up.

He rose up, making sure his lower body rubbed against her slender right leg, as he glid along her. He started by kissing her shin, yes he chose odd places, but he was also looking for her "spot" before he made it to the spot. He rose up slowly, his big lips rubbing up against the softness of her leg, until he made it to her knee. He then pushed her right leg straight down, leaving it extended and flat, as he worked his ways. He reached for her, more of just grabbed, and placed her left leg in his right arm, as if he was giving someone a weak headlock at his waist, behind his view. Then he leaned forward, her right leg splitting him down the middle, he supported himself with his shin on the ground, about a couple inches from her leg. His right leg however, was fully extended pointing southeast, helping with the support of his body and her light lift leg. As he leaned forward, he rested the left side of his forearm on the ground, another couple inches right of her lower torso, with his knuckles up their touching her skin. The tactic here was speed and pressure, giving off little teases at various location, surely to throw her off, in his mindset.

The whole middle of his body resting on her right side, he began to scale this woman like a true adventurer, this was what he wanted, a challenge. First kiss, planted right above her knee, his lips used again as he rubbed them against her leg. Cruising up another couple inches, another kiss, except this time he sucked a little softly upon raising his head up. Moving up only one inch, he grew a bit greedy, planting another kiss upon her thigh, he was starting to move to the inside. This kiss, he used his teeth to nibble a bit, lightly biting her, and she had a lot to bite. He moved northeast once more, her body feeling a bit warmer here, loincloth on his forehead where the edge of his haircut was located. He made this one count, not even a true kiss, he literally lowered his head and scooped up more of her in between his teeth. No doubt he was leaving teeth impressions in her skin, they would be there for a few chimes until her body fixed it, temporary trophies. His final kiss done, he moved on, eyeing her cloth until he passed it. His right hand let her leg down, gently bringing it to the ground, as rubbed up her left side till it found her left hip. Moving himself up, now his body was almost laying on her right, at the mercy of his full weight 'cuz of his limbs propping him up. Gliding up, his head found her soft opening, her gentle belly. There was no light, but still for some reason her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, and it almost made him wish he wasn't so damn dark... 

Almost. He leaned in to her soft looking belly, his head naturally going near her waist, hopefully she wasn't to ticklish on her sides. He cruised up, hovering his lips and light warm breath on her skin once more, until he was rejected by that vest. He quickly move on, not wanting to think about the leather, he used his body to force her body down. Laying her flat would exert a little bit more dominate feeling onto her, hopefully sparking her up a bit, as he finally made it to her chest. He placed his cheek on her vest, sliding the left side of his on the cool leather, until he found her upper chest. His face warming to the little bit of exposed cleavage, he scaled a bit, softly locking her right thigh in between his. His head finally made it to it's destination, his lips starting at her collarbone, kisses morphing to tiny scrapes with his teeth at her soft frame. After a small groove, he worked his way to the tender flesh of her neck, once again nibbling as he kept attacking. Again, his carnal side took over, and impatience got the best of him. He sped up just a bit, shifting his body on her for new love handles, his right hand going beserk. Resting on her hip, no sides, flying up and lightly gripping her shoulder. His lips mouth still biting and sucking at her neck, he was like a teething baby gnawing for candy, as he used the force of his mouth to flick his head slowly up and back in a stroking pattern. 

This sensed her up and back like a wave, he finally made it up her neck, his final kiss raising flesh between his teeth as it lightly resisted. Moving up and planting his right cheek upon her's, he still had his eyes fully closed, but he was sensing everything. He was oblivious to sounds, he was more dependent upon feelings, his hands at work. He began to breathe out of his mouth heavily, as if having a mini seizure. His right hand made it's final swipe, as it slid from her soft left sides, gliding on her vest, and quickly landing on her neck. Forcefully grabbing it, he had a prominent grip, his thumb where a man's adams apple would be. Squeezing her a bit, he brought her neck to a point of no resistance, holding it firmly like he would his scythe. Instinctively his right hand crept up, his hand raked up the back up her head, grabbing almost all his big hand could. "My... Queen! My queen is so beautiful, I love my queen." He moaned out, his body was taking control, and his will was just out the window. Rubbing his cheek against her's viciously, he still held her hair tightly forcing her head back, ready to make her arc soon. Quickly with grace, he slid down, until his body was actually in the middle of her's. Finally resting from his ravaging, he gripped her thighs with his massive hands, and raised her up as he scooted to her. His body pressing against her loincloth, he was still struggling to absorb her warmth, then he finally lowered himself. Her thighs gaping open, he rested his left cheek on her belly, his back hunched over as he hugged and embraced her. For once... He actually appreciated the female body.

But then again... There was a first for everything.

"So... My queen has done this before has she not?" K said brutally as possible, he was trying his hardest to mimic Razkar's word choices in his voice. "Was that ok for my queen... Can I make her more happy? Tell me... Please..." Ok, maybe he was too elegant to try to mimic talking like a brute, but hey he was trying. He had no skills at acting, yes he had done a bit of roleplaying in the bedroom, but this took the cake. Surely it would be practice to come, but this was crazy, hopefully Kaie didn't find his acting cheesy. All he wanted to do was please her, he hoped he didn't over do it, but maybe he was just thinking too much of it. However if he knew one thing, he knew he wasn't going to break character before her, that would just be disappointing. Kaie had skill, yes, but...

This was one type of battle he had a perfect record in... And it wasn't going to be broken here.

oocSorry for the wait... No Carter 4...
Forgive me for length, I got carried away, forgive me grammar, punctuation, and spelling errors, I ain't no author Hope you enjoy!

[Kaie]

So this was the true toe curling sort of experience all the barbarian girls had squealed about through the city streets. All this time Kaie had believed that no outsider of Falyndar, no human, could be as good a lover as any Myrian man. That all others lacked the endurance, the savage lust, and the drive her own people had a reputation for. Yet this man was different. It wasn't his skin, his language, his weapons, titles, or clothing that made it so. It was the way the man moved. The care he took and the exploration he set forth on. Another she found who paid attention to detail. Meticulous in the bedroom, that she was sure. Not the man who tore the clothes off women and went right to it. No, not for her. This knight, Kisetukai, he knew better. The mix of ethnicity was somewhat electric, the clash of cultures and surprises each had in store. The way they moved so contrary to one another but melted into one simultaneously. It was like art, the way their palette colors mixed to form something else entirely. Something breathtaking for only two to behold. Those two being the artists themselves. To stand and watch time wash away their masterpiece as it became memory rather than present, only to verbalize the beauty they were blessed by circumstance to behold. Of course that would truly finalize when they were through, when artists pressed their brushes upon a canvas. All of this was what made the experience so...Memorable. The Myrian woman had expected Kisetukai to fall short of the Myrian man of Falyndar due to their very natures. Their superiority in her ethnocentric mind. She found herself backpedaling against herself in a satisfying surprise. Their sparks were primitive. For those moments there was no difference between Myrian and human behind her closed eyes. All could be almost as savage as her brothers and sisters back at home, she now could understand. She let him do his work, not bothering to stop him in his own foreplay fantasy. Kaie would let him bend a knee for her, to glide against her and let his eyes wander. To imagine what actions to add to his queue as he went. Bold brown eyes had been shielded by delicate lids. Closed to the night world her "servant" worked in. For now her senses alone would take over. They were all the eyes she needed, for with every touch of skin on skin, there was no blind spot to her nerves. Each time he moved closer she could feel his breath on her bronzed skin. Oh, and his hands. They were all her body could see. The way they slid across her flesh to caress her in the moonlight. The Summer night's breeze compelled her skin to turn into goose flesh as a result of the cool air. Or was that the change in her sensitivity thanks to her new friend? All of that was purely for the other party to decide. Her "slave" was moving at his own pace, working as vigorously as one who believed her satisfaction would emancipate him. Or rather allow him to surmount her and let the roles be reversed. Here was a man in all his masculinity, battling on top of her for his dominance. Any outsider, if switched with her own body, would be able to see he was well versed in such a battle. Such a man would not go down so easily. That, she'd make a mental note of. She would worry about that later, but for now she laid back simply letting herself become more sensitive to the way he moved. She sighed softly as he made his way about her collar bone, kissing along her neck. The warmth of his body prominent upon hers. His words... She couldn't help but allow a gentle crooked smile to play up the side of her lips in amusement at his attempt. His try at broken Common, speaking the way her own might had they made an attempt at communicating with people around here, was somewhat comical. A break in the tension they both seemed to be enjoying. He'd been trying to impress her, to make her feel more at home even. Maybe he had read her mind before this all began, harnessing her prior beliefs about Myrians and humans. Either way, his acting hadn't spoiled the mood. That would be something very hard to do considering the work he had put in only moments ago. Just as before, she could still feel his male dominance rising deep within him, the way he pressed himself into her. Asserting himself over her. For a while she let him have his way, allowed his pride and his dominance over her to swell greater than his own physical masculinity was. That is, until she decided it was her turn. "Where I come from...Women rule over the males." She began softly like she was giving him an introduction on the ways of her people; all the while letting a bronzed hand slide to his chin where it rested upon her. Fingers teasing where soft flesh was under his chin, she gently drew his head up toward hers. Let him move to a position where he was superior over her. His body still braced between her legs as he had wished and his head hanging then just above hers. Placing him where she could address him on a more personal level, looking into his dark eyes. The same hand moved from directing him to caressing the side of his face, sliding from the warm temples of his head slowly to his cheek. "So different from other people. Us savages." She continued to say to play off his poor acting earlier. As if they were one and the same. She'd let gravity keep them close, his hands bracing his large frame in comparison to hers by her head. Kaie arched forward, pressing her cheek on his, opposite the one her hand cared for. Her aim was not for silent contact though, which she proved by sliding her face farther across his. Stopping only when her lips reached his ear. That's when her smile widened, whispering softly into his ear,"My turn..." She laid herself back down, bold brown eyes glimmering in the moonlight from her position below him. Her hand on his face slid downward. Past his throat, his strong traps, only to stop at the small of his back where she applied just a comfortable amount of pressure. Letting him sink lower upon her if he wished, to soak in his final moments of dominance over the Myrian woman. Feeling the slight change in his weight on her, one brow arched in a playful manner. Meanwhile both legs drew up close to her lower body. Her left leg shifted to be right outside and against his right leg that he had braced over her. One of the two that kept him seated like a king between her legs. Both bronzed hands moved this time, one wrapping around his left shoulder and the other reaching up to clasp his right forearm that held him up. Throwing her hips up toward her left shoulder, his body had no choice but to succumb to her bidding. He flew over her left side, body turning to roll to his back upon hitting the ground. As she controlled his path by grasping his shoulder and forearm, she went right along with him. Now he was on his back with the Myrian woman above him. More visually she had become the dominant role now, holding position and securing the title in their not-so-bedroom play. Kaie was in control and she was about to make him well aware of it. Whether there was surprise in his eyes at her risky action or not, she didn't care to look. Instead she focused on how she set herself. Her shins had settled onto the ground with ease, knees holding upon the dirt as she sat lightly upon his lower abs. Maybe not the place he wanted her to be, but wasn't that all the fun in this teasing bit before the plot? For now she trusted he'd find himself comfortable enough to let her turn the tables as violently as she wished. She leaned forward, hands beginning at the front of his traps and gliding back toward her. Running along the masculine crevice of his chest, right along the center of his ab line until her wrists tapped her thighs. From there they made their journey once more, this time detouring along his sides to finally brush his shoulder blades. She rocked her body back gently, bringing her hands down with her and angling herself back further. Crouching low to his body, like a tiger stalking its prey low along the fields, she lowered her head to meet his torso. Forehead almost touching his stomach, her tongue slid out to lick from his lower abs to the bottom of his chest in one fluid motion. Quick, but at a satisfying pace. Continuing her movement, she leaned up with her body hunched in a feminine manner over his, her lips at his ear once more. "Tonight...You are not a servant born of Falyndar," She started referencing his ploy once again. Her hands deviated from her, wandering the sensitive areas of his chest and the tops of his abs where she held herself over him. Her hands stopped then, one setting just the right amount of pressure to hold herself on his chest comfortably. The other's fingers curled back toward their master until only her index remained to swirl and draw along his collarbone. "Tonight...You are Kisetukai. Syliran Squire of the Knighthood," She explained further, turning her head toward the side of his as she spoke. Letting the words drift directly into his lobe effortlessly. All she said was true of course. She had not let him come from the water after her to play pretend, to make her believe she was with a man of her own race. Kaie had seen the boxing squire for what he was. To a woman hailing from a land so far away, this was just as exotic to her as it probably was to him. Goddess help her if any of her living kin in Taloba find out about this..."And I....I'm the best you'll ever have," Kaie finished with a certain primitive intensity to her soft voice, rocking her hips forward across his warm, brown skin. Only centimeters from his ear by the time she had finished her statement. She made use of her position, nuzzling the soft spot behind his ear with her nose, breathing onto his neck. She inhaled deeply his scent, left hand upon his chest pressing up as it moved along flesh in a more animalistic manner. Abruptly, she pulled back from his side by kissing along his jawline. Pausing only why she met the center where the two sides of the jawbone connected in the center. The hand found its way to his cheek, thumb centering itself on the corner of his right lip. That's when she did something unexpected. Well at least it might've been unexpected for him had he assumed it was a typical one night stand. One of all lust and no passion. Yet that's where she might've been deemed original in his experiences. After a moment of ceasing, she kissed the squire where she sat upon him in the darkness of the Summer night. If he let her, she took her time with it. Delicate lips moving slow upon his in a softness that contradicted her race's image for those short moments of bliss. As she finished, she slowed further, biting his bottom lip as gently as the movement as an entirely had been. All one with her osculation. As she pulled back from him in a delayed fashion, she tugged at his bottom lip carefully as it was trapped between her teeth. Finally at its peak she released and sat upright upon him again. Fingers spreading as they traced down his length once more. She arched her back and directed her head up toward the starry night sky, her own hands moving to her vest. Bronzed fingers undid the single button in the center of her vest, sliding it backward off her arms in one smooth motion. Kaie leaned down, gliding her chest across his and halting when she let her eyes flicker from his chest to his eyes, close to his face where they could see into each other's pools. "Come on, Kise. Show me your breaststroke..." She sat up again, easing herself back and moving the balls of her feet to begin to hold her weight rather than her shins. As she shoved herself backward off him, her tan hands followed the length of him from his lower abs and tracing with his contours down his inner thighs. Standing up she leaned over to grasp his hands, pulling him up with her. Though once he was up, she back stepped while holding onto him. Slowly pacing backward toward the steaming spring where it had all begun. Just when they had neared the edge, the place where the mist swirled around them in a midnight vapor, she released his hands. Walking around him, her finger traced from his upper groin to the small indentation where his spine met his pelvis. She pressed her body in close to him, letting him feel her warmth as she let her busy hands finally slide down the contours of his hips to the part that mattered most to him. A single glide meant to tease him. That came all before she changed gears, retracted her hands, and shoved roughing into his back with an unforeseeable force. Watching him fall with a splash into the heated waters of the hot spring, Kaie laughed a sound not so different from ringing of small bells. When he would come back up to face her, she eyed him playfully. Biting her lower lip, she slid off her loincloth and kicked it to the slide. Then, she jumped in and disappeared below the warm mists of the Sacred Arc Hotspring. Appearing only after she had found his legs underwater, exhaling as she came up letting herself have a feel of the areas below the surface. None excluded her mouth. Until finally she popped up, back against the rocks only inches from him. Gauging his reaction she bit her bottom lip again, bold eyes watching him where the water lapped up his chest. "What's the matter, Kisetukai? Don't you want me?" She teased in a quieter and more provocative voice, bringing him in with her voice as they both knew she eventually would. Proving for once a woman could play the love game just as well as him. Perhaps, she was the only one who could...