Closed [Thunderbay] Aerobics with an Akalak (Rengar)

[Lavira]

That flush of embarrassment was quickly changing to one of excitement as his work-weathered palms roamed her form. The skin was polished and smooth, a lightly bronzed tapestry ripe for the painting. Only her face bore trauma endured and that was softened by the rest of her spirited, almost bird like features. It made her seem more like the raptors she cared for so well.

Vira bit her lip as he explored, her breath shuddering briefly when he brushed the sides of her breasts, the conflict of her own inner morality and present desires strong. "Garren, I-"

But the woman was cut off as his lips pressed to hers, drawing, seeking. Vira found herself wanting it then, wanting that kiss, that closeness, that feeling of being wanted. She found herself, in turn, returning that first kiss, her head leaning back and toes pushing up in the water to deepen the connection. However, it was a moment too late as the woodsman withdrew, leaving her wanting.

Those carressing hands were soon pulling hers up, placing them around his neck, and for a moment, she found herself lost in his eyes, the world swept away by the shield her arms provided. This wasn't fair, his seduction an advantage over her. But how could she now resist? The answer came when he lifted her feet off the riverbottom and spread her legs around his waist, Vira locking her hands upon his neck for balance until she was settled. It didn't feel much different from suspending on a mountainside, but still noticable. The urge to resist was failing her and the teen found herself wanting to kiss him again.

Her hands moved up from the back of his neck even as he cradled hers to move over the smooth crown of his head, her own turning slightly so that the unusable eye was turned away a bit. Even when the water from the falls poured over them, she could not look away, could not turn. She drew air through her mouth and leaned forth as he did to meet the seeking lips and lose herself in the kiss. He tasted of strength and stability, a rock that would not budge no matter the force of a gale or flood.

She kissed him, her hands lowering to either side of his face, very aware of how novice she felt, a child compared to the lips of a man who had surely enveloped other fair maidens in his life. She kissed him, and let herself succumb to the lust he had fanned what felt more than just moments ago.

[Rengar]

His lips pressed against hers, a slight fervor taking over, the passion being felt beneath the woman's bare bottom. Garren was loving the way she needed him, how she held on, how the lips of a woman new to such behavior was enjoying it. What she lacked in experience she easily made up for with enthusiasm and lust. He strongly suspected she had never been with a man before, so he knew that while in the throes of passion, he would still need to be gentle. His hand cradling her head slowly slid down to the middle of her back, allowing her body to naturally bend backwards, while his muscles flexed to support her and maintain his balance. He then bent forward with her, and started kissing up the center of her torso, to the valley between her breasts. His lips then slowly made their way over to the soft mounds, nipping at the softer, smooth flesh lightly. Then his lips found their way to the little bud in the center. He took it between his lips, suckling lightly, with only the slightest hint of teeth grazing. He gave the other breast similar treatment before pulling back, the water still crashing over his shoulders, as he slowly pulled her torso back to him. He kissed her briefly once, then the lustful look in his eyes made a small change, one that seemed to be a bit more caring of her. While studying her face, his left hand was busy readjusting her bottom, lowering her down his torso. When her hips were across from him, he pulled his back from her, the closeness of their sexes evident to the woman. Aided by the water and her lust, he pushed forward gently, only a bit of ways, to give her time to get used to the new intimacy. His hips started to rock, gently, slowly, his eyes ever on her, and with each rock, he pushed in a little further. He felt her maiden resistance now, knowing there would be no turning back for her. To make it easier on her now, he pulled her face to his, his lips kissing hers fiercely. Then with one swift thrust, he pushed past her barrier, entering her into womanhood proper. He was still gentle with her after that though, his thrusts maintaining a steady, easy rhythm, his hand on her buttocks gripping a bit more firmly now. His lips were taking hers more passionately now, as he continued making love to the woman. His thrusts began to pick up in momentum and depth, him holding her body close, making the pair of them one beneath the cascading water.

[Lavira]

His suspicions would have been quite accurate, the girl curling her fingers across this head, squeezing her knees tighter to keep herself supported when his hands moved from their outposts. The kiss was broken in that moment.

However, Vira kept her head tilted downwards for the moment, her single eye watching him as he arched inwards, carressing and touching, mouth addressing a waiting chest. Her breath froze for a moment, though not for the connection of breasts and lips, but for another further along their brushing forms. It was very different, in a good sort of way. Her palms rubbed down the back of his neck then, falling upon his shoulders and holding there. The woman adjusted her hips as he nuzzled and carressed, getting a feel for what he hinted at below.

The swell of maturity, like the seductive scent of a rose caught her breath as he pushed forward, the prick of a thorn softened by the beauty of the flower so held. Vira moaned, a deep and throaty sound, one more like the soft sigh of the wind than the lusty longing of a lass breaking from her shell. She was glad for the courtesy of gentility he gave her in the easy urging of his hips against hers, tilling the soil kindly before the rock of virginity could be broken.

When he reached that wall, she tensed, the pressure alien; yet, she somehow knew the only way to overcome it was for him to break through and diffuse the delight this unusual morning would surely bring. He claimed her mouth once more, the ginger sighing into it the moment he thrust through, though her fingers fought for a usable grip upon his nape and shoulders. It was a vain effort, but not unbarable when his pace quickened like her heart. Vira could not withstand the oral embrace any further, however, and turned her head to the side, pressing blind eye into the swell of his cheek. Water swilled with the sweet odor of desire; she moaned again, lusty and muffled by the drench of the falls and the combination of mouth upon his carotid.

"You are...mean..." She panted into that curve between neck and jaw, jostled by his thrusts and her own oversensitized body. "Sooo....mean..."

[Rengar]

A sharp grin curled its way onto Garren's face, hearing the woman's exclamation. If she thought him mean now, she would find him absolutely cruel soon. His momentum picked up, the fronts of his thighs slapping against the inside of hers. Her head turned away from his gaze left her neck exposed. He bent down, kissing and suckling at it fiercely, throwing in the occasionally nip and bite. His hand was squeezing her buttocks hard enough to likely leave a bruise later, the other supporting her to him tight, his breathing fast and ragged. His increased tempo seemed to be building up to something, is moans low and animalistic in her ear. He was getting close, as he lifted his face up into the cascading water. His deep thrusts were now becoming shallower, faster ones, his muscles beginning to fatigue from exertion. The water cleared his mind of any thoughts, his body running on pure passion and lit ablaze with the culminating desire within. A loud grunt escaped his lips as his gaze turned to look down at her, his face contorted into that akin to a savage, pure lust and power. He buried himself deep into the woman as his passion exploded within her, and he held himself there, his body shuddering from the release. In that brief, ecstatic moment, he was sure he could see her soul. No longer her body, no longer the world around them, nor the thoughts in his head, just pure white light that he was certain came from the woman in his arms. Spent, he still held her there against him, not retreating from within her yet. He guided his lips to her, and unlike the kisses before, this one was light, gentle, loving, caring. "Yes, I am quite the devil." Rengar groaned inwardly, noting that his brother loved cheesy lines and boasts. Garren pulled back, man and woman separate once more, then gently eased her back into the water, still supporting her in case standing wasn't coming back to her quickly. He still held her close into his chest, arms wrapping around her, encasing the young woman, letting her know that he was still here, and not leaving any time soon. After several moments, he crouched down into the water, his hand searching the river bed. After a bit of fumbling, he found a rock with a decent edge. Not sharp enough to cut, it would still serve its purpose. "Now let us bathe, while I clean the soil from your skin. Then we can go check to see if our food is ready." The stone was meant to scrape the daily grime and dirt that build up over the day, a common method of cleaning back in Riverfall, aided by the waterfall. It would take off a layer or two of skin, making the skin positively glow when done. He intended to clean her first, and then if she liked, she could do the same to him.

[Lavira]

The teen gasped, back arching into his chest and breath held after the quick intake. Her eyes clenched shut and she tried to abstain from shouting; but the surge of sensation that rose like an erupting volcano from her lower abdomen made witholding her silence next to impossible. The near-savage rut of the akalak, her naivete and excitement, the building rupture...

The woman tossed her head back, nails biting at his nape and let out her cry, a noisy thing compared to the plain grunt he managed. Virgin lust burning, alighting across unblemished flesh, that swelled from her core in a spastic excel of muscles and heat. And all of this to be concluded in far too short a moment; the combination of spasmodic pain and euphoria was...was...heavenly. And when it ended, all she could do was lean back into him, panting against his cheek and letting her arms sag over his shoulders so that both hands hung over his spine from behind.

That cheesy line made the chiet giggle again, a breathy sound comparatively, that summarized the tingling exhaustion that swept through Lavira's form. "That is far too corny..." She whispered, wincing a little when he withdrew and set her down. Her hips ached from the held position, her rump sore from his abrasive grip, but she at least didn't sink to the bottom, a tribute to her own will power, if nothing else.

When he retrieved a rock from the riverbed, she nodded in agreement, not trusting her voice for further declaration just then lest she make a fool of herself further by laughing in such a novice way. It had yet to occur to Vira that she was HORRIBLY late for work now.

[Rengar]

Garren chuckled at the woman's reply, then started on his cleaning of her. He moved the wet hair, in a single rope, draping it over the woman's left shoulder. He then gently guided her into turning around so her back was to him, exposing her right shoulder and neck curve to him. He placed a single kiss at the crook between the muscles, then took the rock, and holding it at an angle, scraped it lightly over her skin. It glided easily with the water pouring over them, and grime slowly began to come away. He was careful, intimate, and meticulous, ensuring to clean all the skin from her neck, down her arm, then repeating the process on the left side, each time placing a soft skin upon her skin before scraping. He then started on her back, his kisses and stone moving along the lines of her muscles, following every contour. He could see her skin becoming cleaner, fresher, rejuvenated, he could smell the scent of their coupling scrape away from her skin. He worked his way lower and lower, reaching the smooth curves of her buttocks. He continued his cleaning beneath the water's surface, guiding his way with his free hand, feeling every curve of her. When he was finished, he turned her around to face him, and continued the process on her equally enticing front side. He made sure to be extra careful around her breasts, especially the sensitive buds, for he had no desire to hurt her. As he continued lower, he considered avoided her sex, guessing it to be extremely sensitive at the moment. He kept the stone away from it, but he let his guiding hand glide between her thighs, gently, softly, feeling at the curious curls, the soft skin, and the radiant warmth. He didn't linger long, finishing the cleaning on her legs, then standing upright before her. He then handed her the stone, a teasing smile on his face, "Your turn." He hoped she would enjoy the learning of his body as he had hers. He would stand stoically while she cleaned him, unless she needed him to bend down to reach the higher parts of him. And the entire time she cleaned him, that intense gaze would be watching her, but there would be a playfulness dancing just behind it. Brother, I'm growing fond of this one. I know you are Garren, try not to mess it up. This woman isn't your typical type. It has been a while since one caught my interest with more than her body. Have there been any for you since Nyla? Syaria. Ah yes, you really were fond of that Drykas woman, Syaria Goldenflax right? Yeah, I miss her, do you remember when she died? It's been several decades, I don't even remember when we noticed her Lacun mark. I wish Nyla and the girls were here. We've been gone for too long, far too long. I know brother, me too. Maybe we'll return one day. We're both so weary of travel. Rengar's thoughts went quiet, and Garren returned his focus to his partner. He was looking forward to lunch with her, to get a proper chance to get to know her, find out more about her. He made her need him, but now he needed her.

[Lavira]

Lavira rarely allowed herself the opportunity to enjoy another's company; her friendships were few and spread across the city, but even they did not seem as grand as what had just transpired. Really, a dinner out with Fenris or free time talking to that Endal she'd formally met last season at the Edge, they were miniscule compared to this. While Garren scraped the night and mornings grime from her skin, she reflected further.

She loved her work, and all who met her knew this. They knew Vira almost as a workaholic. Unless you were Dek, one didn't simply do nothing but work! And yet, that was what the Chiet did; she devoted her time to the eagle mothers and hatchlings, and when not working alongside them, she was studying and training, honing her abilities to perform as a master would, to teach these young birds what it was to be a Wind Eagle and serve the community they co-existed in, at least when mom wasn't around. It was more than a full time job and Vira had long since accepted this, the chance at self-redemption quickly leaped on when the Valintar had offered it to her three years past.

But it as more than just working with the birds; the teen knew that to really do what she felt was her duty, she'd need to rise above her placement as Chiet. That, however, was going to take time, and likely quite a bit of it. Time the girl couldn't afford to waste.

She turned with his urging, trying not to squirm too much when her scrubbed around nethers, the nerves still far too sensitive right now. The whole thing was over before she knew it and he was handing her the stone to return the favor. Courteously, she took it and began, using a hand to guide her path as she gestured him to raise one leg and rest the foot on her knee. With both legs this would be done, the rock moving across the amethyst skin to work away the mornings activities.

The woman ascended carefully, pausing when she reached his rump and considering how to groom without enticing him beyond what had already occurred. Vira cleared her throat and murmured a shy apology as her hands slid between his legs and delicately rubbed him clean, using only her fingers and knuckles instead of the stone. There was a precision about the way she worked, an attention to detail, that would ensure no spot was missed. Gesturing him to bend, she cleaned his back and then moved back to the front, working the stone across his abdomen and pecs and then pulling him down again to finish his neck and head.

Her nails would carressing his scalp carefully, as though looking for scratch or gouges her juvenile clinging might have caused. When she neared completion, Vira noticed his stoicism, the shadow of the man she'd woken to hidden behind that emotionless visage.

"Garren?" She asked, canting her head to settle that single eye on him, studying and trying to read what was not there. It almost looked like he'd gone off somewhere in his mind, lost too far in his thoughts to really see or hear the present. It was a somewhat unsettling look, the sensitive Inartan clearing her throat once more and hurrying through the remainder of his grooming. "Ahem, all done."

[Rengar]

"Apologies little bird, I was lost in memories long since past." His mood was somewhat dampened, but only mildly. His face split into a carefree smile, then with a mischievous upturn shortly thereafter. He picked the woman up, one arm behind her knees, the other behind her shoulders, and lifting her up to chest height. He then turned toward the sandy bank and began the walk back, finding it much akin to when he'd found her unconscious earlier. But rather than carrying a lifeless load to simply move her out of harm's way, he cared and carried. Keeping her safe, not wishing to harm her, letting her listen to the powerful heart that beat in his chest. He let her down at the bank gently, grabbing at her clothes, shaking them to loose any sand or nosy insects, then handing them to her. He then found his own breeches, axe resting by them. He pulled them on and laced them up quickly, then sliding his axe into its loop. He then moved to Lavira's side, and slide his hand into hers, interlocking fingers, "So what do you think that Dek made us for lunch? I'm hoping for one of those fat seals from the Bay, the ones with those long noses." Garren looked to the sky, noting the placement of Syna, and had guessed their little trip back from Thunder Bay, their lovemaking, and the bathing had easily taken an hour. The Dek should easily have the meal underway, possibly even done. If not, he was going to meet the surly side of Garren. He started southward, gently tugging at the woman, always in charge, but never the dictator. It was only a few chimes into the hike when Garren's gifted nose smelt cooking meet and woodsmoke. It wasn't a fishy smell, so he was a little let down that he wasn't getting his seal. Soon they were back at his camp, the Dek tending to what looked to be a wild cat of some sort. Garren didn't mind wild cat, and it actually seemed like the Dek knew what he was doing as he cooked. Garren led the woman over to a large log he'd had set up for seating, helping her to sit first, then joining her, while their meal finished. He could tell by the smell, the lack of char, they had several chimes more until they could eat. If you like this one, don't lie to her. Never lie to her. I can do that. Tell her about our kind, let her know up front what she's dealing with. "Lavira, have you ever met any of my kind? I know Akalak don't visit Wind Reach often. I feel I must tell you about us if you haven't, for we aren't exactly what many Inarta would call... normal."

[Lavira]

The chiet was struck by his tenderness now, the lift out of the water, the careful cradle as he carried her ashore. The last kind of care she'd experienced was back in childhood, before yer Yasi time. But the affection of a parent was different from what had just transpired. Vira recognized that immediately. This was...a good kind of different.

Vira shrugged outwardly when asked what lunch might be, dressing quickly once her clothes had been fetched. The methodical way in which she garbed herself further shining on the habitual nature of the young Inartan. Change was strange, routine was not. First she donned her undergarments and bryda, pulling it up and tightening the leather thongs to keep the willowy material from sliding free. Then came her katinu, Vira pulling the larger opening over her head and settling it under her breasts and then tying the straps behind her neck after pulling her hair to one side. Finally, came the careful placement of the leather strip baring the bay eagle feather. This was handled with extreme care, the plume always observed delicately. It wasn't really worth more than a few pinions, but the sentimentality of it was great.

With both of them dressed now, the teen started back to the camp but found her hand quickly claimed by the purple man, her brow lifting curiously as she tilted her head slightly to get sight of this and then back up to his face. This whole morning had turned very odd and Vira honestly wasn't sure what she was going to do; she knew she was late, knew she should begin insisting that she leave and head back to the city before she got into trouble for missing her shift...and yet, his own insistance kept hers at bay. It wasn't fair in the slightest.

They reached the camp finally and the woman slid her hand from his, scratching at the bottom of her neck distractedly while absorbing the scent of the pending meal. It was almost like a reverse-date. Sex then dinner. It was the kind of thing she heard other Chiets doing if they felt like it, their promiscuity quite different to her more reserved nature. But how could she judge now? Maybe it was just a one time thing.

How wrong she was.

The red-head sat the log and looked around the clearing, just trying to keep her mind busy, until Garren spoke to her. His tone, however, shone a light on the seriousness of his question, any sense of jest or grin quickly reconsidered as the teen shook her head. "Er, not in the sense that I just went through. I know a few Tukant words and that Akalak are various shades of blue, like you, but, well, not much more." She paused a moment, turning her head in that way again so that he was fully centered in her sight. "You're talking to an Inartan, Garren. We live in a volcano and ride giant birds. How abnormal can you be?"

[Rengar]

Garren sighed, his brother sending him vibes of support and reinforcement. One hand rested on his forehead, then slid backwards over the top. "Okay, this story could take a while, and I personally haven't told it for a long, long time. The first thing about Akalaks, is that we all come from a city known as Riverfall, in the Cyphrus region, far to the southeast of here. Our city is built into the cliffs, around the largest waterfall in all of Mizahar. It is one of the most beautiful cities I've had the pleasure of living in, and the people define hard work. We aren't just blues and purples either, we can come in greens, reds, and even blacks. And we all have several things in common, traits rarely seen in other races. The first of which is that we can live for a really long time. I'm one hundred and eighty six years old, one-eighty-seven in two days actually now that I think about it. And this is not old for my race, for some of our elders are four hundred years old. And from these elders, we learn that our race is not what it was before the storm. We've always been a race of all males, so we rely on other races to reproduce, and with few exceptions, our children are also males. However, our numbers, our ability to reproduce have dwindled greatly. It is quite difficult for our race to achieve conception with a woman, and can often be dangerous for her. I have put your life in danger, today, and for that, I'm deeply sorry. Woman pregnant with our children suffer a pregnancy that is twice as long as normal, and is often fraught with danger. I feel I should have warned you before hand, but I... I lost myself to you. You've captivated me in a way I've not felt for a long time. One who lives as long as I tries to not get attached, but I do find myself failing this day. So again, I'm sorry, I know the odds of conception are low, so I have faith you will be fine, but the gods can often be fickle. And that isn't the worst of the unspoken truths I've kept from you. There is one more important trait about my race, the most important. I have a brother you've not met, and yet, you sort of have. He's not my brother in the sense that you might have a brother or a sister. All Akalaks have two souls within a single body. I am Garren, and he is Rengar, and we both sit her next to you. I promise, I am not insane, there is no disorder causing this. It is a gift to us from our gods, Wysar and Akajia. This entire day, you've been with me, Garren, and not Rengar. It sounds impossible, and if you were to run, you would not be the first woman to do so, and I would not blame you. That is just the beginning of the many stories I have, and I'm sorry for putting so much of this on your shoulders. It wasn't right, it isn't fair, but I am what I am, just as you are what you are. I'm telling you this, because I'm quite fond of you, and as such, you deserve the truth, all of it. If you wish to leave, I will understand. I am now at your mercy Lavira." Garren lowered his head, not in shame, but to further show his sorrow toward the woman, his shoulders slumping with it. He stared at the fire, lost in it, as he was sure she would get up from the log, and he'd never see her again. That was the right thing to do brother. I'm proud of you. I know. If she turns me away, can we return to Nyla? If that's what you want, then yes. Are you going to tell her about Nyla, and the others? In time I will.