Nocturnal Escapades

[Desideria]

((Please don't be bothered by the plainness of this post, I haven't made a fancy postscript for Desi yet! XD))

Timestamp Summer 513, Day 43
Time: After Dark
Location: Heading toward the city itself, flying above the fields.

Night had finally fallen across the Syliras region, the sky fading to a velvety black, the stars glittering overhead like a myriad of crystals, the crescent moon bright enough to light the way of the nocturnally inclined. It was a rather pleasant night, well, as pleasant as summer nights could be, at the very least. It could not be described as silent, for there was always some sort of noise, if one just took the time to pay attention to their surroundings. A warm breeze rustled the grasses of the fields and nocturnal animals were beginning to stir from their slumber.

The nighttime traveler understood full well that it was rarely a wise idea to travel alone-- but she had so far had no difficulties; mainly because she preferred to take to the air when she was not in a city or town and she had yet to encounter a bird of prey or worse that took to the sky after sunset. Had she been traveling by day, she would have doubtlessly been spotted by the Knights or someone else-- and that may not have ended well. As it was, she would have to be on her best behavior during her stay once she arrived in the city: she had heard that her kind was oftentimes viewed with suspicion there and even looking at someone wrong could end her in quite a bit of trouble. While she wasn't the kind to cause trouble, she just had to remind herself to be even more careful than normal, once she would reach the city.

But such thoughts could wait until she actually reached the castle-city proper. For the time being, what mattered was just enjoying herself until she reached her destination. Flight was her preferred method of travel and regardless of how many times she banked and glided, rolled and soared, there was something about such actions that were rather enjoyable; especially when an updraft caught her wings and lifted her even higher. If asked, the Zith woman would not be able to explain her thoughts about flight, but it wasn't exactly like she would try to explain anyhow.

There was no denying that her flight was lazy that night. She was in absolutely no rush and she could not yet see the main gates of the castle-city. While she did want to alleviate her boredom and at least tour the city itself, possibly even purchase a few things, she would not hurry unless there was a reason. Her wings flapped lazily, languidly, as she continued onward.

((Definitely not my best, but my very first post is usually not too great. XD))

[Cole Skyborne]

Another dull night with nothing to do... Cole had found himself wandering the streets with his wings folded lazily upon his back. There were few of the humans out tonight, mostly only the night patrol. No point in trying to hide from them, he had heard they can smell a Zith throughout Syliras. Not that he believed such a thing, the stink of the city would be too strong for their noses, almost too strong for his own... but being the weird one he enjoyed the rankness, it was different and unique to the city. The young zith stopped in his tracks, his clawed toes tapping on the path lightly before silencing. He could hear something familiar... wing beats. Closing his eyes and slowly turning, his sensitive ears focused on that one repeating sound. Another Zith... Smaller than himself by the sound of the wingspan... Female or young male, maybe... Maybe that was wishful thinking, it could have been a large bird just out of eyesight but closer than the Zith would have been. Still, bird for a snack or a Zith... His body almost lurched into action, his wings bolting straight out and with a bend of his knees he kicks off and flaps one good time to send himself skywards. A few more beats of his wings had him above Syliras entirely. There! It is a Zith! Keen Zith eyes, a prized possession... Again it was almost instinct, shifting his frame and lurching forward his wings slice through the air with heavy beats. Red eyes locked on the female, his lips curled to a grin. It had been so long since he had seen another of his kind, longer still since he had seen a female... He would not be difficult to notice, not when he was aimed straight for her, clawed hands poised ready to grab and eyes gleaming with the need to catch up for lost time. Mine, mine, MINE! This was far out of Cole's normal, he was usually the one to fight his animal urges... but was that really necessary when another zith was around? Would she care if he succumbed to his instincts? Would he care if an uncivilized Zith cared? ... Probably not... He was coming in hot, with her coming into the city and him originating from it, there would be no mistaking where Cole was aimed, or perhaps what his intentions were once he captured his target. His superior size would probably be enough to instill intimidation, especially with the speed he had taken. She did not know his partially tamed nature, she would not know his medical training or lacking combat skills, just that he was bigger and heading her way... Come now, fly into my arms, pretty girl... Time for your checkup! It was odd where his mind went at times...

[Desideria]

The young Zith woman tilted her head upon hearing strong, fast wingbeats heading in her direction. Curiosity shone in her basalt-black eyes; there was no possibility that this was some sort of nocturnal bird! The wingbeats were far too fast and strong for that. It did not take longer than the span of a few seconds for her Zith eyes to notice that she was flying directly at another of her kind; a male Zith with bright red eyes. It had been a while since she'd encountered another of her kind (and that had been no one's fault but her own, what with her desire to learn and travel) but she couldn't help but wonder if he'd find it overly rude if she engaged him in something of a little game?

She certainly hoped not, as rude was one thing that she certainly was not. He was quite a bit larger and doubtlessly much stronger than her; which added a measure of possible danger to the game. But who was to say that she didn't enjoy a bit of danger every now and again? In fact, in the right circumstances,danger could be downright pleasurable. There was always the possibility that he was uncivilized or far more dangerous than she presumed him to be; but there was no turning back now.

With a coy "come hither" wink and giggle, when there was just a few scant feet separating them, she would increase the speed and frequency of her wingbeats, speeding up so that she could try her best to dart right past him, probably brushing the edge of one of her wings against his, right before banking to the left. Come on, you can't possibly think I'm going to give you something for nothing, correct? She would do her best to lead him on a merry little hunt! After all, there was something thrilling about hunting... or being hunted. (But if she had been too slow in her evasive maneuvers, she would put up a playful mockery of a fight. She was only playing after all; at least for right now.)


No one had ever accused her of being normal and well, Desideria had no desire to really be normal anyhow Who is the hunter and who is the prey? She couldn't help but ponder that question. It was an incredibly interesting question, as far as she was concerned. Either one of them could easily turn the tables on the other and only skill would prove if strength and size or speed and agility would win out. No, she wasn't intimidated... at least not yet. A bit more cautious than she would have been under other circumstances, but not intimidated. It would take more than size and strength to intimidate her right away. She wasn't even sure if she'd care, if she'd encountered a feral Zith who had only wanted to fulfill animalistic instincts and simply fly off afterward. Such was part of who her people were, after all and they couldn't be blamed.

[Cole Skyborne]

She was coming right at him! His mind raced with the thoughts, perhaps she wanted the same? As they came within feet of coliding at high speeds he had the brisk thought, the feel of her silken fur under his claws, the grip of her wings around his body and his around hers with hips thrusting unseen in the bundle... NOT! She zipped right past him! It took all the speed of his limbs he could muster to even get close, and with that he could only feel the fur of her legs along his claws. He had probably cut into the flesh beneath, but it would not be deep, he had been trying to grab, not gash, but at the high speeds it was a scant chance to actually accomplish that... Still, he could see by the way she moved, the speed she had taken and the way she avoided him so close their wings bumped enough to stall his flight for only a tick... She was playing with him... A game of danger and delight in the sky... His frame turned virticle to increase the air resistance to stop and inevitably drop, but with another redirection of his body he was swooping into a speeding stream. He was below her now, a good few yards behind, but his wings were larger, he had experience carrying heavy loads at high speeds across vast distances till the point it felt his wings would fall off. Maybe this would give him the advantage... He shouted out, his throat working the familiar tones the Zith used and understood but others would not. "Why do you run? I could give you so much PLEASURE!" That was the gist of his call to Desideria... from it she would most likely realize what he was after. A young Zith male, looking to sate his most primal urge; lust. Cole gained altitude to nearly streamline behind the woman his wings almost pounded through the air. The equivalent of sprinting was tiresome, but it would work to catch up. All the while those crimson eyes peer over her shape, her wings, her general flight posture. She was very beautiful by his opinion, with a backside he did not mind following... "Give up now and I'll even play nice!" A warning to this stranger... He was already excited, the trousers he had chosen to wear bulging... She did not wear such constricting clothing. That alone solidified his decision to have his way... When he was close enough his clawed hands snapped forward in the attempt to snag the woman's ankles. If he could just grab her... he'd yank her back and hold her nice and close. He'd never tried having his way while airborne... could be fun.

RenamingHad to change the name again... This time it's Cole and it should stick!

[Desideria]

Her features were alight with mischief as they nearly collided; neither knowing quite what the other wanted and grasping at straws, which only made the game that much more delightful. Her own laughter became more throaty and devilish, she just couldn't help herself, she was enjoying herself far too much... and what was to say that there wasn't to be a reward for the hunter? Her laughter paused, became a somewhat startled gasp for a second when his claws reached out, trailed along her lower legs and just slightly rent the flesh beneath her fur: minor lacerations, little more than scratches that would sting for a few minutes before being forgotten about. Had they not been flying as fast as they both had, he would have had her by the ankles: it had been sheer luck on her behalf that she'd managed to avoid immediate capture. That laughter resumed again though, as she tilted to the left and into a slow, languid little roll; pulling out of that roll just a few seconds after he had dropped beneath and behind her.

She was used to flying for long distances, but not at such high speeds and was beginning to tire. But she would continue their game for just as long as she could, turning her head back every now and again to steal glances at her undeniably attractive pursuer. She grinned broadly at his inquiry and with a wingbeat that propelled her into a lazy dive, she called back: "Run? Oh, but I'm not running from you; I simply thought you might be into sport!" It was voiced in Zithanese as well; her flight posture languid, playful, but graceful at the same time. She no longer had any doubt about what his intentions were and she had no qualms about being the object of his lust. She couldn't keep from grinning broadly at his warning that he'd play nice if she gave up.

"Play nice?" She sounded rather confused, as though the thought of playing nice or fair had never crossed her mind-- and in fact, it had not. Yes.. play nice, at least until we're acquainted. I wonder what your idea of 'nice' is, though? Probably much different than mine, but why don't we see? There were many ways by which one could define "nice" and she was extremely curious to see what his definition of nice might be. "With such a request, I suppose it would only be fair if I were to play nicely as well." So, they had reached an agreement, at least! Later, there would be time for introductions and everything else, at least as far as she was concerned. So, she slowed her pace considerably, which was only fair.

Clawed hands closed around her ankles and with a teasing giggle, she put up only a teasing mockery of a fight: flapping her wings frantically a few times, twisting and feigning a struggle. Oh, sure, she could have fought back more, if she wanted to; but she didn't feel like it, it was just an end to one game and the beginning of a much more pleasurable one. "You caught me, I give up." A broad grin punctuated that statement.

[Cole Skyborne]

Sport? Ahh she was definitely playing with him... His pride lurched within his breeches when she offered no denial and even slowed to allow his hands to grip her ankles. She would be his! All his! When she struggled though, one hand slipped, but the other only tightened. With a grunt he yanks the young female back, pulling her underneath him. His newly free hand reaches up to grab at her upper thigh and with his wings folding in he pulls himself up her body, weighing her down greatly for a moment. If she did not increase her efforts, she would find Cole underneath her again, his wings tucked in close forcing her to carry their weight. He had doubts she could, but if she were to fall, he'd carry her - that was just a part of what he would call nice. If he managed to take the desirable position, she would no doubt feel her legs parting around his as he wedged his knees upwards between her thighs, parting her thin limbs to place his crotch close to hers, still clothed in the cheep cloth breeches. Desideria could probably feel the throbbing desire resting beneath the constricting clothing. "That's a good girl..." He spoke in common, which if she spoke the language too she'd notice he was quite a bit more fluid and efficient with the tongue. "Now, how about helping me with these pants... My hands are a bit occupied..." They were indeed, after finding a good placement, he used his palms to press against her back, moving them slowly in a light massage of the working muscles around her wings. His legs had spread so their shins wraped around one another. As an added touch, he even spread his clawed toes to intertwine them with hers, just to keep them nice and close... All in all, he was definitely prepared to take her, right here, right above Syliras... They were too far up to tell what was going on, Cole was not even sure if the laws applied over the city... Maybe he could get away with this little animal outburst..

[Desideria]

Even one such as Desi had to give in and play every now and again, even if she didn't often play such games. Oh, it would have been easy to have gone back on her word just to lead him in aerial pursuit for a few more minutes; but sustaining a high-speed chase for too much longer would have more than likely left both parties tired, which, in turn, would probably have required them both to take a break in their games for a few moments. So, instead of soaring off again when one hand tightened around her ankle and she was jerked beneath him somewhat roughly. You like it when they fight back, huh? She thought, that mischievous little smirk not fading as his other hand closed around her upper thigh. She was indeed weighted down when his weight joined her own and for those few seconds, she didn't bother to fight back-- nor did she even attempt to hold them aloft. Instead, she simply stopped beating her wings and let them both plummet. A sudden free-fall that would last merely for a few heartbeats and would drop them perhaps two feet or less.

She had engaged in such maneuvers when she'd flown by herself; simply because she found such plummeting to be rather fun in and of itself; a maneuver that usually caused the adrenaline to pump even harder, though the falls were typically controlled and never lasted for long. This instance was absolutely no different in that regard; though when she tried to pull them both out of the fall, it was unsurprising that she couldn't gain altitude again; not while trying to lift his weight again as well. But at least she could manage to pull them out of the fall and into a glide, even if just for a short time. She was unaccustomed to carrying the weight of anyone other than herself and her possessions.

She would redouble her efforts again, straining to maintain the glide and trying to fight for altitude once again. Preoccupied with her efforts, she did not even realize that he was helping keep them aloft-- or that he'd managed to claim the position that he'd been fighting for; not for a few seconds, at any rate- and once she stopped fighting so hard to keep them both aloft, it was too late to resume play-struggling: she had been captured -and even though she enjoyed it when she was in complete control and had the upper hand, such things weren't always necessary.

"Good?" She laughed throatily, still speaking Zithanese for a moment, "What's the fun in being good?" A light verbal tease; she was usually quite prepared with them. It was a bit surprising that he'd switched to speaking Common and even more unusual that he sounded more fluent in it than their native tongue. Something that she'd just have to ask about later. It was just a good thing that she could speak and comprehend Common as well. "I think I might be able to help with that," She replied; in the Common tongue, her words were somewhat slower-paced than when she spoke Zithanese, her vocal pitch an octave lower. She was versed enough in the language to get by, but the pronunciations and intonation were somewhat odd.

Her wingbeats became slower, almost lazy, as he began massaging the flight muscles that surrounded them. Their legs and clawed toes were entwined, but there was still enough room between them for a bit of maneuverability. She lightly trailed her clawed fingertips along his sides slowly, intentionally taking her time, every movement meant to tease, perhaps even to provoke, until she finally unfastened his pants and slid them down, her hands trailing slowly back up his hips and around to the small of his back, her touch feather-light for the moment.

Let's give the night-birds a good show. While she had heard of the city's laws, she had absolutely no idea of the laws of the ground applied to that of the sky. And well, if there was anyone out and about with eyes sharp enough to see them, they'd probably just appear to be large birds or something of the sort given how high above the ground they were. And well, that was something to consider sometime later.

[Cole Skyborne]

The difficulty keeping them up brought a smirk to his lips. He had not been helping, not one bit... as dead weight he intended for them to fall, though when she dips down it he had almost jumped the gun with a flinch of his wings. He let her suffer under his weight for a moment longer, trying to work his pants down while keeping them aloft... The game she had started would be the game he finished... Finally, with his pants down and his length springing forth to nestle between her thighs, Cole took over. His larger wings spread, wrapped around hers to suggest she keep them close, then with a twist of his body, using his legs wrapping hers as leverage he turns them right-side up. If she had pulled her wings in for the moment the maneuver would have been simple, if not he would be fighting the gusts her wings gave off to turn them. After they were upright, their legs hanging below, she could have easily opened her wings once more to keep them even in height, each carrying their own weight, fighting against each other to gain altitude yet. His hands on Desi's back pressed her close to his chest, his legs kept them from pulling apart. IF she held onto him, even the strongest of wingbeats between them would not pull the two apart. With the position locked, her help or not, his hips slide back, using his clawed toes against hers to maneuver, he ligned up. The thick head aimed between the Zith's thighs did not stay stationary long. With a hard thrust he had near run her through, and not once, but repeatedly. Cole held no mercy, only delighted growls and moans and grunts of effort and delight. Slow, deep penitrations matched with the caressing palms against her back and the curling of his toes around hers, in all he was playing nice. This was his version of nice, a mutual pleasure (as best as can be offered when a thousand feet plus altitude.) [ooc]Excuse the short post, being rushed but will make it up to you next round![/ooc]

[Desideria]

((No problem at all! Mine's short too, so you don't need to apologize- next post will be much longer; I'm trying to eat dinner and post at the same time. XD))

The trick with making her try to keep them aloft was one that had been no fair, especially since for the most part, he had been nothing more than dead weight. But his reaction to her letting them plummet made up for it, she was certain of that much. She realized a bit too late that she should have let them fall perhaps a foot or two more, just for a few moments. It would have been interesting; perhaps she should have sent them into a spin on the way down as well? That would have been interesting as well, possibly even fun, but it would have made her secondary task all the more difficult.

At last, Cole had decided to help out and not a moment too soon; her relief was verbalized as just a soft sigh as she took the non-verbal hint and pulled her wings in close. Had she not folded them during his maneuvering, it could have put them in a fairly awkward, if not rather precarious, positon. Once they were upright again, she unfolded her wings so that she could at least partially support her own weight and keep their height even. Pulled in close and nestled against his chest, Desi lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, her clawed hands carressing his shoulders, calves rubbing against his.

She had no complaints about his merciless onslaught; in fact, Desi matched his growls with deep, throaty growls and groans of her own; her claws seeking to part velvety fur and graze, perhaps even lightly lacerate, the flesh beneath as they found and maintained an unhurried, pleasurable pace. She would tilt her head upward and bite the side of his neck a couple of times, just grazing his fur and flesh with her teeth the first time and increasing the pressure a bit the second and third time; she was actually being a "good girl," at least for right now, as they used each other for mutual pleasure and satisfaction, perhaps even to alleviate boredom. Besides, it was always a good idea to play "nice" and be "good" when entwined far above the ground, for one simple little mishap could have been quite devistating. (Had they been on the roof of some building or even on the ground, Desi probably would have completely forgotten that she'd decided to be "good.")

[Cole Skyborne]

It took a moment to get into the groove, but when he had it all became well. Each powerful flap of his wings came with a thrust of his hips, driving the Zith's throbbing cock into the younger, smaller female in his grasp. He near beat her with his hips, but he was not oblivious to how she played nice.The nips and minor cuts brought a throaty growl from the older male. The pain then pleasure of teeth and claws were only enticing him further. Not a true word was spoken between the two, they knew nothing of one another, not even names. Then again, did you need such a thing to kiss? No. Without hesitation his hips stopped, keeping her impaled deep on his aching girth. One hand rose from her back to pull back her head with a gentle (or if need be rough) tug of her hair. Cole would then steal a kiss from her lips, deep, lustful, and uncontrolled. He did not release her, but he did continue his thrusting, now joined with the thrust of his tongue to snake past her lips. This stranger was foreign to this land and spoke better Zithenese than Common... She had to be tamed eventually, but not right now. Even Cole had forgotten his manners at this point... The tight feel of the Zith's womanhood gripping him was enough to erase his moral judgement and the feel of her soft fur brushing against his, her breasts pressed against his chest... All he could think about was how hot she was between her thighs, how fragile she seemed. 'I could break her with my bear hands..." The thought, though grim, was oddly arousing... Just like his slave, he could do as he wished. He was not one to crave power, but intertwined with this woman brought instincts to life. His hips sped and his growls against her lips ensued. He would do as he wished, and she would like it - or he would make her like it...