Completed Foes with Benefits. [Raven]

[Markus Andres]

Of course she did not respond. Didn't need to. They both knew the answer to the question. She wanted him - or atleast she wanted him to think she did. Play with him a little more as a personal plaything. Markus on the other hand had about the same goal in mind, except he truly desired the physical aspect. But first when she had admitted to doing something wrong. That she did not answer him, say the obvious words did annoy him a little. Would have been a good angle to wedge himself under her skin and start arousing the lust for him he could see she had. The woman spoke and her palms found his chest. The curl that appeared betrayed him slightly. But the rest held firm to her tempting approach. She continued. Spoke a soft sentence with a slightly pause that did leave him wanting her to continue. To elaborate and the finish did give him a slight reprieve. Her body, did not. She pushed her body against him and he knew that would spell the doom of his plan to have her be the one in desire of him. To have her open up first and admit the desire. The gods would know that he wanted to reach down and scope her up. The look of lust appeared on his face as he felt her breast press against him. Eyes upon hers moonlight amber eyes.

If he had thought her beautiful under the gaze of Syna, he had seen nothing yet. Leth bathed her in a wonderful blue hue, the amber eyes given a new shade and a new depth that spoke to him in volumes her tongue could not. Her mouth let out a breath of air at him, alcohol was on her lips. The lips of red, coloured to draw attention no doubt. They did their job as his eyes lingered on the shade of red before he was reminded of her question.

"You really want to know?" He whispered softly into her ears. His right hand found her side. Resting close to her chest, softly brushing the inside of her arm. Eyes on the moonlit ambers - Drawing him to her. Neared her lips as they often did, but he turned his head. Not wanting to give her the satisfaction. A teasing brush of his lips did touch her jawline. Before lingering closer to her left ear. "You remember by the lake?" He knew she did, the woman always got the same look of content bliss when the two brushed closely together. He was always reminded of the same. Now it was time to use that lust for a shared memory against her in their game of cat and mouse. Markus right hand slid under her arm. Sliding down her back, pressing against it slightly. Pressing her against him like they had on that day. It was a fond memory. One that her subsequent actions had been unable to taint despite what seemed like her best efforts. The left hand didn't bother with the long route. It found her waist. Put pressure on it slightly.

"You remember the heat." A small breath of warmth against her exposed neck in the chilly evening. "The passion as we gave in to the lust." Lips brushed over the same spot on her neck. Both hands slid over her hips and down to her buttocks. "Let our bodies find the..." He gripped her firm buttocks and pulled her lower body closer to him. The satisfaction of a low moan. His lips parted for his tongue, it slowly moved up her delicate and slender neck. "... pleasure." The lust for her in his voice was genuine. He wanted her. His hands moved south again. Like he had both at the lake and yesterday. To lift the woman and her godlike body. He was beginning to suspect she loved when he did that, used his muscles for more than show.

A show that ended there. Before he lost the ability to stop. Tongue back in his mouth. His lips not by her neck any more. There was a small whisper into her ears. "Now you know how I felt yesterday~" The voice sharp with a sudden edge. His hands suddenly didn't caress her buttocks and thigh any longer as he took a step away from her. Creating some much needed room for him to recover any semblance of a defence for what would come next. He would not continue, not elaborate for her any longer. To explain was to show weakness, to show how humiliated he had felt. The shame. Anger that accompanied the memory.

[Raven Nightfoot]

Raven had been hoping that his resistance would be much weaker, hoping that all the pent up frustration from the day before would just be anxiously waiting for her to tap the lid and watch it explode. No such luck, which was extremely annoying because she was definitely feeling close to the limit, after all he hadn't been the only one to be turned on the day before, she'd been every bit as hungry for him as he was for her. He began speaking, or rather whispering, the sound in her ears and his large hand on her side made her smirk grow just as his lips passed by hers to graze at her cheek, her eyes now closed as she began to enjoy his actions. Slowly he began to lead her on a trip down memory lane, not that she needed to be reminded of that gods damned lake. The squire began to lay down a trail of breadcrumbs for her to follow, just as she had done the day before. And just as he had done the day before, she fell for it. Each time he'd remind her of a different aspect of their time on the lake, but instead of just words he added sensations, sensations that ran through her body and enhanced the memories. Each move he made earned him a reaction. His warm breath on her neck. A smile. His lips on that same spot. A soft moan. And by the time he was done, the hands on her butt gliding down to her thighs, to her favourite part, the part when he used his superior strength to his advantage, by the time it reached that point she had let out a soft whimper of anticipation. Her skin was on fire and she was more than ready to be pressed even tighter against his body, to strip his clothes off and have her way with him. "Now you know how I felt yesterday~" The lust in his voice had her convinced that he was about to grant her his precious pleasures, that he'd given up on his anger and given in to his lust, but unfortunately he had her fooled. Her amber eyes opened with a confused expression as his sensual assault on her body suddenly came to a halt and he stepped away. She tried to hide the disappointed look on her face as it remained there for only a tick, but that was more than long enough for him to see. Finally it hit her, all the teasing had just been part of his sweet and successful revenge. She didn't care about what he'd felt the day before, even though what she was feeling now was probably very similar, the stinging rejection hitting her for a third time in such a short time space. Petching piece of shyke. When she'd seen him in the tavern she'd already planned on making him hers for the night. But now he'd gone and exploited her lust and it almost seemed spoilt, tainted, almost. Failure certainly decreased the added satisfaction that she usually got from their exchanges and now all that remained was the physical lust, that and anger. The anger flashed on her face as she forced him against a nearby wall, shoving him roughly, perhaps too roughly. He was big, he could take it. "You know, when I saw you in the pub I had every intention of making it up to you." she said annoyedly and honestly. "But now you're just going to have to settle for an angry petch." she said as she pressed her body against his.

[Markus Andres]

The aspect of him, that he so dearly had tried to bury deep inside, which enjoyed this little game of cat and mouse. Enjoyed to manipulate Raven into the dark lustful place of her mind where everything was simple and straight forward. The world of sex and lust. A world Markus was so unfamiliar with, incapable of truly understanding the way Raven probably did. Though when he saw the expression on her face, the aspect purred inside of him. The job had been well done. If she was anything like him then what would come next would be anger. He had seen the way she had taken down a guy in the bar, but he hoped she wouldn't dare to injure his manhood. Perhaps a part of her that still lusted for it and injuring would decrease her chance of getting any fun with it tonight to a flat zero. She did explode in anger. Pushing him back once she recovered from the initial sting of his rejection. Thrice he had managed to avoid giving in to her lips tonight, twice he had played with her like a bastard.

If it had been anyone but Raven and it had been any other night, there would have been apology on his lips. His treatment of her was amoral and unworthy of a squire. This woman, however, deserved to be on the receiving end for once. The one lacking control. He felt her push against him. A bit more forcefully than he had expected but he didn't fight back. Felt the cold stone wall behind him as Raven let her fury out on him. Words that would have stung did she not remind him of the previous day, only in reverse. Though his arms were free. There was a sultry smile on his lips when she pressed herself against him. He had gotten his revenge and the words that came from her lips did sound very enticing. An angry petch. Settle? Markus would have thought the chances for getting in bed with Raven long gone once his deception had begun.

Or was she merely returning the favour? He snorted at her words as his eyes settled on her amber eyes. Still had that wonderful glean of the moon in them.

"Angry petch? I think we can handle that." He didn't care how she took it, for his hands would have found her buttocks. A quick caress before they went under and found the hot thighs awaiting his large hands. He knew she loved it when he lifted her, she could probably feel that he loved the act as well. Brought them closer and gave him the satisfaction of being the one in control. He would step around and the woman would be the one against the wall this time. Much like yesterday, only this time he would not let her out of his sight until they lay naked side by side exhausted. His lustful eyes would stare into her angered ones. Waiting for her lips to come for his as they lingered there, just a hairs breadth away from hers.

[Raven Nightfoot]

Raven forced the idea of sex with Markus to the front of her mind as she forced her body against his, mostly so that she could push the small trace of rejection to the back of her thoughts in hope of forgetting them, but she never would. For the moment though, the heat of her body against his was a great distraction, her anger accompanying her lust instead of turning into it like it usually did when the squire was involved, it was a new feeling. His words confirmed that he still wanted her, of course he did, even after the events of the day before. The thought of her planting a seed of addiction into the recently deflowered squire brought a tiny smirk to her lips just as he reached down to pull her up and onto him like he always did and pressed her to the wall instead. So there they were, in the same position they were the day before, their bodies pressed so close together that if not for the thin layers of their clothes, they'd already have been petching. She could certainly feel his excitement. He brought his lips closer to hers, painfully close and her hands slid up to rest on his chest as she looked from his emerald eyes and then down to his lips where they stayed. Her breathing had already begun to deepen as she eyed his lips, one of them busted but it was only a small cut, definitely not enough to deter her. She bit he lip lustfully, dragging it out for as long as she could as she continued to watch his lips and began bringing her own closer to his, closer than they already were. Her hot breath hit is lips in short waves as her lips continued to get closer and closer until their was barely an inch between them and she could practically taste his. Until they were so close that a kiss seemed imminent and then just as her bottom lip grazed his, her mouth turned into a large smirk. Raven pulled her head back from the near kiss that had ended in a light grazing as she let out a few soft exhales doused with laughter. Her eyes finally returned to his, her smirk growing slightly wider as she began to speak in teasing tone that was laced with animosity. "Silly squire..." she started, a small breath of laughter interrupting her sentence, "...First rule of angry sex..." she paused again to bring her lips close to his again, "...No kissing.". She was enjoying it, definitely, denying him something he wanted just like he'd done to her, she hadn't forgotten. "Second rule...No exploring." she added as her hands on his chest began to push him away, separating their bodies as she hopped down onto the street below. Markus may have won and may have gotten his revenge, but that didn't mean she couldn't extract a miniature form of her own, for her own peace of mind at least. She stepped around the tall man, her had running along the width of his waist as she did, a finger or two touching the skin between the shirt and the pants before she'd walked right around and past his back as she began strutting up the street in the direction of her apartment. She didn't say anything, didn't tell him to follow, she'd made it clear enough that she intended to petch him tonight, he didn't need reminding. So, without a word she made her way back to her apartment, her steps weren't calm and casual but instead had a slight hint of urgency to them while her hips still swayed enough to taunt him. He would get her tonight, she only hoped he would be able to handle all the anger she was preparing to vent in the bedroom.

[Markus Andres]

Raven was more resilient than he thought. The time their lips lingered so close to each other it drove him mad with lust for the woman. Angry as well that she didn't succumb to his temptation. Didn't give him what he craved so deeply. Could feel her warmth breath on his lips. Then he felt the touch. It gave a light tingle down his spine. Though it was only a graze. He let out a warm breath. When she retreated. Frustrated breath. Did their game of seduction never end? They both wanted each other, though she had to make it hard for him still.

Was he only mad because she did not give in to him? Most definitely. The dark emerald orbs looked at her lips as she pulled back. Seeing the smirk upon her lips. There would be words soon. She would anger or seduce him with her words. He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath full of her scent. The laughter that followed wasn't doing much to ease his mood. The woman would get her angry sex, no doubt about that. He felt her hands on his chest and he let her push him away. Gave her the space she needed to get on the ground again. The squire wished he could have torn her clothes off then and there. But they were not far from the gates to the stallion. No doubt people would appear, see the two and then they'd have a crowd watching their mixture of wrestling and sex. The squire would have to control himself and follow the woman as she walked away. He could feel himself sober up from the alcohol, only to get drunk on lust.

The rules were boring. Especially the latter. It was quite a walk. Several stairs and those swaying hips only grew more enticing watching them from below as she ascended the stairs. Swaying them in front of him only made him hungrier for her body. The rules didn't even matter to him any more. He could petch her without kissing, without exploring her hidden body. That might come at a latter date once their anger and frustration had been worn out through physical exhaustion. She stopped before a door. Markus stopped next to her as she locked herself in. He didn't wait for an invitation. Too frustrated with the evening and still angry with the woman for the many slights he had experienced by her hand. He closed the door behind him as barely had it been closed before Markus was shirtless. It lying tossed aside as he looked at her bed. His muscular body already glistening with a small layer of sweat from the fight. By his left ribs a small bruise from the fight. The squire was too occupied with the woman before him to notice the dull pulsating pain. Markus stripped naked as he pulled off his pants and shoes at the same time. Manhood already fully erect. Smouldering gaze turned fully primal as he looked to Raven. Crossed the apartment floor when the last piece of dark leather dropped and the goddess stood stark naked. Eyes lingered on her chest and the lustful smile on his lips turned crooked as his muscular arms found her shoulders. Roughly took her to the table. A hand between her shoulder blades to press her down over the table. Bend her over for him.

After she had swayed that ass of hers in his face for the past chimes, he knew what he wanted first. After hearing the oaf speak of it all night. He knew exactly what to do find a release for all the pent up anger. They might reach the bed at some point. If the woman did not complain too much to being rough-handled into that position. His hand would slide down her back quickly, making sure she did not rise as his hands found her rump and guided himself to her opening. Thrusting himself into her as he pulled her back to him.

Finally.

[Raven Nightfoot]

The walk home was torture to say the least, she'd walked the path countless times throughout her life but now it felt like she was walking for an eternity with her destination never getting any closer. Several times during the walk she considered just turning around and taking Markus wherever he stood, in a shortcut alley, as they climbed the stairs, right in front of her apartment door, but she held out and finally they entered her apartment. By the time she heard the door shut behind her she couldn't bare to wait any longer. Without so much as a glance to the large squire behind her, Raven began to urgently strip off her clothes and she could hear him behind her, doing the same. First came her boots, then pants, then her corset and finally her undergarments hit the ground and she turned to see an equally naked and fully excited Markus staring at her, his eyes burning with lust much like her own. The very act of seeing the squire's beautiful naked body once again nearly sent her into a frenzy as he approached with purpose and moved her to the table. His large strong hands roughly shoved her down onto it earning him a small moan as she felt the cold of the table on the sensitive points of her chest which sent shivers all the way down her spine and ending between her legs as her excitement grew. Her hands pressed against the cold table in an attempt to push herself up but to no avail as he used his superior strength to hold her down, keeping her pinned to the wooden surface, much to Raven's enjoyment. Already her arousal was all she could feel and from his point of view it would be quite evident as she layed there in anticipation, feeling his hands move down her back and clasp tightly before finally he forced himself into her. Raven made no attempts to stifle the loud ecstatic moan of pleasure that escaped her lips as he roughly entered her from behind and began to please her, the sensation already shooting up her body and out of her mouth in the form of constant deep moans and heated breaths, her lips quirked up slightly at the ends the entire time. Her hands grasped desperately at the table in an attempt to hold onto it as her body continued to be assaulted by Markus and ecstasy. She was amazed, was this sex crazed beast really the young squire who, only a few days ago, had been a virgin? It seemed impossible, her mind couldn't link the two together, although she wasn't exactly thinking clearly. Where had he learnt this? Her train of thought was quickly lost to the pleasure as the large squire continued his onslaught, her moans reaching an all time high. After several chimes of pure ecstasy, when she couldn't take the glorious lack of control anymore, Raven finally gathered up the strength to push herself up, her arms trembling slightly with the effort as she straightened her body and turned around to roughly push the large Markus until he fell backwards onto her bed. "My turn." was all she said as she straddled him, a naughty smirk on her face as she lowered herself onto him and the pleasure continued, her hands pressing down hard on his chest in an attempt to hold him down.

[Markus Andres]

The squire could feel her lust for him as he entered her. How much she had wanted this moment to happen. It did little to soothe his anger. Nothing was spared for later. It had been ten days of longing. Lusting for her perfect body. The denial the previous day had been a Hai for the young squire. So when he heard the moan from her lips as he entered her, he lost his mind to the act. Hips rhythmically and roughly moved back and forth - the impact on her buttocks as his hip connected. The sound of flesh against flesh. The hands on her waist rubbed across her skin. Feeling her warmth. Drove him wilder for the woman. They slid lower on her body, down the sides. To get a better grip on her flawless body. Her moans and his own mixed with the sound of a table creaking and scraping against the floor. The squire didn't notice, he was lost to the woman before him. Lost to the act. The pleasure. The excitement. The anger. Everything was put into every thrust into the woman. Days of pent up frustrations went into her with each thrust. The squire was glad there was no romantic notions about this business. He enjoyed the rawness of their emotions. Nothing was held back between them.

The squire was surprised when after a thrust Raven rose and pushed him back. Annoyed that she would interrupt the sex. Doubt managed to enter his foggy mind. Had he done something wrong. The woman puffed him back. She had been moaning in pure ecstasy. Loudly might he add. Again she puffed him and something obstructed him from retreating. Onto the bed he fell and the temptress. Like a graceful creature slid up his body. After sultry words left her lips and her expression only made him desire her all the more. She sat down on him, guided him into her again and with a rough moan his hands found her hips again as she began to move. Seeing her perfect body move up and down before him, put him in a trance as he realized how weary his hips had become from the thrusting. It was good with the relaxing position as she took the reins. As she was the one controlling the pace. Her hands on his chest gave a slight wince as the weight was put on the sore ribs. It only made it better for him as he barred his teeth and a groan of pleasure escaped through the gritted teeth.

There was a halo of blueish moonlight surrounding the woman. Adding to her surreal beauty. The perfect aura around the body of a goddess. Occasional soft hues of blue glistened from pearls of sweat. Warm hands against his chest. As his eyes sought hers. Pressed slightly together by her arms. Their slight bounce every time she rose and fell. For several chimes her body drove him mad with lust and the lack of control began to sear into him. He could feel the pressure build.

The squire rose, careful not to make too sudden movements. He was still inside of her. Pushing back her hands and guiding them to over his shoulders. As he sat with her still moving on his waist. His lips almost touched her then, instead barred teeth breathed hot air against her neck. The squire rose entirely as his feet still dangled over the edge of the bed. He knew she loved this - but it would not be for long before he turned and carried her up the bed. Her back planted in the middle of the bed. Head fortunately landing on a pillow. Putting control back in his hands as he began to take her. Their moans would mix again. The bed would creak under his furious thrusting. His grunts as he began to feel the exertion upon his body. As he neared the threshold. Teeth gritted as he tested his endurance and longevity. Hands pulling her bedlinen as a handhold. The squire grunted as chimes passed. Body glistening with sweat. Breath quickened as. The primal desire that had driven him to petch the woman in the first place roared and shuddered with delight as he thrust himself into her and felt the explosion. Ecstasy and a sweet release washed over him in waves as his body trembled. Each thrust prolonged the joy by a little. Added to the pleasure. With a final thrust and a loud grunt the squire came.

The squire let himself rest on her as bliss and pleasure washed over him. Feeling her chest against his. As she sucked in air he felt her breast rise against his. With a crooked grin he rolled off of the embodiment of perfection and lay there next to her. Chest heaving from exhaustion. He was spent. Done. The sensations the woman provided him. From wild rage to complete bliss from one moment to the other. He would glance in her direction as she lay there, bathed in the light of Leth. Wanting to break the rules. Have his hand slide over her perfect body and caress it and let his lips brush over areas only a lovers lips could touch. Though the exhaustion took its toll and even such enjoyable acts seemed beyond him.

"By the gods, Raven." He would whisper astonished into the darkness beyond the room bathed in moonlight. Once his heart would stop thudding furiously. As the lungs stopped demanding air. The squire would feel the lull of slumber fall over him unless his lover was intending on keeping him awake.

[Raven Nightfoot]

The new position was completely different to the previous, the most notable difference being that now, Raven was the one who was in control and instantly she was enjoying it. The pace may have been up to her now but it changed little compared to before, still rough and rushed. Loud moans continued to escape her lips and Markus' as well, which only fuelled her already raging excitement more. Every so often, between long periods of moans and heavy breathing she'd let out a whimper as the pleasure spiked through her body but not once did she allow it to interrupt her movements. Her shoulder length dark hair bounced as she did, falling messily into her face and obstructing some of her vision as her amber eyes stared down at the muscled beauty beneath her from behind dark strands, only for her to tilt her head backwards in please as they continued on. Chimes passed and while being in control was fun, she was quickly starting to feel fatigue set in, the only downside. Her body glistened with a thin layer of sweat in the moonlight, another indicator of the pleasure and exertion her body was experience and just as she began to feel as if she couldn't go any further Markus took the reins yet again. First the large squire rose into a sitting position with Raven still on him as he moved her arms off of his firm chest and over his shoulders before using his strength once more and getting to his feet as if her weight was nothing to him, she loved the display of power. The standing position did not last long though, as he turned and pressed her back onto the bed, remaining on top of her as he began to move once more. She was grateful for the change since her body had been just about reached the point of exhaustion. Raven wasn't completely satisfied just yet, although she could feel the end approaching and evidently Markus was feeling the same as indicated by the sudden urgency in his thrusts, even more so than before. Their blissful moans continued to mix as he picked up the pace and Raven's legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her hands held desperately onto the flesh of his back, fingernails digging in and leaving slight scratches as they entered the final sprint. She did not know how long they'd been at it but it had certainly felt like a long unending period of pleasure until finally with one last whimper from Raven and thrust from Markus, it was over. The two of them layed there for a moment, his weight pressing down on her as they breathed heavily in attempts to calm the rapid beating of their heart. She was completely satisfied, her body practically bathed in ecstasy and sweat from the entire event, a large smile plastered on her face. After several moments the beautiful muscled squire rolled off of her and onto his back, giving her a compliment as they both lay side by side on their backs, still trying to catch their breaths. A few chimes past before her breathing was finally, relatively calm. Her body felt as if it weighed a ton due to exhaustion but still she managed to turn a head to look at the squire beside her, noticing he was already asleep. She sighed happily as she forced herself onto her side, amber eyes examining the handsome man with a smile on her face now that she could admire him without consequence. Her eyes trailed over every inch of his large muscled body, glistening with the mixture of moonlight and sweat that encompassed it. She found herself smiling brightly at the sight of the beautiful man in her bed. The sound of him breathing. The rise and fall of his bare chest. The large muscle wrapped in firm skin. She shifted her body closer to his, propping her head up with her arm to examine him better. Once again her eyes trailed over his form, from the new viewpoint this time until finally ending on his face. The peaceful expression on his face was nothing like the expressions she was used to seeing on it. Anger, annoyance, frustration, those were the ones she was used to seeing and she was well aware that she was most often the cause of them. Her eyes fell on his lips and she felt herself biting her own in reluctance as she tried to stop herself from leaning forward and stealing a kiss, tried to ignore the gravitational pull between her mouth and his. This man really was beautiful, in that moment she found herself feeling nothing but affection and admiration for him. All her anger had been successfully vented via their sexual encounter and leaving only a peaceful content. Raven leaned in a bit closer, her lips hovering nearer to his before her mind stopped her. Reminding her that it was just sex. Reminding her not to get attached. With a loud sigh she allowed herself to fall back onto the bed, shifting her body away from his. She could still feel the wonderful heat that seemed to emanate from him, it tried to lure her in again, to bring her closer but she would not allow it. A few more moments passed before exhaustion finally took over and she fell into a deep, well earned, satisfied slumber.

[Markus Andres]

The squire stirred in his sleep as the distant howl of a dog echoed in his mind. A howl turning into a pitiful gurgled whimper. His dark emerald eyes opened slowly. Right hand clenched the wooden bedframe tightly. Eyes stared at the ceiling as he tried desperately to push the last image of the nightmare out of his mind. Forget the whimper that so often came to him in the goddess' realm. One of his mind's favourite memories to bring up when he was feeling vulnerable. When he was at ease. He yawned as he tried to wake fully from the daze he often found himself in. With an annoyed sigh that ended abruptly when he noticed that he was staring into a different ceiling than usual. Eyes widened a bit as he realized he was in a comparable spacious apartment and not a small dorm room. There was a window where birds chirped for attention. Competing for mates or for food. That was when the squire remembered and looked to his left. There she lay. He must have dozed off. He didn't remember falling asleep. But he did remember what had happened prior. The sex had been amazing. Right arm easing up on the bedframe and he rolled onto his elbow carefully. He didn't want to disturb her slumber. It was strange. Very strange. She seemed like an entirely different woman when she slept. The sultry smile on her lips was a soft line. A slight curl on either side of the lips. The eyes of amber full of an irresistible lustful flame had been replaced with a peaceful expression.

Almost a different woman.

His gaze travelled down her body. Pausing as he looked at her chest as it heaved in the light of Syna. He had thought it many times and would forever hold the opinion, but she was and always would be an amazingly beautiful woman. And he was a lucky man for having been given a shyke assignment ten days earlier. He couldn't say those days hadn't been eventful. Turbulent and hectic without pause for his emotions. Until this peaceful morning. Somehow, he preferred the sleeping Raven to the awake one. If it was not for one crucial aspect. He needed her awake if he wanted to petch her. Anything else would feel weird. And by the gods he wanted her again. The naked body laid out before him was the best thing he had ever been presented with in the morning. He bit his lower lip as he looked at the mesmerizing body. So peaceful. Unsure how to continue. He didn't know the time, nor did it matter much to him. Stern Mason would find an empty dorm room and he doubted his master would find him here. There was plenty of time. If he decided to stick around until Raven woke up. There was a debate about that. Slip out of bed and be gone before she woke. Would avoid the awkward and undoubtedly infuriating talk. It would be so much simpler to sneak out.

But he couldn't do that he found out as he aired the idea to himself. As annoying Raven could be, the night they had spent together had been amazing. Fulfilled every desire of his. She deserved more. Eyes on her face again. So peaceful. Attractive... Silent.

Markus' right hand stroked up the side of her waist as he leaned closer to her. Hand brushing over the waist, tickling slightly if the woman was ticklish. If not, then he hoped it was at least a pleasant touch for the woman when she awoke. Pleasant enough she would forgive him for waking her up. Last time, she had been quite... cross.

"Raven." He called softly. Trying to give her a gentle awakening. Quite the opposite of last time he had awoken the princess from her slumber. "Wake up beauty." Barely noticing himself that he had gotten an erection again as he stroked her waist. Perhaps he would need to get a bucket of water to wake her up. A thought that brought mischievous smile to his lips. His hand moved up the side of her body, exploring what had been forbidden the previous day. Hand would stop right below her breasts. Feeling the ribs under his hand. He stirred the woman again. Less gentle, less romantically inclined than before. He had leaned closer - hardly realizing that his morning erection was pressing against the left side of her waist. Also hardly caring about that fact. Might make things easier to convince her for a morning petch before he went to train under ser Mason. For after last night, another round sounded quite pleasing to the young squire. Although he hoped her silly rules had been dropped now that neither of them were angry.

"Raven, wake up." He spoke less softly, more directly to the young naked woman.

[Raven Nightfoot]

Raven was a light sleeper, often waking up at the slightest nearby sound, but after the physical exertion of her night she found herself in a very deep slumber. She layed there for several bells, chest rising and falling slightly with each subtle breath until Syna's light had crept across the room and her body. Peaceful dreams ran through her mind, dreams of nothing in particular. Inconsistent and pointless, but peaceful. Markus' first few attempt at waking her passed with no reaction from the sleeping young woman, still absorbed in her dreams. However, his second attempts did cause her to stir, the calm deep breaths of sleep halting and being replaced by shorter, more aware breaths. Her eyes remained closed but she was slowly beginning to register the details provided by her other senses. Birds in the distance. The familiar heat of Syna on her skin and most notably, the feeling of something large resting just beneath her breast and something even larger pressing into her side. "Raven, wake up." She recognised the voice, the directness of it serving to wake her up faster as her eyes fluttered open. Amber orbs met with emerald ones as her gaze locked with the squire's, a small smirk immediately appearing on her face as she recognised the heat in her side as his excitement. Her hands moved above her head as she stretched her body out, arching her back and taking a deep breath before returning to her lying position. "Goodmorning handsome." she as she looked up at the young squire, shifting onto her own side in order to face him better, propping her head up with her arm. Her eyes ran down his naked form, resting on his manhood for a moment before returning to his face, a mischievous smile on her face. "Excited I see." she teased as she slid her leg up his side until it her knee came to rest on his waist. "I'm surprised that you're ready to go again...After last night's performance.". It was as much a compliment as she could manage, it was well deserved.