[Skyglow Hold] Returning to your Profession

[Fenilen]

A silent nod was all the boy spared as he melted in her arms, lips begging for more of her gentle kisses. His lanky body shuddered as her fingers ran enticingly down the length of his arm. Green eyes watched as she removed her shirt, exposing her arms, but not much more. However, considering all Fen had seen of Vantha women was heavily-clad, coated forms, it was a nice, stark contrast. "I want you to show me. Show me warmth again," the boy pleaded. When her lips found their way back to his, he didn't let them go lightly. Lust had consumed the young boy, and it was evident in how he kissed her. Whereas his first kiss had been timid, this one was more bold, prying at her lips, pleading for entry to her mouth. When she pulled away teasingly, his eyes followed he longingly, every thing about him screaming that he was drunk from intoxicating mixture of pleasure and lust. Clearly, once the barrier was broken down, a very different person hid behind it.

"They weren't so... bold," Fenilen managed to utter. "The Dek, they had to do everything, including... this." The way he spoke hinted that that was his only sexual experience, but he would leave that for her to discern. Then, she leaned towards him again, her soft lips connecting with his. As she gripped his shoulder, he begged for more, begged for her to stop teasing him like she was, as much as it was pleasing him. When she pulled away, he didn't stop like he had last time. Instead, he turned his attention to her exposed neck, covering it in gentle kisses. Once or twice, just to add something, he threw in a little suction, adding a little ring of wetness of her neck.

He broke up his little affair with her neck to allow her to take off her camisole, answering her prior question lustfully as she did. "I just want you. I never want you to go. I am all yours. Please be all mine, if only for tonight," the boy's hands felt the bare skin of her stomach, following it up to the skin just beneath the cloth of her bra. When asked if he missed Wind Reach, he shook his head violently, red hair bouncing slightly as he did. Green eyes watched as the beauty before him arranged her hair a bit. The moment she finished, he was all over her again, hands playing over her back, feeling the ridges of her spine, and finally, the straps of her bra. "Is the door locked? Do we take this upstairs?" he asked, his paranoia shining through just briefly.

[Cheshire]

A sweet chuckle bubbled from Faycia's throat. "Silly Inarta, there is no upstairs here. This is not a home. This is a workshop. I have no problem working on you here anyway." With a giggle she wrapped her arms around Fenilen and began to kiss him again. Her eyes turned magenta at the act playfully beckoning him to kiss her back. "I'm going to make you forget Wind Reach Fenilen. You don't need anything but me. I'll take care of you." Her body was calling out to Fenilen and her words came out like sultry purrs. This was no longer about pushing limits and playful seduction. This was real. Faycia really wanted this man. After a few more kisses Faycia stood up and held her hand out to the Inarta. "Come, there is a bed in the back of the shop. We can lie there." Faycia smiled at the man and her eyes turned a bright shade of green. "I promise I will not bite… unless you want me to." She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the back of the shop. In the back there was a bed covered in snow leopard and elk pelts. "Only the best for…" She looked down at her body and smiled. "Well… the best." She wrapped her arms around Fenilen and kissed him on the lips. "Are you ready Inarta?"

[Fenilen]

The Inarta felt somewhat foolish as the woman taunted him for not knowing there was no upstairs to the workshop. Embarrassed, he averted his eyes, turning them towards the ground, but they weren't there for long. Her soft arms wrapped around his slight build, and yet again she leaned close to him, locking her lips with his. Unlike the times before, where she had teased him and denied access past the gates of her soft lips, she invited him in this time, and he accepted that invitation with reckless abandon, meeting her kiss with one dripping with passion and lust. His tongue danced with hers as he held her close, hands playing with her hair, nose breathing in her intoxicating scent.

When she pulled away, he didn't let her get that far, keeping his face mere millimeters from hers, lettings his lips brush up against hers as she spoke. The moment she finished speaking, he lunged forward and claimed her lips passionately once more. The shy, awkward boy was all hers. All he wanted was her. All he could think about was her. Every single thought on his mind was about her, and that was exactly what she wanted. After a few long minutes of elongated kisses, Fenilen watched as Faycia rose, leaving him standing alone, His hand eventually drifted up to hers, accepting the invitation that she left hanging in the air for the boy to accept.

Here was a woman, unlike any he had ever seen before, about to lie with him for the night, willing to be whatever he wanted. Were all Vantha like this? He trailed behind the certain woman as she dragged him along to the bed, admiring the pelts that decorated it. When she turned back to him, and wrapped her arms around him again, he returned her kiss with a kiss of even greater passion, arms around her beautiful body protectively. In a silent response to whether or not he liked biting, he bit her lip as he pulled away from a particularly passionate kiss. She was his tonight. He would make sure of that.

As if to answer her question as to whether or not he was ready, his hands ran up Faycia's flawless back, eventually finding the cloth of her bra. Silently, he fumbled with it, until finally, he found it and released it. Only as he was moving down to her hips to remove the last of her clothing did he realize exactly what he was doing. Pale skin quickly turned crimson as his hands found the curve of her back side, tugging gingerly at her pants. In one fell swoop, the remainder of her clothing was gone, and the Inarta viewed his prize. Then, it hit him. He didn't *actually* know what he was doing.

Fenilen stood there awkwardly, glancing up once at her eyes, begging for her to liberate him from his indecisiveness.

[Cheshire]

The nervous Inarta did not seem so nervous anymore. He seemed to be driven by something new. The scared eyes were replaced by something different, eyes full of craving. He craved the touch of the Faycia and she was more than willing to full his longings. The man fumbled with her bra and she giggled as it fell to the floor. "You are getting bold Inarta." Her eyes flashed a pinkish scarlet as she spoke. This night would be easy for her. This man was proving to be quite the easy man to win over. She shivered a bit as she felt Fenilen pulling at her pants. His hands chilled her lower back as they came into contact with her skin. Her pants came off without much issue although why would there be an issue? With Faycia's clothing laying in piles on the floor there was only one thing left to do, remove Fenilen's clothing. Her eyes turned an animalistic shade of green and she stalked to the Inarta's side and then behind him. She was now a snow leopard stalking her prey. Arms reached under Fenilen's arms and gripped the collar of his bryda. "My turn." She whispered in his ear softly. She rubbed her cheek against Fenilen's smiled. "Enough cutesy stuff..." Her nails gripped into Fenilen's Bryda and jerked his collar down ripping the cloth down the front. "Mmmm, much better." Her hands found their way to Fenilen's sides and then snaked to his stomach. She dug her nails into his stomach "Come into my bed Fenilen. I cannot keep from you any longer." Her nails scratched across his stomach until they reached his sides. She walked in front of him and grabbed his wrist. With a giggle she lead him toward the bed. "If we keep this up you will not need a room in Skyglow." The Inarta was not going to forget what had transpired in the Glassworks shop any time soon. "Quite the welcome to Avanthal isn't it Fire-hair?" Faycia as aways was proud of her work in bed. Sadly Drakal saw this skill much less then other men. She pulled the furs close under her skin and snuggled close to Fenilen. "Great first time right?"

[Fenilen]

The boy before her shuddered silently as she came up behind him, pressing herself against him without a care. As her arms wormed their way under his, his arms reached around behind him, placing themselves on the small of her back, holding her against his now bare back, leeching her warmth. Her head still peeking around his shoulder, he turned his head, planting a series of passionate kisses on her cheek and jaw as she dragged her nails sensually along his stomach. When she demanded that he follow her into her bed, the boy put up no resistance, feeling her hand close around his wrist, he followed her loyally, succumbing to her will entirely for the hours ahead.

The boy didn't respond to Faycia when she inquired as to the nature of the welcome to Avanthal. He was too content, too satisfied with the warmth he felt as he pressed up against her, legs straddling her, arms pulling her against him in a great, almost stifling embrace. Fenilen's head was buried in the space between her neck and her shoulder, letting her hair fall around his head and over his bare shoulders in a vibrant display of colors. Every few seconds, she felt his warmth breath against the exposed skin of her neck. The boy didn't want to move an inch. Everywhere else in this God-Forsaken city was too cold, touched by the Queen of Winter herself, just as the legends said. Besides, outside, They could find him. Within her arms, he was immune, he was warm, he was safe. He never wanted to leave, never wanted to be forced to face the dangers of the outside world again. Safety. Safety and warmth were all he craved, and she provided both in limitless quantities.

Fenilen's pale arms held the woman tightly as he laid there with her, trying to offer her the same protection and warmth that she provided him. In a slow movement, he picked his head up from her shoulder, tossing her hair aside with a quick shake of his head. Silently, he approached her ear, ignoring the bitter cold that bit at the back of his neck. His silence was broken by a soft whisper, one that was entirely honest, but most likely somewhat disturbing, none the less. "You're warm," he whispered in a hushed tone, pausing before continuing, "Everything else in Avanthal is so cold... It is the city of the Ice Queen, in name and actuality. But you, Faycia... you're different. You hold the heat of Skyinarta. I feel safe with you. They can't get me, I'm safe from Them here. But how? How is it possible?" the boy sounded confused, and for logical reasons. Finished with his series of interrogatives, he began to place a pattern of soft kisses on the glassblower's jaw, working his way up her cheek, eventually returning to her ear, where he whispered the words again.

"Warm. Safe. Immune."

[Cheshire]

The Inarta amused Faycia. He seemed so new the game of seduction and that was all it was right? Just a playful little game between strangers. He was so innocent, of course, less now than before. He carried an almost childish sense of wonder for Avanthal and the wild weather that it was harbored in. "You are cute you know that?" She playfully poked his nose and smiled. As his arms snaked around her she let out a pleased moan. Her cheek rubbed up against his as her hands wrapped around his arm. "Who is 'They' baby?" She kissed his lips and looked into his eyes like a curious feline. Her eyes swam to the curious color of yellow. "I'm sure who ever they are Icewatch will keep them away. They aren't all big bears and hunters for nothing!" She giggled and laid down on the bed. "I must say, you are good for a man of the mountains." She grabbed his wrist and pulled him down next to her. She snuggled up close to him and looked up at him with light pink eyes. "Tell my Fire Hair, was I your first? I feel bad for all the girls you are with after me. No one will ever be able to size up. Tell me you think that Fenilen." She kissed his neck and started to rub her hand over his chest. Fenilen might have found himself a pretty friend but little did he knew about what was in store for him. "I'm the most beautiful woman you have ever met aren't I? Tell me I am beautiful Fenilen." Faycia sat up in bed and smiled at him. "I bet the women in Mount Skyinarta aren't as beautiful as me. How could they be though? They do not have my tan skin and my beautiful dark hair. You agree don't you Fenilen?" She pounced on him and sat on his chest, holding him down with her hands. "You like snow leopards right? I like them as well. How about I be a snow leopard and you be a hunter. Catch me Fenilen. Watch out though! I have claws!" She dug her nails into his chest and raked them across his pale flesh. "And I have fangs!" She let out a little purr and bit his ear. "Come get me Fenilen. I'm a bad kitty cat, meow." With a giggle she dropped down into a hunter's stance like a cat would do. She let out a little growl looked at him, her eyes taking on a candy apple red color. "Come on Fire hair. Come get the kitty cat."

[Fenilen]

The lanky boy shuddered as Faycia moaned and rubbed her cheek against his, speaking to him in a hushed voice, inquiring a question he had asked himself multiple times. When the answer came from his lips, it came in broken, partial thoughts, each needing a few moments longer to be clarified before they really made sense. "They are both everything and nothing! They appear wherever they wish, without a whim or care! Nowhere is safe from them, nowhere but your arms. Here I am safe. Here I can breathe. Here I can relax," he whispered. When she leaned into him and kissed him, he returned it greedily and passionately, lightly biting her lip as she pulled away. "As strong as they are, can not be everywhere at once!" he said simply, shaking his head, red hair bouncing from side to side as he did so. His broken Common had returned, for better or for worse. Just as her head found his way to his neck, delivering a gentle kiss, his hand found its way to the back of her head, running his fingers through her soft, thick hair. Fenilen melted into her as she then rubbed his chest, making gentle, circular motions.

Her question met an answer without any hesitation, surprisingly. "Beautifuler than Syna herself," the Inarta had used the incorrect form of Beautiful, but that was besides the point. Even he wasn't above flattery. He watched as she sat up, smiling at him and his compliment. A small nod found it's way to her, one of agreement. "Entirely. They are too... plain."

The woman's next set of actions caught him completely and entirely off guard. When she leaped up from her sitting position, straddling his stomach, pinning his hands to the bed from above him. Waves of painful pleasure shot through him as she dug her nails into his skin, dragging them along sensually. Her head once more dropped down next to his, her lips brushing against him as she whispered into his ear. Despite her small warning, her teeth took him by surprise, gripping at the bottom of his ear, tugging playfully and sensually. Green eyes watched as she lowered the upper portion of her body down over his chest, arching her back, keeping her hind quarters in the air. Her enticing lilt threw him over the edge, bringing him to a sitting position. His thin arms wrapped under hers, pulling her against him, hands playing with the ends of her hair. A pleased breath left his lips as he pushed her over, sitting on her thighs, lowering himself until his chest hovered an inch over hers, the feathers of his earrings delicately tickling her face.

"Caught the naughty kitty," he purred, bringing his lips down to hers, pleading for entry through them, pleading for her to stop teasing him like she was. His arms ran up and down her sides, his hair mixing with hers in a twirl of colors. His green eyes gazed into her shifting irises, drunk with pleasure.

[Cheshire]

With a purr Faycia snuggled up to Fenilen and rubbed her cheek up and down his bare chest. "You did catch the kitty. Now I am yours and I'll do what ever you want." She giggled and turned over unto her stomach. "More beautiful than the Goddess of the Sun huh? I must be a pretty amazing lady then right? It is a wonder Leth does not just pluck me from the snow and take me as his lover in place of Syna." Her eyes took a molten gold color as she pondered over having Leth love her. "Just think about it Inarta! If he loved me I could become a Goddess." Her eyes glowed light blue as she spoke. "If course then I would not have you. Would you fight Leth to keep me?" She looked at him in wonder. She could not think of any man who would fight a God except a God themselves. Maybe if Morwen told them to they would? She sighed and placed her head on his chest. The man was truly a wonder. Although the man was giving into Faycia's every whim she was grown bored. This happened often and she was ready to spice up this night. Her eyes turned a bright shade of orange and she looked forward with a scared look. "Inarta… do you hear it? It sounds like hushed talking." She glanced around with a worried look on her face. "I feel like someone is watching us. I think They are watching us. I am scared Inarta!" She clung to him like a scared child. Without much work the fake tears came and rolled down her face. If Fenilen knew Faycia better he would have known orange was not the color that took over her eyes when she was scared. The color was actually a dark midnight blue. She could trick the man though. He knew so little. She looked out the window and gasped. "I think I saw one of them looking in the window. They are going to get me Fenilen! They are going to get us!" She cried and hid under the blanket. Once under the cover of the furs she smiled wickedly and wrapped her arms around his leg. "For the love of Morwen Inarta, please protect me from Them!"

[Fenilen]

As she began digging for even more compliments, for even more reassurance of her beauty, Fenilen became more than a little uncomfortable. She was becoming... clingy. She was begging him to stay with her, he felt, albeit with subtlety. Just in case she actually requested him to fight Leth some day, he gave a nod, so that she could not say he had said he would. After that small affirmation, he happily let the last breath leave the topic's lips. The bare skin of his chest and thighs pressed up against her back after she rolled over, flattening herself atop the bed. As his own body sprawled out atop her, he lowered his head down nearer to hers, delivering a soft kiss to her temple, as if he was trying to tease her, tempt the woman, even, just a little. It was in this compromising position he remained, pinning her into the bed, until she rocked him from his pleased silence with but a few simple words.

"They are watching us."

Truly, she was a manipulator of men at heart. From just their brief hours together, she had learned his weakest fault, and was already working at exploiting it. She was tugging at the seams of his mental build with careful little tugs, like a doctor pulling back the skin of their patient as they prepared for a surgery. It was unnerving to the man. Or, rather, it would have been, if he could detect what she was doing. As it stood, he was simply her thrall, her willing servant, a tool for her amusement. They were the tool which she would use to manipulate him. Green eyes shot open as he pushed himself a few inches off of her, his head swiveling wildly as he searched for Them. His ears strained for the hushed talking she said she could hear. Obviously, as a woman, her hearing was much more precise than his, and therefore, he should listen to her flaunting this truly superior sense. When she identified a precise location, the speed with which his head turned to peer suspiciously at it was somewhat terrifying. He was up and off of her back entirely in but a brief moment, shaking his leg just a bit to free it from her grasp. Sharp breaths shot in through his lips as he approached the window, unlatching it and opening it.

As his head popped out into the snow-filled wasteland, he peered around. Nothing. Still, when he submerged himself once more in the warmth of the room, he did not hesitate to grab his sword, stumbling across the ground as he did so, in a full sprint despite the tight contours of the room. The talon sword flew from its sheathe without the slightest hesitation, and a quick arcing slash was made as he spun around, facing the door, as if waiting for the attackers to enter. He clutched the sword's long hilt in both of his hands, spreading them evenly to allow himself the best leverage. It was at that point that he spoke strongly to Faycia, his voice stern and as reassuring as he could mention. He would defend her from Them! He would not let Them harm her or him! They would not pass him so long as he drew breath threw his lips into his pale chest! "By Priskil's Light, they shall not pass my blade!" he barked, his knuckles turning white as he clutched the hilt of the sword in his palms.

So there the "warrior" stood, buck naked, awaiting the approach of his imaginary foes, the ones that only plagued him in his mind, in his thoughts, his dreams. The woman had him around her very fingers. What a toy he had become in an hour.

[Cheshire]

To Faycia's surprise the Inarta fell for it. "What an elegantly impressionable man." She smiled as she watched him scramble outside. She eyed him with a devious glare and muttered under her breath. "Wow, how stupid could he be?" She giggled as she watched him standing buck naked in the elements. "Come on back in sweetie. You will get frostbite on my favorite part of you and then how will we play?" She patted the furs next to her and smiled at him with scarlet eyes. "Look at you, my big strong fire-haired warrior. You are going to protect me. How sweet are you?" Faycia whisked the blanket off of her body and walked to his side. Her arms wrapped around his body, fingers trailing over his lanky body. "Let's hide under the blankets. They can't find us there." She pulled on his arm, beckoning him to join her under the furs. Elsewhere, a shop closed across town. Drakal had a calm day but still, he was craving the touch of his wife. Over the years of his tattoo work he had stopped caring so much about the pained looks of his customers. They had paid for the work he did by the way. He was feeling a little down hearted today though. At times too many criers in succession made Drakal fall into a terrible mood. He wanted to see Faycia, his wife. No, he needed too. She was the only one who was able to get him out of these terrible moods. Not wanting to have to make more trips than necessary, Drakal started to walk toward Faycia's shop. He wanted to climb into the bed she kept in the back of her shop and lose himself with her. The air was biting cold and when he saw the light shining from her windows he began to rush to the shop. He wanted the warm embrace of Faycia. His eyes glowed a light blue as he knocked on the door. "Faycia, open up! It's freezing out here!"