[Endrykas] Entwining Two Tales (Kashik and Khiara)

[Khiara]

Coming to her feet slowly, Khiara closed her eyes again as the drykas man kissed her again, holding her face tenderly in his hands. As his tongue softly tickled her own, the young woman responded in kind. Gently, she tickled back, testing the waters. Slowly, lingering and learning along the way, the two stood together in the low candle light. The brunette could feel the movement of his hands at the back of her dress, and her stomach fluttered. The sound of silk on silk as ties untied seemed loud to her ears. Tentatively, his hands moved to her shoulders and pulled on the sleeves. Khiara offered no resistance.

As the soft white cloth gently slipped from her body, the vantha felt goose bumps rise on her smooth olive skin, lighter under her full breasts - high and unmarred in her youth. Her body was classically hourglass shaped, flaring out gently at the hips. There was less of a gentle curve to her features since living in Endrykas, now she had light muscle tone and a flat stomach - but no hard muscle definition. Everything still flowed softly, a trait of her people.

It took a lot of will power not to cross her arms and cover herself, propriety so ingrained in her tingling in the back of her mind. Reaching forward with light fingertips, the young woman rested her hands on his torso, feeling the firm steel of his abdomen under his tunic. She ignored the shyness swelling in her mind, cheeks flushed.

[Vanator]

Vanator took a long pause to admire Khiara, having waited so long, having wondered so often about what this moment would be like. His bride's form was statuesque, with generous curves and a softness that was not common among the Drykas. But she was no longer the soft woman she was when she first arrived in Endrykas. Beneath her smooth contour Vanator could see the lines of lean muscle beginning to form. Khiara's skin was flawless, an olive-cast hue that was not seen among his people. The features of her youthful face had leaned out as well, but did not detract from her beauty. Vanator, a man all too acquainted with this ritual, found he too had a flutter in his stomach, seeing Khiara for the first time in all her glory. As her hands came to rest upon his torso, his rested on the gentle swell of her bared hips. His eyes did not leave hers. It was important to him that she saw the care and love in his eyes, as much as it was for the husband to be able to follow his bride's emotions, to understand her needs and concerns. His mouth pressed against hers again, tongue tracing a light trail across her lips before leaving a path of soft kisses down her neck and over her shoulder. His head lifted again, his hands raising to tug off his tunic. Multiple scars traced his hardened torso, and his broad well-muscled shoulders. Then Vanator's arms entwined around Khiara's torso, pulling her close until they were pressed together. Again the Drykas leaned in to kiss her, but this time, firmly and deeply, lips parted and drinking deeply of her. It was not a frantic, lustful kiss, but a slow, unhurried savoring embrace of tongue and lips. He would not rush, not only for Khiara's sake, but to make the most of this precious first bonding between them.

[Khiara]

Eyes locked on his, Khiara felt the warmth of his hands resting on her bare skin her skin tingled. He leaned down to kiss her again, a slow tickling movement across her lips and down her cheek. As his soft mouth pressed against her neck and shoulder, Khiara shivered, little electric shocks shooting through her body with each gentle touch. Looking down as he straightened to remove the tunic, the vantha traced a scar with one finger. He had so many...physical testimony to an emotional trauma so much akin to her own. He wore his scars outside, whilst she bore them within.

As his arms wrapped around her and pulled her close, the young woman's hands slipped up to rest around his neck, bodies pressed together. She closed her eyes as once again the softness of the drykas' lips captured her own. Only this time Vanator's kiss was firmer, bolder. Responding warmly, Khiara's lips parted to accept his deeper attentions. The brunette sighed softly, heart beating against her chest in a flutter, bared skin burning against his golden aura. She allowed him to guide her actions, trusting her husband completely.

Time seemed to slow, encapsulating the two newly weds in a world of their own. With the glow of the tent and the closed door, it was warm and safe, and the vantha felt a warmth rising in her. Her kiss became bolder, as she mimicked the drykas' movements, pressing her mouth firmly against his but still maintained the slow, lingering attention of his own.

[Vanator]

The couple reveled in their impassioned kiss, pouring long awaited attention into that one loving act. Skin warmed skin as they held each other close. Lips still engaged, Vanator kicked off his boots, and wriggled out of his pants, the clothing gathering in a pile next to Khiara's. Finally releasing the kiss, Van stood tall again, his hands taking his wife's. Now, literally nothing separated them aside from a short empty space. In the dim candle light, Khiara could see the details of Vanator's physique, the scarred muscular torso, the Lacun mark below his sternum. The dark image was smaller than their Chevas mark, a woody vine and a flowering one twisted into a circle, an enternal reminder from Cheva of the bond he once shared with Tamar. But Vanator had finally put the past in its place, not forgotten, but no longer holding him from his future, the future he now forged with Kashik and Khiara. With a reassuring smile, Van urged Khiara to recline on the pile of cushions, stretching out on his side next to her as she lay back. He wanted his new bride to be comfortable, to leisurely enjoy the experience they were going to share. Reaching for a fur, the husband draped the warm covering over the both of them. Leaning on an elbow, he ran a finger along her jaw line, eyes fixed on hers. Holding her chin, he leaning over Khiara, pressing his mouth to her's again, this time a soft brush across the lips before beginning a journey that would cover her neck, shoulders and upper chest with warm kisses. The Drykas slowly allowed his hand to caress her smooth skin, beginning with her neck and shoulders, then exploring curves and contours of her form once only hinted at beneath her garments. For the length of a long breath, Vanator marveled, still finding it difficult to believe that Khiara was here, with him. There was a twinge of nervousness, perhaps sparked by the fact that anticipation had built between them for so long, that the desire for all they had hoped would be but didn't believe was possible could now be poured out. Yet, each hesitated still, as if, even as they lay alone,naked and pressed against each another, some thing would restrain them again from acting on their persistent love. A warmth began to build in Van's core, his nostrils filled with the Vanthan's sweet scent, only the sound of her soft breathing in his ears. Vanator raised his head to look again into her lovely face, youthful, but matured by a difficult life. He was unsure if she needed direction, urged to partake of this exercise. His hand slipped over hers, laying her cool palm to rest on his chest, encouraging her to find her way around his body, just as he was savoring discovering hers. His mouth returned to his bride's, the passion ignited again as lips parted and deep kisses were shared.

[Khiara]

Watching as the drykas removed the rest of his garments, Khiara's eyes traced the lines on his body to rest on the lucan mark on his sternum. Her heart ached for him briefly, before her gaze moved further. Vanator's naked lower half turned her cheeks, she'd never seen that half of a man before. Not like this. Averting her eyes the vantha felt  butterflies swirling a storm in her belly as her husband gently lay her down. 

Comfortable covered by the fur, and feeling less exposed, Khiara looked up at him with a trusting gaze, closing her eyes as he leaned down  to kiss her again. His touch was only brief, before his mouth explored its way down her throat and over her neck. As it traveled across her bare clavical and the soft skin across her chest, the vantha sighed a very soft sound, her nerves buzzing with each kiss. As his warm hand explored her gentle curves, Khiara felt a deep seeded excitement building within her. Breathing a little faster, she opened her lavender eyes to look at him as Vanator pulled back slightly. The brunette watched as he placed her hand on his chest, before sucumbing to his passionate mouth.

Encouraged by the drykas, Khiara's hand moved over the hard planes of his torso, moving around his side and over his shoulders. Goddess, he was perfect.  With his scars, and his pains, his blemishes and his joys. He was perfect. Overcome by a sudden surge of emotions, the young woman wrapped her arms around him and returned his kiss in earnest. The heat she'd felt for him in the pavilion the day she left flooded over her like hot water, and goosebumps rose to her skin as she made another small sound of delight against his mouth. 

[Vanator]

Vanator's pulse quickened as Khiara's cool hands caressed his torso. The long chimes of discovery were sweet, their mouths channeling the couple's passion as hands became acquainted with the other's form. Van was pleasantly surprise when Khiara suddenly wrapped her arms around him and her kisses became deeper and more anxious. The Drykas remembered that night in the tent, the kiss that was meant to seal their separation forever. They had teetered on the brink of succumbing to their desire, the kiss impassioned and hinting at the heat that laid waiting to burn between them. Pulling away from the precipice had been monumentally difficult for Vanator, but it was the right thing to do...at that moment. But this night, as he and Khiara reached that same heated height, nothing could prevent them from taking that step into intimacy. Vanator returned his new wife's fervent kiss with equal excitement, his leg moving to slide over hers and rest between her thighs, pulling the Vanthan closer to him so that their bodies touched at nearly every point along their length. His desire was kindled, as she could feel against her, and after several more chimes Vanator broke the kiss again to gaze into her soft, lavender eyes. "Khi, I love you, you know I have loved you from that first kiss behind the tavern, when you fled. There is nothing and no one now to prevent us from loving each other fully and completely." He spoke in a hushed, thickly emotional tone. The husband then moved over his bride, his knees between her thighs, his hands holding him up over her. His shoulder length hair hung in his face, the two thin silver banded braids swinging slightly as he looked down on her lovingly. Leaning down, his kisses left a warm trail down her neck again, around and over her breasts, caressing their curves and peaks. Van felt the distinct burning at his core, desire for Khiara becoming overwhelming. His eyes, dark and half-lidded with anticipation, peered into hers, his gaze asking one last time if she was ready for what they would share next.

[Khiara]

Khiara felt like every fibre of her being crackled like lightning under the warmth of Vanators body as he drew her closer, legs parting slightly to allow his own to slide between hers. His golden skin pressed against her own, and firmly between them, the telltale sign of her effect on him. As he broke away from her mouth, the young brunette breathed through parted lips, lavender eyes heavy lidded and pupils dilated. She gazed up at him with love, gratitude and adoration - touched deeply by his words.

As he shifted over her, the vantha let her hands slide over his shoulders to rest lightly on his biceps. Her body trembled slightly from head to toe and her brething sped up. A faint sheen of sweat misted her skin, and her eyes shifted to a deeper hue. She was scared, a little, and her thighs pressed against his own as her legs drew closed slightly. Heart racing in her ears, the young woman looked into the eyes of her husband, the man she trusted with her heart. Her gaze followed as he lowered his head to kiss her neck, but they closed as his mouth reached her breasts. There was a sudden rush deep inside her as his lips explored her exposed skin, and she breathed a suprized moan. The sensation, accompanied by the rush of heat and love she felt for the man allowed her to relax, and as he met her enrichened lavender gaze, Khiara nodded slightly.

[Vanator]

Vanator waited for some assurance that Khiara was with him, that she was willing to finally join him in the most intimate way. The Vanthan's soft eyes deepened in hue, and her subtle nod affirmed to her husband that she was ready. Van felt compelled to lean down and press his lips against her again in a gentle kiss as he maneuvered closer, thrilled even to feel the touch of her hands on his muscular arms. Vanator made the first move in their union slow and careful, looking down into Khiara's eyes as they came together. His eyes slid shut and he held still, momentarily overwhelmed with the sensation. The moment held much significance for Vanator, more than just the beginning of a carnal act. The journey that led to this moment had been long and emotional and filled with frustration and disappointment. But those long seasons did one thing, it proved to Vanator beyond a doubt that he loved Khiara, that he wanted to be with her. He fell in love with her for who she was, as a person, before they entered the haze of sexual entanglement that can often blind one to incompatibility. It was with immense pleasure then that Vanator could now, finally, consummate that long-suffering love for Khi. So, as the two newly wed lovers hovered, locked in one another, Vanator's heart welled with a profound gratitude and love for Khiara and whatever god or goddess brought her to him. Then with easy, fluid motion, Vanator began to rock, making love to Khiara in every sense of the word.

[Khiara]

As the drykas leaned down to kiss her, the vantha could feel his body shift as he manoeuvred into a much closer position, one that pressed against her intimately. Trembling slightly, excited and nervous, her deep violet eyes displayed no signs of gold as she looked up at him. Khiara trusted him - with her whole being - and she opened herself to him.

Vanator moved slowly, easing their bodies together in an embrace no one else had shared with her before. Her breath caught in her throat as her body allowed him entrance. It hurt, but not in an excruciating way. As he pressed on, Khiara gasped and gripped his arms tightly, muscles tensing. There was a pressure, a sudden sharp pain that caused her to cry out, and squeeze her eyes shut, then they were still. 

Breathing ragged, the young woman trembled all over, but the pain had already ended. She could feel him against her, inside her. For all those months, all those sleepless nights and endless tears. For all that time she had wanted this, wanted him. Her heart pounded in her ears and swelled with love. The brunette loved Vanator, with everything she had, and nothing could change that. There was a small moment of discomfort as the drykas began to move inside her, but it soon disappeared as the friction of his movements stirred the building wave deep inside. Her breaths came in soft moans, high and delicate. Her hands loosened their grip on his biceps to move to his broad shoulders and her brow furrowed slightly. With each slow controlled movement, the vantha's body coursed with sensation - jolting through her like lightning and leaving her craving more.

[Vanator]

The Drykas husband gazed upon his wife's face, even as they made love. He saw the moment of pain in her eyes, knowing it would come, but attempting to make it as tolerable as possible. His movement remained slow and tender, holding himself over her with strong arms. Vanator savored not only the powerful sensation of their coupling, but also the gentle touch of her hands on his arms and shoulders. Where Kashik, ever the warrior, was an assertive, impassioned and daring lover, Khiara was a gentle and kind. Everything about her spoke of her kindness and loving nature. But Van also knew, from their last goodbye kiss, that within the Vanthan woman dwelt a strong passion as well. As Khiara's breath labored, and her features told him she was succumbing to the moment, Vanator began to see that passion surface, and it stoked his own. His elbows bent to lower his face close to hers, his eyes closing as he again kissed her with fervor, his rythmn unbroken. The taste of her lips and the warmth of the deep kiss inspired the groom to increase his pace, and he broke the embrace of their mouths to shift closer to her ear, his warm, steady breaths against her skin, pulsing with each thrust. The emotion of the moment was as intoxicating as the physical pleasure, moving Vanator's heart. "Khi," he whispered in a husky voice, caught up in the euphoric thrill of their intimacy. "I love you. I want to make you happy, always. I want to make you feel good, like never before." His head lowered to rest on her shoulder, his chest pressed against hers. Vanator's physical energy focused on the intense, dynamic connection between them, losing himself to the feel of Khiara enveloping him.