Just like that it seemed everything was settled. A plan was drawn up. A departure date was agreed upon. There appeared to be no objections from any member of the trio regarding the direction and method of travel. Yet Skyard suddenly rose with a purpose in his eyes like a man possessed. A hand cupped Kaie's cheek and he moved in to press fervid lips to her own. Teeth offered teasing nibbles into vulnerable flesh, and the rush of emotions her bondmate experienced crashed upon the Myrian like waves upon unsuspecting sand. Its intensity filled her consciousness like a cup, overwhelming any hesitation or uncertainty and bending her to his will.
Kaie was taken by his lust, and the Kelvic would've quickly realized the heightened sensitivity to each other's feelings added immensely to the thrill of the act. They were no longer sitting at a table in a bar. There existed no sister, no baggage. Only the comfort of Skyard's affections remained present. His touch, his breath, the desire they shared to please one another...these were the sorts of things that existed for the duration they touched. This time the embrace was different. It was a fact Kaie could quite literally feel, physically and within the mental connection they shared due to the intimacy of their bond.
Kaie let one of her hands wander upward to lace fingers through his uniquely blonde hair. The other reached around his torso to trace the trail of his spine. Meanwhile, Jeida's eyes widened and then rolled soon after. She scooped up the bottle of wine, peered into the container, shrugged, and then tipped it back against her lips. The jungle did not hold sex and public displays of affection in taboo like some barbarian cities did. They were usually only a piece of leather away from being completely naked anyways. Yet, she wasn't about to be ignored by the older sister promising to prove she wasn't a disgrace to their clan.
"Why don't you two just start petching on the table?" Jeida suggested in their mother tongue, her tone suggesting a level of mockery and a peculiar seriousness all at once. The younger sister went so far as to kick back and remove their glasses from the surface with one sweep of her foot. They clattered to the floor, bringing on more attention from patrons that were already staring at the pair of lovers. Jeida gestured to the nosy audience with the bottle. "Give them something to really watch."
Kaie broke away from her embrace with Skyard to furrow her brow and grit her teeth at her sibling. The only embarrassment she felt was for losing herself so deeply in her lover that she'd forgotten herself entirely. "What?" Jeida played the fool with a shrug. Kaie crossed the small space between them to rip the bottle from her fingers. She took a long drink of her own before she placed the empty bottle back down upon the table. Then she looked out toward the still-staring patrons.
"What the petch are you all looking at?" She growled loudly enough to reach even those by the bar. Most shook their heads and muttered to others nearby. Rather than dwell, Kaie scooped the few cups that had fallen and placed them on the table. Then she reached back for Skyard to take her hand before leading him away. "Let's go. You too, Jeida." Her petty sibling reluctantly removed her feet from the table and rose to follow in the wake of the lovers.
Kaie was taken by his lust, and the Kelvic would've quickly realized the heightened sensitivity to each other's feelings added immensely to the thrill of the act. They were no longer sitting at a table in a bar. There existed no sister, no baggage. Only the comfort of Skyard's affections remained present. His touch, his breath, the desire they shared to please one another...these were the sorts of things that existed for the duration they touched. This time the embrace was different. It was a fact Kaie could quite literally feel, physically and within the mental connection they shared due to the intimacy of their bond.
Kaie let one of her hands wander upward to lace fingers through his uniquely blonde hair. The other reached around his torso to trace the trail of his spine. Meanwhile, Jeida's eyes widened and then rolled soon after. She scooped up the bottle of wine, peered into the container, shrugged, and then tipped it back against her lips. The jungle did not hold sex and public displays of affection in taboo like some barbarian cities did. They were usually only a piece of leather away from being completely naked anyways. Yet, she wasn't about to be ignored by the older sister promising to prove she wasn't a disgrace to their clan.
"Why don't you two just start petching on the table?" Jeida suggested in their mother tongue, her tone suggesting a level of mockery and a peculiar seriousness all at once. The younger sister went so far as to kick back and remove their glasses from the surface with one sweep of her foot. They clattered to the floor, bringing on more attention from patrons that were already staring at the pair of lovers. Jeida gestured to the nosy audience with the bottle. "Give them something to really watch."
Kaie broke away from her embrace with Skyard to furrow her brow and grit her teeth at her sibling. The only embarrassment she felt was for losing herself so deeply in her lover that she'd forgotten herself entirely. "What?" Jeida played the fool with a shrug. Kaie crossed the small space between them to rip the bottle from her fingers. She took a long drink of her own before she placed the empty bottle back down upon the table. Then she looked out toward the still-staring patrons.
"What the petch are you all looking at?" She growled loudly enough to reach even those by the bar. Most shook their heads and muttered to others nearby. Rather than dwell, Kaie scooped the few cups that had fallen and placed them on the table. Then she reached back for Skyard to take her hand before leading him away. "Let's go. You too, Jeida." Her petty sibling reluctantly removed her feet from the table and rose to follow in the wake of the lovers.
