It was easy for Azmere to say these things. Truth can set a man free but the truth of the heart is another matter entirely. The bodies people inhabit bind their souls but there is a key -a way to fly beyond the corporeal realm and its limitations if one knows where to look. Even though an injury had made him to forget, his soul never did. His Chavi never lost those memories. When they had been set free and everything came flooding back, the answer to one of the greatest mysteries of life and death had been answered - and it had been right in front of him all along.
Azmere danced with Taurina as they spoke words of commitment, passion and fate. The spaces between were filled with tenderness, compassion and love to the extents of which the man had never known nor had the capacity to fathom. His hands would not obey any command other than to hold her -though he wouldn’t have asked anything else- as if their bodies had become magnetic to one another. He had said more, she had said always. These things meant the world to the scarred man as he felt his pain fall from his body. Now it was her turn to fill the silence with her own truths. Like a refreshing rain after a long drought, each drop was immediately absorbed into the garden of his spirit where a world blossomed into life. This world was their haven; a special place that would provide shelter in any storm for all of the lives to come. The gorgeous woman professed her promise to find him in each cycle after this one would end and his heart sang in a golden light that would serve as her beacon.
The smooth skin kissed by moonlight was never without friction from his hands and if he had his way, it never would be vacant of such a feeling again. Uncontrollable urges broke the stoic face known by so many and left it plastered with a half smile and a mismatched gaze that was rimmed with tears of joy and contentment. So much in life was a struggle; a fight. The body of the Drykas was covered in the evidence of that truth. Life on the Sea of Grass had made him strong but not without a cost and they were going to return to that place and reclaim their family together but as one, not two. Some might question the decision; might wonder as to the reasons behind it. Why risk your happiness in such a dangerous place? If any should ask, the man wouldn’t justify it with a lengthy explanation for the truth was simple. There is nothing to fear when a man knows he will never be alone.
Azmere now had that confidence. He knew that Taurina would always be with him. If he died, she would find him in the next life. If she died, he would chase her into the Web. There was no place her soul could go that his would not be drawn to and the same could be said in reverse. Her soft touches spiked him in a fever of passion that revealed itself in the temperature of his body which rose at a steady pace. His muscles ached in the best ways from such an exuberant display of lust and desire earlier but she had awoken something in him that didn’t seem ready to be finished. The thought brought a light smirk to his unmarred side- the ankal would never be finished reveling in the wonderland of his love. Such a temple as the two bodies that she was demanded offerings daily; constantly.
The words from her lips drew his focus back to the lavender eyes that threatened to drown him in their love. He longed to hear about her ideas for his next windmark. The tale that Azmere and Taurina had spun deserved no less than an epic mural carved into the granite of his skin. Her kiss; her enthusiastic acceptance of being possessed by the archer ignited the heat that had been building beneath his skin. The only reason he had not taken over at this point to unleash the creative fire within him was the way her fingers touched him.
Taurina was an artist and it was plain to see, especially to the man who felt as if she was sculpting him into her memory. His skin prickled and rose to meet the butterfly landings of soft fingers and smooth hands. Forever into eternity. The woman had sealed herself to him until all things returned to nothing and this embrace revved his core into a melted kiln of emotions that threatened to boil over. In that moment where he took hold of her in response to her outpouring of affection and love, something happened. A pleasantly different sensation etched itself into his skin just below his left ear and down his neck towards his throat. A swirling breeze burned with divine light in the style of a knotted windmark and hidden within a lone cloud was a quarter moon. The way it felt didn’t give Azmere pause but rather it fueled him to connect more with the woman in his arms. How and why were not his concern but something inside of him was now tethered to something inside of her- tangible and real.
Azmere took a breath and opened his eyes to see a mark upon her neck as well then he moved with his hands and his head to place a kiss upon it. The swirls felt warm and tasted like the sweet salt of her skin. The almost ceremonial pause found him with his hands in her hair; both held still so that the stars in his gaze could reflect in the lilac pools that she used to captivate him. Tomorrow, they would gather all they had and leave for the steppe but tonight- in the arms of one another- they had all they would ever need.
The man with weathered hands and vivid scars was frozen for a moment as the curtains blew apart and Leth’s silvery glow touched the skin of his child. Magnificence is just a word. Beauty is just a concept. Not these nor anything like them could ever capture the truth of what Azmere saw. He could not have dreamed of anything more perfect and he shivered only to keep from being overwhelmed. Slowly, he began to move again. Hands peels back furs and blankets so there would be no bound limbs or pesky distractions. His eyes stayed open as he kissed along her neck and shoulders while his hands roughly ran up and down her back. The man sat up and used his legs as well as his arms to bring her hips up until their abdomens aligned. The time for talk was over.
Everything cemented in the soul, the mind and the heart had created a thunderous noise in his flesh that would no longer be silenced or ignored. Fingers curled into the firm rounds of soft skin at her base and held her tight against him until his arms ached and he could feel the fire within his beloved. Back and forth, he churned the passion between them and stoked their desires. A growl escaped his throat as their bodies worked out the best way to fit all on their own and his machinations turned from something suggestive to a gauntlet of teases that begged to be satisfied.
Azmere’s head rolled back and his eyes closed as he allowed his body to soak her into itself as if he could create a permanent imprint of her naked form against him. His head fell forward in a languid sort of bob that allowed him to kiss her collarbone, teeth caught on slick skin and his lower lip was dragged along until he came to that place beneath her jaw next to her ear. The muscle of speech flicked out like that of a Dhani as it sniffed for its meal. The Drykas was starving and had found the last meal he would ever need for no hunger would ever afflict him again so long as the radiant keeper of his heart was near. His arms began to burn as he worked her hips back forth against his legs and pelvis where the forges of their spirits’ interwoven heat against the other brought the man full with devotion; something he longed to share with her.
The warrior could wait no longer. The next pass up against his body, he lifted her just enough higher to join them. The woman’s body was ready for him, slick with lust just as his body had been. His mouth shot up and found hers, lips were demanding and his tongue was restless but they worked in time to the back and forth he maintained with his hands. Her body fit so well over top of his legs and within his arms. Taurina filled the space so that he could feel her thighs pressed down upon his legs, her arms around his neck and her chest against his. The things her body did as a reaction to his fascinated him and it was all he could do to not get lost in the rigidness of her sensitive places as friction brought them to life. The velvet of her depth enthralled him as the tensed muscles alternated between clenched and relaxed. Az found himself arching to meet her, to give her more of his body. The Eth had his soul and everything else followed.
For chimes, he kept them going like this until he could feel her tremble like the quaking of the earth. His body reacted with chills of its own and as the edge drew closer for him, the eyes of day and night watched as her face twisted in the loveliest way when she was confronted with the fall. When her soft panting changed to an audible call of pleasure, Azmere drove up as his hands brought their hips together and he held them there as both bodies shook with the tremors of ecstasy. Heat, electricity and emotions consumed them both for a few moments. Strong arms bound them together as his lips found her once more. Breath was heavy, labored and held a rasp from the exertion. Before anything could be said or anyone could move to break them apart, Azmere leaned back until his shoulders sank against the bed though he never released the object of his adoration so she laid forth across him just as before.
Tender kisses were laid along her jaw and the corners of her mouth as his hands held her firm through the last of the contractions by muscles overburdened with lust. His body tingled all over but the emblazoned desire was not consumed. Their bodies fit so well that he started to move his hips in small circles which worked up into her as a strong point to the endurance of his love. He pushed up slightly and rolled over onto his side leaving her to face him and lie upon her own hip. Blankets and furs smothered them and the man used his strength to rid the bed of the covers altogether. With her leg thrown up over his hip, he took hold of her thigh and her neck while he poured more affection upon her pouting mouth. The gyrations never stopped. Moments turned to chimes and then the count was lost while they laid twisted together.
After a time, Azmere withdrew and rose above Taurina but only for a few ticks. He turned her on her other side then sank back down until his chest pressed into the cool of her back. He was on fire and so he wrapped his lower arm underneath her body and snaked his hand up to hold her breast and tease her neck with his thick fingers. His other hand gripped beneath her inner thigh and lifted so that he could work his hips up against her bottom. The physicality of his infatuation with her had grown cold the instant they were apart. The splash of heat as he concealed himself in his love pulled a deep groan from his throat that was cut short as he bent his neck around and clamped his lips upon her ear. If she looked over her shoulder, she would find deep, passionate kisses lying in wait as the ankal rocked in and out to a rhythm in his head. Her leg was slowly propped up higher onto his arm so that his hand could crawl up and pay proper attention to the fiery ignition where their bodies joined. He had no trouble finding the most sensitive areas for his fingertips to play.
Passion and love mixed into a fire that would have melted solid rock but it only melted time instead. Azmere chased Tarina up the steep cliffs towards the highest peak. Her vocalizations were merely expressions of the things her body confessed to him. The sweat and honey combined which brought sensitivities to a level of heightened awareness which nearly broke the man but he merely clung to the lithe body in his grasp for an anchor. Her curves brushed against him in ways that deepened his resolve to always find a way to touch her; to create a constant reminder of the beauty of their physical attraction and how it was not meant for only certain places or times but to always- as she had said always- be a beacon which pointed to the truth of their bond. As he clawed his way after her, the top of the mountain in his sight, his body quivered and shook as muscles from head to toe had reached their limit. His breath was gone but his lips still uttered her name. “Taurina.” It was just a whisper but soon it was repeated. And then again immediately. “Taurina.” The syllables reflected the struggles of his physical form but the love in him spurred onward by a spirit calling to its counterpart was far superior. “Taurina!” He screamed in a whisper as he dove off the cascading falls. He slipped into another place as his body quaked in the release that seemed to have no end. An endless fall into total bliss. Everything about her complimented him and everything he did was for her. The culmination of these things resulted in the most primal and visceral experience Azmere had ever known.
As the throes of the blessed evening ran their course, Azmere wrapped his love in his arms and held her tight. Their bodies relaxed against one another but he did not let them separate nor would he. His frame was big enough to encompass the earthly goddess from behind and still bear them enough room for their eyes to lock and lips to meet. The Drykas was happier than he had ever been and the best part was that he knew it would only get better. This simple truth kept the coals raging in his soul long after the fires of lust and primal urges had died out--though they were never truly gone. How one so sensual as Taurina found her way into the leathery arms of a scarred horseman was a mystery to Azmere. It was a mystery wrapped in a story that held many things. Tragedy, comedy, heartbreak, purpose and honor all had a part to play but underneath it all -through the thick and thin- was a love story. No greater song would ever be sung than the beautiful woman who fell from the stars and landed in the loving arms of a tattooed man who held the stars in his eyes.
“I love you, Taurina. Forever into eternity.” Azmere whispered against her neck. Tomorrow marked the first day of the rest of their lives...a whole new start- together.
Azmere danced with Taurina as they spoke words of commitment, passion and fate. The spaces between were filled with tenderness, compassion and love to the extents of which the man had never known nor had the capacity to fathom. His hands would not obey any command other than to hold her -though he wouldn’t have asked anything else- as if their bodies had become magnetic to one another. He had said more, she had said always. These things meant the world to the scarred man as he felt his pain fall from his body. Now it was her turn to fill the silence with her own truths. Like a refreshing rain after a long drought, each drop was immediately absorbed into the garden of his spirit where a world blossomed into life. This world was their haven; a special place that would provide shelter in any storm for all of the lives to come. The gorgeous woman professed her promise to find him in each cycle after this one would end and his heart sang in a golden light that would serve as her beacon.
The smooth skin kissed by moonlight was never without friction from his hands and if he had his way, it never would be vacant of such a feeling again. Uncontrollable urges broke the stoic face known by so many and left it plastered with a half smile and a mismatched gaze that was rimmed with tears of joy and contentment. So much in life was a struggle; a fight. The body of the Drykas was covered in the evidence of that truth. Life on the Sea of Grass had made him strong but not without a cost and they were going to return to that place and reclaim their family together but as one, not two. Some might question the decision; might wonder as to the reasons behind it. Why risk your happiness in such a dangerous place? If any should ask, the man wouldn’t justify it with a lengthy explanation for the truth was simple. There is nothing to fear when a man knows he will never be alone.
Azmere now had that confidence. He knew that Taurina would always be with him. If he died, she would find him in the next life. If she died, he would chase her into the Web. There was no place her soul could go that his would not be drawn to and the same could be said in reverse. Her soft touches spiked him in a fever of passion that revealed itself in the temperature of his body which rose at a steady pace. His muscles ached in the best ways from such an exuberant display of lust and desire earlier but she had awoken something in him that didn’t seem ready to be finished. The thought brought a light smirk to his unmarred side- the ankal would never be finished reveling in the wonderland of his love. Such a temple as the two bodies that she was demanded offerings daily; constantly.
The words from her lips drew his focus back to the lavender eyes that threatened to drown him in their love. He longed to hear about her ideas for his next windmark. The tale that Azmere and Taurina had spun deserved no less than an epic mural carved into the granite of his skin. Her kiss; her enthusiastic acceptance of being possessed by the archer ignited the heat that had been building beneath his skin. The only reason he had not taken over at this point to unleash the creative fire within him was the way her fingers touched him.
Taurina was an artist and it was plain to see, especially to the man who felt as if she was sculpting him into her memory. His skin prickled and rose to meet the butterfly landings of soft fingers and smooth hands. Forever into eternity. The woman had sealed herself to him until all things returned to nothing and this embrace revved his core into a melted kiln of emotions that threatened to boil over. In that moment where he took hold of her in response to her outpouring of affection and love, something happened. A pleasantly different sensation etched itself into his skin just below his left ear and down his neck towards his throat. A swirling breeze burned with divine light in the style of a knotted windmark and hidden within a lone cloud was a quarter moon. The way it felt didn’t give Azmere pause but rather it fueled him to connect more with the woman in his arms. How and why were not his concern but something inside of him was now tethered to something inside of her- tangible and real.
Azmere took a breath and opened his eyes to see a mark upon her neck as well then he moved with his hands and his head to place a kiss upon it. The swirls felt warm and tasted like the sweet salt of her skin. The almost ceremonial pause found him with his hands in her hair; both held still so that the stars in his gaze could reflect in the lilac pools that she used to captivate him. Tomorrow, they would gather all they had and leave for the steppe but tonight- in the arms of one another- they had all they would ever need.
The man with weathered hands and vivid scars was frozen for a moment as the curtains blew apart and Leth’s silvery glow touched the skin of his child. Magnificence is just a word. Beauty is just a concept. Not these nor anything like them could ever capture the truth of what Azmere saw. He could not have dreamed of anything more perfect and he shivered only to keep from being overwhelmed. Slowly, he began to move again. Hands peels back furs and blankets so there would be no bound limbs or pesky distractions. His eyes stayed open as he kissed along her neck and shoulders while his hands roughly ran up and down her back. The man sat up and used his legs as well as his arms to bring her hips up until their abdomens aligned. The time for talk was over.
Everything cemented in the soul, the mind and the heart had created a thunderous noise in his flesh that would no longer be silenced or ignored. Fingers curled into the firm rounds of soft skin at her base and held her tight against him until his arms ached and he could feel the fire within his beloved. Back and forth, he churned the passion between them and stoked their desires. A growl escaped his throat as their bodies worked out the best way to fit all on their own and his machinations turned from something suggestive to a gauntlet of teases that begged to be satisfied.
Azmere’s head rolled back and his eyes closed as he allowed his body to soak her into itself as if he could create a permanent imprint of her naked form against him. His head fell forward in a languid sort of bob that allowed him to kiss her collarbone, teeth caught on slick skin and his lower lip was dragged along until he came to that place beneath her jaw next to her ear. The muscle of speech flicked out like that of a Dhani as it sniffed for its meal. The Drykas was starving and had found the last meal he would ever need for no hunger would ever afflict him again so long as the radiant keeper of his heart was near. His arms began to burn as he worked her hips back forth against his legs and pelvis where the forges of their spirits’ interwoven heat against the other brought the man full with devotion; something he longed to share with her.
The warrior could wait no longer. The next pass up against his body, he lifted her just enough higher to join them. The woman’s body was ready for him, slick with lust just as his body had been. His mouth shot up and found hers, lips were demanding and his tongue was restless but they worked in time to the back and forth he maintained with his hands. Her body fit so well over top of his legs and within his arms. Taurina filled the space so that he could feel her thighs pressed down upon his legs, her arms around his neck and her chest against his. The things her body did as a reaction to his fascinated him and it was all he could do to not get lost in the rigidness of her sensitive places as friction brought them to life. The velvet of her depth enthralled him as the tensed muscles alternated between clenched and relaxed. Az found himself arching to meet her, to give her more of his body. The Eth had his soul and everything else followed.
For chimes, he kept them going like this until he could feel her tremble like the quaking of the earth. His body reacted with chills of its own and as the edge drew closer for him, the eyes of day and night watched as her face twisted in the loveliest way when she was confronted with the fall. When her soft panting changed to an audible call of pleasure, Azmere drove up as his hands brought their hips together and he held them there as both bodies shook with the tremors of ecstasy. Heat, electricity and emotions consumed them both for a few moments. Strong arms bound them together as his lips found her once more. Breath was heavy, labored and held a rasp from the exertion. Before anything could be said or anyone could move to break them apart, Azmere leaned back until his shoulders sank against the bed though he never released the object of his adoration so she laid forth across him just as before.
Tender kisses were laid along her jaw and the corners of her mouth as his hands held her firm through the last of the contractions by muscles overburdened with lust. His body tingled all over but the emblazoned desire was not consumed. Their bodies fit so well that he started to move his hips in small circles which worked up into her as a strong point to the endurance of his love. He pushed up slightly and rolled over onto his side leaving her to face him and lie upon her own hip. Blankets and furs smothered them and the man used his strength to rid the bed of the covers altogether. With her leg thrown up over his hip, he took hold of her thigh and her neck while he poured more affection upon her pouting mouth. The gyrations never stopped. Moments turned to chimes and then the count was lost while they laid twisted together.
After a time, Azmere withdrew and rose above Taurina but only for a few ticks. He turned her on her other side then sank back down until his chest pressed into the cool of her back. He was on fire and so he wrapped his lower arm underneath her body and snaked his hand up to hold her breast and tease her neck with his thick fingers. His other hand gripped beneath her inner thigh and lifted so that he could work his hips up against her bottom. The physicality of his infatuation with her had grown cold the instant they were apart. The splash of heat as he concealed himself in his love pulled a deep groan from his throat that was cut short as he bent his neck around and clamped his lips upon her ear. If she looked over her shoulder, she would find deep, passionate kisses lying in wait as the ankal rocked in and out to a rhythm in his head. Her leg was slowly propped up higher onto his arm so that his hand could crawl up and pay proper attention to the fiery ignition where their bodies joined. He had no trouble finding the most sensitive areas for his fingertips to play.
Passion and love mixed into a fire that would have melted solid rock but it only melted time instead. Azmere chased Tarina up the steep cliffs towards the highest peak. Her vocalizations were merely expressions of the things her body confessed to him. The sweat and honey combined which brought sensitivities to a level of heightened awareness which nearly broke the man but he merely clung to the lithe body in his grasp for an anchor. Her curves brushed against him in ways that deepened his resolve to always find a way to touch her; to create a constant reminder of the beauty of their physical attraction and how it was not meant for only certain places or times but to always- as she had said always- be a beacon which pointed to the truth of their bond. As he clawed his way after her, the top of the mountain in his sight, his body quivered and shook as muscles from head to toe had reached their limit. His breath was gone but his lips still uttered her name. “Taurina.” It was just a whisper but soon it was repeated. And then again immediately. “Taurina.” The syllables reflected the struggles of his physical form but the love in him spurred onward by a spirit calling to its counterpart was far superior. “Taurina!” He screamed in a whisper as he dove off the cascading falls. He slipped into another place as his body quaked in the release that seemed to have no end. An endless fall into total bliss. Everything about her complimented him and everything he did was for her. The culmination of these things resulted in the most primal and visceral experience Azmere had ever known.
As the throes of the blessed evening ran their course, Azmere wrapped his love in his arms and held her tight. Their bodies relaxed against one another but he did not let them separate nor would he. His frame was big enough to encompass the earthly goddess from behind and still bear them enough room for their eyes to lock and lips to meet. The Drykas was happier than he had ever been and the best part was that he knew it would only get better. This simple truth kept the coals raging in his soul long after the fires of lust and primal urges had died out--though they were never truly gone. How one so sensual as Taurina found her way into the leathery arms of a scarred horseman was a mystery to Azmere. It was a mystery wrapped in a story that held many things. Tragedy, comedy, heartbreak, purpose and honor all had a part to play but underneath it all -through the thick and thin- was a love story. No greater song would ever be sung than the beautiful woman who fell from the stars and landed in the loving arms of a tattooed man who held the stars in his eyes.
“I love you, Taurina. Forever into eternity.” Azmere whispered against her neck. Tomorrow marked the first day of the rest of their lives...a whole new start- together.
