A Welcomed Friend [Hex]

by **Vanator** on April 26th, 2010, 10:08 pm

Vanator leaned back on his good arm, careful not to jar his wound. He watched Hex lower herself into the water, no longer ashamed or inhibited in studying her movement and form. Hex was slight of build but not shy on alluring curves and beautiful structure of bone and muscle. As she drew closer grasping his leg, Vanator felt a flutter in the pit of his core. His fever was rising, and he welcomed Hex's cool bath. The Drykas shifted slightly as Hex leaned in and her lips touched the sensitive skin on the inside of his thigh, sending an electric sensation up to his groin and evoking an almost inaudible gasp from his lips.

The horseman leaned back slightly, but did not flinch as Hex lifted herself from the stream. The water ran off of her, cascading down her raven mane and over her torso, drenching her light garment and soaking the rock beneath her. Vanator drank in the sight, The sleekness of Hex's torso, the globes of her breasts, shamelessly apparent through the clinging thin fabric. Hex's advance may have appeared forward to a voyeuristic onlooker, but Vanator knew it was long anticipated by both the Drykas and the Healer. Their friendship was deep, but the undercurrent of something more intimate had always teased them, unacknowledged and hidden by both.

So only with a thrilling anticipation did Vanator meet his friend's bold approach with a warm, welcoming glint in his gold-flecked brown eyes. The touch of her small hands, cooled by the stream's crystal water, soothed the burning of his fevered skin, his eyes closing for a moment as her caress traveled up his torso and around his neck. He tilted his head back slightly as Hex tenderly kissed his jaw.

Van emitted an unexpected grunt as Hex's finger entwined in his hair and her moist body pressed against his own. The cold pressure of her form was a sudden shock to his hot skin, even as her movements forced an unintentional torque on his shoulder, causing him to wince in pain. But the burning within that was unassociated with his fever erupted as Hex writhed against him, making both the cold and the pain irrelevant, even tantalizing.

Vanator looked into Hex's bright eyes, seeing an attempt to apologize, only to find her soft lids close slightly as she concentrated on the friction between them. He wanted to reach up to touch her, to pull her against him, but his injured arm could not support them alone. So he leaned back on his hands, tilting his head forward enough to whisper into her ear. "Hex, I am so glad you found me." He kissed her cheek softly, then pressed his lips against the healer's lovely mouth, tasting the cool stream water that moistened her lips. His desire was fully ignited now, as she could surely feel, and frustrated that he could not place his hands on her, he poured his passion into the kiss, then pausing to tenderly trace the bow of her mouth with his tongue, before parting her lips with it and entwining it with Hex's own honey sweet tongue .

by **Hex** on April 26th, 2010, 11:37 pm

Only when I lose myself - Depeche Mode

The recognition went to Backlash for the encounter. Somehow she knew where Hex was and somehow Hex had been drawn to the path just to be lead to the horse herself. There was no denying that she had brought them together and for that Hex felt thankful to Backlash and her keen intuition; it was clear that she cared a great deal for Vanator and Hex was reminded by this to treat him with the attention he deserved. He was a man who had seen and felt a lot of pain, and if his aching heart could find relief in the burning chasm of Hex then she was his.

The desert woman threw her legs on either side of Vanator, hovering above his lap on her knees as she splayed her hands over his face and neck. Her nails pulled at the skin on his chest and she caught the edge of his jaw in her mouth, biting into his flesh and smoothing her lips over the valley between his chin and lower lip. Salty sweat had beaded there and it stained her lips when she pressed them into the groove and then slid her mouth up to catch the bottom of his lip and tug at it with her teeth. His mouth was hot and wet and so irresistibly soft. He didn't purse his lips but left them relaxed and ready for Hex to peck at them with her own, the occasional smile peeking in between kisses. Hex could remember countless times in the past when he had been speaking to her and she had lost herself in the movement of his lips and the pleasurable vibration of his voice. When he groaned his sentiment into her ear, the hair on her back shot up and sent a chilled wave, followed by a burst of heat that rolled from her face into her feet - touching him was a full body experience and for someone as sensitive as Hex, their exchanges of emotions and energy coursed through her like lightning, setting her nerves a-flame and sending her solar plexus into a vigorous churn.

Hex had never experienced what it had meant to be really Drykas, but getting to know one intimately was a step in the right direction. His Drykas body was strong and maintained, resembling the muscular horses they bonded to, and she leaned away from his kiss for a moment to marvel at this very fact. She even stepped down from the rock and stood back, taking in nature's most sensual design of him, his lean hips and heavy set shoulders framing his entire build. From the water that flowed down her arms from her wet sleeves, she had soaked his hair and slicked it back on his head, revealing the eyes that had haunted Hex from the moment they met. Past fantasies that she had played out in her mind paled in comparison to the vibrancy she felt illuminating from Vanator, she had greatly underestimated him.

He was the icon of a Drykas warrior, worn by the chaos of battle but experienced in being calm and patient. He was not afraid to be who he was and knowing this made Hex fall to her knees in the river, her hair a mess around her shoulders as she knelt between his legs. Their eyes never left each other as she walked her hands up and down each leg, pushing her hands up onto his chest to feel the tensed muscles of his abdomen. With arms extended, she alternated them, laying her hands flat across his skin when she pushed up his body, and curling her fingers to drag her nails as they worked back down to his knees.

Fever or not, a volcano of heat boiled in his lap, tensing and tenting the material of his shorts, calling Hex to it with the dominant scent of Vanator's bodily nectar. Their eyes still never broken gaze as she gently spread his legs, looking up at him from in the water as she rubbed her face and chest against his shin and knee, allowing him to feel the firmness of her body; she wanted him to know exactly what his very existence did to her. What she meant to do next was clearly communicated when she gripped the shorts around his pelvis and tugged at them, pulling them down his legs until they were free to be tossed aside onto the grass. He was thick in girth and stood straight up at attention, vulnerable and on display for Hex. The muscles of his groin twitched and flexed as she coiled her fingers and mouth around him, bobbing her head rhythmically to pull his attention away from the pain in his arm. She lapped and sucked at him, massaging the only muscle that needed rubbing, and worked both of her hands smoothly over his skin much in the way one might milk a zibri utter. She watched his face when she finally came up for air, starving for the intensity of pleasure she wanted him to feel...

by **Vanator** on April 28th, 2010, 5:55 pm

Vanator felt light headed. The fever had taken hold, leaving his skin sensitive and tingling, rendering the sensation of Hex's hands on his hot skin even more sensual. He did not respond, really could not, as the young healer sat in the water between his knees. But he did fix his burning gaze upon hers.

There was much spoken in their intense glances, even as she continued to work her hands up his legs to his chest and back. There was a warm familiarity in Hex's eyes. Light green irises that had expressed concern, worry, joy and curiosity over the length of their friendship. But now, they smoked with something different, something fully intent on him, something that drove deep and left him feeling bare before her. both physically and emotionally.

Her continued plying of the skin on his thighs and torso made the nerves in his pelvis dance, and he could not stop or hide the rising reaction. Nor did he want to. Vanator had given himself over to the healer, so he simply leaned back, letting the fever and Hex do their work, enthralled with the fantasy that unraveled in dripping water before him.

He could not tear his eyes from Hex's captivating gaze as he felt the firmness of her form slide up between his legs as she stripped him of his last shred of modesty. His heart suddenly pounded rapidly in his chest, a flush of heat rising from his twitching hips, ass he lay sprawled out before her, guts twisted in anticipation.

The gasp of air that Van sucked in between gritted teeth was audible. As Hex gripped his manhood, began to ply her affections to it, his body exploded in an electric sensation that produced an unrestrainbly loud moan. It soon diminished to a rising and falling deep throaty growl as his brain swam in a euphoric haze. By the time Hex paused to look up, Vanator had arched his back, his head tossed back and his mouth open, panting like a galloping stallion.

by **Hex** on April 29th, 2010, 3:51 am

The noises he made reverberated from his chest down through his body and into Hex's, her head rattling with his groans as she touched him mouth on skin. She held on, rocking him through his ecstasy until he had succumbed to her completely, burying himself into her moist lips. Hex pulled up suddenly, gasping for air - she had been so consumed with his own passionate rush that she had stopped breathing, completely engrossed in his furrowed brow and mouth that gaped open. His eyes were glazed over with a sheen of lust and Hex drank up every bit of the emotion that poured of him, drenching her more than the river had.

What had come over her she wasn't totally familiar with. There had only been a small handful of males she did such things with and it was still all so new to her. The only thing that seemed right to her was how she felt and how she reacted based on that alone. Social norms didn't come into play for Hex, as she was her own society in the wild with her own rules. A feeling came over her as she rose from her kneeling position over him and she stood in thought staring down at him with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. She didn't know how the Drykas operated socially, she didn't know the customs for courting, she didn't know even what he thought of her actions past what he felt between their bodies. It all mattered though and she hesitated then, unsure of how he would treat her after she expressed what she had felt for him all that time. Particularly sensitive to emotion, Hex was stunned into paralysis by the immense sensations that swirled inside her body.

To her, the thought of being with him was explosive. Her every sense was on fire around him and her willpower was tested constantly, tearing away the fortitude that kept her focused and not distracted by male flesh (of which she saw more than she was able to handle). The men around her often injured themselves, and they were lucky she was around to sew them up. What she did for Vanator wasn't a common practice for her, but having him alone with her away from anyone else toyed with her insides and enslaved her emotions. Even then through her moment of insecurity she wanted him to spread her across the rocks like butter on bread, but instead repressed her feelings and stood frozen in the river before him with one arm bent and clutching the other arm that lay tense in front of her.

by **Vanator** on April 30th, 2010, 5:20 pm

As Vanator felt Hex's lips retreat, her hands slip down his thighs as she moved to stand in the river, he jaw dropped and he groaned loudly. His head tilted back up, the lids of his eyes sliding heavily open. Hex had coaxed him to the brink, left him teetering on release, then drew him back abruptly. The experience had sent shocking chills through his fevered body, so powerful he could not utter a word, only moans and growls.

Eyes focusing, the Drykas looked at Hex. She was always beautiful. But as his eyes drew across her sleek figure, as if drinking up the water that dripped from every curve, he found her irresistibly alluring. Hex was a strong and confident woman. But now, he saw she had allowed herself to be vulnerable to him.

The wounded horseman gave Hex a warm smile, his breathes coming in sharp pants, his eyes still heavy with a euphoric glaze. The gash in his shoulder was irrelevant now, the adrenaline andpassion coursing through his frame overriding his pain. He leaned forward, sliding down the rock enough to place himself sitting in front of the steamy healer. Vanator's half-lidded eyes settled on Hex's sultry green gaze. His hands reached up to press against her stomach, the damp fabric sticking to her skin cool to the touch. They slid upwards, feeling the soft, shallow ridges of her ribs, the firm curves of her breasts, finally up her neck to rest, cradling her glowing, glistening face. The impassioned Drykas leaned in to her, his lips brushed Hex's smooth cheek, traveled along the line of her jaw, to her chin before coming to rest against the full curve of her mouth. His thumbs pulled down on her jaw slightly, forcing her lips to part. Vanator's tongue passed between them, the tip prodding at Hex's before they slowly entwined.

As their deep, passionate kiss bound them together, his hands continued to explore the expanse of her silky contour, running down her back and across her arse, pausing to appreciate its roundness before dipping in the cold water and coming up the front of her thighs, lightly brushing the apex between her legs before settling on her hips.

He slipped into the river, the chilled water serving to battle his fever. He pressed himself against Hex, relishing the feel of her against his bare skin. Their lips separated, his eyes lifting again to hers. Van searched Hex's eyes curiously, discovering something in her piercing green gaze. There was more than animal attraction and need reflected there, he found warmth and caring. The revelation moved him as deeply as the physical affections she had lavished upon him.

Taking Hex's arms, he wrapped then around his own neck, then he grabbed her by the hips, lifting her off her feet and swinging her legs around his hips. He laughed as he held her around the rear, moving down the stream to a place he could exit the water. Powerful legs lifted them both from the river, Vanator finally falling to his knees, a bit roughly. The fever still worked inside, sapping his strength. He simply gave Hex a grin and a deep wet kiss before laying her back in a patch of soft grass.

by **Hex** on May 3rd, 2010, 2:30 am

Vanator's burning limbs contrasted heavily with the icy chill of Hex's own skin and when he lifted her against his chest, she felt as if she were melting into the depth of his touch like a piece of ice succumbing to the searing temperature of the sun's breath. She had surrendered so much to him already and felt it only made sense to give herself to him; he was more than just a friend to her and what burned between them had been a long time coming. There was so much she didn't know about him but at the time such things did not take precedence over the simmering skillet of hormones that laid over her, pinning her down with his hips and planting kisses over her neck and chest.

The wound would not hold though if he unconsciously tried to stabilize his weight on the arm; in reaction to this thought Hex turned the tables and rolled Vanator onto his back. The wet linen shirt had managed to get twisted and wrapped diagonally around Hex's torso, and she felt a restriction in her breathing - to which she pulled and yanked at it lazily while trying to pay attention to his lower regions with her other hand. Needless to say, she became completely twisted in the garment when trying to pull her head down and got caught with her hair and the wet shirt pulling at her face. Looking rather foolish, Hex tried to wiggle out of her restraints but ended up somersaulting backwards away from him onto her knees.

"Help" she moaned through the fabric desperately in a voice comparable to that of a small child whispering into the dark to save them from the monsters that lurked unseen.

by **Vanator** on May 3rd, 2010, 6:38 pm

Hex's sudden role reversal proved well timed, as the strain Van had put on his freshly sutured wound had caused enough pain to make him wince. As Hex settled atop of him, he relaxed again, or as much as his singing nerves would allow. His eyes captured hers, a low grumble rolling in his chest as her hand found him again.

He watched as she struggled with the shirt, the sultry maneuver turning almost comical as she released her grasp on him and found herself helplessly wrapped in the wet garment. When she toppled backwards, Van's eyes widened, the grin he had concealed broke free.

The lithe girl managed to return to her knees, but her head and arms were hopelessly tangled. Her pathetic plea seemed so out of character. Van sat up, looking at Hex like he never had before. She suddenly was utterly endearing. He had seen the stoic wilderness survivor, the mystical ghost chaser, and the lusty healer. Now he saw her as simply a vulnerable girl who needed rescued, her plea somehow as exciting as her touch on the most sensitive parts of his anatomy.

He scrambled to his knees, crawling over to her. "Hold on, let me help you." His voice was kind and loving. Van took hold of the garment and attempted to untwist it. The drenched fabric was stubborn and he feared pulling the hair entangled in the tight folds.
Vanator laughed lightly. "I'm going to owe you a shirt love." Grabbing the hem in both hands, Van began to tear the wet fabric, pulling it away until Hex's arms could be freed, then pulled it off over her head. He tugged lightly, still yanking at some of her locks caught in the shredded shirt.

He cast the fabric aside, turning again to see Hex for the first time in all her natural glory. She was a truly stunning woman. Her physique was honed by a harsh life in the wild. The herbal skin treatments that had made her face, legs and arms so soft, smooth and warm, was apparently used on all of her body, accentuating the subtle curves and valleys of her form.

He gave her a wide smile, one that he hoped would alleviate any embarrassment on Hex's part. Just to make sure, Van leaned in again to kiss her, soft and light at first, increasing in pressure and intensity as his hands moved slowly from her knees to her hips and over the cool skin of her breasts, where they lingered, moving in small circles, the heat of his fever warming her soft flesh.

After a long moment, he leaned back, his hands moving to take Hex's, his eyes locking again in her soft, mysterious green gaze. He moved back again, pulling her with him. laying back, he placed his hands on her thighs and muscled her again to a position astride his pelvis. It was clear in his glance where he wished to go. As he searched her amazing gaze, he realized Hex had become more than a friend or an object of desire, she was a soul welcomed to all that he was, from his hardened body to the depths of his heart. Eyes still fixed on hers, Van took her hands again, kissing the palms of each. His readiness was obvious, brushing strong and warm against the inside of her leg. He pressed her hands flat against his abdomen, his own beginning a trek that would explore every inch of her silky skin that was within his reach.

by **Hex** on May 4th, 2010, 3:39 am

She was the icy breeze to his volcanic heat, and her hips danced over the towering stalk of his pelvis, rhythmically sliding him along the outside of the space between her thighs as she dowsed him with her inner most expressions. When she bent down to lay her cool chest against his, the heat made her coil her fingers away, searching for the sopping wet shirt that Vanator had ripped from her body when she tangled herself in it helplessly. Retrieving the shirt with a stretched arm, she brought it out in front of her and with both hands wrung out the fabric, letting the chilling water of the river splash over Vanator's chest. Hex flung the bundle of fabric to the side and swam her hands through the water that had collected on his stomach below his sternum. His skin was smooth and like the colour of a light brown wood, a delightful complement to the amber colour of his eyes.

Hex leaned forward against him, her hair draped off to one side of her face as she bent over his face to brush her lips against his. In a wiggled movement she grinded her hips down in a spiral until he had breached her castle walls and penetrated the throne room. The sensation was electrifying and every cord in her body pulled taut and relaxed as she drove her pelvis down to meet his in a torrent of moistened skin. Her brow furrowed and she let out yelps that increased with volume and pitch with every long hard stroke that he delivered into her body. Hands that had been digging at the dirt and grass moved to Vanator's face and neck as she hung onto him, kissing his face and sending her hands to explore the enticing curves of his muscular torso.

Hex encouraged his hands to pull at her hair and squeeze the swelling curves of her body as she pulled herself upright into a vertical position to rise and fall over him with more force. Their fingers locked together as Vanator drove himself closer and closer to a slippery edge, and then backed off to regain his breath and composure. This went on for what seemed like bells, their teasing movements pulling one another along the line of explosion but never reaching it - a torturous wave of sensation taunting their bodies and tormenting their lust for a combined release. Finding bliss simultaneously was a mere twinkle of a thought to Hex as she neared her own peak, but words to alert him escaped her and all she could muster was an expression of her auristics like a beacon of light that pierced through the thick of a fog.

by **Vanator** on May 5th, 2010, 6:25 pm

The myriad of physical sensations Vanator was experiencing was unprecedented. His fevered flesh contrasting with the chill of water and the cool touch of Hex's skin was stark and shocking. The feel of her fingers plying his muscles with subtle force charged his nerves. The driving, rhythmic motion of Hex's warmer flesh over his straining manhood caused his very core to spasm and twitch and his head to swam.

He welcomed her sweet kisses, groaning powerfully against her lips as she lowered herself on him. His desire waxed torrential and consuming, his hands gripping at the grass and burrowed chunks out of the turf. At Hex's coaxing, the fingers of his left hand entangled in her wet hair, tugging her mane so her head tilted back. Vanator hungrily kissed and plied his tongue against the soft skin of her arched neck, slipping down to graze her strong shoulders with his teeth. His right hand found the firm sphere of her arse and he roughly caressed it, using his strength to drive her hips harder against his.

The sensual healer sat up, sinking further onto Vanator and forcing a low growl from his throat. The Drykas explored the ample curves oi her breasts until Hex took his hands and entwined her fingers in his. From then on, his eyes only left her gaze to momentarily slip shut in ecstasy. He manipulated his muscles, tightening and relaxing to maintain control of himself. It meant as much, no more, to him that Hex experience the fullness of her pleasure before they were through. Finally, the euphoria in her eyes and the tightening of her own muscles let Van know the time was near. His hold on her hands tightened, the fevered pitch of Hex's rise and fall wavered as Van's eyes struggled to stay fixed on her's. Vanator timed his explosion to match the shuddering of Hex's body, his wordless cry loud and unashamed as his eruption warmed her, their essence mingling as a physical manifestation of the binding of their hearts.

by **Hex** on May 5th, 2010, 7:38 pm

Hex cried out as her own release washed over her, charging through her core at lightning speeds and throbbing her entire body to the rhythm of her beating heart. Her lathered interior pulsated against Vanator, milking him of every drop of his essence as it spilled out from him in bursts. Her throat was dry from her yelling and she looked at him through hazy eyes that grew heavy and lethargic as she sailed down from the high of being with him sensually. Slowly she floated down until their chests met and the slick layer of perspiration between them stung the skin on her hips where Vanator had raked his hands in an effort to thrust her down against him. She was sore and pleased, and a satisfied smile crossed her lips as she drifted off into an unexpected sleep on top of Vanator. She hadn't even bothered to roll away or wash herself off, the moment she let her eyes close her body went limp in his arms.