Closed Archer and the Artist (Valo)

[Weylin Quickshot]

The two lovers resided next to each other, skin against skin, fingers caressing and exploring, as lips moved but no words were spoken. For as his hands reached for her clothing and removal of it, hers also respond in like. It was almost an urgency to reveal each other in such a way, for modesty was clearly no longer an issue. She muffled a groan as his lips stroked against her form, a quick blush against her cheeks as he was captivated by her and a deep craving to please. Her eyes looking up to him with a sense of neediness filling them, as if she would be depraved of him if at this very instant chose to leave her. She wanted him, she needed him. But there was subtle hesitations brought on by nerves, an uncertainty on if she would be able to satisfy. After all she was far from the same levels of experience as him, or perhaps more correctly she had no experience what so ever.

Worries right now were far from a priority, for there were far more important issues to tend to. Heat, warmth, bare flesh, satisfying the growing lust between them, that was what filled her mind. Every touch was vital; it transmitted desires between them, stimulated responses and understanding. Even the subtle trace of her figure pressed against his spoke more than what ever could be communicated through words. Her fingers laced through his hair, slipping through the curtain of red that held his handsome features, which in turn lead down to his own natural state, and one that she would never wish to differ. For he was the only one she wanted, a man who would receive her love and love alone. She could feel his desires, the gentle trembles that suggested that this was more than a simple physical want- although there were other parts that did suggest it was so.

No part was ever missed, even as she reached up to him and brought him down to her. She could taste him, the heat of him that matched her own raging fire, the pounding of her heart, an excitement matched almost with an impatience that longed only to be closer. For she was now his in every form, with even her hesitant touches and signs of nerves beginning to set in, it was clear that she adored him. Her chest tightened as their lips crossed paths once more, a simple movement that sent her into a state of euphoria. For everything was now as it should be, adoration, care, lust and love presented in its most natural and purest form.

[Valo]

He revelled in the reactions of her body to his every touch, the groans and the passion that radiated from her. And he paid very close attention to all of this, quickly deciphering the things that pleased her the most and then allowing her the pleasure. Their lips would combine in a kiss after kiss and his hands explored the most intimate of her parts. His affection was gentle enough to please , yet assertive enough to allow the her the delight of a man's touch. He pampered her and pleased her, in every was a man could. There was a point however where he could no longer hold back, no longer hover so lustfully above the woman who's enticed him so. He burned for her, wanted to become part of her, devour her whole. And thread by thread, he let go of the Valo he was, let go of the gentleman and gave way to the simple man at heart. Animal instincts took over completely as he gave into his craving whole heartedly. And as their lips pressed together again, Valo's hands lay on her hip, gently pulling her closer and in a great fluidity of movement their bodies joined into a blissful union. It was that point where more than ever he paid close attention to her every movement, ever sound and every manifestation of emotion within her. A knot in his chest, for his heart was a bell within the cavity. It beat with haste, beat with anticipation and anxiety, though not once would he show it. Perhaps it was her young age. Perhaps the very fear of causing her pain that was greater than the pleasure, but as he took her for his own, their eyes met, awaiting any consolation on her behalf. A sign that she did in fact want this. And even the subtlest of signs would suffice; a weak smile, a kiss, anything.

[Weylin Quickshot]

Self control left the mind of Weylin, her mind had now grown dizzy with an instinct that controlled her. Their lips met, their thoughts merging into one. He knew where to be rough and in other times where to be gentle, almost as if the pair had known each other for a lifetime. There was no longer a need to hold back, nor to hesitate. Her breathing became laboured, her hands having now gained a life of their own as they caressed his form, reaching for him and his deep cravings.

A gasp, followed by a weak groan escaped her. Her head rested briefly against his shoulder, her hold on him tightening. It was bittersweet, a moment of pleasure with a brief flash of pain. It did not last though, for soon it was consumed by bliss. Her chest heaved for a moment; her cheeks carry a blush as if she was indeed truly lost in the fluidly of the movement. She looked almost helpless, as if the hunter had turned round and become the hunted. And Valo was now the passion driven wolf that stalked her down. Her eyes met his, wavering for a moment a glint in her eye full not of lust, but pure untainted love. She could see the longing, the reassuring comfort that their desires were shared. In which they were.

A flicker of a smile appeared on her lips, and she reached for him, a single gentle kiss with a hum of soft words in his ear, “I am yours. Always.”
She led her lover to continue, wrapping herself around him, her body chasing after his. She would let him, her wolf, her hunted consume her in all that he could give, to make her cry out and plead for more. And she would do the same in return.

[Valo]

"I am yours. Always" He didn't reply for all speech was lost to him. At least his reply did not manifest by the means of speech but by the means of passion. An explosion of movement, a draining of his lust into her. A burning smile on his face, as hot as the white hot love within him. Every movement saturated with it profoundly. Every quiet groan, every hot breath on her neck. A poetic ballad which their bodies played out, a painting of perfection on the canvas of something divine. Something otherworldly, painted by the hands and the body of Valo, upon the woman he loved so greatly. All of his senses were overwhelmed with the pleasure, like a tidal wave which he could not deny. How he loved this side of her. The fragile Weylin Quickshot who was at his mercy. As she spoke, she was his. Always. Gripping her tightly to his chest, he rolled over onto his back, now allowing her to take control, to please her self with his body. He wanted to feel it, to see just how bold the girl could be. A deep desire to see her unleash her self upon him, his slender hands on her hips, a gentle smirk on his face accented so beautifully by the contemporary chiaroscuro of candle light. A romantic aura of it all. His body language spoke to her clearly the words of encouragement.

[Weylin Quickshot]

Valo devoured her. He made her cry out, the intensity of their passion blinding her thoughts. She tensed, her body trembling as he continued, as all thoughts other than their intimacy crumbled away and vanished. Nothing mattered anymore. The two were brought close, wrapped up in each other, their frames caught in the candle light, features flickering in and out of darkness. Their warmth fighting back the cool that surrounded them, a pleasure flaring up like wild fire. A deep craving of each other’s flesh, of skin against skin. He was her artist, and she was his canvas in which his pleasures and desires were painted upon.

He brought her up, so she rested before him, allowing her to take control. He wanted to see her boldness, the raw loving nature of her embrace, just as he had embraced her. But she needed no encouragement, even with the gentle smirk that rested upon his lips. She paused, taking a moment to gather her breath, before she released herself upon him, though more slowly than he. She was gentle, teasing with it, drawing out gasps of pleasure as her lips met his. She leaned in close and met him, moving with his form as confidence grew from within. Her lust poured forth, a quiet groan, a laboured breath escaping as the senses truly awoken. Weylin revealed herself to him, casting away nerves that held her back.

Where she was gentle however, she was also direct. The roles were returned, the vulnerable Weylin having now been replaced once more by the hunter. And Valo had once more become her prey. She stalked him down, her lips stroking against his cheek, the she could hear the hot breath against her neck, the taste of him as they met once more. It ensnared her, dragging her down into him as instinct took over once more. She laboured for him, she worked for him, her quiet groans a beg in his ear.

[Valo]

Their union was perhaps the very last means of sealing their love. Of professing it to one another in the most poetic of ways, saturated with passion and lust. Emotions only known to those truly in love. Their bodies became one, their minds singular. For he was the artist and she was his hunter and as much as she belonged to him, he belonged to her also. An unbreakable union between the two, laced with the invisible threads of something that may have been perhaps destiny. A fate that would prove a cruel mistress in time. They had enjoyed them self far into the night, enticed by one another wholly and when all that passed, he held her close to his naked chest. An affectionate embrace. His fingers playing with the stray strands of her hair, his emerald eyes - that now glistened wildly, illuminated by the flames which still burned, yet barely - stared deep into hers. "I love you." he whispered, laying a warm kiss on her forehead.

[Weylin Quickshot]

How long did this continue for? It did not matter, for the pair was within their own time and the outside world in another. But when the time did pass, and as the final rays of the light disappeared into the dark of the night, the two laid there in their completed states concerned with only each other still. But desires of lust were no longer on their minds; it was simple cares and affection now. Her eyes met his, but they were no longer sharp or hunting, instead they were a deep green that seemed to absorb all that they lay upon. She was held by his embrace, a shelter almost from the outside world. She heard his words, the gentle kiss against her skin. Her eyes met his, and she smiled before reaching up and kissing his cheek.

“I love you too,” she firstly spoke in Pavi, but then quickly repeated herself in Common.
It was simple forgetfulness, but never the less the meaning was there. Her head rested against his chest, and for a while she was quiet only her gentle breathing filling the silence. But then she turned her head once more to face him, a simple gaze that spoke so much. She took his fingers in hers and held them tightly, before releasing them. There was so much that could be expressed, but there were also times that it could not be. Words could only take one so far after all. She kissed him once more, before pressing her form into his her head burrowing into his chest, a smile upon her face that had been revealed in a long time.

[Jester]

Thread Graded!! Valo : XP Awarded +2 Painting +2 Seduction Lores Awarded Art is Love Love is Art Weylin : XP Awarded +3 Seduction Lores Awarded Location: Valo's Home Time Stops When You're Having Fun Notes : Very interesting thread. Personally not my favorite of topics, but I can certainly appreciate the craftsmanship of it. Nothing struck me as corny or unrealistic, so thank you for the quality "The difference between a jester and a fool is that the jester knows he's a jester" DISCLAIMER: If you think I have been foolish in grading your thread, don't hesitate to PM me. I am happy to take another look at anything you feel is in error, but keep in mind the other Storytellers and I have final say.