[The Docks] The Bad Touch (Razkar)

by **Edreina** on August 28th, 2013, 3:16 am

It was not surprising, in hindsight, for Edreina to find herself trapped on her back, arms stretched above her head, head tilted back as Razkar's hand rested upon her neck. She would be surprised, however, by the small, needing whimper that left her lips. But in that moment, all that mattered was the male currently hovering over her, asserting his power and his dominance. Full lips parted as her mouth went dry, her throat burned with an odd sort of hunger.

"Now..."

Freckled skin was set ablaze as his fingers set a trail of warmth blooming across her skin, spreading outwards from where he touched, racing across her body only to pool between her hips. He caressed that tender strip of skin where her breasts met, causing her to elicit a surprised gasp, back arching towards her hand needily. When did this stop being about training and become about... other physical exertions?

"Do you yield?"

The trapped Svefra wanted so badly to fight back, to writhe and buck until eventually she was able to free herself. But, more than that, she wanted to let this little power struggle play out in a different way. The light in her eyes shifted in an instant between fierce and helpless. It was not too hard to pull off, seeing as she was at the mercy of a Myrian...

Her lower lip was caught between her teeth as she looked up at him with wide, innocent blue eyes. "Yes... I submit..." The way her body arched, adjusting to fit flush against his, it suggested that there was a very different meaning hidden within those words. After a tick, she struggled weakly at his iron grip, attempting in vain to hide the smirk that tugged at her lips. Petch the fight... No, better... Petch the Myrian.

by **Razkar** on August 29th, 2013, 3:50 am

Razkar knew, in the moral sense,that corrupting something innocent was a sin. How could it not be? Taking something that was beautiful and pure and radiated with wonder, child-like in its trust and then... destroying that. Oh, you could say you were "opening their eyes" or "broadening their horizons" or, the classic excuse, "toughening them up", but it all got around to the same thing.

You changed them. You took their purity and sullied it, just like everything else was.

Why, then, did it stir Razkar's loins like nothing else when he saw that submissive youth in her eyes, untouched and virginal though he knew she was anything but, biting her lip in a way that sent hot ripples of desire tightening every muscle from his neck to his crotch-

"Lesson is over."

The last word was grunted out as Razkar's hands snapped to Edri's ass, smoldering submissiveness replaced quickly by a stunned, gasping smile. The Myrian gritted his teeth and lifted himself upright, carrying her with him, her legs wrapping out instinct around his waist-

-as he lifted them both upright, vibration of her giggles ticklign his rthaot along with the bouncing strands of hair that caressed his face as he marched the two of them bown the stairs, aiming for the bed.

An actualy bed. Her hammock was still slung between two posts, of course, but a plethora of cheap pelts, furs and blankets, topped by the dried and luxurious boar pelt, covered one corner of the hold. Razkar smiled when he saw the deep, coarse fur. It wasn't the finest bedding, but the fact that it had been the two of them, on that day...

He slept on that like it was an ermine bedspread, and would not have exchanged it for ten of them.

Edreina's laugh lilted and rose and finally ended in a giggle, just as her body did, when Razkar all but tossed her onto that spread. All pretension of "training" was abandoned now; just a tangled mess of frantically fumbling fingers and hands, Myrian kneeling between her legs and practically molding his lips to hers, nibbling and teasing as he free her of the cloth around her crotch-

The Svefra's back arched like she's been stung by an electric eel, mouth open but screaming without sound as he found her, lips sucking her neck and kissing down her soft, freckled flesh.

Then Razkar looked up and saw that same... brightness. Not quite "light", that thing he saw deep in those blue eyes, so innocent just a chime before. Now that roiled with a barely-latent sexuality and lust that was directed solely at him; her teeth were bared and with every panted breath her rose-peaked breasts rose in a way that had his member twitching-

"I make... new word... for you eyes..."

She could hear him, but seeing him was becoming... problematic. Her Myrian was often a ferocious lover, energetic and dominant, just as she'd always assumed (and, perhaps, hoped?). But when he kissed down her stomach... her thighs... soft touch of his moist lips making her shudder, gasp, eyes rolling back as he got closer... closer...

"You eyes..." He muttered, voice keeping her grounded, but just barely. "Not like... sunlight." A throaty chuckle that vibrated against her... oh, gods... "More like... sinlight..."

Razkar pressed his lips to her, feeling her fingers tangle in his black hair, and two bruised, writhing bodies blissfully forgot the world above them, lost in their 'grotto...