[Wind Reach]It's Just Asking For Trouble [Shayth]

[Kovac]

A low hum reverberated in Kovac's throat at Shayth's breathy, teasing reply, a deep moan escaping as he felt the soft grind of the woman's groin against his. His body responded almost instantly, a shifting she would surely feel as the pressure between them increased. He withheld his response, wanting to press his mouth against her soft neck. He could feel the quick pulse thumping against his lips, before sliding them down until they moved across her shoulder, his tongue darting out to trace the ridge of her clavicle. The Avora lifted his head to bring his mouth to her other ear, whispering again hoarsely. "Maybe I found out you are not like the other Riders." His tongue flicked out to bring her lobe between his lips for a moment. "Maybe I could not resist your charm, or maybe I just thought you needed a good, hard..." Kovac chuckled softly at himself, turning his head to press his lips against the soft flesh at the inside of her arm, still upraised and trapped against the wall. After leaving a trail up to her elbow, Kovac returned to gaze into Shayth's heavily lidded blue eyes, his own glazed over with heated passion. A hint of his wry grin appeared as he slid their hands from over her head, releasing hers. One hand slid down her long, strong thigh to hook under her knee and pull it up against his hip. His free hand laid against her face, pulling Shayth's mouth closer in for another impassioned, deep warm kiss. The archer's pelvis met roughly against Shayth's as he boldy ground against her.

[Shayth]

Shayth couldn't help but smile deviously at the archers response, the building pressure between them an exciting precursor of things to come. His body clearly indicated exactly what he thought of her, and it was incredibly arousing. As his lips touched her throat, the redhead breathed through parted lips in shallow baited breaths. His tongue tickled her skin and sent little electric shocks through her body. Even the sensitive skin on her inner arm remembered where his lips traced. The endal could barely get enough of the avora.

As he met her gaze again, Shayth found herself without a witty comeback, her own sky blue eyes drinking in the sight of him - pupils dilated and lids heavy. Lowering her hands to rest on his hips, the redhead wrapped her leg around him as Kovac lifted it, moaning against his lips as the man thrust against her roughly. A jolt of sensation coursed through her, and Shayth dragged her nails across his sides and down to the waistline of his bryda, tucking the fingertips of one hand along the edge and stroking the smooth skin of his lower abdomen. The other hand ran up to his chest and suddenly shoved him back. Breaking the kiss for a moment, she breathed heavily.

"Your all talk. Bark but no bite." The rider said in a low voice, before tugging him forward by his waistband to capture his lips with her own again, nipping his lower lip for emphasis. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him against her bodily. The warmth of her exposed stomach against his was delicious, and the young woman wanted more.

[Kovac]

Kovac took encouragement from the powerful leg that wrapped around him, allowing his hand to run along the underside of her thigh. Still devouring Shayth in their hungry kiss, the archer moaned into Shayth's mouth as her fingers breached the band of his bryda to caress his hard abdomen. Her firm touch made the nerves in his groin fizzle with sensation, stirring him in arousal. He was quickly becoming consumed with the woman when she rebuffed him and shoved him away. Shayth's taunt was sharp, an obvious challenge to Kovac. Savoring her unpredictable behavior, he was caught off guard again as she boldly grabbed him and pulled him against her. Inflamed when the randy Endal nipped at his lower lip, a trick of hers that sent his lust into a frenzy, Kovac struggled to respond through his panting, quick breathes. "I...I don't know if you are ready for my bite." He managed a devilish grin before his eyes slid shut, reveling in the the hot press of their bodies. But Shayth was right, they were not close enough. His hands ran up her tummy to cup her breasts through her vinati. Kovac's hand smoothed over the soft globes before descending again to the start of her hips, peeking out of the top of her bryda. The archer slipped his hold to her lower back, tucking his hands beneath the band of the garment to reach the upper curve of her arse, then bringing his hands forward to hold the crest of her hips beneath the fabric. The avora leaned in to place is teeth against Shayth's warm neck, making a slight impression before sealing his lips against her and sucking sharply. Guiding the woman with the grip on the soft curve of her hips, Kovac steered her to his bed. Suddenly released his mouth and pulled his hands from the band of her bryda, the avora pushed Shayth down onto the bed. His drive so intense, Kovac could not bring himself even to grin as he paused, soaking up the long, lean goddess-like woman that lay splayed out before him. "How many times are you going to end up on your back today?"

[Shayth]

Sighing a moan, Shayth shuddered, sensitive to the muffled movement. As his hands glided down her body and under the band of her own black bryda, the rider pushed her fingers into his hair again, entwining them tightly as he bit her. The redhead had only meant it metaphorically, but the unexpected feel of teeth stirred her senses, before a warm jolt radiated through her from the suction of his lips. Low down, just below Kovac's resting thumbs, Shayth felt a warm pull. A building wanton ache. Groaning breathlessly, she allowed herself to be guided, before opening her eyes to protest his break. In a sudden rush she felt herself fall backwards, landing on the soft covers of the archers bed.

Feeling almost powerless under his gaze, the redhead couldn't help but enjoy the experience. The tables were turned - for now - and it drove her libido. Breathing deeply, the woman raised up on her elbows and lifted a leg to stroke bared toes across the noticeable bulge in his pants, raising an eyebrow as she glanced up at his face. There was no mocking grin or cheeky expression. Only the mirrored lust she could almost sense. And she welcomed it.

"Look who's talking. Don't be so sure your always on top, avora." Shayth said, drawing her bottom lip in between her teeth gently, inviting him with her gaze.

[Kovac]

Kovac tortured himself, making no move other than to drink in the sensuous woman glaring at him with unashamed wantonness. The torment was delicious, the anticipation fueling his consuming desire for her. But when Shayth's toes pressed against his rigidness, his knees almost buckled as his eyes shut and a loud moan escaped from between his wine stained lips. Steadying himself by holding onto Shayth's extended calf, and opening his eyes,Kovac managed a flash of a smirk at her comment, wondering who really had who. He leaned against her toes for a moment, feeling the length of her foot against him, exhaling strongly before lowering her leg and moving closer the bed. he climbed up to straddle her, hooking his fingers under her dark vinati and deftly pulling it off. Again, he inhaled with a sharp hiss as he saw for the first time her bared torso, his eyes tracing every soft curve. Soon his fingers followed, caressing and massaging. Leaning down, Kovac's lips and tongue finally left their mark on the soft flesh and sharp peaks of Shayth's upper body. Lifting his legs, one at a time, Kovac moved until he lay between Shayth's lengthy legs, propping himself over her with his arms. He met her fiery blue gaze, his own green eyes barely slits, awash in lust. Then he folded down on his elbows, their bare torsos touching together, their bryda clad hips achingly pressed against each other. Kovac was too far gone to be snarky, or clever, or sarcastic. He leaned down until he could breath a gutteral word in Shayth's ear. "I want you Rider!"

[Shayth]

Laying back as the archer approached, Shayth flinched only slightly as Kovac removed her top - slightly self-conscious. Her eyes watched as he took in the sight of her exposed body, breathing heavy as goose bumps formed under his fingers. The warmth of the avora's mouth as he leant down sent a rush of excitement through the redhead, bringing forth small sighs and sounds of pleasure.

Welcoming Kovac as he shifted between her legs, Shayth ran her hands over his shoulders and down his spine. Feeling the press of him against her groin, the rider shivered at the sound of his voice. 

"Oh yes." She sighed, as though in agreement. Kissing his neck and shoulder, she moved her hands lower to slide under his waistband again. Moving to force her hands between them, Shayth found Kovac's warmth and stroked it slowly. He was more well endowed than her previous partner, and briefly the young woman felt a twinge of trepidation. It had hurt last time...and Kovac was bigger. Still, she didn't want to stop.

Moving to sit, encouraging him to stand up slightly, the rider tilted her head to kiss him as she lowered the fabric of his bryda almost desperately with one hand, stroking him firmly with the other.

[Kovac]

Had someone told Kovac earlier in the day that the Rider he was angrily wrestling with at the archery range would be the woman he wrestled in a very different way in his bed that night, he would have called them an idiot. Nevertheless, here he was, consumed with a need for Shayth that was rooted in his very core. The Endal took them further as Shayth's hand reached beneath his bryda and seized him, the fire-like burning it triggered in his groin forcing a growling moan to rumble in Kovac's throat. As her grip began to move, the moan became a deep hum that came and went with each of his labored breaths. The Avora complied as the Endal urge him up, settling back as Shayth moved into a sitting position, never letting go of him. He welcomed her kiss again, still sweet with wine and deliciously warm. He could not stop himself from groaning even as their tongues danced and Shayth's hand steadily worked up and down. As she struggled to gain better access to him, Kovac slipped his own hand under the front edge of her bryda, emitting a small sigh of satisfaction as his fingers reached to explore her depths. After several chimes, Kovac broke thier kiss, gasping and panting. His eyes met Shayth's, intense, wild and captivating. His hand slipped from her bryda, grabbing handfuls of the fabric and began yanking it down forcefully over her hips and her arse. Kovac wanted to be able to see her in all her glory, to be able to touch her, to do what he wanted to her. Finally working the garment down over her long legs, the archer cast it aside. His eyes drank in her beauty, the fullness of every curve, the line of every muscle and every inch of her smooth skin, coaxing his arousal to greater heights. "Take mine off." He muttered authoritatively.

[Shayth]

Encouraged by the sounds coming from the archer, Shayth felt her need increasing. Her hand moved more firmly and her kisses were deeper, more intense. What breath she could get, she took in quick gasps and moans. There was a warmth building deep inside, and the rider welcomed it.

As they kissed, Kovac's hand found its way under her own garment, and the redhead took a staggered breath as his fingers found their way inside her. The sensation was magnified by the almost tangible tension in the small room and Shayth moaned with delight. As he broke away from her, she met his gaze with an unabashed desire, forced to let go of his firm member as the archer suddenly tore at her clothing. Leaning back on her elbows, she pulled her legs out as he frantically took the bryda away, leaving her exposed on the bed. Naked, save for the beaded necklace, her eyes never left his, waiting for him to make a move. There was a level of authority he now commanded over her, at this moment, and she didn't flinch when he ordered her to remove his.

Sitting up again, the endal laced her fingers inside the waist band and pulled the clothing down, bending over as she did so. Her hair fell in a crimson curtain as she leaned down, tickling the archers legs. Sliding her hands back up his bared thighs, Shayth kissed the soft skin on his hip and tilted her head to look up at him. Her gaze looked him over, admired the definition of his muscles and the set of his shoulders. Kovac's arms and chest displayed the strength he possessed to out-shoot her on the archery range, and his skin was a deliciously darker color than her own tanned skin. He was every bit a man, and the tryst could ruin her. But right now, she didn't give a petching damn.

[Kovac]

Seeing Shayth hungrily submit to his demand was intoxicating, a twisted delight watching the elite rider succumb to his will like a randy Drudge. Meeting the woman's primal blue gaze, Kovac could see she burned with the same unbridled lust that he felt devouring him. They now faced each other, bared but for her necklace and the sontav's encasing their forearms. He studied Shayth, on her knees, bent between his legs, her long hair draped over his thighs and groin like a crimson cape. It brushed his skin as she shifted, tantalizing the nerves in his skin, even as the touch of her lips on his hips made him twitch and suck in air with a hiss. Kovac's heart thumped against the wall of his chest, quick and fierce. His guts twisted into a hot knot as he stared at Shayth, her beautiful features framed in fiery locks and enrapt in passion, her sensuous, red lips slightly parted. Kovac reached down with one hand to entangle his fingers in her red mane. He firmly coaxed her closer to his desire. Powerful lust and desire for Shayth drove him to find every pleasure he could wring from her, any sensation they could indulge in together. Leaning on one arm, his other directing her, Kovac demanded without words what he wanted from the enthralling Endal.

[Shayth]

As Kovac's fingers gripped her red hair firmly, Shayth winced. It wasn't painful, just firm, but a deep thrill ran through her at the sensation. Eyes still on his, she felt the movement guiding her, and for a moment she hesitated. This hadn't happened last time. In fact, she'd not even really seen what had ended up inside her. Moving her hand up to stroke him, the rider wasn't entirely sure what would feel good or not. But she knew the concept, had heard enough bar talk to understand what to do with it.

Pressing her lips to it, Shayth kissed it lightly, and experimentally she ran her tongue along the underneath. Glancing up at Kovac to gauge his response, the endal wrapped her lips around it and moved her head up and down in time with her hand, closing her eyes. A new tingling sensation stirred between her legs, and the young woman found herself undeniably aroused simply knowing this is what he'd wanted. Emboldened and experimenting, Shayth applied a small about of suction.

Making small sounds of pleasure, the endal delighted in the act, changing the speed and depth of her movements as well as the firmness of her suction. Occasionally she would flick her tongue across the head and run her teeth lightly over it. The redhead felt a warm wetness between her legs and breaking away from Kovac finally, she looked up at him breathing hard and cheeks flushed. There would be an end result to this if she kept going, even the not-so-experienced endal knew that. And it wasn't quite the ending she wanted. Still, she knew if Kovac demanded it, she may well do it. The idea was ridiculous, if he demanded she should knock him out...but here things were different.