Then A Rest Of Course...

by **Kavala** on June 12th, 2014, 3:37 am

Matthew had a strange look in his eyes when she spoke. That look made her forget all about corpses and anatomy and all the curious things she had just wondered about momentarily. Were they even having a conversation? His eyes had a gleam in them that she could not define. It was something she hadn’t ran across before. Matthew kept his gaze on her and in a way she felt pinned by it. Even as he rose up above her where she reclined, he did not break eye contact. To call his bright blue gaze luminous would be an understatement. Kavala could equate them to someone webrunning forward, scouting, where the djed tended to pool in their eyes. But truthfully it was something more. And while his gaze was predatory, there was something else there, something deeper, older, and only just realized.

When he came up on his knees, she reached instinctively slumped back into the sand – not all the way – but back enough to gain a bit of space, surprised he didn’t grant her the wish she’d expressed to encircle him, stroke his back, nibble at his neck. He’d always been so giving before, ready to indulge her. But this… this was a ferocity brought on from someplace deep where he denied and controlled everything about the moment rather than catering to her demands. It lit a fire in her, one that was sudden and surprising. What she had wanted was a sweet gentle torment. What he gave her was something else altogether.

Leaning over her, forcing her thighs open, Matthew felt strong to her. He was both larger and more powerful than she was. His shadow blocked out the sun and his demeanor demanded she pay attention to nothing but him. And in that position, he touched her, demanded, desired, and didn’t give her a chance to respond or speak. When she opened her mouth to speak he settled down on her. His weight was a sweet agony that caused her to whimper and shift beneath him. She had no breath to talk and within moments had no desire too. His solid chest flattened her softer one. His forehead pressed hers. And she could almost feel her energy roar up and lick at his as his overwhelmed hers and united. Kavala’s eyes drifted shut, having no will to speak suddenly, and no need to change anything. She went back on her palms and then rested into the sand. His hand snaked around her, stroking her spine. Kavala held nothing back. She wasn’t the type to do. The pale woman cried out her joy and need, pressing herself closer to Matthew. She wasn’t even a woman anymore, not really, not as she had known her life to be. Instead she was an instrument, gently pinned and cradled in Matthew’s arms expectantly. The music was coming… and not in a soft faint melody, but in something fierce and crashing, and full of need.

She could feel him and opened wider, her aura and her actions crying out for it. She would never be the type of lover that softly gave. This was more her, this wild unfettered thing writhing beneath him, demanding, crying out, and utterly needful. His words simply drove home her feelings. She loved the demand of his voice, the deep drawn out word that was punctuated and enunciated perfectly. It caused her eyes to open again and meet his. Her orbs were a darker shade than normal. When she was angry or upset, they leaned towards the color of sunlight reflected through ice, pale and chilly. But this shade was burning, a white-hot blue that took in everything in his eyes and demanded more as her gaze sought his soul.

There was djed in her, a lot of it, and it surged forward and tried to tap fire. But no one had shown her how to harness the elements. No res had yet touched her body to contaminate it with the virus-like knowledge of how to reproduce. The fire in her was trapped, untapped, and it caused her aura to flare even more brightly in his altered gaze.

He felt her fall back completely, letting the sand take her weight as she reached up with her whole body and encircled him. Slim scaled legs wrapped their corded muscles around him, a testimony to her years on horseback. She gripped his body to hers and let her arms encircle his torso, bringing them together. Pale teeth grazed his neck at his pulse point, and then a tongue traced his jawline. She whimpered like an animal under him, her whole body growing hotter and hotter as heat pooled in her sex and set fire to her belly.

She couldn’t have called magic had she known any. And there were no webs here to tap into and draw strength from. There was only the bright burning orb of Syna in the endless expanse of incredibly blue sky. There were only the trees and the shrubs and even the tall salt grass that grew on the edge of the cove. Kavala’s horse was off somewhere, giving them time and space. So besides Caiyha, the only one left was Semele who cradled Kavala against her, holding her supportively as Matthew drew out her passion and drew it out and drew it out and drew it out.

In the end, the only thing Kavala could do was feel. And she felt deeply. The emotion had a name, a face, and a scent. The desire within her had a warmth that was white-hot pressed against her. Its face reflected Matthews features. Its scent was his scent. It’s voice was his voice. But in the end, it was something so pure, so elemental, that its strength caused the whole of her race and his race to perpetuate. And while she named the thing Matthew, a more disassociated person would call the thing that had Kavala in its grip the term “need”.

Kavala needed.

She needed his taste, his touch, the feel of his hands on her. She needed his mouth against hers, on her body, his hand on her ass, his hand on her breast. She needed his skin against hers, and even liked the roughness of his chin when he hadn’t shaved for a day or two. But mostly she craved something he hadn’t given her yet. She craved a closeness they hadn’t shared. And as she lost her mind beneath him, with his weight on her pinning her down and his voice rough in her ear…. he could tell her body was ready. Her skin was hot, burning his, and where he brushed her causing her agony, he could feel the state of her body, the slickness of her core. Her awareness was gone from her eyes. In its place was something wild, needful, and demanding. This was no gentle play, no cuddling comfort of soft talk – list making – while they were wrapped in each others arms. This was something altogether different. And while Matthew heard music, Kavala heard only their heartbeats, which sounded like the thundering of herds racing across the Sea of Grass, hooves echoing off the body of their mother Semele. It felt wild, unfettered, and a whole lot like being or coming home.

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by **Matthew** on June 12th, 2014, 4:31 pm

Perhaps this was art. He had long since thought that imagination and inspiration were in a place that he did not have. His mind consisted of an imagined library of knowledge that he constantly edited and updated, but that was all that there was. He was a collection of knowledge, and everything he did was because of that knowledge. He did have instinctual reactions, but he had never actually considered where those came from. They were often few and in-between. Was this feeling of evolution and power perhaps drawn from the same place that instinct was? Was he now acting upon instinct? Perhaps he was acting on the intelligent evolution of instinct. Perhaps he was becoming something more. No, that was silly. He reached out and reined in his thoughts, knowing how the djed could make him feel. Even with something as simple as auristics, there was always that danger of what djed could do a person. Almost every other personal magic was more of a danger, but auristics still had some threat. He would not allow himself to be consumed.

But he still painted.

His hands touched her body and his soft noises coaxed her ears, his member caressed her entrance with barely-there touches. Her aura sang out and evolved, an already beautiful painting that only grew more complex and memorizing as the moments passed. It dripped with lust and want and lit up his tongue in tastes that reflected that. Auristics was a strange thing, speaking to his senses in ways that made it hard for him to understand. Her aura tasted, though he knew no real word to describe the taste. He tasted it and drank from it when he felt the shift, felt the change from what was Kavala to what was a woman. He felt enlightened, as if he had been blessed with knowledge from above. Sex was not complex. It was so simple. It was like it had always been. People, relationships, problems, doubts, society... all of those things had made sex complex. He would make it simple again. He would show her something pure.

Matthew felt a distant approval of her actions, almost a pride. He hesitantly let it trickle through, let it express itself, letting his delight in her responses reflect in his stare. He made no real noise, not yet, though there were murmured growls and encouragements. It was his body and his stare that spoke, twitching muscle and a stance of ownership, a look of delight and pride that she was letting herself be dominated by what he was doing to her.

He still teased, still founds ways to make steps forward without fully taking her. Now it was not just the tip of his shaft, instead it was the underside of his entire length, stroking slowly and precisely up and down the length of her own entrance. He was testing her, seeing if she was ready, and it was more than obvious that she was. As she settled back in the sand and arched for him, his hands danced down her body, brushing over her breasts but purposefully avoiding the sensitive peaks. Matthew never once hesitated, his hands moved with knowledge and purpose. He never stopped giving off the impression that he knew her body and he knew exactly what to do with it. He had learned that very early. Confidence was key. Even if it was unfounded confidence, then one still needed to give the impression that they knew what they were doing. Luckily for Kavala, Matthew did. He knew it very well.

He arched his head to the side to allow her to taste him as she encircled him, dropping his body enough to further let his weight pleasurably settle upon her curves. The tip of his shaft caught her entrance and he let it linger, one strong hand taking a firm hold of her hip while the other took a firm grip on one cheek of her rear. He lifted her hips ever-so-slightly, perfectly calculating and planning the angle that he would take her at.

It was only when her aura seemed to be bursting at the seams did he finally give it what it was singing out for.

His entry was just as slow and patient as every other one of his moves had been, denying complete satisfaction and somehow managing to draw it out even more for the konti writhing underneath him. He filled her inch by slow inch, taking his sweet time, eyes locked on hers, muscles straining to prevent her legs or arms from just forcing him deeper. He let a satisfied moan growl out in her ear, a deep and drawn-out noise that grew all the louder when he was finally buried to the hilt.

"More?" He asked the question that seemingly had the obvious answer, just to force Kavala to put her need to words... if she could. He would oblige, drawing almost all the way out of her before slowly plunging back in. If her reaction was one of delight and more need, he would then begin to slowly pick up the pace at which he filled her, his hands moving to take even more control. One upon her breast and the other upon her throat, eventually tightening to such a strength that her body would not be allowed to bounce up against the sand when he thrusted in, instead forced to remain in place and take each methodical pleasurable blow. His muscles would tense and ripple with the effort, sweat soon dripping from his flesh to fall upon and coat her own. He did not look away, and barely did the young student blink. He merely held her and gave her what he had transformed her body to so purely, desperately, simply want. Matthew wanted to make sure that she would never see this act the same again. In some twisted form of appreciation for her friendship and knowledge that she had gifted him with, he also wanted to make sure that she always knew exactly the sort of pleasure she should be able to achieve with future lovers... even if he planned to live on in a place they would never find.

It was only at a certain point when he would finally break eye contact, when he would lift his body as far as she would allow while still continuing to push himself deep. He let his eyes roam, let his stare openly admire every inch of the body she possessed, something that had been crafted from years of simple hard work. While he wanted her to feel pleasure, he also knew that a certain level of pleasure came from just feeling beautiful, even in a time like this.

by **Kavala** on June 21st, 2014, 5:54 pm

Kavala had told him exactly what she wanted and she watched almost like she was disconnected as he took her words for other kinds of permissions and ran with them. Had it been someone else, the Konti might have taken offense. But Matthew was skilled and she was young and there had never been anything for her like they did together. Kavala knew people that could drown themselves in hard drink that took the edge of their pain and hardships. She also knew people that took plants and herbs that also relaxed them to the point that they would never care about anything ever again so long as the drug or drink was in their system. And she could understand it. Death was prominent on The Sea of Grass. You loved things fiercely one day and the next day they were gone, often taken before one’s very eyes. The drink and the herbs numbed the pain, made them forget, and made life a little bearable.

But Kavala wondered if the people had ever experienced something like Matthew. He was overwhelming in his approach, causing her to forget everything especially her loneliness. He played her body like a musical instrument and made her sing with so much pleasure she thought she would die. And when he touched her, she just wanted more of it. Like now… as the need built Kavala matched his motions, giving him all the reaction he could ever need. Where he touched her she colored, her skin blazing in iridescence as only a Konti lover could. Her scales and skin practically glowed as her energy expanded outwards flooding him and his auristics with her pleasure and need. It was as if her energy surged forward like a wave, crashed upon his, and blended together strengthening them both exponentially as their bodies coiled together.

The Konti was not a quiet gentle lover. When Kavala gave of herself, she gave it all and heavily, wrapping as much of herself around him as he’d allow. She touched him everywhere she could, her hands finding his back, across his shoulderblades, and even down to the curve of his rear, holding him to her, whimpering and making soft noises of invitation. Where her hands touched her mouth followed when it could. She used soft kisses and nips. She slid her tongue across his flesh; unashamed at how delighted his lightly sweaty skin tasted. She wasn’t afraid to use her teeth too, and bit deeply when the emotion merited it, not breaking skin but decidedly as forward as he was in her advances.

Gods she loved how possessive he got in that moment, how dominate he was, taking her words and pushing her back into the sand to take everything she wanted to give and more. His eyes were hard to match gazes with because they burned with a fierceness she wasn’t used to seeing. A part of her wondered if it was another mask he was trying on for size or if he truly let his masculinity take over and was taking her as a man and fully a man could. She loved his confidence, his knowledge of where to touch and when to touch. And in her mind Kavala finally understood why some of the mares she’d witnessed being covered by stallions trembled before the act. She herself trembled. It wasn’t fear, but it was anticipation and the spiral of arousal Matthew had careful built around her that left her almost mindless with need.

He touched, but not enough to give her relief. He rubbed, but only with the promise of what he was going to follow through with, and it drove her crazy. Kavala forgot her name, forgot why they were there, and forgot everything about him, his scent, his taste, his touch, and what he was promising to do. She wanted to scream, loose her skin and become pure energy. And she felt herself doing so, going past what she’d expected mortality to lie and into something different.

Matthew called her back. He called her back with his penetration and the fact that he moved her suddenly so that he caught her gaze and held it. Trapped beneath him, the Konti felt herself curling around him, and yet opening further, welcoming the return. His slow thrust was a lifeline tossed to her that she seemed to need in order to not fall apart. Kavala caught it and gasped, arching even further, her blue eyes gone icy with emotion. He was power and strength and he controlled every bit of her ascent into adulthood. His body rippled and with his advantage of size and leverage, he held her still… absolutely still as she cried out.

Humans women had no sensation, it was said, deep within their bodies. For Konti it was different. They had nerves upon nerves upon nerves both surrounding and within. So as Matthew took her body, everything about Kavala sang. Konti were built for pleasure, to both give it and receive it. As Matthew slid deep, a human would have given him tightness and a barrier to pierce had he been the first. A Konti gave him stimulation of another sort. It was true that Kavala was untouched and thus gripped him in a way that told him no one had been here before him. But she also gave him a redoubling of intense pleasure where her body’s silk sheath gave his iron hard shaft a myriad of sensations that did for him what his hands were doing for her. While Kavala would never forget this moment, her first encounter, and the way she felt about Matthew, her body did a fine number on his.

Konti had no males in their species. They depended on males of other species to take care of their reproductive needs. And their bodies saw to it that no male that had ever had a Konti forgot the feeling. So when Matthew slid home, fitting himself slowly and deeply into Kavala’s body, her sheath took over and flooded Matthew with pleasure so intense it caused ripples of nerve reaction to race up and down his spine. It was like a fire that didn’t quite burn or getting struck by the blue charges that walking across thick pelts caused in ones fingers when they touched someone else. Her physical body GAVE to him, sang to him, forced him to feel things no human woman could ever make him feel. It was like lightning up and down his shaft narrowing to his spine and streaking out into his limbs. They both felt it, the incredible need. For Kavala it was a need to do anything for this man, to give anything to see his eyes light with pleasure. For Matthew it was something else intense, an utterly Konti associated feeling Later when he gave thought to it Matthew would understand it was the biological drive of the Konti, the absolute need to empty all he had of his life force into the body beneath him without thought and without hesitation. And her entire body, the way she felt, the way she moved, and all the nerves that were able to stimulate his inside of her were designed for that.

He was her species survival.

And when he spoke, the Konti beneath him never broke eye contact. She mouthed the words she could not utter. In those voiceless whispers were no polite words of encouragement or ascent. They were demands, need, and passion all rolled into verbs and nouns she was unable to utter. But he could read lips. He could see the harsh almost port-like language that rolled off her lips. The Konti he rode would never beg for anything in her life, but she would make demands so thoroughly and utterly that it would take a master at control to refuse her.

She did tilt her head, breaking eye contact with him then, to look down between their bodies and watch him slide within her as she curled around him. Kavala hadn’t seen anything more beautiful and more perfect in her whole life.

But even that small action Matthew allowed only so long. He seemed to demand her utter attention as he slowly worked her body. Part of her knew why. He didn’t want to miss anything. He lived for reaction to action and in allowing her to break eye contract he might not gain an insight that would be there. Tilting her head up and looking down between her breasts to where their hips moved gave him less control. She felt his hands release his support of himself, felt him cup her breast and then his hand slide around her throat. It forced her head back into the sand. It forced a rigid stillness to her body. Her eyes rose up and met his again.

Her eyes were blazing bright blue now and he knew he had achieved what he hoped to. She would remember him forever. Better still, her body would remember his forever. Being first had nothing to do with it. Being best had everything to do with it. She gave herself to him utterly and he felt that change, that ownership, as he took possession over and over and over again.

While she was his, in that moment, it allowed him to release her gaze and do his own looking. All Konti were built for pleasure. There was not a singularly ugly one among the women of The White Isle. But while most were soft, smooth, and perfect in their serenity the one he had beneath him was anything but. She was long angles of well toned muscle and the embodiment of strength. She was fierce and threw herself into everything she did wholeheartedly. Scars on her knees and legs attested to a life lived fully and not carefully avoided. And while he rose and fell above her she gave everything to him in return, holding nothing back. Had he been able to feel more than what his crippled emotions allowed him too, he would have been surrounded in an auristic field of acceptance and fierce approval. Her body demanded he take her deeply, repeatedly, and each time he did it rewarded him with waves of pleasure from a thousand difference sources all centered on his shaft. Her eyes, her noises, her intense reaction backed up her body’s demand until he knew he could cover her when and where he wanted any time any place and there’d be nothing but pleasure for him and willingness from her.

When he lifted up slightly to let his eyes roam, she did indeed feel beautiful, wanted, possessed, and even coveted. She knew they would do this again and again. There was no reason not too. It was to the Konti as natural as breathing. She belonged here, his weight on her, with his body owning hers. The very thought caused her to go absolutely silent, her body freezing in a precursor to the explosion that was coming. Mathew had witnessed Kavala’s body releasing in multiple times today. But this one was different. This one had the sensations he felt gripping his own body redoubling. Her body was demanding tribute from his, the ultimate expression of appreciation among lovers. It was such an intense emotion that came up so quickly, even in his state he was not immune to it. Another stroke, perhaps two, and he’d be giving her body what it wanted… what it was designed for, and he’d have no control of his offering because she was making him want it too. Own her, leave his mark, fill her…by the Gods fill her thoroughly. The very thought of it almost brought him over the edge like it had brought him to pushing deeper, harder, faster all without conscious thought.

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by **Matthew** on July 3rd, 2014, 12:20 am

Magic?

A distant thought rung out in the back of his mind, speaking a word that was completely out of place. It had little to do with what they were currently doing. Yes, he was certainly using it to some extent, but it wasn't at all the main focus. It certainly helped her sing. Her body lit up in light pinks as he pleasured her flesh and her scales with soft playful touches, but her aura also lit and danced in his focused stare. He only burned enough djed to see, not to truly meld with her aura and feel. He walked a dangerous line when it came to what his limits and standards were, but those dangerous lines were very clearly drawn.

Music rang in his ears as her aura flexed and surged in strength, though it was not strength. It wasn't the definition that most people would think of when they heard the word. There was strength of the body, strength of the mind, strength of the spirit... this was something seperate, something set apart. This was something very deeply ingrained into the Konti, a sort of primal need that practically screamed at him with lustful demands. He could taste it on the tip of his tongue, wet and like syrup of some sort. It coated the inside of his mouth and slipped down his throat, warming him from the inside. He could not hope to understand what the intricacies of her aura meant. He could merely use what knowledge he had to continue her pleasurable torment until it turned into a pinnacle of pleasure.

His light brown muscles flexed and constricted under her touch, never actually retreating, merely pushing against her fingertips eagerly. His body offered itself to her silently, giving her an abundance of defined lines and firm flesh to fully explore. His intelligent mind was barely able to keep up with it all, aware of what she was doing to him while keeping aware of what he was doing to her. Even his rear was proud to flex against her hand, not seeking to show off, merely seeking to give her yet another thing to find pleasure and delight in. The noises flowed from his throat and lips, a mixture of soft grunts, groans, whimpers and throaty growls. He let his pleasure be heard in a variety of forms, from pleads for more to demands for everything. He tasted her sweat and her texture, licked and bit, suckled and kissed. He exposed her to a variety of things while she did the same to him, both of them melding together in that moment. Everything else was melting away. They were moving to their own plane of existence. Slowly though, as Kavala had noticed, Matthew was evolving. At first he was something of a mixture, like multiple lovers with multiple techniques combined into one. He absorbed data from her though, and as he absorbed it his plan became more and more clear. Matthew was not a lover who dove in out of pure instinct. Matthew was a lover who would devise a plan to deconstruct her into something that was his.

Masculinity it was. It was the easiest path to take but also the one that seemed most appropriate for the creature who was writhing before him. He could use natural impulses to guide his motions. Part of that natural impulse was the fire that she saw burning in his eyes, the absence of logic and thought and the presence of want that was slowly developing into pure need.

"Yes." His voice was a harsh growl, a deep but somehow pleasant rumbling from deep within his throat. "Tremble, Kavala. Do not try to control it. Do not try to control a thing." He spoke simple words, merely encouraging her, complimenting her... reminding her of who was the leader in this moment, of who was the one that she should be trembling for.

She was certainly a majestic creature to watch, much more filled with life than he had thought possible. She was evolving as well, practically turning into something more right before his very eyes. He did not understand it but he encouraged it, sensing on some deep level that this was where she needed to go. This was where he needed to take her.

Physical might?

The thought in the back of his mind went almost completely un-noticed as he plunged inside of her. She was wet and she was tight, though not so much so that it held any sort of pain. He had made sure to check before-hand, with the soft strokes and the slowness of entry. She cried out and she squirmed in pleasure but Matthew refused to let her hips move. He refused to allow her even a moment of where she could take the lead. He continued to keep her at his mercy and care, making sure that every single bit of pleasure that she ever felt here in this moment was all because of him. Still, she pleasured him. That much would be obvious. The uniqueness of sensations that were assaulting him from all directions caused his face to twist and his body to shudder, his moans and growls to change in pitch and volume. He even spoke words of encouragement, verbalized just how good she was making him feel. He was taking her like only a man fully could, but he was also making her fully aware that she was pleasuring a man like only a woman could. They had truly reverted, truly simplified their existance to what it was in the very very beginning. It was purity.

He owned her now and she had given that to him. She was his in this moment and he was hers, and now he would be able to fully do what he had been planning to do all along. How long had this gone on? He had no idea. Did it matter? Time was no object. Matthew would be more than happy to own her for days. He made sure to soak her in, to pay attention to every little detail that her body offered. Scars, muscles, soft flesh and high arches. He studied and he rocked his hips in that slow and patient beat, filling her deeply and crying out in guttural grunts and growls as her own body pleasured his. Interestingly enough, he found pleasure in both the sight and the actual sensation. It was strange how visual stimulus could translate into actual physical delight. Her hips were moving now, coming up to meet him and causing the loud sound of wet flesh slapping wet flesh to echo across the beach. What an erotic sound. Their bonding auras twisting and roared, and suddenly Matthew realized that something was very different. They had gone to a place he hadn't ever explored yet. Suddenly his own body was crying out in need, not as well-controlled as he had thought it was. Her body wanted something and he could very clearly feel that his body was responding. It wanted something too.

Those are not power.

It was about that moment when he stopped making love to her. One last thing was tossed to the side to fully turn this into a basic primal instinctive act of mating. His body knew that it owned hers, and now his body demanded that her offering be put to use.

The force at which he plunged suddenly increased, though some fine thin thread of control managed to linger. His strokes were still angled with skill, but now they were almost brutal in nature. They were deep and plunging, fast and rough. He scooted her rear along the sand only growled in frustration, a clawed hand grabbing her hip and forcefully yanking her back in place. Over and over he went, eyes burning and face twisted in a pleasured moment of instinctual fury. He yelled out his delight as he suddenly pulsed and then emptied himself within her, giving her something of an offering in return. Even then though, even in the middle of it, even after... even then Matthew continued, mindlessly thrusting with pure and utter power placed behind each and every roll of his slick and shimmering hips. He had given her what was needed. Now she would do the same. It was not a choice. It was a silent command.

This is power.

by **Kavala** on July 12th, 2014, 7:57 pm

Kavala had no other experiences to draw from. No other men had touched her partially due to the fact that she had an assortment of brothers and partially due to the fact that where she was from her race was less appreciated than it perhaps should have been. And because of that fact, there was a deep dark place in the Konti where she had bottled up all her insecure thoughts and feelings of not being good enough, strong enough, human enough, not the best rider, not the best at bow, and certainly not the best healer. The list went on and on and on. Most of it had no place in her life. That might have been why she’d bottled them up and tucked them away, dirty little insecurity after dirty little insecurity.

But somehow Matthew had done something amazing. He’d poured light and heat and passion into her so intensely that it seemed to burn inside her. She had no insight to look with auristics. She had no name to call what they did so passionately and thoroughly. But as he wrought utter power over her with his body, forging a link that could not be easily broken in that moment, she took something from him too. She took a light and energy that screamed of want, need, desire, acceptance, and it burned out that dark corner of her soul which was filled with her resentment and fear and shame. He made her feel amazingly beautiful, perfect, strong, and utterly desirable without question, without compromise, and without any hesitation whatsoever.

Kavala reveled in it.

He gave her the prefect amount of something unnamed she truthfully needed. And because of his actions Kavala felt like she was a burning bonfire a thousand times brighter than Syna’s rays. It might have been the way he held her firm, tight, controlling every bit of what she felt and how she moved with the firm grip on her hips. And though he controlled her lower body movements, he had no means to control her vocalizations and what she did with her arms. Those she wrapped around him while his ears were filled with the sounds forced from her by his body’s hard attention. She would never be a silent lover, suffering attention and withholding what she was feeling. Instead for every action he got a reaction which told him what he was doing was right and good and that the Konti beneath him was tough and enjoyed his overwhelming physical emersion.

And while he talked to her, verbalizing his pleasure and his needs, she was utterly unable too. Matthew reduced Kavlaa’s capacity to something savagely needy and utterly available. There was no part of her that wasn’t accepting and demanding as he warped the woman beneath him from something sane into something mindless and monstrously needy. She liked the soft touches and the hard deep almost brutal thrusts. Each gave him a reaction, each one stripping her somewhat of her identity and turning her into something for that brief time that he owned wholeheartedly.

Kavala felt acutely the moment Matthew stopped making love to her and started doing something a whole lot more primitive. He excited her with his control and domination, but when that control crumbled so too did her ability to hold back her release and wait for him. She was screaming voicelessly, lost, utterly unhinged when he took that first move as someone else, something else, something far less than what he’d been just a breath before. He’d feel it happen in her, and that’s perhaps what snapped the last thin line of both of their control. If he had been looking with his auristics, the explosion of power from her would have been phenomenal and perhaps blinding to witness. She felt like the epicenter of a volcano with all the other releases he’d given her just preshocks and aftershocks to this one moment. And though he held her firm, she did her best to wrap around him, holding him to her even as he grew savage.

And she loved it… ever flattering moment of him loosing himself and becoming something more. His actions didn’t hurt her body for the Konti were built sturdy to where they could handle rough pleasure. This gave evidence to those that claimed the Konti were equal match for Akalak who were often vastly different in their physical design over humans. The Riviarans came stronger, larger, and had more control issues than human males ever had. So Matthew’s worse was absolutely utter pleasure to the Konti beneath him. That he pawed at her, dragging her back when his motions pushed her away, only heightened her reaction.

And react she did…

After the first release began to ebb even before he’d began to loose control, another round hit, causing her to repeatedly cry out. They were like back to back like waves of a tsunami battering a shore. The Konti grabbed at Matthew, holding her body to his even as she wrapped around him as much as he allowed, embracing the primitive brutal strength he displayed. She truly felt swept out to sea, latched onto by a force she had no hope of controlling. He gave her no room to fully halt his motions. No, the way she curled around him and clung allowed for everything he was doing and more. It was an accepting giving action. She wanted him to take everything, to have everything, to die of pleasure a thousand times before his awareness sparkled in his blue eyes again while she missed nothing herself.

As he kept going, he would notice her absolutely unwavering attention. Her body was caught in a storm she couldn’t control and was shaking with reaction. Ice blue eyes locked on his deeper ones as he thrust hard and she reacted. He readjusted a grip and she reacted. He snarled and she reacted. His eyes burned holes in hers and she reacted. Her face was twisted in abject pleasure as her body trembled repeatedly. And even when he finally slowed his movements and came back into himself he would find her still trembling beneath him lost in her body’s own betrayal.

Kavala felt better in that moment than she ever had in her life, and the feeling showed all across her face. Her traitorous body and limbs were still trembling violently, but if Matthew looked with his magic at what his power had wrought, he’d see a storm of high intensity raging in her aura. And when Matthew finally came back to himself, she let go of him, uncoiling her body slowly almost like a flower opening beneath him. Her reaction was not because of his release, but rather something that just coincided with it. Kavala felt like Matthew let go of more things in their joining than just his seed. He’d let go of his self control, and to her that meant everything.

She couldn’t speak. The Konti could barely move. But she did lift her hand slowly, trailing her fingers up his back from where she’d gripped his hip. Where his full weight at his pelvis rested comfortably on and within her body, she shifted her arm and traced the lines of his shoulders to the nape of his neck. She had stopped looking at him somewhere in the last few moments and instead had tucked her head into the hollow of his throat where she could feel his raging pulse. Both their hearts were still beating rapidly, echoing off each other’s ribs where they molded together. Kavala still trembled beneath him involuntarily, like small aftershocks from a major earthquake. But the Konti ignored that shudders still rocking through her as she dipped her fingers into his hair and simply stroked his hair at the scalp of her neck. She had yet to catch her breath. She had yet to say anything and truthfully she doubted she could for a while. Her voice had been heavily abused over the course of their joining.

If he was paying attention, he’d feel her lips curve into a slow soft smile against the tender flesh of his neck. Though she was anything but silent, with the heaving of her chest and the rapid inhale and exhale of her breath… her touch and her smile said more than her words ever could. Kavala highly approved.

by **Traverse** on October 31st, 2014, 3:21 am

Kavala

Experience

Auristics 1
Cooking 3
Foraging 2
Herbalism 1
Running 2
Seduction 5
Teaching 3
Wilderness Survival 3

Lores

Finding and Shaping the Perfect Beach Campsite
Matthew: The Loss of Experiencing Emotions During Times of Decision
Catching, Shelling, and Cooking Crab

Matthew

Matthew if you return and sort out your ledger and such let me know if you're searching a grade for this and I shall deliver one.

Addtional Notes :

Flashback Then A Rest Of Course...