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[Amunet]

He had grabbed her hand and brought her around. That was surprising in the efficiency of the move and the restrained strength that could so easily spin her around only to land in his arms. Those light blue eyes looked into those icy cerulean eyes as his face descended down upon her lips. Sky’s strong hand was on her face yet it cupped it gently. Subconsciously, she closed her eyes as his lips lingered and pressed in gently, softly and with a care. It was a care she had never experienced much less the way it made her heart race. The leather cord that held her hair back loosely slipped down and dropped off to the ground as her hair flowed around her freely. Like the free spirited person she is, the breeze from the windows billowed her hair around as the coolness of the rain found heated skin.

Amunet had to tilt her head back and arch a little pressing into his lips in return. It was instinct and without much thought. The contact had driven all thought from her. What she was going to say in response was robbed from her with that kiss. It was replaced with a maelstrom within her she had no words, no experience and no way to explain. The red head became acutely aware of his naked state at that point and not for clinical reasons. Amunet swore she couldn’t breath as his lips removed from her own and she was left with just his eyes. His words barely registered. They barely made sense other than the intensity in his eyes, the want. The war within began to rage as he spoke those beautiful words.

The war that raged was a confusing one of the increasing need of her body, her heart yearning for understanding, to be needed and to be safe, and her mind giving all kinds of red flags that this didn’t make sense. The woman wasn’t frigid, not by a long shot, but she was beset by blocks upon blocks of tradition. Yet something was winning. Something kept going ‘what if’ . Ice met light blue hot fire as her arms went around his neck and her lips found his to press in firmly.

His last words stuck more than any of the rest. ‘any real man would want to whisk you away and claim you as his own.’ The burgeon maelstrom of fire swirled in her mind and body to wrap around the neck and give this caring man at least some token that his words did not lose meaning to her ears. The red flags seemed distant to the repercussions of such a thing as those lips feathered across his own in sweet succulence. A breathy trembling sigh as her whole body seemed to tremble slightly against him as she stood on a precipice looking into a world she knew nothing about.

[Skyard Underwood]

The moment that the young woman arched her back whilst he held her in his arms; all thought immediately left the Kelvics mind. The moment he released the kiss he felt as if lust and instinct had overcome him. The lethal cocktail of testosterone and intense passion compelled him to press forward, and take a moment to allow his eyes to meet her own. However she had suddenly done something that was rather unexpected, and she leaned forward only to kiss him again. His heart raced, and he could practically feel a burst of energy that he had not had before. She excited him, and the moment her lips met his again he found himself lost in the heated passion.

Skyard felt the young ladies frame tremble against his torso, and he pulled her in even closer. Despite the fact that he was completely nude; he had been comfortable due to the fact that he felt more natural outside of clothing. He was unrestrained, and did not have to fight with his clothes for control of his bodily movements. Skyard felt himself relax, and just as swiftly as he did the muscles in his upper body tensed as he kissed her again. However the kiss came with quite a bit more aggressive passion, and became much more rapid in comparison to the last. He felt himself heat up a bit the more that he continued to make physical contact with her.

Suddenly he uplifted the young woman and held her slightly off of the ground whilst his lips continued to collide with her own. In rapid succession he gave her several passionate, and yet incredibly soft kisses upon her lips. He felt as if he had entered a trance, and no longer controlled his actions; his subconscious had taken over. The Kelvic feared that this day would come; the day that he simply fell to his nature and allowed it to possess him. Amunet somehow managed to unleash the passionate side of Skyard, and he knew that he could not possibly back away from the moment. Skyard wanted to relish the moment, and take things slowly with her yet he could not.

He stepped forward, and gently pressed the young ladies petite frame against the wall located directly behind her. Skyard loved her, and he knew precisely what he wanted although he was not sure about rather or not she would be willing. Skyard felt a strange connection to her, and felt slightly disturbed by the fact that he found what little conscious thought he had slipping away from him. Skyard suddenly stopped, and broke the kiss in order to inhale and lock eyes with Amunet. He kissed her until he became breathless, and spoke to the beautiful woman he still upheld.

In a whispered tone The Kelvic beckoned the woman with but three words “Are you ready?” He silently awaited a response from her following the question.

[Amunet]

The meeting of lips that seemed to never loose contact as those rose and pale bows of flesh massaged each other, feathering across as it brought both into a heightened state of awareness of their body’s needs. Silken lips met velvet lips in a dance that went from ponderously slow, where it urged one to savor each pass of the lips and each touch, to furiously aggressive, where it left both breathless. Amunet became aware of the wall behind her as she instinctually put her legs around his waist. The young lady became acutely aware of the state of affairs between Skyard’s legs. It was like a dance only there was no rhythm but the hearts of the two lovers.

He stopped. Those burning light blue eyes with the now gleaming gold star pattern looked at the heated expression before her. The trembling breath she took in stuttered as his lips was right by her cheek. He was so strong. He held her up like she weighted nothing. It felt like the most natural thing there was yet there was this ache. This ache that had no answer, no source she could think of. The lithe body strained and tensed as she looked back into those wanting eyes of his.

‘Are you ready?’

Ready? Ready for…

The girl looked at him as the half tick it took for her to realize what he meant. He was asking her? Men asked? The arms that were wrapped around his neck, the right hand slid down along his face as he did something magical. Her face turned towards his own as those lips feathered across his cheek and jaw. Amunet closed her eyes as she looked at the precipice into the black nothing of that which she didn’t know. It was frightening. Her voice whispered into his ear. “I don’t know how? I . never…”

She squeezed her eyes closed as those lips found purchase along his jaw slowly. The red head parted her lips as her little teeth grazed lightly the rest of the way to his chin as she looked at him. The agony of the ache she felt was in her eyes as her heart thudded out of control. It was if she was being filled with something that if she didn’t get it out, it would consume her. Suddenly she grasped the man tightly as she quivered against him till her soft silken lips found his ear again and said one word. “Please?” It pleaded, it begged, it utterly spoke of a need she didn’t know how to gain sustenance for. Those strong legs squeezed to hold on tightly, to not let go.

[Skyard Underwood]

The Kelvic only grew excited as he felt her legs coil about his hips. The continuous assault of kisses carried on for what seemed like entire seasons. Skyard enjoyed each and every delightful moment of their physical contact. The moment she coiled her legs about the circumference of his waist his heart rate increased. He inhaled slowly and took the time to listen to her whispered words. She told him of her inexperience with lovemaking. She still withheld her chastity. Skyard continued to uphold the young lady; he felt her frame tremble against him. Suddenly she showed him a large amount of affection. She showered him with kisses, and his eyes closed briefly as she grazed him with her teeth. He felt as if he escaped reality for a brief moment; until he heard her whisper yet again.

As she grasped hold of him in a vice grip she said the single word he longed to hear since the moment he met her. "Please?" she beckoned him, and he knew exactly how he would proceed. Skyard nodded briefly, and he decided that he would be much more gentle with her. The first experience should always be one that would be memorable, and Skyard did not intend to be forceful. He stepped backward as he upheld Amunet. Cautiously, he ensured that he would not run into any of the several objects on the way to the couch. Finally, he sat down and placed the petite woman atop of himself. He wanted to make sure that she knew he cared about her in more ways than one. Physical needs in any and all relationships were the direct result of nature. However, he knew that he wanted to be with her for far more than her physical beauty. He felt as if he had been connected to her.

As Skyard came to rest upon the couch, he uncoiled his arms from around her waist. Whilst he had done so he reached upward and began to slowly undress her. He started from the base of the woman's shirt. He raised it inch by inch; as he tilted his head at a slight angle and leaned forward. He began to peck away at her throat with his tender and soft lips. Skyard explored small portions of her flesh as he ran the warm palms of his hand against her core muscles. He felt how physically fit she was; which was to be expected of someone who constantly rode Horses.

Skyard continued to increase the rate of speed at which he kissed her windpipe, and he moved his cranium a bit. He directed his kisses toward her collar; starting from the base of the chin all the way until he reached her shoulder. His hands continued to gently caress away at her flesh as the opposed hand made its way inside her shirt as well. He inhaled through his nostrils briefly in order to fill them with her scent. She smelled rather earthy, and The Kelvic found her natural scent to be even more comforting. He slowly raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and ran it along the length of the woman's spinal cord from the base as he continued to uplift her shirt. He could only hope that she would respond positively; as he showered her with his loving touch.

[Amunet]

The apartment became the only world she knew. The storming rain outside curtained them off it seemed as the coolness evaporated into molten heat as he cradled her. Skyard started to move. He carried her over to the couch as he softly whispered reassurances in her ear that he would be careful. They settled onto the couch as she had to move her legs from around his hips to straddling him. The young lady grew nervous till he started kissing her with a fever for her skin. It was if those tender soft kisses had to have her skin.

Her throat was littered as she tilted her head back to expose more of her neck to his questing lips. There was a sighing little breath from her as he continued. His warm hands palmed her taut abdomen. Amunet was a responsive creature as with each touch it seemed her very being was fired up even higher. Those beautiful eyes closed as that finger trailed up her spine trailing the oversized shirt along with. Those arms went over her head as the top came off easily enough. She was a tad underweight but the bit of definition to her muscles could clearly be seen with the lack or minimum of fat stores to her form.

Her arms would go to his face as she drew his lips to her own as it seemed they went far to long for them. It felt as glorious as the first kis as it lingered even longer. It deepened with each passing chime as her hands trailed over the muscles of his arms then slowly gliding down his sides. She didn’t know what she was doing but she wanted to feel him. All of who he is. Those crevices, valleys and mountains of muscle was all part of him, in as much as those now boiling cerulean eyes. They didn’t speak any at all now as the voices of their passion, heart and soul was enjoined beating on the door of some new threshold.

Those glorious light sky blue eyes opened as the color of them echoed the pale blue color of Zulrav’s lightning. They were Drykas eyes. The girl leaned against him kissing him with increasingly feverish pitch as she subconsciously tilted her hips in against the state of affairs between his legs. Her skin was so heated that the simple linen pants she had on was feeling too much. Like the caress of the summer’s heat, the heat of passion was beckoning her to peel off that unneeded layer. Her hands left his torso palming the torso slowly as she went to her waist band to slide her bottoms off of her tight little rump and down to where the thighs and calves were tucked into each other. She had to lift to her knees as her torso went up against his face as she accidentally went forward to get her bottoms off pressing her little self into his shoulder leaning forward to get those darn pants off. It wasn’t graceful and in fact was a little frustrating as she felt so clumsy. “Sorry.”

[Skyard Underwood]

Skyard felt the atmosphere surrounding him “change”; the air thickened and his breaths became much more reserved. They were much more audible, slow and seductive; Skyard longed to forever remain in the seemingly infinite bliss she brought him. As her kisses grew more powerful against his lips he took a moment to take in everything that went on. Just a moment ago she had changed out of her wet clothing, and suddenly they were enjoying each other physically. Suddenly she leaned forward, and her breasts smothered his visage; Skyard did not know how to react therefore he simply rested there and smiled a bit as she removed her pants. The moment she finished removing the pants; he grasped hold of her hips again, and as she apologized he nodded. Despite the fact that she did not need to apologize; he knew that she was inexperienced and she warned him of that before hand.

Skyard allowed his hands to explore the woman's body further and he grasped hold of her tight, firm and yet soft backside. He had been taken aback by how fit she was the moment she removed her tunic. The Kelvics impulses told him not to be gentle with her, and to aggressively take her in the same fashion that he would a female Lion. Skyard fought hard against his animalistic tendencies and proceeded to give the woman's backside a gentle squeeze. He looked up at the young lady for a brief moment and locked eyes with her; as he prepared himself for entry.

However, he wanted to be very cautious of his actions; after all this was her first experience and he wanted to take his time with her. Skyard wanted to make sure that she felt safe with him, and therefore he went with a bit of dialogue to help soothe her.

“My love, you are absolutely amazing. You are gorgeous in many more ways than I had ever imagined. You have a perfectly sculpted body, and beautiful hair. Amunet, you are absolutely divine.” He spoke to her in a whispered tone as he continued to touch and feel away at the woman's flesh.

Skyard was in love, and as much as he hated to admit it he was smitten already. He did not know where or why the spontaneous feeling came, but it did. Skyard was actually quite proud of himself; he managed to have a spectacular young lady at his side. The Kelvic could only hope that she wanted to remain at his side for quite some time. He had already forever etched her into his memory, and longed for her presence to remain at his side.

She stripped herself of the trousers she had on, and remained atop of him. Skyard grasped hold of the young ladies hips with a firm grip, and slowly but steadily he guided her toward his merchandise. His lust grew so immense that he could no longer resist the urge to take the young ladies virtue. He finally inserted part of himself within her, and immediately he felt as if he had no longer been inside his own body. He grew breathless the very instant he “joined” with her, and his eyes widened as he leaned forward again. He gently sank his ivories into the flesh of the young woman's neck in a gentle fashion. His eyes closed spontaneously, and he continued to breathe irregularly; as he awaited her response.

[Amunet]

The clumsy moment passed as they entwined again in touches and kisses as their skin met skin. Her eyes closed to feel his lips and hands as her own lips trailed along some part of the skin that she didn’t see. With each contact, she met another small piece of him. her cheek slid along his cheek as his hands gripped her backside while she completed taking off of her trouse. Her body was before him in pristine glory. It started as such a small thing as there was a great urge, a great yearning that bordered on painful. Amunet could feel it mounting with each climbing heated step.

The red hair went sideways as his hand trailed on skin that was now utterly amplified in feeling. The touch had her body moving towards its creator moving with his hands and arching with his movements even as he glided her up and her lips was right there hovering at his own lips. Then there eyes locked as he spoke those words that made her heart skip in its rapid thudding. Guiding her down and ever downward as her hands was on his shoulders till the apex joined there in. The young woman was surprised to notice moisture gathering between her legs. Then it happened.

Her hands dug into his shoulders simultaneously as she gasped. Her legs squeezed reflexively even defensively as she sunk ever more into womanhood. Enjoined as they were, there was no turning back as it ever progressed, ever so slowly. Her eyes widened as she gasped for air again and clasped onto him like a vice grip. She cried out at the vestiges of flesh wrapped around flesh. The raw emotions that was laid out right there was both in her eyes and in the tremble of her thighs as she simply succumbed to becoming one with womanhood. Time seemed to matter not, neither did anything else. Her voice was lifted as he brought the woman out of her with each passing moment. Amunet didn’t want it to end.

[Konrad Venger]

Amunet XP: Shopping - 1 Investigation - 1 Teaching - 1 Rhetoric - 1 Lore: Keep Your Protector Happy with Food Skyard Underwood: Handsome, Strange, Kelvic... and In Love With Me? The Drykas Way: Love is Community and Family The Power of "What If?" Skyard XP: Observation - 2 Rhetoric - 2 Seduction - 3 Lore: Amunet: Cannot Bear to be Parted From Declaring Love (Without Meaning To!) Kelvics: Instincts Frequent Overrule Good Sense Seduction: Reassuring the Insecure Amunet: Brings out my Passionate Side Click Me! : Well. That escalated quickly! This one really came out of nowhere, mainly thanks to Skyard going Full Kelvic Protective/Horny Mode around the lovely Amu lol. Still, it was a story well told and there was some SCINTILLATING narrative at the end, you saucy demons, you... Amunet, just remember to keep the tense in the PAST when you write on Mizahar: you slipped into Present a few times and you have to keep a handle on that. Also, be mindful of capital letters, commas, full stops... all that good stuff! Oh, and please make sure you go back and edit your post in the Request Thread to reflect the fact this one is now done and dusted. PM me with any questions and later 'tater!