City Walls (closed - Rearing Stallion)

[Flick]

"And neither have I."

Those simple words released a tension the young woman didn't even truly realise she'd held, knowing it wasn't just a common place act for the squire, this moment. Smiling against his lips, the kelvic returned his kisses with a juvenile passion and allowed her small hands to explore the planes of his torso. Slipping them around his ribs, she ran her fingertips up his spine and down again to his chest. Softly, Flick felt the warmth of Dimitri's hand on her thigh, pushing the white fabric of her dress up across her hips and to her midrift. Her skin buzzed under his fingers, each slight movement felt a thousand fold. Welcoming his mouth, feeling the tickle of his own tongue on her lips, the girl breathed deeply as his hand ran across her neck and pulled down the strap of her dress. Goosebumps rose to her lightly tanned skin as his mouth replaced his hand, gentle nibbles elicting another soft sigh from her. 

Again, the creeping tendrils unfurled from within. They twisted around her heart, like a silvery thread, reaching for his own. As Dimitri pulled down the other strap, warm breath caressing her shoulder, Flick frowned. She didn't want to be hurt again, not like that. He had to want to bond with her. Not yet, not yet. The fox chanted internally, tearing the tendrils away.

Like a jolt of lightning, the blonde was pulled back into the moment, her inner struggle forgotten momentarily as Dimitri's hand ran firmly over one soft globe, brushing against the sensitive peak in a new and unexpected sensation. She gasped, breathing a small quiet moan as he moved his lips back to her own. Pulling him to her, Flick kissed him firmly and tugged at his shirt. The young fennec slipped it over his head, breaking contact momentarily. She took the oppertunity to look at him, look over him. The squire was more silouette in the moonlight, but she could see the outline of his developed musculature. Flick shot him a small smile, dark eyes glittering in the moonlight. 
 

 

[Dimitri]

Dimitri was stuck with that amazing, foreign feeling again. However this time it struck him dumb. It was as if the very thunder that so often followed the powerful lightning strikes boomed through his very being. It stopped his mind, stole his breath, and left him feeling powerful. He was a god among men, all because of this amazing woman that seemed to have fallen from the gods and goddesses themselves, solely to make him a better person. No not a better person. Better than a person. It didn't feel like she belonged to him nor him to her. Rather, she was an extension of him, she complemented him. She made him, him. Without her, he wasn't Dimitri, he was just another nameless squire in a large and lonely town.

Then as fast as the feeling appeared, it was gone once more. The thunder didn't even leave a trace behind, just an empty, hollow shell. The first loss was horrible, the second was devastating. Dimitri didn't understand how something could have such influence on him, and disappear without so much as a hint as to where it went. How could something so powerful, be so fleeting? Dimitri thought he had a grasp on it only to realize he knew nothing about it. He would've grasped at a straw, a faint whisper, a touch, something to remind him of the overwhelming joy and belonging that entranced him.

He was ripped back into reality as the young woman gasped as his touch floated over a more sensitive area of her youthful orb. A moan escaped her lips as his met hers once more. His former confusion and despair was an afterthought, fading like a puff of smoke in the coastal wind. No longer was it a moment for thought, but for feeling. Her lips firmed up, pressing against his, Dimitri then matching it. He felt her tug up at his shirt. He lifted his arms allowing her to pull it away. He rose up on his knees, the moonlight streaming past his well muscled body, his face adorned with a dumbstruck smile, his normally golden curls taking on a platinum hue.

He untied the strings in his leather breeches, loosening the hold they had on his waist. The waistband drooped a bit, revealing his abdominal muscles, lightly tufted with blond curls, leading a trail down into the loosened breeches. He leaned down, looking into her eyes, sea spray splashing directly behind him, the moonlight following him like an angelic presence. He leaned down, his lips barely brushing her own, as he held his torso over her solely with his stomach and back muscles. His fingers looped underneath the straps of her dress. His eyes grew playful, remaining locked in her own, as he started to pull the straps further down her arms. The cloth caught lightly on her youthful mounds, but would not be stimied. The cloth slipped down, the orbs bouncing free into the slightly crisp spring night time air. He allowed himself a single glance, then his eyes returned to hers. His fingers continued to slide the little white dress down her abdomen. He almost considered stopping, but the man she had made demanded more. The straps continued to slide down her hands, the cloth rolling over itself. He pulled it down over her hips, down her thighs, and off of her delicate feet. He tossed it aside, and sat back, now admiring her human form at it's most basic state. His smile was goofy but clearly appreciative, as his eyes drank in her curves and natural beauty.

He leaned forward, lowering his own breeches down his his hips, and over his muscled thighs. He kicked them away, the two of them now equals beneath the silver moon. He picked up her delicate foot, and kissed the top of it, glancing up her nubile form into her large, dark eyes. He then slowly placed tiny, teasing kisses, mere whispers, slowly up her leg. As his lips reached her thigh, he moved in between her legs as he kissed the tops. He then kissed his way up the inside of her thigh, up her flat abdomen. His body was now melding into hers as he closed the gap between them. His lips continued their trek up into the valley between her breasts, and up her chest to her neckline. He nuzzled at her neck as his hips positioned between hers. The wam feeling of her bare skin drove him wild. His lips reached their destination, brushing gently against hers. He propped up slightly, gave her a look that seemed to say it was time, and he pushed into her. Their bodies became one as a wave of pleasure rolled through him. He placed a passionate kiss upon her lips as he started into a slow rhythm, matching the nearby waves, on this beach. Their beach.

[Flick]

Flick continued to smile up at the young man as he purposefully pulled loose the string holding his breeches up. They fell, slightly, allowing the girl an even more open view of the youth before her. He was a fine specimen of his species, designed by the deity's for women's eyes it seemed. But not only that, he was sensitive, gentle. The kelvic fought so hard against the bond she could feel simmering between them, but she wanted it so badly. Maybe it would be different this time. Maybe...he would feel it too. Desperately the blonde wished for it. To be whole again, to have a place and a partner...she'd been by herself for so long now it seemed impossible. Kavala had resisted it, just as much as Flick now fought it. But this was stronger, unlike anything she'd felt since her horrible experience.

Watching him move closer, Flick felt his lips brush hers, barely a feather touch. It set her heart rate flying, and her eyes were spellbound by his as with painstakingly slow patience, Dimitri pulled down the light dress. It slipped over her chest with little resistance, leaving her exposed to the night air. The uncovering of body parts didn't shock the girl, nudity was a part of the kelvic life. But being here, on the cool sand with a warm body hovering above her, something about it changed the atmosphere. She felt butterflies in her stomach when he looked at her. The dress reached her mid section, where it met with the raised lower half and for a moment Flick believed that was where it would stay, until the squire continued to remove the garment. Lifting her hips, the girl arched up to allow the soft cloth to slip over her hips with ease, watching as it slid down her legs and was discarded with some abandon. Dimitri's eyes followed the curves of her lithe form, his smile a little like hers. Flick couldn't help but smile back, sudden excited nerves twisting in her belly as he removed his breeches. They were now both completely unrobed in the moonlight, and unrestrained - and Flick surprised herself at how comfortable she felt. She didn't even know his last name. He didn't know what she could actually become. Yet, it was so right. Was this how a true bond was supposed to be? Two beings brought together by an almost magnetic force, unstoppable even by her?

Giggling softly as Dimitri kissed her foot, the laughter soon dissapeared as he slowly, languidly made his way up her leg. His lips left small electric shocks through her body, and as he reached her thighs, the girl was breathing heavily. Her smile had faded into something more concentrated, more serious as she watched him creep up her body. The feel of his lips on her smooth abdomen sent a shiver up her spine, another wave of goosebumps marring her flesh as his breath tickled her navel. Even further he climbed, between her breasts and up to her exposed throat. Between them, the squires body pressed close against hers and she could feel his excitement. It sent another whirlwind of butterflies around her stomach. Groaning softly as his soft lips nuzzled her neck, Flick eagerly welcomed his mouth against hers, wanting more than just a light brush. He drove her beyond thinking, only wanting. The tendrils sprang forth as he looked down at her, wrapping themselves around her heart like some strangling creeper, pushing forth and capturing his own. There was a moment where she could fight it, a moment of strength, but then with a firm movement Dimitri was joined with her.

Flick cried out suddenly in shock at the pain, her defences down. Eyes widening for a moment, she felt the tendrils flow from her like some unbridled torrent. They twisted their way around his heart, his very soul, pulling his being into hers. Knotting and tangling, the kelvic closed her eyes as the sensation of pain was overwhelmed by an intense wave of pleasure - both physical and internal. Meeting his lips with her own as he kissed her with passion, the young woman made a whimpering sound, a half breathed moan as he moved. Hands shifting to rest against his biceps, Flick focused on the feeling between them. Her mind sang as the Bond firmly planted itself, willing or not. She was bound to him, fully. Whether it was for the better or the worse, they would find out.

[Dimitri]

As the two new lovers became one, a cry echoed over the moonlit beach. Flick's cry, filled with pain and surprise. This nearly knocked him out of his pleasurefilled moment. Then, he felt the invasion of the previous foreign emotion. But it was more powerful, more intimate this time. But it didn't feel like it came from outside of his being. Rather it was as if it had started within his soul, like a sickness. It grew within his soul, but didn't weaken it or take it over. It became him. The particles of this invasive force replaced the ones within his soul. He was undergoing a massive change. One he was beginning to get a grasp on. He was replacing Dimitri the boy, and becoming Dimitri the man. He realized what this foreign emotion finally was, at least what he thought it was. He had fallen for this woman. This woman he could see him spending the rest of his life with. This woman who cut through the stoic Knight mask, and found the innocent man beneath. This woman who made him feel like nothing else did. This woman that he... loved. This revelation astounded him. It scared him a bit, but filled him with joy as well. Flick and Dimitri were now one in the same, at least in his eyes.

He then returned to the intimate pleasure they were sharing as a slight moan escaped her lips. He felt her arms rest on his biceps as he continued moving in the slow rhythm of the nearby tide. He relished the pleasure of her warmth, her closeness, the taste of her lips. As he continued, his breathing began to grow ragged, his senses now heightening on her. He could hear the moans and breaths that left her lips, see the mixture of pleasure and something he couldn't decipher in her large brown eyes. He could smell the salt air mingling with the taste of her delicate lips. His hands explored the curves of her body lightly, sending tingling sensations up his spine.

Then the sensation within him grew to a boiling point. His movements grew a bit a firmer, his breaths more ragged. He didn't know what this was, but his body was on fire. His left arm snaked up her back and lifted her up, pressing her to his chest as the rocking motion continued. His right hand alighted gently on her cheek as his lips devoured her own. The pressure he felt continued to grow and grow. This was not just the newly discovered love, but the carnal intimicies he'd heard some Knights brag about. But not with any woman, but with one that discovered the true Dimitri. His muscles began to spasm, as he succumbed to the pressure. An explosion of pleasure, burst from his body, his mind forgetting everything he'd ever known except for the woman he was with and the pleasure of the moment. It was brief, and he began coming down off of it. His body was tired, spent, and he lowered their bodies to the ground. His breath was returning, as a smile split his face in two. He began to stroke the hair around Flick's right ear as he gently placed a single kiss on her lips, not wanting to have words soil the moment.

[Flick]

There was no internal thoughts for the young woman, her whole being focused on the intense sensations building inside her. Flick felt her legs wrap around Dimitri slightly, almost holding him to her as she rocked to meet each movement. Small moans and quick gasps escaped her with each amazing jolt, fingers clutching his arms as if to hold on. Her eyes were held almost torturously by his vivid blue gaze, brow furrowed in pleasure. The girl could feel her soul entwined in his like some intricatly woven knot. There was no way to simply undo what had happened, but Flick didn't care. Her cares were for him, his happiness and whim.

The squires breathing had changed, ragged and uneven. His movements were firmer and more concentrated, much to the kelvic's delight. She shivered under the soft strokes of his hand on her body as Dimitri brought her closer to...something. It was a building, a rising pressure that curled her toes and set her body trembling. Her soft sounds became more frequent, her voice higher. Willingly, she allowed him to lift her, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing herself close, skin against skin. The pressure inside pulsed with her heartbeat and Flick felt her muscles tense. Desperatly, the blonde clung to his chest, mouth muffling the strangulated whimper she released as the wave crested over her, washing her body in a sea of pleasure that left her breathless. Eyes closed tightly, the fox rode the sensation with a sense of elation.

Here, on the beach, with Dimitri, she had found herself again. Two beings so far apart, brought together by chance. Or fate. Whatever the case, Flick finally knew what a bond was truly. An entwining of her core with his own, linked by nature itself. Physically, emotionally, mentally. As the intense sensation faded into a languid lull, Flick felt Dimitri gently release her. She felt like she was floating in a warm bath, and as he smiled at her, the girl felt tears sting her eyes. Closing them again as he stroked her hair, Flick tried to find the words to express how she felt. There were no words. Instead, the dark eyed kelvic smiled at him.

"So, turtle soup must be popular with the customers." Her voice was soft, slightly stunned almost.
 

 

[Dimitri]

"Popular to just one it seems," he said as he continued grinning like a fool, still riding the dissipating wave of pleasure. His body was tired and it was late. He would need to be getting back or he'd received an earful from a chaperone. Evil women. He kissed Flick lightly, he didn't want to say they had to leave, so he rolled over and grabbed her little dress. He gently shook the sand from it. He then pulled her arms up in front of him. He held the bottom of the dress over her hands. He pulled it down slowly, placing gentle kisses down her arms preceding the dress. As it covered her arms he showered her face in kisses. He then pulled her body up, kissing down her neck, down her chest and abdomen, the dress slowly following behind. He continued down hr legs her little white dress in place. He stood up and pulled on his breeches, laced them up, and pulled on his shirt.

He smiled down at the blonde goddess laying innocently before him. He stooped down and scooped her up in his arms. He stood up, placed a kiss on her forehead, and turned toward where they came from. He carried her lightly, without effort, as the beach sprayed them lightly. He couldn't stop smiling, the moon high out over the ocean making him glow. He continued slowly along the beach and eventually made it back to his horse. He sat her side saddle on the horse and them leapt up on it himself. He then scooped her and the reins. He looked down at her in his arms, and couldn't keep himself from beaming. "I have a surprise for you."

He then lead the horse back along the walls of Syliras, the gentle rocking of the horse soothing and relaxing him. He arrived at the main gates and all of the guards began smiling, nudging each other and winking. The horse clipclopped along the road back to the stables. He walked the horse into it's stall, flipped the stablehand a gold miza, and climbed down off the horse, his beauty still in his arms. He walked out of the stables into the crisp night. He followed the road a short distance, arriving at the White Swan Inn, the nicest inn in town. He walked in and was greeted by a worker. "I need a room for my friend here, just her. And breakfast for her in the morning as well." The worker led him upstairs to a well decorated room. He set Flick in the middle of the large bed. The man told him a room was three gold mizas a night and two gold mizas for breakfast. Dimitri gave him six gold mizas, one serving as tip. The man left and Simitri turned to Flick and smiled. "I hope you enjoy the room, I must be going before I get in trouble with the squire chaperones. I hope to see you again my lo--," He paused and blushed, "Ask any guard and I will find you." He leaned down, tipped her chin up lightly, and kissed her gently. He turned to leave, not yet ready to put his amazing feelings for her into words.

[Flick]

Flick giggled softly as he kissed her, watching the squire retrive her dress. He lifted her arms gently, sliding the dress over them with delicate kisses. Romantic kisses, all down her body as he pulled the dress down. The kelvic couldn't stop smiling, eyes following his figure as he stood. Perfection, in her eyes. The moon still caressed his muscular figure like an amored lover..like she had. The fox blushed at the only recent memory, remembering each moment in stark detail. Especially the Bonding. It had been surreal, so much different to the first time. This time, she felt him, his heart. Did he feel it too? Or was he just moonstruck? Eitherway, Flick adored him. Loved him..the thought caused her pause and a wider smile. Loved him? It seemed so.

As Dimitri lifted her in his arms, Flick watched his face, unable to see beauty in anything else tonight. She reached up to stroke his jaw lightly with a finger, tracing the strong curve of his chin. They moved as if gliding along the ground, reaching their horse in what felt like a blink of an eye. Lifted to sit on the horse, Flick felt a moment of fear before he lept up beside her and held her close against his chest. Her ears heard his words, and a small raise of her eyebrow indicated her curiosity.

"A surprise?" How could he surprise her anymore than he had tonight. Leaning against the warmth of his chest, Flick closed her eyes as they rode, lulled by the rocking off the horse and the whole experiance. She was tired, languidly sleepy. If she was in her fennec form she would be stretched out on her back in front of a warm fire. The sound of the squires heart - her squire - beat rhythmically in his chest. Her own personal lullaby. Roused by the slowing of the horse, she looked up at Dimitri lifted her from the horse. They were approaching an inn, she could see the sign hanging above them as they entered. The White Swan. Looking up at Dimitri as he spoke with the owner, Flick frowned slightly.

"Dimitri...I...you shouldn't..." Her protests faded as he carried her up the staircase, trapped again by his gaze. They were led into the most beautiful room Flick had ever seen. As the young man placed her in the centre of the softest, largest bed ever, the kelvic looked around in awe. It was like some dream, some amazing dream she would wake up from in the morning. Turning her gaze back to Dimitri as the worker left, Flick closed her eyes as he kissed her so softly. Her ears didn't miss the slip. Sitting stunned, her heart pounded in her ears. Had he..had he felt the bonding? Was he as much bonded to her as she was to him. The girl wanted to ask, but couldn't speak. It was too good to be true...let it lie. For now.

As Dimitri turned to leave, Flick stared at him. He was leaving..he was leaving? Panic gripped the kelvic suddenly. The guards could bring him to her, but it was so soon. Old hurts haunted her, and she imagined herself all alone again. Springing to her feet, Flick took a step towards him.

"Wait!" She held her breath, until he paused, before moving quickly across the room. Grabbing his cheeks, the blonde kissed him as though they would never see each other again. Breaking away slowly, she smiled, looking at the ground.

"I just...wanted to say thankyou. For...all of this. And tonight. I know you didn't plan it. But I've had the most...wonderful night of my life. I..." Glancing up at him, the kelvic pushed her hair out of her eyes with a finger.

"I'm a fox. A fennec fox." It seemed important to let him know exactly what she was. Laughing softly, she shrugged.

"Just in case you needed to know."
 

 

[Dimitri]

He heard her cry out for him as he turned to leave. He turned back to her and found her hands on his cheeks and her lips crushing his. His lips joined in, firmly pressing back, as if he were going on a quest and would be gone for many seasons. The kiss summed up the entire night for Dimitri. Fast, hot and heavy, and full of the newfound love. As quick as it began she pulled her lips away.

"I'm a fox. A fennec fox."

These words made him smile. "And I'm a squire. Your squire."

He turned and walked out of the beautiful room, leaving the woman who appeared in his life like a lightning strike. But it wasn't fleeting. She left her mark, on his heart, and a smile on his face that felt like it would never fade. He was her squire, and... And she was his fox. His stunning little fox. He walked slowly down the roads, and began whistling a tune he never heard before. He was living the high life. He was becoming a knight, the most respectable profession around. He was in the most beautiful and powerful city and he was able to help it further itself. And he now had a woman for his heart, someone to hold, to kiss, to dream about. He felt completed, he had job, duty, and love. No one was more ecstatic than him. As he entered the dormitories a chaperone was frowning at him. But his smile was so infectious she just shook her head and sent him to bed. And there he laid, fading into sleep, his last thoughts being the beautifully dark eyes of his fox. His fennec fox.

[Archon]

Illumination of Development Dimitri +3 Seduction +2 Cooking +1 Horse Riding Lores: Making turtle soup, Working in a tavern (Basic), Feeling love Other: -7 GM, -6 SM for lodging, tips, and dinner Care to see more? : Most of the time was spent on romance, and so most of your experience is in Seduction. Also some Cooking for your work in the kitchen, and a touch of Horse Riding for travel. Flick +4 Seduction +1 Horse Riding Lores: Sea Turtles (Basic), The first time hurts, Horses aren't all that bad Other: -6 SM for dinner Care to see more? : Most of the thread was spent in flirting and romancing, and so most of your experience falls under Seduction. Also a hint of Horse Riding experience for your first ride. Notes:Sugary sweet with a burning passion at the end! Quite the whirlwind romance you two had. There were a few little errors and confusing bits scattered about, but overall it was very well written.