[The Golden Dragon] Dilapidated Dreams [Ever][CLOSED]

[Drask]

Drask glared at her, annoyed by her number of clothing, making the game unbalance. At this rate he would lose all his clothing before she even took off her top. There had to be some way... but what else was there to even the odds? He didn't wear glasses, or any other head accessory for that matter. He sighed, knowing that he would have to fight against the odds if he wanted to win. He was happy with the fact that they had canceled out each other's Miza debt, so all he was losing here was his dignity. "You wear too many things, cheater." He slid the black-lace glove off of her hand and threw it behind him, returning his grip on her arm. He was very cautions of her knee. He was not going to fall for the same trick again. In order to remove her other glove he began rubbing his feet against her arm, attempting to slide it off with his toes. He did prevail, and immediately scooted himself away from her knees, doing his best to keep his leverage on her.

[Ever]

Ever could have laughed at his reaction to her knee, but fought against it, and contined to move forward with her actions, her lower body raising in the attempt. "I wear too many things?" She smiled, and with much trouble lifted her body until she was resting on her elbows. "You're just a sore loser." She looked up at Drask, her long wavy red hair falling behind her, and before her shoulders and down her chest.

Ever always loved the element of surprised. Ever so softly she rubbed the tips of her fingers against his skin, just before shooting him a smirk and mischievious glare. Her nails dug into his skin roughly, and in an instant she had tore her hand away from his hand, and latched onto his hair. She pulled on it painfully until he was laying next to her. Never once did she let up her grip, knowing that if she did she would lose this round. Casting him one last look in the eye, she pulled his head a bit farther by his hair, revealing his neck. Holding tight to his hair, and locking his legs with hers, she bit down into his neck, only pulling back when she was satisfied with the damage. She softly kissed the wound she had created on his neck, and rolled her body over on top of his, releasing his hair and sitting up. "Now take off your shirt."

[Drask]

"Yeah, well you're... you're..." He tried to retort with an insult of his own, but wasinterupted when Ever had managed to slip from his grasp. He was about to twist her arm in response, hoping that the pain would make her back down, but she was too quick. Drask shouted out in pain as he felt her sharp nails dig into the skin atop his head, his hair being pulled towards Ever. He began to curse in his Kelvic tongue, which merely came out as growls and yips. His body squirmed wildly, trying to loosen her grasp on him, which by now was excruciatingly painful. His hand shot up and tried to pry her fingers from his hair, but they were so firmly attached that he had no chance. Another shout came when her teeth dug into the side of his neck, sending wave after wave of pain through his body. "Stop! Stop! Stop! Stoooop!" He pleaded, thrashing violently. Her kiss did not do much for him, as the wound was still sore, and this time he was to blinded by pain to appreciate it. "Fine... fine" He groaned, wriggling out of shirt. His olive-toned upper body was moderately althetic-looking, with signs of wear. Several claw-marks could be seen along his sides, but most had already turned into faint scars. However, the most odd addition was a symbol that appeared to be burnt (or branded) into his right shoulder. Drask's face had turned pink, now half nude with a woman sitting on top of him. "There..." he murmured.

[Ever]

She moved her body back a little bit to take in the sight before her. He was extremely beautiful, mind the scars, and not only that, he was blushing. Ever scanned down his body, taking in every detail with intense blue eyes. She couldn't help herself. She had to touch, and so she did. Slowly, she raised her hand and traced the visible muscles with her fingers, hoping to get a ticklish shiver out of him. Her hand roamed down his stomach to the hem of his pants, where they traced barely on the inside of the material, and then back up to his shoulder. She took that moment to look Drask in the eyes, "Do you want to keep playing, or is this going to be too much for you?"

[Drask]

Drask observed Ever's exploration of his body, her soft finger drawing the shape of his torso in a very seductive manner. He let out a near-silent sigh as a shiver ran down his spine and into his lower body, the pink on his cheeks growing brighter. His heart began to pump a little faster, adreniline filling his veins as he became alarmed by the strange sensation her touch brought him. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Only a soft moan. She had already begun to travel downwards and each part of his body gave a spasm as she passed over it. Soon she was at his trousers. "I... Maybe it wouldn't hurt to take break..." he breathed, staring up at Ever, his yellow eyes reflecting oddly in the candlelight. He gently placed his hand onto arm as she further caressed his skin, attempting to persuading her to continue exploring.

[Ever]

Ever raised a brow as Drask placed his hand on her. She watched him carefully, and only just now noticed how the candlelight shadowed his body. It was an amazing sight. She noticed the blush on his face grow brighter, and wondered if her had ever done anything like this before. He did seem quite young. She swallowed, returning her eyes to his hand. "What exactly do you want?" She question knowing full well of what he meant, but what fun was it if she couldn't tease him. She moved her hips slightly, hoping for another reaction that she so craved to see. She shut her eyes, leaning her body forward until they were barely an inch apart. She lowed her face to his neck, and gently ran her tongue along his skin until she came to his ear, "Tell me what you want, Drask."

[Drask]

Drask had quite a bit of trouble answering her question, as he himself was not quite sure of what he was exactly seeking for. Despite his efforts he was still a virgin, and as such was not very experienced with such situation. "I don't know..." He whispered, unable to look away. This time he was not only hypnotized by her eyes, but her body as well. His eyes followed the gentle curves of her body, his yellow irises being pushed back by his pupil as it grew larger the more excited he got. They traveled down her thighs and up her waist and beyond. His young mind was being overpowered by both the alcohol and the woman sitting atop him. His breathing grew audible once she had moved her hips, a more powerful wave of energy pulsing through him and making him shiver significantly. He began to enjoy the sensation, as it brought pleasure along with it. It happened yet again when Ever dragged her tongue across his neck, and a soft moan escaped his lips. Again she asked him, and this time Drask had an answer. "I-I want you... But... It is all so... Overwhelming, I-I don't know... I don't know..." He closed his eyes and enjoyed the closeness they shared.

[Ever]

Ever smiled and pulled back, she wasn't going to force him to do anything that he wasn't ready for. "We don't have to do anything, you know." She offered him a warm, comforting look, "We could just sit here and talk, if you aren't ready for this." She was being honest, and did her best to say that and not make him feel pressured in any way. Wiggling her way between his legs she sat on the bed instead of his upper thigh, and pulled him up to sit. The way they were now made their bodies fit together perfectly. "Would you rather do that? It is my obligation to do what pleases you the most, and I don't have a problem doing that by talking.

She lifted her hand and ran it through his hair, brushing it out of his face so that she could see him fully. She did her best to avoid looking into his eyes, but she found herself doing it anyways. "You really do have beautiful eyes." She spoke distantly, as if she was not here, but somewhere else. Blinking, she tore her gaze away, looking for something, anything to distract herself. Her attention fell upon the wine bottle. "Would you like some more wine?"

[Drask]

Drask stared at her bright, blue eyes, his own giving her an almost pleading look. He didn't know why, but he felt so closely attached to Ever even though they had only known each other for a very short period of time‏, and it was if he had known her for all of his life. His Kelvic need for companionship was a primary reason he had become so closely attached to her, but he felt as if something else had influenced him. The wine? The smoke? It could be neither, or both for that matter. Yet, still he thought there was something else, besides the 2 mentioned. "Ever... You make me very happy." he said, completely ignoring her question. He brought his hand to her chin and pulled it towards him so he could see her face, nearly touching noses. "I fell like this is right. I want it to be you." His voice was firm, unwavering. He stared intensely at her for several moments before making his move. He closed his eyes and leaned forwards, gently pressing his lips into hers, letting a soft sigh escape into her mouth. The world seemed to melt around him, as if nothing mattered except the two of them. A firm hand began to run through her silky-like hair, occasional pressing her closer to him. He didn't realize it, but he had stopped breathing now and his lungs began fighting for air. In response Drask pulled back and took a heavy breath of air, his body suddenly shaking nervously. "Sorry... It's just... you are very beautiful, Ever.". Now it was his turn to avoid her eyes, too embarrassed to face her

[Ever]

Ever could have died at the look he was giving her. Most men do not get this intense when they meet with a woman like this that they barely know. It's more distant and quick. He had just told her that she made him very happy, and even though he had just told her that he wanted his first time to be with her, she couldn't help the guilt that coiled deep in her stomach. She swallowed, keeping her eyes locked with his deep yellow ones, but before she could even think to object he had leaned forward, and gently pressed his lips to her own, in a soft kiss. She could feel him pour his entire being into this kiss, and slowly he started to move. His hand was in her hair, and his body was steadily advancing toward hers. It had come to the point where all of this had made her light headed, but luckily he had pulled back, breathing just as hard as she was, and offered her another compliment.

By now, thanks to her studies in anthropology, she had already recognized that he was a Kelvic, but which kind, she wasn't for sure of just yet. "Don't apologize," She answered him, turning his face to face hers, before leaning back in to kiss him back. She pressed closer to him, feeling a bit nervous as her stomach did a backflip.