Stormy Weather [Kashik]

[Vanator]

Finally, Kashik lifted her head to look at her husband. Vanator met his wife's gaze with anticipation. Like a cyclone trapped in a glass bottle, Kashik's teal eyes smolder with a volatile swirl of anger, jealousy and passion, even as he towered over her small frame and her restrained voice whispered to him, reminding her husband that he had swore everything that he was to her before Cheva. Vanator saw the intent in Kashik's fiery gaze, understood her brazen demand. She was reclaiming him. As she reached for him, deceptively strong grip pulling his mouth to hers with Drykas passion, their mouths locked in hungry desire, Vanator remembered the day they met nearly a year earlier, strangers making love beneath a raging thunderstorm. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her close against him. Yes, Vanator vividly recalled why he fell for Kashik, she was as exciting and powerful and beautiful as the storm that brought them together. The kiss lingered, her strong grip on the back of his neck unrelenting. When Vanator felt her loosen her hold, he pulled away only far enough to look again into the heated intensity of her gaze. "Kashik Denusk, I will never betray your trust again. You and Khiara deserve All of me, exclusively." Firm resolve and sincerity were echoed in his dark eyes. His hand raised to Kashik's cheek, leaning in to kiss her again. Then Vanator gathered fistfulls of her shift at her sides and slid it off over her head. Her dark skin glowed gloriously in the low firelight, it's taut softness adorned with scars that marked her as a true Drykas, her intricate windmark entwining her right forearm in a dark inky design. Then he saw her small swollen belly, the skin smooth over the swell that was the beginning of their first child. Even as her pregnancy progressed, Vanator admired how her curves and contour remained defined and generous. Kashik could see the admiration in his lingering gaze, the appreciation of all that embodied who she was, the willingness to make up for his indiscretion. Vanator's hands rested on the soft curve of her hips, his pulse quickening as his breathing drawing deeper.

[Kashik]

As her husband stripped her clothing off and left her gloriously bare before him, a warm pool of satisfaction settled within her. She knew she was beautiful - had used it as a weapon oft enough in her youth. It had long kept her from needing to be anything else, though she had worked hard to be strong as well. But here, with only Vanator to gaze fully at her beauty, she did not feel it a loss. No, she had gained much when she gave up her hoyden ways and tied her soul to his. Were she asked to choose again, she would gladly take an hour spent with him than a lifetime of seducing the men of the world. She'd been right: she was made for him and him alone.

Even as he curled his hands over her hips and drew her closer, her own fingers worked to untie the loose string of his trousers and shove them away. Here was the glorious form she'd seen only moments ago, and her eyes slid over his skin only moments before her hands followed. "Then give me your all," she murmured, voice husky with desire as her anger transmuted itself to desire. She closed the last bit of distance between them and pressed herself full-length against him, arms looping around his shoulders once more to splay her fingers across the broad expanse of his back, thrilling at the hard muscles of the warrior's body. Her breath hitched a moment before she kissed him again, her purpose clear in the shift of her body as she pulled him down to their bedding and moaned her pleasure at every touch of his hands.

[Vanator]

Other men may have foolishly considered the matter behind them, or mistakenly believed Kashik had let her husband off easy. After all, she was giving herself to him. But that was not quite the truth. The fiery Drykas wife was claiming her husband again for herself. He knew the wound he had inflicted by his indiscretion was deep, and Kashik was going to ensure that he understood to whom he belonged, and why he should never have to leave his pavilion to find satisfaction from any other than his wives. Really, Kashik never had to try hard to get Vanator's attention. In spite of their domestication, and her pregnancy, the dark Drykas woman was still as beautiful and randy as the day they met. Her scent, tinged with honey, was still intoxicating, her bronze-hued body enticing and her bright teal gaze and smile impossible to deny. The Ankal's heir permitted his first wife liberties in private that no one else would dare to exercise. As the young woman pressed her warm form against him, removed his pants and kissed him passionately, Van heard an air of command in her whispered statement. He surrendered to her, following her down to the pile of furs and cushions. Vanator desired to prove his words, his devotion to her and Khiara alone, and this moment was going to be centered around Kashik. His hands touched her where she liked to be touched, kissing where she liked to be kissed. He pressed his cheek against hers, his lips to Kashik's ear. In a husky, soft tone, he explained in great detail what he intended to do to make amends. Anger, frustration and hurt fueled a particularly impassioned engagement, and those who cowered outside the tent, anxious to discover what would come of the confrontation between Eachaan's prideful son and his hot-heated wife, were greeted by boisterous and unbridled exclamations and wordless expressions that clearly indicated how Vanator and Kashik were hashing out their problems.

[Kashik]

Vanator knew his wife too well - better than any other, man or woman, lover or friend or enemy. When he whispered his plans into her ear, she shivered in his embrace and rewarded his imagination with hands and skin and warm lips, more than happy to oblige his every wish.

They did not go gently with each other as they began their lovemaking. For all that he twisted her body to fulfill his own desires, she scratched her claim upon his back, left teeth marks against his shoulder as she stifled her passionate cries and then left off even trying. Those who were waiting to hear whether they would scream at each other found an entirely different sort of yelling going on, and no few of them breathed a sigh of relief as they busied themselves with the business of the pavilion as Kashik and Vanator made their amends.

She remembered, in the harsher moments, their first night spent together: not the morning of the storm, but the evening in Endrykas when they had worshiped each other in her small tent on the outskirts of town. He had shown her what it meant to find a connection, to be loved, to give not only her body but her soul as well. And she, in turn, had reminded him of the passion that lay in his heart and the blood in his veins, and brought him back to life.

Their anger wore out before their bodies did. There was some unknowable moment when they moved beyond it, and became once more the soulbound lovers that they'd been since nearly the moment they met. Their rhythm slowed though it was no less pleasurable, and they teased each other and laughed as they tangled limbs and stole kisses, and there was healing in that as well. It was almost a full bell before she laughed and shoved him over onto his back, straddling him and smiling down at him with pure, sultry joy in her jewel-bright eyes.

"You are a most excellent husband," she teased, her body moving in long strokes as her lashes fluttered nearly closed and she splayed her hands across his chest. Her gaze fell to the sharp, strong lines of his face as she smiled and licked her lips, moving against him again. "I do believe I'll keep you," she laughed, bending to claim his mouth as she quickened her movements, determined now to see them both thoroughly satisfied.

[Vanator]

Kashik and Vanator, if anything, could take any emotional energy and employ it beneath the furs. It was with this synergy that the Drykas couple pursued their reconciliation; anger, shame, frustration and jealously forged into a passion that Van and Kash poured out upon one another. As the two of them became lost in each other, and they unleashed their desire upon on another with fervor and abandon, Abashai too remembered when Kashik came into his life. It was a time of healing, when he was finally recovering from the loss of his wife some five years earlier. The fiery young woman had ignited something that was long dead in him, and when their families unwittingly set them up in an attempt to arrange their marriage, he made her his own. Having worked off the hot passion, now slick with sweat, marked with scratches, bite marked and panting like animals, Van and Kash settled into a playful, sensual pace. There was nothing beyond the pile of furs and cushions as the couple savored their slow copulation and intimate conversation. Kashik's willing, focused affections, and Vanator's attentiveness to his wife's own pleasures mended their wounded hearts and expressed forgiveness and promises of devotion in a very physical way. In a signature move, Kashik rolled over onto Vanator and sat astride his hips, looking down at him with a bright teal gaze that still gave her husband's heart a flutter. He drank in her generous curves and dark soft skin, adorned with well-earned scars. His hands caressed her strong thighs as she moved upon him. She was intoxicating. They shared wide smiles, and Vanator's flashed at Kashik's teasing compliment. "And you, my love, are a most excellent wife, and I shall cherish you forever." He shifted under her, adding to the pleasure. He was grateful for her, and as she leaned down to kiss him, he embraced and caressed her, moving in rhythm with her, the two of them now working to reach their culmination together. Once again the sounds of their efforts rose in the pavilion, panting breathes and unbridled, wordless expressions of ecstasy foretelling to all in hearing that the Ankal's heir and his wife were sealing their union, once again united in love and purpose. When neither man nor woman could hold out, their frantic motion became stuttered and exaggerated and their release came in a glorious moment of euphoria, husband and wife joined in the most intimate experience, binding them together again as one, mistakes forgotten, wounds ready to heal. Vanator did not stop kissing his wife, but the impassioned embrace of their mouths relaxed to tender touching of their lips and whispers of adoration and love between them.

[Kashik]

Kashik finally collapsed at her husband's side, sated and happy with how they'd worked it out between them. It would be a while before he even thought of straying again. Of course, she rather planned to wear him out too much for him to even consider it.

She snuggled against his side, one hand curled in the center of his chest as her fingers traced vague shapes against his skin. "She will not forgive so easily," she said softly. Oh, she had tried to keep the knowledge from Khiara, even in her fury - but Van's other wife was not immune to rumor for all that Pavi was not her native tongue. Kashik was young, but she was also a bit more realistic about the relations between men and women. One had to be, when one grew up in a tent with thirty of your closest relatives. Seeing Khiara's pain had been a great part of what had spurred her to such heights of anger - the memory of which caused her to turn and press a soft kiss to the bruise that spread across Vanator's ribs.

[Vanator]

Quiet fell over the pavilion, only the patter of light rain on the canvas and the slowly ebbing breathes of the heir and his bride could be heard. Others may have slipped into the giant tent by other means, leaving the two to hammer out their difference by the warm light of the braziers. Vanator wrapped his arm around Kashik as she snuggled against him, his hand caressing her lean muscled arm. His gazed fell to her fingers as they skittered over the sweat-slick skin of his chest, skirting the lacun mark that Chevas left in memory of Tamar. Kashik and Tamar were very different, in many ways. They shared two things, however...drykas passion and Vanator's undying love. Kashik was right about Khiara. What Van had to tell his vanthan wife would be devastating. There was no denying both Kashik and Vanator had known their share of lovers, though they would both admit the degree of love in those relationships varied. But Khiara had only loved Eliac, and not even with the intimacy. To the vanthan, love was deeply emotional, sacred even, and something she guarded and gave only with great care. To hear how her drykas husband had made light of that commitment would break her heart. And the thought broke his. "I have to go find her Kash. I have to face her." Van thought about the circumstances under which they had found Khiara in Riverfall. She was in despair, desperate and even suicidal. His heart wrenched as he thought about how his confession would affect her. "I may send her to you, if she is unwilling to see me." His hand brushed Kashik's dark curly mane before tilting his head to press a kiss to her hair. He slid out from beneath his wife, his lips pressing this time to her lips. "I love you Kash, you know that." Heavy concern apparent in his dark gaze, Vanator slipped into his pants and tunic, donned his boots and headed out to confront his second wife.

[Lariat]

Vanator

Experience:

Observation: 1 xp
Riding (Horse): 1 xp
Seduction: 1 xp

Lores:

Admiting a kiss at risk
Solving anger with love

Kashik

Experience:

Observation: 1 xp
Seduction: 1 xp
Politics: 1 xp
Weapon (Spear): 1 xp
Riding (Horse): 1 xp

Lores:

Van did what!?
The spoils of winning the argurment
Solving anger with love

Enjoyable thread to read if there ever was one. Both of your writing styles are both as refreshing as they are inspiring. If you think I missed anything just send me a pm.