Skin and Scales [Blythe]

[Serrif Von Chatlyn]

I am yours… Those three words meant more to him than anything else. He was astonished she would say such things. Because to mean those words…to actually mean them meant she had to love him. But not just the childish whim sickle love that bright eyed does experienced. No, this was pure longing love. The kind that would endure till death and beyond, the love that would make every day brighter…fuller and more complete because the other half was around. Just her touch sent electricity through his body, the anticipation of what was to come was killing him. More intense than any half day run with Ildin; his body yearned for her in ways he didn’t know existed. But he wanted more than just intimacy with her; he wanted her.

He knew her, who she was. And he loved her for that. Even her faults didn’t seem like true faults to him; just another accentuation of her character. Another clue to who this wonderful Konti before him really was. He couldn’t believe how wonderful her cool flesh felt as it pushed into his. Smooth…cold…so very feminine. Her scent was wonderful…intoxicating. Every breath of her…touch of her lithe body drove him deeper, stroked the endless lustful fire within him. He wanted her, and from what he could tell she did as well; which only goaded him on. He couldn’t know that in that very moment she was traveling to his past…his former life that he had left behind with his wife…his long lost beautiful wife.

As she traveled to his past he was running his rough hands over her body. Sinking his lips into her pale soft flesh. He could taste her; even the hint of her skin on his tongue was exhilarating to him. The vision had only lasted for a few moments; he mistook it for her taking a breath or a break. But right now…in this moment he didn’t want a break; he wanted to feel her. He pulled an arm behind her back and another weaving up her back to hold the back of her head gently. With a smooth motion he rolled over and Blythe, the lithe Konti was straddling him just above his hips. He kissed her deeply, passionately as if he was worried tomorrow would never come. Or if it did she would be gone, this dream would be all he had. And this being true he was going to show this dream Blythe everything he could give her.

He would have love even if it was a lie, even if it was a dream he would have Blythe just this once. He’d never forget her, his heart wouldn’t let him. His hands trailed up her bare legs to her hips where he gripped her firmly. He could feel her seductive bone structure beneath his hands. She appeared frail to him; his hands able to encompass a good amount of her body just being held on her hips alone.

“Show me Blythe.” He whispered into her ear calling her to him; a request? “Show me you all of you.” When his hands moved up under her dress she would know what he meant. He wanted to see her; all of her seductive form.

“Your scales, your skin, every little mark on your body…I want to see it all, know it all.” A request that was hard to deny, especially when she knew what it would lead to.

[Blythe]

"Serrif," she whispered breathlessly as his hands trailed up her body. "Serrif..." the name spilled out of her lips again, as she leaned forward, and pressed her lips delicately into his neck, before pulling back a little, just enough to peer into the dark orbs into his eyes. "I shall show you," she whispered. Just this one time... I must show you, she thought, as she straightened herself out, and gently, eased her hands up the side of his form, onto his hands. Instantly, her fingers wove through his own, and within a few seconds, she was guiding each of their hands onto the gathering pool of fabric. Their fingertips trembled together, alongside the fraying edges, as gradually, they lifted the dress. And they gradually revealed her. For a moment, a single breath, a single heartbeat, the fabric caught on her chin. But soon, they had pulled it away, and tossed it over her long mane of blonde hair. Tossed it onto the floor, where it gathered in a heap. She looked at it idly, for but a moment, before a seductive smile sprang onto her lips, and a sparkle encased her eyes.

"I am yours Ser," Blythe whispered, as she leaned into him and planted a delicate kiss on his lips. She could feel his molding into hers. Displacing itself as she forced her way through. Her tongue sliding against them softly, before she pulled it away, and forced their hands back down the length of her body, towards her hips. Within another heartbeat, she had extracted her fingers from his, and pushed them forward, across his chest, before allowing them to settle behind his head. Cradling his neck softly as she leaned forward and licked his earlobe. "And you are mine," she whispered into his ear, as she pulled away, and began trailing kisses down the side of his neck, and over his shoulder blades. Her thumbs circling his neck as her hands fell away, and dripped over his shoulders, and then lower and lower as her lips fell. Tracing his flesh, the small hairs that lined his chest, and tickled her, as she kept on kissing lower and lower. Towards his belly button, which she circled hungrily.

After a time spent pleasuring him, she paused, and rested her chin on his chest. "Do you want me to?" Blythe whispered, as she cast her gaze a little lower, wondering if he were the sort of man to simply make his women do whatever it was he wished, or the sort that took their desires into account.

[Serrif Von Chatlyn]

Hearing his name pour from her rosy lips calmed him, but also caused his lust to pour forward. He never thought his name would be coming from her lips like this. No, only in he dreams…only here in his dreams could such things happen. Or in the very least he believed this to be a dream. His fingertips were gently guided to the frayed edges of her white dress…purity being stripped from her form. Now, now they could partake in the more primal of needs they both had for each other.

The scales that trailed up her side were intoxicatingly different to him. He was careful only to gently touch them as not to rub them the wrong way. He could see her scales shimmer even in this darkness; with the moonlight gently kissing her body…like he did as they gently pulled her dress over her. He started just above her stomach all the way up her body between her breasts to her neck and when they threw the dress off he leaned back some to take her in…really enjoy her view…because he likely never would do this in reality with her. He still believed he was never meant to be with Blythe like this.

Her delicate kiss told him everything he needed to really know. She wanted him, and finally they could cut through all their fears and finally have what they really wanted. They were so good for each other, even if apart they were so flawed. She claimed him cradling his head with her hands, and he didn’t mind at all. He merely let out a sigh as she claimed him as hers. His hand found itself tangled in her hair almost able to envelop the entire back of her head with a single hand. She was so small compared to him, so delicate and yet she didn’t act like it.

Her trail of kisses caused his body to tremor with pleasure. His toned and somewhat starved muscles trembling under her lips and fingertips. Then his muscles relaxed some so she could feel them, he had indeed built himself here on Mura. His body had responded well to Ildin’s training and the fish he had pulled from the ocean to feed himself. He soaked it up and fortified himself…he had come so far from when Blythe had first met him.

’Do you want me to?’ The question echoed in his mind for a few seconds before he smiled and caught his body as it fell into pleasure. Yes… his mind answered but his lips couldn’t just simply force her into this…no…he was going to explore all this with her.

“Not until I explore you some as well.”Came his answer easily.

He leaned forward and placed his hands on her hips pulling her up onto him again. Even through his sparse clothing she could feel him. She was straddling his body in just the perfect position allowing him access to her neck, breasts and lips while being able to slowly grind against him. Warm fingertips trailed up her sides as his lips gently teased her neck.

“You’ll be begging me to finish you soon enough.” One of his hands trailed down the small of her back and caressed womanly curves as his other hand tangled in her wonderful blonde mane.

[Blythe]

"Serrif," Blythe whispered as her breathing deepened, and her head fell back, releasing her mane of blonde hair. It tumbled down her shoulders as she fell into him. As her hands circled his back hungrily before settling on the blades, easing her body ever closer. She could feel his warm lips on her flesh. Her shimmering scales. They were like a small candlelight being held close, not enough to burn, but enough to intensify the sensations felt by one's skin. She could feel her own heat heightening as his lips trailed down her neck, circling it lovingly like a string of pearls. She could feel him warming up to her too, hear his heart pounding in his chest, even past her stifled moans. Feel it thudding against her, like the waves crashing into the shore outside their tent. She could sense herself rocking against him, as though trying to get away, and yet, to draw even closer.

"Serrif, my love, do you think me unable to satisfy you?" Blythe asked, nearly breathless. A thick air lost on the man's cheek. "Do you not want me to, until you're done?" she continued as she squirmed in his arms, causing both of their grips to tighten. "Ser..."

Blythe's words were lost to a moment of ecstasy as she leaned back, her body cascading over the length of Serrif's arm. Her chest pushed forward as her back arched, as he continued to graze over her she kept on falling. Her hair hitting the floor, pooling around her, the frayed edges tickling his legs, his feet. "Serrif... Yes... Yes. Please, keep going. Please..." she begged, as her hands circled his back. Her fingers furling into twin lotus, which hungrily clawed at his bare flesh, leaving white lines, lost to the dark, run red when done over. "Yes," she whispered as her fingers caught, massaging the same spot over and over as he worked on her. As her body eased into his a little more. She spurred him to keep on going with the tips of her fingers, and with lips parted by her pleasure, she wordlessly begged that he never stop and let her catch her breath.

[Serrif Von Chatlyn]

“Doubt you?” The answer came almost as a laugh if he were not to busy doing other things he would laugh a little. Instead he managed to smile as he continued to taste her wonderful skin in his mouth.

Every taste of her skin was as wonderful as the last, and her full breasts just begged for his attention…and his warm mouth. Gently he moved a hand from her hip and cupped her holding her gently while several soft kisses found themselves placed all around her white untouched skin. Every touch drove him deeper, and her grinding against him certainly helped this along. It went unsaid that he would have her fully by the time all of this was over; he knew that there was nothing holding either of them back now. Nothing at all; it seemed like only here in his dreams could he have what he wanted from her. Only here could he really be free to experience what he wanted with Blythe…and he didn’t mind. It was better than nothing at all.

The soft flesh of her left breast was being gently covered by many small gentle kisses as he felt around it. So perfect, so soft. “Unable? No love quite the opposite.” He then switched breasts and gently continued his work on the other. His free hand found its way to her bare butt gently gripping her in his hand. She was indeed beautiful…almost surreally so. But that didn’t stop him; it only made him enjoy every last moan from her wonderful lips more. She didn’t need to beg him to continue, because he fully intended on going forward with this journey. Every touch of her fingertips begged his body to continue onward, begged for more…and more and more. Which he was eager to give.

But at the same time he wanted to feel her out fully. Experience everything…feel her…His hand moved from her bare buttocks and then circled around her thigh. Upturned palm facing her upper body he slipped his hand down the front of her body between her legs to gently caress her. He could feel her warmth…how much she wanted him to continue on. Gently he caressed her with his pointer finger; dragging it across her lips gently to entice her even further.

“You still want more Blythe? You ready to beg me to let you have a turn exploring me?” He didn’t think she was yet but he did want to plant that idea deep in that wonderful head of hers.

[Blythe]

Blythe's hips rocked each time she let out a shallow breath. Each time she took another in. Her heart kept on skipping beats as she wiggled within Serrif's grasp. Her teeth came down, onto her plump, lower lip, in an attempt to quiet. To hold back on everything she wished to do. To let him enjoy this moment, before she began in on him too.

Suddenly her body jerked. Slid into his fingers. Her teeth came away from her lips, as the most satisfied moan escaped her. Blythe came forward then, her hands hungrily circling Serrif. Clawing him as he kept on working. As her lips came to meet with his own. Her tongue sliding into his mouth, circling his own hungrily for a few moments, before pulling away. Darting diagonally across his cheek to his right ear. Where she tickled his earlobe, before swallowing it, sucking on it softly as she pressed herself all the more tightly against him.

After a few moments, Blythe's tongue released him. "Why wouldn't I want more?" she asked, as she rocked her hips. "When everything you're doing now feels so petching good," she whispered breathlessly. Her voice catching on numerous occasion as his fingers continued to paint her lips. "Please don't stop love," she whispered, as she closed her eyes and parted her lips. Another small moan escaping from a place far past her teeth. "I don't want you to stop."

For a long time, the Konti fell silent. "Not yet Ser," she whispered. "Only when I know you really need to know the extent of a woman's fine touch shall you be asked." A small smile crossed her lips as Blythe leaned back a little, pulling away from him. Her lower half sliding against his fingers, as her hands circled his back, and came down to each of their thighs. Falling down his, before they mounted her own, slipping against her soft curves to her breasts. Each of her hands settled there. Each encompassing a single orb. Her fingertips brushed them lightly, teasing, before her palm sank in. Adding to the delicate massage she was offering herself; to ensure that she remained ready for him.

[Serrif Von Chatlyn]

He couldn’t believe the two of them had held back this long. Why…why hadn’t she told him anything before now? It was startling how in his dreams she was this hungry for him but in reality she seemed to brush him off entirely. Maybe he knew in reality this couldn’t be…he never wanted to wake up from this moment in time. Whatever this was, he loved every last second of it. He knew she was holding back, even if she was acting coy about the entire occurrence. He wouldn’t ask her how long it has been, he could tell by how famished for a man’s rough touch that it had indeed been too long. Or maybe that was just his mind making her that way.

Every moan was a sweet nectar to him, every hushed breath a wonderful treat. How could he dream something like this up? She was doing things he couldn’t even imagine enjoying…every second was increasingly intoxicating. She continued to grind against his hand between her legs…her warmth was inviting him in. So he took the opportunity and slipped the tip of his finger in gently and spoke into her ear.

“You can make noise Blythe, it is just us, none else.” He wanted to hear her pleasure and drink in every memory one by one. She wouldn’t have to worry about remaining ready for him, her body was indeed being brought gently and surely toward a wonderful conclusion.

“Come on Blythe, let me hear you” He slipped his finger in a little more gently letting her adjust while his warm mouth found one of her cupped breasts to suck on. At this rate he was likely going to force her to make noise; which seemed to be his goal in the first place. He would continue this venture slipping his finger in little by little until it was entirely inside of her, and he would then make a ‘come hither’ motion with it to stimulate her even further. The motion itself would be slow and gentle at first if she wanted anything different he was sure she would say so.

“You just let me know when I require your touch…I believe you are enjoying mine.”

[Blythe]

"Mmm, isn't it nice to be all alone?" Blythe whispered breathlessly. "Finally, after all this time?" she added as she flicked her thumbs, reddening a narrow strip of skin along the length of her breasts. Coercing the rounds into a slightly more firm state as she continued to rock her hips. Grinding her body against Serrif's form.

The Konti said nothing for several ticks as her breath continued to deepen. Her heart racing all the more furiously as she stifled a moan. She could feel him against her. Wedging his way inside more than her tender heart. As her hands fell in continual moments of ecstasy, he encased her. Large hands replacing the delicate. Gnarled and twisted skin, grown tough with callous, replacing that worn smooth. Needling her body into sparked sensation, kneading her breasts as though they were doughy mounds.

"Ser," Blythe whispered again as her hips swayed against him. "This isn't fair, I'm not doing anything to you," she added as he nursed her. The Konti easing her head back and pushing her chest out as he did so. Her blonde hair cascading down the length of her back as she closed her lavender colored eyes, and drank the stimulus in. Her hands trailing up his sides and into his hair. Coarse strands trickling through the spaces between her fingers as they furled. Gripping him lightly, willing him closer.

"Not fair," Blythe mouthed as her body trembled. Willing Serrif's hands and mouth to warm the lithe form. "You wouldn't let me have you before," she moaned. "You didn't want me to put you in my mouth..."

The Konti shuddered. "Don't you want me to nurse it?" she asked. "Don't you want to be like this? Shuddering in the arms of the one you love?"

[Serrif Von Chatlyn]

He laughed some and shook his head some side to side. “This isn’t about being fair Blythe.” She had made herself his, stated so and now…he was taking advantage of this fully.

He continued to work on her slowly, fully wanting to etch her wonderful sighs and moans into his memory forever. Every last sensory perception he wanted to be permanently part of him. So that he could remember what making love to this woman felt like. So that he would know that his mind knew she loved him, even if she never said so herself. But he knew she wanted to, and that this was what she wanted. And it was definitely what he wanted.

He moved his thumb forward a little so that he could stimulate a very special area just forward of the warm entrance his finger sat in now. This gentle yet direct pressure would likely drive her wild. Which was the point in the first place. He wanted to see her absolutely unable o control herself. He wanted to see that primal fierce part of her that she never let him see. He wanted to see her hunger for him; there were no sexual boundaries here. He honestly couldn’t see himself really having a moment like this with Blythe. But it was nice to dream.

“Come on love” He said as he stimulated her a little more, “none can hear you, it is just me…” And he knew that for a relative fact.

Every night around this time everyone was in the city proper, none really ventured out onto this beach. They were secluded and as such he knew she could really let loose. Which was what he wanted her to do. The waves of pleasure were likely intensifying now as he continued to work on her body. Moving his free hand up her side gently and every now and then gripping her breast with his hand. He would see to it that she let loose completely. He wanted to let her explore him; but he wanted her to do so with a high wonderful drive. One that he didn’t thing she had just yet.

[Blythe]

Blythe rocked against him, leaned forward enough to press her lips into his neck to help stifle her moans. She guided them across Serrif's collar bone slowly as he continued to stimulate her. Lending her to gasp as she pulled her lips away, closed her eyes, and allowed all pleasured feeling to wash over her.

"Why isn't it Serrif?" Blythe asked. "Why isn't this about being fair?" she paused, as another moan escaped her lips, as her hands passed over skin. Tickling. Enticing. "Why don't you want the favors you've offered repaid?"

The Konti smiled weakly as her hips swayed. As their bodies glided along, as though they were a boat upon a calm current. A meandering stream. She kissed his cheek as her body suddenly jerked. "Serrif!" she moaned as she forced herself back into their previous motion. "That feels-"

Blythe's hair splayed against her lips as she tossed her head, pulling it away from him. "That feels-"

"Amazing..."

Blythe was breathless. Clinging to her partner's own contagious moans. "This isn't fair she whispered. This isn't... fair..."