Closed The Vineyard. A Drykas, And Another Drykas..... [Vanator]

[Zyah'suyakal Songbringer]

[I am so sorry, forgive me.] Zyah's body was oddly warm, her breath spread out across the hollow of the man's neck as she allowed each breath to fall past her lips. She could sense an almost silent struggle within the Densuk that held her, she wasn't going to pry, or ask him to elaborate on what had happened to cause such sorrow within him. That was despite the fact that he had lost three of his wives. She took a shuddering breath as she felt his callused hands sliding over her silken flesh, this caused a small moan to fall from her lips. She flushed brightly and took a deep breath before she took her bottom lip between her teeth, it was a nervous habit, and at the moment she was nervous of the other. For some reason his touches were different this time, they held more intention, for even if the other Drykas couldn't feel it, she could, his hands were trembling against her skin. Her eyes began to sting and a single tear slipped from the corner of her left eye and followed the slope of her cheek. She wasn't crying for herself, she was crying for him. Zyah often did't show that she cared for others, her family was one thing, and fellow Drykas were always treated like distant family to her. However, Zyah hardly ever let another truly in, she tried to keep herself distant, as much as she could without causing any disrespect. Yet as Vanator spoke finally her eyes widened in obvious surprise. "Vanator.....I would never ask that of you, unless you were offering such things....I can feel you pain, and it breaks my heart....I want to see your pain go away, to feel you smile a genuine smile, not a smile that is shadowed by grief...." She explained her desire to him, yes, the thought of laying with him was far more than tempting, however, Zyah wanted to get to know Vanator better, for if they ever did lay together, she wanted feelings and emotions behind each and every single touch. Yes, their kiss had been passionate, and it had been followed by a sweet tenderness, even so, Zyah wanted another she could giver her heart to, demons and all.

[Vanator]

The encounter with Zyah had gone from a casual, flirtatious afternoon to something more as the two Drykas discovered one another. Passion and pain had been revealed, the comfort of physical contact and shared hearts drawing the strangers together. As Vanator held Zyah, spoke openly, he saw the single tear slip from the corner of her eye and trail down her smooth cheek.

The young woman discerned Vanator's inference, the prospect of a more intimate moment. But Zyah surprised him with her candor, and her compassion towards the stranger. Van lifted a hand to wipe away the tear as it neared the line of her jaw, lifting it with a finger. To see someone he just met so moved by his condition was actually heartening, especially a Drykas sister. To rush into a something, to simply satisfy carnal needs, would not honor her heart.

He offered the girl a soft smile. Though she could not see it, Vanator knew Zyah could hear it in his tone. "A smile wrought from a grieving heart is more precious that one born from painless prosperity. That smile is the fruit of strife, more precious because of the pressing that was required to produce it. This smile that I give you, that you have drawn from me, has more meaning and significance, because you feel my pain, even share in it. There is no more genuine smile than one brought on by humility and thankfulness. Thank you Zyah."

Again, Vanator kissed her damp mane, then pressed a softer kiss to her full lips. "I don't say these things because I hesitate, Zyah, I am not afraid. But I do not wish to take advantage of you."

[Zyah'suyakal Songbringer]

"Vanator....you understand I am a woman of the Amethyst Clan, I am a proud Drykas woman, and if I didn't want this, didn't want you, I would have left....However, I do want this, and I do want you, this moment is perfect, and my smile is a rare and precious gift....." She whispered the words to him, her fingers dancing across the flesh of his bare chest, her fingers found the marks on his chest, she sighed and dipper her head her lips pressing against each mark. His skin tasted faintly of salt from the oceanic water, he also tasted like sunshine, and warm Drykas male. Her lips trailed over each mark that represented each deceased wife, her tongue slipping out from the confines of her lips to slide across his salty skin, her eyes had fallen closed, for even though she was blind, she could feel his gaze on her. She lifted her lips from his chest and up along his collarbone to the hallow of his throat where she rested her head for a fraction of time. "Vanator, I don't hesitate for tear, I hesitate for fear of my heart being shattered, there are only so many that will accept me completely, for even though many Drykas are indifferent to my.....handicap, there are still those who believe I am never going to be a warrior.'' Her voice had lost some of its' sorrow, its sadness, now she was simply stating facts, even if her heart was beating like a hundred thundering Striders across the Sea of Grass. She flushed a healthy pink flush and let out a sound that was on the verge of a whimper.

[Vanator]

Even amid the ceaseless crash of the surf, the breeze from the sea blowing around them, Zyah's soft voice was clear in Vanator's ears, the woman pressed against him. Though her eyes were dead, Vanator could see that her sense of touch was enhanced as delicate pads of feminine fingers played across his chiseled chest, finding the almost imperceptible rise of his lacun marks. The Drykas man looked down upon the dark-haired woman as she pressed a kiss to each memorial design, a profound gesture that moved the Denusk. Zyah's confession of desire for him was confirmed in the soft brush of her tongue against his flesh and the trail of kisses she blazed up across his collarbone and against his neck.

As the young woman's damp head rested against his broad torso, continuing her self-revelation, Vanator saw a crimson hue color her cheeks. His hand lifted to caress Zyah's wet mane, moved by her honesty.

He did not want to shatter her heart. Both of them, individually and as Drykas, had suffered enough heartache. Vanator was losing himself to the moment, wanting Zyah, to share something they both needed. Beyond that, the Denusk was not sure what he could offer the blind woman. His heart was healing as well, and, at least for now, he did not know how much he had to give to another.

Vanator leaned his head down to rest his cheek against the crown of her head. "Zyah, you have greater obstacles before you than most of us could imagine. But I have seen amazing things recently. They have given me faith that the impossible can be made possible. I wouldn't dare say you can't do something because you can't see with your natural eyes. Anything is possible, the hard part is finding the way."

Moving back just enough to place a hand on either side of Zyah's face, Van tilted her head up, so he could look into her unseeing eyes. "I don't have much to offer, Zyah, except this moment. For this moment, I am yours." The Denusk leaned down, pressing another kiss to her mouth. His lips parted to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping forth seeking entrance past the plush tiers of her mouth. Vanator's hands slid from her smooth cheeks to glide down her torso, over the swell of her contours to rest on the subtle flair of her hips.

[Zyah'suyakal Songbringer]

At that moment it was simply the two of then=m, one Drykas female, and one Drykas male. Zyah had so often pushed others away or had avoided them that she had forgotten what it was truly like to be close to another, to feel skin upon her own, to feel the embrace of another. Yet here she was, reveling in all of those lost and forgotten sensations, and with another Drykas that shared her need, her pain. She took into account every sensation that she felt at that very moment. From the press of hard muscle and flesh pressed against her own, to the burning sense of desire she felt deep within her abdomen, a desire that she believed she had long forgotten, for her heart was often protected. Yet this Drykas was able to dig past her walls and defenses and make his claim within his heart, she felt his sorrow, she shared it, as well as his pain, and she had wanted him to smile, for some curious reason she had needed him to smile, it simply made her heart feel lighter and the weight on her shoulders that was constantly there lift from them. As Vanator spoke about the obstacles she would have to face, she simply smiled. Tipping her head up she had the audacity to stick her tongue out at him, it was a childish antic, but it was also able to lighten her mood slightly. She didn't speak when he told her she was beautiful, nor when she pressed his lips against her own. Instead, to show her appreciation of the words he spoke she pressed even closer to him, her fingers sinking even deeper into his thick mane of hair. Her lips were soft and pliant against his own, as was the rest of her body. Zyah's nipples were beginning to harden and bud against the male's chest due to the friction as well as the chilling water, as goose flesh rose over her skin she whimpered into the kiss as her slick tongue pressed along his and she tasted the heady flavor that belonged solely to him, her own flavor was just as intoxicating, it was sweet, yet held spice within it, as if she had eaten a sweet and then a food with pepper in it.

[Vanator]

Vanator felt himself letting go of defenses, of hesitation, of pain and sorrow that had quenched his fire. The press of the beautiful Drykas woman against him, Zyah's body both firm and soft in perfect proportion as it fit against him. Their flesh cooled as the sea breeze dried the water from their skin, even as the heat within his core grew warmer. The kiss was a vehicle of surrender for them both, pouring forth desire they had each restrained for their own reasons. She tasted pleasant, exotic even. The oral embrace deepened in passion, tongues dancing across each other, reaching deeper as the slender fingers entangled in Vanator's mane drew his lips firmly against Zyah's.

Vanator's hands splayed across the girl's sides, feeling the lean muscle and subtle ridges of her ribs beneath goosebumped skin. The grip slid again to her hips, and a need to pull them against his pelvis was not denied. Feeling the warmth of her against him breathed life into the fire Zyah had started. Yet there was more than wanton lust burning there. There was compassion and tenderness, and one hand lifted from her hip to caress the soft flesh of her cheek as they lost themselves in the lusty kiss.

Vanator knew what he wanted. A place out of time, freedom from his past, the world to shrink to just he and this woman, with whom he desired to share an intimate moment, a meshing together of body and spirit, an entanglement that would lend to healing of souls, if only for a time. Whether by chance or fate, Zyah was what the Drykas man needed, a respite.

With an arm cast around her waist, the hand on her cheek slipping around her shoulders, Vanator carefully lowered Zyah to the sand without breaking the hungry kiss they shared. He lay beside her, one hand propping himself up, the other wandering gently over the fabric covering her peaked globes, and down the length of her pristine form.

[Zyah'suyakal Songbringer]

Vanator lit the burning fire within her, and it was what caused her to cry out. Or at least whined and whimper into the embracing of lips that they shared. Her nose was filled with his overwhelming scent, her tongue tasted his own, and the exotic flavor that he carried had her delving her tongue deeper and searching for more. As the hands gripped her hips and pulled her closer against his own she groaned, her fingers sinking even deeper into his thick locks. Her hips pressed against his own of their own accord, it was a desperate feeling that was awash over her skin. She was on fire, for this Drykas, a male that she had only met, allowed her the release, and the escape she needed. There was passion in their touch, and in their kiss. However, tenderness and understanding were mingled with the heated lust that each other was feeling. As he lay her out in the sand she wished she could have seen him at that moment. Her eyes watered slightly, and for once in her life she regretted the fact that he had lost her sight. "I-I wish I could see you....." r=She whispered to him in Pavi as his fingers skimmed over her skin. She arched up into his delicate touch, her nipples hard and pressing up against the fabric that covered the swells of her breasts from his gaze. Then as the hand skimmed lower her muscles clenched and a whine fell past her lips.

[Vanator]

Vanator felt Zyah melt into him, unabashed, as he too rendered himself unashamed to the beautiful stranger. The Drykas woman's voiced desire was cut short, though her unexpected lover heard her plea. Taking her hand, he placed it against his cheek. "See me in the way that you see." Van offered, an invitation to use her tactile senses to view the man, all of him, as she desired. And though Vanator could see very well the the gorgeous woman laying next to him, every curve, he too used his hands to explore Zyah.

Unashamed in his venture, Van resumed the passionate kiss, the deep tangling, as the pads of his fingers slid across the woman's water-slick skin, boldly but gently leaving no measure of her exquisite contours undiscovered. The sea-soaked garments were skillfully plucked away, tossed free of the encroaching tide, its cool reaches barely skimming the sand beneath them, leaving the lovers' skin free of the clinging grains.

The press of the bodies, one against the other, were now flesh on flesh, warm even with the coating of salt water. The intimate contact fueled the fire of the Drykas man's desires, the result Zyah would certainly notice as they held each other, searching, learning every inch of the other, as if their hands alone could sate the passion ignited there on the beach.

[Zyah'suyakal Songbringer]

Zyah heard the words pf the other and this caused a light blush to cover her cheeks. She nodded almost meekly, the hand that was on his cheek trailed across the skin and met the side of his jaw in a slight caress. "You....you honor me, to trust me so. Even after all that you have suffered, you are still allowing he to touch you." She gave a sad little smile and then used her other hand to press against his chest. She felt him strip away the undergarments and she blushed her skin coating in the pale pink coloration. She leaned in, pressing her body against his own. She bore scars, both physical and mental, there was one on her hip bone where she had fallen off of her Strider when she was first beginning to rode. And she also had calluses on her hands, and her feet. Her skin was smooth however, and then scent on her skin was intoxicating. She pressed against him more forceful, her lips searching for his. She pressed the soft petals that were he lips against his own, searching, and needy. She needed him, she was desperate for the other. Her left leg slid up and wrapped around his waist,as if to lock him against her. Her core was pressed against his groin. Wet, warm, and inviting.

[Vanator]

The Drykas lovers' thoughts and emotions ceased to be expressed in words, replaced by much more tangible tactile elaboration. Poured into the kiss was the flood of their denied needs, crashing against one another in the passion of the oral embrace. Hands that had longed to touch another continued to roam, their exploration more desperate as fingers pressed into soft flesh, ran over telling scars, reached into hidden places.

A low hum rumbled in Vanator's throat when Zyah hooked her coltish leg around him, pulling him hungrily against her. A strong hand reached to her thigh, giving him purchase as he too pressed against her warming body. The Drykas man had reached the fullness of his manhood, Zyah certainly aware of the unmistakeable press against her. The Amethyst Clansmwoman was the soul of the Denusk's world in that moment, sea and horses, breeze and sand, water and the call of seabirds fading into obscurity as he consumed his desires upon the willing stranger, even as he wished to fulfill her need, her wants, to make her feel the affections denied her.

Van's hand was soon employed as a guide, finding the lusting man's mark and sinking into the ultimate consummation of the strangers' passionate desires. Another pleasure-soaked groan eminated from Van, as the ardent motion of his hips began, his hand again clutching Zyah's thigh, the other wrapped around her and holding her close.