Flashback Departure [Razkar]

[Ayatah]

"I know that... that sometimes you feel like you... have to act a little... less Myrian. More like your father's people. But you don't, not around me, anyway. Just be you, Aya. Always try and be better. That's the way of all people, all races, wanting to be more than what you are."

He summed it up perfectly. On the one hand, she wanted nothing more than to be as Myrian as Paira, Quinneth and all the other strong women in her family. But Ayatah couldn’t -- so another, equally impossible part of her, desired to simply accept this fact and take up the Eypharian habits that she had read about. She was caught between two races, existing in neither of them entirely or perfectly.

"All I want is you, my love. As you are."

She smiled. Myri, how could she not when the man she loved said such words? For all her flaws, despite her Eypharian traits, he loved her… and not as the false-Myrian she tried so hard to be.

A sigh escaped her lips, but it was a happy one, tinged with relief. ”I love you.” They were the only words that she could think of that suited the current topic of conversation. He’d know the rest: how she adored his battle wounds; that crooked smile and his self-analysis; how passionate he was for bringing glory to their people in Myri’s name. He knew why she loved him, so it didn’t even need saying.

So when she spoke next, Ayatah chuckled and pulled a face as if she was weighing up a potentially life-threatening decision. ”Of course… you might change that opinion when you realise just how bad a cook I am.”

They both laughed and then set about their respective jobs. As he left the clearing to remove the boar carcass, Aya turned her attention once again to the fire. She prodded at the flames reluctantly with a stick, not knowing exactly what the gesture did to the fire, but having picked up the habit from her clanmates.

The rest of the day lay ahead of them; long bells until Syna gave way to Leth and they would sleep once more. Despite her aching bones and pulled muscles, her mind was far from the relaxing state her body craved so much. She had heard of strange witches and wizards who could see things in fire, or even tell the future from the dancing flames. Aya had always questioned this ability; she did not understand the fundamentals of magic and djed, so such complex abilities were just as strange to her.

But as she watched those dancing flames, she swore that they took the shape of her friends and family, the city of Zeltiva (or at least how she imagined it to look). So many things lay ahead of her… and it was as exciting as it was terrifying.

The rustling of foliage had Ayatah’s head snap upwards, a hand on her dagger. They might be two or three days away from the city, or any other civilized people, but there was still a great number of foes that could be lurking the shadows of the jungle. Tigers, Dhani, Yukmen…

But this time, she was lucky.

What did he say about pleasing one another?

Before either of them were truly away of just how quick she could move, Ayatah had stood to her feet, strode over to her lover and pounced.

|| Ayatah's speech || Ayatah's thoughts || Others' speech ||

[Razkar]

"Goddess, you never know how heavy something is until... Aya-?"

Something fast and pale blurred ahead of him when Razkar stepped back into the small clearing of their encampment, and he was so stunned his hand went for his weapon. Then he saw flashing brown eyes, wide and hungry, amid the whirling mess of black hair-

-and then she thudded into him, light weight no factor when she jumped straight into his arms-

-pressing her lips to his even as they toppled-

-bearing him to the ground and onto his back, hands clamped around his wrists.

The sheer... ferocity of it took his breath away, and her lips did even more than that. For a moment his eyes were open in shock and then he surrendered in a way he would never even think about in battle. The male's body went limp and he drank in all of her passion, her desire.

But having his hands pinned just would not do.

With a snap and a whoosh of his arms he broke free, rolling her over onto her back, but apparently his Aya was in a playful mood this afternoon. She wrapped her legs around his hips before he could even settle, grinding herself again-

-he hissed, an agony of ecstasy, one hand already reaching down to rip the garment hold him back away.

"Such fire this eve, hmm?" He all but growled in her ear, sitting up and bringing her with him, pressed to his chest. "Very well."

Razkar's hands shot down to knead her rear, loosening her legs-

-enough for him to turn her over, passion and lust giving him a burst of strength that soon put her with her back to him. She gasped as one of his hands buried itself in her hair, jerking her head back-

-just as his lips and mouth and breath found her neck, pulse beating against his kiss-

-other hand snaking down her taut stomach, down... down...

"How long has it been, my love," he growled even deeper, so much like the beast he would soon name, "Since we made the style of tigers in our affections..."

His slow hand was suddenly quick, ripping away her own lower garment in a frenzy, and they began in earnest.

Bells passed. How many, he did not know, nor did he car, nor did it matter. All he knew was that they were breathless and spent, sheen of sweat over them both as they lay panting on the tiger pelt before the fire... and the sun had long since vanished.

Razkar purred against her neck as he kissed her, gently, savoring her soft and still-tingling skin. A few more tasks needed tending to, but their night was nearly over.

Well, he thought with another big cat growl, at least until we get our second wind...

[Ayatah]

She may have been proud, strong, independent Myrian woman, but Goddess! Ayatah just loved how her lover pushed and pulled at her, twisting her body into a position that suited him.

Her back arched and Aya purred as his lips trailed down her neck. She couldn’t kiss him - or even see him - from this angle, so she interlocked their fingers together guided his hand to where she wished it to be.

The two bodies began to grind and thrust, his growls answered by her moans. Out here, alone in the jungle, Ayatah could let him know just how good a time he was already giving her. She gasped and moaned, cried and cursed and sent a cloud of birds lunging into the darkening sky in surprise.

The evening had turned to night before the two of them finally reached that crescendo of pleasure, bodies tensing and twitching. She pulled away from him breathlessly, dropping onto the tiger pelt and lying on her back. Her body was slick with sweat; her skin flush but the smile on her lips said it all. ”You… are--“ she gulped, and finally her breathing began to become a little more regular, ”… a very talented man.”

Sure, it was not her most philosophical compliment, but it summed up her bedazzled post-sex thoughts pretty well. She chuckled and lightly traced the outline of his ribcage, rolling onto her side so she could land soft kisses on his chest. ”Very talented.”

They lay there for several quiet chimes, muscles now aching in an entirely new way. She listened to his heartbeat and breaths… her mind and senses completely bare save for him. This moment is perfect.

But it could not last; and there would be other, equally precious, moments between now and their parting.

After all, she apparently had their dinner to cook.

”Worked up an appetite?” She asked, throwing him a playful grin and shimmying herself into her clothes once more (although she wondered whether there was really any point). Now on her feet, Ayatah clapped her hands together and poked the packages of still-wrapped pork meet. ”So… How do I cook?”

She really quite hopeless.

|| Ayatah's speech || Ayatah's thoughts || Others' speech ||

[Razkar]

The females of Razkar's clan would have groaned, winced and rolled many an eye to see the smug expression on his face when Aya managed to mutter her breathless words. Like males across the multiverse, his ego responded to nothing better than praise of his sexual prowess.

"It's a tough job, my dear. But someone has to-"

She smacked him somewhere particularly painful, and he remembered himself. Thank the Goddess.

Then her thoughts turned to food and Razkar had to grin again. Wasn't it the male who usually thought of food the moment lovemaking was finished? Though, he ruminated with pleasure, "lovemaking" may have been an exaggeration that time.

His back still bore the fingernail marks of that. Sometimes (most times, in fact), making love was the best description for when Aya and he joined together. Razkar didn't know why, but he felt it was a duty to... what would the word be? Worship? Honor? Pleasure?

That said, they were both still young and hormone-charged. Meaning, sometimes you just wanted a good, thorough fucking.

"Clothes." He sighed with a roll of his eyes, but still shuffled into his loincloth, grateful it was all he needed. "Such a tedious social convention."

Her eyes shone like a wolf's in the night and the fire, bringing Razkar a brief image of Tinnok. His heart tugged for a moment, realizing he would not see her for quite a while. Travel in Mizahar was slow and dangerous. How long would it be before he saw the jungle again? A year? Two? Five? Sometimes pilgrimages could take decades...

But his lover needed him now, and he shook his had clear from a concern he no longer had any control over. His path was set, and that was that. He half-rose and shuffled over to her, kissing her deeply... and sliding the leaf-wrapped pork from her.

"You know..." he said against her lips with a smirk "... in times passed, they'd just let you fend for yourself."

Another smack, but he laughed it off, hunting for a skewer instead. He found it and unwrapped the package, taking out the two nice-sized chunks of quivering red meat.

"Alright, love, we'll keep it simple for now, and nothing's more simple than roasting. Just skewer the meat and keep it a good distance over the fire." He angled the sticks as he spoke, careful enough to get it right and for her to see. "Not too close to burn it... not too far so the heat doesn't cook it..."

She watched intently as he rummaged in his pack, warming up (no pun intended) to his role as chef and teacher. A handful of spices were soon produced from a skin, a little gift from Paira.

"Now, this... should give it a little flavor. Gotta be careful with that, when your roast over a flame." He spoke as he kneaded the trickling powder into the two hunks of meat, excess drifting down and sizzling on the licking flames. "Too long, all the juices dry up, and there goes all the taste, too. So, some spices give it some life..."

Once that's done, he watches... he waits... and then he turns the skewers a quarter to the right.

"The other important thing? Keep them moving. You don't want just one side to get cooked, so keep turning them every now and then. After about ten chimes for each, with the right heat, they'll be good to go..."

In one swift, fluid lunge his tone went from educational to carnal, lips pressed against the side of her neck. He ran them up her skin and felt goosebumps rise on every inch they touched, smirking as he did so, ending his swipe at her ear.

"... which is good, because after we're sated with food," his voice had not diminished since that growl from bells ago; the joys of being young and insatiable. "I will probably be ready for another kind of... feeding..."

[Ayatah]

"Clothes. Such a tedious social convention."

She made a tiny, hmm noise to show her agreement, but Ayatah also flashed her lover a mischievous grin. ”Oh, but I would never be able to resist you if we spent our entire day naked.” They both chuckled, though she was only half joking. It was a well-known fact that the Scattered Bones women had a certain… passion for sex and men in general -- and in this way, Aya was no different to her mother or old Quinneth.

Kneeling beside the fire, she began to tend to the flames for the third time. After throwing on another handful of dried leaves and twigs, it was roaring once again and she nodded at Razkar, signalling for him to begin the cooking lesson. His kiss caught her unaware, though Ayatah was far from complaining. Those lips of his bought her as much joy as they did arousal.

"Alright, love, we'll keep it simple for now, and nothing's more simple than roasting. Just skewer the meat and keep it a good distance over the fire."

It was strangely reassuring for Ayatah to once again take on that familiar role of ‘student’. Cooking was far from a passion of hers, but Ayatah simply loved learning. Her eyes watched him hungrily, though this was different from her usual lustful gazes; she was keen to learn and keen to remember the skills he was about to teach her.

Roasting, yes. It sounded simple enough. She knew what he meant, and had even tried to ‘roast’ meat before… Though the Scattered Bones clan had never quite recovered from a particular chapter in their clan history known as the summer of 506: When Ayatah decided to cook.

She followed his every move, lips pursed in concentration. When he sprinkled the herbs and spices upon the soft pork flesh, Ayatah frowned. Already, questions were buzzing in her mind and she nodded to the flavourings, then the meat. ”How much spice do you need to put on to flavour it? And when is the meat cooked?”

Of course, he answered the latter question no more than a second later:

"The other important thing? Keep them moving. You don't want just one side to get cooked, so keep turning them every now and then. After about ten chimes for each, with the right heat, they'll be good to go..."

Her head nodded slowly, processing, thinking, remembering… Taking that knowledge and imprinting it onto her mind so would (hopefully) never forget it. Roasting, yes…

Then something moved in her peripheral vision, and Ayatah turned from the fire only to see him diving towards her. Caught off guard, she simply fell backwards underneath his weight, thudding to ground. Of course, her lips were against his and her arms around his neck before they even landed. Myrian instinct had had her touch the hilt of her dagger at the sudden movement, though her instincts had a woman soon moved said hands to someplace else.

”You’re meant to be teaching me to cook,” She whispered huskily, lips pressed against his ear. She glanced to the crackling flames and spitting meat. ”Which I believe is cooked.”

|| Ayatah's speech || Ayatah's thoughts || Others' speech ||

[Razkar]

”You’re meant to be teaching me to cook. Which I believe is cooked.”

Razkar growled and ground himself harder into her, relishing the stiffening and undulation of her body under his weight. Goddess, he she bought out the beast in him. The world always shrank when he had her so close, animal lust overriding his intellect in a drive to just... take her. All of how. However he wanted.

"Keep this up, beloved," he whispered again, nibbling her earlobe and growling when it evoked an ecstatic little gasp, "And I'll be happy to let the petching thing burn..."

Fine words but, he reminded himself, you both still need to eat. So, with a frustrated little psuedo-snarl he righted himself and scuttled over to the bonfire. The meat was blackening, as she'd noticed, and using a palm leaf as a makeshift glove, he removed the burning skewers from over the fire and put them onto other leaves, already laid down. He inhaled deeply from the rich smoke... and smiled.

"As to your other question," he said, shooting her a look and a half smile, "And yes, I did remember it, despite you attempts to distract me with feminine wiles... it's trial and error, knowing what spices to use and how much. The more you try, the more you will learn."

He picked up one steaming skewer and blew as much as he could to cool one small part of it, then curled back his lips to take a tentative bite without having his flesh scorched. Aya giggled as the proud, strong, fierce warrior shuddered and cursed (quite impressive, considering his mouth was full) as he chewed, frowning deeply... and finally nodding.

"Not bad. Not my best, but enough for a lesson, I think."

Razkar chuckled and leaned back against the nearest, widest tree, beckoning her over... and, with a very male smirk, undid his loincloth, letting it fall between his legs. The grin just grew wider when she paused and her eyes flushed like her cheeks.

Naked in the jungle, eating without clothes... and smiling up at her like a wolf at a lamb.

"I told you before, Aya," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave in a way he knew she liked, taking another chunk out of the... shyke, that was hot! "Feeding on food or feeding on you... 'tis all the same to me. I don't see why I need clothing for either."

He kept up the grin with effort... until he finally buckled and gulped down a mouthful of water. Goddess, that was going to be red tomorrow...

[Ayatah]

Ayatah giggled and writhed under him, loving the heat that emanated from his body and how their legs entwined together. And Goddess that growl of his sent little excited shivers down her spine. She was so unbelievably attracted to her Reaver that she was beginning to believe the romantic old idea that ’opposites attract’.

But yes, they had to eat first, and indulge in each other after.

The meat didn’t smell nearly as burnt as the last time, and instead it even had a pleasant aroma. Ayatah had had no hand in seasoning or cooking the meat, but she had noticed when it was just starting to burn. That counted as cooking, right? She smiled at the tiny achievement, even more so at the thought that it would result in a hot meal filling the belly of her beloved. There was hope that she would provide for him yet.

Of course, that smile quickly turned into a gasp followed by an artificial pout at the accusation he threw at her. ”I did not distract you… at least not purposefully,” she moaned, an innocent smile on her lips and a dangerous glint to her eyes. She swept forwards, long legs fluidly moving her body towards him with a hand extended to take her portion of the meat -

-only for her fingers to brush something else, something that still came to life under her touch. ”If I wanted to distract you, I would do something much more effective, hm?” Her chocolate-coloured eyes watched his, as if challenging him to argue with her very valid point. Fortunately, he seemed at a lost for words, and with a final smirk she released her hold of him and took her meal.

So they began to eat, and the meat was… petching hot! Ayatah spluttered and coughed, half in surprise and half in annoyance at her own stupidity. The damn thing has only just come off the fire, what did I expect?! She heard a snort of laughter and threw her lover (who was indeed dealing with the burning meat far better than she) a scowl.

"Not bad. Not my best, but enough for a lesson, I think."

She nodded in agreement, and opened her mouth to speak… but instead her jaw simply hung in surprise as she watched him remove the one garment piece he had been wearing. Her eyes instinctively wavered up and down his body, drinking in those muscles and scars that she could have just as easily admired without him being naked (but then again, everyone is worth a better look naked, aren’t they?)

And suddenly her appetite for food seemed… less fervent. Meat can be eaten cold, anyway… Aya told herself as she stepped closer towards her lover. Plus, for how much longer could she resist him like that?

"Feeding on food or feeding on you... 'tis all the same to me. I don't see why I need clothing for either."

A single eyebrow arched in response, but Ayatah did not speak. She did, however, begin to unwrap the leather that strapped her breasts tight to her body. Well, it was only fair to level the playing field, ey?

Ah. It appeared that her man could no longer stand the heat of the bonfire (or rather, the meat). That was no matter; Ayatah simply smirked and prowled ever closer. So his mouth was possibly on fire right now, but she hoped to take his mind off that.

Ayatah had always delighted in bringing sexual pleasure to her lovers as much as indulging in it herself. And of course, like their relationship, Razkar’s pleasure mattered much, much more than that of the men before him. So she slid down to her knees - well aware that his tongue and lips were probably too sore for any kissing - and took him into her mouth. It was by no means the first time she had served him in such a manner, though it was likely to be the last time.

And like all ‘last times’, Ayatah wanted to make it memorable.

|| Ayatah's speech || Ayatah's thoughts || Others' speech ||

[Razkar]

"G... God..."

He tried to speak. Truly he did. Razkar tried to force his vocal chords to elicit some kind of verbal response when her mouth enveloped him, but the words stumbled and stilled on his tongue and finally gave way to an enraptured moan that made words seem utterly pointless.

The meat was forgotten, but Goddess alone knew how he managed to half-drop and half-place the smoldering skewer onto a palm-plate next to him. Once that was done, all other thoughts and concerned were vanished by her.. very accomplished tongue.

The male's head lolled back and he submitted himself entirely to her. Waves of pleasure rolled up from his pelvis and he lost all track of time, of thought. Only when he heard the occasional sucking sounds did he realize he was still in the waking world and looked down...

Gasped slightly when he saw her bright, clear, hungry eyes staring right back at him, head moving back and forth... slowly... in no hurry... worried solely with dragging out every chime of pleasure she could from him.

Razkar's hands raised but with speed that shocked him her own hands shot up and pinned them back to his sides. Moaning like a child, his hands balled into fists as he found himself suddenly helpless, unwilling or unable to move, to resist... and when she tightened her lips around him again, not really caring either way.

Finally he felt himself tighten, gritted his teeth and knew he would-

-a strangled and very un-Myrian cry escaped his lips when he released one hand and gripped around his balls, squeezing gently... and denying him that final release. It was a hairsbreadth between pain and pleasure: forcing his body to hold back, and yet prolonging the ecstasy shooting through him.

Razkar began to thrash gently, twitching back and forth until he thought he would-

-she let go and with a cry that was almost a howl he released himself. Body limp, shaking, shuddering, as if he'd just fought an army, he collapsed back against the tree... and as if he was controlling his body from a long way away, he saw and felt her straddle him.

Razkar looked up at his love, and he had never seen her so in control, so beautiful or so... sexually dangerous in his entire life. She shook her head gently, biting her lip, feigned innocence clashing with the dark, predatory look in her eyes... then lowered herself onto him...

Not done yet, are we?

The challenge was faint, but there. Strength surged back inton him from a well of animal lust and he smacked his hands into her arse, jerking forwards and putting her on her back. But he did not press further inside her. He withdrew... kissed her fiercely... then kissed down, fingertips playing over her tut skin, her hardened nipples and trembling thighs... until his lips found what was between them.

"One good turn deserves another..."

She thought she heard the words, but they didn't matter, for a moment later, Razkar began to repay her in kind.

[Ayatah]

Ayatah was similarly not in a position to uphold much of a conversation, though obviously for different reasons. But that didn’t stop her from smirking and chuckling lowly as her lover stuttered and gasped.

It was nice to know that her work was paying off.

Some said that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. Given her inability to cook, Ayatah was rather pleased that the cock seemed to have similar access. Food might not be something she could provide, but a good fuck and fellatio were always on the cards with her.

Her head moved backwards and forwards slowly, lips pursed tightly to make the most of the friction between her lips and his shaft. Her tongue brushed, slid and rolled in unison, and after several chimes, she felt his muscle twitch and tense, which only meant one thing…

… She retracted away, smirking triumphantly. Myri, she loved these moments when their bodies came together one way or another. But he had had his fun time, and now Ayatah wanted to serve them both the climax they wanted.

So she pressed herself on top of him, gliding backwards and down until her core slid against his hardness -- but for both torment and pleasure, she took it no further. Already her head was tilted back, drinking in that anticipation of what was to come. A soft word escaped from her lips, and it sounded a hell of a lot like his name. Her hips buckled, back arched and Ayatah allowed herself to give into that most basic of desires --

But he seemed to have other ideas.

She ended up on her back, though this was no bad thing. Ayatah parted her thighs willingly, drawing him closer and closer to her centre--

But once again, he did not allow it. Now it was her turn to growl; how could he deny her this desire? She was hot and breathless, and desperate for him to take her.

Then his lips began to travel downwards, and suddenly she was on the same wavelength as he. And what a good idea it was!

Now it was Ayatah’s turn to be at a loss for words, and as soon as his tongue and lips claimed her, she found herself unable to even put together a comprehendible thought. She felt a hand on her breast; toying with her nipple and arousing some strange, caged groan and splutter from her lips. ”Raz. Raz…”

Myri! It would seem his talents were not confined to his cock, for which Aya was truly grateful. His tongue stroked and caressed at her hotness, making her sigh and moan again, and again, and again. Her hips bucked against him, allowing greater friction and more ecstasy.

”Oh, gods--“ Her words were husky and broken up by sighs and moans, -- ye-ss…” From between her thighs, she heard a throaty chuckle.

But just as Razkar had done, Ayatah pushed her body away from him before she reached that pinnacle of pleasure. She would not allow herself to enjoy orgasm without him - she was kind like that. But all that effort had not gone to waste; which was somewhat obvious from her bedraggled, almost-frenzied appearance. A state of absolute lust had overcome the half-Eypharian, and she wanted only one thing.

So she locked her arms around his neck, pulling her lover closer and leading him back down to the ground with her kisses. Just as his body hovered over hers, Ayatah stopped, smirked and bought her lips to his ear, with one simple request ”Fuck me.”

Fortunately, he seemed more than happy to oblige.

|| Ayatah's speech || Ayatah's thoughts || Others' speech ||

[Razkar]

She always bought out the beast in him when she got like this. Razkar supposed they goaded on the lust in each other, neither one backing down, feeding and growing their own passions almost in contest with each other.

Getting hotter. More ragged. More frenzied. And enjoying every minute of it.

Two words. That was all it took for whatever restraint he had left to vanish.

With a growl that as savage even my Myrian standards Razkar clapped his hands under her arse and held here there, him on his knees and upright, her laying back just over the ground, back arched-

-and filled her with one thrust, throwing his own head back as he did.

An inarticulate moan poured from her lips and Razkar felt a smile bloom on his face, made of teeth and purring ego. He ground himself deeper into her, relishing every pulse of her core against his shaft, withdrew... and then slammed into her again.

Her back arched like a bow but he held her steady. Goddess, he loved her light she was. It made it so much easier to toy with her body, control it in a way he never could outside of sex. She bucked and tightened against him, ankles locked at the small of his back to anchor her, but he didn't let go, didn't let her escape-

Again... and again... and again...

The bonfire threw shadows over the two figures as they crashed against each other over and over, sweat soon slathering both until it was running off them both. Gasping, panting, Razkar freed one hand when her back arched again to run it across her flat stomach, between her breasts, toying idly with her nipple and sliding his other hand to her back-

-jerking her towards to press his lips to her breasts, sucking, kissing, nipping with his teeth-

-relishing every shudder of mingled pain and pleasure that rushed through her.

Until he finally straightened his knees and let her straddle him proper, hands pinning his back over his head, body twisting and undulating like a snake's, driving him on harder...

He blinked. She was saying that. He was sure of it. Half-grunting, half-gasping, that word over and over.

Razkar gripped her sides and bent his knees under her, giving him some leverage-

-held her steady and lowered her over and over on his cock as his pelvis thrust upwards, until she finally let go of his hands and her body fell back, mouth open slack and gasping, eyes rolled to their whites.

Razkar grinned. A hunter and a killer born, he knew his opportune moment.

He shot a hand to her core and found that hard, trembling slick little button, caressing it until that final, shattering orgasm broke them both apart.