Trial by Scales (Mamuro)

[Tinnok]

She watched him, wondering what would happen. Up until this point she had been a perfect little lamb lining up with his every wish, fighting him here and there, but not hard. She saw his eyes turn from amusement to a steely resolution, and he exited the water as well, asking if she was finished like a child telling a tantrum.

And perhaps she was. Once again she was trapped, trapped with him, to procreate with him in hopes of conceiving a child, that would live a terrible, terrible life as she had...most likely. But that depended on if he got her pregnant, and then carrying the child through a term, and birthing it, and returning it to him, all of which spoke of so many ifs and variables that she simply couldn't calculate them.

She smiled at bit at his last sentence though, and the expression had it's own coldness to it. " I apologize for I simply cannot lay and egg and give it to you, but I'm sure in three seasons we can work something out."

Tinnok took one step back. Her pack was already in the corner of a tree root, now she slipped off the loose top, and the undid the string around her waist. Both light garments tossed casually onto the ground, Tinnok worked to undo the bandages she wrapped around her chest, slowly letting them fall in loose coils around her bare and shimmering feet.

Once she was bare as her name day the Myrian slowly began undoing her braids, coiled tightly at the back of her neck. One by one loose curls dripped down her shoulders, down her back and across her chest, rivers of black locks falling around her like a veil. When she was finished her fingers were shaking somewhat from the tension. She had never been petched, and the first being that was ding the deed was a Dhani...that had backed her into this corner through cunning and manipulation.

And she had fallen for it all, hook, line, and sinker. But she refused to cry, refused to back out of the deal now for the same reason she had come today. She would be better than a full blooded Dhani, she would not back out, or sneak around. A deal was a deal. She simply wondered if he knew precisely what he was getting into. And then thought about those words for a moment before another smirk alighted upon her features.

Slowly her arms reached out towards Mamuro, beckoning him towards her.

[Kalesserimamoru]

Mamoru wondered if the woman lived to be one hundred would he understand her by then. At one moment she was fiery and full of vest, and the next she appeared somber and maybe even submissive. She enjoyed his touch, she pulled away, she wanted to stay, then she couldn't get away fast enough. He watched this change in wonderment, curious when the next cycle change would come and what her responses would be then.


Or, had something happened and he had gotten through to her? Made a point, or struck some invisible cord? Or had she taken him up on his last words and wanted to be done with it? He smiled as he looked at her, one way or the other, he would enjoy this day.


"I would like that Tinnok. Desspite what you may think of me and my plansss. Of my people and our way of life, I do except you for what you are and the way you are. The quesstion isss, can you except me? Becausse I would hate for thisss to turn ssour now after we've come sso far."


He stared at her as she took a step back, and he took two forward. There were so many ways that their union could go wrong, and so many ways that it could turn out for the better. They both knew the risk and what stigmas came with what they were about to do, and yet they were there, willing..sort of. At least for Mamoru it was so.


And the show beginsss


The trickster looked on as she started to undress in front of him. Piece by piece her garments fell, reveling more and more of her bronzed flesh. It was a somewhat elegantly sensual display by the half breed, something he would expect from full blooded Dhani. During his time away, Mamoru had never really imagined what it would be like when he claimed his prize, but as the anticipation mounted, he saw nothing but a good time in store for him.


Mamoru grew a smirk of his own once she was completely nude, and instead of nodding or speaking his like of her body, he simply flicked his tongue and wet his lips. What a treat thisss will be.. It was his turn now, and while he couldn't put on such an titillating performance as she had, he would do his best.


His fingers traced the trim in his robes before he opened them, removing one shoulder at a time, until the cloth rolled off his body and settled at his feet. With his bare chest exposed, he easily kicked off his sandals and moved his hands to the rim of his pants, which he pulled them down and stepped out.


There was a satisfied smile upon his lips, but to say whether it was because of his vanity for his own physique, or the lust that he had for Tinnok's was hard to say. With her arms raised, beckoning him onward, the trickster didn't pause and stepped forward, quickly collecting her into his arms.


Mamoru stared into her eyes searching for that desire that she once had when he was about to take her against the tree. His fingers moved across and down her arms, caressing her soft, warm flesh. Eyes still looking into hers, Mamoru pulled her against him and kissed her deeply.


It was time..

[Tinnok]

Well there are certainly worse ways to seal a deal. She thought to herself as he pupils studied his body, just a pale as hers was tan. Despite his relative anger, she saw that flicker of desire return to his eyes just as quickly, and felt something akin to that rise up unbidden in her chest. Both bare, both prepared for the events to come in one way or another. His form was almost feline, muscles wiry, not bulging, like she assumed a Dhani would look in human form, and couple with his raven hair and yellow eyes, he looked much like a panther taken human form. Unbidden, Tinnok felt her mouth open a little bit in anticipation of him, and in answer she saw him pull his tongue across his lips, causing her to smile softly.

Despite all of it, she was surprised by how swiftly his arms were wrapped around her, cool lips pressing against hers. She let her mouth open somewhat, absorbing the kiss and returning one of her own. She was still unsure of what was right and wrong in such intimate affairs, but something about the way his body seemed to fit smoothly against hers gave her confidence in what was about to unfold.

Fingers of her right hand slid through his glossy black hair, her free one holding onto his neck, maintaining the first kiss for a long intense moment, before pulling away. Her eyes glittered, as if that time on their first meeting was rising up in her again. It was impossible for her to settle her roiling emotions in that one instant. A lifetime of hating Dhani only to be thoroughly seduced by one who seemed to just want her for other plans was a bit too much for her brain to unravel in one go, and it had been trying for a season. But she was done arguing. Like he had said earlier, she had had her chance to flee and she hadn't taken it. Some part of her wanted this, even if she was loathe to admit it...and getting less loathed by the tick as his smooth body slid against her.

A complete novice when it came to the act of love, Tinnok decided in this realm at least, she could surrender her will to the Dhani. Her hips pressed against his invitingly, both hands trailing up to caress his face gently as she pulled him in for another kiss, this one a bit more hungry than before. She delighted in how cool his body was in the warmth of the jungle, and unlike their first meeting...she sincerely hoped that nothing was going to interrupt them.

[Kalesserimamoru]

It was said that people waited a life time for things, waited ages for that which was worth waiting for. For some waiting a life time for love, for a mate was worth the try. But, was this what the Dhani and half breed had? Was there some kind of relationship forming between them, one that wasn't about mistrust or anger? Were they simply mating, or was it possible that the two would take something more from it? Only time would tell..


The first kiss was deep and he breathed in as he tasted her lips, recalling their tenderness from a season ago. He held her lips with his, a tugging pull as if he intended on swallowing them as well as her head afterwards. Her body was so warm, smooth, with soft skin even with the muscular undertone that was built from living life as a hunter. His arms wrapped tighter around her, drawing in her heat, so desperate to have it all.


With her small hands roaming through his hair, their kiss intense and longing, Mamoru felt her with his hands, pawing at the flesh in her back and lower. He released the kiss, but not entirely at first, not until his tongue slipped out and traced the fullness of her lips, before he stole a second short kiss. Finally the look returned in her eyes, that look of desire that he had waited two encounters and a full season to get again.


Kissing her again, Mamoru locked his teeth around her lower lip, biting it. He then allowed his mouth to drag down to her chin where he nipped at her and slipped his head around snake-like as he bit into her neck harder. There was a fire stirring, a heat rising between them, and he craved more. The Dhani could feel his own excitement growing and as he did, he squeezed her rear with both hands, while pressing it against her roughly.


There was desire to be satisfied, something greater than a need to win over, finish a deal, or even just to keep this half breed all for himself. No, he wouldn't allow it to be about something so simple, and the trickster wouldn't be satisfied until he had explored her fully and learned what was at the core of her being, not until she had given herself to him and that which she had bottled up inside. Mamoru held her bared, hands cupping her eager flesh as he lavished them both with his mouth and tongue.


It was all about lust, need, and want, nothing to show of technique or gentleness. Women were still a mystery to him and he would simply try things to see what worked and what didn't. It was as much about his pleasure as it was hers, and he was enjoying the thrill of it all. Moving his hands from her now glistening body, he kissed, bit, and lapped his way down her stomach until his bare knees pressed into the ground. Both hands rose and caressed her thighs before he pushed them apart and pressed his open mouth against her body.


Mamoru released a murmur as he tasted her, and covering her with his lips. His actions weren't gentle nor were they subtle. One hand lifted hooking under her thigh. He drew her closer, and rested her leg across his shoulder, as he drank her with both hands pawing at her rear.

[Tinnok]

There was something quite fulfilling in letting it all go. The worries about the future, the thinking, over thinking, and questioning herself again and again. It didn't so matter why Mamuro was doing the things to her he was, her mouth opening somewhat as he teeth sank into her flesh. All that mattered was they were here, and after what seemed like a small eternity of her lifetime...they were here. Her fingers traced his skin, rather mesmerized with its smoothness and feel, her lips caressing his neck before he dipped down below her reach.

Despite the infamous idea of a Dhani's patience, Tinnok realized that Mamuro was as voracious as she had imagined. A gasp escaped her throat as his lips slid over her body, slowly meandering downward, and causing her head to roll back with a sensation she had never quite been familiar with...

Ecstasy.

Such pleasure a simple touch could do, sending shivers rolling down her spine, raven curls quivering around her shoulders. She suddenly understood why males acted like total animals, and women paraded their sexuality around like prizes to be won. One act of passion and she knew it all, and realized how long it had been, only once before, that someone had awoken such a passion within her, that memory was quashed as Tinnok became eager to make up for lost time.

Her leg over his shoulder, her fingers curled into his hair. With a rough tug on her hold, Tinnok forced Mamuro to look up at her, a strange expression somewhere between awe and excitement hovered on an open mouth. She knelt before him, running a thumb gently over his lips before leaning in for another kiss, her tongue slowly exploring this time. Her hands found themselves pressing against his chest. Finding a bit of resistance as Mamuro leaned forward against her, the half breed growled under her breath and bodily shoved the male Dhani backwards, back hitting the ground. She smiled at this, enjoying the play, and crawled on top of his form, knees on either side of his hip, her mouth crushing his in a passionate attack. Inexperienced, perhaps, but she knew the ideas behind it all.

[Kalesserimamoru]

Mamoru lived a somewhat strict and orderly life. He planned, schemed, problem solved, and thought about the future well in advance of what he wanted to accomplish. For him to take Tinnok in the jungle right beside the glade as he did, was the exactly opposite of that. The meeting had been planned, the act to come as well, but the how, and where wasn't and he loved that. There was something exciting about sharing this with her in the opening, where any Myrian could come along and catch them just as they had the first time.


There was also something rebellious and thrilling about taking one of their own right in the lush, green lands that they claimed to own and do so right under their noises. It didn't matter that the Myrians were disgusted with her, seeing him take her the way no man could take a Myrian female was enough to piss them off, and for him that was worth it. He also imagined that there was at least a few that did want her, but were too afraid to say so in front of others.


Someone..


There had to be at least one, just as there was one Dhani, who despite all else curbed his natural hunger to satisfy a new hunger not yet filled. It was very different being with her, and the warmth that normally signaled a good meal had changed to mean something else. Tinnok was soft, her gasp urging him on to continue his act. Her body felt good in his hands and she tasted amazing, so much that the trickster have to remind himself not to use his teeth at the mount.


Her hands dug into his hair, wrapping into it as she pulled his head up. There was that animal instinct that he had saw before, and her eyes matched his, hungry and excited. Mamoru stared upward at her, his hands still groping her rear roughly as he waited for what she would do next. He stared into her yellow-slitted eyes and met her fiercely when their lips joined again. Their kisses only grew hotter and Mamoru was eager to seek out her tongue and massage it with his own. His hands moved to her thighs and just as he was about to push them further apart, she shoved him down onto his back.


He smiled as she did, simply waiting for her to take charge now. Females were an aggressive gender and Mamoru had no problem with Tinnok taking charge and finding her own pace..for now. With her on top of him, Mamoru relished her passionate attack and didn't wait for an invitation before he slipped his tongue back into her mouth.

[Tinnok]

Now this was something she could get used to. She had no illusions about how temporary her position of power was over the male Dhani, but there was something nice about having the edge on him, height and weight controlling his movements. Like her hands grabbing his groping arms and pinning them to the ground, petch that was distracting. She trailed kisses up his neck, lips finding a sensitive spot upon his ears and tugging roughly with her teeth. She wondered if the Dhani preferred doing this sort of thing in his snake form than human, the thought vaguely tumbling around her mind.

It seemed with snakes the whole act would be much more elegant, like a dance more than this rough play of them both bare and pressing against each other...but perhaps that was why he was so eager to explore this, and her.

And then like Mamuro thought of the anger of Myrians at taking one of their own, half that she might be, Tinnok's mind passed over the idea of how furious her people would be at such a sight. After all that time of calling her a Dhani petcher, Skurak, and every snake related insult they could think, well they were right, and it was in their supposed jungle that she was laying out her body for the ancient enemy, whose form pushed against her own. Murdering her own people, petching Dhani, she had turned into quite the heathen in the fell swoop of barely two seasons. She grinned and yanked Mamuro's lower lip with her teeth, pulling him in for another kiss.

Tinnok's mouth found Mamuro's again, interested to find his tongue warm despite the coolness of his body, another piece of knowledge to store away for a later date. Teeth bit experimentally around his neck, but after a long moment she pulled up, hands still pressed upon his, watching his face, seeing the enjoyment and thrill in his eyes of finally getting his prize. Her tongue ran over her lips, the musk of his mouth still lingering on hers. Slowly she released her clutch on his arms and leaned back, her hips slowly sinking into his, a hot sensation rising in her body and emanating from nether regions.

Her eyes widened a second as she saw Mamuro's face curve into a wicked smile, wondering what precisely he was smiling at, and then a loud scream echoed throughout the canopy as his hips shot forward and he entered her.

Dear Goddess

[Kalesserimamoru]

With Tinnok taking charge, the aggressive female of her nature, Mamoru laid still with his arms pinned down and watched as she did what she pleased with him. He liked it, he found this new side to the half breed much more than interesting and couldn't wait to explore her further, deeper. He felt a slight shiver as she nipped at his ear and neck, positioning his body to press harder into hers to urge her to be rougher, to release the untamed she had inside.


They kissed more, neither hesitating to bite the other, stimulating their nerves and keeping each others body awake and passion burning. He wrestled with her a bit, teasingly, but never putting up a real fight and allowing her to keep him down and under her control. The trickster wondered if she had/ wanted to do this with Myrian males and if this was how she imagined it would be.


The male on the bottom, with her on top showing her dominance and taking him for a ride. It was a curious question he'd like to know, and he also wondered if this side of her that had just broke free was just a part of the act, or had she somehow been awakened by their unusual relationship. The kissing continued and with his hands still pinned, Mamoru could only nip at her neck and shoulder as she did to him, and pressing for her lips every so often.


Mamoru twirled his tongue around her's, even this seemed snake like as the muscle wrapped partially around hers, pulling and stroking before uncoiling to wash her gums and mouth. There seemed to be a pattern to her method, and once he caught on he was able to meet her faster to enjoy the kisses then back to placing marks on her neck and shoulders. The look in her eyes was priceless, and the thought that he was the one to put it there instead of some damned, dirty Myrian male brought a bigger smile to his face.


The trickster's eyes widen and he licked his own lips as she sat up and finally released her grip on his hands. She sank on top of him, the heat between them boiling over as their blood rushed throughout their bodies. It was his turn now to take charge, but he liked her right where she was.


A wicked smile rose upon his lips, hands reaching down to lift her hips as he guided her back down and joined them. A rush came over him, a wave of heat ripping through his body and he started to move. The scream that she released only urged him on as he held her in place, pressing his upper back against the ground to help him balance as his hips rushed to meet hers over and again.

[Tinnok]

The half breed felt herself torn between clutching onto Mamuro as tightly as possible, or leaning as far away as she could. This new sensation that flooded through her body, was utterly indescribable to the virginal Tinnok, but despite the initial pain of entry, the warmth and vigor that then followed sent shivers down her spine.

Her hips rocked in time with Mamuro's thrusts, one hand upon his chest, the other splayed behind her as she sought to keep from falling over with all of the bouncing occurring. Her eyes opened wide, staring up into the greenery of the canopy, suggestive sounds eeking out of her throat unbidden by the pleasure in her nether regions.

She felt a oneness then with the world. She was nothing but an animal, and he as well, their fingers digging into each other's flesh, breath ragged and desperate. She was a creature of Caiyha, and this was an act that was as old as the world, an ancient process of desire and natural causes. She reveled in the heat behind his eyes, knowing that despite the many years afforded to him, that his patience couldn't last, that Mamuro's desire for her had finally collapsed into the tumultuous petching they were now engaged in.

Her body slid up and down, allowing Mamuro to set the pace of their deed. Grabbed by a sudden urge, Tinnok slid her hands around Mamuro's face, drawing him in for an intense kiss, sliding her tongue along his, and shifting her body. Her legs wrapped around the small of his back, and she leaned backwards, pulling him atop her. She had had her fun, but now she sought out the strange comfort of the Dhani's weight atop her, hips grinding into his as she felt him fill her in his entirety.

[Kalesserimamoru]

It was an amazing feeling to experience with her and the trickster enjoyed every tick of it. He moved with her, their body's rolling with the other as the heat melded with the wet, stickiness that was rising between them. Tinnok was hot, soft, and sensual, and as she moved on top of him, he enjoyed watching her and the sounds of pleasure that escaped her lips.


Mamoru followed her eyes, and took in the sight of the glimmering yellow and the fire behind them. Perhaps she didn't believe him, or even care, but he did find her eyes to be uniquely splendid. When he thought of the plans he had for her, what he hoped to accomplish, the Dhani couldn't imagine achieving it with anyone else.


His his fingers dug into her body, tracing lines into her skin, as his hands rose to cup her breasts and massage the pert flesh there to give her more pleasure. He breathed in and out through clinched teeth, pupils dilated as he lost all thought, and gave himself completely to the task of ravishing the woman atop him.


It was an invigorating act, one that nature had decided long before he was ever born. His breath was hot, her moans driving him to do more, and Mamoru answered. He allowed his body to drop dangerously low, colliding with the ground between each thrust, then rising to meet her hips with more vigor.


Mamoru sat up quickly, and wrapped his arms around her as they met for another intense kiss. His tongue wrestled with hers, sliding along the smooth surface as they entangled with the other. It seemed even in this they were fighting for dominance. With him on top now, the trickster flicked his tongue out, lapping against her lips, as he settled into place. He released a hiss of pleasure himself, and with Tinnok holding him firmly inside, he started to thrust into her again, enjoying the slick, smooth, warmth that her body provided.


He looked into her eyes again, seeking to take in each and every emotion, every breath of joy or excitement as he indulged himself inside her. Mamoru kissed at her lips, a shiver rolling in his shoulders, as he turned his head to kiss at her neck and bucking his hips madly in the process.