Petching Myrian always seemed to move faster than she thought him able. Originally, she had meant to move them deeper into the maze of goods, but her womanly wiles appeared to be a bit stronger than she had planned for. But, nary a complaint was heard as the woman quickly found her slim wrists manacled by hands as rough as leather and strong as steel.
Any urge to continue the game was engulfed and forgotten by the kiss as she felt herself being consumed by the warm, strong lips of her warrior love. Pale lids fluttered once before succumbing to the might of the kiss and falling closed over eyes that previously taunted him so. A gasp of surprise escaped her lips, drawing fresh breath into their frenzied kiss, as she felt her feet lift from the swaying deck. Though he may have been watching his carefully, she could not guarantee the same. Without thinking she found her seemingly ineffectual teeth latching onto his lower lip or grazing his tongue as it invaded her mouth and retreated after a rigorous spar with her own.
A fire crowned head tilted back in ecstasy, only to knock against the crate that was stacked upon a slightly larger crate with her. It was, after all, a very narrow ledge. She shied instinctively away from the sharp pain and dull throbbing that would ensue, forcing her back to his lips with a vengeance. Instinct seized hold of Edreina as strongly as the Balicani's soul, parting her legs so that their matching anatomy could strive closer together.
With him mentioning it, Edreina belatedly realized how little she liked his own clothing. The kiss broke and Razkar would likely see the flash of teeth in the wan light, followed by a low, lilting chuckle that ended with a hungering growl. That sound was likely as close to sounding like a Myrian as Edreina would ever get. "Please... allow me to do the honors..." By force, if necessary, the plotting woman would extricate herself from her lover's embrace and pad with swaying hips back to the beam of Leth-light that marked their entrance into a hold that would soon make either of them laugh like naughty children any time someone was seen drinking from a water barrel.
"I thought I should leave my clothes in the light... You know... so I can find them later." One's tone of voice often said more than the words themselves and, in this case, if her libidinous intent would quickly become apparent as she started to undress.
It did not take a harlot like Matthew to know what a man would enjoy seeing in the heat of the moment.
Glittering eyes were obscured by cascading waves of molten red as she looked to the floorboards and, with fingers made dextrous through years of practice, untied the knot that held in place the linen about her chest. Normally, tension would do its job and the wrap would unwind quickly of its own accord but, with a well placed hand, Edreina kept that from happening. "I don't want for it to get tangled," she said ever so softly, looking back up at her lover. Maddeningly slowly, she started to wrap the linen about itself, rolling and rolling it about her body. Slowly, they began to swell as tension was released and finally, only a single revolution remained.
A quick shake of the head brought her hair over each shoulder in haphazard waves so that, as the linen finally gave and snapped towards her hand, each pert peak was shadowed from the light of Leth. It was nearly Winter and, if Razkar chose to look closely enough, he would see faint traces of gooseflesh racing across his woman's freckled skin.
There was no pause in the young woman's exhibition of her form and figure; she truly did work at maintaining the ruse that it was all done in innocence. As if any woman could truly be innocent by knowing and exploiting her lover's weakness for that very element. The laces on her pants were undone by one hand as the other rose to brush a few wayward locks behind her ear, exposing slivers of pale golden skin. Slim thumbs hooked into the waistband of her pants and, having left them a bit tighter than normally she would have, Edreina was forced to wiggle her way out of them. Lit so narrowly from above, new shadows were cast over the Svefra, highlighting key anatomical features including, but far from limited to, the gentle, sloping definition of her hard-won midsection.
Assuming Razkar had made it this far without seizing hold of his lover and having his lusty way with her, he would be beckoned over with a crooking finger and, in a silvery laugh, reminded that it was his turn to undress. If he complied, Edreina would find a suitable perch upon one of the nearby barrels and settle in for a show of her own. No matter how many times she was exposed to his gloriously muscled form, it would still be met with a bitten lip and gentle intake of breath.
Any urge to continue the game was engulfed and forgotten by the kiss as she felt herself being consumed by the warm, strong lips of her warrior love. Pale lids fluttered once before succumbing to the might of the kiss and falling closed over eyes that previously taunted him so. A gasp of surprise escaped her lips, drawing fresh breath into their frenzied kiss, as she felt her feet lift from the swaying deck. Though he may have been watching his carefully, she could not guarantee the same. Without thinking she found her seemingly ineffectual teeth latching onto his lower lip or grazing his tongue as it invaded her mouth and retreated after a rigorous spar with her own.
A fire crowned head tilted back in ecstasy, only to knock against the crate that was stacked upon a slightly larger crate with her. It was, after all, a very narrow ledge. She shied instinctively away from the sharp pain and dull throbbing that would ensue, forcing her back to his lips with a vengeance. Instinct seized hold of Edreina as strongly as the Balicani's soul, parting her legs so that their matching anatomy could strive closer together.
With him mentioning it, Edreina belatedly realized how little she liked his own clothing. The kiss broke and Razkar would likely see the flash of teeth in the wan light, followed by a low, lilting chuckle that ended with a hungering growl. That sound was likely as close to sounding like a Myrian as Edreina would ever get. "Please... allow me to do the honors..." By force, if necessary, the plotting woman would extricate herself from her lover's embrace and pad with swaying hips back to the beam of Leth-light that marked their entrance into a hold that would soon make either of them laugh like naughty children any time someone was seen drinking from a water barrel.
"I thought I should leave my clothes in the light... You know... so I can find them later." One's tone of voice often said more than the words themselves and, in this case, if her libidinous intent would quickly become apparent as she started to undress.
It did not take a harlot like Matthew to know what a man would enjoy seeing in the heat of the moment.
Glittering eyes were obscured by cascading waves of molten red as she looked to the floorboards and, with fingers made dextrous through years of practice, untied the knot that held in place the linen about her chest. Normally, tension would do its job and the wrap would unwind quickly of its own accord but, with a well placed hand, Edreina kept that from happening. "I don't want for it to get tangled," she said ever so softly, looking back up at her lover. Maddeningly slowly, she started to wrap the linen about itself, rolling and rolling it about her body. Slowly, they began to swell as tension was released and finally, only a single revolution remained.
A quick shake of the head brought her hair over each shoulder in haphazard waves so that, as the linen finally gave and snapped towards her hand, each pert peak was shadowed from the light of Leth. It was nearly Winter and, if Razkar chose to look closely enough, he would see faint traces of gooseflesh racing across his woman's freckled skin.
There was no pause in the young woman's exhibition of her form and figure; she truly did work at maintaining the ruse that it was all done in innocence. As if any woman could truly be innocent by knowing and exploiting her lover's weakness for that very element. The laces on her pants were undone by one hand as the other rose to brush a few wayward locks behind her ear, exposing slivers of pale golden skin. Slim thumbs hooked into the waistband of her pants and, having left them a bit tighter than normally she would have, Edreina was forced to wiggle her way out of them. Lit so narrowly from above, new shadows were cast over the Svefra, highlighting key anatomical features including, but far from limited to, the gentle, sloping definition of her hard-won midsection.
Assuming Razkar had made it this far without seizing hold of his lover and having his lusty way with her, he would be beckoned over with a crooking finger and, in a silvery laugh, reminded that it was his turn to undress. If he complied, Edreina would find a suitable perch upon one of the nearby barrels and settle in for a show of her own. No matter how many times she was exposed to his gloriously muscled form, it would still be met with a bitten lip and gentle intake of breath.
(c) Wanda Endust