Closed [The Tent City] Group Lessons

[Edreina]

"No fear. No sad. Me and you. Not Matthew. Like all times..."

A tender gasp left her lips as their bare skin met, two perfect parts so close to being linked and yet so painfully far. A central throb echoed through her body and was answered by a gentle shifting of her hips, and then another, and another until a gentle rhythm was found. Her people were a culture dictated by passion and whims. Petching was pleasure - the greatest pleasure given by the gods to their children - and anything that delayed it had always been seen as a nuisance to Edreina, the Svefra whose rocking ship was now more frequently a wooden bed shared with her lover.

Teeth caught hold of his neck for only an instant as she growled quietly, hips arching in a manner far more persuasive. They were so close, her breath hitched in anticipation each time they neared one another, body tensing to receive the spark of pleasure that ignited a flame of the same. Each time, though, she was left wanting and it wore on her resolve - what little she possessed to begin with, in any case.

"Always... fast... you..."

Her laugh echoed his for his words were too true to even attempt a denial. Their smiles were real, unlike the flirtatious smirks the Harlot likely gave his customers, and thus Edreina's endured even as she found her lips otherwise occupied. He moaned and chills rose across her freckled skin; her face split in a grin an instant before she kissed him a bit harder, pleasured by the fact he took pleasure in something as simple as her body. A high sound entirely out of place in the ever so serious moment came as the Svefra giggled, feeling herself be hauled onto her side like some sort of toy.

The most extraordinary thing about Razkar's journey was that their eyes never left one another's. Passion stoked and incited passion as their eyes danced, each begging and daring and challenging the other. He did not have to ask her to adjust the spread of her legs for him, nor force her to do as he bid, only find himself so perfectly placed with her glistening womanhood bared to the chilly air and the assault of a warm mouth. Pale limbs tensed the instant that the two sensations mingled, and her breath came as sharply as the Myrian's blade.

It was so strangely erotic, the site of a man giving pleasure instead of merely demanding it. Long ago, she had been told that men were not wired as women were, to gain pleasure from giving it to another. It was a truth she had grown with and now, each time Razkar caused that idea to crumble, her lust was lit anew.

One hand caught the sheets and the other the hair of her lover as her fingers trailed through the midnight locks, tensing with the rest of her body when he did something right which was, thank every god ever, so very frequently. Full hips rolled and a freckled backarched lightly, gently guiding his motions at times. This gift would not be repaid with behavior Edreina liked to call "Starfishing"; named such after the tendency of some women to lay on their back and simply take what was given. The little - among her kin - woman enhanced her own pleasure with each motion, setting her own limbs trembling as the cannibal feasted.

A sharper moan bounded off of the walls as she felt her body tensing. Something inside her was so close to shattering and, by the gods, she wanted it. But, no. No, not yet.

Gasping sharply, she sat upright in a single motion. "Not... Yet..." She gasped, hair mussed into resembling a flame even more definitively by the writhing of her body. "Your turn, my love..." Full lips twitched as she smirked at him, scooting backwards on the bed and crooking her fingers so that he would follow.

In an action that betrayed both the strength and agility of a woman so willowy, Edreina turned about so that she was facing Razkar's... feet. On hands and knees, she moved over him until she could spring her trap. With knees on either side of his head, the Myrians feast was so close he could surely feel it on his tongue. However, two knees upon his shoulders stopped him from claiming his prize. In that same moment, her hands fell upon his hips, rooting those in place as well.

Slowly she leaned in, lips brushing across the very tip, so tantalizingly close. And then, she turned to Matthew, small smirk still in place. "Figured I might as well show you all I've got so your review can be... proper. Unlike my love, feel free to give me pointers as I work..." A wink was the last he saw of two dancing blue orbs as they were shortly veiled by thick locks. Now that they had settled into a groove and lost themselves together, she was not bothered by the presence of the Harlot - continually capitalized because she thought him to be the epitome of what a man of pleasure should be.

A little pink tongue darted out, flicking the barest tip as if in warning for, once warned, any warrior was all the more aware of all that went on. She hoped to set his skin tingling as her breath danced over him, drawing out the wait for his pleasure as he had done to her. Finally, full lips seized him and took the length to its midway point before retreating, suckling gently as she repeated the motion. Every few times, she would tilt her head to one side or the other, hoping to stimulate his entirety as her hips swayed just above his own lips. Just as he had chimes earlier, the swirling and stroking of her tongue only added to his torment.

Any remarks or advice given by the Harlot would be taken without comment as she was entirely endeavored towards accomplishing her task.

If the Myrian complained, her ministrations would cease and her hands would bite at his thighs, demanding his obedience. When Edreina was in control, she liked to indulge in it. Afterwards, she would sometimes wonder if Razkar enjoyed or loathed it.

Almost instantly afterwards, she would remember that he is a Myrian. His culture had probably led him to utterly adore a woman in charge of both his pain and his pleasure.

[Matthew]

The shivers through her aura were no doubt ones of pleasure. It tasted of honey and yellow happiness, of gold holiness and purity, a taste that was foreign in Matthew's mouth. The colors practically sang to him, wanting him to indulge in their pleasure as well, to find some sort of pleasure of his own in it. He ignored their cries and focused deeper, taking his time in melding with the aura and understanding it. He would need to remember it and compare it to those who do not have love or intimacy, and see what he could reveal. Perhaps some mysteries could be solved in his wondering mind. Licking his lips to clean the taste, he shifted through the rest of her colors as quickly as he could, noting the different shades and shapes. Nothing in particular stood out to him, but he wasn't exactly skilled. It was hard to focus with her moans and Razkar's noises, so after a little bit more searching he let the Djed fizzle from his mind. Her aura quickly faded, but before it left, he noticed something familar once again. The aura smelled of Hypnotism. Had she learned the art? How interesting. Returning his attention to the actual physical act of sex displayed before him, he lifted a hand to settle his chin on and tapped his lower lip thoughtfully. They weren't bad. They weren't the best in the world, but they didn't fumble around all that much. There didn't seem to be a particularly focused plan to either of their movements, just a blur of heat and pleasure, with plenty of thought to what they could do for the other. However, he did notice that they seemed to be enjoying it fully. They were enjoying it just as much as someone would with a highly skilled prostitute. Perhaps the love was increasing their pleasure? He reached down, scrawling a quick note onto his paper before he returned his attention to Edreina. A wink. Winks are so utterly confusing. They can mean so many things, and apparently everyone but me knows what a particular wink means in a particular situation. She could be flirting, showing off, mischevious, telling me a joke, or trying to tell me some secret with her eyes. Or it could be one of a dozen other things. Winks are silly. The harlot gave her a nod, unblinking and stoic as ever. Perhaps Razkar would be uncomfortable now that he had been reminded of the harlot, or perhaps he would still be lost in his pleasure. Matthew wasn't even aware of his uncomfort, and didn't spare him a single bit. His eyes watched Edreina's work with an attention to detail, and soon his lips opened in that soft accent. "Use one of your hands. While a mouth can apply a good amount of pressure, a hand can provide a different and more intense kind of pressure. You can use it on the lower part of the shaft while you use your mouth on the upper, or you can reach down to his sack and massage. Different sensations all add to the experience. You could even do all three." The harlot suddenly stood, and stepped a few paces to the side, craning his head to get a better angle at the whole scenario. "Your position is good, teasing and tempting. However, there is a better way to keep him captive. Use your teeth. Only the very very edge as you move your way up and down, just the very slightest bit of touch. It'll add another new sensation, and it holds captive the part most males hold dear. Be careful though, as too much teeth will hurt. That is, unless you are tempting him until he can't take it any further and then just reassumes control with his own strength. Because you don't actually have him as pinned as you think you do. If he just rolls his shoulders back, it'll sink your hips and give him plenty of room to lunge his head forward and reach you." Perhaps to the delight of the Myrian, if he was even tuning in to the whole lesson, Matthew had just accidently told him exactly how he could retake the position of power in their little struggle; if he indeed wanted to.

[Razkar]

Razkar had heard of this before: didn't the barbarian's name it after a number? He thought so, but even naked and writhing and observed, he still blushed between her thighs when he remembered what the females back home had called it.

A Feast For Two.

But she was testing him. Ah, Edreina did like to tease and dominate him, that much Razkar understood. She was more like the females of his jungle that she knew in that regard: all about control, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from their males. Just another facet of their social power...

But we're not in Falyndar.

With a low growl he snapped his arms under her thighs, rolled his shoulders to unbalance her and then used the back of his hands to jerk her knees to the sides, spreading her legs, freeing his shoulders-

-and nuzzling at her moist wetness with a victorious grin.

But Razkar was not one to gorge at this particular "feast". As always when he found himself so close to her core, his touch was... almost worshipful. His tongue snaked out and swiped at the glistening, weeping slit; feeling it vibrate and pulsate against it. Pressing his lips to it, he could feel her body tremble and his own member grew more engorged-

-inside her mouth. He groaned around her, into her as she worked her own, skillful tongue around that throbbing length. Goddess, why hadn't they tried this before? They were like hurricanes crashing into each other, feeding off each other, sounds that echoed off canyon walls and grew louder, stronger with each revereration until-

"Gods, must he always fucking ruin it?"

Razkar doubted the human would understand his words, but he spat them in his own tongue regardless. They had a debt to pay after all... or at least Edreina did, and by the dead gods and the living, she would make this up to him. He tried to block out the harlot, ignore his words, his clinical, passionless advice until it was all just white noise-

No. He's good at what he does, you know that. You can learn from this. You learned from being cursed by a god, boy; you can certainly turn this to your advantage.

Funny thing was, the more he listened, and as little as it applied to him (well, things for him to do, anyway), the more he was impressed... and then Matthew's newest student began to put the theory to practice.

"God-dess!"

The last syllable was choked off into something close to a yelp when her soft, small fingers cupped his hairy, sensitive sack. Playing with it. Toying with it. Other hand firm and sliding up and down his length, making him sigh and dine more ravenously on the meal before him, own hands gripping her taut, firm ass possessively, kneading the flesh there until he growled, sending ripples of sound shaking into her core.

"Man knows what he talk."

He managed to grumble the Fratava grudgingly, but had no patience for the harlot's lessons at the moment. Instead he let go with one hand and used to fingers to part her, eyes glowing with feral lust as he saw the quivering button he'd been looking for.

Growling like a tiger at the kill, Razkar pressed his lips to it, and his tongue soon followed.

Power? Real power? To kill, to heal... and to grant this pleasure. The only three worth shyke in this world...

[Edreina]

"Hm..." Managing anymore than a sound appreciative of advice was nigh on impossible with such a mouth full. Edreina had always considered adding her hands to the experience but often worried that it would bee too much sensation, if such a thing were possible. Thumb and first finger made a tight circle against her lips as she moved gently, becoming accustomed to the new tempo. With her hand in the action, her tongue was able to create more complex patters about him. Almost hesitantly, she lifted her other hand from the bed in order to- No... that would not work. A strong stomach she was gifted with, yes, but it was already being taunted and tempted into flexing by the Myrian's ministrations. Next time she was doing it on her own, without his interference, she would make use of both of her hands. This time, though, she had to improvise and it took only a handful (pun intended) of ticks for her mind to be made up.

Two fingers and her thumb were left about him, forcing her further down his length once again. But, her two freed fingers pressed at and massaged his... coin purse. Something about referring to it as a "sack" was far less appealing to Edreina.

At the pressure of his hands, her hips rolled accordingly so that her rear moved against his hands as he gripped and retreated ever so slightly when his grip loosened. As his lips found her center and seized hold, she froze, lips parting their grip on him as a gasp chilled his length. Her fingers trembled as did her legs. With a blank mind, it was certainly hard for her to focus on him but, after a tick she returned to trying. Occasionally, her motions would become ever so erratic as the pace of her mind leapt forward or slowed as she became lost in the sensation. Each time Razkar saw fit to growl-chuckle at one of her reactions, Edreina would twist her head, suction increasing for an instant until he loosed a reaction of his own. Sometimes, as instructed by Matthew, she would end it by gently skimming her relatively ineffectual teeth over the very head before planting a soft kiss or lick upon it. More often than not, his subsequent retaliation would cause her head to loll back and her lips to part in gentle ecstasy.

"Fuck it... No more wait." she growled, rolling off of him forcefully before spinning about, straddling him in an instant. Grinning brightly, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glittered with a fierce sort of passion. With a quick roll of her hips, they were joined and her nails bit into his chest as a sharp cry echoed from her lips an instant before her teeth caught hold of the lower.

Panting faintly as her body adjusted, the Svefra leaned down to kiss her lover, slow and tender. With lips still tangled, her hips started to move, first rolling back and then forward so that their gasp of pleasure tumbled together into a single soft sound in the air. Breaking the kiss, she sat up once more, taking his hands and placing them on her hips as they started to weave, creating patterns within patterns. Her powerful legs tensed fractionally, allowing her to rise and fall in a single, liquid motion while her hips still gyrated patiently. Yet another rhythm emerged as these actions were bound together by the tune of her pleasure, creating a dance as old as the earth itself.

"Matthew..." she whispered, "please tell me if there is anything I can do better... for him..." The faintest of smiles ghosted across her lips as she looked down upon the man she loved, fingers tracing over his chest as she moved. Slowly, her pace would grow more insistent and, under the Harlot's tutelage, her motions more refined. Her words, if not her actions, should have been telling of what intimacy was on a level that transcended the joining of two parts. It was all up to him to decipher it; all she had to do was live as she always had.

[Matthew]

Goodness, they were in a hurry. He supposed he understood. There were both eager to please, both eager to be pleased. There was nothing wrong with being in a hurry, unlike what some believed. There was a time to be passionate and slow, and there was a time to be fast and frenzied. Nodding at Edreina's question, the harlot readily answered. "Take control and show off." Matthew gave the two of them one last piercing stare, blue eyes flitting over their sweaty forms. The more passionate they seemed to become, the more distant and apathetic the harlot seemed to become. For every increase in heat, there was only a drop in tempature for their icy audience. He did continue to give advice though, sharing his skill the best that he could. "If the woman is on top, that puts her in control. You are the one who controls the pace, as your weight keeps his hips down. He could, of course, lift your hips and drive upwards with his own strength, but it will wear him out quickly. This allows you to control tempo and pace, but usually, that in itself is what the man considers sexy. His hands are free to roam, your entire front is a show for him, and so on. Simply show off, let him see what is his, and use the position to its advantage. It is not meant to be adjusted for his pleasure. It is meant so you can use his shaft for your pleasure. Do that, make sure he sees it, and that in itself will be the most arousing thing you can do from there. Don't worry too much about his own pleasure. Sometimes, the most pleasurable thing can be watching the other please themselves." Moving to his seat, Matthew slowly sat down, crossing one leg over the other and setting his chin in his hand once more. He watched, eyes glancing here and there, but his attention mostly focused on the papers on his lap. He was slow and smooth with the strokes of the quill, taking his time and making sure that his notes could easily be read. Even if he wasn't good at writing, the task was oddly theraputic. It calmed him down, centered his mind. He even began to hum to himself, soft and slow under his breath, making sure that it was at a volume that the two frenzied lovers couldn't hear. He briefly wondered if he should leave and give them some privacy. At the same time, he felt it was best that he experience the whole thing. Nodding to himself, he made a few final strokes of the quill and then glanced back up, chewing on his lower lip. He really looked the part of a professor, with the glasses perched on his nose and that studious look on his handsome face. Randomly, they were briefly interrupted by the sound of a few giggles at the door. Someone was listening in. It would obviously be a tempting idea, especially after seeing a petching Myrian and Svefra purchase a Human male to share. Just as quickly as the giggles had popped up, Matthew reacted. "Faster. Harder!" His voice leaked out, drowning out the giggles in a sudden and erotic groan, his voice taking on a completely different tone. He sounded exactly like he was having sex, with the pleasure and primal passion obvious in his husky tone. His facial expression didn't even flinch for a moment though, Matthew continuing to watch as if nothing had happened in the first place. Any hesitant glances in his direction would receive a dismissive wave. Carry on, his eyes said. He was just putting on a show to make sure their "encounter" seemed genuine. His mind briefly wandered back to Edreina and Razkar's aura, particular interested in the darkness staining Razkar's, and the contrasting gold brilliance in Edreina's. He didn't understand the things he saw, only making him wonder that much more.

[Razkar]

"Faster. Harder!"

"I don't need to be told, boy!"

But at least it was advice that Razkar could gab hold of, and speaking of which-

-the Myrian gripped those jerking, rolling hips and gritted his teeth, bracing himself for the cruel, unwanted cessation of her touch against him... and he in her. Matthew's words, lessons and advice were muffled by everything now, least of all his own heart roaring in his ears.

Least of all. Her gasps, his own growls, the sound of wet flesh sliding over wet flesh... everything was heightened now, wrapped around her and the room. Matthew's piercing gaze had even faded to as much import as the paintings on the wall: pointless background, nothing more.

Which was not to say the Myrian was not listening. He just thought differently.

With a quick rolling motion she was under him and fierce black eyes wee pinning her as sure as the hands around her wrist. But Razkar was far too aroused and incensed to just lay on top of her like the client of some backroom whore. The blood and scratches on his chest were testament to her desire and her knowledge of him both.

War was all to Myrians. Violence on behalf of Blessed Myri. It permeated everything in their worlds, and sex was no exception.

"Fight well in bed, female," he growled, grunting lightly as he cupped her ass and pulled her onto his length again, kneeling on the bed, her body almost horizontal against the mattress, "But not all one..."

His hips rolled forwards much as hers had - much as Matthew had suggested, in fact - only now, he was the one in command. Rearing back and supporting her bottom half, he thrust slowly into her over and over, strong arms ably keeping her in position-

-enough that he was able to spare a hand that slide across her flat stomach and full breasts, the very touch of her hard, pert nipples enough to send another shock of lightning through his hardness and issue a growl worthy of a tiger from his throat.

"Mine... Mine-"

Goddess, even his gnosis, designed to aid Myri's Children in war, seemed alive as he braced a hand at the small of her back and pushed her upright, streamers of flaming hair fanning out around them both like the hood of a cobra and he crushed a bruising kiss against her lips, sucking and tasting and kneading her...

... as his hand snaked between them slowly, grasped her around the throat. Her eyes flashed dark and scorching, like the rocks at the bottom of a volcano, pleasure and pain mashed together as he squeezed... just enough...

"Mine."

Sex and violence. To a Myrian, they were almost indistinguishable, and all the while the two rose and fell against each other like hammer and anvil, roles ever-changing between the two...

[Edreina]

Her world tilted in a fraction of an instant and possessor quickly became possessee. The sensation Razkar's roll created was enough to bring a brief whimper of pleasure bubbling up from Edreina's lips. She wanted- No. She needed more. Grinning at the sight of him atop her, she leaned in to lay her lips upon his jaw ever so gently, savoring the moment. But, as usual, it was not enough. More fervently, her lips moved down his neck and then to his chest. Something animal seized her and a little pink tongue darted out to wipe a bead of blood from one of the marks on his chest.

Any further plans were snatched away as Razkar's growling brought her back into the moment instead of the swirling sea that was her lust. Her rear met his hips again and she coo'ed her pleasure, a blush rising to her cheeks as she arched her body, rolling herself against him gleefully. The way they moved together in synchronization was perfection at its most primal, its most pleasurable.

"Mine... Mine-"

Edreina whimpered faintly at his words, body tensing as an abrupt wave of pleasure seized her. Something about the tone in his voice, perhaps even moreso than the words themselves made her feel utterly... owned. It was wondrously erotic. Her slim figured shuddered against his, stomach flexing as she followed his whims, raising herself upright so that she was once again atop him. But, even then, she has as much power as she had beneath him; he made that abundantly clear as he pulled her into a swell of a kiss. It washed over her and consumed her with the ferocity of an ocean wave, threatening to topple her sense of self control.

And then, it was lost entirely as he took it from her. His hand firmly about her throat brought the Svefra to heel like any well-trained animal. Any thoughts of taking control of the situation again were subdued as she was lost to the pleasure of being subject to the whims of the man she loved. She trusted him, completely and in every way. He could have ended her life if he so chose, of that she had no doubt.

In a way, it felt like he was challenging her, daring her to make another move against him. She wanted so badly to pin him to the bed again and prove that he could be used solely for her pleasure as easily as she could be tossed about for his. Across thick, swollen lips her tongue danced for an instant as she prepared to speak, to growl right back at him; Myrian really was a tongue suited to passion.

He silenced her with the faintest of squeezes and a single word:

"Mine."

After a tick of silence and stillness, Edreina nodded faintly, blue eyes upon the black pools of her lover. Something in her soul settled as he firmly took control of the situation. There would be no struggling and shifting of power between them; some balance had been struck. She was his, and he was hers. Trembling faintly, Edreina lifted her chin, baring her pale throat to him. As close as they were, he kneeling atop the bed and she perched on him so precariously, bodies and limbs entertwined into one sharply breathing organism.

Gently, with her eyes never leaving his, she extricated herself from his embrace. It physically hurt her to be without him, without the satisfaction and sense of wholeness that accompanied their joining, but it would be only for a moment. Her blue gaze fell from his only as she turned to face the wall, rolling onto her stomach. Breath trembled as she rose to her knees and elbows, maidenhood bared to the chilly air and his gaze. The trust in her eyes was nearly palpable as she turned to glance over her raised rump, whispering, "I am yours..."

To most, this gesture would be another common one associated with sex. But, to Edreina, having a man behind her meant more than simply laying with any man. When facing away from him, on her stomach, there was little she could do to stop him or protect herself if things went awry. But, she trusted Razkar. She loved him, too.

[Matthew]

Matthew made the slightest of noises, nothing that the two lovers would hopefully be able to hear. He shifted his position slowly, unfolding the leg on top and putting it to the floor, then hopping the other leg up to fold. He focused on the paper in his lap, making a few slow strokes with the tip of his quill, careful and precise with the motions. Even if he wasn't that good at writing, it was still somewhat theraputic for him. He made a few humming noises under his breath and then set the quill back in the inkwell, letting it soak in the ink as he studied the words he had written. He read them over and over again, blue eyes moving slowly over the paper. Reading was something else that brought a certain type of peace to his soul, but it needed work as well. The noises of the two lovers faded for him, and he merely mulled over what he had inscribed. Almost every single bit of writing was a note on something they could improve on. He had left out things they did well, assuming they would understand that they did them well if he didn't bring them up. Sadly, his notes were missing anything of real use to him. He had come to a conclusion about intimacy, about this love. It wasn't something he could process at the moment. He understood it, he felt he understood it well. It was classified with other emotions, just another product of the brain. That didn't make it any less real, it just made it something that he had yet to experience. He might not ever experience it. The thought didn't sadden him, really. There were a lot of emotional displays that he thought he would never experience, so had found peace in simply observing them. He was pretty sure he had never experienced it, at least. He had certainly acted as if he was experiencing it, for the sake of the customers who wished it of him. Facial expressions, tones of voice, everything could be acted out. The physical expressions of intimacy could be faked in the moment, and they would likely fool the target. False love usually came to light over an extended period of time, or at least so he thought. It would make sense. Part of intimacy was a deep heartfelt trust and love, something that slowly developed. While it could be faked, it would be hard to fake day in and day out. Real love came naturally, unless Razkar and Edreina were particularly good actors. This was all a very logical view of love. He wasn't a romantic. He didn't think he was. It was sometimes hard to judge himself, for sometimes the things that he experienced confused him. They were so distant and uncommon that he often didn't even know what they were when they decided to flare. Emotions, such fickle things. Sometimes he wanted to be totally rid of them, like he had discussed with Razkar in the past. They were a frustrating noise inside of him, a maddening buzz. Sometimes he wanted to find out why he was like this, and see if there was a way to rediscover what had been lost. Perhaps one day. The harlot returned his attention to the two lovers, blinking a few times as he refocused his attentions. How would he act, if he was in either one of their places? He had recently found that his minor Intelligence skills were sometimes handy when combined with his seduction knowledge. He could analyze and then apply, except application was quite sexual in nature. Take Edreina, for instance. A study of her habits and desires in this whole carnal act had revealed a certain amount of information about her and her lusts. Should he speak up? He had already spoken up a few times and Razkar didn't seem to take too kindly to it. Edreina enjoyed advice in the moment, Razkar would rather hear it afterwards. The harlot looked as if he was going to say something for a moment, then he swallowed it. There was no point in spouting off advice in the middle of the session if it wouldn't be put to use at that moment. He'd save it for the review. Should he give them grades? He doubted Razkar even knew what a grade was. He wasn't sure if Edreina did either.

[Razkar]

"I am yours..."

The sheer, simple submission of the female was enough to send a fresh wave of blood pumping into Razkar's hardness. Myrian women in bed were, well... not like the other races of the world. They were dominant there as in everywhere else in their culture, and rare was the female that allowed a man to take her in the style of tigers.

Edreina knew that; Razkar had told her as much. So to offering herself to him so - panting, sweating, glistening - was as much an aphrodisiac as anything else, and...

... and yet...

The male reached, slowly... and stroked her thighs... feeling her muscles tighten under her taut flesh, feeling his own ripple and growl like dogs hungry to be unleashed. He gripped her thighs and pulled her onto him, a slow, delicious impalement... but not with the grunting fury she was expecting.

"Not tonight..." He whispered in his own tongue, making it sound almost lyrical as he lowered to his side and did the same to her, both of them now on their side, the male behind the female. "Something different..."

Matthew wanted to know about intimacy. Fine. Razkar would show him.

He throbbed inside her and gasped against her neck, swift blast of heat blowing in her hair, his chest pressed to her back. A long, hard wall of warm muscle that seemed to enfold around her as he reached around to cup her breasts... kiss at her neck until she finally turned her head-

-captured her lips as he undulated upward and deeper into her again, one leg cocked and knee vertical so he could have more control as his body flowed and ebbed against hers. A rhythm developed between them, bodies pressed together even as Razkar thrust and withdrew.

He wanted the contact. The touch and feel of her. The heat of her skin and its softness as his hands explored her; the full, ripe feel of her breasts and her pert nipples. The male felt overwhelmed as he kissed her, their bodies starting to flow together, gasping against her lips, feeling-

The male gritted his teeth as he felt his balls tighten, that unmistakable pressure building in them, spreading to his member, undeniable as it trembled across his pelvis.

"I love you."

He managed to rasp before his passion spiraled out of control, tweaking a nipple between his fingers one last time before he buried his face and lips into her neck and growled his climax into her like a rutting wolf.

[Edreina]

OOCI just read my last post and -facepalms- that is the last time I write something while that sleep-deprived. xD

For all his snarling hunger, Razkar's gentleness in their joining sent waves and ripples of pleasure dancing torturously slowly through her body. His hands on her thighs peaked her senses, making her womanhood tingle in anticipation of what was to come. Instead of forcing himself into her with the un-fettered fury of unbridled lust, she was granted the joy of feeling each savory inch slide into her throbbing core. Her gasp echoed his low growl and her hair tangled with his as her back arched and her chin lifted sharply.

"Not tonight... Something different..."

There was something to be said about even a non-erotic motion when two bodies were joined. Laughter was one of Edreina favorites; there was nothing like the euphoria that came with shared laughter. Fear of being parted from him caused the redhead to respond quickly to the Myrian's motions. There was a question in her eyes as they lay upon their sides, coupled like a matching pair of spoons.

Their bodies throbbed in unison, his gasp was met with a new tension in her body as her fingers curled about the sheets, body rolling to press closer against him. A faint smile appeared on her lips as her eyes drifted shut, mesmerized by the gentle motions of his rough hands upon her breasts. His lips on her neck were not enough.

And that was where true intimacy came from. When two souls wanted so badly to be a single entity in a single vessel that they could not keep their lips nor their hands nor even their tangling legs parted. Petching was one thing; it was physical pleasure, the satisfaction of an itch. Making love was another; it satisfied the needs of the soul and the body. When petching, two would seek to avoid knowing one another any way other than physically; eyes would avert and lips would be offered in gently pursed kisses. When two made love, they sought to know one another in every possible way; their eyes would lock as they waited for that spark to tell them they did something right, and that primal joy that came with the dialation of pupils as one's pleasure grew. The lips of lovers lingered together, even after the kiss was ended; their breath mingled even as the taste of one another fled their tongues.

Each time Razkar moved to withdraw from his lover, her body reacted instinctually, clenching and tightening around him as if to trap him or draw him back in. Moans of pleasure with each thrusts became whimpers of longing each time he left her even fractionally. Her leg rose and hooked over his bent knee, parting her legs further and stretching her hips so that he could feel and fill her more fully, more completely. Gentle rolls originated in her chest, moved across her flat stomach, and then rocked her hips so that each of his motions reached a different stage of hers, creating an entirely new sensation.

The kissing truly made it better. Edreina could taste his passion and each growl or moan of his flowed into her. It allowed her to feel his teeth press together abruptly and his lips tighten as he tried to last just a moment longer, to prolong their pleasure. It was futile though, she knew; once one approached the cliff, the ground was quick to fall from beneath them. It never took long for the other to throw themselves from the same cliff, chasing their descent and echoing their cries as they fell into that pool of post-coital pleasure.

"I love you."

Well. The Myrian certainly knew how to turn the gentle tightening just below her navel into a harsh, undeniable pressure begging for release. And it ound such release the moment she felt Razkar's teeth brush her neck as he pressed his face close, body stilling and member twitching faintly within her as warmth flooded her system. Something primal and innately female found ultimate pleasure in satisfying her male and it brought her body to its peak. The slim Svefra's muscular frame tensed with his, lips parting in silent ecstasy as her body throbbed around him, womanhood spasming as warmth filled it.

When all was said and done, Edreina found herself curled up on her side, Razkar wrapped around her, breath slow and eyes faintly glazed. Her fingers moved over his arms, gently caressing the musculature there. Almost belatedly, Edreina looked over to Matthew and smiled languorously. She had very nearly forgotten that he was there. "Hate to ruin your high," she whispered to Razkar, rolling to kiss him gently, "but it's time that the harlot grades our performances." Sick though it was, Edreina hoped that she had done better in Matthew's eyes than Razkar had; she had to beat him at something.

Smiling and trying to unruffle her hair to some degree, she swung her legs off of the edge of the bed. Gloriously and carelessly bare, she cocked her head and motioned for Matthew to begin speaking, ready to listen intently to his conclusions. If he had any questions, they would be answered honestly; any criticism would be taken in stride and applied in the very near future.