Closed [Sacred Arch Hotsprings] Communal Bath Of Justice (Markus)

[Rachel Messer]

"Uh..." Rachel shook her head to get stray golden strands out of her vision, her widened vision as she realized the compromising position she was in, oh by Priskil, Markus must have think of her as an indecent girl who used the excuse of tripping just to throw herself at him, the instructor's lips pursed as her mind went into slight panic, she had to find a feasible explanation for this and why she didn't let go of him, she was afraid if she let go now, her feet wouldn't reach the bottom and she would sink. Awkward silence ensued as Rachel simply looked up at Markus with eyes filled with uncertainty, then after Markus comforted her through touch and soothing words, she managed to stammer, "S-sorr- mmph?!"

Her apology was cut off when Markus tipped her chin and locked their lips together, so surprised by the act, the instructor's body froze as emerald eyes opened as wide as it could... for a couple of ticks, she started to struggle meekly out of trauma, her first kiss was taken by a drunkard who clearly intended to violate her even when she was just a child, of course it would bear a scar and the instructor developed an instinctual resistance to kisses, especially on the lips. However, this man was a Knight, honorable defender of justice, not some drunkard; she was in Syliras, Fortress City of Peace, not Sunberth; and finally, it was not like she didn't bear the seeds of affection for Markus, all of these combined made the kiss acting as the flowing water that fed these seeds into a blooming flower.

"M...mmh..." Rachel's half-hearted struggle ceased when he held he back of her head, it wasn't like she was going anywhere unless she wanted to risk drowning, the instructor slowly closed her eyes as she hugged him tighter, driven by the need for safety, her lips widened as he deepened the kiss, the grip on her clothes made a slight pang of fear, again driven by trauma, shot to her heart, but it didn't go far before the comforting glow of Priskil washed over the duo. Rachel felt her heart being filled with confidence and courage, all of her doubts slipped away, she was not a nobody anymore, she was a somebody, a competent instructor and expert swordswoman, by all that was right, she deserved a reward for all her struggles.

"M... Markus..." When the finally separated, she would whisper his name, then leaned her forehead on his collarbone once more, due to their position, Rachel could feel her body pressed close against his and on her waist, she could feel something... solid pressing against it, this prompted her to hug him firmer with her legs, "I... uh... it's..." She then looked up at him, a small smile on her wet features, "Okay..."

For a warrior, what greater honor could overpower being loved by a fellow swordsman and Knight? Few, if they ever existed at all, save from being marked by Priskil of course.

[Markus Andres]

The knight felt as the woman who clung to him stiffened in response to his affectionate kiss. A struggle. It disheartened him, almost had him break it early. Let the woman go and forget any romantic notions. The hand that slid to her neck paused, briefly, before continuing. Lingering effect of a goddess power that he did not know effected him had him push through the haze of worry. Had his eyes been open to see hers widened in a traumatic memory he would have broken it early, unfortunately for the instructor, his eyes were closed, did not see the horrible memory he had her revisit. His hand moved to the neck. Deepened the kiss. Felt the struggle end, her arms and legs a little more relaxed around him. Still holding on, even tightening the grip a little as he felt her press her torso against him a little harder. A curl at the edge of his lips before they brushed and pressed against her lips again.

The touch on her clothes, the slightly pull. He felt her reaction. Their bodies so close that they could feel every tremble from the other. The knight realized the mistake. Too soon. Hand laid flat as he felt courage and comfort rise in him again from an unkwown source. The mistake should have worried him. Caused him to panic a little. But no such feelings rose. Instead the opposite. He felt empowered and emboldened. His lips moved across hers. Amazing how this woman could make him tingle with anticipation. Have him overflow with a warm feeling. There would be more to this, he knew it - lips a little less rigid, more animated. As the woman broke their kiss. His eyes opened, unsatisfied. Wanted more of the woman. Feel her lips upon his again. The whisper of his name. Intimate, close. Felt as if the entire world was gone and only they existed. In a pool of warm water with gentle ripples and current under the water. Though she denied him his desire, her head against his collar bone again. Out of reach for his lips. His erection came to mind when she hugged her legs closer to him. Out of fear? Or desire to be closer with him. The knight did not know, but the ego emboldened with courage told him it was the latter. Her head moved from his chest and he looked down at her. The small smile on her lips caused a surge in his stomach. He had feared she had not enjoyed the kiss. The struggle at first, the submission later. Though that small smile had him at ease again. Put a little confidence in the smile he gave in return.

"Only okay?" The left hand by her neck slid through her wet hair, fingers brushed through the blonde as the smile upon his lips widened a little as he teased the beautiful woman clinging to him. "I would have thought myself a better kisser, but apparently it was only okay." He teased again when the smile was interrupted by a slight grimace. It was getting a little bothersome to carry her in this manner. "Could you put your arms on my shoulders instead? Trust me, I have you." His right hand still by her lower back. Pressing against it slightly as he spoke to show her he had her. It would be easier to carry her if her arms moved up there, that was the altruistic and pragmatic side of him. And more importantly to the knight, it would give him a full range of movements with his arms. To find what Rachel liked, where his hands could brush over, touch, pull or rub to make her feel good. It also created a little distance between them, gave her the chance to hang from him a little. Give their torsos a little more mobility. Give him more space to try and seduce the woman. His lips hovering close to Rachel's. Hoping she would go for a kiss, before he would fall for the temptation, again, himself. To seal up the tiny bits of lingering worry that his desire for her was unrequited. To know that she also wanted him in return. For his own desire for the woman only grew by the tick. Something she could feel against her waist.

[Rachel Messer]

"U-uhm... I mean..." Rachel stammered, she meant 'okay' as in 'okay, you may do whatever you wish' not to belittle his ability at kissing. He was a much better kisser than her, Rachel then had the assumption that Markus was just teasing, indirectly asking her to confirm her words and blatantly expressed her permission, how cruel of the Knight. She wouldn't let him have that pleasure, she had her pride as a warrior after all, the instructor figured Markus would understand anyway and simply stayed silent, looking at him with her brighter green eyes.

She answered with shifting her position so both of her arms were wrapping around his shoulders, firmly anchoring her position there. Now with the less awkward position, Rachel could feel her muscles tensed less and didn't run the risk of aching from holding the position for an extended period of time. Now with their torso gaining a small distance, Rachel inhaled as she felt her chest brushing against his, "..." The instructor blushed out of embarrassment, her secondary sexual parts clearly showed her bodily reactions due to them perking in tandem to the press on her waist.

I... It's okay! I can do this, why should I 'not' do this? He's a Knight! I... Her mark eating away at her anxiety and left courage in her heart, Rachel made a resolute mental nod, looking at him with determination, I like him, I want this! It is [b]my decision.[/i] Unlike in the past, she was not forced, she wanted this, she was an adult, she knew what she wanted and by her warrior pride, she would chase after it. This time, when he leaned in, Rachel leaned in as well to close the minuscule distance between their lips, now with all hesitation gone from her body language, Rachel felt his arousal against her, and it only spurred the woman further as she deepened the kiss, her tongue peeking out to request entry, once there, she would poke him here and there, tasting every bit of his mouth.

While they kissed, Rachel would slightly raise her hips to intentionally brush her waist against his manhood, slowly sinking back to brush it in the opposite direction, the instructor would keep the movements and would only stop if he decided to take things further by removing her clothes, which he would do anyway.

[Markus Andres]

Rachel stammered to Markus' teasing words, the woman looked decidedly cute when she were unsure or flustered by his words. The soft features as she would try to explain herself. He could see when she realized he was teasing her, for there was a flicker across her bright green eyes. She did not try to explain herself. Which only widened the confident grin. Markus felt her arms release his torso and he could breathe a little easier, relax his chest a little and the weight off of his ribs was rather pleasant. His right hand held against her back, keeping the woman in place. Keep her safe from splashing into the water once more. Their eyes did not waver from one another as her strong wet arms placed themselves on his shoulders. Wrapping around his neck slightly. Markus immediately felt the extra freedom, the air between them that made for subtler touches. His gaze wavered from hers briefly when he felt the nipples press against his torso and it drew a lustful line across his lips.

The sudden determination he saw upon her face, similar in ways to her face at the start of their spar, surprised him. Enticed him. Drew him in close enough and she caught him. Lips met and brushed against each other. Moving and feeling the eagerness of the woman only made Markus want her even more. Her tongue came out, pressed against his lips, and teeth. He parted his mouth and his own met hers. Rolled around as it tasted her. The kiss was more earnest, active, lustful from her side. Tongue paused and he moaned softly into her mouth as Rachel rose and brushed herself against his manhood. It sent shivers of delight up through his spine. Making it almost unbearable to delay any longer. Lips curled at the edges and with renewed vigour and passion he kissed her again. Her hips lowered and drew another low moan from the knight. A hand moved up her left side, feeling the movements, the warmth of both her and the water. It slipped under her tank top. Brushed against her lower ribs, lightly as it pulled up her a shirt a little. Feeling the warm skin against his hand. Hand cupped her breast, caressing it gently at first and then more firmly as her movements enticed him. The thumb brushed over her sensitive middle of her breast. Drew circles around her intoxicating flesh. He sucked in air, mind lost in a bliss of desire and passion. Other hand tugged at her tank top. Began to pull it off of Rachel.

The wet clothes would stick to her skin as Markus slowly liberated her from the constraints of the fabric. Pulled the piece over her head. Unfortunately it would break their passionate kiss. A brief moment where his dark emerald eyes looked at her, at the now exposed chest. A sultry smirk appeared as the right hand caressed her now exposed breast again. No restricting clothes to annoy him. His lips soon found her exposed neck. Lips brushed across the neck, placed several small kisses along the way, tongue slid out and savoured her flavour. Lips pressed against the neck, sucked upon the skin. The knight paid no mind to the public place they were at, didn't mind they were in the middle of the springs. Courage was in his veins and it dared him to do things he wouldn't have done otherwise. He didn't care they watched. Only if Rachel made them move for a more private place would he move.

[Rachel Messer]

Of course, he would go for her chest, that much was obvious and it didn't surprise the instructor, but by Priskil, the carnal pleasure was truly intoxicating. Rachel couldn't keep her moans from escaping her lips when the Knight tantalizingly rubbed her chest, for the next thing she knew, he had been working to remove her upper clothing, but due to her position, it still clung to her form, just rolled up so her torso was all bare to him, she instinctively helped him by raising her arms so he could pull the cloth completely off.

"Ha..." A low moan escaped her lips as Rachel felt the sensitive skin on her neck being kissed by the Knight, the instructor hugged him tighter as she closed her eyes, desperately trying to fend off the moans due to his caress. The instructor clamped her lips shut as she put her chin on his shoulder, her body squirming and trembling in his embrace. When he was finished, Rachel would open her eyes as a sliver of rational thought forced itself to her mind. While she loved this to continue, they weren't exactly in an appropriate location, they could be seen here... well, no one would dare to mess with a Knight, but still... she was too embarrassed to make love in public.

"M-markus..." Rachel stammered his name then hissed, slowly moving to unlatch her feet from his body, her eyes lingered on the manhood pressed against her waist then looked up again, blushes creeping at her cheeks, "W-we should uh..." It was hard to even form a coherent sentence, Rachel then gestured to a rather secluded spot within the springs with her head, "M-move... somebody might see us here..." She would urge him to move there, when they arrived in the spot where few eyes could look at them, the instructor's hands would trail over his body, his chest, belly, waist, then to his manhood, softly gripping it with her right hand, then as if awed, the blond woman began stroking it, "I-if... if you'd like... you can uh... b-begin..." She gave an indirect permission, the only thing separating Markus from her was her wet underpants.

She could feel it, her core flaring with desire and aching for his touch, the instructor smiled at him as she kissed him passionately, her right hand still working at him, up and down.

[Markus Andres]

The knight loved the sound of Rachel's moans in his ear. The gentle press of her head against his shoulder as his lips pressed against her neck. Fingers rubbed over her sensitive chest. Seemed she had gotten herself under control, or he was not pleasuring her with his touch. Small murmurs of delight could be heard, but did not escape her mouth. Though he body on the other hand told volumes about her. Trembling and squirming against him. Which made him moan as the pressure against his manhood was kept up. The squirms Markus barred his teeth as he pulled back from her neck. He could not wait a moment longer, he needed to have her fully. It had been enough for foreplay. His left hand slid down her back, going for her underpants. Realizing the current position would make their removal next to impossible, unless, of course, he just tore them off. He was at half a mind to simply do that, could always buy her a new pair.

The expression on her face changed as if she realized something. Markus felt her feet unlatch themselves and the pressure against his body lessen as she slid down from him. Markus did not like the implication at first. Only when her reasoning was said did the confidence return as he followed the beautiful blonde woman to a more secluded area. A place of secrecy for the to indulge themselves in their carnal desires. Her hands worked on his body. Touched and brushed and he felt a shiver of delight go over his body. Especially when her hand found his manhood and the grip as she spoke. Gave him permission to begin. Lips pressed against his as he moaned. Her hand stroking him. Distracting him from her kiss. Her desire spurred him into action. Hands sliding down her form, feeling the edges of her breasts before they rubbed down her sides. Found the edges of her underpants, paused briefly before he broke the kiss. To push down the last piece of garment separating the two. Pushed it as far down as he could reach, before a foot rose from the water. Several attempts at hooking his toes around the garments. Before he pushed them down with the foot. Brushing his leg against her inner thigh as he did so.

"Gods you're beautiful." The lust for her body, the carnal pleasure and sweet release it might bring dripped from his lips. They found her neck. Place several quick rough kisses against neck and collar bone. Before he pulled back. Dark Emerald eyes locked on hers. The desire burning brightly in there.

Hands moved up the back of her thighs, stopped below the buttocks. Found a firm grip as he lifted her up from the ground. Dark emerald eyes looked at her. A brief pause to let her hands move to his shoulders or find a different grip. Let her legs move to a better position around his waist. He would lower the beautiful instructor onto him. Feel himself move inside of her - his lips curled at the edges as a moan escaped through the parted lips.

[Rachel Messer]

The instructor winced when she felt Markus' hands going to her waist, she knew what would come next, he would remove the last fabric on her form and began their courting, she didn't mind, she would help him instead. Rachel slowly wiggled her legs to ease Markus' task of undressing her and at last, she lay there all bare in front of the Knight, now they were even and she wouldn't have it any other way. Rachel let out a lustful moan when his leg brushed against her inner thighs and though her eyes didn't look there, Markus' manhood would soon join them together, this filled the instructor with both fear and thrill, though the former was quickly chipped away by the power of Priskil flaring from her right palm once more.

"Unh..." She didn't answer with a intelligible word when Markus complimented her body, she tilted her head to give him full access to her neck, then they made eye contact, by then, both man and woman knew what they were doing and what they wanted, both parties had gave their consent, the only thing to do was to truly enact the beautiful dance of lust. Rachel closed her eyes as his hands grabbed her rump, she took the gesture and moved her hands to wrap around his shoulders, so she could firmly place her waist in front of his, horizontally compared to his.

"K... kah..." The instructor gritted her teeth as she clamped her lips shut, finally feeling the Knight entered her, she tried to keep her voice down, someone might hear them and although Markus seemed not to care, she do care, some form of embarrassment still gnawed at her mind, though it was quickly replaced by lust and desire. Rachel closed her eyes as she focused on the pleasure, her torso pressed close to him and hands wrapped tight around his shoulders, he would let him take the lead, as a Knight should be, until they both exploded in pleasure. For just this moment, Rachel let all of her worries be washed away by the Spring's warm water.

[Markus Andres]

The instructor and the knight became one. He exhaled as the moan came again. The weight of Rachel settled into the palms of his hands as he lowered her onto him. Soft skin. He felt the heat of her body against his own, the warmth of a beautiful woman held in his embrace. Felt the softness and hardness of her muscles and felt how she tensed a little as he entered her body. The closeness drove him on, demanded more of the woman. There was a mixture of a moan and a gasp from the woman. Her hands clamped down on his shoulders harder and he saw her eyes close. Her lips close tight. Felt her softer breasts press against his harder torso. The hard centre rubbing against his skin as he lifted her again. Focus was on every sensation that went through his body, the heat from her, the pressure of her breasts against his chest. The thrusts were gentle and slow as he raised and lowered himself into his lover in the warm water of the springs. Ripples spread from their position, but he only had the beautiful woman in his sights. Could hear the moans in her throat, the murmurs of moans she would not allow to escape her mouth.

Moans the knight wanted to coax forth and hear their moans intertwined as the two lovers were at the moment. Wanted her to give into the passion. The instructor had been the best warrior he had met in recent memory, ever since crossing blades with the woman he had felt a strong lust for the woman. Feel her body pressed against his, the event following their spar had been enduring for the knight. Especially the bath. Seeing her naked frame all in the public bath where he could not make a move without embarrassing them both. The unfulfilled hope and memory of that day had lingered in his mind.

For too long had lust for her chafed him and gone unanswered, but now he had found the release for that pent up lust. Her body rubbed against his, sent a sensation up his spine. Pleasure and passion. Hands brushed across her buttocks, hands found one another and locked under her. Fingers pressing into the skin. Confident he moved beyond the gentle entry, moved quicker, rougher as he made love to the beautiful woman in his arms. Sought to overload her senses with pleasure. He moaned and the large knight trembled in delight. His mouth found her jawline. Lips and teeth nibbed at her skin. Briefly pressed and tasted the delicate skin. Mouth moved to hers, teased as it lingered outside reach, warm breath upon her lips. Her eyes closed, only the touch and warmth told her his lips were close. But he gave in quickly. Lips pressed against hers. His eyes closed. Tongue sought to part her lips. Ease the escape of her moans. The kiss would be quick, rought and all-consuming. Lips moved beyond hers, to the neck. Sucked and licked across the exposed skin. Trying to coax out that loud moan into his mouth. Let her world shrink in to just the two of them and hear her give into the pleasure.

[Rachel Messer]

Rachel tried her hardest to appear firm and strong, to appear confident, to not appear weak. In her mind, moaning and gasping would be considered as weak, she looked so vulnerable... Rachel couldn't take that, especially in front of a man she clashed swords with and respected. However, her little fortress of denial was dented again and again as Markus kept thrusting into her and rubbing their torsos together, destroying the walls bit by bit.

In the back of her mind, the grumpy and cynical part of her, honed by years of living in Sunberth, the part she tried so hard to suppress, jeered at her, mocking her. Someone might think she was but a cheap whore for taking advantage of a Knight's courtesy, selling her body so she could benefit from a powerful figure in Syliras. "..." She wouldn't have any of it, Rachel learned that no matter what you did, someone, somewhere, would deem it wrong, anything you do. The instructor crushed that part of her and focused on the man before her instead, this was love, they weren't having sex, they were making love, and Markus was the one who approached her first and she accepted him, this act was mutual.

"Nnnh..." Rachel gritted her teeth... which was slowly parted as Markus intensified his ministrations, the moans escaping her lips, slow and quiet at first then gradually increasing in volume and frequency. When he kissed her, the dam broke completely as Rachel made a long muffled - due to him blocking her lips - moan filled with pleasure, she allowed his tongue to enter her, when he pulled out, Rachel didn't close it, she shut her eyes and let her voice echoed in the hotsprings.

"S... someone..." She tried to whimper some intelligible words, "M... might... see..." She prayed to Priskil that Markus would understand and be more gentle, though at this point, it was a rather moot request.