Between a Bed and a Hard Place ( Kaie )

[Skyard Underwood]

The day following their initial encounter was a cocktail of passion, pain and pleasure all at the same time. The very first day the pair encountered one another they enjoyed one another sexually, and shared several experiences together. Kaie had gotten to see the fury of an enraged territorial Lion first hand when Skyard struck down an Akalak at the Tavern. Skyard gained a bond-mate, a lover and a best friend all at the same time. She was later carried off to his residence, and they shared a bed for the night following the treatment of his wounds. However, due to the aid of a healer he miraculously recovered, and at his side laid Kaie. Skyard remained in a deep state of slumber; as Lions were known to be primarily nocturnal predators who slept through the entirety of the day. Skyard went to sleep more happy than he had ever been; he slept peacefully. For the first time in multiple years he found someone that he trusted. Kaie was that person, and he gave her everything he had to offer his heart, his soul, and even his life.

Skyard did not reside in the most luxurious setting, and his home was rather simplistic with a single large bed in the center of a lengthy room. The remainder of the home had but a single luxurious couch, a table and several chairs. The walls of his home had all been painted a somewhat darkened color, and although his home was not the most spectacular it certainly did have an incredibly inviting feel. The beautiful floor beneath their feet was composed of a fine wood. The day remained in its adolescent state, and the sound of distant birds as they chirped could be heard. However, they were ignored and practically all sound fell upon the deaf ears of the Lion. He learned to shut out his surroundings quite some time ago whilst he slept. The Kelvic had a dream; a beautiful one and he had not noticed that the dream was not reality.

Skyard visualized himself in a confided space with Kaie; yet to his surprise water began to fill the small and incredibly dark vicinity. The figure he saw could not be identified to the naked eye as Kaie, but he knew it was her it had to be; after all he felt her presence and knew it to be hers. Skyard shivered as his breaths became heavy, deep, and cold. Mist exited his lips each and every time he exhaled, and the cold air rolled off of his tongue as he spoke to her. Inaudible and indistinct were their exchanges of words back and forth; the conversation was silent although the sound of the water as it filled the vicinity had not been. Skyard never experienced a sensation like this one before, and the air around him was both cold and thick. He could hardly breathe, and although the breathing patterns in the dream had no effect on his physical body he could not escape.

The water finally reached his knees, and the pair within the room did not panic in the least bit. In the dream he found that he could not control a single one of his limbs. The only function of his body that he could control was breathing. However, even the simple act of breathing was innate and did not have to be forcefully done. Therefore he knew that he had absolutely no control of the situation that occurred around him and accepted it. He accepted the fact that he would drown, and just as he thought the situation could not possibly become any worse the room around them became even smaller. So small that the pair themselves could hardly fit, and as a result the water rose to unbelievable heights.

Finally the water filled the entirety of the space that the two rested in. The woman across from him that he thought to be Kaie panicked, and all Skyard could do was sit and watch in horror. He saw her kick, and could hear her almost inaudible screams against the walls of the room. Finally the entirety of the room around the pair collapsed, and the Woman disappeared. Skyard although in a state of “sleep” could hear everything around him. He attempted to drown out his surroundings again, but failed and after several more ticks he managed to come to rest again. With the slight movement of his arm he felt Kaie still at his side. He was comfortable, happy and at peace as he rested.

[Kaie]

It was incredible how much one's life could change within a day. Yesterday's events had been confusing, exhilarating, challenging, and exhausting. What was once two had merged into one. No longer was she truly a free woman, a slave to none but her own independence and spontaneity. The unexpected bond forged between herself and her Kelvic companion ensured that, from now on, her actions and choices would always be weighed along with the well-being of another. She would forever be subjected to feel his emotions, share some of the sensations he experienced even if they existed apart from one another. The bond, as Skyard had explained the day before, had potential to be intense enough to kill them both should it find a way to be severed. Yet, despite the glaring perils the bond offered to her body and mind, there were its undeniable benefits.

Skyard had proven he would be a dynamic force in her life, never to part from her side so long as they both lived. He would fulfill whatever role she desired, be whatever it was she needed him to be. Lover. Confidant. Guardian. His repertoire was something just beginning to see light. The more she learned, the more she experienced alongside him, the more she found there was to discover about herself and offer to her new partner. Wherever it was they went from here, wherever it was adventure would seize them, both could take comfort in the fact it would never be alone.

Kaie awoke just as Syna's rays began to filter through the windows of Skyard's room, roused by the comfort of warm flesh pressed to her own. Eyelids blinked open to reveal curious amber hues, which peered up toward sleeping lover to be paired with a gentle smile. The rise and fall of his chest against her cheek was constant and reassuring like a ship resting upon easy tides. She was continuing to chart foreign territory. The Myrian woman was not one that took great pleasure in staying the night, remaining wrapped in the arms of a lover no matter how temporary the fling. Yet there she was, charmed by the simple room characterized most starkly by its two occupants. It was the closest feeling to home she ever hoped to achieve outside of Falyndar.

The Myrian woman let her eyes rest closed for about a chime. With ear pressed to chest where they laid, she could feel the triumphant thumping beat of his heart. It was yet another simple, soothing power her bondmate provided her with his mere presence; a testament to her ability to feel content purely on the basis he did yet exist beside her. The hand upon his chest began to gently trace the shallow trench between his left and right pectorals. She slowly explored the familiar plane of his torso down to the end of his stomach, repeating the trip with with gentle fingertips. Eyes flashed back open to admire the body of her lover. He looked so peaceful in his current state. However, compared to the marathon the two endured the night before, she certainly found she enjoyed him in quite another.

With a mischievous grin, she slipped from her side of the bed to slink deep beneath the covers. Settling herself between his legs, hidden from view, the Myrian hoped the pleasure she had begun to provide him was a teasing enough motivation to return her lover to the waking world.

[Skyard Underwood]

Skyard felt multiple strange sensations although he was in quite a deep sleep. He felt an all too familiar touch; that of his lovers fingertips. He tried his best not to be disturbed from his slumber, but as he felt his lovers touch he was suddenly surprised by yet another sensation. Kaie woke him with a pleasant surprise; her hot oral muscle coiled about his shaft. Skyards eyes snapped open, and an immediate moan exited his lips followed by a series of heavy breaths. He could hardly bring himself to force words from his mouth, but he looked about swiftly only to discover that she buried herself beneath the cover. Skyard parted his lips in order to speak, or rather attempt to.

“W-.well.. good morning to you too M-my.. Love”

He struggled to speak as his right hand instinctively found itself beneath the cover. He felt the silky texture of her hair, and ran his fingers through it before he grasped hold of a decent amount. He continued to breathe heavily as he gently tugged Kaies hare a bit and sat upright. Skyard could hardly even sit upright with the waves of pleasure that coursed through his entire body simultaneously. Yesterday they were practically strangers to one another, and within a few chimes they became far more than strangers. She was his, just as much as he was hers; he accepted the fact that she could very easily end his life at any given time.

Skyard had already accepted that he was to be at her side, and to never leave her. After all any man would dare leave a woman with her talents would have to be insane. Only a fool would fail to realize how valuable she was; she was beautiful, but not to be underestimated. She was gentle, but never to be thought of as weak. She was a warrior, and Skyard respected each and every aspect of her as a whole. He knew that with her at his side he could conquer the world with a single hand so long as she held the other.

Skyard was hardly capable of processing thought whilst she continued to pleasure him. However, the one thing that was on his mind; how would he fight back? He could not allow her to dominate him so easily, and he refused to look weak. An idea sparked in his mind, and he immediately attempted to disregard the fact that she pleasured him as if she had control of his nerves. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and turned her around so that her rear faced his visage. He immediately threw her legs over his cranial structure so that her knees rested upon either side of his head.

Skyard did not bother to hesitate, and he instantly buried his visage in her womanhood. His tongue extended and he violently lashed it about upon her flesh. Whilst he made use of his oral cavity he gave her rear a simultaneous smack with both his hands. He tasted her, and the taste was beyond sweet; Skyard could not help himself. She drove him to the brink of madness in an instant, and now it was his turn to return the favor.

[Kaie]

Life with Sky had only been experienced for one full day. Still, if the previous twenty-four bells had anything to say for their future, there was plenty of promise of adventure in all its various forms. Their lives, now woven as one, would be immune to the horrors of boredom and predictability. Kaie would certainly not fall into such a pace even while they shared a bed. The risk of her spontaneity proved to be a success evidenced by the hardness of his shaft. Her hands reached up to draw fingertips down his abdomen while her mouth and tongue set to work.

Moans. Gasps. These were the sounds elicited from her lover that were more meaningful than any noise or lyrics a skilled bard could provide. Her hands could feel the tensing throughout his body, his subtle struggle against her, and his desire to not lose himself to her all at once. Now that their bond had been formed, the intensity of their intimacy soared. The secondary emotion paired beside her own spelled out the beginnings of lust and satisfaction. She could feel the excitement her own touch brought out of him, and was pleasantly surprised to find the bond allowed it to mirror back to fuel her own desire. His stutter of words and hands through locks of her hair only encouraged the temptress. Yet it was Sky's next move that placed them both in a brave position ripe for reward.

Her breath caught and she was momentarily distracted from her task at hand. So easy would it have been to get lost in the gestures he seized her with, yet she would not allow it to be so. She let the return of pleasure drive her back to attending to his needs. Using one hand now to prop herself up, the other reached below to stimulate the stones beneath his pillar while she returned to action. It was a dangerous place to be, their naked bodies pressed against one another, fully subjected to the lustful whims of the other with little control.

The pleasure experienced was threatening to cut their morning intimacy short, a reality the Myrian woman was unwilling to endure after a solid rest. After a few chimes she removed herself from him completely. The Myrian turned back around to face her lover, tossing the sheets back as she emerged from beneath their depths. The glare she gave her bondmate served to spell out nothing but trouble. Her head dipped again to place kisses teasingly about his thighs. Kaie walked herself forward on her knees as the kissed began finding purchase farther and farther from where she supposed the Kelvic desired them. Her legs tangled with his when she reached his torso, slipping her hands beneath his shoulder blades as she eased her way toward his sternum.

Lost in the intensity of shared emotions and sensations, the Myrian lost herself when she meant to execute a move intended to be clever. In an attempt to rolled him over to reverse who rested upon the mattress, Kaie accidentally managed to send the two off his side of the bed. Her back struck the floor with a dull, hollow thud. Laughter broke from her lips instead of a moan traded for pain rather than pleasure. Yet when she turned her head to lock eyes with her lover again, the feeling she had for him that rose with the sun burned brighter than any rays coming through the windows.

[Skyard Underwood]

Each and every touch she gifted him with made him shutter violently. Skyard experienced several of the emotions Kaie did, and they brought a smile to his visage. She shifted their positions and as she began her journey along his body with kisses several soft moans exited his lips. Skyard was smitten with her, and that only made each and every time that she touched him more special. He valued her, and would always uphold her before anything and anyone else. The moment her tongue and mouth coated his manhood with saliva and she worked away he felt as if he were pinned to the bed they rested upon. However she suddenly surprised him with a complex series of motions as she coiled her legs about his own and just as quickly as her movements began they ended.

Skyard blinked and within a split-tick he found himself atop his lover, and heard a rather audible thud against the ground. She did not seem to acknowledge the pain, and as she locked eyes with him he couldn't help but feel the overwhelming passion from her gaze. Skyard immediately took advantage of the situation that she accidentally created. He felt so much love for her, so much passion, and all at the same time he felt his heart beating so rapidly that he felt as if it would eventually break free from his sternum.

Skyard brought down his cranial structure and began violently kissing away at the womans lips. The first of the series of kisses was simplistic, and nothing more than a peck however all of the kisses that followed were rapid. They only grew in intensity with each and every passing moment and his hot oral muscle extended; he broke the kiss spontaneously and drug his tongue along the length of her windpipe. He immediately grasped a firm hold of both his lovers breasts simultaneously and gave them a slight squeeze. Skyard began to gently caress the woman nipples and coat them in a thin layer of saliva. Before he proceeded to blow on them both gently. His stiff manhood found itself teasing away at her womanhood, and Skyard sat upright again for a moment in order to insert himself.

Skyard exhaled softly, and leaned forward again in order to wrap his arms around her hips. This time he would not fail to uplift her, and he picked her up with ease only to walk forward several steps and pin her against the wall behind her. He began to slowly, steadily thrust away and stir the womans insides. He wanted to ensure that this would be a morning she would never forget, and whilst he chose to stir her insides he sank his teeth into the flesh of her neck. However, unlike normal he began to gently tug the flesh, and suck on it a tad. He felt the heat of her blood as it rose to the surface of the skin and left a small bruise.

This time, Skyard would make her submit; even if it took every bit of the strength in his body. He continued to thrust away slowly as he pulled away from the side of her neck in order to whisper in her ear. He chose a select few words, and did not bother to hesitate “ I love you, Kaie.” He concluded his brief statement and began to nibble on her earlobe.

[Kaie]

The verdict was served. Skyard was in fact an animal. He took advantage of her humorous folly with an excited finesse. Evidence of his affections laid everywhere: upon her lips, along her throat, about her breasts. She could feel readied manhood teasing between her legs, a foreshadowing of what his passion would later lead to. The Myrian woman gave into his advances with soft exhales and audible sighs to encourage his current direction.

A greedy smirk appeared upon her face as her lover lifted her from the floor to brace her against a nearby wall. Kaie's legs wrapped about his hips eagerly. A moan elicited from her lips when he entered her. Her head rested back against the support of the wall, teeth sinking into bottom lip as her lover tended the vulnerable flesh of her neck. Her legs tugged his hips closer to hers and her hands reached up beneath his arms to cup his shoulders. His desire for dominance over her was palpable. Her grin broadened. Could the pair ever just petch without making it into some kind of twisted competition?

"I love you too," Kaie purred softly in his ear. It was ridiculous for an outsider to comprehend the genuineness of her words. She had quite literally just met the man the day before. Yet her truth remained. The love emerging for the lion rivaled those that preceded it. She would not expect another outside their bond to understand. Petch everyone who wasn't them, for all the Myrian cared. "Now shut up... The Myrian's affectionate purr turned to a lustful growl with teeth bared to Skyard's throat. "And petch me." One of her bronze hands wandered up past his neck as she nibbled upon his trapezius muscle, fingers seizing platinum blonde hair as they balled to a fist.

Before his next stroke, the Myrian gave a tug backward on his hair and shove to his chest to encourage separation between their bodies. Her tongue ran along her bottom lip. Her smirk turned crooked as if meant to ask, "is it unnatural for the lion to feel hunted by prey?" Without wasting a tick, the Myrian planted her foot to the man's chest, sending him backward until he found landing upon the surface of the table. A chair was strewn from his wake with a frightful thunk upon floor. Now it was her turn to find herself upon him. Her tongue flicked quickly up along his abdomen as she advanced atop him, low to his body like a predator slinking through tall grass. A dangerous combination of kisses and teeth explored from earlobe to sternum. A hand down below pleasured him all the while until she lost interest.

Then the Myrian woman was straddling atop him, back arched, stare locked upon his as if to remind him only her kind would dare challenge the natural pecking order. Fingers reached down to wrap harmlessly about his throat, giving only the gentlest of squeezes to gesture him to sit upright. Kaie leaned backward as she rode him, bracing herself up with a hand still upon his throat while the other created a base behind her on the table. In a Myrian's world, all was fair in war and love...and both were equally ruthless.

[Skyard Underwood]

Skyard had only just begun to enjoy his dominance over her, and just as quickly as it begun it ended. Her moans only made him more confident in his sexual prowess. However as he looked up again and locked eyes with his lover her expression changed. His strokes became shorter, and yet deeper within her as she wrapped her legs about the circumference of his hips. The moment that she told him she loved him too it drove him mad; he could never love anyone as much as he loved Kaie. Skyard knew in the back of his mind that no matter how many times she would tell him she loved him it would never lose meaning.

Kaie was unparalleled and could not ever be compared to any of the other women that Skyard slept with. However, as he got lost in his train of thought he heard a series of words that he hadn't been prepared for. She told him to shut up and petch her as she nibbled upon his muscle and balled a fist in his hair. She kicked him away and he lost balance. However he realized very swiftly from the look in her eye that this wasn't an aggressive action.

Kaie wanted a turn to dominate him, and he watched each and every one of her motions as he fell backward onto the table. She moved quickly and as her tongue ran along his abdomen and her hand worked away at his incredibly stiff shaft several soft moans exited his lips. The predator felt as if he were her prey during this fine morning. She swiftly straddled him and gave him a bit of soft asphyxiation with her fingers coiled around his throat. She rode him as if he were a wild and untamed horse; her movements were swift and The Lion knew that he had to keep pace.

He did not want to slow down at all, and decided that he would be even more rough with her. He sat upright a bit further and ran his fingertip along the length of her spinal cord starting at the base. As he neared the womans nape he grasped hold of a large amount of her silky hair and gave it a tug backward. Whilst his left hand was used to deliver several smacks to her firm and yet incredibly soft fanny. Each and every time that she bounced he felt as if a cushion struck his thighs and he began to fight back by thrusting back as she rode him.

His left hand swiftly switched positions and he found the entirety of his arm wrapped around her hip as he hammered away at her insides. The pace was so rapid that he could practically hear his manhood as it stirred her insides. He began to work up a slight sweat, and beads began to form across his forehead. Rather than remain in this position for too long because of the fact that he did not want to bore her he swiftly uplifted her again.

However, this time he swiftly removed his manhood only to turn her away from him. He wanted to see everything from another angle, and decided that he wanted her from behind. Therefore The Lion wasted no time in reinserting himself inside her, and he bent his forearms beneath her knees so that her legs would be spread wide open. If she so wished for him to shut up and petch her; he certainly wouldn't deny her request.

[Kaie]

The dominatrix-esque Myrian was pleased to find her lover adjusted to the risen stakes with form and vigor. Even in a moment in which he was quickly put down, Skyard refused to submit so easily. The lowered man served to prove there was still work to be done from below. A firm grip on her hips ensured she remained right where he wanted her. The movement of his own hips rising to meet hers in time with her rhythm drove her mad in all the right ways. It was surprisingly fun to fight this sort of battle with one's lover stiffly planted against oneself. Now that she knew the thrills of the experience, she'd never trade it for another.

Long gone was the tender touch and the gentle stroke of manhood inside her. Morning was never meant for such excitement that belonged strictly to the night. Nonetheless, here they were, bodies hot and breathless with sounds of satisfaction. The unfortunate soul to have heard their love-making might've thought it to be their last moments in this world. Perhaps it was so. In any case, Kaie didn't mind if that nameless stranger learned both their names by the time she'd exhausted her bondmate. Let their titles never die from privy memory.

Obviously neither of the pair could ever make up their minds. After a chime or so of testing the meddle of the table, Skyard thought to change their position once again. Her lover's touch fled from her. It was but a fleeting tick before it returned. This time it came to switch her and spin her around so that her forearms and knees supported her upon the table. He sought to resume their mutual pleasure soon after, taking her from behind without fear. Her body slunk low while her hips remained high, cheek nearly pressed to table. Kaie let the lion revel in his new place for a time, choosing to likewise revel in the new stimulation it provided. The only flaw rested in the inability to lay eyes upon lover.

Kaie twisted her upper body around and stepped outward, the closest arm extending as she did so that she could cup a palm around the nape of his neck. This gestured reversed the pair again, spinning Skyard around until she had forced him roughly down instead to an adjacent chair not yet displaced by their antics. The Myrian woman stood proudly bare before his eyes. Amber glare seemed to nearly lose humanity, replacing it wholly with a lust that must be sated. Matthew taught her once that sex was more than the touch of flesh, but also the feasting of the eyes. Thus, while her lover remained seated, Kaie found herself in a position to indeed offer a viewing to drive him crazy. Hands explored her own body before she chose to approach him, but rather than take him where he sat, she stopped just before him to ensure he was taunted to the end of his limits, just out of reach. An apple to be plucked only with dauntless effort and force of will.

[Skyard Underwood]

Skyard absolutely loved the stimulation he got from taking his lover from behind. It allowed him to see everything he wanted to see and then some; the sounds of their love-making grew increasingly loud. The Lion did not mind it at all though, and in fact he thought the noises only made their touch even more erotic. As she raised her hips upward and lowered her visage to the table she only encouraged him to continue to thrust. Although he had an issue with the fact that he could not look her in the eye. Nothing in the world had been more amazing than gazing into the amber-hue of her eyes. Each and every movement she made only fueled his lust for her, and made him want to give her more. His shaft remained incredibly stiff, and as she twisted her upper body around and forced him down a series of heavy breaths began.

The flesh of his shoulders darkened with a crimson coloration; the excitement she brought him caused his blood to rush toward the surface. Skyard could feel his pulse in his manhood, and as she began to caress her own flesh before him he licked his lips briefly. The ivories of his teeth sank into the flesh of his bottom lip whilst he reveled in her tease. She stood there so proudly, and without hesitation she had no problem showing herself off to her lover. He was incredibly excited to the point of where he was tempted to leap atop of her and take her where she stood. However, she got a bit closer and he expected her to dominate him yet again but when she did not his teeth clenched a bit. Did she just tease a man that she had already engaged in a sexual encounter with?

Skyard felt as if she challenged him to a game; in order to find out who was truly prey, and who would be the predator. Rather than allow her the chance to dominate him so easily he stood up immediately, and grasped hold of her hand in order to guide her backward. His manhood remained erect as he longed to be inside her again with each and every passing tick. His desires were not yet fulfilled, and he wanted to try yet another position. He took it upon himself to sit upon the bed where their journey began. He outstretched himself across the bed and turned over on his side. Skyard rested his cranium atop his palm and his elbow upheld his cranial structure. The Kelvic knew that it was his turn to tease her back just as she did to him, and so he began to drag his right index finger from his chin, past his windpipe, all the way down his abdomen and directly to his shaft.

While he did so he never once lost eye contact with her, and even went as far as to wink at her and lick his lips slowly. Skyard awaited his bond-mates approach and could only hope that she could fairly easily pick up on what he wanted. Even if she could not he was certain that he would enjoy himself either way. There was nowhere that he would rather be than with her right here, and right now.

“Come get it.” Spoke Skyard as he motioned her over with his right index finger.

[Kaie]

It appeared Matthew, as he usually tended to be, had been onto something. Her short show for her lover yielded reaction in both his body and mind. She could feel his desire soar past any plateau she might've thought to exist. Teeth sinking into his lip seemed to be all that tethered him to his chair, a gesture of restraint that wouldn't last for long. This lion would never be tamed.

Skyard surged forth to seize hold of his bondmate once again and lead her back where they had started. He dropped upon the bed first, suggesting a return of taunting favor as his hand trailed low on his own body. Kaie arched a brow at him, amused by his desirable revenge upon her. The Myrian took a moment to admire him, and allow him satisfaction of watching and feeling her lust come to a head. The feeling in her stirred. Then came the words that truly provoked the jungle spirit within. They echoed in her head though she needed no further coaxing.

Come get it.

The Myrian woman knew what her lover wished to gain from her as she pounced back upon him. He would not have it. Instead she took his hands level to his head and pinned them upon the mattress with fingers around his wrists. She took him one last time from the top, releasing her hold on his hands while she dominated him if only to use them to showcase her own figure again. Yet she would not leave the lion without taste of victory. Before either were permitted to finish, Kaie properly executed the roll that had planted them upon the floor earlier. This time she laid beneath him when it was over, eyes still locked to lover's while hips moved in time with his. Her legs shifted to that they were braced up against his shoulders. The position Kaie had placed herself in blatantly looked like one of submission. The expression on her face told a different story.

Skyard gained advantage because she wished it to be so, took leadership over the ending of their morning encounter by her will. The lion Kelvic would work for each of the pleasant affirmations, moans, and cries of his name. The Myrian would reap the benefits, all while enjoying the view of his body and look on his visage when he reached his limits while she smirked beneath him. What a good morning it would certainly be.