The Second Date

BACKSTORY!

Alex just asked for permission to court Boudicca, Loki and Ohra have approved. the happy courting duo return to Einar where the scene takes place.

[20:10] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) lay back upon the rock, her face flushed with the success of the trip. She found her rock, and with a small sight eased herself back upon it, relaxing on it's cool surface. She looked up through the trees and searched for the moon, the smile on her face struggling to break through the surface as she listened to the sounds of the swamp around her. "You actually came back" she said, finally, her eyes turning towards him as he stood above her "I thought you might not" her body shifted delicately on the rock as she lost the thread of her words, and perhaps of what to say to him. Her hair fell back against the stone on either side of her like a waterfal of oil, soft and void-black on the mossy green stone "your father... he is Jerrik Stell, isn't he" she was well aquainted with the lands of Treve. She had been kept there before. Her eyes fell to his face, and she paused "I don't mean to pry..." she offered, quietly "If you would rather speak of something else, I understand" Her hand reached out to his,

[20:10] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  wanting suddenly to touch him, and to feel his fingers in hers. that tentitive affection had bloomed more strongly at his question to her father, until now it blazed fully inside of her.

[20:22] Asirra Yue warily enters the town, a place that normally she would steer clear of just like all other animals do... But she doesn't see anyone about and the fish inside just smell soooo good... She slinks up to the hanging fish next to the barrels, sticking to the shadows as much as possible. However, her stealthy approach is in vain as soon as she pounces at one of the fish on the table. She lands on the fish, which then slides off the end of the table, knocking over the spears with fish already on them and causing her to mrowl in surprise.

[20:23] Alexander (jariroyce) it was a personal battle to mount his tarn and make the voyage back to Einar. On one hand, he could have been a conquerer, and earned prestige with her familial clan if he'd stayed and helped hold their ground. On the other... there was the affections of the woman he was slowly learning to love in jeopardy. He rationalized it as such when he accosted her on her perch "Its not your family I love, its you." he'd join her in repose, and lay beside her folding his arms above his head as his body saddled up next to her, a thick heat emanated from every pore as a natural response, his skin agitated in delight just to feel her, yet, his arms crossed over his head and he just laid there pondering, not fondling " I thought I might not... Why did you run? We could have held it... Your family was..." he'd shake his head and stray from those words, instead, he corkscrewed his head to the side, his eyes opened wide as she uttered the creator of his origins "Yes. And what of it? Hes an entirely different man than

[20:23] Alexander (jariroyce):  me... I hope you dont mean to try to fit me into his typology?" He'd not touch her, no not now, he seemed perturbed and unsettled about her flight from her homelands. As much as he wanted to feel her and explore her body, there were more pressing issues.

[20:31] Giani quickly picks herself up and darts off in a random direction to put as much distance between herself and the place where all the noise happened as possible.  In her flight, she runs headlong into the clearing in the center of the village before realizing that there are people there.  Once she does realize it, the young giani skids to a stop and freezes in place.

[20:32] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) heard the crash and sat bold upright on the rock, though after a wary moment she lay back down again, seeing nothing "I am not a fighter, Alex" she said, turning her face to his "I never have been, and with my ribs, I don't know how good I would be in combat. Those lands are strange to me, and aside from my family it's people are strange as well. I probably would have done more harm than good" she paused for a moment, and inhaled slowly "I will never be the best of fighters, indeed, i shall probably often be one of the worst. I count on my families reputation alone to save me, in most cases" she laughed gently "I am my father's baby" she said, finally "His littlest. I do not think he minds that I run when I should fight. Alissa is the one who has all the fighting within her. War left my body long ago" she saw the vague alarm in his face as she uttered the name of his father "I know little of Jerrik" she said, quietly "Once, I was part of a tribe near Treve, and I saw him often" she smiled, carefully "I

[20:32] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  always ran from him. It was Randal who was the terror in my world" she closed her eyes and gathered her thoughts "Your father.... he let me escape once. He could have cut me down or stopped me, but he allowed me to slip away. I am thankful for that" she pushed herself up onto her elbow and looked down at him as he lay on the rock. There was a slight tightening of her eyes from the ribs, but she pushed it away. There had been worse hurts "I did not mean to implicate you by running, I simply...." she pauses, seeing something out of the corner of her eye, in a flash she was up, body arched much like a cat's as she stared at the feline form across the clearing, watching it for a full moment before relaxing again "giani" she said, quietly

[20:49] Alexander (jariroyce) wrinkled his face into an unpleasant scowl just for a moments time, pleading with her, trying to dredge through the raw essence of uncertainty she might have with him "I could have protected you. If this is going to work, you have to trust me to at least do that. It hurts to think that even if you might abandon them... if Einar was ever endangered and it was just myself, that you would choose flight. You have to trust me, Boudicca." that was enough lecturing for now, his aura of suffocating seriousness was offset by the clamor over the way, yet, it wasnt the noise that concerned him most, it was the fidgeting and lightning reaction that she gave, her face, obviously writhing from elevating herself. At once, he'd crunch up in a harmonic motion and paw over the set of ailing ribs with a grimace, instead of allowing her to lay back down, he'd slip his leg up and over her, his serpentine arms snaked around her tummy and clutched together at the center, he'd softly tug her into his lap and offer her the use

[20:49] Alexander (jariroyce):  of his own torso as her pillar of support to hold up her chest "Breath in through the nose and out through the mouth, Dear... And yes, like I said, my father isnt universally cruel. My main concerns tend to stem from the harem he keeps, and from the treatment of everyone else in Gor that isnt.. him. He views everyone as mindless drones meant to bow before the Sun God.. " he'd slip up and reveal that fine bit of info. He was not of the Norse faith, and, as he awaited her response, he made no attempt to play it off because there was the cutest little fuzzball sitting right there across the way, he'd start little cat-calls to it, and try and woo it to come over. "Is that yours, Boudicca? If so... im smitten!"

[20:55] Giani just stands there and stares right back at them for several long moments without so much as blinking her golden eyes, ears perked and alertly forward, the little ball of fluff obviously wary of the two and feral, but not as wild as most creatures of the marsh and forest are--possibly due to the fact that she, like most giani come from domesticated ancestors somewhere down the line.  She finally blinks and tilts her head curiously when they don't move towards her and indeed just settle back down and try to call her over.  After several long moments, she slowly, cautiously approaches them, circling around them slowly in what would be quite an intimidating predatory show if not for the fact that she's barely taller than mid-calf on a person.  Their words don't mean a thing to her, so she pays no heed to them at all, and when she completes her circle, she would stop just out of reach and lean in slightly to try and sniff at the man's hand and see if he has any food in it or something.  After all, she was

[20:55] Giani:  still hungry, she had to abandon her fish before she even got a bite of it in her mad flight away from the ruckus.

[20:59] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) heard him and a smile creased her face for the moment "My grandfather delights in getting me captured, as do my aunts. It is a game for them, a way to gain more chances at combat and glory" she licked her lips and sank gratefully into his lap. Her ribs had felt tremulous and fissured, her reflexed not at quick as she would have liked. She was losing the lightning grace she had borne as a wild woman. "Nobody is universally cruel" she said, breathing in delicate hisses through her teeth until the knots her intestines seemed to tie themselves in receded. As they did she relaxed back against him, her body loosely conforming to the hollows of his chest. "Sun God?" she said, and laughed softly "Oh, yes. I remember now" she thought for a few long moments and then said "I am of the Norse religion. Odin..." she trailed off, finding it hard to explain, the beautiful dreams and the warm feeling that had accompanied each time she died "I know my Father. I know he is real and he listens. Perhaps your Sun God is as

[20:59] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  well. Perhaps they are just different sides of a dice rolled at birth" she smiled slightly, her eyes still carrying traces of pain as the giani came close "Not mine" she said, reaching down to a belt on her wait. From a pouch she withdrew some dried meat, handing it to Alex, if he would have it "give the kitt this" she said, quetly "It is uncommon to see them north of Ushindi. I wonder of it's lost" her unburdoned hand had drifted down to rest, feather light, upon his thigh where the warmth seemed to seep towards her smaller frame.

[21:14] Alexander (jariroyce) soon found wet dabs of dewy nose sauce tattooing his hands with scintillating drops, it was cutely disgusting. Yet, sadly, he wasnt a man who frequented keeping fresh carps in his trousers, he was no fish monger, he was a a warrior. So the cub would have to suffice with the Story Giver's morsel, which he'd gingerly pluck from her hand and appropriate next to the larl's muzzle "They delight in having you captured.. so they can make a sport of trying to win you back? By the Sun God's balls.. id never do that to our children." he'd start to perspire in a panic with that statement, once again, another freudian slip "I mean.. not that were going to have children... like I meant..err.. that if I had them. I would want them to grow up strong... not as toys." he'd suffice by ending that cruel moment of anxiety as she nested into him, the free hand that wasnt feeding the larl straightened two fingers together and touched base over the fibers of flesh over her tender chest, they'd run circles in a kneading massage

[21:14] Alexander (jariroyce):  over the area, not applying enough pressure to pain her, just enough to make her solaced. And to add icing on the cake, he'd crane his head and bestow one suckled kiss on the nape of her neck to relish her salten taste, "I know you are of the Norse! Asatru? Is it? Well, I certainly can respect that. My father cant. But I cant. Thats where he brings you to wits end, in his eyes, you either convert or die. Very draconian man. However... your father seems reasonable. Maybe ill get to know him a bit better soon, yet, the Sun God has yet to forsake me. Im more interested in the man. The paternal man who you call your father. The man I shared words with and who spoke with honor. That one. Im sorry.. its just impossible for me to conceive more than a single God. And much less, a God in a man's Avatar."

[21:14] Alexander (jariroyce): But I can*

[21:21] Giani was a castaway, so to speak.  Her mother was the product of domesticated giani, but was cast off from the litter at birth due to the owner not wanting them.  Then. while pregnant, her mother sensed an impending catastrophe at the Korat trading post--where she lived--and fled onto a roundship headed north.  She survived by hunting the urts in the hold at first, and that lasted her several weeks, but the journey this far north from that far south takes months.  She hid away and saved her energy as long as she could, but when she became too weak to hold herself in her dark hide-away, she slid out and was discovered in quite a sorry state by the oarmaster.  He took pity on her and spent his free time fishing for her and nursing her back to health.  The ship had been headed to Einar anyway, but it fell prey to pirates near Lake Ias.  Her mother gave birth to the litter there, but died shortly after to panthers.  This little giani then fled northward away from the panthers and found herself here.   She gives a

[21:21] Giani:  slightly disgruntled grumble when she finds his hand empty at first, but her eyes lock onto that strip of meat as soon as it is withdrawn, and she hungrily snatches it from his hand, dancing back a few paces to quickly inhale it like she hasn't eaten in days--and she might not have since her mother didn't survive long enough to teach them to hunt.  Then, a moment later, she's back at their side once more, this time much closer and sniffing at the woman's skirt, looking for more meat; she's intelligent enough to realize that she is the one with the food, apparently.

[21:27] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) laughed softly as she watched him feed the morsel to the cat "How sweet. We used to have a giani called panthera in our tribe" she said, watching the small feline form. The grace it imbued, the delicate predatory slink was something she admired greatly about the small animals. The rubbing at her ribs gave her pause, and she arched into it slightly, grimacing, but not asking him to stop. It was relaxing the swelling around the rib, and that was good. It might make it heal more evenly. The kiss to the back of the neck, however, was an unexpected treat, one that send little shivers over her body, hardened her nipples and sent goosebumps crawling down her arm. It was a sensation she had never felt before, and it startled and delighted her. Again the pallid cheeks flushed red and she leaned into him, a soft, delicate form "Your father holds his beliefs most dear" she said, quietly "I could not imagine being so uptight with my ideals. I believe that belief in and of itself can make something true, but I KNOW"

[21:27] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  she put a hand over her heart "I know that Odin is real. How could I doubt when I have seen him and called him my father? When he has spoken to me and claimed me as child?" she felt the old steady beat of her heart 'I am, I am, Iam' it murmured beneath her palm "I don't expect you to believe me. I wouldn;t honestly believe myself, but it is true" she sighed out lightly and laughed "children... I have never had a child of my own, nor never though I would" she left that as it was, thought there was a hopelessness, and pain to her voice when she mentioned children. As the giani scooted nearer, she laughed gently and pulled the pouch containing her Jerky, and opened it with one fumbling hand, into a square of material, with a sizeable heap of flesh in the middle "Eat up" she said to the giani in a surprisingly motherly tone, watching it and seeing it's ribs "you'll need it, little cat" her hand traced small, arbitrary patterns on Jari's thick as she lay against him, fully content with every touch doled upon her

[21:53] Alexander (jariroyce) made an -o- face of genuine surprise as the cub snatched away the offering with such fervor. Equally so, that the poor famished creature didnt lick every molecule of flavor off his fingers. There seemed to be a certain charm to the meek thing, and, the way Boudicca fawned over it as her own offspring. To be sure, Alex was on the more tender realm of virility amongst the ranks of Goreans, yet, even he was leery of all things wild. So, when he'd try and let Giani inherit some of his affections, it would come with sheer apprehension, his muscles tightened underneath Boudicca, thighs nearly vicing her in his lap as he'd stretch over and attempt to lay two fingers on the beast and just ruffle its scalp gingerly "Unfortunately, the closest thing ive had to a pet has been my brothers pet rock... he is a bit.... how should I say.. slow." the jape seemed to light-heartedly ease his tension when she mingled with his touching as well, her trace of the parallel reds and blacks sewn into the fibers of his silken

[21:53] Alexander (jariroyce):  trousers coupled with the exposure to her sweltering pimples that he could feel brewing under her cloth, made a breathy sigh creep over her shoulder, instinctively, his hips jostled like clockwork, to buck her once, the mere friction of the cloth on his groin against her quickly made the mass within get a bit chubby and congeal.. from here, he knew, he had to move now or things would get quickly awkward, so, he'd tell one story of his father as he'd desperately shuffle underneath of her trying to move into a more platonic repose "A man once asked him, "What is it like to be the Ubar of Treve"? The ubar's terse reply, "To be hated, and feared, and know that all the world wishes your death.... a story of who my father is.." his own cheeks sparkled in a flashing red, mixed with pleasure and embarrassment as he continued "Its just... Jerek Steel may act like a God. But, he never claims to be more than a man. For what purpose do you think that the Spear-thruster himself would have raised you... your fighting

[21:53] Alexander (jariroyce):  prowess, as you attest, is lackluster. You arent part of the einherjar... Why. Give me empirical evidence, Boudicca. Why do you cite this grand birthrite? What do you think is your purpose?" awkwardly now sharing a few snickers as he finally managed to saddle up his legs next to her, but not around her, "As for children... nor have I... but.. maybe.... " he'd shrug and instead bring his arm around her shoulder and nestle her head to his chest

[22:03] Giani mrewls happily, her eyes getting big when she sees all that meat getting placed in front of her, and she hardly waits for Boudicca to set it down before she practically pounces on it and starts inhaling the meat quickly and purring.  She finishes it in record time, then stretches and yawns before glancing around again.  She gives a quite growl that really sounds more adorable than anything when he touches her while she is devouring the meat, but other than that, she doesn't seem to pay any attention to him at all.   After that, she hops up lightly into Boudicca's lap--the little kitten only a week or two old so she hardly weighs anything at all--and provided that she doesn't get flung off, she curls  up into a contentedly purring ball of fluff, apparently claiming Boudicca's lap as her new bed.  She gives quiet mrrfs and a few adorably cute little mrewls as Alexander jostles Boudicca and by extension her around, but she stays settled there on her lap.

[22:16] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) watched the giani with a carefulness as she set the food down. Drawn back in by Alex's voice, she laughed softly, feeling how stiff he was, like an iron rod beneath her (no penis joke intended yet). "relax" she advised him, gently, turning in his arms and stroking his bare chest with her nimble fingers "Animals can tell when you are tense, she rolled back onto her back as she felt the cat lightly jump up into her lap. She gently stroked the soft head and fluffy body, scratching behind the ear, on the rump, at the base of the tail, generally all the places where cats went crazy for. Her fingers were soothing and gentile as she cared for the little animal. They were real to her. Solid. All she ever had wanted from life, she had been given in solace of her love for animals. It was not only cloth against his groin, her curves did a remarkable job of grinding against him as he shifted beneath her. Her could probably feel the chastity belt, as he moved, the rods protecting her from any devious suitors. As he

[22:16] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  shifted away she sighed, a breathless exhale of sadness. That closeness was cherished. As he pulled away, however, she saw why he had to do so. The cloth of his pants did not easily hide the length that had developed. As he sat up it mostly dissapeared, but a vivid flush had raced across her face and she hurriedly glanced towards the small fluffball on her skirt. She swaddled it in excess material, making a sort of den for it to rest in as she lightly made soothing murmurs, leting alex arrange himself and tell his story. As he pulled her back into his chest and asked her about Odin, however, she recoiled "My father, Ohra is no god" she said "He is the shroud of Odin, not Odin himself" she paused, licking her lips and thinking "I do not know how much you know of Norse cultuure" she said "But the gods were known to take human lovers and have human children, or hide in human form" she gestured, gently "these God-born bastards reproduced as well, though the blood became thinner and thinner until only whispers

[22:16] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  remained. Ohra has such a whisper" her eyes flicked to Alex and she looked sad "Odin desired my mother enough to possess Ohra and have her at my conception" she said, quietly "But he did not claim me as his own until I was killed" she turned her face away from him, her eyes half-narrowed in grief "My head was literally stomped in by a man as I listened to him rape my friends" her voice was icy, and blew forth from her lips like a fell wind "If you look in my hair, you can see them, faintly. Scars, silver now, from where he destroyed me" she pointed to the side of her head with she scorpion "This.... it was completely concaved" she gently played with the small cat's tail which poked out the small nest she had made it "Odin, he welcomed me into Valhalla. While my body was carried in a coracle back to my tribe, he explained of my lineage. As his daughter, I was granted life again" she looked up to Alex again, and there were tears in her eyes 

[22:18] Story Giver Virago (chytrine): "each time I die, he brings me back. I have no power, no strength of arms. I have only the stories, the sight and the sorrow of being stolen from peace again and again. It is not so much blessing as curse" words failed her and she looked down at the even bones of her hands with a sort of quiet pain. He could examine her head if he liked, she told the truth about the latticework of scars, like webbing over her head.

[22:49] Alexander (jariroyce) attempted to guise the steely husk tenting his trousers by angling up his legs until it sunk enough to trick the eye, it wasnt simply something he'd want her to view. When her fingers glided over the etches of muscle carved into his pecs, individually, they'd convulse and shudder, his chest rose and robbed the atmosphere of a dire needy breath. It was definitely not helping the growing drum of throbbing veins in his lap, and, he'd have to reach for her and claw over her palm as an advisory, and delicately touching his lips to the finger that was so adventurous "Stop... just a bit..." he'd guide her back to her own lap, and place her hand dually with his own on the kitten's back, helping her fluff up the cooing pussy, (Also no pun intended) with tender strokes of his fingers. "He seems tame enough... at least if youre stroking with me, he will maul you first." a toothy, jagged grin waxed up on his lips as he cackled, subsiding as he noticed she'd probably not been laughing with him. A dreary melancholy

[22:49] Alexander (jariroyce):  was readable as his eyes perused her grim pale face, the very story she bestowed was heart-wrenching, to put it lightly. He wanted to throttle her and hold her tight, and gift her solacing touches, yet, his arms felt weakened to the point where he could only stare at her, not budging a move throughout her whole tale. His features showed not pity, but sympathy. And, at her behest, he'd oblige her in experimenting the stories merits. a hand drifted over her head and rifled through sable combs of locks until it reached the pointed epicenter of her focus and he thumbed over the lines of calloused scar tissue. He felt it, he saw it, he heard it from her lips. Yet, his minds eye chose to disbelieve it. He would not allow her evidence to dissuade him from the Sun God, yet, he'd keep that fact to himself. As he brush the back of his palm over her cheek's horizon to wipe away the tears, he'd lie to her, "I believe you... my love. Truly.. Odin must've blessed you if you can tell a tale of such a daunting past and sit

[22:49] Alexander (jariroyce):  before me... speaking candidly. You've shown no evidence that you might be a liar to me in any aspect. As you said last night.. you've not lost your integrity." he'd disclaim that.... he knew she was telling the truth. She always had. But, it must be insanity? He simply was not ready to accept that. And, instead, he vigorously attempt to stray away from the subject, "By the way... tomorrow.. im taking you out of the swamp. I did say I was a journeyman. And, while I know this place bears special meaning for you... i'd like to share your company wherever I go... I may settle here one day.. who knows? But.. just a change of venue would be nice."

[22:54] Giani purrrs deeply and arches lightly into the petting, nuzzling in against it.  She may be a wild animal by definition, but she is still too young to have developed the feral instincts or settled into the dangerous habits of other wild animals yet.  Plus she just gorged herself, so now it is nap time as far as she is concerned, and the lap of the one that fed her seems like as good a place as any, especially considering that she lost her mother very early on in her development, so she's still at the stage that she easily latches onto Boudicca as a protective, perhaps even mother  figure.   Her eyes close and she stretches a bit. squirming some to get comfortable while she enjoys the petting and relaxes and drifts off to sleep.

[23:11] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) felt his fingernails rake across the back of her hand and she sighed, slowly, letting the air gust from her lungs. Her hand reluctantly withdrew from his body, but there was a hunger in her eyes. "I will..... fine...." she said, her fingers trailing little massaging caresses over the cat's fluffy back "I am quite fond of the little giani" she said, softly, hunching over to press a soft kiss to the fluff-ball's head. There was a motherly smile in her face as she did, and her heart was warm, as she saw the little animal. She looked every inch like a mama caring for her child at that moment, with Alex next to her, playing the father role to the lost, sleeping kitty. There was a flicker in his eyes, however, that distracted her, and she smiled wanly as he tried to comfort her. He did not believe her. She could tell, there was the way his eyes searched her face, the confusion in their depths, trying to reconcile who he thought her to be with the evidence she offered him. He would see, she figured, if ever she

[23:11] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  was to be killed again, he would see. "I will come with you" she said, finally "but Einar is my home. I would not be robbed of it forever, for I enjoy the trees and the waters, much as I enjoy this sweet kitten" she paused for a heartbeat and then "I wish to bring her with us" her voice was soft as she stroked the cat "I think she's all alone. If we could... that would be lovely" she turned to Alex, and despite the doubt she saw in his eyes, and despite the rough hand finding the secrets of her scars, she fell in love with his pale face a little more "Alex..." she said, softly, her plump lips caressing his name in a way that was both indefinably sweet and frighteningly sexual. She leaned into him, then, careful not to disturb the kitten, and her hand came up as she tried to kiss him. This kiss was not chaste, but virulent with the wilderness and lust that raved the inside of her seemingly-placid form. This was the kiss of a woman, a kiss of fire and intensity, like a bolt from the heart of flames delivered

[23:11] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  directly to cool upon his mouth.

[23:43] Alexander (jariroyce) the joints of his chaste treatment of her kept him shackled in a position most uncomfortable. On one hand, there was the desire to simply cave in and have at her and mingle in the very natural sense. But, he'd felt the locket of brass and wiring stowing away her treasures, who held the key? It was anyones guess. The carnal flares sobered enough each time she'd allow him to clutch her and prod her. His own stare was hotter than asators, "Just for now.... love." he'd ease back against her shoulder to shoulder, in a paternal way, he'd shed some envious jealous for the cat, nearly an an oedipal way, he'd crave the affections, yet, of course, would coat her with a couple more brushes of his palm. Before raising his caress to not disturb the felines respite "We can take her with us. However, im sure she will need to be taught.... proper house manners. Else shes going to make your quaint shack here quite.. err.. smelly." he wouldnt go into details, it would spoil the moment to speak of animal's defecation

[23:43] Alexander (jariroyce):  habits. "Thank you.. Im glad..." he'd pause for a moment, thoughtfully looking back up from giani to her "You can bring the cat of course... but I think..." he'd have no more words as her face drew inwards each passing ihn, it was like time slowed down the moment a needy gifting of his name was murmured. It was petrifying in the right way, like a gargoyle he sat upon the mount, her lips would have connected with ice and stagnant flesh when she bridged the gap. But, when reality set in, the very taste dancing over his lips in a piquant zest, he'd feel once more, the carnivorous virility in him urged him, and, he fought back, taking the precautions of making sure his leg didnt knock off giani as he straddled over her, arched his hips upwards to keep them elevated above the cat, and began to bludgeon his lips along hers in a ravenous way, his hands mounted the base of the rock over her shoulders as he canted just a bit and traced the tip of his tongue over the point of entry into her own lips, probing inward,

[23:43] Alexander (jariroyce):  yet, stopped at the pearly whites, and breathlessly lifted "Boudicca.. I think I want to stay here with you... and be with you."

[00:07] Story Giver Virago (chytrine) laughed "Doubtful she could do worse than it already is" she said, gently scooping the cat off of her lap. She pulled off one of the threadbare shirts she wore and made a nest on the ground for the cat, next to the rock "I sleep outside" her eyes were dancing with slight amusement as she felt his hands trail over her flesh. Her now-bare shoulders gleamed slightly in the moonlight. She would reclaim the shirt in the morning from the cat, and wash it, if need be. It was not until the kiss, however, that she really lost herself. As he sank down atop her she arched into him. Her legs parted just enough to allow his hips to settle against her. Her arms reached up and wrapped around his shoulder, slathering her tightly to him, and locking her body into his in one of those intense and passionate ways. She knew it would not lead to sex, could not, without Rainbow and Loki forking over their halves of the keys for the belt, yet she wanted, more than anything to feel her skin against his, to shed the oppressive

[00:07] Story Giver Virago (chytrine):  clothing and live as she did in the woods, naked, wild, and free to a certain extent. As she felt his tongue, she groaned slightly and let out a slow exhale, her entire frame trembling beneath him. There was a vitality to her, now, something longing in the forbidden. Her thick hair fell in waves about her face as she stared up at him, reproach, love, desire and joy mingling in her gaze "I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed, And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. I think I made you up inside my head" it was a poem her father had told her, and she relished in it, and in the slow, moist churning that seemed to infect her lower stomach. "Stay with me..." she said, again, after he spoke "don't leave.... I do not want you to leave..." she paused, and then slowly leaned in and placed another kiss to his mouth. A true plea.

[00:26] Alexander (jariroyce) as soon as the cat was abandoned, he'd compact the bareness of his carapace atop her, one arm made a limb column to support himself from letting gravity have him outirght, he too knew the slightest stimuli to the area would wrack her with pain, so, he'd continually,dart inward and outward, to cause friction between their forms, chest to breast, while the other hand fooled itself with her subtle nuances she displayed in her body language and pinched the brim of her skirt, hiking it up into upheaval until his talons could vice around a lone bare thigh, it'd clutch and knead hungrily, ever-drawing inward towards the epicenter of her pleasure, until, it was halted by a barrier. one he'd curse with every fiber of passion within him, his hairs cascaded downwards like a golden waterfall, the tendrils would have been ticklish as he dropped for a second helping od her lips, suckling her once more before his panicked breaths made him endure the disphoria of abstinence "You've seen my poems... they are far less

[00:26] Alexander (jariroyce):  articulate and far more raunchy.. All I know is that I want you... Boudicca. I wont forsake you. And I assure you..." he'd consolidate right then and there, as he fell back down and planked beside her, his fingers spooling coils of her hair "This isnt one of Loki's tricks. Im very real. I make no grand claims to be a son of Odin... but, I would love to be your companion.. one day."