Winds of Change [Liooon!] [M]

[Rhindeer]

It was the gentle guiding of Ki'adan's hand on her hip that snapped Jayari out of her shock--a sort of holy shit we're actually doing this this is actually happening oh my gods revelation as she marveled at how he felt inside her, filling her so completely. She moved with his hand, rocking her hips forward experimentally and gasping as he slid within her, stroking new places for the first time, and though it was a little uncomfortable still, it wasn't nearly enough for her to stop--and the more she moved, the more that discomfort faded and the pleasure built.

"Gods, Ki'adan," she breathed, clutching at the hand that played with her breast while her hips rolled against his, awkwardly at first as she grew used to the sensation and and gauged his rhythm before building in confidence, soon matching him. She moved slowly at first, content with that easy pace as she learned his body and marveled at how he moved within her, but as the heat grew between them, so did the urgency--

Which was only helped along when his fingers found her clit.

She cried out, a sound close to a shuddering sob, and began to move in earnest, still clutching his hand in hers as her back arched and her hips rolled, riding him like a stallion. Ever experimental, she played with the rhythm and the motions, alternating between lifting and thrusting down onto him and grinding in circular motions, sussing out what felt best and watching his face through hooded eyes for his reactions even as she panted and whimpered, her body trembling.

"Gods," she cried out, and fell forward against his chest so she could kiss him greedily, her moans muffled by his lips. "You feel like royalty..."

[Lion]

The way she rode him, one might never know she was technically a virgin simply by watching them.  Which Ki'adan admittedly hoped no one was watching them.  That would put a damper on this mood that he wouldn't be able to recover from.  After all, it would seem as if he was the one that had talked Jayari into such tempestuous behavior.  It could mean more than the maiming of his person, it could lead to war.

Ki'adan shook his mind free of such thoughts.  He looked up at her expressions, his own pleasure clearly written in the clenching of his eyes, and the continued roll if his hips beneath her.  He kept his hands along her body, and when she leaned forward, he caught her and turned them over onto thei sides, hiking up her, rolling his hips like a crashing wave, pushing into her with greater boldness.

Pressing his forehead against hers, he unleashed a breathless laugh.  "I'm a wayward son.  YOU are still the princess," he muttered.  "But we don't have to keep quite, gods, like this..."  As hard as he was panting, Ki'adan managed to roll them around again, coaxing her to her knees, and speading her legs just so.  He pulled out to move behind her affixing his cock just at the lips of her sex and sliding within with a pull back on her thighs to sit once more on his lap. This time her back was to him, and he was on his knees, holding her hips to his and rolling once again.

[Rhindeer]

While Jayari knew there were a lot of risks involved here, the possibility of war hadn't occurred to her. She was a lot of things, and thought herself wise and worldly and courageous, but she was still young. She wasn't really aware of the full extent of possible consequences here.

And right then, consequences were the furthest thing from her mind as Ki'adan rolled them to their sides and took her harder, making her yelp and claw at his back, biting his shoulder hard enough to leave a dark mark. It was amazing, the warm sensation of skin against skin, his heart beating rapidly against hers, his sharp breathing, his hips crashing against hers hard enough she could feel her thighs bruising, but that only made her hotter.

"Then...does that  make you...my subject?" Jayari managed to gasp out, once again managing a smug smile that quickly faded when, suddenly, he was rolling her over again, and she found herself on her knees. Her face flushed with heat when she realized, gods, was he going to mount her like a mare? And she'd barely finished the thought when he pulled her into his lap and plunged into her again.

She cried out, leaning against his chest and grasping behind her to hold onto his ass even as she rode him, feeling him stroke her from a new angle that had her squirming as he hit against that sensitive spot his fingers had earlier teased. She trembled and tightened around him, begging him with her body for more as she grabbed for his hands and brought them to her breasts--and then with her words.

"Ki'adan...oh gods, Ki'adan, don't stop..." she sobbed, and when her thighs began to burn she leaned forward, hands pressed to the grass, to give herself leverage as she pushed back against him.

[Lion]

Ki'adan moved without reservation, or thought to consequence.  He was in the moment.  And Jayari was not  Duhjari Princess, or a member ofscreamanyur tribe.  And neither was he the prodigal son of the White Wolf clan.  Here they were just two people enjoying each other in body, mind, and spirit, sharing body heat to stave off the evening chill.  To him, she was simply Jayari.

He leaned over her back, hands holding onto the ground as he pushed deep into her, hitting that spot he favored so, the one that made her scream much as she was doing now.  His own body couldn't hold out much longer, but he didn't dare stop lest she turn around and kill him.  Pushing back on him like she did, allowed for greater range of motion, allowing every stroke, to stoke that growing fire between them.

"Gods, Jayari!" He panted hard, moaning deeply and nearly biting into her back.  Something on the horizon caught his attention.  "What did you say?"

But he heard it again and he looked up.  By moonlight, he could see three figures approaching their position. "J-Jayari," he panted, but he couldn't quite get the words out that they had company.

[Rhindeer]

[I love your phone. xDDD Screamanyur. Ahahahaha!]

Whatever Ki'adan saw, Jayari didn't notice it, because right then all she could focus on was his cock slamming into her again and again, her cries soon turning to screams with her hands clutching the grass and nothing to muffle her sounds. Each thrust drove her closer and closer to the edge, building toward something that promised to steal her breath away, and her muscles worked powerfully as she pushed back to meet him, their skin slapping together with the force of their joining.

Shaking with passion, her arms finally gave out and she fell forward onto her elbows, her spine arched and ass still raised. It felt so lewd, being taken like that, but right then it only excited her more as she sobbed her enjoyment, surprising herself with her own volume.

"I said fuck me!" she cried, tearing grass out in clumps, unaware of the rider that had now picked up their pace to gallop down the hill toward them. "Oh gods, Ki'adan, harder! Ki'adan!"

And it was at that moment, just when she heard the sound of hoof-beats drumming the earth--"Oh fuck!"--that she came with a breathless scream, trembling and clenching hard around his cock.

[Lion]

[Lol.  Sometimes the marker thing jumps around and puts words in weird places. I can't always keep track of where it is. XD]

Ki'adan rolled around off of Jayari just as she came and stared up at the Banyur horseman that abruptly dismounted and took out a dirk from his belt.  "You dare taint the Chieftain's daughter!"  He jammed a knee down into his gut, slamming the breath out of him and pressing the blade hard against his throat.  "I will skin you!"

[Rhindeer]

[It gives me a giggle every time! xDD]

Horrified, Jayari scrambled around as soon as Ki'adan rolled off of her, face pale as she covered herself, but it was a pointless effort. They'd seen. They knew. But clearly they hadn't heard, because they attacked Ki'adan as though he were a brute, and she realized with building horror that they thought he'd assaulted her.

If she claimed he had, she could maintain her innocence. If she defended him, she was just as guilty--and gods knew what that would mean for her. But she wouldn't ever do that to him--couldn't imagine sink so low, not for anyone much more someone she cared about--and when the man held a knife to his throat, she launched herself at him without thinking.

"No, no! Stop!" Jayari cried, grabbing for his arm, but he knocked her away even as another man grabbed her by the arms. She struggled, twisting wildly and even biting him. "Don't touch me!" she shouted. "Release him at once! He tainted no one!"

And then, seeing the men were unconvinced, hardly listening to her, she did the only crazy, panicked thing she could think to do.

"He beat me!" she said, squirming to try to free herself even as her heart felt about to explode. Her cheeks burned even as she said it. "He beat me sparring! Fair and square! We were...we were...consummating that."

[Lion]

Seeing the whites of his eyes was all he needed to feel the primal urge kick in, but any movement would have his neck smiling from ear to ear.  He choked a little and when the man on him turned his head at Jayari's distraction, Ki'adan struck him with the butt of his palm ,slamming it into his nose and turning him over, exchanging the blade when it was dropped.  He bashed his head into the grass, only to be tackled by the third man, who kicked Ki'adan to the ground.

"Be still, aduwal.  You pissant bastard!  The Chieftain will be your judge!  What say you?"

Ki'adan only spit in his face.  "Jayari, be quiet!  Do what you will you son of a bitch!"

[Rhindeer]

If those men thought anything of what she'd said, they didn't show it, and Jayari realized with frustration that they still weren't listening to her. She was the princess! They were supposed to listen! Then again, Ki'adan was given them one hell of a distraction as he got in a few blows before getting taken down again.

He was definitely not helping the situation!

Still, she shut her mouth and stopped her fighting. Not that she had been fighting very hard. It felt awkward to do while she was naked after being caught mid-coitus, and the mortification of that and what it all meant had her freezing up.

With a growl, the man pinning Ki'adan bound his wrists with rope, and jerked him roughly to his feet while the one he'd slugged climbed back upright--and promptly punched Ki'adan hard in the face. "Fucker," he snarled thickly as his nose was clogged with blood.

Yep, that's what he did, Jayari thought, freaked out enough she just felt like laughing. Or crying. Maybe a combination of both, though she didn't cry. That was for children, not warriors, and not leaders. The man holding her finally let her go, and a few moments later came the weight of his coat falling around her shoulders. She drew it closed but kept her head held high and didn't shy from eye contact.

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

As two of the men dragged Ki'adan toward one of their horses, the third took Jayari's arm and lead her toward his. "Are you, uh...okay to ride?" he asked, and Jayari looked up at him incredulously before, cheeks heating, his meaning hit.

"Of course I am!" she snapped, though now that she was pulled out of the moment, she could feel the soreness of her thighs and a slight ache between her legs. Pulling away from him, she marched to his horse and made a show of mounting it herself.

...Though, gods be damned. That was really uncomfortable.

[Lion]

Ki'adan knew his words would not have helped the situation.  But it was more for Jayari's sake than for his. She still deserved her dignity, regardless of what might happen to him.  He was a fool, perhaps, in this endeavor. He would noy however give words to the men that bound him, except, perhaps:

"Can I at least gather my things?  And the deer meat.  Don't let that go to waste."

The one that held him directed the other to gather his clothes and weapons, and the meat was wrapped and taken.  Ki'adan was dragged behind, working to keep up with the horsemen, as they brought them both back to the Banyur camp.

[Rhindeer]

As Ki'adan was lead away, Jayari and her rider made a stop to gather up her own items, and fetch Zala, and Jayari took a moment to dress before insisting she ride her own horse. She was not about to ride back home naked, and she was not about to ride back home on someone else's horse like a wayward child brought home from being naughty--which, was exactly how she felt, and sort of exactly what was happening.

Only the stakes were far more dangerous, and her stomach clenched as it all sank in.

Ki'adan could be seriously punished. He could be maimed or worse. He was son to the chieftain of their rival tribe! Gods. How stupid was she?

And what did this mean for her? If the chieftain's daughter was meant to be chaste until marriage...well...what if she wasn't?

Desperately, she wanted to talk to Ki'adan. She wanted to apologize to him. This was her fault, for she'd flirted and teased and told him she wanted him, all of him, when she should have stopped. He'd made sure she wanted it, said they didn't have to, and she'd still insisted. How could she be such an idiot!

And when, finally, they arrived back home, Ki'adan and his captors just ahead of them, Jayari saw with horror that her father was waiting for them, pacing anxiously--and then going still when his eyes landed on Ki'adan, his eyebrows rising. Then, slowly, they moved to Jayari--disheveled, her hair wet, and...

...Fuck her life.

Boobs painted on her cheeks, and a penis on her neck.

Jayari remembered that as soon as he looked at her and she saw his expression evolve to that "I am so busted forever" expression she was so familiar with, and she ducked her head as though wishing she could just melt into Zala and vanish forever. Oh. My. Gods!

The bloody-nosed man dismounted his horse and bowed low. "We found her, sir," he said. "And we found...him." Then he paused, and cleared his throat. "Together."

[Lion]

Ki'adan had no words for his captors. But he was not given the opportunity to come forth.  Instead, he was pulled by the cord that wrapped his wrists. Ki'adan stumbled forward and crashed down into the dirt, scraping his chin against rock. The blood-nosed lieutenant pulled Ki'adan up by his hair, dragging him to his feet and up to Aharu.  "You will kneel swine!"

"You've dishonored my daughter, Ki'adan.  When you dishonor her, you dishonor my clan!  You'll pay the price for your lust," Aharu growled, but would not deign to touch him.  "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Ki'adan just stared at him until he brought his eyes back to Jayari.  Aharu growled loudly and before Ki'adan knew it, a heel came crashing into his face, knocking him backwards into the dirt.

"You will not look at my daughter!!"

[Rhindeer]

"Father, please!" Jayari yelped when Ki'adan got a kick in the face just for looking at her! She gripped Zala's mane tightly until the mare made a sound of complaint and tossed her head, and she promptly loosened her grip even as tension seized her. "Don't hurt him! It's not his fault, it's...it's not what it looks like! It--!"

"Silence, Jayari!" Aharu snapped, taking her aback completely as the color drained from her face. She'd rarely heard him speak in such a tone--especially not to her. And that tone meant trouble. Deep trouble. "We'll discuss this later."

And then he turned his eyes back onto Ki'adan, eyes cold as winter steel. "Do you know the penalty for such a transgression?"

[Lion]

Ki'adan met those eyes unrelentingly.  "I do.  Do you know the penalty for capturing the son of the Chief of the White Wolf tribe!?"  He spat at Aharu's face and that's when he struck him again.  Ki'adan spat out blood onto the soil and Aharu gestured to the men that captured him.

"Take him to the prisoner's tent!  Now!"

Ki'adan was dragged away, and Aharu turned then to his daughter.  "And I will deal with you now!"

[Rhindeer]

Jayari was still staring after Ki'adan as he was hauled roughly away, heart beating fast in panic and palms sweaty, hands shaky. Fuck. This was all her fault. She shouldn't have...no! This wasn't just her fault, dammit! Ki'adan had come onto her, too! He knew better just as well as she did!

She tried to convince herself of that even as Aharu rounded on her. Swallowing hard, she dismounted Zala and rubbed self-consciously at the boobs on her face that she knew were still there.

Aharu didn't say anything for a while. Instead, he just looked at her until she dropped her eyes, feeling like a child. Finally, he motioned for her to follow him to his yurt.

In which commenced the most awkward, terrible discussion of her young life. Where "discussion" was more "one-sided dressing-down".

---

Later that night, when Jayari was freshly bathed and clean, after undergoing the most mortifying discussion in history and a subsequently mortifying discussion and examination by a midwife, she was left alone in her own yurt, though her sister, Khulan, was staying with her to keep an eye on her--Khulan and her infant, both of whom were dead asleep now. Of course, Jayari couldn't sleep with the anxiety gnawing at her, and soon it was long past midnight, morning but still disgustingly early. Everyone would be asleep.

Hopefully even the guard at Ki'adan's tent. After all, it had been ages since they'd taken prisoners.

Dressing quietly, eyes on the infant the whole while (please don't wake up!), Jayari slipped from her yurt and picked her way quietly through the grounds. There were a few sentries here and there, but she knew their routes and how to avoid them, and soon she reached the little tent on the edge of camp.

Indeed, Ki'adan's guard was dozing, and Jayari threw a rock at his feet to test him. When that only got a grunt, she stole in closer, crept in quietly--and boldly slipped right into the tent.

It was madness. But they needed to talk.

[Lion]

[MADNESS? THESE ARE DUHJARI!]

Ki'adan heard that rock plopping outside, leaving a dull resonance that stirred him from focusing on his pain.  He looked up at the tent flap, face bloodied from where his "guard" had taken the liberty of delivering what he thought about Ki'adan's transgression.  It was a despicable crime, and he'd have hia judgment come dawn.

"Jayari?" he murmured, his whisper barely audible once he saw her. 

[Rhindeer]

[*SANDAL TO THE FACE, RIGHT INTO THE HOLE!*]

Jayari winced visibly when her eyes adjusted enough that she could make out his face--though the smell of blood told her ahead of time that it wouldn't be...good. Gods. He looked worse than he did when he'd been dragged away, and she felt guilt twist her guts into a tight, nauseated knot.

"Fuck," she whispered, and crept closer to him, knowing if they were caught like this it would be beyond bad, but not caring at the moment. She lightly touched his face. "I am so sorry, Ki'adan...I...gods."

[Lion]

Ki'adan looked up at her, well, with what he could through his non-swollen eye.  "Jayari?  What are you doing here!?"

[Rhindeer]

"Lower your voice!" Jayari hissed, and looked toward the tent's opening before looking back to Ki'adan. "I came to see you, of course! Make sure you weren't dead. Apologize, and..."

She took a deep breath. "Maybe try to figure this thing out?"

[Lion]

Ki'adan looked up to Jayari and spat out some of the blood that had been building in his mouth.  "Jayari, say it was my fault.  You deserve your honor.  Of all things, keep that.  So few people in this world have any at all."