Humanity is Blind to True Power [HK][M]

[Marakai Trin]

Kranath issued a hiss of pleasure, dragging the hand squeezing her rear around her hip and her belly to trace a line to that spot between her legs, fingers rubbing lightly before finding her entrance and delving inside.

Stubborn is good... his mind whispered.

[Medievarad]

A soft moan ensued, followed by the gentle and audible breathing of Salem. I'm glad you approve, she replied, leaning forward to nurse at the slope of his neck.

[Marakai Trin]

The hand on her head moved to tilt her head up towards his, pulling her away from his neck. He leaned forward for a kiss, as his fingers withdrew from her folds to instead rest on her side, pulling her more firmly against him.

Below, his manhood pulsed and throbbed in her hand, ready again even after only a few minutes.

[Medievarad]

She answered the kiss with a gentle brush of her lips against his, eyes sliding closed again. She let out a soft whimper against Kranath's lips as he pulled his fingers out, by now glistening with her anticipation.

Salem broke the kiss to take a deep, shivering breath, glancing down at the member in her hand, with several soft jerks, she placed the tip on her slith and waited for his further movement, resting the top of her head against his shoulder.

[Marakai Trin]

Kranath placed both of his hands on her hips in response, and agonizingly slowly pulled her down atop his length, not moving his hips whatsoever.

When he was fully inside her, he leaned forward to take a nipple between his teeth, biting very gently, and slowly lifted her up and down with only his arms.

[Medievarad]

A breathless gasp left Salem as she was slowly pulled down. Every ridge, nook and cranny, every little vein or irregularity on his member was felt as she moved down. It felt like blissful eternity, increasing with each inch, until she straddled him completely.

Salem rested one hand in the back of his neck, fingers past his hairline, while the other softly gripped at his arm. She started to slowly grind her hips back and forth, letting out the ocassional moan and even whine as she did.

[Marakai Trin]

Kranath hissed out a breath against her breast, pulling away to push his face toward her neck. First, teeth gently drug against her throat, moving up to her jawline. Both of his hands fell to grab her rear, fingers digging lightly into flesh.

He started moving against her, her gyrating combined with the slow vertical movement causing a shudder to run through his body.

[Medievarad]

Her breath hitched softly as the sharp teeth grazed her neck. The soft gyrating of her hips was jarring, a cold, yet delicious shiver crawled up her spine. Salem leaned in to feather kisses ontop of Kranath's head, breathing softly in his hair.

Her previous orgasm caused her to be extremely sensitive, the slow, almost loving, movements were enough to make her climb steadily towards the numbing feeling of bliss. Kranath could easily notice her approaching climax by an increase in her panting and soft moans.

[Marakai Trin]

There was one distinct similarity between a human man and a dragon - after orgasm, a second bout could last so much longer.

Kranath felt the pleasure, but he wasn't even halfway done yet. He heard the various sounds Salem made, and increased the tempo of his movements. One hand  moved up her back, fingertips digging lightly into her flesh, his hold firm.

[Medievarad]

Kranath, she whispered in his mind, the words were light, gentle. And so silent the question arose whether it was her, rather than his imagination.

Being at his mercy now, she ceased the soft kisses on his crown. For the simple reason that she was too distracted by the currents ravaging through every nerve each time he fully pulled her down again. And that speed only picked up, her breathing became more and more laboured. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut as she bit her own lip, teetering on the edge.

[Marakai Trin]

Kranath barely heard his name whispered so lightly into his mind, so quiet he could barely hear it over his own pulse pounding in his ears.

As her eyes shut, his remained open, sharp, red and focused, concentrating on every little muscle twitching and movement in her face. His movements increased in force and speed, the slapping of his hips on her thighs getting louder. His hand moved back down to join the other at her hips, holding her steady.

Let go, Salem... his mind whispered, even as he continually plunged into her.

[Medievarad]

Her hands moved up to both drag to his hair, clawing softly as she moaned out her nearing orgasm. And like that, with Kranath's increasing tempo and force, she finally came with a keening moan. Delicious currents of lightning ripped through her body in form of pure bliss. Salem's muscles tightened, hands clawing at his crown softly and pulling his head down against her chest.

A soft panting came from her as she adjusted her hands to rest on his shoulders and lean back slightly, looking at him with hooded eyes, shivering occasionally.

[Marakai Trin]

Kranath gave a groan as she clenched around his length, the sudden tightening nearly pushing him over the edge as well. He continued pushing up into her, dragging her body down onto him as he did.

His eyes flickered with light as he suddenly lifted her up off of him, spraying ropes of seed on her thighs and upon the ground. His eyes squeezed shut, and slowly he put her back down, his hands coming behind her head to hold her against his chest. His breath came out in heavy exhales, and his heart was pounding.

[Medievarad]

The continued thrusting caused more bliss to lance throughout her body as her orgasm kept being extended. She let out ragged moans and laboured breath, before being finally pulled off. The strings on her thighs and belly felt as if it was molten magma.

She rested against his chest, listening to the heavy throbbing of his heart.

After several minutes, she took a deep breath. We should get washed up and return to the farm, she stated.

[Marakai Trin]

Kranath smirked slightly. Didn't I say that earlier?

He pushed her up off of him slightly, and levelled a stare at her. "And if my coat and clothes have floated down the river, you're sleeping with the cows."

He arched a brow at her, then. "Speaking of which, where are yours? You didn't leave them in the water, too, did you?"

[Medievarad]

Yes, pressing a soft, almost apologetic kiss on his chest, right above his heart. You did. But I think you enjoyed this more, rather than returning.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. Don't you even dare, she retorted, before leaning back and pointing at the one of the rocks closeby. Drying she explained easily.

Then, she looked down in his eyes, falling silent for but a moment. She leaned forward, brushing her lips against his in invitation. She wanted to gauge just how he woul react to the almost kiss as opposed to how he did earlier. By no means could she go for a third time. Salem was positely exhausted now. Still panting evereven so slightly in the aftergrlow.

[Marakai Trin]

Kranath kissed her back, eyes still a little hazy. He supposed he could allow her close now - as if they could get any closer than they'd just been.

After a moment, he pulled away, closing his eyes and focusing on his heartbeat, still trying to calm the pounding in his chest.

Well...let's get cleaned and gather our things. We really should get back.

[Medievarad]

Not as intimate as she had hoped, regardless, it was a start. With a soft sigh, she rested her hands on his shoulders and got to her feet. Every muscle in her body however, made it's protest known. She felt numb all over, still catching her breath.

But, regardless, she made her way over to the creek against and started to wash up again with the ice cold water. Which was only more severe due to the hotness of her body after their romp. With a soft hiss and a surpressed whimper, she washed herself properly, before stepping out again.

[Marakai Trin]

Kranath stood as well, moving with almost feline grace toward the water, all his muscles having rapidly healed what little strain they had endured, his regeneration kicking in with a small puff of black mist escaping his nostrils.

As he moved past Salem, he reached a hand out to her back, fingers trailing lightly across her skin and ending contact at her waist, a small smile curling his lips. He stepped past her to retrieve his clothes, forgotten in the water.

He tossed them on the bank with a grimace, and washed himself off again. He then moved to retrieve his clothes again, wringing as much of the water out as he could before dressing again.

[Medievarad]

Salem, too busy to pay attention to the sound of parting water as Kranath moved up behind her stood up with a jolt, glancing at him with wide eyes. She was quite spooked by the sudden touch. But it seemed the dragon left it at that.

Salem stepped out of the water again, stretching slowly, glancing down at her drenched body. A sigh left her and a roar of flame suddenly traveled over down, drying her off rather effectively.

After that, she started to dress herself again.