Wicked Moon, Wicked Night (M) (Countess!)

[Anonymous]

Bresthra shivered as Hysaeda responded to her kiss. As though they'd done this hundreds of times, their motions were in sync. She didn't understand it, didn't care to think about it... She was too focused on how sweet he was, how warm his mouth was, and how they were moving. There wasn't much thought to the 'how' or the 'why', only the action. Each brush of her tongue along his made her shiver, the act of exploring him had her heart racing.  The warmth that shot through her, that slid up her spine and provoked a shiver, drove her. Encouraged Bresthra, made her feel that this was... well, perfect. The feel of his skin, the kiss... the slow way she laid back and he followed her, neither willing to break the kiss as they situated themselves... Each action made her thrum with want, made her heart drown out all other sounds.

Like she was suddenly alight, Bresthra tingled all over when he finally settled on her. There was a plethora of sensation that went hand in hand with that, the pressure of him on her, the heat of his body soaking in to hers, the feel of his skin on hers... Her mind fumbled and tried to give them all the attention they deserved. But there were limitations. Her focus simply shifted continuously. From his mouth, to the weight of him, then the heat of his skin against hers, and... oh, what was this? Hysaeda's hands slid down her sides and to her pants. Another surprise that made her squirm with pleasure. If there had been any doubt as to whether he wanted her, that maybe she was pushing him, it washed away now. She'd not said anything about the loss of her pants, not that she was complaining! Bresthra arched her back, lifting her hips off the bedroll so he could push them down easier. One of her hands remained along his jaw, loving the feel of the muscles moving there as he kissed her. The other sought a path down his side and to his pants. She shouldn't be the only one losing more clothes. However, she was only committing one hand to the removal, which meant some experimental tugs here and there before she was slowly, but surely, loosening the ties.

[Lion]

Hysaeda, almost literally, burned for her, from within and without.  His flesh itched and throbbed for her contact as he lied on top of her.  The sensation of her mouth on his, the warmth the motions, all prompted thrills to ride along his spine, causing quivers to reverberate through him like a shout echoing in an empty cave.  They were driven b a common want for each other and mutual desire...  No, not want.  This went beyond such a simple concept as want; but so much so as to expand beyond the ideal of want and to delve deeply into the lake of...need.  They had a common need for one another that provided a fortress against questions and worry, against the violent sieges of would-be disruptions and interruptions; nothing could scale these impenetrable, magical walls.

As she arched her back, his efforts to push her pants off became much easier.  He rose with her, supporting himself with a slight incline of his knees and allowing his hand to work the cloth lower until it reached her knees.  From there he pushed the rest off with expert work of his legs, tossing off the unnecessary garment like a whisper in the wind, absent and no longer in mind.  With that gone, he was now focusing back the sensations she evoked in him.  He shuddered again at her touch as one hand slid down his side, electric firecrackers burst in his mind, and even more so when she reached the area where his pants began.  He was speechless but he focused more on the kiss, loving the sensation of her tongue against his.  A groan escaped his throat as she tugged against the laces.  Colors raged in his mind at the feeling of her hand down below and a sigh of relief escaped his nostrils as the pressure down below was able to be released as they came loose.  One by one, the loops were pulled out and with his free hand, he helped her along in pushing them down along his hips.

[Anonymous]

Bresthra was near driven mad by the want for him. Built upon their connection, that sensation she had no name for... the experience had taken on a different rush than ever before. What was it about him? The safety? The comfort? The uncertainty laced with a hope so hot it burned in her chest? Hope for what though? What had he done to her to make her feel so... so... excited, so nervous, so... confused. In such a good way.

Her pants were discarded. Quickly followed by his.

Was in natural for him to want her like this? Was it because he'd never been with someone that he ached for it now, or... or was this because he wanted -her-? Not sex for the pleasure's sake, but sex with her because... because blessed Sharess, Bresthra wanted -him-. And it became so very important that he want her because... because it just was. Bresthra wanted to mean something to him, almost as desperately as she needed his body against hers, as she needed her lips pressed to his, clutching at him.

With his pants gone, Bresthra broke the kiss. She wanted to see, to admire. At least for a moment before they went further. Bresthra's hands brushed down his sides to his hips, her body subconsciously shifting so he would be in the perfect place between her legs. Not yet, even though her body sang with want. Pulsed with it. Bresthra's blood red eyes moved from the exposed skin to his amber red gaze, smiling a little. Almost shyly. She wanted to ask him, wanted to know if he... if he wanted her, or if this was all driven from a carnal stand point. The question was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't... what if the answer wasn't the one she wanted? This would mean something to her. Bresthra told herself that should be enough.

With a tenderness born of the way he made her feel, Bresthra's hands moved from his hips and up his chest, along his neck and down his jaw, using that touch to guide his lips back to hers. With simmering passion, her lips pressed to his again, her tongue wanting to taste and explore again. One of Bresthra's legs locked around his hips, tensing to try and bring him closer. She wanted him, wanted to feel him push into her oh so eager body.

[Lion]

If one dared to look inside his mind, to examine beneath the meticulous scrutiny of a lense, they too would be lost in the rising torrent of confusion and desire.  He didn't quite yet understand what he wanted to gain out of this venture, except that he wanted her.  Hysaeda had never been one to leave things half-finished.  Within him lurked a dedication to that which he felt most connected to, the need to hone his craft, to complete his apprenticeship, to live as he thought best.  And as he wanted Bresthra now, he didn't just want part of her, not just her body.  But the summation of his desire went to the want of her body, mind and soul.  He wanted all of her.

He didn't understand any of this, why he wanted her, why he even cared to stay with her.  But it was there and he would accept it for now and dare question it later, when he had the right mindset.  Hysaeda wanted to wrap her into his embrace, to have her body melt into his without the distraction of thought.  There was a certainty this was beyond just carnal want, something in his mind made attempts to assure him of such.

The skin beneath her hands throbbed, pulsating with suppressed need.  The last of the cloth of his hide pants drifted off his legs without so much as a wrinkle.  There was a madness to the method in which she grazed across his skin, as if she couldn't get enough.  They slid across his sides, causing shivers to drift through him, and down to his hips where the pressure down below had him gasping for breath.  Thankfully she broke the kiss to give him enough time to do so.  His breathing was ragged and sporadic and his heart raged a tribal ceremony within the confines of his chest.

He was barely able to manage the words that dropped from his lips like perfect water.  "I-I need you, Bresthra."  And that was all he managed to utter before her mouth locked over his once more.  A leg wrapped around his hips, pressing herself against him accordingly, encouraging him.  And he proceeded as directed, feeling himself slide into her in such a smooth entrance.  As much as he would have been nervous if he thought about the situation, mostly likely gliding in with a gentle anxiety, he was more instinctive and entered with decisiveness.  There would be no room for consciousness here, only to be with her as he started to move against her with rhythm.

[Anonymous]

"I-I need you, Bresthra."

Words had never sounded sweeter. Of everything that could've been said, of the volumes writ between them all based on touch, taste, sound, and sight, the vocal expression of his desire, so very simple, caught her breath. She latched on to those words, to the tone of his voice in the way he'd said them, as Bresthra kissed him. He needed her... and she needed him. She couldn't say how long, or what that need meant... but she did. Hysaeda was just... he was pure, he was safe, he was... he was exactly what she needed right now. Everything she'd thought she knew washed away in the simple admonition that Bresthra felt different with him... and that was ok.

If she'd thought to lose her breath at mere words, she was gasping for air when their bodies finally met. There was no hesitation. No pause as though to consider the implications behind their joining. She could've wept with the sincerity, with the unadultered way he pushed into her. No complications, no problems. Just the pounding of her heart and the warmth of Hysaeda as he began a steady pace. Bresthra clung to him as though she were drowning, and he were air. Her legs locked tight, hips shifting to give him the best angle. One of her hands clutched at his back, fingers digging in to the muscle there. Bresthra needed to brace herself, needed... needed him. The drowess was forced to break the kiss as she attempted to catch a real breath, which gave her the opportunity to look up and into his amber-red eyes. Bresthra could've melted then as she breathed softy, "Ah, Hysaeda, I need you..." The sheer truth of it made her look away, buring her face against his neck as she whimpered with pleasure, surrendering herself to him and the assault of her lower body. Each stroke was frictional bliss, each connection their hips made had her quivering against him.

[Lion]

Hysaeda was a well brought up dancer when it came to participating in the ceremonies of his tribe.  He was versed, as was all of the clan, in the traditions that went with it: the ceremonial dress, instruments, and every intricate step that was to be placed at the rhythmic beat of a drum and why each step had to be taken.  There was room only for the greatest of perfection in such dances and sometimes training too several years.  It was structured and strict and had no room for error.  But this...this was a different kind of dance, one that Hysaeda had no training in whatsoever...  And yet, it seemed such was completely unnecessary.  This ritual dance required no experience on his part for all would come as instinct.

And he moved with instinct against her, a strange mixture of carnal want and solemn need.  He needed her now and more as much he needed air to breathe.  To be without her now would be the equivalent to suffocation.  To suicide even!

He came into her at a steady rhythm, the motion of this dance similar to moving to a drum.  But instead of a drum of stretched animal skin, this beat came from the pounding of their hearts combined, beating in unison, in yearning for the desire from one another.  The rhythm called for complete and absolute surrender on either of their parts and Hysaeda knew hers came by the increased tension she places on his hips.  Her legs tightened on him, inciting a groan to escape his throat.

Already the cave inlet was becoming far too hot, the fire that once burned brightly in the hearth was now fading slightly in it's burning rage.  It still lighted the area but it didn't help the moisture that sprouted from his skin as he moved with her.  More groans subsequently followed in his motions, thrusting with ever growing intensity.  The words she whispered to him were music to his ears in addition to the whimpering sounds she buried into his neck.  His lips pressed themselves to the side of her neck as he kissed her, a hand sliding down her side and gripping her thigh.  To feel her against him was a bliss that words could not describe.  He could only answer her response through the language of his body.

[Anonymous]

The rest of the world ceased to exist to her. The fire faded, the cave, the bedroll... all of it was secondary to Hysaeda. Next to nothing in her mind. Rather, she became entranced with the feel of his muscles beneath her fingers, with the pressure of his body on hers, and the bliss each shuddering breath contained. What made this so different? What made it... special? Ever since she'd saw him, when he'd fired the arrow that missed, there was something about him. If she thought this joining was the answer, she was wrong. There was more... This was meant to help her understand, though all Bresthra could feel was.... unbridled want. Was that part of it? Before, any time she'd succumbed to carnal delight, it had been at the ready knowledge she wanted to have sex. This was different.

With Hysaeda, she wanted –more-. Of what? She couldn't say. But there was something there... something.... Her mind simply failed to grasp as she clung to him with all the palpable desire in her body. He was strong, solid, warm, and wonderful. She couldn't even begin to describe what he did to her, or what it meant. The definition of it all eluded her, and now... she was ok with that. She could appreciate beauty and pleasure though she didn't understand. She would, though. Bresthra gasped his name, resolving not to leave his side until she understood.

Such complexities were quickly pushed aside is favor for the simplistic experience now. The sound of Hysaeda made her tense body quiver. Bresthra moaned against his neck, and unable to help herself, latched onto his skin with a sucking kiss. A response to the contact on her own neck. Her fingers, pressed into his flesh, slid down, marveling that she could feel him move against her. Each ripple of his muscles made her gasp against his neck, though she refuse to let him go. Rational thought was being trampled by sensation. Words failed as she mewled and clung to him. What concerns she'd had before were nonexistent as her whole body tensed, legs locking to keep him so close. The complex thoughts she'd had only moments ago were cut down to replace by only desire. That was all. She simply needed.

[Lion]

Blood roared with the ferocity ten thousand ocean waves breaking in rage against the jagged forces of stony rocks, mocking them with their threatening, dagger-like spires.  In Hysaeda's ears was a sound so thunderous that it nearly drowned out the erratic thrashing of his heart and that was nothing more than the movement of blood through his veins, pushing through like an avalanche across a once gentle slope.  It burned and raged inside him, nearly making him deaf to any other sound save the reactions of Bresthra.  It have him a rush like never before, a feeling of being alive that he neither comprehended or dared to comprehend.

There were mysteries that were brought up when being with the drow that raised questions in his own mind that he, quite possibly, feared the answers to.  As he delved deeper into the ecstasy of the moment, nothing seemed to matter anymore.  Not the moment he nearly killed her, not the prejudices his people created against her own, not even his own pernicious questions.  They vanished as would a whisper in the wind.  They were as insignificant and incorporeal as ghosts in the night.  But just as incorporeal was this new found sense that she had awakened within him: the need for another like he'd never experienced before.

He felt secure in her embrace, though drastic it may have seemed had he any sense other than desire on his mind.  And he wanted her with an equal passion not seen in his life ever before.  There was majesty in the way their onyx bodies moved in unison, pressure exploding colors across his mind.  Hysaeda groaned further beneath the attention of her mouth on his neck, he too letting his teeth glide alongside her the sensitive flesh of her shoulder.  A heavier groan escaped his throat as she crushed her legs around his hips, pushing him further into her and keeping him there.  He thrust harder in response, delving deeper and escalating his pace against her.  Her hands clinging to him as helplessly as they did encouraged him further.