Candy-Coated Heart of Darkness! [Aeyt!] [M]

[Rhindeer]

Ryk began to thrust up into her, and Einin yelped in surprise and clutched him harder, clawing his shoulders where she clutched him. It felt better when he matched her, and soon she was crying out in earnest as she rode him, no longer just rocking on him but also lifting herself along his length and sliding back down--not deep thrusts yet, but slow, shallow ones that still left her breathless. And then Ryk sat up and pulled her into his lap, interrupting her slow-building rhythm, and she let out a frustrated whimper because all that rocking had finally started to build up toward something--but then Ryk grabbed her ass and moved her against him, and her disappointment quickly vanished.

Legs wrapped around him and chest pressed against him, she held onto his shoulders and moved the way he guided her, legs and arms flexing as she slid along his length. It was awkward at first, but she soon fell into the rhythm Ryk set, and she cried out as the new position had Ryk stroking her at a different angle that had her moaning loudly as he hit just the right place, and it wasn't long before she felt that familiar pressure returning, building deep within her where their bodies connected. She dug her nails into him hard enough to leave behind red marks as she kissed him back fiercely, teeth digging into his lip to the point of pain, and when Ryk bit her neck, her nails dug in deeper, head tilting back, and legs tightening around him as her sex clenched him tightly and her muscles tensed.

But sex, as it turned out, was rather hard work, and despite her effort to build toward release, she began to slow. Unused to such a position, her muscles began to ache and tire. It was a little easier with Ryk helping her move, but she still began to lag until it was mostly him doing all the lifting, while she just held on.

[Aeytrious]

        As Einin slowed from the exertion, her arms and legs slackening their grip on him, Ryk used his legs to help lift her. With his arms and legs lifting and dropping her along the length of his shaft, the pace of their sex did not slow. Her whimpers and moans of pleasure encouraged his efforts, and he rocked her body against his with more fervor. He was climbing toward the peak of his pleasure again, and the tightening walls of her sex felt amazing. He knew this likely meant that she was nearing another one as well, and that was further encouragement.
        He lifted and dropped her faster and faster, now rocking back and forth himself with the effort. His grunts were growing longer and louder, becoming moans. His breaths were coming faster and faster, sweat was running down their bodies in rivulets. The ecstasy of each thrust was becoming immeasurable. He would not be able to contain his pleasure much longer. He bit and kissed at her fiercely, greedy for the taste and scent of her. Her bites on his skin were amazing, the pain perfect contrast to the sensations of their sex. He was going to fill her with his spunk, any moment now, and he hoped she'd enjoy the sensation.
        When the moment was upon him, Ryk's grip on her ass tightened. He rocked her harder and faster. When he reached his climax he pulled her in tight against him pressing his mouth to hers. The kiss was hard, mouth closed, and a loud moan of release was trapped between them. His cock pulsed with the pleasure of the moment, his hot ejaculate splashing into her with each involuntary flex of his member. His throaty moan turned to a whimper as he ceased their motion. His kissing become sweet, almost affectionate, rather than the lustful kisses of only moments before. He held her tenderly, stroking her hair gently, his hard rod still giving occasional spasms from climax.
        "Oh Einin, he whispered sweetly, "I am so happy we're doing this together. You are an amazing lover little bird."

[Rhindeer]

Einin may have been slacking, but Ryk compensated for her, and soon her back was arched, head thrown back, and she was screaming her pleasure as Ryk lifted and dropped her, his pace growing quicker, harder, and her moans growing more desperate to match. And when his own grunts joined hers, it only excited her more. Gods, he felt amazing, her sex stretching around him with every powerful thrust, her hard nipples grazing against his chest with every rise and fall, and as his thrusts grew in intensity, so did the sensations, and it wasn't long before she was sobbing with pleasure.

It was that one final thrust, the sensation of Ryk's cock pulsing inside her, and the unexpected warmth that spread up into her, that sent Einin over the edge. With a muffled scream against Ryk's mouth, her nails raking over his shoulders to leave behind red welts, she climaxed, her body tensing and trembling around him. She pressed her body hard against his, hips still rocking to ride out her release even after he'd stilled. That rush of heat was new--but considering what she'd done to Ryk earlier, she had a good idea of what it was.

Gasping for air, Einin finally slumped against his chest with a whimper, her breathing uneven, shaky, as her body trembled in the aftermath. Her pink hair was plastered to her face and neck where her skin was slick with perspiration, and it felt like she would never stop shaking. She felt exhausted, and sore where he was still buried, but it was a pleasant ache, a reminder of what they'd just done.

Curling in against Ryk, her arms around his neck, she leaned her forehead against Ryk's, eyes still shut, and let out a breathless laugh. "Really?" she asked, voice a little hoarse from her cries. "Oh, good...because I just feel silly."

She leaned in and pressed her lips against him then, then kissed the corner of his mouth, then his neck, the movements lazy, languid, in contrast to the passionate kisses of moments ago. Her hands caressed the back of his neck, playing with his hair. "Gods...that was..." She buried her face against his neck, her next words coming out a near whisper. "I'm glad it was you."

[Aeytrious]

        "Me too little bird," Ryk said, smiling into Einin's kisses, "me too"
        His fingers danced up her back, caressing her sweetly, his lips played on hers. He brushed the plastered pink tresses free of their perspiration, and blew lightly on the moisture. She was such  a beautiful young woman. While Ryk did have ulterior motives, he was very happy to be enjoying  these experiences with Einin. He would treasure this time with her, in his own special Ryk way. He licked her lips with his sharply extended tongue, like a little whip he brought up across them both. Then tapped the tip of her nose with a finger playfully.
        "I hope you don't think we're finished though beautiful," he said to her, his smile growing broader. "I still have plenty of energy, and filling you with my seed has renewed me." He tipped her backward, giving her a soft, deep, kiss. His slowly softening member, growing hard once more.
        "I have more wonderful things to show you," he told her, as he laid her back and climbed atop her, "like the way a man makes love to his wife."
        With those words he let his weight rest on her, thrusting into her slow and gently, kissing her softly and stroking her hair. He began to make love to  her, the quick passionate sex passed. He'd please her slowly, letting her rest bit before fucking her hard and fast again.
        "You're so beautiful Einin. How do you not see it?"

[Rhindeer]

Tired and sated, Einin was content to just be held and caressed. She relaxed under his touches, goosebumps raising where he blew on her skin, and she cracked a small smile and leaned into his hands. As she began to spiral down from her high, her pulse and breathing normalizing, she...really couldn't believe what they'd just done. What she'd just done. She and Ryk had really just--gods. But before her mind could really begin to process it all, Ryk got her attention with a tap on her nose, and she blinked owlishly up at him.

"Wh...what?" Einin started, but cut off with a yelp, suddenly on her back with his mouth covering hers, swallowing her unspoken words. He felt renewed?! Einin didn't even feel like she could stand after what they'd done, much less go again!

But then he was on her, pressing her into the plush rug, and she gasped and arched her hips when he thrust into her again, his words sending heat rushing through her body and pulsing between her legs. Show her how a man makes love to his wife? Oh dear gods. Her heart raced, her hands sliding down over his back, and her legs opened wider to receive him, knees bent and feet pressed to the rug. Her hips moved instinctively, rising to meet each slow thrust, and she tilted her head back, exposing her throat, her lips parting with a soft moan. She felt tender, and a bit sore, but as he moved so sensually against her, it began to slowly rekindle the fire. Her eyes drifted shut as she savored the lazy pace, needing the break.

"Oh gods!" she gasped out, voice rising a little at the end when he slid in slowly again. "How are you...a-ah...how are you still going?" She tangled her hands in his hair and gripped the strands, then gently used her grip on him to pull his mouth to hers. Her kisses were hungry, but they were sweeter, more tender, lacking the animalistic intensity she'd felt in the throes of passion. Instead of devouring him, she was content to savor him, taste him.

Lips brushing lightly against his, she peered up into his eyes. "I-if this is...ah...if this is how--is love-making...what was it before?" she asked, brushing her fingers along Ryk's cheek and down his neck, trailing back to his shoulder. Another shivery sigh left her, and she nibbled on her bottom lip. It felt different when he had her under him like this, trapped beneath the weight of his body, and she rather liked how he felt pressed against her like this.

[Aeytrious]

        "Lovemaking is tender," Ryk said sweetly, "fucking," he thrust into Einin hard and fast, but just once, before resuming the gentle movements. "Fucking," he repeated, "is about pleasure and not much else."
        He continued his slow and gentle lovemaking. She was slick with her own moisture, and the spunk he had filled her with, letting him glide with ease. The motions were smooth, and even, drawing his length halfway out of her before thrusting it back in. Her lips were swollen from their mad kissing, and he was much more gentle now. He gently sucked on her lips and tongue, and kissed her face and neck delicately. He was savoring her beauty. Her innocence was so lovely that it tugged at a part of him that he tried to deny. It was possible that he could love this girl if he let himself. That could be dangerous though, for both of them. He'd have a weakness, as if she wasn't becoming one already, and she'd be a target.
       He slowed his thrusting even more, drawing himself nearly entirely out. When he thrust back into her, ever so slowly, he buried himself to the hilt and pressed hard against her clit with his pelvis. He gyrated, gently grinding against her before slowly repeating the process. Through the entire process, he caressed her neck and face, and played with her hair. She was so beautiful, and sweet. How had he managed to trick this intelligent creature into this? Lucky for him she lacked any experience in the world. He'd take care of her though. She'd be his little bird,  and he'd let her fly.

[Rhindeer]

That hard thrust was unexpected, and Einin's soft pants turned into a sharp yelp, her nails raking down Ryk's spine and her heart thundering with excitement. She clung to him even after he fell back into his slow rhythm, and slid her hands to his shoulders to hold on. Well, that answered that question!

"I--nngh--I see," she said, her voice a little higher, for it was rather hard to organize her thoughts, much less hold a coherent conversation with someone, when they were pinning her to the ground and working their cock slowly inside her. She could feel every inch of him as he moved, and through the dizzying pleasure, her mind reeled. Lovemaking, he'd called it. Like a husband makes love to his life. Did that mean...? With a shiver, she closed her eyes and sighed into his kisses, enjoying the gentle caress of his lips to her mouth, her neck, and she slowly slid her hands down his arms to seek his hands where she threaded her fingers through his.

Maybe she could marry him, after all...

It wasn't long before Einin began to move restlessly against him, soon finding his movements tantalizing yet teasing, because while it felt nice, and while she had been tired, she wanted more. And when he began to slow down further, pulling almost all the way back before sliding slowly back in and grinding against her clit, her hips bucked against his as she writhed restlessly against him. It was nice letting him be in control, and had been pleasantly relaxing for a time--but there were also, as it turned out, drawbacks to not being in charge. Such as being unable to set her own pace, unable to move quicker when she needed it--and being, essentially, at his mercy.

"R-Ryk...?" Einin hands slid down to grip his ass as she worked her hips restlessly against his, grinding her pelvis against his to seek more pleasure, trying to tell him without words, and with her body, what she wanted. With his hips pressed into hers, however, her movement was restricted, and she squirmed under him and reached for his face with one hand. Kissing him hard, she wrapped one around his waist and pressed against him to try to urge him on.

"Ah...you can, um...you can move more..."

[Aeytrious]

        Ryk only smirked at Einin, kissed her softly, and made her suffer through two more languid thrusts. Then without warning he began thrusting fast and hard with earnest. There wasn't an ease of transition, it was from full stop to full tilt, driving into her with all the speed and force he could muster. His kisses were once again hard and fevered, more lust in them once more. The slaps of their bodies meeting were audible, and without the aid of his potions to heal her, Einin would likely have bruises on her legs and thighs. Ryk was not overly rough in his thrusting though, he didn't want to hurt his little bird.
        He drew her hands into his, and laced his fingers into hers, keeping her pinned in a sensually submissive position. His thrusting made her beautiful little breasts bounce, and her hair flutter about. He was really plowing her with all he could bring to bear, and he bit into his lip with the efforts. He was sweating from the exertion, more even than their training elicited. He could feel the perspiration pooling in the lines of muscles in his back. He shook himself, like a wolf trying to throw off water, not stopping in his thrusting. He released her hands and brought his hands under her, half lifting her into him and biting at her neck. Then he slowed, easing his pace, until he stopped.
        Thrusting his hard cock deep into her, and keeping it there, Ryk grabbed Einin's left ankle and pulled it across to her right. He now had her on her side, her as pressed against him as he slowing thrust into her again, gradually picking up the pace. He liked being able to see her face and reach out and fondle her breasts while feeling her firm young ass against him as he thrust. Not only did he play with her pert tits, he also caressed her and pulled her hair sensually. He put two of his fingers in her mouth for her to suck as he drilled into her with his tool.
        Eventually he began to slow again, he turned her more in the direction he had before, helping her prop up on her hands and knees. How many positions had they been in now, without ever removing his dick from inside her? Before beginning his thrusting he reached his hands between her legs and rubbed at her clit with his fingers. Next his hands slid up her belly, and he leaned toward her back as he fondled her breasts again, pinching at her tender nipples. Soon after, he put a hand around her throat, gentle but firm, and one gathered her hair, pulling back her head. He leaned far to kiss her mouth, as he gently forced it to a place he could reach. Then he began to thrust, slowly, as he held her face there, his hands preventing her from turning her head away. He kissed her hard and bit her lip slowly increasing the pressure until she made a sound of pain. He finally released her and drew back, caressing her as he went.
        Ryk gripped her hips tightly, and drove his cock into her. Faster, faster, faster, his arms pushing as his hips arced away, then pulling her in as he thrust forward. The speed was greater than what he could achieve simply laying on top of her, and he enjoyed every thrust. Once again the slaps of their meeting bodies was audible, and her ass rippled with the force of it. Every sound she made drove him on harder, and faster, her pleasure was the fuel to his fire. As he fucked her from behind, he thoroughly enjoyed the view of the angles of her back, and of course her perfect ass. He slapped it. Then again a few thrusts later, a bit harder. Then short time after, he gave it a real hard slap that he followed with a hard squeeze. He caressed the red hand print he left on her, tracing the rising outline of his fingers.
        After pounding away at her for a few minutes he wrapped an arm around her abdomen to support her and helped her rise up so that her back would be against him. He drew her hand down her stomach, across her sex, to feel where he entered her. Both of them were slick with the juices of their joining and it now coated their hands. He slid her hand down further, after thrusting a few times, so that she would now be cradling his balls. He moved his hand on hers to show her the way to massage them gently. He then moved his hand back up to rub at her clit as he fucked her like that, each of them expanding on their partners pleasure. His other hand moved up, now that Einin had her balance, to rub at her tits. He kissed her neck and shoulder, and her mouth when she gave it to him, never pausing in his ministrations.
        "Little bird," he began inquisitively, "do you like the way I fuck you?"

[Rhindeer]

Ask, and you shall receive. Einin was expecting more force, but she was not expecting zero transition--and nothing could have prepared her for the way Ryk took her then.

Those first rough, hard thrusts took her breath away, a mixture of pain (for she was still very tender) and pleasure, but then he was driving into her, and soon she could focus on little else but the pleasure as breathless gasps soon turned into yelping cries. She clawed at his arms and shoulders as she writhed beneath him, leaving behind red scratched, her eyes clenched shut and head tossed back. His hipbones struck her thighs on each thrust, bruising her, but she could do nothing more than toss her head and arch against him as he pinned her hands to the rug, leaving her feeling helpless, vulnerable beneath his weight and weak with bliss, unable to do much more than draw her legs up further so his hips didn't strike her quite so hard--which opened her more, let him go deeper. But it was a good kind of vulnerable; she normally didn't like feeling submissive or small, but here it excited her to feel how much bigger and stronger Ryk was, and at that point, she was happy to let him take her as he pleased. She cried out between kisses, her yelps, squeals, and shuddering sobs filling the room, raising in volume whenever he hit her at just the right angle. It all felt amazing, but sometimes he would hit her just right, and the spike in pleasure would take her off guard, make her jerk and shudder.

That, combined with the bites and caresses, had her beyond caring about anything but what he was doing to her, even as he shifted positions until she was on her side, each new position eliciting new sensations. She sucked hungrily at his fingers and made an effort not to bite him, her cries muffled, and just when she was getting into it, one hand stretched above her head to clutch the rug, the other gripping at his arm, Ryk lifted her again.

And she found herself on all fours.

Einin's face heated with surprise and momentary shame--it felt so lewd, so primal, especially with the sounds their bodies had been making--but before the feeling could grow, Ryk's fingers were on her clit, and she was arching and moaning, her legs trembling with the effort of supporting herself after such a hard pounding. He was still inside her, and she rocked her hips and squeezed him reflexively, unable to hold still with his fingers stroking her, before his hands were teasing her breasts, and her breath was coming out in frantic pants by the time he moved up her chest and wrapped a hand around her throat. Ryk could probably feel her pulse beating wildly in her neck as he pulled her hair and tilted her head back, for the gesture was dangerous yet thrilling--a safe danger, since she knew he wouldn't hurt her--and when their lips met, she kissed him back passionately, and yelped when he bit her just a bit too hard.

Yet before she could truly register the pain, he was thrusting slowly into her, keeping her trapped there, before his hands were on her hips and he was driving into her again in earnest. She found herself being filled, deeper than when she was on her back, and her legs shook with the effort of staying upright until she sank down onto her elbows, forehead pressed to the rug to muffle her cries as she lost herself in the moment and gave herself over to him completely and embraced the lack of control. He slapped her, but this time she didn't protest--her breath hitched and her body jerked, but she only rocked her hips back against him, even as he did it again, and again, harder each time, eliciting moans as he sharp pain contrasted with the pleasure in a dizzying cocktail that had her begging him for more--with her body, with her moans.

She was too far gone to care about whether or not it was degrading, and she moved easily when he shifted her yet again, pulling her backwards onto him. Her chest rose and fell with her ragged gasps, sweat making her flushed skin glisten, and her entire body trembled against him where she leaned against him. She spread her legs wide to take in as much of him as she could, and eagerly let him guide her hand where he wanted it, whimpering when she touched Ryk where they were joined, felt him as he moved, sliding up into her. Oh gods. It was just about enough to undo her, and when she massaged his balls, and he stroked her clit and breasts as he thrust into her, she was soon rocking her hips with his and grinding on the down strokes, her head thrown back against Ryk's shoulder.

"Oh gods...oh gods...oh fuck!" she cried, her voice coming out as shuddering sobs. Her other hand gripped Ryk's knee, vice-like, as he kissed her neck and shoulder, and it was so intense, this assault of sensation all over her body, inside her, outside her, pleasure and pain, that she soon found herself staggering toward the edge, her body tensing, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, her nails digging into Ryk's skin.

She was so close, that when Ryk asked his question...well, he certainly got his answer.

Einin threw her head back against Ryk's shoulder with a shuddering scream as she came, her body shaking and her sex pulsing around his cock. For several long moments, she couldn't answer him, but when she found her words, she could only whimper, could only gasp out a, "Y-yes!"

Tears filled her eyes, for the intensity of it all surprised her, but she twisted and pressed her mouth against Ryk's. "Gods, yes!"

[Aeytrious]

        Einin's kiss was sweet, and the gentle working of her hand was wonderful. The fervency of the moment was amazing, and the way her sex gripped at his cock and pulsed with spasms filled him with intense pleasure. The last person Ryk had sex with when feelings were involved had been Lanna, and he only barely remembered that passion filled night. Emotions, it seemed, enhanced the intensity of the physical pleasure, and even without being in love, his warmth toward Einin was enough. He returned her kiss with satisfaction, as he let himself go. His arms tightened around her, and his mouth pressed hard against hers. He pushed his dick up into her as far as it could go as it flexed with his climax. His warm seed once again splashed into her, spreading the heat of his passion to her. So much was already in her now, that some ran back down along the length of his member. As his orgasm abated, he slowly, and gently continued his upward thrusting, dragging the moment on as long as he could. He gently caressed Einin, with tender strokes, and kissed her much more softly than before. He was satisfied, for now. Much more of this, and the girl wouldn't be able to walk. Already he knew she'd be sore, but he could fix that.
        Ryk slowly separated from her, letting his slowly deflating cock fall free of her. The excess of their fluids, no longer blocked in by his tool, ran freely down her thighs in glistening rivulets. He turned her slowly toward him and drew her into a gentle embrace, kissing her mouth lightly. He lifted her into his strong arms, and shuffled across the rug on his knees to lay her on the settee once more. He climbed up next to her, and then pulled her half onto him. He kissed the top of her head, and caressed her back as he held her lovingly. She was a sweet girl, and she deserved to be held after her first time. No matter the path they took, he wanted her to cherish this moment as he would.
        "Rest a while my sweet," Ryk said softly, "there is much more of the festival to enjoy." He tipped Einin's head up so he could kiss her mouth. "I want to enjoy it with you as long as I can before Soot Wolf business eventually pulls me away."

[Rhindeer]

Einin didn't think she'd be able to move for...a while.

She collapsed against Ryk, and let him carry her to the settee, where she curled against him as he stroked her, her head on his chest. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably in the aftermath, and she panted against his skin as she struggled to catch her breath. Dear gods. Dear gods. That had...actually happened. She'd actually done that. It felt surreal, laying here naked and shaky against Ryk, who was bare as her, her body slick with perspiration and...other things. She felt utterly exhausted, but good, and sore, and her mind reeled as she laid there, unable to muster up the energy to move.

She only moved when Ryk tipped her head up so he could kiss her, and she kissed him back, softly, tenderly, before she laid her head back on his chest and looked away shyly. It felt weird to feel shy after that, but now that she was no longer in the moment, she just felt...

Pretty embarrassed.

"That won't be difficult," she mumbled against his chest. "I don't think I could walk if I tried."

She fell silent for a long moment, her breathing slowly normalizing though her heart still thumped with excitement and nerves. She couldn't believe she'd done this. Oh gods. What if someone found out? What if her parents found out? No, no. They wouldn't. And if she was marrying Ryk, it was a moot point anyway--this would have happened after the marriage. But as the bliss began to fade, and she began to feel more of the soreness, and more of the reality, worry began to creep in--and shame.

She had done...a lot of things she hadn't planned on doing.

So easily, too.

She had thought she was stronger.

"Ryk?" she said after a long pause, shivering a little under the pleasant caress of his fingers. Her voice was low, a near whisper. "What we just...what we just did...you don't think less of me for it, do you?"

[Aeytrious]

        "Why would I think less of you?" Ryk looked at Einin with real concern in his eyes. "You didn't break any sacred vow. You only just enjoyed yourself. And why shouldn't you? You're young, and beautiful, and so full of life. You should be enjoying everything you can while you still have the energy to do it properly." He placed his lips upon hers once more, kissing her ever so softly. Einin had been a wonderful partner, and he planned on having her as often as her body could handle. Potions would help with that, but it was best to save them for emergencies.
        Ryk pushed a fallen hair from Einin's face before kissing each of her eyelids, then her nose, and then her mouth. He rubbed his nose against hers, in an affectionate gesture, and gave his lover a playful grin.
        "This was truly wonderful," he said to her, "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

[Rhindeer]

Ryk's words relaxed her, and Einin let out a relieved sigh, eyes closing as he kissed her and a smile spreading over her lips when she felt the soft press of his lips against her eyelids and nose. Sex had been wonderful--and definitely something she wanted to do again!--but these languid caresses and affectionate gestures were almost just as good.

Her smile turned into a grin when he kissed her mouth, and then nuzzled noses with her, and she cracked her eyes open and chuckled at his comment. "I, ah...I would think my enjoyment was rather obvious," she said, flushing as she said it. She had been rather loud, and eager (something she had never envisioned for herself!), and Ryk had brought out sensations in her she hadn't even thought possible.

She buried her face against his neck and kissed him there. "It was really...intense. In a good way! I, um...I really liked it." She cleared her throat. "I guess I was just...worried. My, ah, my mother always stressed, you know...purity. I suppose I failed there, but..." She shrugged. "I don't actually regret it. I'd do it again. Erm. Just not now. I'm a little, ah, tender."

[Aeytrious]

        Ryk smiled at her comment about tenderness, and pulled Einin in a bit closer. He could reach her butt now, and so caressed her there, enjoying the way she reflexively pressed her crotch into him and shuddered at his touch. Up to the small of her back his fingers went, and she arched, pressing her abdomen against him. Then her breasts pressed against him as his fingers traced a line between her shoulders. It was wonderful to be able to elicit such a response from her. The way her body quivered away from his gentle caress, pressing into him as she sighed in pleasure was amazing. He could stay like this forever, holding her, touching her, fucking her again and again. Ryk kissed her again, a bit more hungrily than before, but still gentle. His tongue slipped between her lips, tasting her mouth. Her warm breaths escaped her pretty little nose, heating his cheek.
        "I plan on giving you as much as you can take my sweet," he said, and winked at Einin. "I'm going to fill you up every time we can steal enough time to be alone." Ryk kissed her a bit more fiercely still, but then relaxed back against the settee. "A little potion will restore your energy and lift the tenderness," he told her, "but you'll want to wait a bit before using it. Unless of course you want to be a virgin again."

[Rhindeer]

All that touching, indeed, was having an effect on her, and Einin's body responded in kind. Even though she felt achy and tired, those hungry kisses and gentle caresses soon had her pressing against him, her breathing growing a bit quicker as her imagination raced. Sore or not, if he kept that up much longer, she might soon be ready to go again--though she really just wanted to enjoy the closeness, and knew her body would hate her if she took him again without giving herself a chance to recover.

She kissed him hard, moaning against his mouth, and touched his face with her fingers to keep him there before her hands wandered and slid down over his shoulder and arm, short nails dragging over his skin. But at Ryk's mention of the potion and becoming a virgin again, her eyes snapped open and she lifted up a little to give him an incredulous look.

"No way!" she said, brow crinkled. "Why would anyone want that? Not that it was anywhere near as bad as I thought it'd be, but it's still not something I'd like to repeat, thank you."

[Aeytrious]

        "I can think of a couple reasons why a woman might want that," Ryk said, with an odd look on his face, "but none are worth discussing now." He held Einin close to him, continuing to stroke her skin. He felt so relaxed with her there in his arms. He languidly kissed her, dozing slightly as he did so. He'd be happy to stay here all day with her. Perhaps that could be arranged for another time. Staying naked with her for an entire day would be amazing. All the sex they could accomplish, as well as just lounging together like this.
        "Tomorrow we have guests to entertain and a dinner engagement," he said to her as his fingers traced her ear, "but the day after, I was thinking we could swim, and spend the day together, alone. Would you like that?" Before Einin could answer, Ryk pressed his lips against hers again. He slipped his tongue between her lips, sliding it along the inside of her teeth, tickling the roof of her mouth. When he broke the kiss, he looked into her eyes and smiled.
        "I'll have the tailor come to your home tonight so that the bathing suit will be ready in time. Unless you prefer to swim with me in the nude?"

[Rhindeer]

Even though she was laying there naked with Ryk, his words, coupled with his searing kiss, brought a fresh blush to Einin's cheeks.

"I...think you can send the tailor," she said with a laugh before hiding her face against his neck. "I'm already going to make a fool of myself, so I'd rather have a little dignity while I flail around and try not to drown!"

But even as she said it, her body flushed with heat, because the idea wasn't a bad one, and she rather liked the idea of swimming nude with him--and perhaps other things, though she was too embarrassed to admit that out loud. She was still trying to come to terms with how quickly this had escalated, how quickly her barriers had come down when before she'd been nervous of the very idea of sex, and laughed at the idea of consummating anything with him. But Ryk talked about such things so casually, so it helped make her feel a little less ashamed.

Leaning up, she kissed his jaw. "Maybe when I'm a better swimmer," she said with a wry grin.

[Aeytrious]

        "As much as I will enjoy teaching you to swim," Ryk said, "I have a feeling that I won't be able to keep my hands off of you. All wet, in a sexy swimsuit, I'll be unable to resist touching you." He smiled at Einin again. It seemed a grin was almost always present on his face when he was with her. She brought him happiness. It was different, and he liked it. He snuggled her in a bit tighter, returning her kiss. She wasn't much shorter than him, but the way she was curled against him, he had to lean his head down to meet her lips.
        "I hope you're okay with that."

[Rhindeer]

Einin met Ryk's eyes, a little smile on her lips. "I'm okay with that," she finally admitted as she trailed fingers up and down his back, her mind wandering away from the confusion and back to the more pleasant, immediate thoughts of what might happen that day.

"Erm. Assuming we're not...actually in the water when that happens," she added with a snort. "That seems like it could go bad fast."

[Aeytrious]

        "I'm an excellent swimmer," Ryk told Einin through a laugh, "I won't let you drown. Sex in water is actually very fun. The water is the clearest you've ever seen, and the concrete basin is much nicer than the mud that lines most ponds. There are no plants or animals in the water either, so it'll just be you and me. There are shallow areas that I'll be able to ravage you in without leaving the water."
        He laughed gently into her hair and tickled the back of her neck with his fingers. He was definitely going to enjoy a day of swimming and lounging. Einin probably wouldn't stay clothed long. He was already growing stiff thinking of what they would be doing. Perhaps he should take her once more before they went back out to the fair. He kissed her tenderly, and slipped a hand down between them to put his fingers on her clit. If he could arouse her enough that she wanted more, then that would decide it. He rubbed his tongue against her tongue as his fingers worked her pleasure button.