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

[Rhindeer]

"And, er, we'll be absolutely alone?" Einin said, an eyebrow raised skeptically. "No one will be outside--oh!"

She cut off with a sharp gasp and a jerk of her hips, because Ryk had put his fingers to work again and she was still rather sensitive from her last climax. Her short nails dug into Ryk's back and she opened her legs for him, draping one over his own legs so he had room to work. It no longer mattered that she was tender and a little bloody; his touch certainly had the desired effect, and before long, she was lightly grinding against his hand, wet from their previous joining and fresh desire.

"Oh," she gasped, her breath hot against his ear. "That...is so not--ah!--fair!"

[Aeytrious]

        Ryk worked her quick and gentle, using the slickness of Einin's sex to lubricate his motions. With her leg over his, and his tool quickly stiffening, Ryk moved its tip to press against her wet slit. Rubbing just the tip against her opening, using his hand to press it against her clit as well, he made small sounds of his pleasure. Then he slid it into her and he let out a satisfied sigh. Being inside her was heavenly.
        "This is the most wonderful thing I have ever experienced," he said sincerely, "I am going to enjoy many years of fucking you." Ryk pressed his mouth against hers hungrily as he thrust into her vigorously. In and out and in, as fast and hard as he could at that angle. Einin was sliding back from each thrust forward, and he had to pull her back into him. When he laid with other women he did not go back for more like this. He was capable of it, but he usually lacked the desire. Sleeping with other women was about power, or information, or simply for the purpose of getting off. This was so much more. He cared for this young woman, she was beautiful, she made him happy. At the end of the month Ryk would propose the idea of marrying Einin to her father. It would be great for Lord Beirne's business, and though he was reportedly fond of his daughter, greed won over many a man.
        "Is it still pleasurable little bird?"

[Rhindeer]

Einin was whimpering with need by the time Ryk began to rub his cock against her, and she arched harder against him to encourage him, wanting him. It hurt only a little when he finally slid into her, her body still sore from her first time, but the pain ebbed quickly as he began to move, and her initial pained gasp soon turned into a husky moan. She clung to him, eyes clenched shut to savor the sensations as he fucked her--for now she definitely knew the difference between that and love-making! She kissed him hard, her cries and yelps muffled against his lips.

Gods, at this rate, they were going to miss the faire!

And Einin couldn't be bothered to care.

Her legs tightened around Ryk as she squirmed against him, hips moving to match him and hands tangling in his thick hair. His question had her blinking up at him, watching the expressions play out on his face as he moved.

"Y-you have no idea," she gasped, and arched against him with a moan, hands clawing down his spine as she drew closer to him. She kissed at his shoulder and then bit him hard as he thrust into her.

"Gods, Ryk...don't stop..." She wasn't the begging sort, but gods, he made her want to.

[Aeytrious]

        "You let me know if I hurt you little bird."
        Ryk rolled and slid Einin so that they remained on the settee, but he was now on top of her. He spread her legs wide and held them there so she'd know where to keep them, and before he really started thrusting into her he reached under and gripped her ass firmly. He lifted her just enough that he could angle into her. In a better position to work his cock in her, Ryk began to pound into Einin with abandon. Faster and harder even than when he'd taken her from behind, their bodies slapped together, the effort sliding the settee with each thrust. He was really moaning as he fucked her, grunting with each slap of his pelvis against hers. Her wet cunt gripped at his cock, as he pulled the length of it out of her and slammed it back in.
        It felt great to drill her tight slit, and he wasn't going to hold himself back. He felt her body's tension, and spasms of pleasure. He'd wait for her to reach climax, and he'd fill her with his seed when she did. Sure, that made it harder for the herbs he'd give her to prevent pregnancy, but it always felt best tome come together. He had a feeling that with Einin, that would be especially true. The sounds of their coupling could likely be heard out on the street, his grunting, her moaning, and he didn't care one bit. Ryk plowed into her even harder, using the likelihood of a growing audience outside to fuel his passion. He liked that their rutting was likely causing others to have arousing thoughts. Even as he thrusted and moaned, he knew that he'd not subject Einin to any embarrassment though, so they'd sneak out a way that nobody would see them.
        For now he just continued to fuck the girl, letting go of her ass to grip her ankles and spread her legs far apart. In her pleasure, Einin was bringing them together, her knees now pressing into Ryk's ribs. He liked the signs that she loved his pounding, but her closing legs made it harder to thrust deep into her. As he continued to thrust, he lifted her legs then took her hands and placed them on her calves so she could hold them open herself. Then his hands went back to lifting her by her ass, so that his cock would slide in at a better angle to please her. He knew he was hitting the right spot by her reaction to his renewed fervor. She almost lost her grip on her legs after he had just begun, and a smile of satisfaction spread across his face. He watched her for cues as he thrust, and as soon as she would begin to orgasm, he'd let himself crest the peak he'd been holding at bay. His warm seed would splash inside her as they moaned together in pleasure, and Ryk anticipated it with each jarring slap of his pelvis, his cock driving deep inside her tight little pussy.

[Rhindeer]

Einin did her best to keep her grip on her legs, but it was difficult when her instinct was to let go and cling to Ryk, and when the position made her feel embarrassingly exposed. But soon Ryk was slamming into her and Einin forgot her shame, for pleasure had a funny way of making her just not care. Each hard thrust had her almost losing her grip on her legs, but she held on tightly, gasping and crying out as he took her. His pace was hard, harder than she'd yet experienced, and it hurt a little, enough that she knew she'd be bruised later as his hips struck her thighs--but not enough for her to want him to slow. The pleasure far outweighed it, and with him gripping her ass and tilting her hips up, he was soon stroking a part of her that had her sobbing with bliss and squirming beneath him.

And then, finally, she had to let go and grab onto Ryk, hands clutching his shoulders tightly though she held her legs open even though she wanted to keep pressing her knees into Ryk. Feet braced against the settee, she moved back against him, rocking her hips as he slammed home, urging him on, her mouth against his ear as she whimpered wordless encouragement, because gods, already she could feel that familiar sensation building with each rough slap of his hips, with each wonderful slide of his cock into her.

"Y-you feel amazing," she moaned, eyes clenched shut and head thrown back. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she held on, her cries and breathless gasps filling the air. "A-ah! Oh...oh gods...! Stay right there..."

Her sobbing cries grew sharper, louder, and she pressed her face to his shoulder to muffle them and raked her nails down his back to grip his ass as she moved with him, pleasure building, body tensing. Gods, it was unbelievable, almost too much for her to bear, and she bit his neck and writhed until, finally, she came around him, her arms and legs squeezing him hard and her toes curling as she pressed against him, her cry of release muffled against his skin. She trembled uncontrollably, and Ryk could no doubt feel her release as her body clenched at his cock and her nails dug into his ass.

[Aeytrious]

        Ryk's own pleasure had been held at bay, only by his quickly thinning will power. When Einin's release trembled through her body, drove deep and hard into her, letting it wash over him. His warm seed splashed inside her as his thrusts ceased. He ground his pelvis against her, rotating his hips to continue their pleasure and ride their orgasms as long as possible. His mouth found hers as he peaked, and he kissed her hard, moaning into her mouth. His cock flexed with each shot of his spunk it sent into her, and the tensing spasms were almost painful. He was finally spent, finally satisfied with the pleasure he'd shared with her, for today anyway. He fell upon her, his head against her neck, face turned away to catch his breath. He laid atop her with nearly his full weight, his body limp with exhaustion, breathing heavy as if he'd just run as hard as he could.
        "You are a wonderful woman," Ryk said through his gasps, "This was amazing. You are amazing. I can't wait to do this again." He turned his face into her, and kissed her neck. He tried to lift himself, only to find that his arms were not up to the task. "Could you push up on my chest little bird? It seems you've sapped my strength and I need help getting up." With Einin's minimal assistance, he lifted himself off of her and stood. His cock was slowly deflating as he watched her chest heaving with her own breaths. He could see her heart pulsing in her throat, and remembered the feeling of it thumping against him from inside her chest. Her body was glistening with the sweat from their fucking, and she looked so beautiful he didn't want to pull his eyes from her. He'd left marks on her, and he could see bruises already forming where his hips hammered against her.
        "You should drink part of a potion before you sleep tonight," he told her, "that should be enough time for your own bodies healing to prevent you being a virgin again." He bent and kissed her, his hand caressing her breasts, stroking her nipples. "Rest a moment." He turned from her then and started collecting their clothes. He set hers in a tidy pile on a table, and then began to pull his back on. He was practiced and quick, dressing with extra grace and a bit of flare with Einin watching. He straightened himself up in a gilded wall mirror, and was soon looking as if he'd not just had a marathon of sex. He was still a bit soiled from the coupling, and with both of their sexual fluids on him, in his clothing now, he would quickly grow uncomfortable. So of course he used the primper. He was as fresh as ever with a quick tap, and soon he had it in its brush form sweeping away the evidence of their sex. He straightened the table he'd lifted Einin onto, and then returned to her when the place was back in order.
        "As much as I've enjoyed this and never want it to end," he said as he knelt and kissed her again, "we should get back to the festivities."

[Rhindeer]

Rest a moment, he said. As though Einin could have done any differently just then! So as Ryk dressed and cleaned the place, Einin remain sprawled on the settee where he left her, panting like she'd run for miles and feeling like she could sleep the next few days away. She didn't want to move. Didn't think she could have moved right then if she'd tried, for not only was she out of breath, thirsty, sore, and exhausted, but she couldn't seem to stop trembling.

She tilted her head back against the cushions and ran her hands through her damp hair, which was a tangled mess now. Oh Kia, how was she going to explain that? She definitely didn't know how to replicate the style her handmaiden had woven her hair into, and didn't even know where all the clips went! Maybe she could just say there had been dancing and her hair had fallen loose from that or something...

Her eyes snapped back open when she heard Ryk's voice, and then his mouth was on hers, and she moaned softly against him--until that moan turned into a groan because he mentioned the festivities.

Oh gods...

"Get back to them? Like this?" she asked, and slowly pushed herself up onto her elbows. "Er. Not literally, ah...like this. I know you have your cleany thingy, just...gods. I feel a wreck. But if I must..." And she knew she must. They couldn't just stay here forever!

With a deep breath, she sat up, wincing at the pain in her thighs and between her legs, and pushed herself to her feet. Her legs shook, muscles sore from keeping her legs in a position they weren't normally in, and then...

"Oh!"

It had happened earlier, but she had been in the moment and hadn't really noticed. Now, after having a time to rest and wind down, she did notice what happened when she stood up. Which was that what went in had to, well, go somewhere. And that somewhere was back out. She cringed, making a face, as a lovely mixture of Ryk's semen and her fluids ran down her thighs, tinted pink, and she could see now that her inner thighs were streaked with a bit of blood. The settee where she'd been laying wasn't much better; there was quite the wet spot.

Flushing red, Einin stood, frozen, with her legs apart. This was...awkward and unpleasant...

"I'm bleeding."

[Aeytrious]

        "Yes my dear you are." As Einin, moved from the settee, Ryk moved in and cleaned it with the primper. The results of their fucking ran down her legs, and dripped on the floor, but he wasn't worried. He could clean it again with ease. Ryk picked up Einin's clothing and handed them to her lightly.
        "I know it seems abhorrent," Ryk said to her, "and it will surely feel you're wrapping yourself in mung. After you dress though, I will clean you and your garments. There is no stain, not even blood or sex, that the primper can't whisk away." He gave her a sharp slap on her ass as he moved to sit. "Though I will be sad to see your beautiful behind covered."

[Rhindeer]

Einin jerked and squeaked when Ryk slapped her bottom and clapped a hand over the spot. Her cheeks colored and she gave Ryk a look, but...she found she wasn't actually upset, and that her face wasn't reddening with anger. Looking away in embarrassment, embarrassment because she found she kind of liked it, she began to struggle into her clothes, cringing at the way the fabric stuck to her sweaty skin.

"Don't be too upset. If today was any indication, I imagine you'll see more tomorrow."

Eventually, she had her dress back on, her stockings adjusted, and her laced tied. Then she just stood there awkwardly, feeling rumpled and gross. What they'd done had been a lot of fun in the moment, and she still felt tingly from it, but this part was definitely not very enjoyable.

Yeah. She felt disgusting.

[Aeytrious]

        Einin was dressed, but she definitely looked disheveled. Ryk twisted the primper down to size and gave her a tap. She was swept clean with the magic of the device. Dress cleaned and fluffed, looking as fresh as when she just put it on. Her still rosey skin was clean, head to toe, like she'd had a thorough bathing. It was a very useful item, the primper, and Ryk was glad to have it. Her hair of course was not done up as it had been, but at least it was clean. He tucked away the primper after cleaning the last of the mess from the floor. Then he took Einin's face in his hands and gave her a soft kiss.
        "You look lovely with your hair down," he told her with a soft smile, "but here are your pins and clips." He folded the bejeweled hair accessories into her hand. "I think you can do without them."

[Rhindeer]

"I love that thing," Einin breathed when it was done, though anything else she had been about to say was cut off by his lips.

Her heart fluttered as she returned the kiss, pulse racing with the memory of what they'd done--and with the fresh flood of new emotions, new confusion. No, she thought she could marry this man. And why not, at this point, after all this? He would give her freedom, as he'd promised, and neither of them would have to worry about hiding themselves from their lover. And...and maybe she could help change things. Be a good influence, encourage him to nudge the Soot Wolves in a better direction, two sides of the coin working for a middle ground and all that. He wasn't a bad person, and a lot of the things he did were good, and he'd been nothing but good to her.

Lust couldn't be his only motivator when it came to them, for Ryk Handelaar had his pick of women. He could have anyone. So why else would he pick her unless he actually cared?

She'd just have to tackle the issue of their separate identities, and how they intersected, later. For now, she was just enjoying the moment.

Drawing back from the kiss, she gave a little smile.

"You think so? It won't be too, uh, obvious?" she asked as she smoothed out her hair with her free hand.

[Aeytrious]

        "To be honest dear," Ryk smiled an ever so slightly sad smile, "with the amount of time we've spent in each others company, I'm sure all of Arca is whispering that we are lovers. I am infamous after all." He stroked his hand through Einin's hair, it really was lovely. He took her hand and twirled her to get a look at her from all around. "You are like an angel." He pulled her in hard and kissed her passionately. "We should get out of this strangers home before I lose control and tear your clothing off again."
        He turned, pulling her by her hand, heading for the door, missing the expression that blossomed on her face with the realization that this was not a place he owned or had Soot Wolf control of. His destination was the door they had come through, his goal, to get back on the street without being noticed.

[Rhindeer]

"W-what?! What did you say?!"

What a way to kill a mood.

Pulled along after Ryk, Einin stumbled after him. Her legs didn't want to work and shook under her weight, and it was awkward to walk since she was sore in all sorts of interesting places. Still, she managed to keep up and struggled to walk in some way that looked natural, even if her steps were ginger, careful.

"You don't know the owner?" she hissed. "This isn't a place owned by Soot Wolves? I thought this was yours! We just...we just...all over this place!" The person's rug! Their settee! Their table! Einin's eyes were wide with horror. True, it had been cleaned up by the primper, but...

It was the principal of the matter!

Einin covered her face with her free hand. "Oh my gods. What if they came home?!"

[Aeytrious]

        "Not to worry little bird," Ryk said, slowing for the tender pace Einin was taking. He offered her his arm for support instead of dragging her along. "The residents are out of town and won't be back for a fortnight." He patted her hand gently as he lead her to the door. "You'll learn that the possibility of getting caught is thrilling, and adds to the fun."
        When they reached the door, Ryk opened it and stepped through to make sure it was clear. The small path was free of travelers or observation, and Ryk gestured for Einin to join him outside. Once out of the home, Ryk locked the door behind them It was as if they were never there. The only evidence of their lovemaking, the soreness that Einin carried with her. Ryk himself was feeling a bit worn and sore himself so he fetched out a potion and took the tiniest of sips. The magic flowed through him, refreshing him well enough that he did not notice any remnants of strain.
        "What next my dear? More street performers, or perhaps a game? Maybe a snack? We did use quite a bit of energy."

[Rhindeer]

"Fun? That doesn't sound fun! That sounds mortifying!" Einin said, just imagining what it would be like to get walked in on during all...that, during such an intimate, private act. Nope. Not fun. Horrifying! Just the thought of it had her wanting to sink down into the ground with embarrassment.

"I'd have to invest in another mask and another identity after that, because I'm not sure I'd ever be able to show my face anywhere ever again. Not that I'm ashamed of what we did, mind you, but you saw parts of me no one else has seen, and I sort of want to keep it that way."

Cautiously, she joined Ryk outside and took hold of his arm. She looked around them, making doubly sure no one was about, and let out a relieved breath that no one saw them sneaking out of the house--that Ryk didn't own!--together. Thank Kia. True, he was probably right about that whole...rumors thing, as he did have a reputation and all, but maybe it would balance out? She had a reputation for being disinterested, after all.

...Gods, how that had changed.

She could still hardly believe what they'd done, and could hardly believe how okay with it all she was, and that it didn't feel all that weird after. She supposed she'd always had all sorts of strange ideas about what it was supposed to feel like, and that you were supposed to feel changed or something after losing your virginity, but really, the soreness was about it. Other than that, she didn't feel profoundly different--except that now she knew she liked it.

That she liked Ryk.

Looking up at him at his question, she gave a breathy laugh at his mention of energy. Ah...yeah.

Yeah, that was putting it lightly. She felt exhausted.

"A snack sounds glorious," she said. "And games sound fun, provided, uh, they aren't too strenuous."

[Aeytrious]

        Ryk stole one last taste of Einin's mouth while there was nobody to see, then he offered his arm so that he could escort her back to the street. He led her back down the narrow alley they had rushed through to reach the back of the house. They slipped out to the street without notice and walked back toward the booths selling roasted nuts and baked goods.
        "What would you like little bird?"

[Rhindeer]

Leaning on Ryk's arm, with the mint taste of his lips still on her tongue, Einin took a deep breath of the faire food scents wafting through the air. "Mm, good question. Gods, it all smells good! Maybe some--dear sweet Kia."

It was at that moment that she saw him, Jarrett. Or rather, she heard the commotion that directly involved him, because he was currently cradling a man and...getting reamed out by a very angry woman.

Einin's eyes widened. "Tell me that's not a corpse."

[Aeytrious]

        "From here, I could not be sure," Ryk said to Einin, "but knowing our friend, it surely is." Ryk released Einin's arm and reached into his coat. He pulled out a flask, took a swig and handed it to Einin. "Very strong drink, tastes different for everyone. It'll bring forth a pleasant memory when you drink it." His eyes scanned the area, he caught sight of a couple Soot Wolves watching Jarrett. He'd get a report on whatever had happened later. For now though he could feel Einin's need to approach the assassin.
        "Well it seems our day will be cut short," he said to her, "go then, and tend to that. Take the drink, you may need it for whatever nonsense he drags you into. Someone will be close if you get into real trouble, not that Jarrett couldn't handle it." He grabbed a small purse of coins and pressed that into her hand as well. "I know you have your winnings but you never know." Last he reached for a small vial and discreetly slipped it into her cleavage with a devious grin. "Smash that and it will burst into flame. Best to throw it away from where it will get on you."
        Then Ryk brushed his lips across the back of Einin's hand in a very gentlemanly way. "When will I see you next? Should I sneak over tonight? Or would you prefer to wait?" His lips brushed her hand again. "Or should we wait until tomorrow? Oh, and don't forget that there will be a tailor waiting for you at your home this evening."

[Rhindeer]

Ryk didn't have to tell her twice. Einin accepted the flask and took a long pull from it, nearly draining it dry. She was definitely going to need it--though the memory it brought forth was a recent one, and one that brought color to her cheeks. She handed the flask back and cleared her throat, though the color might easily be attributed to the alcohol working through her system and warming her blood.

Of course, it didn't help that Ryk couldn't seem to keep his hands off her--like when he boldly slipped that vial between her breasts.

She jumped and lightly swatted his hand, hissing that someone might see, and turned toward the wall so she could adjust it. Then, armed with a combustible vial, a knife at her thigh, and a good deal of coin, she was ready to go! Or, ready as she could be, considering what no doubt awaited.

"Sorry," said, a little sad their fun was cut short. "I just...well, especially after everything today, I should, you know...deal with that engagement stuff." She smiled at his kiss and let out a sigh. "Anyway, I think probably tomorrow? Uh...probably shouldn't come by my house...might get caught and everything, so...I'll see you tomorrow?"

She gave another look over at Jarrett, and cringed. "Ah, I should go! Before he...I dunno! Something!" Boy, that alcohol worked fast! But Ryk no doubt understood what she meant.

"Bye! And thanks! This was...it was something." And with a little curtsey, she turned to head Jarrett's way, still walking tenderly, and now a little wobbly from drink--and completely forgetting about the hickeys on her neck.

[Aeytrious]

        Ryk watched the beautiful young Einin walk away from him. To his trained eye, he could tell her gait was altered to accommodate her sore thighs and the tenderness of her sex. He considered sneaking over to her house that night anyway, but he'd have to see how the day went. He wandered through the crowds, buying little things here and there, watching his Soot Wolves work. He stopped at a booth selling hard candies wrapped in wax paper, and bought enough to fill his pocket. He wasn't just a sucker for a pretty face, he also had a soft spot for sweets. He put his purse back in his coat, in the inside breast pocket, and continued his stroll down the road.

((You can find Ryk continuing his day here. As for the lovely Einin Beirne, you can find her here.))