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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 6, 2010 16:57:11 GMT 2
A small smirk touched her lips at his words. They clearly were of two different worlds. Not that it bugged her. She was refreshed by his views of the world. The court was stale with the whims of wealth and power. She grew tired of their attitudes and desires for the best in the world. They knew little of true goodness or true happiness. She felt the ripple of his muscles beneath her. She was taken aback by his strength. Here she was, furled in the arms of a man who had the power to kill her with very little effort. Yet, she was also furled in the arms of a man who had the ability to protect her. It was her choice how she looked at it. However, she did not want him to only want to protect her. She desired to still be able to live her life, without always being curbed by his protectiveness.
She kept her thoughts to herself while she regarded him. All her life she had been trailed by men who thought it was their duty to protect her. All her life ahe had evaded them. She had evaded them that day she met him. Would she be able to evade him too if she so wished? Would be be angry if she did? Uncertainty crossed her face as she thought it over.
No, she would most certainly never let herself be controlled by a man again, even if she did love him, even if he meant the world to her.She glanced up at his words, confusion first lingering in her eyes, then a smile of amusement broke through. "You do not need to wear any more clothes than you want when you train, my rider. Even the queen relaxes her attire when training. The court clothing is reserved for courtly events," she reassured him, humoured by the thought of him trying to sparr with his dragon in fancy clothing. She shook her head in amusement, unable to keep the ludicrous image of Gwyndar all fancied up out of her mind. Even if he did train with little on, she saw the young knights of her court following suit, in an attempt to impress the queen and compete with the rider.
Ah, the fickle whims of people who had too much money and time. She oftened ignored those who trailed her, attempting to win her favour. She had come to be known as the queen with no favour, the heartless queen. Less and less suitors had come her way as time passed between the death of her husband, daughter and parents to this day. Perhaps they thought she was still mourning their death. When she saw children around the age of ten, she was reminded of her daughter Julianna. She had looked like her father. She pushed the thoughts from her mind.
The touch of his hand on hers brought her back to the reality of the moment. A small smile touched her lips but was quickly shattered as she felt the sting of the wound as it pulled when he turned her hand over. She resisted the urge to pull it away from him. She could have healed it, but she would need to reopen it when she made her way out. It was less painful to reopen a wound than to make a new cut. Pain did not bother her. It was a fact of life. She had been in greater pain many times before. She watched him carefully as he raised her palm to his lips and kiss the tender flesh. Her breath shortened as she became aware of his arm around her and the touch of her hand on her hair.
She acknowledged his words with a simple nod. She planned to leave before he awoke, leaving him a small vile of her blood to get out. Trailing her free hand along his chest, she tried to push out the thoughts that were beginning to pool in her conscience. She wanted to be completely with him, disregarding any of her trepidations or thoughts. Slowly, the thoughts did vanish and she could concentrate on the solid beat of his heart under her fingertips. She could forget herself in this moment. She could also almost forget that he never forgot who she was when he was around her. In this moment, she felt truly safe in his care. She could feel the fire that was ignited by the touch of his large hands.
As he cupped her cheek, she deepened the kiss. Under her hand, she felt his breathing becoming irregular. She felt as her control slowly slipped away, only to be quickly back in place by his panicy words. Deep even breaths filled her lungs as she tired to regard the rider who was still so close. Confusion touched her eyes, but she quickly hid it again, trying not to take it too personally. She touched her hand to his cheek with tender reassurance. With a small pain of sadness, she realised the moment was over, not to be salvaged.
"It's ok," she replied, her voice gentle. "You're right. Too fast." She pulled away from him slowly. "We should get some sleep." She looked to the bench which was big enough for both of them to sleep next to each other on. She curled up on one side. Her eyes did not close. She kept her eyes steadily staring at the wall of the ither side of the room. Dark shadows flickered under the ball of light. Her embaressment rose a little. Without so much as a twitch, she entiguished the light.
<"Goodnight, my rider.">
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 6, 2010 19:02:59 GMT 2
Looking down sullenly the rider heared the initial diagnosis of their rampant pace at which they were progressing. It had not been his intention to halt their actions; simply to alert the woman of how strange the situation was that he had not prepared for how to go about being with her. If he was honest he hadn't even believed as he rode through the many lands between Maldruaga and Samarid that the Queen had any other intention other than collecting what was hers in exchange for not giving him in to her authorities. Of which were under her control. He had been so sure of his need to escape that he carried his best weapons as he rode. Not all, simply the ones that he could carry all at once.
But there was a horribly sickening feeling from his gut that burned through to his chest at the sullen voice telling him they were moving too fast. That was her conclusion of the meeting. Had he done something wrong? Sure he was never truly able to be with a woman as well as he wanted, but did that mean he was a bad lover? Had he been a terrible experience already?
The questions buzzed around his head like the irritation sound of a fly by his ear. The constant humming. An irritating and slightly worrying sensation if he was to be perfectly honest. But if he had done something wrong he definately would not push her. After all, she was the one who knew what she was doing. For once Gwyndar felt like a child fumbling through the world blind and deaf. He only knew what he could feel and even then he could not identify what he felt in linking with anything he knew already. It was very frightening.
"If you say so." He mumbled sullenly; watching with great affection as she lay down and curled onto one side. He felt saddened by the loss of her touch but allowed her the sanctity of sleep. After all, it was his fault she had remained with him here. He had insisted that she be with him; she could have been curled up on her own comfortable bed by now. Not lying on a stone slab fit for no-one.
Pulling one leg up to his chest and letting his foot rest on the stone slab the rider continued to let his hand play with the womans hair lovingly while he put his head forward against his knee. It was how he had slept for years; a protective stance letting him wake and attack at the slightest noise that would disrupt his sleep. Very quickly the lights in the room were extinguished and the two were plunged into a darkness unlike anything else. there was no light getting in the room, no moon or stars to give sight to anyone. Yet for once the cold of the dark was not a comfort for the rider. It was harsh and stinging as he heard the whisper of a voice penetrate his thoughts.
"Goodnight my beautiful Silisia." he whispered; his voice echoing around the empty room. Bouncing off the walls and corridors surrounding the dome.
It would be sometime in the very early morning when the rider awoke from his comforting position, finding the coldness of his position unwelcomed and frustrating.
As silently as he could manage the rider shifted himself, feeling around the stone slab and laying himself down beside the tiny Queen, one arm snaking around her while the other cushioned his head while he lay it down. It was like that that he stayed for the reaminder of the night. His hand occasionally trailing back up to the tiny womans neck and shoulders. For once, taking comfort in the closeness of another body.
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 6, 2010 20:08:19 GMT 2
Her heart closed as she tried to sleep. Why could she not trust his intentions to be good? She sighed to herself, uncertain of how to approach the whole situation. Did he not want to be with her? Had she pushed him too far? The questions mulled in her mind preventing her from sleep. Disappointment swelled as he did not come sleep next to her. She closed her eyes as he played with her hair. His final words of greeting allowed some comfort to be gained, but she still could not sleep. She remained still, her confusion growing. She replayed the last moment in her mind. She had been quick to push him away when he had stopped her. Perhaps she was just a fool.
No man had ever truly been kind to her. And now, she quickly assumed that he did not desire her, that he did not want to be with her. Why else would he sleep far from her? Uncertainty echoed in her mind. He had merely said he could not breath, that his lungs could not keep up with what his head wanted. She grimaced. She had been such a fool. The cold began to bite and she was left with the stupidity of her actions. Too fast? She forwned at her own thoughts, and her own fears. Had she pulled away so that she could end anything that could have happened before he could reject her? What was the point of living a life so built up on the fear of rejection? She played with the idea of waking him, but quickly disbanded it. She could not be so selfish as to wake him when it was her fault that they lost their connection.
She drifted in and out of a turbulant sleep only to be comfortantingly awoken by a warm body close to hers, and and arm around her body. A small smile touched her lips. She closed her eyes in bliss as she felt his hand run up and down her body. She turned to face him. "Gwyndar," she greeted, her voice echoing affection. She moved up closer to him, and her hand gently touched his face. She ran her fingers over it until she touched the corner of his lips. With that she moved closer and pressed her cold lips to him. The night chill had seeped into the queen's skin, but the true cold was being far from him. The touch of his bare skin beneath her wandering finger tips sent jolts of electricity through her.
<"I'm Sorry. I may have over reacted,"> she pushed the thoughts gently into his mind. Embaressment touched her thoughts as hid in the dark beside him. She pulled away, but only a little. She began to warm to his touch, and gently placed her lips on his again. <"Have your lungs caught up yet?"> she teased lightly. She gently slipped her hands down his body.
She would not be surprised if he pushed her advances away. She refused to feel sorry for herself if he did push her away. It was her fault. Her apprehension of men always seemed to push them away before they got close.
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 6, 2010 20:53:20 GMT 2
Stilling silently at his address the rider waited for the sign for him to be removed from her side. the keep his hands from her while she had been so obviously removed emotionally when she turned to sleep. He had not kept track of whether she had been sleeping but assumed that she had been interupted by his shifting. "Sorry to wake you." He mumbled, his voice thickly laced with sleep and the gruffness of not having spoken in a long time. Probably alot lower and more of a rumble froom deep in his chest. His thoughts once more pulled from his mind at the touch of her hand against his face. Whether it be to find him or as a touch of affection The rider simply closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
Listening with a hint of sleep still behind his eyes he felt her words stir around his mind. Swirling in the vortex of lack of sleep and of being disturbed so soon into his slumber. He appreciated the jesture of appology, followed by the touch of her lips once more aginst his. It truly was something special. Being so close to someone that there was little room between them.
It was a pleasurable experience to say the least; one which he was more than ready to repeat on more than one occasion. <"If they haven't I'll keep it to myself this time."> He replied with a cheeky smirk edging its way onto his face. Lifitng one side of his mouth as he pushed himself closer to the little woman. His hand once again finding its way to the back of her head and threading through her hair.
This time he would be sure to make it last. He was tired, he was embarassed and he was inexperienced; but it only made it more exciting. Diving in blind, making places for things he never thought possible and giving room for someone to be truly with him. He wanted to experience Silisia in a way he had refused any other. It was far too early days for him to even think of being one and giving into every intention his mind had.
After all, they had not been in contact for a week before this night. They had spent together the accumulation of a single day, and yet in that time he was going against everything in him that warned to stay away from the dangers that woman could bring upon him.
The last time he had been with a woman it ended so very abdly. He was afraid of being rejected, of being mocked because of his history with woman that for the past five years every pass a woman made at him fully knowing his identiy he either fled from them or made sure they knew he was more dangerous that they had first anticipated. He was not proud of how he treated people. It was simply self preservation.
Yer the hand trailing down his exposed torso made a low pleasing growl force its way out from the back of his throat. Onewhch told her he was most definately appreciative of her actions but which also showed the gruff nature he had adapted to in a life where he acted as his dragon did. His reactions honed, his senses heightened and his nerves far more electric than any normal half elf.
That was one of the few things he had in common with the queen. His blood line was normally reserved for royals and nobles, marriages for money. Not of convenince due to debpt like his parents one had been. <"Be careful little one."> He growled, his face still lit up by the smirk in the blackness. <"Here is not a place where someone as dangerous as me should be teased."> Growling slowly he leaned over and gently nipped at the bottom of the womans ear.
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 6, 2010 22:24:41 GMT 2
"I never fell asleep," she admitted, noting the sleep in his voice. She felt guilty for addressing him. By the sound of his voice, he could have done with her ignoring his presence and allowing him to sleep. While the stone was exceptionally cold and hard, she could almost replace it with her bed in her mind. Tomorrow night she would be in teh soft fold of her bed and Gwyndar would be there with her... Only if he so desired. She held onto that idea, with the smallest of pleasurable grins on her lips. The darkness hid the queen's joyful face. She, however, feared that he would not want the life the queen lived. Her breathing stopped for a moment as that anxiety pooled into her mind.
She would not and could not lose him because of the simple, inconvienient fact that Silisia just happened to be born of noble blood. She kept asking herself, what if. What if she had been a simple peasant? What if she was an elf, bound by immortality but not of nobility? Would she have met him then or would they constantly miss each other? Perhaps Silisia would have to be a queen if their paths were to meet. She resigned herself to that thought. She would rather have been a queen and had him for a moment, than be someone else and run the risk of never meeting him at all.
Her own lips curled into a smile at his words. His presence came closer to her and the queen responded by drawing herself into his boundaries. She felt the brush of his torso against her exposed skin. Her eyes closed ahhpily as she felt his fingers in her hair again. She felt like a little girl, caught in an innocent connection with someone else. <"Don't push yourrself beyond anything you are not ready for,"> she whispered softly into his mind, the smallest of grins touching her lips. She did not want to push him away, but she also did not want to push him into something she was not even sure she was ready for.
She had denied so many men a favour as little as a touch. The touch of a kiss was almost foreign to her. Each kiss made her almost shrink away into a young, lovesick child. She counted herself as inexperienced and naive. She could only imagine where the two of them would land up this evening, and she would enjoy every moment of it. Such thoughts drove her own to try seek the best in Gwyndar's words and actions.
Love swelled in her chest. Was it love or lust? Could it be both? The swirling thoughts brought little good. Although it seemed unlikely, she had felt great affection for him the moment he had walked in bruised and battered. Time seemed to have melted away into an unmeasurable, unimportant entity. All that mattered for the young queen and the man whose arms she was in. The man she had come to fall in love with, even though his manner was gruff and harsh.
How many woman had appreciated the rider like this? Self brought on jealousy flared through her mind. Immediately, she recognised her idiocy. He had been a known wanted face for many years. She could reserve her jealousy for when he makes his appearance in court. She quickly thought about taking her words about allowing him to train half naked back. She wanted to keep him all to herself.
A smirk of triumph touched her lips at his growl. She pushed passed the gruffness and took it as appreciation for her actions. With that confirmation, she continued to trace the length of his body, relishing the feeling of his skin. Her fingers ran over the many scars on his body and she took in each of their sad stories.
She stopped however, as he spoke, a mischievousness growing. A laugh of shock and pleasure touched her lips as she felt the nip of his teeth. She pulled away, more as an immediate reaction rather than out of shock. <"Little one?"> she questioned silently. <"And what danger do I face if I dare continue, my dangerous rider?"> Cheekiness touched her voice, but she did not relinquish her touch. Her fingers searched a bit lower for a second, just to ignite the rider's wrath. She propped herself up and regraded him from a position of 'power' and pouted down in the dark.
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 6, 2010 23:29:21 GMT 2
Chuckling good humouredly Gwyndar simply shook his head gently. He could handle his body being out of its comfort zone; he trained it that way. But when he simply found himself shocked a the inability to breath it was just a little bit too much all at once. But he could cope with a now prepared view of what was expected to come. His intentions were better than most would be at this point but in truth there was a fear of going too far with the tiny woman. What would happen if he lost himself with her. Simply became what he knew he was when he did not conciously think through his actions.
He could be deadly just without being concious about his actions. He could kill without thinking simply by defaulting to a mindset he had trained himself in, if he had killed both a rider and dragon in a state of sleep due to simple instincts what would happen when he was not fueled on drink and drugs and decided to be with a woman. Before he had not cared, simply enjoyed the moment he wanted to forget. Now he was a man, with someone he truly cared for.
Simply thinking about the danger he could put her in just by being around her hurt him emotionally. He was so desperate to show her that he was different to what everyone thought he was. That he was someone who could be trusted, someone who could love and could be human. Someone who was willing to change his entire existance to be with a woman he wanted to protect; not to just be with for a night. Silisia was different to any before he had known, she was a true person who put themself beyond their title of state of life.
Unlike Gwyndar she was not afraid to be herself.
Yet as he lay with her, feeling the delicate tracings of her hand down his well shapen body it was difficult to hold back on the appreciative noises that rolled from his throat, that danced on his tongue and roared out. He felt simply amazed to be in such a position with a woman so gentle. With someone with which he debated over the idea of waiting until she was more comfortable, more within her own comfort zone. Not stuck in a cave where he could very easily ravage her and not take heed of her own wants. There was no question of his strength.
with one of his massive arms he could hold her down firmly while with the other he could remove the remainder of her provocative clothing with little strain. He could force himself upon her in a show of power, of simple primal need. But that would prove nothing. Of everything he hd told her the one thing he promised to remain true to was that he would protect her; from anything. something like his own loins would not surpass this protective stance. He would be who she needed. The Queen after all was still seen as a mourner. She too had bourn children, had a husband. all of whom where torn from her.
Could be be one to fill a void to harshly ripped open in her heart. Enough that she trust him with such a private and intimate act? Or was he simply being someone who other thought his position with the woman he so truly desired; someone who had so far accepted everything about him that he had been willing to show. Who had proved her own loyalty and affection for him. Would it be so selfish to be the one to take what he wanted from her; if he promised to remain by her side.
Her comment however did not ease the worry that was taking hold of his person. Had she been right before? Was this all too fast? Was he moving too fast for her? Or was he simply moving too fast for himself? He had only less than an hour previously spilled his world out in front of the woman, exposed himself for what he really was. A coward and a killer. no amount of assurance would ever lift the guilt off his heart. But it seemed that she was mending the buising it had endured for so many years. <"I dont want to hurt you silisa. You are just so small ... so fragile."> He whispered, closing his eyes and feeling the woman prop herself up beside him.
Instead of joining her he simply lay himself down beside her. His head resting against the cold slab and letting him look up at the darkness around them. He did not however relinquish his hold around her. If he kept contact, he could still pretend that the situation was halfway normal. <"I am so scared to hurt you. And i could, so easily Silisa."> Leaning up slowly he took a single chaste kiss from her lips. Moving his hand to her face and gently stroking it once. <"I can't hurt you.">
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 7, 2010 18:57:40 GMT 2
A small sigh touched her lips at his lack of response. While she lay there and thought things over, confidence in the rider grew. She feared not what he would so to her. Her desire to please him, and by pleasing him, pleasing herself, swelled into a pool of untold affection. But at his thoughts, she frowned. As he lay back, she rested her arms on his chest, regarding him curiously. A small flutter of annoyance rose at the mention of her being small and fragile. A ruler of a country could not afford to be fragile. Her eyes closed as she felt him steal a brief kiss, and her annoyance evaporated. If she could not convince him with words, she would show him. Her hand gently touched the one he put on her cheek for a brief moment. She peeled away from him, but before she did, she planted a soft kiss on his cheek so that he could take reassurance that she was not angry at his words.
Her feet wound to the centre of the room, and she stood her back turned away from him. Her hand reached to her back and she tugged the strings of her dress loose. The lacing pulled free and the queen's blue dress rustled as it fell to the ground. Halting for a moment as the cold engulfed the skin of her legs that was now exposed. Her hands trailed down the silk blue corset she had chosen to wear. Vulnerability flickered through her. She was adament to prove that she trusted him. <"I went into my first battle at the age of fifteen,"> she mused, more to herself. <"I was only to regard the scene and the tactics used. The enemy over ran our soldiers and invaded the camp. I killed my first person that day, protecting my father who had been wounded. Then I was fragile. I did not sleep for days and had nightmares for years afterwards."> She walked back to him and knelt next to him on the bench. Her hand search for his and she gently coaxed it onto her thigh over a dipped scar. <"That was my first battle wound.">
Her hand remained firmly over his, and she guided it up to her waist. Although he could not feel the scar beneath the her corset, the pale reminder stretched across her waist. <"The battle when Sanglants invaded an out lying town. We were too late to save the people and we were greatly out numbered. It was a miracle that we won."> She remained calm while she spoke. How could she make him see that she could protect herself, even against him in the need called. A small shield flickered up around her forming a barrier between her and him, but almost as soon it was made, she broke it down. <"I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself, Gwyndar,"> her voice was soft, laced with desperation.
How could she make him see that she truly trusted him? She guided his had up to left breast, so that he could feel her heart beat against his palm. <"My hearts beats with your blood, my Gwyndar. You've healed me in more ways than one. I refuse to believe that you can hurt me,"> and with that, she lent down, leaving his hand in place, and kissed him, frimly on the lips. She moved herself closer to him, and enclosed his face in both her hands. <"If you truly believe that you may hurt me, we don't need to rush this.">
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 8, 2010 18:24:38 GMT 2
In the darkness all other senses seemed to heighten after a prolonged exposure. Touch seemed to be the most affected by this; causing the rider to feel more than he would normally with the hardened skin of his hands. The hairs on the back of his neck rising with the electric air around the two beings. Although he lay down in a strangely comforting position he had not anticipated the enjoyment of feeling a being above him. He felt less than empowered, he was in a position of submission. Where he had no upper hand. Still, he heard as the fabric of Silisia's dress pooled to the floor around her. Increasing his heart rate. he could hear everything, yet see nothing of what he knew to be a disrobing Queen.
Gwyndar never seemed to get what he wanted. Now he was without touch and sigh of Silisia. Able to smell her from the short space between them, hear her sharp intake of breath and the obvious shock of cold against her skin as she disrobed. Yet he could not see what he so desired; could not see the delicately pale skin of which he could remember so vividly from her encounter with him in the caves of Maldruaga. He could hear her sweet voice as she spoke of her past battles; of her encounters that left her forever scarred and wounded in a way which could only be described as horrific. He had so greatly wanted to keep her from such things that apparently she had already experiences. How was he to compete with such troubled past?
Yet he remained still, listening intently with eyes closed as she moved back toward him on the stone slab. Her breath heavy in the echoing room. Each little hitch loud enough to be heard to his trained ears. He anticipated the touch of her hand on his, the static on his skin alerting him to the hovering presence. Yet having it maneuvered to her thigh; feeling the warmth from under the soft supple skin was almost enough to drive the blinded man insane. Under his hand he felt the raised skin of what he knew well to be a scar. He had enough during his lifetime to know one by touch alone. It simply didn't suit her; much like the scar that would eventually worm under where he had applied the antidote for her poison this one simply felt unwelcome to the image of the pure and beautiful woman.
Slowly he turned on his side, easing the guidance of his hand up over the gentle contours of her body. Its vastness in the unseen eye only made her beauty more unexplainable. He could not see her; could not appreciate her beauty as it was meant for the eyes of the one to worship her. But without sight it seemed that it made the appearance all the more real. But he kept silent, not wishing to have the woman stopped in her explanation. Obviously wishing to press him further into his blissful unknowing. If only she knew how much of an effect her very being had on him, how each turn of her delicate face had him growling inside. yearning to be hers in a way he knew he was unwelcome by most.
As a creature of solitude it made the experience of being around a woman all the more worrying. He had no option but to avoid any contact with the fairer sex; opting to simply observe them as they went about their lives. they were always far more appealing when they had no idea who was watching. They did not attempt to impress anyone, did not worry about how they looked and simply enjoyed being there in that moment. In a place that made them comfortable.
That was all he truly wished for, the comfort of never worrying who was watching and why. To be able to protect the woman he adored from anything that may upset her. To be able to calm her spirits when the need arose and the have the capability to simply hold her close to him during the loneliness that was the night.
During the time where he could feel the tracing of skin under his hand the separation that forced him to flinch arose. She was a magical being, he could never forget that. Never forget to understand that she was a woman who had been trained from an age almost as young as he in the craft that would eventually be the lifesaving preserver that brought the two of them together. How could he be the one to protect her when she was so adamant in proving she could look after herself. He didn't understand.
And apparently he didn't need to. No sooner had the idea crossed his mind that he felt the very supple warmth that was Silisia's breast. Of course the initial shock had almost forced him to pull away, her heartbeat so obviously heavy under skin simply forcing the shocked man to stay still. His fingers gently caressing the smoothness beneath his palm. The heat from his own self transferring onto the tiny woman. He almost laughed at the situation, literally having been forced to handle a woman in a way he never thought was acceptable. Almost.
Her thoughts having penetrated his mind so oft that night now making the rider forget that opening his mouth to speak would be far louder than he anticipated. "I will believe you my Sil." He said gruffly, his words melding upon the woman's lips as he felt them press against his in anticipated firmness. Taking him only a moment longer to bring himself up on one elbow; leaning on his forearm as his fingers continued to drum across her fragile skin. She had begun this dance of lust and persuasion, he was not fool enough to tell a woman no.
Gently he took the arm he was leaning on and slipped it around her waist; lifting her with ease up over him and letting her slip back down aside him. All the while turning so as to not break contact with the kiss. His breathing still uneven, but far gone was the rider from even caring. Without so much as an inhale of breath he trailed the hand up her side, rolling himself so he leaned slightly more above her. Letting his hand slide up her now bare skin until he felt the material from what was obviously a woman's corset become skin once more. The tension of having no sight was an exciting experience for the rider. So used was he to having sigh guide him in his life that such ideas were preposterous.
The gruffness of his hands, of his occasional growls hidden at the back of his throat were made up in gentleness of how he touched her. Slipping his hand behind Silisia's neck to pull her upward toward him as he finally let slip his thoughts of being safe, of being careful. Giving way for his ambitious wants; his desires.
Replacing his mouth from hers Gwyndar trailed his nose along her jawline, his breaths light against her skin as he nuzzled under her skin. Kissing the spot on her jugular where he could feel a heartbeat under his lips. Gently eased when he let his tongue massage the skin he suckled on. He could taste the slight saltiness of her skin on hi tongue as he worked his way up the side of her ; up to her ear and lightly nibbling on her skin below her lobes. His hand shifting from where it had been occupied from her breast down to where he circled his fingers slowly across her navel. His wanting of her so greatly having increased it was difficult to restrain the constant growling, grunting and groaning as; each time he shifting he found he became more uncomfortable simple above her.
His mind was working far too slow for his bodily reactions. By now it would be clear that his desire for Silisia was far from simple protective instincts. No; in his wildest fantasies the ideas of finally being with a woman like her was never even possible. It took all he had to stay above her, instead of causing some terribly irreversible tears on her assumedly well crafted clothing. It would be the only way he could unclothe her when she wore such an abominable undergarment such as a corset. How woman could wear them was not something that he could afford to ponder.
Using the hand by her navel Gwyndar found the back of Silisia's knee and shifted her so that he could kneel one leg between hers, easing him so he was leaning above her. If she was able to see in the dark she would know the maddening look that not occupied his eyes. Not of simple insanity; but of lust. Dangerous, uncontrollable lust.
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 8, 2010 21:34:21 GMT 2
<"It pleases me to hear that,"> she had no time to speak outloud. The firm touch of his lips brought her comfort. While she wanted to be able to protect herself, she always feared that she would not be able to do so against the greater strength of her male competitor, especially those with magic. She felt him move closer to her, and his hand had not moved from where she had left it, and her breath hitched as his fingers caressed her tender skin. She had almost forgotten the touch of another person like that. He did not seem reluctant to her advances, but how it would end, Sil was not certain.Uncertainty echoed in her mind as his touch become a little rougher. She quickly pushed the percieved uncertainty from her mind. Allowing herself trust in him, she relaxed under his hands.
The soft touch of his hand made her submit to his manipulation her her body. While she would usually protest about been shunted around, but felt safe enough with him to allow it. Her own hand wandered into his hair as he moved to a position above her. Surprisingly, she enjoyed being in a submissive position to him. With each touch on her bare skin, Silisia found it harder to breath. Rational thought slowly left her mind in the heat of the moment. Trust in him was buildingly slowly at the gentleness of his touch. She had know men to be rough, in fact, she had never know a man to be gentle. The calousness of his hands remained vacant from her mind in the gentlness of his touch. As she felt his hand moved to her neck, and she moved up with him, keeping her lips firmly in place, and she forgot some of her apprehensions. She desired to please him.
A disappointment touched her mind only for a moment as the cold swooped down and echoed on her lips where his had been.As his lips touched her jaw, the disappointment quickly evaporated. A soft groan of pleasure escaped her lips before she could prevent it. The usually guarded queen allowed her facade to break in a moment completely unguarded. Exposed emtionally in the moment, she almost pulled away. Her eyes shut tightly and the hand in his hair tightened. Her breathing became laboured and in panic the queen realised she could not breath well enough in her corset. However, she did not want to push him away which would lead to further misunderstandings between the two.
She managed to pull a breath of air deep within her lungs as he relinquished his hand from her breast, but it was soon taken away as his hand moved further down. A jolt of electricity moved through her and her breathing stopped. Her heart pounded quickly, racing with her desires. "Gwyndar," she managed to gasp, gently pressing against his chest. Her eyes closed tightly, unsure of how to react. She could hardly breath, but she was not quote sure if she wanted to halt the moment. In the midst of his groans and growls, Silisia doubted he had even heard her plea. Taking the moment into her hands, she tried to reach back to unlace the horrible corset. Hooking one finger into the lace, she pulled and the tight lacing, protesting loosened. The lacing pulled free, but Sil left the piece of material over her, slightly bewildered at Gwyndar's loss of desire to put her protection first. Unsure how to take the man's sudden change in character, Sil remained quite still.
She found herself being pulled as he positioned himself above her. She reached up, and gently kissed his collarbone. A soft brush of her body against his made his intentions very clear to her. She quickly pulled back, unsure of the consequences of the evening. Panic slowly filled her mind again, but this time it was not because she could not breath.It had been so long since she had been with a man. Ten years. Ten long years. No one since her husband had touched her in this manner. Would she be able to allow herself to be so vulnerable in the hands of another man? She loved Gwyndar, of that she was sure, but was this stemming from love or lust? Would she even remember how?
She tried to keep her world in focus. Feeling small and fragile under the man's figure, fleeting fear entered her mind. She allowed her hand to drop from his hair, and gently trailed it down his chest. All rational thought seemed to have cruely deserted her and she found herself helpless beneath him, unsure of what she wanted. All she knew is that she wanted him. A soft light echoed into existance, illuminating the room the a very dim light. She tried to look up to him, but caught a glance of the dark desire in his eyes. Fear coarsed through her. She tenderly reached up, and touched her hand to his face. The soft fabric of her corset fell a little, and the queen quickly scrambled to pull it up over her, and she pressed her lips to his to distract him from her exposure.
Uncertainty began to swollow her. Did he truly want to be with her or was it only his primal needs talking? She closed her eyes, waiting for him to react.
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 9, 2010 12:35:40 GMT 2
in his heightened state of arousal the riders almost didn't recognize the change of lighting around the two bodies. His position of power one he knew well in his progression, yet suddenly far more exciting in a dominant position above a woman. Someone who had once known more adoring touches than perhaps he could give. someone who had loved a man she had lost. the thought of his tiny woman in the loving embrace of another man, even without there being the need to compete sparked the daemon of jealousy within Gwyndar. So much so that it caused him to huff out tensely. His hair falling over his eyes and bushing against his face as he leaned above Silisia, shifting as he returned to his workings upon the flesh of the woman he had pledged himself to. He so badly wanted to please her. She had begun this dance of sexual promiscuity that he found no reasoning against his actions.
That being said he was still able to feel as the the material beneath his hands bad become loosened. whether by force or by cause of Silisia herself it mattered not. Reaching behind the woman the heavy handed brute grasped at where he knew the connecting of threads would come loose; simply pulling the ties free and dropping them to the ground. Gwyndar had not noticed however the women pulling to cover herself back up with the corset as it fell from her as she touched his face. Whether she would complain or not he did not know. But he attempted a reassuring voice into her head. Calming an obviously uncomfortable woman. <"I wont hurt you. It's alright."> Looking down at her he tried to slow the intense lust stemming from his eyes. Apparently he had frightened her. Something he had most definitely not wanted to do.
<"Trust me."> He crooned, looking to where he had taken the laces from the corset and dropped them to the ground. He did much the same with the corset itself soon after. Marveling once it was gone at the expanse of skin around her back. The softness of her skin tearing from him a most guttural groan, followed without much hesitation the touch of his lips against the woman's collarbone. kissing and gently licking at the tender skin he travelled down; his hands rubbing circles around her hips and waist as the mans touch travelled down the valley between Silisia's breasts, suckling on the skin down to her belly button.
His attempts at the subtlety of gentle ease had left the man wanting only more from his actions against the small woman. every touch had the man wanting to take her there on the stone slab. Cold and hard he knew it was not ideal for a woman as special as Silisia. Yet he knew he could not stop, even if the want became of him. He was far gone and could not see a way that without her telling him he could stop. Slowly, he looked back up at the tiny woman, a hint of a smile on his face. <"Like this you are not Queen Silisia. Now you are just a beautiful-"> Making a very obvious trail up from her naval again the rider let his own body make contact with hers as he slid back up to her neck. <"-Intelligent-"> Reaching her collarbone he suckled slowly on the warm skin. <"-Strong, woman.">
Kissing gently on her chin he brought his hands to her face; cupping either side of her face against her cheeks and looking down at her. trying to even his breathing that was hard with the list he felt around her. <"I love you; remember that.">
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 9, 2010 17:19:04 GMT 2
No sooner she had loosened her constraints, she felt him reach over and loosen the strands that held her corset in place. Wide eyed, she looked at him, gauging what was happening. Suddenly feeling very much exposed and vulnerable under him. Perhaps she had made the biggest mistake when she provoked him. She knew it was her own fault how this was turning out. Yet, ay the sound of his soothing voice in her mind, she relaxed. Well, as relaxed as she could be with a gorgeously sculpted man above her. The irony ran clear in the situation. A few minutes ago she had tried to convince him that he would not hurt her, and now her doubt was reassured by a man who had had so little trust in his own actions. With a small glance up into his eyes, trying to see the truth, and found the lust that had made her nervous diminished.
A small, wry smile touched her lips at his words. It would be very hypocritical of her not to trust him after she had pushed him to believe that he would not hurt her. She took comfort in the fact that he had pledged himself to her.
"I'll trust you," she whispered, her voice sounding small and unsure. Even though her voice was soft, it rung unnaturally loud against the cold stone walls of the cave. As soon as her anxiety eased, it flared up again. She found herself bare and exposed in his prescence. She blushed and glanced away. No man had seen her like this for ten long years, and she felt like a young, virganal girl again. However, she could not dwell on it for long. The soft touch of his lips and tongue against her body pushed her doubts from her mind. A soft groan of pleasure touched her lips before she could bit it back. The ever so controlled queen was quickly becoming uninhibited. A sharp intake of breath ripped through her as she found his lips traveling further down. She arched, very aware of every mark he had on her body. His touch burnt into her skin. She felt herself surrender to her touch and his hands wandered and explored. His touches encouraged her to run her hands down his back, running her nails along his skin.
Her desire to please him took over. As he towered over her, she took in the the smallest marks on her body. As he looked up at her, a smile almost present, she relaxed. A soft breath of air escaped her lips. His words brought her comfort. A smile echoed on her lips. Her eyes closed in bliss as she felt his lips move up her body. As his body touched hers, she wraped her arms around him. The feel of him against her reminded her of what he desire. <"I am glad you finally see me as more than a queen,"> she laughed, enjoying his compliments. As she took deep, heavy breaths she felt her body brushing against his bare chest. The man towered over her, and instead of fearing him she felt safe under his body.
As he relinquished his kisses, thought had time to move through her mind. The soft touch of his hands on her face. She looked at him intently, very aware of her bare body pressed against his. At his words, she reached up, and pressed her lips to his. Relief flooded her body. He would do what was best for her. She could trust that he loved her enough not to hurt her. Her lips slowly traveled down his neck. Nipping him gently, Silisia allowed her hands to wandered down the length of the man's body. Soothing his neck with a kiss.
<"I will remember that always,"> she pulled away and looked up into his eyes. <"You make me happy, my brave, strong, handsome Gwyndar."> Her fingers gently brushed across the line of his waist band. She fondly smile at him. <"I can't believe you chose me,"> she marveled.
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 10, 2010 16:46:01 GMT 2
The return of the action from Silisia drew out a low, heavy groan that grew louder the longer he felt her own lips upon his skin. Lowering to his neck causing him to crane his head back to open up the area. It was seemingly one of the few extra sensitive areas on his massive body. Reacting more to the gentle touch of her kisses however the scratching at his back only increased his masochistic love of pain that he had known through training. Yet the way she was always on contact; it was so much better than simply training. If he could just ravage her eery second of the day he would be a very happy man.
Still, he shifted with a jolt as her hands travelled down to his waistband. He looked down with a cheeky smirk. So she was someone who knew what she was doing. Although he had slept with a few women in his time they had been ones to want all the sensitivity that he had; never reciprocating the feelings. They were in for the short time; not long term. For her to even have such an effect on his was amazing. He was so difficult to crack sometimes, refusing anyone entry into his head. Sometimes even blocking out Siluth from his thoughts; how was it that this tiny woman was able to break through that shell. One who he should have been ready to flee from or fight. Magic on blade. Never hand to hand/ Strangely enough he always knew it was wrong to harm a woman with his hand; slapping and punching was far less satisfying anyway.
<"If I remember correctly. You chose me"> He thought slowly, all train of thoughts simply struggling to get through as the gentle hands slowly divulged over his skin. Any other thought that made its way into his head was broken; laced with a lusting for the little woman under him. Images thankfully had been spared from his head. If she had seen that ... oh dear.
Returning to his ministrations the hulk of a man gently took his hands from the womans' face and ran his fingers down her sides, one reaching up on her right side to slowly run his hand over her breast. massaging it under his heavy hand with such care that the actions were performed with more care than when he crafted his arrows. Sleek and thin they were made so one of a kind that to lose one without cause meant the rider became grumpy at his own stupidity. How he could be so harsh with the heavy blades he carried; used to gripping onto the slightly ragged scales on the back of his dragon ... climb trees without so much as breaking the skin.
Lowering his head to his hand he gently kissed and sucked on the surrounding flesh, his thumb coming to sweep over the tip of her breast. <"Just tell me if you want me to stop."> He shifted his mouth to her other breast, sucking on the skin once more while his hand continued rubbing over the little tip. <"Show me what you are comfortable with.">
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 10, 2010 23:52:20 GMT 2
Encouraged by his sounds of pleasure, the small woman continued her kisses along his neck, and down to his chest. If someone had proposed to her that she would be with the murderous Gwyndar of children’s nightmares in such an intimate fashion, she would have laughed and been offended at the thought. Yet, here she was, caught in his embraced far more intimately than she had been with anyone in so many years. She felt safer with him covering her, hiding her exposed body. The taste of his skin entered her mind, and she was slowly able to be less self conscious around him. It pleased her to please him. A few moments ago she had been caught in her own frustration that he had not wanted to treat her like another normal human being, and now it all had been thrown to the wind. Confusion touched her mind. Surely these things did not happen this fast. As her lips explored the wild unknown of his body, she tried to quieten her mind.
Her hand quickly pulled back at his shift. Perhaps her touch had pushed him further than he wanted to go. But the cheeky glance of his put her back at ease. A shy, bashful look entered her eyes as she regarded him with girl like naivety, as though she knew nothing of what her touches were doing to him. Delicately, she traced her fingers further up on his torso, allowing herself to catch some breath. Insanity, that’s what it was. It was the only logical answer to her situation. They had called her the ice queen, by here, under his delicate touches; she had melted to reveal her true self, with all her insecurities. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to gather up some of her more rational senses. Stop, they told her, before things got too intense. Before she could give herself to him and leave herself open to his mercies. Yet, it was too late for that. She was already at his mercy.
< “I may have,”> she replied back, non committal. < “You did not have to say yes though.”> Her fingers hooked in his waist band as they found their way further down, and she gently tugged down. The movement was not enough to cause much movement from his trousers, but from where she was positioned; she could not relinquish him of it. She pouted slightly, noting how unfair it was that she was utterly exposed to him, and he was not to her. It was her fault though. She had denied him of the opportunity and made herself completely vulnerable to him. She did not regret it though. Without all her queenly adornments, he had been able to look past her title and truly see her.
His words stopped and Sil felt his hands upon her again. For a man so large and coarse, his touches were delicate and tender. Silisia arched, completely taken aback by the change in character. < “Oh God, I can’t think like this, Gwyn,”> she gasped, as she was enveloped by the sensation of his touches. A small groan of pleasure left her lips. Honestly, right now she ceased to care. Her own lust very soon mingled in with her uncertainty and began to win. If she was completely ready to give in to him was another question. With any other man, the answer would have been no from the beginning, but with Gwyn, everything was different.
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Post by Gwyndar on Jul 11, 2010 16:11:24 GMT 2
Mumbling incoherent words against her skin the riders mind bubbling with lust and confusion attempted to push away from rationality. Throwing all intentions to be the true man of gentlemanly behavior away and only caring once more of his own priorities. Changes to his mood always came sure and fast; never remaining too long in the same mind set. It was how he had coped during his time in the wild of the outdoors. If he was to always stay in the same mind the madness would have set in more than it had done so far. At least given his mood swings he had some sort of entertainment to provide for his dragon who in turn would keep the man in the right head.
Ducking his head down so that his forehead lay against her flat stomach, the rider felt another growl rumble from his throat. The timid little woman had been changed so easily it seems through his assertions of confidence. through his words she too had seemingly thrown her hair down, let loose and become someone changed simply with a few touches to her abdomen. But to so gayly attempt to disrobe him had show the rider just how wanton the little woman was becoming.
Despite the ensuing actions both from Gwyndar and Silisia, somewhere in the back of his head he knew what he was doing had been wrong. Where was the true understanding of what she wanted? She had told him to believe that he would not hurt her but had she asked him to be so readily accepting of her actions and to throw her into the deep end of his lusting passion for her. So much so that initially she had been shocked and afraid of how he had reacted to her. That was not what he had intended. Even though every fiber of his physical self was begging for the release of being with a woman, every tingling sensation had him yearning to go further than he was sure he was ready for. With her anyway.
It had taken quite a bit of effort for him simply to open to her, to warm to her thoughts and accept whatever connection between them had been forged. But how could he have been so stupid as to think that such actions he had given to her would have little more an effect than simply showing his affection. no, the two had changed from what they knew would be correct. At least, that was how Gwyn was seeing things.
With the thought of silisia not being able to think in the state he had put her in. The rider pulled his head back up and took a gulping breath. Trying to even his heavy panting and closed his eyes tightly. Trying to dispel the damage he had done to himself thus far. <"If you cannot think ... Then how can you tell me 'no',"> He said in a strained mental line of thought. If he were to continue, if he kept her in a state of lusting for him, it would ruin him for what he truly felt of her. So many times he had found sleeping with a woman to find her different the next morning. He would not let her be gone so fast.
<"Too fast. I've gone far too fast Sil."> He thought quietly, trying to kneel back up again and bringing a hand to his face, rubbing his eyes in defeat. <"I apologize. I am far more easily susceptible to lust when I am not within my own control."> Pushing himself up from the stone he removed himself from the stone slab; stepping firmly on the ground and trying to get his footing. Pacing once he was steady while keeping his eyes covered by his hand. He was embarrassed only slightly, more ashamed that he had been so quick to jump at the chance to be with someone.
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jul 12, 2010 16:58:24 GMT 2
Straining to hear the soft words emitted from the rider’s lips that drowned in the softness of her skin, Silisia closed her eyes. The whole event seemed to becoming a blur of twisted emotions, and was created surreal in the woman’s mind. Utterly drawn into the moment, she could not form, or speak words to him. Her mind raged in the uncertainty and certainty of the moment. Ambivalence reigned supreme in the woman’s mind. What was clear was that she loved Gwyndar, infamous murderer, rouge dragon rider, wanderer, the feared; Gwyndar, her saviour and protector and thief of her heart. What madness that had possessed her mind the day she had sought him out she thanked. The question lingered stale in her mind. Would these actions be truly what were good for them? With that thought, doubt flicked in, and gently led her astray from her lustful mind. It loomed like a guarded follower, attempting to help the young queen, so easily led astray.
Silisia had always been ever guarded around men, and would remain so with most of the nobles who sought her affections. Yet Gwyn, having no desire for her prestige and wealth had tucked his way through her closed affections and had opened the queen’s heart. She wrapped her fingers with an affectionate tenderness in his hair as she felt his head open her stomach. Her eyes closed in a blissful abandon, and her deep breaths were countered by the touch of his features. It was hard to believe that for so long the two had been worlds apart, and on many levels they still were. The levels, however, were regarded as insignificant to Silisia. The thought of her being viewed as better than him in public eyes merely by birth right drew only annoyance and impatience from the queen. That type of thinking led to inhuman actions by the nobles.
Suddenly distracted by that thought, the queen resolved to go to Rivadon in the next few days. Wildly impulsive, the queen had been known to change her mind at the drop before anyone knew her original thoughts and often the court would not see her for days while she embarked on one of her impulsive journeys. If Gwyndar would go with her, she would take him happily, so long as he did not try preventing her from doing what her heart told her was right. Whether or not her actions would be life threatening, she needed to fulfil them. It was the same idea that had led her up a mountainside, perilously close to danger.
Hope grew within her heart, as she felt the rider’s hair within her fingers. She gently stroked his hair back in place and lifted her hand from his head. Perhaps, just perhaps, with him she could just be Silisia, whose heart belongs to Gwyndar. Yet, she knew deep down, every turn she took would be faced with her reality. Even her most trusted noble would probably doubt her judgement in this case. It was a wonder he even followed the queen with his beliefs about magic.
With a jolt of surprise, she found him pull back. Her laboured breathing matched his and for the first time in the last few moments rational thought rushed into her mind, like icy breaths. Chilled, she looked at him carefully as she caught hold of her speeding heart. A small frown touched her brow at his words. He was right. Of course he was right. She closed her eyes in defeat for a moment. <”You’re right,”> she concluded. <”I would not be able to say no.”> She did not even know if she wanted to say no, or yes for that matter. In the wake of rational reality the queen felt exposed to the eyes of the man she was with. Slow was better. She had always known that and had promised herself never to rush into such a thing. It always changed everything.
She nodded at his words, gulping back the feeling of impending loss. <”I’m the one who should be sorry.”> The soft touch of her mental voice was laced with uncertainty and sadness. Would this change his feeling about her? Perhaps he had had a change of mind. She quickly pushed the thought from her mind. They were silly, invalid thoughts. As he moved away, she gingerly took the blanket and wrapped it around her exposed body. With a slight curiosity, she wondered why he was covering his eyes. She slowly slid off the bench, moved over to and picked up her dress. With one fluid movement, she slipped it over her head. Properly covered, she let the blanket slip to the floor. Carefully she moved over to him.
“It’s ok,” she whispered. “We can take it slow.” The queen gave him a glance and moved over to the stone slab, on her way picking the blanket up. She remained silent for a moment, merely watching him. Folding her legs underneath her, the queen looked like a young girl with childish abandon. “Come back to... bed,” she raised her eyebrows in amusement at the last word. She could hardly call the stone bench a suitable bed, but with him, it felt like home.
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