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Post by E on Apr 23, 2006 17:28:13 GMT -5
“Damn this stupid leather and these stupid needles!” she shouted as stuck her finger in her mouth after pricking it yet again. She’d have taken it to the tanner hours ago, but she wanted it patched for the ride tonight and the tanner had taken the day off. Turning the whole coat, she started the stitching once again. She was nearly done with the patch, but her patience with it had grown thin.
She had been sitting there most of the day now, in the grass near the river, working on the torn coat. Her old one had grown too small and this was the first one she was able to find. Shoes off and toes happy in the grass, Amoare wondered as she worked if she’d have time for a swim afterwards. She didn’t, however, want wet hair for the ride P’resh had promised her.
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Post by Memorie on Apr 23, 2006 17:42:21 GMT -5
Although Merda walked calmly enough out of the Weyrhall, P'resh ran by her and out to the Bowl. "Pardon me, Weyrwoman!" he called on his way by, politely, though he was rushing by her. Kaunth had informed him that Caliath would soon rise, and P'resh had no intention of letting just any girl help him through the Flight. He had to find Amoare. "Where is that blasted girl!?" he yelled in frustration. Caliath was alresady blooding her first kill, so there was no time to waste.
Riverside, Kaunth uttered, busy with his own kills. P'resh sweated to find the girl. Caliath beginning her second kill now.
P'resh stumbled along to the river, but his path was impeded by a girl. A pretty girl, but not his Amoare. Where was she? How could she be away from him now? And who was this girl? P'resh's usually sharp memory was being thickened by lust. Kaunth had his second kill down and was starting on his third.
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Post by E on Apr 23, 2006 17:48:59 GMT -5
As soon as the gold had taken to the feeding grounds, Pleta and her friends were heading back to the barracks to change for the occasion. Seriously, who would pass up a chance at such strong, lustful men? It was to her delightful surprise, however, that she had stumbled upon one even before he reached the feeding grounds. The idea of luring him away before anyone else could take him crossed her mind.
“Well Hello Sexy…” she said, quickly noticing the signs of lust beginning in his face. That face… It was familiar. Oh! he was the bronzer with Amoare. Well she’d have to make sure to tell the girl she had managed to bed him before her then. “Come, let me help you out…” As she spoke she reached out to take the mans hand…
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Post by Memorie on Apr 23, 2006 18:00:57 GMT -5
P'resh shook his head stupidly. "No. I'll find her. You go," he said, and his normal sense shined as he waved her away with a dismissory gesture. "Uhm, riverbank. Yeah," he said. But his hand was still in hers. "Hey," he said, becoming even more clouded. His judgement was slipping. He turned back to the river, and he thought he saw a hunched over shape. "Amoare," he said loudly. "'Moare!" The girl who had taken his rather large hand was guiding him back to the Weyr. "No...Amoare!"
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Post by E on Apr 23, 2006 18:12:27 GMT -5
Amoare paused mid stitch as she looked up. Had she heard her name? What her eyes found made her clench her jaw tightly. What was that wherry-headed Pleta thinking holding on to HER bronzers hand? Throwing her coat to the side she jumped up and walked quickly toward the pair.
“Oh how good of you to come Amoare! You better hurry to the feeding grounds though, or you’ll not have a man for yourself.” Pleta said sticking her tongue out at the younger girl as she continued to haul the lustful man toward the nearest weyr.
“Don’t even Pleta…” Amoare answered grabbing Pleta’s wrist and dragging her to a halt. Turning to P’resh, it was not hard to see that something was wrong… very wrong. “P’resh??” she asked a little confused, why was he going with her anyways?
“Oh you didn’t know did you? Well the sr queen has finally risen. All the riders are filling with their dragons lust. And I said… Go get your own!” shaking Amoare’s hand from her wrist she pulled at P’resh again.
Understanding fell upon Amoare. The gold flight… Kaunth was going to fly… Then understanding of what Pleta meant about the men. It didn’t take a second thought in Amoare’s mind before her left knuckles met Pleta’s cheekbone…
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Post by Memorie on Apr 23, 2006 18:25:11 GMT -5
P'resh's hand was released in a hurry as Pleta grasped her cheek. "'Moare," P'resh said weakly. Caliath was finishing her fourth kill, and Kaunth was already in the air, waiting to take after her. "You have to help me," he said, taking her hand and leading her past the girls and Pleta, still clutching her face. "We'll see how many men she gets now," he said. Now that Kaunth was waiting, he had regained some of his senses. He led them up to his own Weyr.
Caliath took to the skies, and P'resh stumbled on the stairs as Kaunth took after her. "Go Kaunth! Go!" he said stupidly. Of course, Kaunth couldn't win. P'resh skittered to his feet and led on. When they got to the Weyr, he sat on the bed, moving the kitten--now more of a cat--to the floor, where he rubbed P'resh ankles. "We wait," he said, starting to sweat from the amount of lust overtaking him.
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Post by E on Apr 23, 2006 18:46:50 GMT -5
Anger was not a common thing for Amoare, but she was certainly angry now. Raising her fist to hit the women again, she was caught off guard as it was caught by a larger, well known hand. Turning at the sound of P’resh’s voice, she nodded and followed him quickly up the stairs.
Watching as he sat on the bed, she found herself fidgeting, not sure of how she was going to help. She had heard of the lust that over took men during the time of a flight and she was not sure how she would handle such a driven man. She was sure, however, that it would not be Pleta who would be helping him.
“What do I do, P’resh?” she asked as she sat beside him, placing a hand on his lower back. Seeing him begin to sweat, Amoare’s eyebrows rose slightly before she made up her mind and started pulling his shirt off. If he was sweating then he was too hot and that was something she could help him with.
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Post by Memorie on Apr 23, 2006 18:59:22 GMT -5
Kaunth flew after Caliath, faster and faster, wings sweeping air beneathe them as he chased her. In the weyr, P'resh felt Amoare's gentle, soft hands pulling his shirt over his head. "That's a beginning," he said, reaching foward to return the favor. "I didn't mean to do this yet...I didn't know...If you don't want to, I won't make you, but I don't know what else to do...I love you." He trailed off, his shirt coming over his mouth. His stomach flexxed and his arms rippled with the effort of hoisting her over ot him to remove her own shirt. He kissed her lips a bit roughly as Kaunth reached Caliath. Oh, he was so close...but she slipped from his clutches once again, and Kaunth whistled, irritated. P'resh hissed with his dragon, eyes narrowing at an enemy only the dragon could see. But P'resh was Kaunth, and the dragon's eyes were the rider's as well. "She won't slip away next time," he vowed, pulling Amoare closer to him.
A human thought occured to him, Gently, if she lets you.
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Post by E on Apr 23, 2006 19:22:23 GMT -5
Amoare shook her head at his words. If this was what he needed when his dragon flew, she was going to attempt to help him with it. That didn’t mean she might back out later on, but for now it seemed simple enough. Removing his shirt, she smiled never growing old at the sight of him.
Feeling herself being pulled to him, she returned his rough kiss with an equal vigor. If there was something she’d never grow tired of it was his rough kisses. Lifting her arms, she broke off the kiss as the shirt slid over her own head. Hearing him voice to Kaunth, Amoare wondered how the flight was going.
“Don’t worry P’resh… Kaunth may still be trying to catch the queen… but you’ve already caught my heart.” she said kissing him again.
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Post by Memorie on Apr 23, 2006 19:32:06 GMT -5
P'resh nodded. "We were so close," he whispered to Amoare. "We almost had her. But we have you. Yeah," he said, smiling at her kiss. He stroked her hair, determined to do this right. "You're too good, I say," he told her, love and lust both coloring his voice. He kissed her face all over, foreead to chin, cheek to cheek. Then he planted his lips squarely on hers, pulling her on top of his chest. It wouldn't happen in quite this position, but these things had to start somewhere. He saw Caliath, gliding into the sun, and oh, how his eyes hurt, they burned. P'resh shut his eyelids as Kaunth dropped two sets to the light.
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Post by E on Apr 23, 2006 19:43:42 GMT -5
Smiling at his words, Amoare was pleased to find his teasing lips back on hers as she was pulled forward. Finding herself on top of him, she couldn’t help but recognize the fun position from past nights, it was defiantly a spot for the dominate one. She wasn’t about to waist it.
If his lips could tease, then so could hers and she waisted no time in proving it as she began to let her lips wander down his neck and onto his warm chest as her hands wandered down to the waistline of his pants where she hooked her fingers to keep him from rolling her off him.
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Post by Memorie on Apr 23, 2006 19:49:18 GMT -5
"Oh," P'resh said simply as her lips teased him, and her hand found his waistline. Almost disappointed as it stopped there, he tried to maintain dominance, but found that she wasn't willing to let him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his own hands found the back of her own pants and began to play with the line there. He tensed; the Flight was on. There was no returning now. He began to tentatively slip her pants off, untying the drawstring first. Briefly, he wondered if she'd let him, and then remembered her words.
Kaunth sped forward, his smaller size allowing him to weave between the larger, bulkier beasts. Oh, how Caliath's beautiful golden hide glinted in the sun she was so unabashedly trying to lose him in. Her wings, transluents powers of beauty, beat against the atmosphere, leaving her pursuers in her wake.
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Post by E on Apr 23, 2006 20:20:36 GMT -5
Amoare was surprised to find P’resh slowly moving her pants down, almost tenitivly. Smiling as she planted a last kiss just above the button on his stomach, she sat up, her hips rotating against his anatomy without her thinking of it. Reaching behind her, she picked off his hands gently as she rotated her hips forward again.
“Now, now… I’m not done with you yet…” she said, her own voice slowly beginning to mirror the lust of the bronze riders. Putting his hands above his head, she put her weight into holding them there even though she knew he’d be able to break the hold if he wanted to. Leaning down, she kissed him on the lips once again.
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Post by Memorie on Apr 23, 2006 20:36:23 GMT -5
Amoare's lips found P'resh's again, and he allowed her to overcome him and put his own wrists above his head. He kissed her back, and reacted to her hips. "Why do you tease me so, Woman?" he whispered between kisses, eyes losing focus altogether. His fingers entertwined with his own, but there wasn't much more for him to do to her besides rise and fall with her rotating hips. His thoughts went from her teasings, to him overpowering her as she must know he could, to his dragon's thoughts. Both rider and drgon found himself even more enlustened by his mate's actions, and Kaunth soared after the golden Queen.
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Post by E on Apr 23, 2006 20:42:34 GMT -5
Amoare could not ignore the feeling of P’resh as he rose to meet her each time she leaned forward and back. It took her a moment to realize exactly what action it was that he had referred to as ‘teasing’, but when she had, she broke from his lips and smiled.
“Tease? Oh I haven’t even begun to tease you yet.” she said, her eyes dancing as she gazed down at him and rotated her hips again, this time on purpose as she watched for his reaction. Strange it was, that even topless she was not cold, bit in fact very warm here above him. Strange, it also was, that the feeling of him between her legs as she straddled him was not an unpleasant on… If this was such fun… what would the next step feel like?
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