Lustful Evenings (Rated R)

[Memorie]

Amoare's warmth emanated from her lowers, and P'resh sighed as she teased him yet more. Her movements became much more deliberate, and P'resh struggled for a moment against her weight on his hands and wrists, before deciding to ride this one out and let her do her worst. "No matter what you do, I can return it twice as much," he warned her, smiling seductively and rising to meet her again and again. Her straddling legs felt good on each side of his, and his body language told her so as he finally fought off her hands and wrapped them around her to pull her down harder on him. He instantly regretted it; he might have hurt her. "I'm sorry," he told her. And while he did not let her go, he did stop pulling her down.

[E]

Amoare smiled at P’resh’s threat, knowing full well that every one before now had been executed just as he had promised. She couldn’t help wanting to question it, however, as she kissed him yet again. “Oh no you can’t.” she argued playfully as she felt him rise up to her once again.

Feeling her hands suddenly brushed aside as he wrapped the strong hands around her to pull her down, she let out a playful yelp. That yelp, however, turned into a slight intake of breath as she felt him press hard against her. There was something about that feeling… feeling him there… It was like a kiss… but much more intense.

“Oh stop apologizing you.” she said, enforcing her words with a rough kiss as she let her hands wander down his chest again. Finding her way to his pants, she did not stay teasing on his waistline, but instead found the courage to run along the top of the material, curious as to the part of him that had been meeting her so often now.

[Memorie]

"Okay," he told her, after she reprimanded him for apoligizing. His words were muffled by her rough lips on his, a feeling which he gratefully returned. Her fingers found his hardness, and the intensity of of his want to share it with her grew dramatically. He pulled his own hands back from 'round her waist. "You'd best not do that until you are absolutely finished with me." Rising now into her hand, though clothed, P'resh gasped at the reaction he recieved. Apparently, it was more fun with someone you loved.

Kaunth still chased the golden beauty.

[E]

Amoare couldn’t help but giggle as she felt his lips move beneath hers in a quick reply before returning the kiss. Finding him breaking away again, she almost put a pout on her lips. It was quickly changed into a playful grin, however, at his words and the gasp that followed as he met her hand this time.

“And who ever said…” as she spoke her fingers curled slightly around him as far as the tight material would allow. “… that this was not part of my plan?” Sliding her hand down roughly, she released her slight grip to slide her fingers up lightly in contrast, almost in attempt to tickle him there.

[Memorie]

He bit his lip almost to blood when she played with him. "If it's part of your plan, I wish you'd get on with it," he said. But it wasn't entirely truthful, of course, and he somewhat enjoyed her ministrations. "You're worse than I thought you'd be, lady," he whisper-moaned into her ear, nibbling on the lobe after he said it. His hands went to her breasts, perky though they already were, and played with them, running his fingernails around them, tickling until he came to her nipples. Pulling her down to him, he kissed one, then licked it. "I can tease too."

[E]

Amoare enjoyed the feeling of his large, strong hands as they caressed then teased her breasts. Her jaw went slack, however, as she felt his soft lips touch them. A shiver of delight running down her spine she instantly decided that he shouldn’t be doing that.

Removing her hand from his stiff pants, she put both on his cheeks and finally laid completely on him again as she lifted his face away from her breast and to her lips. Kissing him, she found her own passion growing even though she was not directly latched to a dragon in flight. To think of the lust that must have been inside that rider right then… it was enough to make Amoare want nothing more than to kiss the energy right out of him.

[Memorie]

P'resh found the girl kissing him, as she had pulled his head away from her wonderful breasts. His hands wandered up and down her back, touching every bare surface with his fingernails. He kissed her back, just as passionately as she gave him, shivering not with chill, but with pure excitement and adrenaline.

His hands found the back of her pants again, and once more, he tried to help her out of them. He wanted her so bad, now, and she was teasing him. Outside, though he was still chasing the golden Queen, Kaunth's deep brassy voice reflected P'resh's frustrations.

[E]

Amoare wriggled with delight at the feel of his hands wandering her back, nails teasing her skin would have tickled if she was not longing for his touch. She loved him, every bit of him. As his fingers wandered over her back, she let her own wander thru his hair and against the back of his neck.

Feeling his hands tugging at her waistline, Amoare couldn’t hold in the giggle at his persistence. Tempted as she was to tease him further, she decided to give in. She knew he was affected by the dragon lust and stories of how rough men could be when under such influences; she figured it would be better not to tease him too much. She could save that for later.

Lifting herself so there was actually air between them, she allowed him to slide the material off her, moving her legs to offer an easier time. Once he was done, her lips found his again, but not for long as she began a trail of kisses down his chest. Her hands went ahead of her, finding his own pant’s line. Finding the ties there, she toyed with them, but did not undo them. Instead she simply pulled his hips closer to her as she let her tongue tease the sensitive skin just above the material.

[Memorie]

P'resh shook his head, now throughly irritated. This flame-scarred girl was trying to kill him! He took it, though, simply because this would be her first time, and he didn't need to ruin it with roughness and humiliate her. Her mouth danced across his lower stomach, above his pantsline, and he moaned and grimaced. "Amoare," he mumbled, hopefully plaintively.

His hand lowered to caress her cheek, and he was careful not to pull her hair as he did so. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't want to scare her off.

[E]

With each kiss Amoare planted, she slowly found herself becoming a little more intoxicated with P’resh’s firm body. Having grown up in the weyr, Amoare was generally unaffected by the dragon flights, most of which she hadn’t even been of age by. Now, however, with herself so close to the man she loved, his lust and the lust of his dragon whom she was closer to than any other in the weyr, the gold candidate found herself slowly feeling that hungry lust herself.

Taking the skin around his navel between her teeth, Amoare bit it lightly as she finally tugged a little roughly at the ties she had been playing with. His pants now much looser on his frame, she wandered away from them again, leaving them still on.

Moving back up to his face, she kissed him, this time with more than her lips, but letting her tongue find its way into his mouth as well, seeking out his own as her left hand fell down the length of his arm, fingernails lightly scratching the skin.

[Memorie]

Amoare bit his stomach, and it made P'resh crazy. He could feel her finally untie his own pants, and he sighed when she pulled away from them. But the sigh was cut off as her tongue found his in his mouth, and her hand slipped into his. When he wrapped his fingers round hers, he brought it up to lay on his chest, though he didn't let go.

Kissing her back, he finally felt like it was his turn to spearhead, so to speak, this union, and he placed his other hand in the small of her back, and successfully flipped her. Outside, Kaunth roared his approval and glee. He was gaining on the Queen. In the weyr, P'resh slid his hand out from under his love, and finally pulled off his own pants. He didn't enter her yet, however, preferring that she first get used to his weight and become comfortable with what they were about to do. He had completely forgotten, in his lust, that she was weyrbred and probably knew stories of these things, thugh she had never done them herself.

[E]

Amoare found herself on her back with the bronze rider wasting no time rolling on top of her. Breaking her kiss, she pushed him away ever so slightly and gave him a playfully securitizing look, a look that took all of her willpower to produce as the dragonlust slowly grew within her.

“Who said I was done?” she asked playfully, but her voice had grown slightly husky. Finding that she did not like the space between them, she put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him back down to her, letting their tongues intertwine once again.

Feeling him take of his pants, she stiffened ever so slightly, but she felt the roar of Kaunth’s approval. Though she did not know how, she found some comfort in it. Kaunth would never let P’resh hurt her not that she ever believed he would.

[Memorie]

"I did," he said tersely, though he pulled back from her kisses when he felt her stiffen beneathe him. "You alright?" he asked, concerned. It wouldn't be good for him if she pulled away from him, but he wouldn't rape her, no, not his pretty Amoare. He'd get over it, and let her come back to him when she was ready. If she wasn't ready, that is.

[E]

Finding P’resh pulling away from her this time, a worried look came on her face. Why wouldn’t she be alright? Realizing he must have felt her hesitation, she gabbed his face in both her hands and forcibly pulled his lips to hers.

“I am always alright when I’m with you.” She said when she was finally done administrating a long, rough carress to his lips. Letting her hands fall from his face, she slowly slid her long fingers down his chest and around his ribcage to dance along his back. By Faranth how she loved this man!

[Memorie]

P'resh was firmly reassured as her kisses became rougher and her demeanor told him what he wanted to hear and know. Nodding with assurance, he returned his kisses as she gave them. Her fingers teased his back, and he shivered. His own hands went through her hair, silky and fine as it was, and he was careful, once again, not to pull it.

After he was sure she was accustomed to him and his weight, he began to make the first attempt to actually enter her. Finding warmth and moisture there, he had to hold himself back from being entirely too rough, and he exercised much restraint and pulled back, giving her a second to absorb the shock. Then he tried again.