Post by fallinrayne216 on Nov 14, 2005 20:25:35 GMT -5
Last seven posts of Gold Flight:
Hot lust burned through Her blood. Savath-Kyparla couldn’t help but crooned happily… almost maliciously when she heard the fighting that was going on around her… all for her. ‘Funny… they should fight, none are going to have me.’
Feeling a presence above her and craned her long graceful neck, trying to find out whom. ’Kedenth…’ She also felt Malekith. ’Ummm…’ Visions of a hot jungle and high cliffs wove through her mind. She felt, heard his voice calling to her… he was tempting her as was every other bronze brown and blue. She remembered his soft caresses against her hide and felt a pull deep inside.
Savath back winged, she was tiring too much energy she had wasted on sprinting toward her mountains… she would have to out think them, and then she would have her freedom. Slowing down quickly she turned sharply to her left…so sharp that it seemed she stood on her wing tip. It took only a moment and she was headed back through the middle of her fair. Feeling the males so close, the fire in her belly one hotter than any she had ever known began to flare again. She had to… she had to get away from them… only open air kissing her wings would cool it.
~ ~ ~
Kezna hadn’t had to tell the young woman twice… Cera had been more than willingly to seek out the riders. Only one was going to win the Flight… the rest were up for grabs afterwards and she was more than hungry for a rider to share her bed. A few of the older women had said that a rider inspired by Flight Lust was better than most… ‘Now which will it be?’ The dark haired woman with ice blue eyes took the time to look over the riders.
The lusty woman saw K’var and the look of lust on his face… ‘such a handsome man…’ She hoped he didn’t win. After all he was too young to be Weyrleader… that wasn’t her only reason for hoping though. ’E’mion? R’lan? D’lyn?’ She had plenty of time… right now she just had to get their young Weyrwoman back to her weyr. Taking her by the upper arm Cera led the redhead back toward the rider’s weyrs. ’The rest will follow.’ Looking back she saw several other women… some quite young. ’Looks like I’ll have competition.’
Kyparla felt the woman’s hands on her and she let out a hiss…trying to pull away, but she was far too caught up in her gold’s Fight to resist much. Her feet betrayed, she soon followed beside the taller woman.
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Ke'das heard Kyparla move. His eye's opening, he blindly followed her, his loins tight and his mind supplying him with devious images. He would not win, but somehow his sick, twisted mind decided he had to have Kyparla. Even if she was unwilling.
Cirovocth quickly used his wings one last time, but knew he would not last. He let himself glide a way, tail straight and paw's clawing at the air. The blue wanted to have his way...oh so badly. Flapping his wing's, he realized he was the farthest behind.
---
A part of T'lon saw the woman bringing Kyparla away, pulling her back from the riders surrounding her. The circle followed, hemming in the Gold rider. T'on would have likely snapped at the woman, still instinctually trying to keep the competetition even for Savath, but he was too far gone in the flight to do much other than follow Kyparla away.
Teranth, on the other hand, bugled his triumph as he saw Savath whirl, flying straight back towards the Flight that was following her. Instead of swooping away at her approach, Teranth welcomed it, the smaller bronze whirling, a match for the gold in his burst of agility. Here, she had taken away the advantages of the other bronzes and put them clearly into his hands; he was small and agile enough to avoid the lumbering forms still trying to recover from Savath's u-turn, and his smaller size allowed him to match her for quickness and agility, if not stamina. Finally, he had not called out to Savath with his mind, as all the other bronzes had, so it was less likely that she would sense his presence there. In fact, she might even dodge away from one of the others who were whispering sweet nothings into her mind and fly right into him. Flapping hard, he descended down towards the Queen, crooning to her, promising with dragonsong that he alone can quench the fire in her belly, that nothing else will suffice...
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K’var, filled to the brim with lust and anger, felt those two very potent emotions drawing tautly against his restraint, one urging him to throw the gold rider to the ground and take her, the other screaming for the blood of his fellow riders. It was nothing spurred by hatred or personal intention, it was merely the blind, pitiless instinct of Flight—win, whatever the cost. However, a small whisper of rationality remained, despite his mind was taken more and more into the thoughtless enigma of Flight. There were no words, only feelings and emotions, no great judgments or deeds, simply the heat such an occurrence created and the mindless, primitive desire to mate. His eyes burned with the lust that coursed through his blood like the whispers of song, those twin orbs like fire encased in emerald. His hands fisted, his mind was filled with the determined thoughts of his dragon, the great beasts’ words marching one after the other and always centered on one thing. They did not speak, no, nothing could express what they were feeling—there was no word in all of Pern that could even begin to hold the magnitude of emotions and desires that pooled in their hearts and haunted their minds.
Suddenly, Kyparla was being taken from him, her hunter, and his lips curled back in a nearly feral growl. Nothing else mattered now but that red-haired goddess, lust encased in the soft flesh of a woman, and so he followed, blindly led by his own balls, so to speak. He found his feet slowly ascending stairs, and before long the Wingleader was surrounded by high stone walls and the hanging cloths belonging to one small, dainty girl. He and the other bronzers ringed her now like a hungry canine pack, their tall, determined forms towering above her bed as they looked on with sexual cravings etched into their features. It was all left to his dragon now, all their hopes and desires rode on those strong, sweeping wings of bronze.
~~~
Kedenth watched the Flight quite comfortably from his position two dragonlengths above the entourage, his sharp gaze never wavering from his prize as she darted and danced through the air, manipulating the winds about her like some ethereal being who commanded the very sun at her whim. A golden glow encased her body; she had the very beams of the moon in her suede hide, it seemed, that only lent more of an otherworldly aura as it burned beneath her golden skin and shone with the brilliance of a star. She crooned and bugled, smug in her control over them, he knew. The bronze felt a low rumble suddenly come to life low in his belly, a call which soon escalated into a roaring bugle that ripped through the sky. His clarion rippled through the air like a shipfish through the sea, swirling on the winds to reach the lovely queen and tell just how much his desire for her burned. Savath flew….she desperately wished to escape them all. She wanted to cool the fire that intertwined with her blood and sent a boiling heat throughout her entire body, but Kedeneth would show her….he would teach the lady that she did not wish to douse the flames…she wanted to feed them with a bronze at her side. They would both be consumed by that fire, he vowed.
The great bronze suddenly backwinged once more, catching a large draft of air in wings to break his forward speed, watching in irritation as the queen turned on her wingtip and shot straight into the massive collection behind her. Letting out a short trumpet of annoyance, the Wingleader folded his cupped wings closely to his musky body and dropped like a stone, falling through the cluster of bronze, brown and blue. Not even a dragonlength beneath them, Kedeneth whipped out his wings to their full span, feeling a slight strain show on his muscles as tender membranes stretched across the bone. Ignoring the pain, he then darted above, and with a flashy show of craftiness, he maneuvered beneath the gold a dragonlength, waiting for her rise or descent. He noticed all the other dragons crowding in around her and felt a surge of fear, a well of panic that made him realize they were all far too close. What if she fought?
~~~
K’var could feel his dragon’s panic beneath the veil his lust had dropped over his mind, and was instantly alert. Savath was so close….what if another took this chance to catch her? Desire overtook pride. Kedenth….you must…. The gypsy’s voice was laced with his plea…
---
Alarath trilled in pleasure to see his golden beauty turn back toward him. He truly believed she was answering his plaintive call. She was coming to him, to let him wrap his powerful wings around her in a loving embrace, to give herself up to his fiery passions. They were the only two in the skies. He lifted on a current of air to manuever into a position that would take her just below him. He reached for her as she sped past. "Ah my love you are not ready yet" he crooned to her as he followed in pursuit.
S'for burned with the fires that were coursing through him. His organ throbbed with the desire to feel Kyparla's body against his. He followed blindly as the riders went to her weyr. A small anger burned in his gut as he pushed his way in among the bronze riders. He had just as much right to be by her side as any of them. A soft moan escaped him as his desires continued to mount. S'for/Alarath spoke softly, "Ah my love you are not ready yet."
---
Malekith had been allowing the younger bronzes ahead of him, but he kept up not to far behind. Let them expend their energy thinking they were winning. Unfortunately, it was Malekith who had been caught off guard by Savath’s next daring move. Seeing her coming straight to him, he could do nothing but fold his wings and drop to the right.
The rush of air as she passed him sent a wave of different feelings thru both bronze and rider. So close, yet now so far… Roaring defiance, Malekith knew he’d be at the back of the bronze pack, even behind half the browns with Savath flying in the wrong direction.
Don’t you dare give in Malekith. Your wings are larger than most and you’ve got an edge they don’t. My prize isn’t the only one getting away. the bronze snapped back as he turned to begin pumping, his wings stretched to the fullest. He just HAD to catch up!
That’s when he hesitated for a moment. That charring bronze, Kedenth… What was he up to? Malekith, so far back, could easily see that he had changed position from one of advantage to one directly below the queen. Not only that, but the brown Alarath had moved to fly directly above her. A brown! Malekith would have none of it.
The moment of hesitation gone, he raced ahead. Years of training and flight experience mixed with well toned muscles and giant wings to send him racing back toward the gold who was now being smothered in a multitude of colors. Break free, my golden queen. I do not wish for one to catch you without your consent. he crooned forward as he fought to catch up with the hastening throng.
~~~
My prize isn’t the only one getting away.
E’mion realized that the bronze was right. Malekith hadn’t been the only one to drop a few places in the race. Finding Kyparla being swept off and the riders following her in a lust driven crowed, he could do nothing but snarl in anger. Following them quickly, he wondered who had dropped out yet. He couldn’t find a few faces of blue riders who had been there at the beginning… The flight must be lasting longer than he had though while in the mind of his bronze…
---
Cirovocth hurridly tried to avoid any collision with any other Dragon. The Blue Dragon felt exhaustion beyond anything. Catching a Gold was no Green Flight, he realized. Swooping deeply down, he decided to rush forward for as long as he could, then to go back to his weyr. Maybe a Green would Rise soon, if he was lucky, and he would regain his ego.
Ke'das felt Crivocth tire. My Blue, do not hurt yourself... do not hurt us. Was all he could think. He felt the exhilaration of Flight seep out of his body, yet the lust lingered on. He still wanted to release himself in Kyparla... or the nearest women, now that his yearn for flight diminished. It still was there, just not as strong. The farther Cirovocth fell behin, the more it died. Maybe that drudge was still sleeping in his weyr...
Hot lust burned through Her blood. Savath-Kyparla couldn’t help but crooned happily… almost maliciously when she heard the fighting that was going on around her… all for her. ‘Funny… they should fight, none are going to have me.’
Feeling a presence above her and craned her long graceful neck, trying to find out whom. ’Kedenth…’ She also felt Malekith. ’Ummm…’ Visions of a hot jungle and high cliffs wove through her mind. She felt, heard his voice calling to her… he was tempting her as was every other bronze brown and blue. She remembered his soft caresses against her hide and felt a pull deep inside.
Savath back winged, she was tiring too much energy she had wasted on sprinting toward her mountains… she would have to out think them, and then she would have her freedom. Slowing down quickly she turned sharply to her left…so sharp that it seemed she stood on her wing tip. It took only a moment and she was headed back through the middle of her fair. Feeling the males so close, the fire in her belly one hotter than any she had ever known began to flare again. She had to… she had to get away from them… only open air kissing her wings would cool it.
~ ~ ~
Kezna hadn’t had to tell the young woman twice… Cera had been more than willingly to seek out the riders. Only one was going to win the Flight… the rest were up for grabs afterwards and she was more than hungry for a rider to share her bed. A few of the older women had said that a rider inspired by Flight Lust was better than most… ‘Now which will it be?’ The dark haired woman with ice blue eyes took the time to look over the riders.
The lusty woman saw K’var and the look of lust on his face… ‘such a handsome man…’ She hoped he didn’t win. After all he was too young to be Weyrleader… that wasn’t her only reason for hoping though. ’E’mion? R’lan? D’lyn?’ She had plenty of time… right now she just had to get their young Weyrwoman back to her weyr. Taking her by the upper arm Cera led the redhead back toward the rider’s weyrs. ’The rest will follow.’ Looking back she saw several other women… some quite young. ’Looks like I’ll have competition.’
Kyparla felt the woman’s hands on her and she let out a hiss…trying to pull away, but she was far too caught up in her gold’s Fight to resist much. Her feet betrayed, she soon followed beside the taller woman.
---
Ke'das heard Kyparla move. His eye's opening, he blindly followed her, his loins tight and his mind supplying him with devious images. He would not win, but somehow his sick, twisted mind decided he had to have Kyparla. Even if she was unwilling.
Cirovocth quickly used his wings one last time, but knew he would not last. He let himself glide a way, tail straight and paw's clawing at the air. The blue wanted to have his way...oh so badly. Flapping his wing's, he realized he was the farthest behind.
---
A part of T'lon saw the woman bringing Kyparla away, pulling her back from the riders surrounding her. The circle followed, hemming in the Gold rider. T'on would have likely snapped at the woman, still instinctually trying to keep the competetition even for Savath, but he was too far gone in the flight to do much other than follow Kyparla away.
Teranth, on the other hand, bugled his triumph as he saw Savath whirl, flying straight back towards the Flight that was following her. Instead of swooping away at her approach, Teranth welcomed it, the smaller bronze whirling, a match for the gold in his burst of agility. Here, she had taken away the advantages of the other bronzes and put them clearly into his hands; he was small and agile enough to avoid the lumbering forms still trying to recover from Savath's u-turn, and his smaller size allowed him to match her for quickness and agility, if not stamina. Finally, he had not called out to Savath with his mind, as all the other bronzes had, so it was less likely that she would sense his presence there. In fact, she might even dodge away from one of the others who were whispering sweet nothings into her mind and fly right into him. Flapping hard, he descended down towards the Queen, crooning to her, promising with dragonsong that he alone can quench the fire in her belly, that nothing else will suffice...
---
K’var, filled to the brim with lust and anger, felt those two very potent emotions drawing tautly against his restraint, one urging him to throw the gold rider to the ground and take her, the other screaming for the blood of his fellow riders. It was nothing spurred by hatred or personal intention, it was merely the blind, pitiless instinct of Flight—win, whatever the cost. However, a small whisper of rationality remained, despite his mind was taken more and more into the thoughtless enigma of Flight. There were no words, only feelings and emotions, no great judgments or deeds, simply the heat such an occurrence created and the mindless, primitive desire to mate. His eyes burned with the lust that coursed through his blood like the whispers of song, those twin orbs like fire encased in emerald. His hands fisted, his mind was filled with the determined thoughts of his dragon, the great beasts’ words marching one after the other and always centered on one thing. They did not speak, no, nothing could express what they were feeling—there was no word in all of Pern that could even begin to hold the magnitude of emotions and desires that pooled in their hearts and haunted their minds.
Suddenly, Kyparla was being taken from him, her hunter, and his lips curled back in a nearly feral growl. Nothing else mattered now but that red-haired goddess, lust encased in the soft flesh of a woman, and so he followed, blindly led by his own balls, so to speak. He found his feet slowly ascending stairs, and before long the Wingleader was surrounded by high stone walls and the hanging cloths belonging to one small, dainty girl. He and the other bronzers ringed her now like a hungry canine pack, their tall, determined forms towering above her bed as they looked on with sexual cravings etched into their features. It was all left to his dragon now, all their hopes and desires rode on those strong, sweeping wings of bronze.
~~~
Kedenth watched the Flight quite comfortably from his position two dragonlengths above the entourage, his sharp gaze never wavering from his prize as she darted and danced through the air, manipulating the winds about her like some ethereal being who commanded the very sun at her whim. A golden glow encased her body; she had the very beams of the moon in her suede hide, it seemed, that only lent more of an otherworldly aura as it burned beneath her golden skin and shone with the brilliance of a star. She crooned and bugled, smug in her control over them, he knew. The bronze felt a low rumble suddenly come to life low in his belly, a call which soon escalated into a roaring bugle that ripped through the sky. His clarion rippled through the air like a shipfish through the sea, swirling on the winds to reach the lovely queen and tell just how much his desire for her burned. Savath flew….she desperately wished to escape them all. She wanted to cool the fire that intertwined with her blood and sent a boiling heat throughout her entire body, but Kedeneth would show her….he would teach the lady that she did not wish to douse the flames…she wanted to feed them with a bronze at her side. They would both be consumed by that fire, he vowed.
The great bronze suddenly backwinged once more, catching a large draft of air in wings to break his forward speed, watching in irritation as the queen turned on her wingtip and shot straight into the massive collection behind her. Letting out a short trumpet of annoyance, the Wingleader folded his cupped wings closely to his musky body and dropped like a stone, falling through the cluster of bronze, brown and blue. Not even a dragonlength beneath them, Kedeneth whipped out his wings to their full span, feeling a slight strain show on his muscles as tender membranes stretched across the bone. Ignoring the pain, he then darted above, and with a flashy show of craftiness, he maneuvered beneath the gold a dragonlength, waiting for her rise or descent. He noticed all the other dragons crowding in around her and felt a surge of fear, a well of panic that made him realize they were all far too close. What if she fought?
~~~
K’var could feel his dragon’s panic beneath the veil his lust had dropped over his mind, and was instantly alert. Savath was so close….what if another took this chance to catch her? Desire overtook pride. Kedenth….you must…. The gypsy’s voice was laced with his plea…
---
Alarath trilled in pleasure to see his golden beauty turn back toward him. He truly believed she was answering his plaintive call. She was coming to him, to let him wrap his powerful wings around her in a loving embrace, to give herself up to his fiery passions. They were the only two in the skies. He lifted on a current of air to manuever into a position that would take her just below him. He reached for her as she sped past. "Ah my love you are not ready yet" he crooned to her as he followed in pursuit.
S'for burned with the fires that were coursing through him. His organ throbbed with the desire to feel Kyparla's body against his. He followed blindly as the riders went to her weyr. A small anger burned in his gut as he pushed his way in among the bronze riders. He had just as much right to be by her side as any of them. A soft moan escaped him as his desires continued to mount. S'for/Alarath spoke softly, "Ah my love you are not ready yet."
---
Malekith had been allowing the younger bronzes ahead of him, but he kept up not to far behind. Let them expend their energy thinking they were winning. Unfortunately, it was Malekith who had been caught off guard by Savath’s next daring move. Seeing her coming straight to him, he could do nothing but fold his wings and drop to the right.
The rush of air as she passed him sent a wave of different feelings thru both bronze and rider. So close, yet now so far… Roaring defiance, Malekith knew he’d be at the back of the bronze pack, even behind half the browns with Savath flying in the wrong direction.
Don’t you dare give in Malekith. Your wings are larger than most and you’ve got an edge they don’t. My prize isn’t the only one getting away. the bronze snapped back as he turned to begin pumping, his wings stretched to the fullest. He just HAD to catch up!
That’s when he hesitated for a moment. That charring bronze, Kedenth… What was he up to? Malekith, so far back, could easily see that he had changed position from one of advantage to one directly below the queen. Not only that, but the brown Alarath had moved to fly directly above her. A brown! Malekith would have none of it.
The moment of hesitation gone, he raced ahead. Years of training and flight experience mixed with well toned muscles and giant wings to send him racing back toward the gold who was now being smothered in a multitude of colors. Break free, my golden queen. I do not wish for one to catch you without your consent. he crooned forward as he fought to catch up with the hastening throng.
~~~
My prize isn’t the only one getting away.
E’mion realized that the bronze was right. Malekith hadn’t been the only one to drop a few places in the race. Finding Kyparla being swept off and the riders following her in a lust driven crowed, he could do nothing but snarl in anger. Following them quickly, he wondered who had dropped out yet. He couldn’t find a few faces of blue riders who had been there at the beginning… The flight must be lasting longer than he had though while in the mind of his bronze…
---
Cirovocth hurridly tried to avoid any collision with any other Dragon. The Blue Dragon felt exhaustion beyond anything. Catching a Gold was no Green Flight, he realized. Swooping deeply down, he decided to rush forward for as long as he could, then to go back to his weyr. Maybe a Green would Rise soon, if he was lucky, and he would regain his ego.
Ke'das felt Crivocth tire. My Blue, do not hurt yourself... do not hurt us. Was all he could think. He felt the exhilaration of Flight seep out of his body, yet the lust lingered on. He still wanted to release himself in Kyparla... or the nearest women, now that his yearn for flight diminished. It still was there, just not as strong. The farther Cirovocth fell behin, the more it died. Maybe that drudge was still sleeping in his weyr...
