Moonlit Night and Starry Eyes ((Calista))

[fallinrayne216]

So how amazingly beautiful is Hers? K’mar paused. What? How beautiful is who? The dragon sighed in exasperation. Lyth’s bonded of course! The bronzerider laughed and shook his head. No, no. He wasn’t going to be fooled into that again. Why not? Because you might actually admit something to yourself? K’mar quickly responded with a definite ‘no’. Talzynth was practically saturated with smugness. No? Then why did you have to respond so quickly? Maybe if you actually thought it over you would have said yes. That was why you said no so fast, am I correct in assuming so? Please, stop me if I’m wrong. K’mar chuckled and mentally shook his head. You are good, and sure of yourself. Not so much sure of myself, but of you. You should be sure about yourself too. K’mar was not liking where this conversation was heading, although he wasn’t comfortable with where it was right now either. I am, just not when it comes to women. I’m not looking for a weyrmate, mine. The dragon sighed as if they had gone over this a hundred times, which they almost have. You just said it! You’re not sure about yourself when it comes to women, so you can’t possibly trust your judgment when you say that you’re not looking for a weyrmate, which means you most definitely are! K’mar blinked and had to repeat that several times in his head. Did that make any sense just now? You’re not even making any sense. Tal was becoming pleased with his results and concluded their short conversation. I’m sure if you smooth talk her a bit you’ll end up like me and Lyth. Believe me, it’s a very nice place to be, and nothing short of extraordinary. And just where are you and Lyth in this whole friendship deal? The bronze huffed. Do what I just said and you’ll find out for yourself.

K’mar shook his head in disbelief. How could he be so sure of everything he said and K’mar at once, while K’mar was the one who was confused. The Wingsecond was never confused in this way. He was always the one that didn’t have to worry about anything, rather than Talzynth. They switched places or something. He sighed. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to mention how nice her—K’mar’s eyes stared into hers for another brief second, but it felt like a lifetime. So amber and golden, like the rising of the sun where light has no bounds, giving and breathing life wherever it touches. They were like mirrors, or windows to her soul that spoke of her life and emotions, and yet nothing at all. For most, their emotions could easily be read, but hers were different. Clouded and clear at the same time, as if a barrier held him back from getting beyond the first layer of sunlight. See what I mean? K’mar recoiled and jumped back a bit when he realized what he had been doing. Fool, he was such a fool. Talzynth of course was mighty pleased with himself for getting K’mar to think about what he used to say to girls. It had almost worked, and at least he hadn’t said any of it aloud. She would just think that he was hitting on her with nothing behind it, but then again, she was different from the others. An exception. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he allowed it to spread, alighting his eyes of a soft blue to sparkle. It was amazing how much words had an effect on people…and dragons.

It seemed Iseulyth and Talzynth had the same ideas, and by the time Talzynth had finished spying on K’mar she had already been finished talking with Calista. Then again, it was hard to tell with her leaning against him. Of course, for him he wouldn’t mind if she leaned on him all day every day. More like he would love it if she did so every day all day. How long until their flight again? In the moonlight you could practically see the stars in his eyes dance with laughter. Then again, it was no joke. He would be there; no matter what might come their way, he would be there. K’mar too, and then maybe his jaw would loosen up to “spew” exactly what he had taught Talzynth. Lyth’s short, but pleasing melody brought him back to her and the moonlight. Oh, if she was not a goddess then what, for she spoke, sang, and looked like such a beauty. Pleased with the results of his moving tail, it continued to stroke her own in a way that was sometimes grazing, then other times too swift to catch the entire stroke, and at last it would be a soft, prolonging caress to be remembered. At the moment, all that mattered to him was making her happier than the last moment. She spoke once more, and his attention was riveted to her and her alone, making him block out any other sound that might dare interrupt her sweet lyrics. As she said ‘I would never have met with the only one that is indeed worthy of me’, Talzynth couldn’t have been happier. Happy was such a small word compared to what he was feeling though, and even jubilant or joyous were not enough to express his feelings at the words she spoke. As her voice lowered to that bare whisper, Talzynth seemed not only to want, but to need to tell her. Such a small whisper suddenly lit a fire beneath him that heated him up in a need to do exactly as she asked, and then it spread like wildfire across his body.

The weyrling suddenly shifted so their sides were pressed against each other, letting no air nor wind separate them. The wildfire from his body and the living flame of the stars from hers joined together every spot they touched, burning away everything but thoughts of her. While she was the goddess of the moon, so radiant in the moonlight with the silver light blazing upon her hide, he was the god of sun where in the daylight his bronze hide seemed to capture wildfire from the suns rays. It is so hard to tell you more, my queen, when every time I try to put your beauty into words, none of them do you justice. Radiance, magnificence, and beauty are not enough. As her tail wrapped possessively around his own, it too wrapped around hers. And as she leaned on him, he memorized the texture of her hide, the way she breathed, and even how fast her eyes were swirling or what hue they happened to be. Everything and anything that would remind him of her was quietly traced in his mind. But my, your hide is the softest, and smoothest I’ve ever felt. And I’ve no doubt you are bathed daily, if not more than once to achieve this perfection? Or… he paused to make the moment linger, can I assume you were hatched with such? His words were not coming as quickly now, but he wasn’t about to tell her everything in one night. There would be more, if he had anything to say about it. Besides, there was still sunrise to look forward to.

K’mar looked up again as she chuckled, bewildered at why she was doing so. Owe her? He laughed, this time turning the joke back on her. “I’m sorry, but I’ll start giving you credit only if you can get me on the runner. Until then you continue to owe me.” His smile had a sharp edge to it while his eyes spoke of a challenge. She would see just how terrible he was. And after one or two lessons, she would probably give up on him, as the others had before her. And then again, as he had previously stated, she was an exception. He didn’t know with her just yet since they had only spoken to each other in this past candlemark or two, no more. He chuckled again, thinking of how similar her thoughts were to those of Talzynth. Not quite in the same direction, but it was enough to be found entertaining. He began to follow Calista down the steps towards the bowl, while unintentionally noticing the way she walked as they glided down the stairs side by side. Hers were quiet and smooth, and he assumed it was natural for her since he knew nothing about swordplay. As he strode towards the Bowl, his steps were not as quick and more laid-back. You could tell that with his shorter strides, his walk held a slight edge to it. He could stop in an instant and change directions just as quickly, proving his agility to be quite superior to others. Like a wolf hiding in sheep skin, ready and waiting for the attack to be made, but always keeping out of sight until the time comes.

It was a good way to describe K’mar, actually. He was always smiling and laughing on the outside, and mostly on the inside as well, but the wolf still hid deep down. As he looked back to Calista, she was already preoccupied with staring at the pair of dragons high up on the stone walls. His gaze followed hers, and he held his breath in awe. Never had he seen such a spectacle before, and he now understood how Talzynth was so utterly pleased with everything at the moment. Of course he was with such a beauty beside him, while he was that of a masculine beauty himself. K’mar stood frozen, watching their glory as if any movement might disturb them. But Tal would never let anything disturb them then, whether Lyth knew it or not. For a moment he had forgotten that Calista was bonded to Iseulyth, and that their bondeds were both leaning on each other while the actual riders were standing so close to each other yet doing nothing at all. His fingers twitched for a second, as if trying to tell him to touch her, or do…something. Say something even.

The moonlight did the same wonders for Lyth as they did Calista, although they didn’t even need wonders to look beautiful. The silver strands of moonlight decorated her fine, raven tendrils as if they were a beautiful headdress she wore. It just happened to glow and illuminate itself in a way that the weyrling looked like a moon goddess herself. Her eyes…he couldn’t even go on about her eyes and how they just captured the moonlight and reflected them back so easily. The moonlight seemed to dance along his obsidian locks as well, but the silver in his eyes was breathtaking. While the blue was a soft crystal azure in the light, in the dark they darkened to a sapphire blue like untainted and pure lakes of such a rich blue that it was unheard of. Then the moonlight played its way into them, giving the sapphires a godlike glow to make them stand out even more against his dark locks. K’mar couldn’t get it all out of his head, and was thinking about Calista in the moonlight and seeing her in his mind even when he tried to blink it away. Her words freed him, and yet captured him again with her voice rather than appearance. He laughed softly and locked eyes once again. “They do, which is probably why Tal is in such a good mood. Not to mention how the moonlight makes them look like a spectacle to see, don’t you think?” He took a step forward to get a better look and his hand accidentally brushed against hers. Talzynth’s words popped back into his mind, but he pushed them aside. He didn’t need His to tell him what to do. He could decide for himself. And making his decision, his hand didn’t jump away as he had originally planned. It stayed right where it was against hers. When they touched a spark flashed in his fingertips and up his hands, then up his arms and all throughout his body, even to his toes. It felt like someone was slightly squeezing his lungs, making it a bit harder to breathe. And was it just him or was it really quiet? He could hear himself breathe, and think, and boy, was it becoming a bit weird. To clear the air, he took another deep breath. “Well, Talzynth was right. Iseulyth really is a sight to behold, and more.” ‘As are you…shard it!’ He had stopped short of what he was going to say, but decided that it was enough for the moment. At least let her speak again before even thinking of that again, right? It was amazing how smooth and calm his voice was, like liquid chocolate without any hard crunch to mar his silky tone of voice. Well, sweet talker came with sweet voice, right?

[britalia]

((I want to experiment with the impact a dragon’s strongest emotions can have on their riders…..In the DLG2P, Anne clearly stated that the feelings are so strong that if a candidate was old enough they would have an orgasm when they Impressed. Surely that bond doesn’t lessen very much over the turns. This should be fun, yea? ^.~ ))

Calista smiled outwardly at the rider before her, her white teeth flashing in a quick display of pleasure, but inside her competitive demon sprung to the surface like a feline ready to pounce. His eyes challenged her, and his very manner practically exuded skepticism at her ability to teach him the way of the runner. Well, she would prove him wrong…and she would satisfy her own arrogance in her victory. The weyrling was a shrewd thinker and a commanding woman, but her one flaw resided in her ego—as in, it chose the most irrational times to flare. One would never see Calista, rider of golden Iseulyth lashing out over wounded pride or irate because she hadn’t been worshipped enough like the other queen riders, but she did have her own conceit in other areas. Challenges happened to be one. The raven-haired girl could never back down once a dare had been thrown her way, and she was Fall-bent to see out any challenge made to her, especially by men. She happened to be a very fiery creature where things of this manner were concerned, and this K’mar wasn’t about to get off any easier than others who had thought to best her. Her smile met with his own, and made clear her own position in this little ‘duel’ they had just seemed to create. If his smile was as a knife, then hers was as fire; beautiful to behold, but the promise of danger was clear upon trying to touch that blaze.

This….would be interesting.

“Very well, Wingsecond, but your skepticism will not last very long. You’ll find that I’m rather stubborn.” She said silkily, her voice very comparable to fine cloth sliding over the sharp edge of a blade. Her words were said smoothly, but underneath lay a layer of steal that clearly portrayed her response to his challenge. Calista smiled darkly as she turned and awaited his presence at her side, the pair striding easily down the dais steps with nearly matching beats. The dark-haired rider’s eyes slide to the side, gliding down his figure subtly as he walked. Her amber depths focused intently on his gait, her trained eyes catching every small movement, however slight, he made. She could clearly pick out the easy grace that he walked with, a slight arrogance in the sure and quick way he moved. However, even with the apparently cool and lazy step he seemed to have, with having trained in swordplay so long her quickal-colored gaze was tuned to catch any slight movement that may hint at the way he could move, instead of the way he did. The gold rider could see that although his liquid stride remained smooth and laid-back, a tenseness swam just beneath that relaxed gait that proved he was on the prowl even if he didn’t seem to be. The girl smirked faintly to herself; he had the moves for sparring with her, even if he didn’t see it.

If any dragon, were it possible to reach the plane of Heaven while still in a body of the Earth, could say they were in paradise, Iseulyth was at that very moment. Pure rapture coursed through her veins, thick and sweet like honey, enough to make her heady, or nearly drunk on the mere sensation of it all. The lightest brush of his tail over hers, or the full stroke of a caress she received seemed to send hot waves of fire licking along her blood, sending her skin to heating almost to Mating degree. She nearly felt as if her time had come, and it was the Lust of the Flight that drove such madness throughout her lithe frame instead of the practiced touch of one intoxicating bronze. His hide was hot as she lay against him, the harmonious joining of gold and bronze merging and alighting the other so her ethereal, silven glow and his brilliant, burning copper created one radiant blaze like none other could ever conjure. The moon ran her wondrous hands along their bodies, alighting their sleek curves and bunched muscles with her shining kiss. A beauty beyond compare, the queen seemed, a goddess with a consort of the Cosmos at her side. For Talzynth was truly a Lord of the Night, yes, he could be nothing else with the very stars captured in his eyes and the moon herself bowing to drape him in her own splendor. Lord and goddess, both beyond compare, and together: nothing less than breathtaking.

The golden beauty was enraptured by the dragon at her side, everything about him only taking her further under his spell the longer she lay against his searing body. Their tails twined tightly around each other filled her mind, the heat between them made her feel nothing but bliss, and it was enthralling. Yes, my bronze, yes, I am beyond anything mortal words could describe. Iseulyth agreed hoarsely, her mindvoice low and husky. How she yearned to hear more from the Second, yet at the same time wanted nothing more than to twine necks and hear him sing sweetly for her. Both sounded….enchanting. Sighing, the gold basked in the glow of his reverence, chuckling softly as he complimented her ever more sweetly. I am bathed as a queen should be, my lord, but I can assure you my hide has been the downy texture you feel since my birth. She whispered, then added quietly, I am pleased you adore it so….perhaps that will incite you to keep your hide pressed to mine?

Calista was held fast by the sight before her; never in her wildest imagination had she expected to see her weyrling dragon like this, like…a goddess of the sky with an ethereal glow that was unreal. How magnificent she was! And Talzynth….he shone at Lyth’s side like an unearthly guard sculpted from pure bronze by the greatest of all craftsmen. The dragons appeared to her as the most striking thing she had ever witnessed in her life. And truly, it was. Between Lyth and Tal was something purer than she had ever seen between a man and woman, and never had two bodies melted together before in such flawless harmony. The sight struck a chord deep within her somehow, and the queen rider was suddenly painfully aware of the man at her side. Just as sure as the radiant gold was Hers, so was the impressive bronze His. The dark-haired rider’s words broke her from her reverie, but it did nothing to shake the feeling of faint euphoria that had taken hold. “Yes, they are.” She agreed quietly, her head strangely foggy. Her dragon was on an emotional high, and that more than anything was slowly taking the woman’s mind higher and higher into the draconic bliss the pair enjoyed. Somehow, her mind wandered between her own body and the burning body of her queen. Was this what a Flight felt like? As K’mar stepped next to her, she blinked slowly as if confused, then quickly cleared her mind. His hand…..her focus suddenly shifted to that too-brief touch, and as he made his own decision, she too was happy enough to let their skin touch lightly. Were it anyone else, save K’var or J’ren, she would have thought them to be merely flirting, however…The woman paused. Something made the Wingsecond seem different to her. What?

The raven-haired girl turned, her quickal-colored eyes catching the man’s own shining sapphires. It was a sin for a man to have such pretty eyes, she reflected, tempted to reach out and brush a lock of his obsidian hair from his face. “She certainly is, and trust me, she knows it too.” Calista agreed quietly, her gaze resting on his face instead of returning to their dragons. “It seems Talzynth isn’t helping either.” How could his voice be so bloody calm? She had never before felt so acutely the emotions of her queen; what was happening? Lyth? She asked lowly, unsettled by what she was feeling. Her queen rumbled contentedly. Relax, Mine, I am merely completely open to you right now. It’s raw emotion. The Weyrwoman took that in, her amber depths tracing the strong line of the bronze rider’s jaw. He really was incredibly handsome…why had she never noticed before? Because you always keep your guard up, Cal, and you never let yourself go! I am making you face your emotions now, and you find that we are not very unlike. The rider blinked once as if startled by this harsh lesson, then turned away from the queen, her olive hand, slightly calloused from riding straps and sword fights, brushing quickly against K’mar’s. She could actually feel the small tremors that went through her weyrling’s body when the bronze’s tail ran down hers, and it brought to mind a very…..vivid picture that she should not entertain. The man’s honeyed voice was not helping matters. “Come now…let us…begin your lesson.” The gold rider said breathlessly, her chest tight as if a dragon were pushing on it. No—she would not faint! She never had before, and she wasn’t about to start now. Face what you know! Iseulyth snapped loudly, her patience with her beloved at an end. He is attractive, and you know you are pleased with his ways. Make a move, say something…kiss him full on the bloody mouth! Anything! The queen ranted. The dark woman, however, was still, her back to the dragons and her eyes so full of the shadows of things that filled her mind that it seemed her depths had darkened to black. Her gaze slipped to his, and she stopped. What was he feeling?

[fallinrayne216]

((*jumps up and down* fun fun! K'mar: you're killing me. Rayne: but you know you want tooo!! C'mon, kiss her and be a man! K'mar: *glares* it's not as easy as that *wishes it was*))

Talzynth was in pure ecstasy, and to tear him away would be torture. Her hide pressed up against his fueled the warmth already brewing deep inside his heart and he knew if he didn’t pull away soon it would be fully ablaze. But he didn’t give a shard if it did. Right here, right now, it was perfection. His tail was wrapped protectively around hers, although not so much that it appeared he was in any way owning her. No, she shared an equal claim as hers wrapped about his as well. And if any dragon was to own or be in command of something, she would have full claim to his heart. At first he hadn’t been so sure if she was just bathing in the compliments smoothly whispered her way, but once their masses touched, a spark gave way to an everlasting flame of heat and passion that he knew meant more. His neck was burning with the need for hers to rest against him, to have every inch of her be connected to every inch of him. It was a raw, and cruel desire that he could not quench, like taking one sip and then always needing more and more even though you know it could never satisfy until you drink it all. Even so, the bronze was in eternal bliss that he hoped would never end. The sun could rise, Thread may fall, but he had no intention of breaking contact anytime soon. Her words were lowered and a tad husky, but all he heard were the bells of an angel calling out to him. His own smooth words answered back to her, even though he felt that they could not support the true emotions he spoke behind them. <b>There are more reasons than just your gorgeous and silky hide to keep my hide pressed to yours.</b>

K’mar was frozen where he stood, a volunteer statue who had no intention of moving, or so he had at first thought. In the beginning, all he could do was stare in wonder at her bonded and His. He had never imagined Talzynth fitting into a picture like that so well, as if he had been meant to command and be God of the Night. And she…the gold beauty was radiant in every aspect, and only proved her to be Goddess of the Moon as the two melted together into such a perfect blend. They were like two of a kind, where one could not live without the other. If he took away Iseulyth, Talzynth would not look as majestic as he did now, and the same went visa versa. It was as if the magic only happened when they were together by their touch alone. For a split moment, K’mar was Talzynth and felt the heat radiating in strong and pulsing waves where the two dragons touched. It was the exact time his hand had brushed lightly against hers and then stayed put. He knew what this was, and everything just got a step clearer, and more complicated. Were these emotions all coming from Talzynth? Or was it intermixing with his? He couldn’t be sure, and the lust was driving his mind around in circles so that nothing made sense anymore. The hand touching seemed to have gone on for an entire day already and he suddenly assumed that she returned nothing. She spoke, a bit slower than usual but K’mar was stuck with the same problem in his mind that he really didn’t notice. The air around him became thick and heavy; like gravity was pushing them down and he had to take huge gulps of air to continue breathing.

Something told him to look at Calista, and he tore his eyes away from the awe-inspiring scene on the Perches. She was already looking at him, and somehow his eyes had gone directly to hers. His sapphire eyes seemed to search hers, looking for an answer that he wasn’t sure existed. But no matter how hard he searched, how deep his eyes tried to penetrate through that guard, he found no answer or hint to his questions that pounded forcefully into his head. He knew he should probably say something, but all reason had flown from his head and it was impossible to make another complete sentence without random words and questions stuck into them. So instead he held his mouth shut, thinking that he would appear calmer that way. His eyes roamed to her nose, then rolled down to her cheeks that looked so soft pure. He had to mentally command his hand not to run the back of his hand down the side of her face, or to cup it either. To resist the temptation, his eyes moved on…to her lips. Of course that and the eyes are the worst places to look when you are trying to keep a friendly relationship and start a conversation. But once his eyes were there, they were stuck there. He couldn’t move them, and the longer he stared, the closer they seemed to come up to him. But then he would blink and it would start all over with her lips getting so close he could inhale them, but it was all a trick of the moonlight and they were both standing still. The Wingsecond bit his tongue and he snapped out of his trance-like state and was finally able to look away from her lips and back to the dragons.

As he had looked away, her hand softly answered, like a small angelic whisper that was so small and fast, he was afraid he had been imagining things. But no, his mind was not so cruel as to give the illusion of a phantom wind brushing against his hand to taunt him for what he wanted to happen. It had, hadn’t it? But it had been such a short moment in time that he couldn’t remember something that he had longed to hold onto and at least get a longer feel of it. It had been too brief, but he wasn’t going to press forward…not yet anyway. Her words were drawn out with short and quick breaths in between every two words it seemed. Could that mean something? K’mar took a deep breath, trying to prepare for his answer without giving away the confused emotions warring under his skin and battling inside his mind. And even with all of the effort in trying to continue sounding calm, his voice was much lower than usual with a chocolaty or silky smooth voice that he hadn’t used in turns and turns, but this time it came out involuntarily. “Right…would you like to…lead the way?” Cal turned away from the dragons and he imitated her movements exactly, probably since he had been watching her every step and rise and fall of her chest as she breathed once they had walked outside. Talzynth would have spoken up now, but he knew that the lust from himself was enough to drive K’mar over the edge soon. His words might only make things worse now. They had felt this before, many times before in Flights. K’mar had drowned in it and so had Talzynth, filled with passions and desires they had never thought to be possible.

And yet, this was different. It wasn’t just raw need and desire that had to be fulfilled. There was something else behind it, something more long-lasting that had both Talzynth and K’mar a tad confused as if they were suddenly new to this feeling. It was more than any Flight they had had, and every moment it kept building and building inside to a point where K’mar had to physically and mentally restrain himself. Weyrling. She was a weyrling for Faranth’s sake! How could he ever even have thoughts?! To do anything like or close to that would result in harsh punishment, and danger would befall Lyth and Calista both. He wouldn’t put them in danger. He would never put them in danger like that. <b>Neither would I.</b> The bronze quickly interjected on his thoughts, and K’mar gave a short nod. They were both agreed on that at least. He couldn’t understand how Talzynth was so calm about it all, and how he could resist it all so easily. That was from K’mar’s point of view of course, and Talzynth thought this was nothing near easy for him. The bronze was dying to Fly her, needed and wanted to. But he had the same reasoning as K’mar, and he would do nothing other than sit beside her as the sun rose and set. He only acted like he was calm to keep K’mar calm…otherwise there might not be the entire holding back that was being done. K’mar almost ran into Calista as she stopped and her gaze was suddenly on his. He froze under that chilling gaze, that one that gave him the feeling he was burning alive and melting in pleasure at the same time. As they say, there’s a fine line between pain and pleasure…well to him, her gaze defined it. He wanted her gaze on him forever, and yet it was so hot he wanted to look away at the same time.

Strangely enough, her depths had suddenly darkened to black, and confusing rang bells and alarms in his head. What did it mean? He stared back at her in confusion, trying to use that to hide the raw heat and need buried beneath it that threatened to come out soon if they didn’t start moving again. He took a shaky breath and his low and now slightly husky voice asked, “Yes?” It was so hard to keep his composure, and he was struggling through it all while trying not to lean down and light that spark that clearly begged him to on her lips. Her eyes seemed to be daring him to, and asking him at the same time. Or was that his own imagination making that up for him to feel better? He had never been so confused in his life, and the path to take had never been so unclear as it was now. He leaned forward for a moment, just enough so that there was only three or four inches between their faces, and then thought better of it and he stood straight up again. It had the appearance that he had been about to kiss her, which he had been, but some alarm went off in his head that repeated ‘Weyrling! Weyrling! Weyrling!’, and for the first time he cursed mentally that she was indeed a Weyrling. It had been a perfect moment, but no, he had to pretend it was nothing. K’mar cleared his throat and started again towards the stables, hoping she was right beside him as they strode closer to their destination. Finally they arrived, and to end the silence, he began shakily and then steadied the rest of his words near the end of his sentence as he spoke, “We’re here. Are you ready…to teach me?”

[britalia]

Iseulyth could no longer speak as the bronze replied smoothly, his low voice wrapping about her in a hold she knew would never let go. His charming ways were enough to gain her rapt attention, yes, but this heat that burned between them was born of no mere flirting, but was an eternal, living fire that would forever bond them as one. She could no longer quench her need by what seemed like such a small touch to her, and crooning lovingly, wrapped her neck around his, her head resting right beneath his contentedly. She had been bonded to him, mind, body and soul, and felt his claim as surely as if he had taken her in Flight. He surely possessed her very essence, and she could have no less than his own soul. With such beauty and fire between them, how could they ever look upon another with such glowing regard or lust? She than sang to him, her knight, her Lord, a sweet, haunting song, her croon low and melodious, yet a low lilt lent a sensual grace to the sound. Her tail coiled, then relaxed, her downy cheek rubbing against his skin as she filled the air with the sound of her pleasure.

Calista couldn’t organize her thoughts as K’mar’s eyes traveled over her face, those gorgeous blue orbs lingering almost longingly on her lips. Or was it just her own lust tricking her mind? Something deep inside her responded to that hungry gaze, uncoiling like a tunnel snake and purring like a Southern feline. A desire built in her abdomen until a low fire coursed through her veins, burning like a venom and driving her nearly mad. What was Iseulyth doing to her? So many things she had forgotten and pushed down until now were flaring to the surface of her mind, unignorable in their intensity. She could all too easily picture she and the man before her in the positions of their dragons, pressed close and his hand trailing down her back in a lingering, teasing caress. The girl nearly tangled her olive hands in his obsidian hair and brought his lips to hers. Her fingers itched with the desire to touch him, but at the same time some logical voice in her head told her that this was not right. However, that tiny voice was growing weaker and weaker all the time, ever more covered over by the low, crooning encouragement of her Bonded. Her amber depths finally managed to release his face, and swept to the darkened sky above. How desperately she felt the pull of her dragon...and the pull of her heart.

A thousand emotions coursed through the weyrling in that short time; longing, desire, lust, hesitation.....so many she couldn’t keep track. A yearning she had never before felt pulled at her very soul, and without realizing it the dark-haired woman put a hand on the bronze rider’s shoulder to steady herself. The touch was brief and gone nearly as quickly as it occurred, but it had nonetheless been real. Calista suddenly snapped back to herself. “Yes....yes. The night is not growing younger.” She said softly, not trusting herself to break above a whisper. One’s voice could reveal far too much. However, neither of them moved, and it was then she made a mistake; her eyes once more found his. His one small, questioning word went unanswered, her own lips unable to conjure a reply. Amber and brilliantly deep blue met and merged, melting together until the gold rider saw no one but the remarkably handsome man before her. How was it that her desires had never before manifested themselves like this? She suddenly saw herself stripped away of her pride and independence, and found a vulnerable, dark woman who longed for the simplest of touches, and the most intimate of pleasures. Her breath caught as his face neared hers, his wonderful eyes boring into hers with relentless intensity. For one wild, thoughtless moment, she wanted nothing more than to close that distance and let herself go, but he pulled away and logic set in. A weyrling gold rider and a Wingsecond? It shouldn’t be.

Her booted heels rang loudly on the stone of the bowl as she strode behind the bronzer, unable to resist studying the outline of his back and.....lower things appreciatively as he walked. ‘Do all rankers have an arse like that? Mm, shards!’ The dirty little thought sprang to mind before she could stop it. Mine! I think you are worse than me! Lyth squealed, her mindvoice laced with draconic laughter. Calista chose to ignore her. She padded at the side of K’mar, and it seemed as if she could feel the heat radiating from his skin. Another push from her gold put a sultry image in her mind, a sensual scene of love and heat and pressure. Her corset suddenly felt far too tight. Relief washed through her as they arrived at the stables, the cool air of the paddocks whispering along her heated skin and a welcome reprieve for her hot lips. “My runner is stabled, and so is the one you will be riding.” The queen rider said quietly, leading the way from the path to the stable aisle. Pushing aside the heavy barn door, the woman strode off to the tack room, her mind focused on the task ahead so as not to dwell on more....erotic things. Beckoning for the man to follow, she pointed to a few bridles and began the first part of their lesson. ‘Faranth help me.’ She prayed silently, begging for control as her lips parted to speak. “There are several different types of bits and headstalls that can be combined to created bridles for runners, and the type you choose is very important depending on the type of runner you are going to ride.” Thank Faranth her voice was steady......for the most part. She then went into a detailed explanation of choosing the correct headstall and bit for the runner’s conformation, removing her jacket while she spoke. As she continued, she began to unlace her corset, the tight leather far too restricting for a comfortable ride. Tossing the hardened corset onto a saddle stand, the woman strode briskly across the room, neatly grabbing Raven’s bridle from the wall. Turning, she found herself being stared at.

Without her jacket and corset, Calista was clothed in nothing but a simple, lush top made from silk. The lightly red-tinted cloth was cut neatly and tailored to fit her snugly, made to hug in all the right places. Though her breasts were moderate, not all large or voluptuous, they were rather shapely, and were cupped nicely by the fitted bodice stitched into her shirt. The silk swung low to cut square across her chest, then jutted upwards to cover both of her shoulders and flare at her elbows. Her tight waist was smooth and flat beneath the hugging silk, which ended dramatically by accenting her rather generous hips with a tight, snug hemline. The gold rider knew she looked good, and was partly pleased by what she could possibly do. “You will be riding Valor.” The rider said lowly, that husky flavor once more coloring her words. “Grab that bridle...it looks to fit him well enough.” Striding over to her discarded clothes, she couldn’t resist pulling one more tiny string.....Her swordbelt joined the other two articles, which left her wherhide pants hugging her visibly. The dark-haired woman then turned, ready to face the bronzer.