[Sandbox] Toils of Pleasure

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[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Kiba Lurke
Date | Time: November 10th | Late Evening
Location: Rook’s Down Park... Sort of
Wearing: Black hanfu
Tagging | Mentioning: Lyra |
… “I do feel it. I want to explore everything with you.”

Her words were exactly the ones that he wanted to hear. His lips parted to exhale the smallest, gentlest of pleased sighs. This had been building for weeks, ever since their night in the cave. Smoldering blues looked down into her eyes, and a trademark playful smirk danced on his lips, subdued by the intensity of the moments that had preceded this one. The heat and dizziness of the kiss that had brought them to this tree. He was enjoying every moment of this, every second with her. Two hands on the cinch of her dress tugged and pulled the taut fabric away from her stomach. With her blessing still ringing in his ears, Kiba unceremoniously pulled at the tucks that gave it stability, and when it came loose and fell apart, he dropped it to the ground at the base of the tree. Forgotten immediately.

There was the matter of his clothes, but that’s not where his attention came to rest. It was that elegant dress that she wore, a barrier between him and her that he wanted gone. The lust of the moment suggested that he ought to tear it from her, discard it as he might a rag, and take her. But for as much as he desired there to be nothing between them, nothing keeping their skin apart, and the absolute freedom to explore her body, Kiba was enjoying this feeling of stoked flames within them, and the rapidly growing pressure of desire. And besides, he didn’t see her as some mere prize to be claimed, but rather the whole adventure to be explored and appreciated.

Strong hands pressed flat against her stomach side-by-side and glided up her body in the small cavity of space that still existed between them. He was gentle enough that the fabric didn’t wrinkle or roll, he just wanted her to feel his hands on her. Parting slightly, his touch rolled up the underside of her breasts, and they came to sit in his palms. Fingers spread and threatened to squeeze and grope her, and the tension in his grasp did increase… But the trip up her body didn’t stop. This was merely a tease, a promise of things to come for her. Kiba’s hands moved to her collar, and pressed down on her, pushing her against the tree. His fingers stayed loose, and dove beneath the soft blue fabric, pushing it further apart. Slowly, Kiba tilted his hands outward and pushed. His palms drug against her bare skin, and the straight edges of her dress caught on his wrists as he pushed it over toward her shoulders. The further he parted them, the more exposed she became, until her chest was bare and he was pushing the soft material over the slope of her shoulders. Gravity claimed the dress, and it dropped down around her arms until only the pressure of her back to the tree kept it suspended.

He could have gotten lost in the way that she gazed at him as he touched her. He drank it in, enraptured by her eyes despite the bare breasts calling to him with her every heated breath, “Then I’ll give you everything.” He murmured in a low husk, leaning forward to claim her lips once again. Kiba pressed into her hotly, sealing her breath, but let it cool quickly. There was something deeply satisfying about the taste of her lips, it had lingered along with that undeniable spark between them they had found that first time. He looked to steal her breath with the simmering intensity of each lip-rolling movement. His hands abandoned her arms, only to pass under the fabric of the hanging dress and collapse against the curvature of her hips. With no warning, Kiba took hold of her petite frame and tugged her away from the tree, into his chest. Her dress, already loose, barely hanging on, fell into a crumpled pool of cloth at the base of the tree.

It too became as forgotten as the cinch that originally held it.

Kiba’s hands slid inward along her back, and dove down until his large palms took hold of her yet panty covered ass and groped her. He cupped and scooped, hoisting her off her feet and stepping forward, curling her legs around him. Stepping carelessly onto her dress, Kiba pressed her back against the rough bark of the tree that nipped at her bare skin. She was lifted up until they were level, face to face, and he finally broke the kiss for a deep need of air. His chest heaved with need. He dare not look into her eyes again less he lose himself in them. Exhaling across her chin, Kiba leaned past her cheek and drew his tongue along the underside of her ear, “I’ve been waiting for you, Lyra.” His hot breath passed over her lobe, only ceasing when his lips clamped down to give it a little suckle. Unexpectedly, Kiba dropped his lips to her shoulder and kissed. He lay a series of them, trailing in along her collarbone, headed quickly for the swell of her breast. He squeezed the curve of her ass, tugging the spread of her legs against the tight, solid plane of his abdominals, “For us,” he breathed out against her skin.

[FyreFoxx]

Character Name: Lyreilynn "Lyra" Xyrven Myalis
Date | Time: November 10th | Late Evening
Location: Image of Rook’s Down Park
Wearing: Light blue dress with golden embellishments, dark blue sash
Tagging | Mentioning: Kiba |

Lyra’s breath caught in her throat as she stared up into those pale blue eyes, a shy smile stretching across her lips. She wanted this, she desired this, to explore newfound feelings and emotions and experiences with this man in her arms. This pressure had been building for a while, that spark lit between them. He knew it, she knew it. Fingers curled tighter around the collar of his top, holding on tightly as she leaned back against the tree behind her. She groaned softly as she felt the tug and pull at her waist, his hands seeking to undo the cinch that kept her clothing closed up tight. It wasn’t long before that tautness faded away and the slack in her dress was apparent, the sash uncoiling from around her body as it snaked to the ground, discarded and forgotten.
 
That ember in the pit of her stomach had been stoked, coming to life slowly but strongly. Soon, a fierce flame would be blazing within her, aided by his touches upon her skin that left fire in their wake. Every part of her burned beneath him and she was becoming increasingly aroused as his hands explored her body. The touch against her stomach caused a soft gasp to escape, her head lulling to the side as she peered up at him through half-lidded eyes. His movements were slow, careful, agonizingly slow, until they reached her breasts. A shuddering breath passed her lips before that bottom one was captured between her teeth, giving the cutest little moan as his large hands caressed those small mounds. She’d never been touched like that before and couldn’t have imagined the feeling it would elicit. It was electrifying and exhilarating all at once, more pleasurable than she ever thought possible. Any other time, she might have seen such an act as crude or perverted, but right now, in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to feel his fingers dig into her flesh, to grope and squeeze. But he did not, and there was a little whine to accompany his movements further north.
 
The little elf squirmed slightly under his roaming hands, shifting her weight from side to side, before her back was firmly pressed against the trunk of tree. She lifted her head to look up at him fully, a curious subtle tilt as she did so. Lyra didn’t question his motives for long, his hands gliding along her shoulders and guiding the edges of her dress off of her upper body. The cool evening air sent chills down her spine as it softly caressed her exposed skin, the nipples of her small breasts hardening in reaction. She never wore a bra; it was just impractical with the clothes from her homeland, the way they crisscrossed over the body. There simply was no need of one most of the time. As the fabric slid down her arms, catching at her elbows as her own arms were raised around his neck, it left her upper body completely exposed to him now. There was a slight panic that flashed across her face at this junction, washing away the moment of lust in her worry of those marks marring her skin. She had always been afraid of showing them to someone, and here she was now, nearly nude before him, and there was nothing stopping him from seeing them now.
 
But Kiba only smiled at her, soothing her panic with his husky voice that vowed to give her everything. The worry ebbed away and the smile slowly returned. He had done something similar back at his home, hadn’t he? Simply ignored they were there and saw her for her, not for the scars littering her body. He didn’t ask about them, didn’t pull away, didn’t even hesitate to lavish her with more love and affection. Her fears assuaged, she lost herself in the kiss he planted on her lips, parting her lips wider to allow him greater access. Lyra couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, something sweet and earthy. Her hands left his shoulders and trailed down his chest, fingers splayed out as she felt the hard muscles underneath the lower they went, exploring a bit of her own, the dress slipping further down her arms the lower her hands went. His hands found her hips and dug in slightly before, in one swift movement, he pulled her forward into his chest. She gasped into his mouth, her hands flailing for purchase, but the motion caused her arms to slip free of the sleeves. Now, without body to cling to or tree to be pinned against, that soft blue fabric fell harmlessly away from her to join the cinch on the ground. Standing before him in nothing but a pair of white lacy panties, she felt her face heat up even more than it had been before, rosy coloring tinting her cheeks.
 
The moment her feet left the ground, Lyra opened her eyes wide, a squeak of surprise being uttered as she snaked her arms around his neck for support, her legs guided around his waist. She was painfully aware at the differences in their dress now. Having been lifted from the ground, her slippered shoes had fallen away, haphazardly skewed across the grass, leaving her feet, as well as the rest of her, completely bare before him. “K-Kiba,” she breathlessly got out the moment he broke the kiss, her face flushed a deep red. She panted softly with the need for air, her eyes falling back to half-lidded drunk with passion. As his tongue traced alongside her ear, she let out a little moan of pleasure, her entire body trembling with that one action. Elven ears were sensitive, far more sensitive than she ever realized! Who knew that they could be a source of pleasure, too? “Ah!” The color rose all the way to even her ears, another shiver running down her spine as he softly suckled on her lobe, causing goosebumps to raise across her pale skin.
 
She dug her fingers into his skin, dragging her nails across his upper back as she curled them inward, having slipped just beneath the edges of his collar to touch bare flesh. She wanted to feel more of him. She wanted him to feel more of her. Already one barrier was removed between them, but it wasn’t enough. Lyra rolled her head back as he trailed kisses down her collarbone, leaning back as much as she was able to give him the space needed between them, lifting her chest up towards his mouth. She wanted more. Fingers eagerly abandoned their commitment of leaving scratches against his skin in pursuit of that collar of his once more. She gripped it tightly as she tugged outward in rough motions, once, twice, taking the clothing with her as she exposed more of his broad shoulders to the evening air with every drag of her hands. His hands on her ass were foreign, but not unpleasant, unconsciously wrapping her legs tighter around his waist as he held her in place. She was becoming increasingly aware of the warmth spreading through her core and the heat and wetness rising from where their bodies touched.
 
Lyra let her hands rest on his shoulders, slipping beneath the fabric so she could feel his skin against hers. Why did this man send her mind spiraling like this? How? Was it supposed to feel this good? This… pleasurable? She’d never experienced the pleasures of the flesh before, and her only real knowledge of it was what little she had started to read in those silly, steamy novels she had picked up after coming to Hammer. “K-Kiba,” she breathlessly called for him again, moving a hand to his cheek as she lifted his face up to meet hers. “More. I want to feel more.” Guiding his face towards hers, she pressed her lips against his in a bid to savor that sultry taste once more. She only shared a few kisses before she broke away, trailing them along his jawline until she was right next to his ear, nuzzling against his cheek. Her tongue lashed out to run along the underside of his lobe, much like he had done to hers, before nibbling softly. “I want to feel all of you, Kiba,” she whispered softly against his skin.

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Kiba Lurke
Date | Time: November 10th | Late Evening
Location: Rook’s Down Park... Sort of
Wearing: Black hanfu
Tagging | Mentioning: Lyra |
The sharp bite of her nails, even through the layers of fabric, caused Kiba to arch into her. He pressed her back and rubbed her against the rough bark of the tree. Freed from her own dress she seemed so free, and her every motion offered herself to him. Suddenly, Kiba felt ensnared by the clothes that covered his body. For a moment, being liberated from his own inexplicably weighty clothing, was a greater desire than even the one to explore her body. But only because it was in service of it. He craved to shed their constraints so that he could feel every inch of her body against his. His mouth opened wide and lips formed a ring on her clavicle, and he groaned needily, hinting at his frustration that there remained this barrier between them when he wanted none.

His tongue swiped at the little patch of skin his lips had encircled. A breath expelled hotly against her skin as he pulled back and resumed his pursuit for her chest, every kiss trailing him closer to her breasts. The heat of his breath mingled with the cool of the night air into a heady mix that teased her senses. Kiba’s fingers flexed eagerly, unevenly squeezing and kneading the tender flesh of her backside. He wanted more, a growing, desperate need to connect, to feel the warmth of her skin against his own, gnawed at his mind and he took it out on her ass, groping her roughly. And all of it felt like stealing back time, making up for moments they hadn’t taken since that first kiss.

If he had not been holding her aloft, Kiba would already have been at the tucks and folds of his clothes. He would have ripped them from himself, had he not been so greedy to touch her that he denied himself the opportunity. So when Lyra’s hands pluckled and yanked at his collar, Kiba pulled away from her and leaned back to relieve any stress that might hold it still. His strong, tone shoulders rolled as she pushed the fabric aside, partially ridding him of the shirt and jacket both. But it wasn’t enough. Even as he felt her legs move to secure her place on him, Kiba still wanted more. The warmth he felt radiating from her called to him. The arousal that he sensed in her, it made him shiver and groan again while his eyes caressed her body, washing over scar and smoothness with equal amounts of desire.

She was colder than he was, which was no surprise, Kiba ran a little warm. His eyes closed and his head leaned to the side as her fingers found purchase on his shoulders. Lips parted and he panted a small, pleased sigh. His name on her tongue was music, that beckoned him from his thoughts. His eyes slowly opened to meet hers. Absently, he nuzzled into her palm as she cupped his cheek and brought him back to her face. She wanted it as badly as he did, and the subtle plea for it did nothing for his frustration at those god damn clothes. Their lips locked, and already Kiba was shifting slightly, grinding her dress into the dirt as he repositioned himself for what needed to come next.

Lulling his head, “Ahh…” He breathed out, the sensation of her kisses sent a pleasurable tingle rolling down his spine. A wry smirk pulled on his lips when he felt her tongue. And a tightness in his crotch pulsed as she whispered to experience his whole.

Already shifted, Kiba began to lower her, giving just enough space that the tree faintly scraped against her back instead of tearing at her. It might have seemed like he was going to put her down, but he had no intion of that. As the lock of her legs already in place took hold, making her sag against him, Kiba all but lunged at the tree. He pushed her back into it to once more lock her in place. Lifting a leg he shoved a knee into the bark and slid it roughly up until it bumped into her core, allowing her a seat. His hands mercifully released her ass, and fled with a quickness to the tethering cinch of his own hanfu. Far less gracefully, he yanked and tugged  at it until it came undone. It hadn’t even hit the ground before his hands were at the spacing she had created and he was tugging open the cross of the attire, shifting with her help to yank it open and shed it like an unwanted skin. Jacket and dress fell together, leaving him nothing but the slippers, of which he didn’t pay enough attention to consider getting rid of.

There were still barriers between them, but they were much less and they could wait. His knee fell away from her, but large hands were already there to catch her. She bounced a little in his grasp. Kiba lifted her away from the tree entirely, supporting her weight easily. He pulled her against him and slowly lifted her back up, making her almost crawl up his body, dragging their flesh together with every inch, until once more they were face to face. It felt so good to finally be feeling her, to have her pressed against him like this. His nose brushed against hers affectionately, and then there was a pause. A deep, silent moment where he took her gaze and stared into it. A connection not of the body, but of the mind - of the soul. “Te amo, Lyra. Te amo.” He repeated for not the first time this evening.

Back pressed firmly against the sturdy tree trunk, KLiba seized her lips in a kiss that was a symphony of raw passion and tender sensuality. Every ounce of emotion that he felt for her, desire and affection, attraction and comfort, was poured into that embrace. His entire body pressed into hers, the heat of his skin melding against hers and fighting off the chill of the air. He wondered if she could feel the fervent pounding of his heart that longed for her. Lower, another insistent throbbed demanded her attention, a heavy stiffness straining against the confines of his briefs, eager to claim the gift that she was offering - her very self.

Yet, Kiba was not ready to rush even now. The primal urge to possess her was tempered by his desire to savor every inch of her being. So his hands once again began to lift her higher, raking her lightly over the bark on ascent. “...And I want every part of you,” He continued as their lips were dragged apart by the motion. This was not just about the culmination of their physical desire, but about the journey, the exploration of the depths of their connection. He craved more than the satisfaction of his lust; he sought the intimate joy of discovering her completely. She was raised above his head, held high until it was her chest in his face. Kiba pressed a kiss in the valley of her breasts, and then turned, nuzzling his smooth cheek against her pale flesh until his mouth came to the erect nipple and his tongue swiped out to greet it. His arm stretched until he cradled her ass on its fore section, and his hand gripped at the opposite cheek. Freeing his other hand it came out and gripped the outside of her thigh. It raced up her the side of her body, firmly stroking her, until it curved in and cupped her other breast and began to grope her, while his mouth enveloped its prize and showered it with the wet, tender affections of his tongue.

[FyreFoxx]

Character Name: Lyreilynn "Lyra" Xyrven Myalis
Date | Time: November 10th | Late Evening
Location: Image of Rook’s Down Park
Wearing: Light blue dress with golden embellishments, dark blue sash
Tagging | Mentioning: Kiba |

Every new experience Kiba gave her sent shivers down her spine. Each feeling of his hands groping her ass, his fingers digging into the delicate flesh. Each kiss on her pale scarred skin, the caress of his tongue. Everything left Lyra’s body burning, inside and out, that flame deep within her core raging like a wildfire, like she was going to combust if she didn’t get release from these sensations soon. Her mind was swimming in a fog of carnal pleasure and arousal, her eyes half-lidded as her head lulled back, allowing him to do as he pleased with her. Every touch was so intoxicating and she felt completely drunk without ever having a single sip of alcohol.
 
Her wandering hands couldn’t tug at his collar fast enough, desperate to feel his skin against hers. She wasn’t even sure why she felt the need to experience his warmth so directly, but something was burning deep inside that could only be satisfied with his touch. Lyra’s hands glided effortlessly over his shoulders, pushing the fabric of his jacket and shirt both aside, kneading the sinewy muscles beneath her fingers. Nails dug into his biceps as she dragged her hands downward, gripping him tightly as she uttered a moan as his hands gave a rather strong squeeze to her ass, making her tremble in his grasp.
 
Her legs tightened around his waist, pressing herself more firmly against his hips and pelvic, that bulge just beneath the curve of her ass becoming noticeable as time went by. Lyra relished that kiss after bringing his face back to hers, and even after nibbling along his ear, she wasn’t done with him yet. Another drag of her tongue along his ear was given after seeing his reaction to the first one, her teeth catching on his lobe once more, a little harder as she moaned directly into his ear as he shifted her in his arms. “Ahh…” Releasing him, she buried her face against his neck, teeth grazing softly against his collarbone instead, if only to try and muffle the lewd sounds she was making.
 
She didn’t even seem to care that the tree was scraping at her back. Every motion against the bark caused her Soul to spark just a little, small flashes of green in the otherwise dimly lit night. Compared to the scratches her nails were intent to leave on his skin, the bark was nothing on hers. There was a grunt as he pushed her more firmly against the tree, sinking her teeth into the tender flesh of his collarbone. That grunt made way for the groan that followed, squirming as his knee came into contact with her ass. Heat was radiating from her core and her panties were already soaked through, something that Kiba would most certainly notice the wetness against his thigh. Her fingers moved down to his waist, curling around that cinch of his to help assist in loosening its hold on his clothes. Her legs loosened around his hips just a bit as she pulled back from him enough to allow hurried hands to yank and pull at his own clothing, shedding it like an unneeded second skin.
 
Lyra let out a little gasp as she bounced in his grasp, then immediately followed it up with a giggle, a soft smile crossing her lips as she gazed up at the man she loved with all her heart. Pulled close to him, her breasts were squished against his chest, bare flesh to bare flesh, as he lifted her higher until she could look him directly in the eyes. She slid her arms loosely around his neck, fingers idly twisting the locks of his hair at the nape of his neck, before one hand went higher, entwining her fingers into his hair further while the other scraped her nails against his upper back. “Te amo, Kiba. Te amo,” she repeated softly, her blue eyes locked onto his similarly colored ones.
 
She groaned into the heated kiss as she felt the trunk pressed firmly against her back once more, and she used that pressure to bring her lover closer against herself. Lyra wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, drawing him further into her. Her lips parted as she sought to lose herself in that kiss, taste every part of him, shower him with all the love and desire she held for him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a subtle backdrop to the little noises they were making, the moans and grunts. She flexed her legs, toes curling as she grinded against his waist, the feel of his sculpted abs adding a strange sense of pleasure to the motion.
 
The bark scraped at her back again as she was lifted higher, but Lyra paid it no mind. What were a few scratches compared to the scars that littered her body? Her Soul flickered slightly in response, dulling any pain his actions might have brought to her. Already, she whined as that kiss broke apart, her lips desiring to be brought back together with his like a missing puzzle piece seeking its pair. Another moan slipped out between her lips as his found their way down her chest. She gasped at the first feeling of his tongue against her skin, her face flush with color. What… what was he doing? A tingling sensation ran down the length of her body and that flame inside burst through to new heights. Her teeth captured her bottom lip as she bit down with a sharpness that brought some mild clarity back to her mind. Her head lulled back, groaning softly as his hand found her other breast. “K-Kiba… Hngh!”
 
“By the Light, Kiba…” Lyra moaned his name again, her fingers tightening their grip in his hair. She pressed her lower body closer to him, knees bending further as her ankles crossed, drawing her ever closer, grinding her core against his abdominals. Her nails raked across his skin, dragging her fingers until she reached his shoulder, where her hands gripped tightly and held on for dear life. She was at his mercy to explore fully and her body felt like it was engulfed in the tenderest of flames; heated from within but burning without.
 
Her nipples were erect little nubs that hardened further at his affections, eliciting little pleasant sighs from her as he continued to ravage her body. It wasn’t fair, the way he had full control over the situation. He kept her just out of reach of doing anything to him in return. And yet, that lack of control, the way he adored her and lavished all this attention on her, the way he pampered that dainty little elf brought a smile to her lips. Lyra ran her fingers through his hair, gently scraping her nails along his scalp, guiding his mouth to a more pleasurable spot, one that got a much louder moan to fill the air. She trembled under his touch and the way he made her squirm beneath him. “…More,” she whispered breathlessly, writhing in ecstasy. If even just this much gave her so much pleasure, what was the rest going to feel like?
 
She wanted to feel more of him. Wanted to experience all he was willing to give her. To experience his exploration of her form. This feeling, this sensation, was freeing. There were no worries about her scars. There were no worries about being perfect. No worries about anything but pure absolute pleasure. And she craved it. This freedom to explore something unknown and foreign to her and experience the joys and pleasures of the flesh. To just feel. This was nothing like how she imagined it to be like during all those hours and lonely nights staying up reading those steamy novels and trying to visualize the lovers in the scenes portrayed. It was one thing to let your imagination take over, wondering about what it would feel like if it had been you in that situation, but another one entirely when it was actually you in that scene, feeling those feelings, their touch on your body, their breath warming your skin.
 
Lyra leaned in towards him, lulling her head to the side as she appraised his work. “Tuus sum,” she said softly, using the hand entangled in his hair to tilt his head back enough so she could look into his eyes. “Semper tua.” Leaning down further, her back curled over, she used the leverage she had on him to draw his face away from her body, even as the chilly night air caused goosebumps to appear as it teased over her damp flesh, her nipples perking up even further with the gentle caress of the wind. “So, make me yours. Please.” Her mouth captured his in a rough kiss, full of passion and wonton desire, lips seeking their mate as they parted wide, her tongue dipping into the cavern created between them, hungry to taste even more of her lover. “Claim every part of me.”

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Kiba Lurke
Date | Time: November 10th | Late Evening
Location: Rook’s Down Park... Sort of
Wearing: Black hanfu
Tagging | Mentioning: Lyra |
Kiba’s shoulders rolled and pushed forward. The taut, firm muscles of his shoulder blades flexed as they met her nails, each scratch drawing a bright red trail on his skin. Her touch elicited a visceral response; a low, pleased moan rumbled from his chest, a deeply masculine purr that resonated into the stillness of the night. His cock strained against the tight fabric of his briefs, desperate to be free, aching with the desire to claim her. She clung to him, her fingers digging in as Kiba leaned into her, using her own pull to press harder against her body. His mouth, initially focused on her nipple, widened to encompass more of her small breast. The warm, wet muscle of his tongue remained attentive, not losing sight of the pebble-hard nub. It lavished the sensitive flesh with tender, sensual affection, moving in deliberate patterns. His tongue pressed firmly beneath the nipple, pushing it upwards before strain caused it to slip and lap over it, then swirling around one side before repeating the motion in the opposite direction. Each movement was an intuitive step in a dance of pleasure, drawing soft gasps and moans from her as he explored her breast with a relentless, loving intensity. His breath was hot against her skin, mingling with the cool of night to create a sensation that left her trembling.

Her fingers slid effortlessly through his thick, loose hair, meeting no resistance as they explored the soft strands. The gentle scraping of her nails against his scalp drew a low hum of contentment from him, his eyes half-closing in response to the soothing sensation. His mouth continued its ministrations, lips dragging slowly over the supple flesh of her breast, savoring every inch of her skin. Gradually, he narrowed his focus, allowing her to guide him to where she desired his touch the most. Sensing her need, he pressed his face deeper into her breast, eager to comply. His enthusiasm caused her breast to smoosh against him. Her pleasured moan, soft yet resonant, broke the quiet of the night and sent a delighted shiver down his spine. The sound of her pleasure fueled his own desire, driving him to further intensify his efforts. His tongue and lips worked in harmony, exploring her breast with tender yet fevered attention.

His lips fell away from her breast with a dull pop, the sound lingering in the air. Leaning back into her hand, he found her eyes, and in them, he saw the truth of her words and that stirred something primal within him: I am yours. His cock throbbed, straining against the confines of his last article of clothing, doing its best to flex. Always yours. Kiba’s lips parted, and a groan of pleasure escaped him, his entire body vibrating with desire. But it was her next words that pulled something even deeper from him. A wanton, hungry moan rose from his chest, only to be swallowed as their lips met in a fervent kiss. That plea to be claimed was all the encouragement he needed. Without hesitation, he took her kiss, shoving her against the rough bark behind her and pushing back into it.

Those lips wrestled with hers, forceful and demanding, as he stole control of the kiss from her. They parted briefly, only for his tongue to meet hers in a passionate dance. It swirled and moved with purpose, eventually pinning her tongue beneath his. His abdomen flexed, muscles tightening and loosening against her body with each movement. He kissed her like she was water and he had been stranded in the desert his entire life, unable to get enough of her. As their tongues danced and their bodies pressed together, the world around them faded away. There was only the heat between them, the undeniable connection that drew them closer, and the promise of what was to come. Kiba’s every move was filled with raw, unrestrained passion, driven by the animal need to claim and be claimed, to love and be loved in return.

The only reason he allowed their lips to part was the desperate need for air, pushing it to the limit until their chests were heaving with panting breaths. Even between gasps, he couldn't bear to be without her. In a sudden move, he faux-dropped her, releasing her briefly and letting her slide down against him. Catching her again, face to face, Kiba nudged her head to the side. Between breaths, his lips pressed quick, hot kisses down her cheek, racing towards her ear. As he reached his destination, he growled, "Meus." The word, raw and possessive, reverberated with a primal intensity. His hands gripped her tighter, pulling her impossibly closer. The feeling of her soft skin against his sent another surge of desire through him, his cock strained again with urgent need. His lips continued their fervent journey, trailing fiery kisses along her neck, each one an echo of his declaration.

Kiba's voice was a rough whisper against her ear, filled with a blend of need and dominance. “Semper tua.” he repeated, the promise carrying the weight of his devotion. His mouth found the sensitive spot just below her ear, and he lavished it with attention, his tongue tracing circles while his teeth grazed her skin.

All the while, he was shifting. Deliberate adjustments, shuffling her miniscule weight in his arms. With a show of stretch, he hoisted her so that she sat on the forearm of but one of his arms. Powerful muscles, thin, but sharply toned, flexed as he adjusted their positions. Her body pressed against his, her legs wrapped around him. The balls of her feet digging slightly into his backside to add support. The rough bark of the tree at her back, rubbing and nipping at her with every movement. His now free hand grazed over the curve of her ass, down until he was cupping her thigh. It reached under her, found her soaking panties. The fabric clinging to her wetness, defining her sex. His fingers brushed her hidden folds, gliding along her.

Unable - unwilling - to hold back, Kiba hooked his fingers around the edge of her panties and roughly pulled them aside, exposing her to his touch. If he was to claim her, she needed to be ready. He cupped her pussy with his palm. Two central fingers pressed together and spread her slickened lips. They glided along her pressing her open and until the pair felt the tightness of her virgin hole. They curled and coaxed for a moment, rubbing along against her gateway before they dove into the slick heat within. He pulled back to lock eyes with her, to watch and drink in the visual pleasure that would come. His gaze was dark with lust and affection, a desire to please her, and one deeper to make her utterly his own. He stretched her around the two fingers, sinking them to the second knuckle, till his palm grinded her clit. He had her hooked.

 "Meus." He repeated. This was only the beginning, she would be his. All of her would be his.

[FyreFoxx]

Character Name: Lyreilynn "Lyra" Xyrven Myalis
Date | Time: November 10th | Late Evening
Location: Image of Rook’s Down Park
Wearing: Light blue dress with golden embellishments, dark blue sash
Tagging | Mentioning: Kiba |

His moan was music to her ears, a delightful melody that mingled in the air with her own solicited cries of passion. His kiss was intoxicating and delectable and she couldn’t get enough of his taste. Already her breasts were aching for attention once more, but Lyra wanted him right where he was, her lips in a sensual dance with his as they wrestled for control; control that Kiba eventually won in a display of pure dominance. Her cheeks flushed further red as he dove deeper, pressing her small body firmly against the tree. Her Soul sparked again, a flicker in the night, as the rough bark dug into her flesh, tiny little scratches marring her pale skin, those thin red lines overlapping years’ worth of paler scars.
 
The way he moved his tongue against hers sent her mind reeling, thoughts of him using it elsewhere coming to mind. It had been masterful against her breasts, it was exquisite against her tongue, but the other places it could work its magic? Lyra shuddered, squirming in his arms, grinding her hips against his abdominals, her wetness leaving a small trail behind as she dripped with desire to feel him. There was nothing else around her but him. Nothing else on her mind but the man whose strong arms kept her safe and secure. The man who was showering her in affections and whose desire was as heavy and thick as her own.
 
There was a tiny squeak of surprise at the sudden drop, her fingers tightening their grip on both his shoulder and entangled in his hair. Those powder blue eyes sought out similarly colored ones, seeking to find something deep within his gaze. But seeking… what? What was she looking for? Lyra wasn’t even sure herself, only that she hoped to find it. A part of her knew it was there in the way he looked at her, the way he gave her his sole undivided attention and delicate ministrations. Another part of her couldn’t quite register the emotions playing across his features or what that spark she saw was. Was it simple lust? Or something much deeper than desire?
 
She had little time to think about it, the thought slipping from her mind as he nudged her head to the side. Obeying wordlessly, a soft moan was barely muffled behind her teeth, biting down gently on her bottom lip as he trailed kisses to her ear. At that one word, something inside of her snapped. ‘Mine.’ “Sic,” she answered, nearly breathlessly. “Tua.” Another pleasured groan rumbled deep from within her chest, her core tightening with need as his grip on her pulled her impossibly close. She aided his efforts, pressing into him as much as she close, so that there was not even any space for air between their bodies. She tilted her head further to the side, allowing him easier access to her throat as he lavished her with kisses.
 
Lyra trembled in his arms at that harsh declaration of dominance. He was hers, as much as she was his. “A-ahh!” she cried out as his tongue circled a particularly sensitive spot just beneath her ear. Her hands had both dropped to his shoulders as she clung to him, nails digging ever further into his firm muscles, leaving little indents in his flesh, marking him as hers.
 
All the moving around caused her to rub her crotch more firmly against him, shifting her weight as she soon found herself perched on a single arm. For a moment, she was impressed with his strength, but she had known he was strong, just not that strong. Her legs loosened around his waist, the bare balls of her feet resting just above the curve of his ass, as she unconsciously angled her hips upwards. She wiggled her ass as he gripped it, a soft smile pulling at the corners of her lips. Lyra let out a shuddering breath as his hand trailed down over the subtle curvature of her ass cheeks, tracing delicate lines of fire along her thigh, until he reached her panties, soaked through with her obvious desire for him. Her cheeks ramped up in both heat and color, suddenly embarrassed for him to be touching her that way, and yet, as his fingers brushed over those folds, even over the fabrics, her hips bucked against his hand and a deep moan rumbled forth.
 
The moment that cool air hit her most delicate spot, Lyra gasped in surprise. “K-Kiba,” she called out his name in a mixture of need and shyness, whimpering as his fingers traced along her labia. She was so wet for him and her body was aching to be filled. “P-please,” she begged him, rotating her hips enough to grind her pussy against his exploring hands. Her eyes found his the moment he plunged within her depths and she cried out in pure bliss, her lips forming an ‘O’ as her entire body trembled in delight. Her eyes rolled back as she let her head lull to the side, groaning in pleasure. “Gods above.”
 
This was supposed to hurt, wasn’t it? Everything she had ever read always said the first time was supposed to hurt. That first moment of Joyce and her lover had described how her pain had been overshadowed by the immense pleasure her lover was giving her, how it only cemented her devotion to him that she was willing to get hurt in such an intimate way, and his love for her to caress and ease her into it, erasing the bad and replacing it with the good. So, why didn’t this hurt? It was her first time being with a man. She had never even pleasured herself, much less had anyone else do it for her, so… Why?
 
Little else came to mind, however, as he grinded his palm against her clit and she cried out once more in pleasure, rocking her hips to continue the motion and bring her closer to that delicious edge. She was so wet, so new to all of this, that even his attention to her pussy like that was going to have her fall over that cliff if he wasn’t careful and applied too much pressure. “K-Kiba,” she managed to croak out between little gasps, leaning forward as she buried her face against his neck, encircling her arms tighter around him as she brought his upper body closer to her. “M-more. I want more.”
 
Unable to hold back her moans, Lyra turned her head slightly, so that her lips grazed over supple skin of his neck, trailing kisses from his collarbone, all the way up the side of his neck, to his jaw, over his cheek, and ending at his ear. Her tongue lashed out, dragging that hot wet muscle along the underside of his lobe, much like before, hoping to elicit a similar reaction from him. “Semper tua,” she repeated in a sultry whisper into his ear, before her teeth captured his lobe between them and she nibbled softly. “I… I cannot… last if… you keep… doing that.” Moaning between every other word, she dropped her lips to his neck once more, her teeth grazing against his skin there as she bit down gently to muffle yet another moan, bucking her hips against his wiggling fingers
 
There was that word again. ‘Mine.’ She trembled with anticipation, biting down harder as she pulled him in close. “Take me, Kiba. Make me yours. Unicum tuum.”

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Kiba Lurke
Date | Time: November 10th | Late Evening
Location: Rook’s Down Park... Sort of
Wearing: Black hanfu
Tagging | Mentioning: Lyra |
His fingers delved deep inside her, and for a moment, he paused, savoring the intimacy of the scene. Her arousal was evident, a tangible heat and wetness that coated his hand. The warmth and tightness that enveloped his fingers felt like a pulsing, eager embrace. For a brief second, the only motion was the insistent, needy bucking of her hips against his hand. He held still, letting her set the pace, riding his fingers with a desperate hunger that mirrored his own desire. She pleaded for more, a need he was more than willing to satisfy. With a sudden, synchronized movement, she thrust her hips downward just as he drove his arm upward, his fingers plunging deeper inside her. The sound of his palm meeting her slick folds echoed softly in the night, a mingling of a faint clap and a wet squelch. He watched her reaction closely, the way her eyes rolled back in ecstasy and how her body shivered with each penetrating thrust. The tremors that coursed through her matched the rhythm of his fingers, intensifying the shared experience. “Lyra,” He groaned softly for her.

Inside her, Kiba's fingers curled and stroked against the tender, sensitive walls. Each motion was deliberate, his knuckles pressing against the farthest reaches, creating a noticeable bulge that dragged down as he withdrew, only for her to rise to meet him again. It was a teasing gesture, a prelude to what was to come, a build-up to the passion he was barely containing. His cock throbbed with an intense need, and he could feel the slight dampness of precum seeping through his underwear, a testament to his arousal. The head of his cock was slick with it, a light coating that intensified his desire.

The source of his fervor was not just her beauty, her sensuality, or her undeniable allure, though all these things played a part. It was the way she called for him, the way she surrendered herself entirely, proclaiming with every movement and word to whom she belonged. Her voice, filled with longing and urgency, was a powerful aphrodisiac, driving him to the brink. She was more than beautiful; she was captivating, a siren whose call he could not resist. The depth of her desire for him, her complete and unreserved surrender, ignited a fire within him that demanded to be quenched. As he continued to tease and prepare her, he was acutely aware of the pulsating need within him, a primal urge that mirrored her own. This was a dance of passion, an intimate exchange that bound them together in a moment of raw, unfiltered desire.

He would have relished feeling her release cascade over his palm, her inner walls tightening and clenching around his fingers as a powerful climax tore through her. He tilted his head to give her the space she needed to kiss him, and eventually to bite. Her teeth sinking into his skin, the light sting acting as a muffler for her pleasured cries, sent a shiver of goosebumps cascading across his body. Yet, nothing stirred him as deeply as her desperate pleas for him to take her. Whether she was ready or not, she was about to get everything she asked for. Kiba's voice was a guttural growl, "You are mine." He withdrew his fingers, leaving her achingly empty. He pressed a flat palm against his stomach as he swiftly dove down, shoving his hand into his last piece of clothing. Wrapping his fingers, still slick with her arousal, around his throbbing cock, he roughly pulled himself free, sliding up and over the waistband. Kiba took a brief moment to stroke himself, smearing her essence across the head and painting his shaft with what remained.

"I want all of you, Lyra." Kiba growled, his voice thick with desire. He jerked his hips upward, pressing the thick, bulbous head of his cock against her slit. A gentle rock of his hips teased her, the head gliding across her folds and slowly parting them. He worked his way back up, collecting a generous amount of her arousal, feeling her wetness coat him. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice firm yet tender as he nuzzled the side of her head with an aggressive affection. "Lyra," he whispered, her name barely escaping his lips before he claimed her mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, roughly exploring and taking her the way she wanted. He lapped at her tongue until it met his, rising to dance with him in a passionate rhythm. Kiba's cock slid down her slit once more, buried between her folds, until the thick head caught at her entrance. He pressed against her, testing her resistance, pushing just enough to make her feel the promise of his imminent entry. The pressure built as he pushed forward, every moment heightening the anticipation of their impending union.

The arm that had been freed snaked around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. The other arm released her, allowing her to sag into his embrace and the support of the tree behind her. It then joined its counterpart, wrapping around her in a secure, low-hanging bear hug, with her back pressing into the rough, biting bark. For a moment, everything stilled. No wind stirred, no breaths were drawn, no movement disturbed the silence. The world seemed to pause, leaving only the profound connection between them. Their eyes locked, blue meeting blue, and Kiba gazed deeply into her eyes. “I love you, Lyreilynn.” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Kiba’s muscled arms pulled her down, not roughly but with a desperate urgency, the bark of the tree scraping against her shoulders. She ached to be claimed by him, and he desired nothing more than to make her his, completely. He dragged her down, impaling her on his cock. The swollen head pushed past her entrance, squeezing through her tightness, and he buried himself inside her, inch by passionate inch, until his entire length was sheathed within her. His mouth fell open as he was enveloped in her warmth, a blissful sensation overtaking him. His eyes seemed to lighten, a reflection of his ecstasy. “Omnia mea.” he whispered, his voice filled with possessive adoration. With his arms tightly around her, Kiba lifted her along the length of his shaft, only to pull her down again, ensuring she would not be left empty.

“You’re,” he growled, yanking her down again, fully impaling her once more. The connection of their hips punctuated his words. Lifting her again, he thrust deeply, “All,” he declared, his voice a deep rumble as he buried himself in her depths. “Mine,” he repeated, skewering her with each powerful thrust, stretching and filling her completely. “Lyra.” His head rolled back, and he could have howled into the night from the sheer intensity of having her. His body quaked with pleasure, each thrust leaving him breathless. "Vos semper mei," Kiba groaned, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers, their noses touching, an intimate gesture to seal their connection. "Tantum mea." he whispered, his breath mingling with hers, the words a fervent declaration of his possession.

[FyreFoxx]

Character Name: Lyreilynn "Lyra" Xyrven Myalis
Date | Time: November 10th | Late Evening
Location: Image of Rook’s Down Park
Wearing: Light blue dress with golden embellishments, dark blue sash
Tagging | Mentioning: Kiba |

With every thrust of his hand, Lyra bucked her hips to meet him, letting him dig further and further into her inner walls. It was intoxicating, sending tingles down her body. It was like someone had lit an inferno in her core and the flames were raging, unable to be quenched. She had no idea that even something as simple as his fingers could feel so good inside of her. By the Light, if his fingers felt this good, just how much pleasure would his cock give her?
 
Lyra moaned in ecstasy as he explored more and more of her body. It ached for his touch, to be filled and every inch of her claimed as his. Her head nuzzled further into his neck, gasping breaths as her body started moving on its own. She hadn’t even realized it when he stopped his motions and kept his hand still, letting her set the pace as she needily grinded her hips against his palm, clawing her way closer to that delicious edge. When he suddenly and intensely drove his hand upwards to meet one of her downward thrusts, Lyra cried out in near orgasmic bliss, throwing her head back as her mouth dropped out, those powder blues rolling back into her head. Her entire body shook with pleasure, trembling under his careful ministrations. “K-Kiba,” she gasped softly, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held onto him for what felt like dear life. “S-so close…” she mumbled, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth as she stifled another moan that attempted to escape.
 
But she didn’t want to fall over that edge just yet, not when the best was yet to come. She rolled her head back forward, still moving her hips to meet his enticing fingers that curled and pleasured every conceivable spot he could reach. Every little curl of his fingers, every thrust of her hips, was a desperate plea for more, craving the sensation of release. She was addicted to this feeling of pleasure, how she drunk it all in and still wanted more, as if she were in the middle of a desert and no amount of water could quench her thirst. A powerful need to be completely filled slowly grew within her, wanting to feel all of him, every inch and intimate moment shared. She didn’t just want him, she needed him. “Please,” she begged again, whimpering as she could feel her climax approaching, her inner walls clenching tightly around his invading fingers.
 
It was almost a relief when he withdrew his hand, yet that feeling of emptiness nearly overwhelmed her. Her small body trembled, heaving deep breaths against his neck as she nuzzled up against him. It was the break she needed, yet not one she wanted. Lyra let out a pleasant hum against his skin, turning her head enough to kiss the spot she had only recently bitten, her tongue darting out to drag its rough surface over the marks her teeth left behind, as if she were licking a wound.
 
With one last kiss over the bite, she lifted her head to meet his gaze as he demanded of her. It wasn’t aggressive, but it still sent chills down her spine, biting her lower lip softly as she obeyed him without question, those powder blue eyes drunk on passion and lust half lidded, staring at his own equally pale blue eyes. She gasped into the kiss as their lips crashed together, claiming her mouth and her breath. She needed him, desperately deepening the kiss as she sought to dive further into bliss, their tongues dancing together as if it were the most natural thing in the world. That pressure at her entrance was driving her wild, aching to be filled by him, his cock teasing her folds as he ran the head up and down her slit, nudging that virgin hole that sought to pull him in deeper. She loved this man with all her heart and wanted to give all of herself to him.
 
No, she already belonged to him.
 
The way he said her name was like music to her ears, a soft smile pulling at the corners of her lips as she retreated from the kiss enough that she could look into his eyes. “I love you, too, Kiba,” she whispered softly, an equal amount of emotion coating her words. Her Soul sparked again as the rough bark bit into her skin, scratching red lines into the scar-marred flesh. As soon as her confession left her lips, it was replaced by a sharp inhale as he dragged her down by the hips and hilted himself within her depths. That bulbous head pressed past her entrance, forcing it open as he slid inside, inch by excruciating pleasurable inch. The exhale came out as a throaty groan, her mouth hanging open as her eyes rolled back and fluttered closed. The sensation alone was nearly enough to make her climax!
 
That feeling of completely being filled was so intense, she thought she was going to explode! Lyra felt so warm and full, every inch of him deep inside as she squirmed in his tender embrace, wiggling her hips from side to side as she adjusted to his full length. How such a big object fit so snugly inside her tiny body was a mystery, but one best left to solve later, for now she was too distracted by the pleasure it was giving her just to have him sheathed within her folds. “Unicum tuum,” she repeated again, surrendering herself to her lover and his cries of adoration. “Semper tua,” she confirmed, little gasps and moans punctuated between her words.
 
Whining as he pulled out, Lyra opened her eyes to gaze up at him, pleading with her expression not to leave her body aching and empty, and his response was to yank her back down on his cock. “Ah, yes!” Again, she wiggled her hips, gyrating them with each thrust upwards into her slender body. Lyra cared not at all for the way her back ached, how those scratches became small cuts, how the bark rubbed her back raw. All she was focused on was the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her, the way her inner walls clenched and gripped his shaft, pulling him in deeper with each new entry. “I’m,” she groaned out during one particularly heavy thrust, her head bowed as her eyes were shut tight, trying to block out everything but the sensation of feeling every inch of him. “All,” she moaned, fingers curling around his collarbone as she dug her nails in unconsciously. She shifted her weight to accommodate his size, using the placement of her hands and legs to help lift herself with his thrust. “Yours,” she declared in earnest, nearly breathless as she struggled to keep up with his pace. “Kiba.” She cried his name out desperately, desire building within her core as he took her, body and soul belonging to him and only him.
 
That roaring inferno in the pit of her stomach was nearly at its breaking point. Her body was shivering in delight, a thin layer of sweat covering her body as she worked to match his rhythm, grinding her hips against his every time they slapped together, using her legs around his waist as leverage to draw him in even deeper, rotating herself just a little bit at each connection to hit that sweet spot deep within that was causing her mind to go blank every time his cock rubbed against it. “Semper tua. Ego semper tua, et nemo aliud est.”
 
Her breathing became ragged gasps of pleasure, trying to pull in as much air as possible but each of his deep penetrating thrusts was knocking the air right back out of her, groaning as she writhed in desire. She pressed her forehead back against his, gently tilting her head side to side as she rubbed her nose against his own. Those half-lidded eyes, so full of emotion, gazing lovingly into his. Even as her body shook with each thrust, her wetness drenching his shaft and letting him glide in easier, she kept her upper body steady, her eyes locked onto his. “Tuum usque in sempiternum,” Lyra declared with a sultry voice, tilting her chin up so that she could capture his lips again with hers. She wanted to taste him, savor his essence, and devour him as much as he wanted to devour all of her. Her tongue snaked out to explore the cavern they created, a partner seeking its mate in that passionate dance.
 
Lyra moaned into the kiss even as she hungrily sought more of him, slipping her arms further around his neck as she brought him in closer, both his face and his cock, tightening her legs around his waist. “More,” she breathlessly called out, her voice muffled slightly from their lip-locking. She broke it long enough to steal another lungful of air and another plea. “I want all of you, Kiba. Give me everything, and you can have all of me.” She dragged her nails along his upper back, putting some of her weight on her forearms over his shoulders as she lifted herself up a bit higher and then slammed her body down against him with a hearty moan, rocking her hips into the thrust. And again, this time with more fervor and desire, bringing herself closer to the edge that he had so nearly teased her towards earlier.
 
Pressing her shoulders into the tree trunk behind her, Lyra angled herself so that Kiba could bury himself even deeper inside, pulling him closer to her face for another heated kiss. She shifted enough so that his cock nearly slid out of her, that feeling of emptiness nearly overwhelming her, before forcing herself back down onto his shaft with a groan, repeating it again, and again. He was hers as much as she was his, and she wanted every part of him. No, she needed him, all of him. “Make me yours. Claim me. Mark me.”

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Kiba Lurke
Date | Time: November 10th | Late Evening
Location: Rook’s Down Park... Sort of
Wearing: Black hanfu
Tagging | Mentioning: Lyra |
She met his every thrust with equal fervor, their movements synchronized in a dance of raw desire. The intensity of their connection went beyond mere satisfaction; it was a primal, consuming need. Her pussy tightened around him, desperate for every inch of his cock, clinging to him with a fervent grip. As he withdrew, her slick folds seemed to grasp at him, reluctant to let him go, reaching to hold him deep inside her. With each powerful thrust, a shudder of pleasure coursed through him, matched by the sensual undulations of her hips. Her moans were symphonies of ecstasy, rising in pitch with every movement. The way her nails dug into his skin, leaving deep indentations and the promise of future marks, added to the raw, unbridled passion they shared. “Nng.. Mmf..”

But it was her words that drove him wild. Her voice, dripping with submission and eager surrender, filled the air with a palpable tension. Each time he plunged deeper into her, she whispered another word of surrender, her voice a testament to her complete and utter devotion. Her cries of his name, filled with a blend of desperation and reverence, echoed in his ears as he impaled her, filling her completely. “Ahhg, my love…” Every moment was charged with an electric intensity, their bodies moving in rough but perfect harmony. The air around them seemed to throb with the heat of their passion, the night filled with the sounds of their lovemaking. Her submission was not just in her words, but in the way she offered herself to him, body and soul, with every thrust and every breath. “Amica mea.”

Their connection was more than physical; it was an exchange of power and desire, a mutual surrender to the moment. As they moved together, lost in the rhythm of their passion, it was clear that this was more than just sex. It was a profound and intimate union, a meeting of souls in the heat of the moment, leaving them both breathless and yearning for more.

He nuzzled against her, their foreheads touching and gently bumping, creating a tender connection that mirrored the intimacy of their bodies. Every movement was filled with a growing hunger, their skin slickening with sweat as the heat between them intensified. His eyes locked onto hers, soft and full of affection, reflecting the deep love he felt. Her gaze met his, a mirror of the same emotions, creating a silent but profound dialogue between them. Kiba returned her kiss, a deep, passionate exchange that sent shivers down his spine. His moans vibrated against her lips, his pleasure evident as her body worked its sensual magic on him. He throbbed inside her, each pulse heightening the tension that built within him. She could feel the way his body tightened around hers, a physical manifestation of the desire coiling inside him.

With a powerful pull, he drew her closer, his grip firm and possessive. He pushed her back harder, his need for her growing more urgent. Each thrust became harder, deeper, a series of rough, thundering movements that buried him within her without hesitation. There was no holding back; he gave her everything she asked for and more, their bodies moving in perfect, passionate synchronization. Her call for everything was met with his total surrender, his thrusts driving deeper, each one more intense than the last. Their lips parted, the kiss breaking as Kiba's breath grew heavier. His lids drooped, the intensity of his pleasure evident in every ragged exhale.

Then she said it again, her voice a soft yet commanding whisper. Make me yours. Kiba moaned into the night, his body trembling with the intensity of his desire. “Lyra, I…” His voice broke as he thrust into her with a powerful stroke, the depth of his passion making him linger within her, savoring every moment. Claim me. She urged, her words a plea that resonated deep within him. He drew back, then surged forward again, rutting into her with a rough, desperate need. “Meum est. Lyra. Meum est. Meus es. Aeternum,” he growled, the elvish words pouring from his lips with a fierce possessiveness. Mark me. She demanded, her voice filled with a primal longing that matched his own. At that moment, Kiba broke. His eyes widened with a sudden, uncontrollable fervor, and he plunged into her with his full strength, ramming her against the tree. His cock did more than twitch; it pulsed and throbbed with an urgency that bordered on agony. He exploded inside her, his climax a powerful, overwhelming release. “Nnghaa… Lyy~yra,” he moaned, her name a guttural cry of bliss as he filled her completely, draining himself into her deepest places. His eyes, wide and glazed with pleasure, met hers, the intensity of the moment overtaking all his senses in a wave of unfiltered ecstasy.

[FyreFoxx]

Character Name: Lyreilynn "Lyra" Xyrven Myalis
Date | Time: November 10th | Late Evening
Location: Image of Rook’s Down Park
Wearing: Light blue dress with golden embellishments, dark blue sash
Tagging | Mentioning: Kiba |

Every thrust brought them closer together. Every kiss was a show of love and affection. Every moan and cry of passion a declaration of their union. This was where Lyra was meant to be. Safe in his arms, wrapped up in his protective embrace, giving her all to him as she took everything he was willing to give, her body molding to the shape of him. This just felt right. Kiba was right. He was the one she was meant for, that inexplicable spark that drew her to him, like a magnetic pull she couldn’t resist. Her body burned for him, and him alone, and only he could quench that flame that roiled deep inside of her. It was only his touch that she craved, his kiss she wanted to taste, his words she wanted to hear. It was only Kiba.
 
His moans against her lips were intoxicating, murmuring happily against the connection with one of her own, lost in the feel of their tongues dancing together, refusing to let him go, lest this magic spell he cast over her break. Her inner walls clamped tighter around his cock as he plunged deeper inside of her. Lyra could swear she could feel him pulse within her core and it only ignited her passions further. It was a delicious feeling, the way he was throbbing deep inside. She shifted her hips, rocking back against him as she timed it with each thrust, guiding him deeper and right to that one spot that made her cry out in blissful pleasure, muffled by his lips upon hers. She couldn’t get enough of this feeling, or that pressure in her core building higher and higher, threatening to spill over.
 
There was a small whine as the kiss broke, only to be replaced by gentle grunts and moans as his thrusts became harder, more erratic, more intense. He was losing control, and soon, she would be, too. She had been so close before, with his fingers toying with her folds, and while it had been quite pleasant, she had wanted more, and more did he give! Lyra dug her nails into his upper back once more, leaving her mark behind, a reminder of their unfettered passion. “Yes, there… Right there…!” She called for more, and Kiba responded in kind, a particularly heavy movement of his hips causing her to gasp in surprise, and then groan with a smile. “Nng.. Mmf..”
 
Those words must have tripped a wire somewhere within him; she could feel it in the way his thrusts were slower, but harder, driving as deep as he could as she moved to match him, pulling her down to meet his hips in perfect union. “Tua in aeternum,” she declared without hesitation. “Sum tuus.” All at once, Kiba plunged into her with such strength that he slammed her back against the tree, and her Soul sparked again, a pale green that started to shift colors, the only visible light that surrounded them. Lyra cried out in both pain and pleasure, her voice ringing loudly in the otherwise empty park, clinging to him tightly as she felt that fulfilling pressure within her at near capacity. As he exploded inside of her, feeling so full, her body couldn’t handle it anymore and it sent her over the edge, her eyes rolling back as she hit her own climax to mingle with his own. “Ahh, Kii~baa—!”


“—aahHH!” With a cry of passion, Lyra’s eyes flew wide open as she awoke with a start, sitting up straight in bed as something hit her lap. She was panting heavily, bleary eyed as she looked around her with a mix of horror and confusion. Hadn’t she just been in the park? Where… Where was Kiba? Why was she here? Where was here? She raised a hand to her chest, the wild thumping of her heart beat just beneath the surface, fingers curling around the hem of her sleep robe. No longer was she naked, her back to a tree, her lover in front of her. She was alone, in bed, back in the dorms.
 
As the memories came flooding back to her, Lyra’s face felt like an inferno, flushed a deep red that extended down her neck and all the way to the tips of her ears. It had been Kiba she had been dreaming of! But why Kiba? Why not Azir? That… that had been where they were just the night before, confessing their love to one another, where he pushed her back against a tree, whispering her name, his hands roaming over her body, fumbling at her skirt. But… she had stopped him that night, too ashamed of herself and her body to let it continue. She wanted to give him the chance to make the decision for himself, and not be lost in the throes of passion.
 
But… that was definitely the park. It had definitely been right after the confession. It had been her declaration of wanting to share everything that started it. He stood right where Azir had her pinned to the tree. It had been Azir’s clothes he had discarded, Azir’s language on his lips, so why was the face she saw not Azir?! …and why had it turned her on so badly? Why did it leave an ache in her heart, a yearning for the love that couldn’t be?
 
Lyra shifted uncomfortably under the sheets, only now just realizing just how hot and bothered she truly was, an unmistakable wetness between her legs. At least one thing about the dream had been real, although she wished it hadn’t been. She was going to have to change her panties if she hoped to get any more sleep that night. Glancing at the object in her lap, the dainty elf narrowed her eyes and glared at the book resting harmlessly over the covers, open faced to a rather steamy exchange between Joyce and her own lover, hidden from prying eyes in a secluded garden while they traded passionate kisses and tender touches, intimately exploring one another’s bodies. She must have fallen asleep while reading the third book in the series, the one she had gotten from Shir earlier that day and had been too excited to learn what was next that she couldn’t put it down, even as she climbed beneath the sheets to rest.
 
…Perhaps she should not be reading erotic novels right before bed.

 

- End Scene -

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Mir Glenn
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Floral sheer mesh top, Satin ribbed pants
Tagging | Mentioning: Koko |
Continued from…

Mir took another glance around them. He scrutinized the crowd. At this point there was no way he was going anywhere else, he didn’t want to wait that long. She’d stroked his hedonistic nature, and now it craved. Denying it, even to go somewhere more appropriate, was not an option. “Lift up,” He muttered, once he was positive they had a clear opportunity to be discreet. His hands fell from her stomach to her skirt and he tugged the back of it up as she followed his instruction, setting it folded up along his gut when she sat back down on the smoothness of his pants, removing it as an obstacle for them. Without that second layer of fabric, the bulge in his loose pants was that much more noticeable.

Hands already positioned, one dropped to his pants and shoved beneath the hem while she rocked on him. He grabbed himself and, giving Koko a nudge upward again, wrestled his whole package over the edge of his pants. As she came back down he wedged himself between the cheeks of her ass, rolling his hips up against her to firmly lodge himself in the valley, straining against the fabric of her underwear. It was a hard fit. Realistically Mir’s cock was shorter than average, but that was not the same as being small. Mir was hefty, girthy, and he pushed her cheeks apart; still a hint of untapped flaccidity in him, “Koko,” he groaned softly as the first pass of her sliding over him. God they needed some lube that wasn’t sweat - though, there seemed there’d be plenty of that in a pinch. “That’s next.”

One hand fell out of the curtain of her skirt that kept their lewdness contained. It wrapped around her waist and he placed his hand on her thigh, gripping and slowly spreading her leg open a little. Luckily the table would keep anyone from getting a straight gaze right up her skirt, but really, if someone were looking that close they were probably already screwed anyway. The flickering lights painted them in different colors. In and out of darkness as he positioned her.

Still beneath her skirt, Mir grazed the side of her leg. His hand crept forward along her thigh, lifting the side of her skirt to show it off. It curled in, his fingers teasing along the inner side. “Nnf, Koko, I want…” He began, his hand cupping and tugging back to her pelvis. But what he was expecting wasn’t what he felt, and Mir paused for a second as his brain tried to compute. He squeezed her crotch, thumb shifting to explore.

[Rainbae]

Character Name: Koko Gero
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Red Plaid Skirt, Black Crop Top, Leather Jacket, Thigh High Leather Boots, Hairstyle
Tagging | Mentioning: Mir | N/A
Koko smirked as she watched Mir bite his lip. She breathed a happy sigh at the sight. It was just a small little drop of extra confirmation that she was really getting him turned on. She loved every bit of it though. Every sip of the nectar that was his lust for her made her cheeks flush and body shiver. The more his attention focused on her the more she found she loved it. Pulling him into the small world they'd built together tucked away in the booth made her feel special. And for a girl like Koko who had never been want for feeling different to feel special instead was an intoxicating feeling. So much so that as their gazes continued to stare into one another the club seemed to fade away for a moment. The thrum of the music was barely audible to her. Instead she felt it still in her bones. And all she could see was him, illuminated by the flashing lights. She'd never felt anything like it before. 


Koko was snapped from her reverie as he gave her a love tap or two on her hips asking her to lift. She happily obliged, feeling incredibly risque as they boldly dove deeper into their desires in the middle of the club. And yet despite the fact that they could be found out at any moment it somehow felt so deeply intimate. Like no one else was around. She found herself blushing deeply as her panties were revealed. If Mir still had any doubt that Koko had not been intending anything like this it would be painfully obvious how true that was upon seeing the garment she wore under her skirt. Instead of something sexy and potentially revealing was a thin pair of white cotton panties with little cartoon monkeys and bananas on them. She giggled at herself while trying to hide the embarrassment that came over her. 


There wasn't a word exchanged however as before either of them could comment Koko felt Mir's bare cock press against her. She was surprised at first at how it spread her. It felt heavy pressed between her cheeks. Endorphins shot through her brain as she imagined it pressing into her. A small “Oh fuuucckkk” slipped from her lips. The fantasy alone was overwhelming. She trusted Mir but thoughts about how it was going to fit still definitely flashed through her mind. She continued to grind on him but she was slower about it now, more sensual. Both because the sensitivity had increased but also because of how very quickly her muscles were starting to relax and slow. 


His member felt incredibly warm with just the thin barrier of her panties separating their skin. She felt herself harden partially from such close contact. Koko felt like she was on a high. And yet somehow she was at the lowest RPM she'd been at in weeks. Probably months. Maybe even years? She couldn't tell but if Mir's goal was ever to slow her brain down he clearly had an easy way to do it. With him lodged against her, happy chemicals flooded her brain and completely without thought and entirely emboldened by the moment she turned and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. So close that their cheeks practically touched and her lips were centimeters from his ear.


“Mmm well we shouldn't risk keepin’ next waitin’ then should we? Might mess up our record setting pace.” She pulled him into another kiss with a silly grin on her face as she could feel his precum staining her panties already. Not that they were safe anyways as she herself was soaking them from the front as well. But still the physical proof of his desires fueled her to continue. She pulled away from the kiss with a gasp as she felt his hands exploring her legs. She tensed up for a small moment as his hand explored her thighs but as Mir's fingers probed further and the main area of her concern was mostly avoided she calmed and slid back into the moment. It would be easily written off as first time anxiety to Mir.


Koko was so zen it seemed. The thrum drove her on as she bounced and ground into her partner for the evening. She'd settled into this moment of passion wonderfully. That was until Mir's hand found her crotch and began to grope around. Immediately a surprised wanton moan spilled out of Koko’s mouth as her hands shot to the side to grip around Mir's elbows. The reason was twofold. One because Koko felt a lot of built up lust she wasn't even entirely aware of get stoked very suddenly with no warning. And two because the surge of sensation caused her muscles to tremble and quiver. She breathed heavy breaths as his thumb ran along her short hardness. Her bulge was small and petite and although she didn't tuck she never visibly showed anything because of her size, or lack thereof. However it reacted in kind to Mir's digits, growing in hardness and beginning to stretch her panties. 


With half lidded eyes she laid her head back and let it fall against his chest. She eased into a kiss on his neck this time before moaning out another plea. “Mooooore…Miiiiirrrr…plleeeeaaaassse…” Koko practically didn't sound like herself. It was rare to hear her ask anyone for anything. She almost never relied on help from others. But right now she wanted to give herself completely to Mir. And she wanted him to give himself to her as well in turn. It wasn’t something she could put any logic or reason into, not that she'd try. But it just felt right. Her nose pushed against his neck, practically nuzzling against him. She just wanted to feel more of him. More connection through any part of her. Anything she could press against his body felt right in the moment. 

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Mir Glenn
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Floral sheer mesh top, Satin ribbed pants
Tagging | Mentioning: Koko |
His hand groped her, squeezing the small hardening cock. He hadn’t suspected at all, not once. His brain told him that was probably the point. Mir felt the hand on his elbow, gripping at him, and it took him actual seconds to process what he was experiencing. It was a little surreal, to encounter it without being aware that it was coming. He had expected wet panties, and fingers to graze slick folds that he could steal from to prepare himself for her. She kissed his neck and his lead naturally leaned the other way on instinct, opening the space to give it to her. It wasn’t a conscious movement. She should have told him. But then, this hadn’t been planned, who was to say that had this not evolved out of some spontaneous moment that she wouldn’t have. It wasn’t what he had been expecting. But did that make it bad or unwanted? No, Mir was not afraid of a little cock in his hand. It was just unexpected, in the same sort of way that when you reach blindly for a drink, expecting to drink a soda and instead taste milk, was unexpected. It wasn’t bad, it just caused a few moments of short circuiting in the brain as you adjusted to what was actually happening versus what you expected to be happening.

Or maybe having her moaning for him in his ear was just the copium that he needed. Either way, after a few seconds of tentative exploration, Mir abandoned reservation in favor of continuing exactly like he had planned. If there was a discussion to be had about it, it would come later. He wanted to cum now.

Maybe it was the fact that Koko was so self reliant that made her turning into putty for him so alluring. Mir didn’t often see himself as the take charge type, more like the one hand on the wheel type. But there was something undeniably satisfying about when the parts of something just came apart and were ready to be put together however you wanted. That’s what Koko was right then, a tinker-toy waiting to be built. She had wanted instruction, guidance, and he could shape her anyway that he desired her. Teach her whatever he wanted. His cock throbbed with delicious satisfaction at the idea. “Ahh, damn,” his eyes fluttered.

The good thing about being an engineer was that his brain was good at creating backup plans. Koko might not have a cunt to pull from, but that was fine, what she did have could be milked for the same purpose. “I’ll give you more,” his released her, but slid to the side. Deft fingers shoved under the thigh touching hem of her pants and he reached beneath them for her again. Fingers curled around her dainty stiffness, thumb and index forming a tight ring beneath the head, “But you need to give me something first.” He tugged on her little girl-cock, stroking her down to base and then pumping out. His hand strained against her panties, lifting them away as he began to give her quick, bouncing pumps. Mir wasn’t so much doing it for her as he was doing it to her.

All the while Mir kept rolling. He rubbed himself against her, pressing and stroking his own cock against her ass. “Come on, Koko,” he leaned his head toward her and reciprocated the little nuzzle, “Give it to me,” he breathed out amid a small groan as a wash of pleasure tingled up his core, “Show me how badly you want more.”

[Rainbae]

Character Name: Koko Gero
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Red Plaid Skirt, Black Crop Top, Leather Jacket, Thigh High Leather Boots, Hairstyle
Tagging | Mentioning: Mir | N/A
Koko felt slack like putty in Mir’s lap as pleasure streaked up her body. She’d been shocked many a time before working on a multitude of projects, her gloves included, and moreover she’d been shocked relentlessly for most of her life when it came to her charging. Koko knew what lightning felt like and yet still as his hand jerked her relentlessly she had never felt such an electric surge zap across her. She felt her entire body clench before releasing and melted against him as if to the beat of the club. On repeat waves of rapture raked across her, cycling her closer and closer to her peak already. Mir’s hands were deft and practiced at this and Koko had not been prepared for that. She gripped his arms tightly, holding on for dear life and trying not to moan so loudly. Even in the deafening thrum of the club she felt like the whole world could hear her as shrill girlish moans and whines spilled freely from her mouth.

The entire thing was unlike something Koko had ever experienced. She almost couldn’t believe it. She had pleasured herself before in her room at night. She wasn’t entirely innocent to the world of sexual pleasure but this was on a whole other level. As Mir’s two lone fingers pumped quickly she could tell she was less prepared for this than she had thought she was. And yet somehow that thought excited her even more. Her body continued to move on instinct. Her back arched now as she intentionally pushed her hips in further against him. She lifted her legs slightly as he pulled at her panties until they eventually ended up down by her knees. The sensation of her bare skin touching his cock now was like lighting a fire in her. She gasped audibly between moans as a shiver went up her spine causing many small clicking sounds to resonate out from the steel lugs.

Koko threw her hands up to cover her mouth as her voice was starting to leak out far too much. The sensation was overwhelming her at this point. The way he held her and the speed and steadiness of his strokes. She could tell he was pushing her on purpose. He wanted her to cum for his own desires…and she loved it. Normally the idea of something like that would bother her and yet in this context, in the flurry of the moment, she adored it. She tried to think harder about it but all she could think about was him. It had to be him. If it was anyone else but Mir this kind of treatment wouldn’t be something she’d enjoy. But with him it was like she was ok with losing to him. Like he had proven himself somehow to her in their time together since joining Hammer. He had earned the right to take her. That was how it felt to her.

Her grinding got frantic as her body began shaking. Her hips no longer moved with any kind of grace or intentionality. All she was doing was trembling against his cock and trying her best to move her body despite how far she had already sunk into pleasure. And then she heard his words. His voice urged her on as the silky velvet tones of it found their way to her core. It was magical to her how easily he slipped into the tone. How quickly he’d gone from her smart calculated friend’s voice to a smooth domineering seducer. But the svelte colour of his voice combined with the fever pitch of first time lust she was feeling smashed together such that by the time he finished saying the word ‘More’ she was already cumming.

Mir held her still as her body convulsed violently for her first ever true sexual experience. Her hips thrust forwards into the small ring Mir had made for her as she spurted out several thick shots of cum into his cupped palm. Her breathing was frantic and ragged as she squirmed wildly in his grasp. Both heat vents on either of her hips shot out after about the second shot. They hissed loudly as her body couldn’t handle the heat she was exuding. Quakes of pleasure ruptured across her body as she rolled against Mir’s chest while the last dregs of orgasm rocked her. Her head lolled back against Mir’s neck and her toes curled inside her thick boots. And the girl who normally had everything to say. The one whose mind usually ran a thousand miles a minute. Lay limply and silently as her RPM finally reached zero for a few solid seconds of tranquility. She heaved breaths as she finally began to come down from the experience. Secondary shockwaves like aftershocks made her wriggle against his hard cock. And the only thing going on in her head was that she still really, really wanted more.

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Mir Glenn
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Floral sheer mesh top, Satin ribbed pants
Tagging | Mentioning: Koko |
This was, obviously, not Mir’s first time doing something like this. There was no way his rhythm and stroke was that of an amateur. And yet the experience still managed to be unique for him too. The physical action might have been something rote and practiced for him, but the location and the thrill of it was certainly not. Mir had fun playing in public because he enjoyed feeling like an object of desire - his thrill was born in inspiring people to feel and want to do things. So he was quite comfortable being seen and being lewd. But when it came to the actual acts taken, he had always made a point to take that elsewhere. The booth was elsewhere, of a sort, but it was not nearly as far or private as his normal occasions. The difference between sneaking off to a closet, bathroom, or even just a secluded hall and here, only feet from the dance floor where a hundred bodies were pressed together and at any moment could take direct notice of them was the difference between hot and cold.

And he loved it more than he had realized he would.

Once her panties were slid away, the feeling of her warm cheeks wrapped around his heft, grinding against him sent warm pleasured waves up into his core. With every movement he pushed her ass apart until his girth was firmly wedged between them and her hip rolling passes turned to shallow teasing strokes. He twitched against her. Mir wrapped his spare hand around her waist like a belt and held her down into him so that she wouldn’t squirm away while he worked on her. He felt the shock of her venting click, and the radiate warmth that they ejected. Something about that tweaked a part of his brain that he was going to have to evaluate later - it was such an overt reaction, in a way normal bodies couldn’t. He’d not thought much about her parts, until just then, but they appealed to his circuit-oriented brain in a very unique way. “That’s it,” he coaxed her as she shuddered and her pleasure unleashed. His hand rolled over the bead-esque head as she quicked and pulsed. Mir’s palm brushed and rolled over the curve of her little cockhead, fingers dancing along its edge as she spurt into his palm. The movements coated her, “Ohnn, that’s good,” he murmured, as the warmth of her collected in his hand, until she was done.

She might have been, but he was not. He pulled on the dainty, limpening shaft, fingers squeezing the head and pulling up, milking whatever she had left into the collection in his palm before he abandoned her cock and made for his own. Mir shifted her loose, relaxed body and let his cock spill from her split, shifting her just an inch or so to the side onto his thigh, “I hope you don’t think you’re done.” His cum-filled hand wrapped around his shaft and, still beneath her skirt, he stroked himself. Painting himself with her release. Mir’s hand twisted around his cock, and rolled over the head to smear Koko over the heavy bulb. “Come get more, Koko. I want,” Mir turned his head and nudged at the side of her head, “You.” He said breathily, pulling her back to where she had been originally.

Slick with her, Mir took hold of the base of his cock. As she positioned down, he didn’t let himself fold and lay down across her ass. Instead, he pushed up and pierced her split, until his head was rubbing against the crease. He rocked beneath her, dragging himself along her, trying to find his target. He smeared her own cum across her cheeks until the thickness of his head pressed against her tightly puckered hole. “Koko,” he groaned as he strained up against her, pushing himself against her resistance. “Give it to me,” He positioned her so she was up, more sitting in his lap, and leaned up to kiss the back of her shoulder, “Give it to me.”

[Rainbae]

Character Name: Koko Gero
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Red Plaid Skirt, Black Crop Top, Leather Jacket, Thigh High Leather Boots, Hairstyle
Tagging | Mentioning: Mir | N/A
Koko heaved hot heavy breaths into her artificial lungs as she slowly came down from her orgasm. She could feel her body was already slick with sweat. The heat that exuded off both of them was intense and with her vents on full blast it was evidently a large amount. She mewed softly as she laid her head against Mir's chest. Her eyes fluttered between open and closed as they tried very hard to roll into the back of her skull, but she didn’t allow it. Instead her gaze was locked on Mir's hand as he held her small release in his palm. Looking at the milky white liquid pooled in his hand made her shudder. The fact that he had milked it from her. Practically forced it out of her. All just so he could achieve his own pleasure. It was the proof of his dominance and was super fucking hot to Koko.

Koko groaned appreciatively as Mir shifted her weight around in his lap. She was surprised he was as strong as he was. Not that she doubted any squire to have a certain amount of muscles but she had never thought about Mir that way. Suddenly the sheer outline of his shredded body through his shirt was very visible to Koko despite having stared at it all evening. She blushed as he worked his own shaft and turned her face away forcibly to stop herself from ogling his chest more. She had never been aware of him in this way but suddenly even just looking at him made her embarrassed.

She felt his hand press against her thigh as he worked himself with her cum. She pressed up against his neck once more, choosing to fill her vision with his face instead of his body to try and quell her emotions. She tried to speak sweet words to him but as she spoke her speech came out in babbled murmurs. Slurred words and half sentences made it almost sound like she was drunk, not that she felt much different than as if she was. Her smooth southern drawl had turned into a dopey souther drool instead as she gave up and words and just kissed his neck some more instead. She could see that she was already starting to give him hickies. She wondered if she had them too. Would people notice? Or would it be just another random mark out of place on the patchwork girl that no one would even look twice at? She had no idea.

Koko giggled as she got bored of neck and instead reached up to nip playfully at his ear lobe like he had done to her earlier. She nibbled just on the edge as she waited in anticipation for him to finish preparing himself. She was more than ready now as the feeling had come back to her limbs. There was still a raw ache in them from being so spent but she felt her engine running once more. And that fact was only exemplified as her giggled reached a higher pitch as Mir shifted her back to center. His velvet words pierced into her brain once more and set off all the right alarms. Her ears felt like they were burning as he spoke and as if she needed even more proof of her want and desire burning strong again she felt her small girl cock stiffen as the word ‘You.’ dripped from Mir's lips.

Koko shuddered as she felt his slick cock press against her. The feeling of excitement and anticipation was building rapidly in her gut. Her heavy laden breaths from earlier had turned into short frantic gasps. She felt butterflies bouncing around in her stomach as he teased her entrance. She felt him treating her so gently, going slow and being sensual but the butterflies were slowly turning into a pit. Not of regret mind you. But of anxiety instead. She was starting to panic and his lustful, satin voice was not helping either, only fueling her need and anticipation. In a fit of naive, nervous action Koko decided the only way was through and instead of allowing him to slowly pull her down onto his cock simply pushed her hips down very suddenly all at once, spearing herself on Mir's hardness.

She flailed as her body convulsed in both a good amount of pain but also a whole lot of pleasure. As she shoved Mir's entirety into herself it quickly pushed up into, and then right past her prostate. Pressing down heavily onto her little girl button the large thickness made her squirm. One long needy moan spilled free of mouth, slowly dying down in volume as she slumped against his chest. The feeling was completely foreign to Koko. In truth she had never much explored her butt before. A trepidatious finger here or there perhaps but never anything more than that. And so the feeling of Mir's wide cock spreading and filling her made her head woozy. And the knowledge that it was Mir's made it all the more intoxicating to her. To be connected to him so intimately, she was shivering with pleasure.

Koko just sat there for a moment getting used to the feeling. She held onto Mir tightly with her gloved hands. She found his hand around her waist and slipped her fingers in between his. Lacing them together she held on for dear life until she felt comfortable again. Once all the pain had abated her breath became shaky and unsteady. Whimpers poured out from her throat. Filling Mir's ear. She really wanted more. But wait…what was next? Koko thought. Her mind was drawing a blank. She wasn't a child, she knew the basic motions of sex. But in her pleasure addled mind with the aftershocks of her first orgasm still lingering she couldn't remember what to do. She looked at Mir with a confused and innocent look. The look in her eyes said 'guide me' and in a trembling, carnal voice simply whispered. “What do I do now?”

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Mir Glenn
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Floral sheer mesh top, Satin ribbed pants
Tagging | Mentioning: Koko |
There was no way he could have prepared for that. His girth was the sort of thing that you worked up toward, you didn’t just… Take. And there she was, doing just that. Mir felt that quick pressure, the resistance of her puckered hole as it jammed against his cockhead and peeled open for him. He grunted as she slid down his cum-soaked heft, hilting him inside of her ass. The slide was rough, but eased by her carefully applied creme. Eyes were wide and his arms around her tightened as she squeezed him. He felt so compressed inside of her, so deliciously embraced. His forehead thumped to twice against her shoulder as he rocked and acclimated to the sudden burial. His cock throbbed inside of her, and split that virgin passage open. Mir had fucked tight before, but he’d never experienced virginal tightness. It really was something else. The little movements of her body as she adjusted to him, as she warped around him single rippling tingles of delight through him and made his balls ache.

Stilled breath finally released. He wasn’t even aware that he had been holding it. It came out in three ragged pants, followed by a satisfied groan. The noise she made was close enough he heard it, and loud enough he was positive others must’ve. But when he peered around her, it seemed that they were still uncaught for the moment. His fingers threaded with hers as she wanted, and he let her lean into him and adjust and adapt. “Fuck,” he muttered as she made incoherent noises. Mir made no attempt to keep his eyes from rolling around as he allowed himself to feel that perfect grip. Her every movement was a tease, and he shivered beneath her with want.

Mir might have had some strength, but this position was not really made for him to lead. If he bucked he supposed he could probably bounce her, but that was going to get real obvious real fast. It’d also be exhausting. He looked at her and ran his tongue over his lips, “Dance, babe.” He replied. An imperfect answer, but one assisted by unspoken instructions that answered her unspoken request for guidance. Mir shifted his feet around, nudging hers so that she had a wider stance on the floor. Something to really root herself with.

His hand fell away from hers and slipped to her side. It struggled for a second to find a place to hold her, not wanting to grab her vintage. It ended up a little higher, along her rib. The other chose to go lower to balance it. It hooked under her thigh, pressing her skirt slightly up. Together they gave him a decent hold on her, and Mir leaned all the way back in his seat, while he guided her to sit upright - even a little forward. Fingertips curled and pressed into her thigh, guiding her to lift just an inch - while the other hand held her down to make sure she didn’t go to far. Her hole slipped up and dragged along his girth, revealing the lowest inch of it. Freed of her weight, Mir shifted around beneath her slightly, rocking like he had been on the dance floor when they had been pressed together.

Eyes rolled back and he groaned quietly. The gift of her skirt, fallen around it, really did make it look like she was just grinding against him. Onlookers might have thought they were being very personal, but no one was going to guess that he was fucking her right there. With his hands he guided her, trying to get her to take some liberties and move around in opposition to him, “Koko,” he panted as a way they shifted, sent a jolt through him and made that heavy rod inside of her pulse. “So, fucking tight.”

[Rainbae]

Character Name: Koko Gero
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Red Plaid Skirt, Black Crop Top, Leather Jacket, Thigh High Leather Boots, Hairstyle
Tagging | Mentioning: Mir | N/A
Mir’s voice dripped into her ears like molasses. His sensual moans and husky tone made her breathing quicken. To hear him so full of need and desire, from being connected to her, it made her lungs scream for air. Her breath was so hot it would’ve left a puff of smoke in the cold November air, if not for the fact that they were indoors. Her fingers gripped tightly into Mir’s palms, nearly too tightly. It was to the point of uncomfortability as sensation rocked her body. But she couldn’t help it as Mir’s wide, thick shaft pressed strongly against her prostate. She felt her body practically trying to milk him as her walls clenched and unclenched around him rapidly. And it wasn’t just him it was starting to milk. Even despite having just orgasmed once already Koko could feel her body responding to the sensations in kind. She felt her libido refusing to back down as her eyes rolled back into her sockets. She felt like she could practically cum just from sitting here.

Koko murmured a sound of appreciation as Mir shifted her around. He pushed her in a way such that her thick boots were firmly flat on the ground. Then he looked at her with those eyes, and that smile. That damned demonic smirk and told her to move. And her body couldn’t refuse as she leaned in towards him and left one soft kiss on his lips before whispering. “Mmmm, yes sir~” The words came out just on the edge of her breath, nearly silent. Her sweet southern accent practically made them sound wholesome, if not for what she was agreeing to. But with that she began to try and dance.

At first her legs felt like jello. It was like she’d just gone through an extensive training routine and she just wanted to plop down into her bed back at the dorms. But as her hips rose ever so slightly with Mir’s aid a spark ignited inside her. As his cock scraped across her girl button and sent waves of pleasure coiling across her body she felt like energy burst into her limbs at the same time. For the first time since their coupling had begun Koko let the music slip into her ears. It was as loud and bombastic as before. But unlike her rock tunes it was orderly, and it was driven. Its heavy bass thumped perfectly in time and on beat. And slowly Koko began to rock herself to that beat.

She only caught the first of four for the first few bars. Only bringing her soft butt down onto Mir’s hips on the downbeat. But measure after measure her speed increased. First every four beats, then every two, then she was finally rocking to every bounce of the stage until she was even clapping against him between beats. Yet chaotic, rambunctious, disorderly Koko somehow stayed with the beat. In truth she let her head empty. Despite the overload of sensation she was currently feeling her RPM was 0. Everything she was focussed on was external. What she heard, what she felt, what she smelt. She whipped her back as she continued to rock and looked him in the eyes again. She saw his big blues eyes, and the pleasure coursing through them. She pressed her lips against his. Those soft, even slightly effeminate lips. And she tasted what he tasted like. It all converged to send her past meer thought. To transcend to pure emotion. And she fucking loved it.

She pulled away from his lips as she continued to slide up and down on his rod. Her body had practically forgotten the orgasm she had just had as her small girl cock leaked pre cum and her limbs shivered with pleasure as it felt like her release was approaching. Moans flurried their way out of her mouth even despite her attempts to cover it. Her hands were clasped across her lips but still her wails of pleasure were starting to reach a point where they were far too loud. Despite her lack of lucidity at the moment Koko could still register that was a problem. She slowed her hips for a moment and instead pressed down deeply against Mir’s waist and ground her hips in a circle to the beat. She leaned back once more and met Mir’s eyes. Slowly, she put a gloved hand on his own and brought it up to her neck. She placed it on the metal plate at the base of her trachea and positioned his finger over a certain spot near the top. She leaned in further still holding him in place and spoke between panting breaths and moans. “S-Shut…me…up…” Was all she uttered as she used her hand to press Mir’s finger down in a very specific spot. Koko gasped, but only once as the sound of the air leaving her lungs shot out. Suddenly her hole got incredibly tight as all sound coming from her mouth ceased. She clenched down fiercely on Mir’s hardness as a few seconds of silence passed. Her body shook as the lack of oxygen roiled across her. And then she pulled his hand back causing Koko to take a gasping, strangulated breath as air flowed through her once more. She took a few more breaths before leaning back and giving Mir a dopey, woozy smile.

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Mir Glenn
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline
Wearing: Floral sheer mesh top, Satin ribbed pants
Tagging | Mentioning: Koko |
His cock twitched inside her. It throbbed against her walls, and pressed down on her prostate while just sitting there. She clenched and Mir groaned at the squeeze, his eyes fluttering. If they weren’t here on the club floor, he’d have mounted her ass and fucked her silly right then. Mir had a decently vivid imagination, and he was the type to indulge his random intrusive thoughts when they came to others and how they might feel. She might have been at Hammer, she might never have been an option before this, but that didn’t mean Mir had never thought about it. He’d seen her body, and he’d envisioned touching it. Hell, he had even pictured what it’d be like to fuck her. But he hadn’t thought of it like this. “Mmmf, fuck good,” he mumbled beneath the beat. Not in the least because it wasn’t her ass Mir had ever envisioned his cock stuffed into. Though, now that it was, he was quite pleased about it. She was a good fit, tighter than a glove, just the way he liked it. He was obsessed with the way bodies felt, struggling to fit him. Hers was no exception.

Sir was not a title he wore often. It wasn’t his style. Or rather, nothing ever felt quite permanent enough to warrant it. He tended toward softer monikers - babe being one he used rather casually. So when it came out of her mouth it was as unexpected as this whole event, and somehow felt particularly appropriate given he was instructing her. Mir wasn’t necessarily one for the nuances of power disparity, but he couldn’t deny that it felt good here. She was so teachable, and there was something nibbling the back of his mind about teaching her to be perfectly fit for him. That wasn’t an opportunity that he’d ever had. He caught himself with that forward thinking, and let it pass with a low groan as she started to dance properly on his cock - this was a moment, not something more. Still, “Good girl,” spilled from his mouth as she worked to the beat.

It was precisely what he wanted, her movements. His cock stroked with her every bounce and he felt that rough tug and pull that made his balls clench with want. The pressure in his loins started to spike as she worked harder and faster. Mir’s breath matched her pace, but his sounds were lower and more controlled than her. His cock pulsed and began to leak as the build up started to claim him. “Yesss Koko,” he hummed. It wasn’t just her either, it was where they were. There was something intense about fucking her right her in front of all these people who didn’t know what was going on. About her body moving to the measure of the music. The lights that passed over them and changed the shades of their body, leaving them in darkness or moments of flickering light.

He caught her lips as she offered them. It was an awkward position, but he didn’t care. Mir kissed her heavily until she took it upon herself to slip away and rode him harder. He thumped his head onto her back and clutched at her waist, grunting with every pump. She was getting too loud, he could tell, but almost didn’t care. As they slid back into the seat, Mir followed her instruction and found his hand at her throat. His fingers danced and learned the shape and feel of the plate. He pressed on the spot as indicated, “Unngh,” he gasped in kind as her body tightened and she strangled his cock. Like much of tonight, this was not a usual move for Mir. But there was something about her body that suddenly intrigued him. He enjoyed fiddling with her buttons, and a whirlwind of thoughts passed through his mind about what other unique things might be exploitable about her. He didn’t know her augments well enough to say, but there were lots of ways that such things might be played with in unique ways. Koko presented an opportunity that others did not and that was very exciting.

Mir gave her air again as it was needed, and met her smile, “Don’t stop,” he urged, his own feet planted and bucking so she bounced on his shaft, “Let me fill you up,” he grunted. Mir gave her a little nudge forward so she could ride better again. He rolled beneath her, so that her every movement meant his cock hit her from a different angle. The thickness inside her grinded uniquely on every fall of the beat. “Koko, I’m gonna,” he panted. His own eyes started to roll back. He bucked under her again as she dropped, plunging himself inside of her to the hilt, “Fill,” he barely got out. His breath was heavier. Sweat was beading on his brow - the club was hot, but she was hotter, and it was scorching him.

Finally, threw both of his arms around her waist as she rose up and locked right there, squeezing her ass back against his stomach. He didn’t care if people saw - he would, if they did, but that was beyond his thought at the moment. Like her, Mir was driven by want. Holding her slightly aloft, Mir pushed his shoulders back into the seat and lifted his hips. He pushed up and buried himself, then yanked down just as quick into the seat. Bouncing off it, he thrust back up. Hammering Koko’s ass in rapid half strokes, “Oh, fuck, Koko, I’m gonna,” he pounded himself into her, quietly clapping his hips against her cheeks, “I’m gonna,” he groaned and fell back down, yanking he completely into his lap. Mir’s heavy cock pulsed and then burst as he muffled his pleasure-ridden “Fuuuuck,” into her shoulder. His cockhead twitched and a thick wave of cum pumped from him directly into her.

[FyreFoxx]

Character Name: Lyreilynn "Lyra" Xyrven Myalis
Date | Time: November 12th | Early Evening
Location: Eternas
Wearing: Blue and white wrapped dress with blue floral pattern, dark blue sash, this hairstyle, teal Arcanite necklace
Tagging | Mentioning: Azir |

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Slowly, Lyra pushed a little more, leaning back from him, even as her body ached to move in the opposite direction. She slid off of his lap, first one bare foot against the floor and then the other, her hands slipping from his even as he reached for them to pull her back into his arms. It hurt, to deny him that touch. To deny them that warmth of the other. But he had to know first. She had to tell him and give him that one last chance to back out of this, before he performed the Vorotemnar and couldn’t go back. He said he didn’t regret this, but would that still hold true after she showed him this?
 
Stepping backwards, out of his reach, Lyra gave him a sad smile, her arms crossing over her chest as she hugged herself. “I… I was scared, that night. I wanted nothing more than to be with you, to be one with you, but I… I thought, if we went further without you knowing, that… That you would hate me, or hate yourself.” She closed her eyes, tightening her hold on herself as she turned her head away. “I am not… beautiful. There is more to me than you see.”
 
Slowly, almost agonizingly slow, her hands drifted down her arms to her waist, fingers digging at the cinch and its tautness around her dress. As it loosened, the neckline of her dress started to slacken, and hands quickly drifted to catch it from falling, abandoning the cinch for the moment, half unraveled. Lyra shut her eyes tight, unwilling to look at him and see his expression. What kind of face was he making? She wanted to know, but she was scared, terrified of what she might see. Her shoulders were shaking and her hands trembled as they gripped her dress, pressed tightly against her body. She’d never willing showed herself to someone before. Marlowe had seen accidently, but Azir would be the first person who she openly showed herself to. Even Kiba had only gotten a glimpse.
 
“You have to see,” she whispered quietly. With her head turned to the side, she edged that neckline down lower, her arms crisscrossed over her body. It was like a slow strip-tease, but there was no music, no sensual movements. Just a unhurried removing of clothing, inch by painful inch. The pale light outside the window filtered in just enough to shine on where she was standing, illuminating her actions, bathed in silver light. As the neckline slipped downward, resting at the crook of either arm, the first of many scars were revealed. There had been a few scattered along her collarbone, but they were minimal and faded. The ones shown now were much more visible, and there was no mistaking that mass of scar tissue on her left arm, just beneath where the dress had covered. That nasty puncture wound that healed with spiderweb-like veins stretching outwards. This was about the extent Kiba had seen of her, arms exposed.
 
Lyra choked back a sob as the dress moved lower, the curvature of her breasts spilling over the bunched-up fabric. Those pert mounds had thankfully been spared the marring the rest of her body suffered, but it was far from a saving grace. What good was it when the rest of her was so disfigured? Unable to face him any longer, she turned around so that her back was facing him, and in doing so, revealed more of the damage. Unfolding her arms, she shrugged them out of the sleeves of her dress, her upper body completely exposed now. Silver light washed over her pale flesh, highlighting the faded marks on her skin. Small cuts crossed this way and that, only a few shades darker than her normal skin tone, some of them going in the opposite direction being a few shades lighter. Others were longer and jagged, mostly along her back, curving around her ribs and dipping below where the dress was still pinned to her body.
 
She let her fingers dig at that cinch once more, completely unfurling it as she let it hit the floor at her feet, opening up her dress more as she let that, too, slip from her body, a pool of deep blue fabric encircling her legs. Those scars weren’t just on her back. They covered nearly every inch of her body, from her shoulders down to her ankles. With more skin exposed, more scars of various styles were seen, some more faded than others, some larger than others, some even reddish and still trying to fade. All healed. All old, by years. Marlowe had gotten this view of her back at the shop.
 
Not every scar was clean cut. Some were, in fact. Simple lines that healed well and were among the most faded, hardly noticeable unless you were looking for them. But others were ugly, large jagged zigzags across her skin, leaving behind a slight raised distention. They stretched down her body, around her ribs, her hips, slinking under the fabric of her silken panties, down her thighs, her calves, all the way to her ankles. And if her backside was so marred, it was only appropriate that her front was equally as covered. Although he could not see from his vantage point, not yet, those reminders of her past were etched into her skin everywhere she could touch. They covered her chest, yet spared her breasts, likely a side effect of having been so young when it happened. Her stomach held even more evidence, crawling down to her pelvic region and further down, mimicking what was shown on the backs of her legs.
 
Lyra stood there in silence for a long time, her arms reaching up to hug herself tightly, covering her small breasts as she finally glanced over her shoulder towards Azir. “I am… unsightly. I did not… want you to know, but… But you deserved to know, if we were to share a life. You had to know, to be given a chance to… To leave. I-I will understand if…” She sniffled, closing her eyes as the first of those tears trailed down over her cheeks. “If you decide that… That you do not want me anymore.”

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Azir Venris Kil-Mitter
Date | Time: November 12th | Early Evening
Location: Eternas
Wearing: Blue and white Unovian not-so-casual
Tagging | Mentioning: Lyra |
He wouldn’t have minded the pressure on his chest if it hadn’t meant that she was pulling away from him. Azir stared up into her eyes, fearing that they were back where they were in the park. Despite what it looked like, he really hadn’t meant it like that. Kissing, even intimately, didn’t break the rule that they wouldn’t go forward. He went to protest, but she offered insight and so he stayed quiet. Not in the least because he hadn’t needed an explanation for the park, not really. It was - certainly disappointing in that moment - her choice to not to want to proceed and he respected that. What could she possibly need to tell him?

Already he didn’t like where this was going. Azir wanted her closer, not further. She slipped away from him, even though he reached for her and tried to encourage her to stay. He worried where this was going. Was she going to draw a new line? Was this too much? Perhaps he’d been too bold again. As she exited his reach, Azir shifted to sit up and look at her - prompting her to need to move back again as his hand chased her. But he didn’t stand to do it, clearly she didn’t wish to be touched. There was so much more confusion as he spoke, he didn’t understand. Azir’s head tilted and his brows tightened, “Lyreilynn…” he murmured. How could that have made him hate her? He refused to believe that she didn’t understand how beautiful she was, but again her words brought him pause.

There was a sudden dryness in his throat as she tugged and undid the things that kept her dress up. There was something sensual about the gesture, and Azir couldn’t help the places that his mind went. The thought of her stripping for him was more than a little enticing. He watched as the neck started to fall, and his eyes were drawn to new sights. Yet it was the shame in her closed gaze that ultimately captured his attention. Did she not want to share this with him? Conflicted confusion danced on his features. “What? What do I have to see, Lyreilynn?” he questioned.

Slowly as her body came into the light he began to understand. His eyes traced the lines on her body like some kind of maze. Inch by inch as she presented herself for him, Azir’s mouth slowly fell open. The damage to her body was incredible, and he could hardly imagine what might have caused such intricate destruction. Peridot orbs flickered to her bare chest that was plain and free of these scars, yet they were drawn to the surrounding area immediately after. She began to turn and his eyes widened as he saw the mural of pain painted across her back. This reveal was clearly not what he had assumed she was doing. He was starting to understand.

Finally this woman that he loved was standing there, all but naked before him. And just like he’d have imagined such a moment, he studied her body. His eyes molested her as his hands desired to. But it wasn’t for the reasons that he had envisioned. There was something horrific about what he was seeing. Part of him wanted to know how this had happened, but Azir was not so clueless as to miss how painful and hard this had been for her. And atop that, there was something even less flattering.

Lyra was right.

Where had his soft and beautiful goddess gone? Who was this fractured woman standing before him? If he had known before he had fallen in love with her, would he have taken her? Azir knew the answer was no. That was shallow and vain, but it was true. As he studied the wounds of her past, Azir found that part of her was ruined. It was an incredibly selfish thought, and he recognized it as that. His eyes trailed her legs and the long jagged stretches that marred her. And part of him agreed with her as she spoke - to some extent, she was unsightly. There was an image of Lyreilynn in his head that had been shattered. Or rather, cracked. It was difficult to reconcile what he was seeing with what he had envisioned. She wasn’t flawless and pristine. He would never run his hands along her body and not feel this horrid history.

“Do not want you…” he repeated quietly, letting it hang in the air for long silent moments as he contemplated. He understood now why she hadn’t wanted to. It was right of her to let him see this before. But did it matter now? Would it have then? Azir gazed across her again, from ankles to neck. No, he decided. Maybe, no, definitely, in the beginning, if he had known he would have been put off by them. But not now. He loved her already, and he did that without her body. She was more than her body, and in the end this was something shallow. He didn’t like them. He would never find them attractive, and maybe on some level it did damage her appeal to him. But they were details, and Azir was a master of looking at the big picture. Lyra was still attractive. She enticed him every bit as much now as she had before. He loved her, and that went beyond stains on the flesh.

They were uncomfortable for her, and in truth they were uncomfortable for him. But this deep scarring was not a deal breaker for Azir. She didn’t want attention drawn to them, and neither did he. And so there was only one sensible thing to do. Ignore them.

Azir quietly rose. He rolled his shoulders as he did so, dropping the long flowing coat of his outfit into a pile on the couch that slid to the floor as he moved toward her. He wrapped his arms around her bare stomach and set his hands on her flesh. He felt the slight rises and the gentle deformity beneath his touch. Azir pulled her slightly into his chest, “Scilicet ego volo te,” he whispered, holding her closely. “Te amo, Lyreilynn.” That was too true, and too powerful to be deterred by something so unimportant. “Non relinquam vos. Una vita, amica mea. Vita nostra. Præter te semper sum.” Spread fingers pushed down slowly. His palms grinded against her stomach. Tips dipped beneath the hem of her panties and lifted them. He pulled them to the sides, rolling his touch along her hips and to the sides. Each inch they sunk deeper until her hem wrapped around his wrists. He pushed down, bending just slightly to get them over her thighs and then let them drop to the pile on the floor, leaving her nude in the moonlight. So what if she wasn’t perfect? Azir nuzzled against her hair and sighed as he drew his hands up along her and clutched the dip of her waist, “I paenitet nihil.”

He released her. Stepped around her and lifted a hand to her tear stained cheek. His fingers brushed the river and pulled her attention up to him, “Me specta, Lyreilynn,” he met her eyes when they opened, “Ego amo te nunc et semper,” he reassured her. Azir took a step back, then another, and looked down at her body. When he didn’t focus on them, they were easy to ignore. A few stood out, but his body held testaments of the past too. She was still attractive to him. His teeth raked his lower lip as he stared at this bare woman before him. Azir lifted a hand and slowly reached out for her - signaling his intent long before he touched her. But he wanted to touch her, and if she didn’t pull away, his hand came to cup her breast and gingerly squeeze it.

Scars regardless, he still desired her.

[Rainbae]

Character Name: Koko Gero
Date | Time: November 18th | Late Evening (~10:30)
Location: Redline -> Hammer Academy
Wearing: Red Plaid Skirt, Black Crop Top, Leather Jacket, Thigh High Leather Boots, Hairstyle
Tagging | Mentioning: Mir | N/A
Flutters of pleasure undulated in Koko’s lower half. Compared to when Mir milked her before and forced her to reach her peak so quickly this slow ride up the mountain was both incredible and frustrating. The quick release she’d reached before had made her shiver but she could tell what was building wasn’t like anything she’d felt before. For now though she was just riding the sensations of him fucking her. Her orgasm felt like it was coming and going as it pleased. At one moment she felt like it was so incredibly close, right on the edge, and the next she was much further away again. It was such an intoxicating feeling. Everytime she tried to chase it it escaped her, and so she just relaxed as he really began to take over.

Mir’s hips bucked up into her from below as he rocked her around. She had no other ideas besides just feeling him and continuing her prime directive, dance. And so she did as her body had truly acclimated to his large size now. The sliding of him in and out of her had become much smoother and so his stabs against her prostate increased as well. Still, she stayed just behind the line, perpetually so close to cumming. It wasn’t until his arms found purchase around her waist and locked her in place that she felt it begin to push over that line. Her voice was jumping and jittery as she moaned out, “SooOooOooOoo GooOooOooOood!!!” The words turned into a scream as the small short thrusts he did hit her button over and over relentlessly and her eyes rolled back in her head as orgasm took her first.

A few moments later Mir began to fill her but she barely registered it. The feeling instead was simply dumped into the giant pool of sensation she was currently going through. Koko ground her hips into Mir as they both rode out the waves of pleasure. She felt incredibly snug in the position they were in as Mir hugged her close to the couch, slumped against it. Her small cock jerked ever so slightly but mostly just dribbled out cum as she tried her best to just breathe. It trailed down her thigh and stained Mir’s pants from the position they were in. The front of her skirt wasn’t much better however as the first two shots she had sent out had been caught by it. Koko hadn’t even recognized that moment as the flat white feeling of pure pleasure had been rocking her. She had been right before, this second orgasm had been nothing like the first. Her legs shook and trembled underneath her and she let all her weight rest on Mir for a moment.

It took her a moment to realize what he had done to her insides. She giggled at the thought. Maybe her body wasn’t so bad if it did things like that to people, she thought. Especially people like Mir. She pondered the thought as his cock slipped from her abused hole now with a pop and she settled into a cuddling position slightly more turned towards him with her shoulder against his chest. They stayed like that for a while. Just relaxing and recuperating before they both decided it was time to leave. Doing the best job they could to hide the secret act they’d just committed in the middle of the club they made their way out. A couple of people gave Mir eyes as he led Koko by the hand out of the club. All of them thought he was about to score. None of them were aware he was already well past that point as Mir’s cum threatened to leak down Koko’s leg.

Traveling home Koko needed some support to walk and so Mir provided. With the height boost from her boots it was a bit awkward but that just meant she had to lean towards him further, which at the moment she didn’t mind. Koko was a giggling mess as they walked. She looked at him as they reached the lift for the tram and simply said. “Why in the heck is it that every time I hang ‘round you I’m the one limping home in the end? I reckon you’re no good for me, Mir Glenn.” She smiled and leaned in, stopping as they were nose to nose. “But its seeming clearer and clearer that I ain’t able to resist.” And with that she pushed her lips against his and kissed him. This wasn’t a kiss like back at the club. She leaned into him hard and slowly let herself sink into it, sink into him. She kissed him not with the burning hot fire of excitement but the low embers of their night of passion that might rekindle and turn into a small flame yet.

- End Scene -

[FyreFoxx]

Character Name: Lyreilynn "Lyra" Xyrven Myalis
Date | Time: November 12th | Early Evening
Location: Eternas
Wearing: Blue and white wrapped dress with blue floral pattern, dark blue sash, this hairstyle, teal Arcanite necklace
Tagging | Mentioning: Azir |

‘Do not want you…’
 
Those words echoed in her mind over and over as they spilled from his lips. Lyra squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, swallowing the sob that threatened to squeak out, but she couldn’t stop the tears from continuing to fall. He was going to leave her. He was surely horrified by what he saw and decided that he couldn’t handle it, handle her, and that he was going to take the easy way out that she offered and walk out that door. She’d bared her all to him, literally, and had nothing left to hide. It was all on him on whether he was still willing to accept her broken body as part of her, but she was terrified that he wouldn’t do it. The fear and panic that rose within her with those few words made her shoulders tremble, her knuckles going white as she pressed her fingers into her upper arms.
 
Lyra had been waiting to hear the disgust in his voice. To hear words of anguish, anger, dismissal. Anything to indicate his choice to cut this evening short, bring their relationship to an abrupt end, and leave her standing there, naked and alone. What she didn’t expect was to feel his hands slip around her waist and settle on her stomach, pulling her gently back against him. She flinched at the first caress of her skin, but she was still too scared to open her eyes and look at him. His words elicited a gasp from her, more than his touch did, her bottom lip trembling as she finally opened her eyes, yet she did not dare to look at him, lest she break this delicate spell that had been cast over them. Those tears kept falling, even as he spoke words of love. The only difference now was the reason why she was crying. He accepted her, still wanted her, still loved her.
 
There was a flush brought to her face as she felt his hands spread wide, slowly sliding down her stomach as they dipped beneath the hem of her panties. Teeth captured her lower lip to stop it from trembling, rolling against those pearly whites as she fought back little noises of embarrassment, popping free with a small whine. His touch sent shivers down her spine, leaving her skin feeling hot as his hands moved lower, shifting her panties off her hips and down her thighs. She did not stop him from removing her last line of defense, as much as her mind was telling her to, but her heart said to let him continue, squirming slightly in place as her panties finally got low enough down her legs for gravity to take over and let them drop to the floor. Now, she stood there truly naked in his arms. Her cheeks grew warmer as his hands continued to explore her body. It was an entirely new feeling to have his hands against her bare flesh. Especially when she was fighting the urge to recoil. But she wanted this. She wanted his touch, more than anything else. She wanted his love and his acceptance. And even more than that, she wanted to give everything to him.
 
He'd never truly know how much his words meant to her. Not really. Lyra couldn’t even begin to make him understand just how impactful they were to her. At his gentle request, those red-tinted powder blue eyes lifted to meet his peridot gaze, a ghost of a smile on her lips as she pressed her cheek into the palm of his hand. Letting go of herself, she lifted a hand of her own to place overtop his, nuzzling into his touch. “Te amo, Azir,” she finally managed to get out, that smile growing wider every second. Although, it faltered as he stepped back from her. There was a flash of panic across her face, wondering if this was where he finally said those words she dreaded, her hand that had been over his own reaching out for him even as he soon was out of range.
 
Lyra just stood there, her blue eyes wide like a hearthdeer in headlights, as his eyes roamed over her body. She found herself blushing furiously under his gaze, adverting her own after a moment from embarrassment. “A-Azir…” she mumbled softly. She saw movement from the corner of her eye and saw him raise his hand towards her chest – a chest that was still covered with her arms. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she slowly let her arms fall back to her sides, allowing him to touch her as he pleased. Her teeth raked across her bottom lip as he applied pressure and squeezed her gently, leaning in to his touch slightly as she let out a soft moan. It felt good. Better than she could have imagined it to feel. Still, she wasn’t sure what to do now. Her only experience with this kind of thing were those silly erotic novels she had taken up reading and one cloudy bewildering dream where she was at the mercy of an imaginary lover. Was she supposed to do something now? Say something?
 
“I-it is… my first time,” she admitted shyly. Although, considering the way she acted to revealing her body to someone, perhaps that should have been an obvious thing, but perhaps not. She wasn’t even sure if Azir had been with someone else before. Not that it mattered to her. Whatever happened before was in the past, for their life together began tonight. Gingerly, she reached out a hand towards his face, cupping his cheek as her thumb swiped along the corner of his mouth. “You can… touch me. If you want.” To emphasize her words, Lyra took a small step towards him, closing that gap between them that he had started, and in doing so, pressed herself further into his hand on her breast, stifling a soft moan as she bit down again on her lower lip, rolling it against her teeth until it popped free once more. “Volo te, Azir. Volo dabo vobis omnem partem mei.” Lyra let the hand on his cheek trail down his neck, fingers lightly brushing against his skin as they dipped just beneath the hem of his top, tracing it down the front of his chest, before curling her fingers around it. Like she had done in the park, she used the leverage to tug him towards her, inviting him even closer. “I am yours.”

[Aethyrium]

Character Name: Azir Venris Kil-Mitter
Date | Time: November 12th | Early Evening
Location: Eternas
Wearing: Blue and white Unovian not-so-casual
Tagging | Mentioning: Lyra |
While this was not Azir’s first time with a woman, there were a lot of ways in which it might as well have been. The circumstances between the first - and only - time Azir had been with a woman, and right now with Lyra were impossibly different. There had been a lot more in common with the night in the park, though even that was quite different. What mattered was that though Lyra wasn’t the first woman Azir had been with, she was the first intimate moment he had. The first romantic moment. The first moment with a partner, a woman who was his. The first chance to explore and celebrate. The first chance to savor and enjoy in a way that went beyond the raw intensity of carnal pleasure. And though there was some truth that his new understanding of her damped that some, that the ugliness of her marred body detracted from his assumed pleasure. He still wanted it. More importantly, he still wanted it with her.

“Deinde gaudeo communicare cum.” He replied. Like her, Azir held a bit of trepidation. Anxiety, uncertainty. This was new. So her encouragement was not just attractive, but very welcome. It soothed some of that doubt, and gave him that more express permission that he was so bad at assuming he had. Azir’s palm squeezed the small swell of her breast as she stepped in closer to him. His fingers curled and closed around her, groping her lightly - exploratorily - eager to cause enough of those delicate sounds she’d made for him. He felt arousal begin to take hold of him, but he was far more interested in her than himself at the moment. The night in the park had been hot, it had been needy and lustful. Azir had wanted to claim her, and have her all for himself. There had been a hurried intensity to it, a desire to feel their bodies as one. He still had that, but there was no rush. That night she had been a woman he loved, but she had not been his. Tonight was different because tonight they were one; tonight they began their life together, and Azir didn’t want to blitz past that.

This night he wanted to linger in their long memories.

He nuzzles toward her hand as she began to move it. She made him feel so good. Azir’s eyes stayed with hers. He could have gotten lost in her gaze. Scars were stain, but they didn’t need to define the beauty that she had. She was still beautiful to him. Azir stepped in closer, pressed almost chest to chest, their hands trapped between them. Those words were erotic in a way he had never experienced, and Azir shuddered a small gasp. He felt his cock twitch with excitement. Truly, he believed her. “Et tuus sum,” he whispered, hand squeezing and the easing off her breast, “Omnem partem tibi volo, Lyreilynn, partemque mei tibi dare volo.”

His hand fell away from her, and it pushed between them. He needed an inch of space. Azir pulled at the cinch on his waist while looking at her. There was a warmth in his cheeks. A slight embarrassment that bubbled under the surface of his confidence. He pulled it apart and let it drop to the floor, releasing the tension of his clothing. Stepping only a foot back, he reached and slowly pulled at the hem, parting the robe-like dress and exposing the definition of his body to her. As she had for him, but without the same reservations, he pulled it over his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. It took him only a second from there to peel the underwear from his hips and drop it, so he too could stand before her exposed.

Azir’s physique was a masterpiece of lean muscle and meticulous definition. His body appeared as if it had been sculpted by a master artisan, with each muscle group standing out in clear, precise relief. The sharp contours of his chest were particularly notable, showcasing exceptionally well-defined pectoral muscles, a testament to his rigorous training and the weightlifting he did with his weapon, Hurricane. He embodied a perfect blend of strength and aesthetics, maintaining a firm and chiseled appearance without the bulkiness often associated with bodybuilding.

Despite his impressive physique, Azir’s choice of clothing often concealed his dedication to physical fitness. He wasn't one to parade around shirtless, keeping his well-toned body discreetly hidden. However, beneath his garments, his hips formed a distinct V-shape, guiding the eye downward along a faint trail of hair that ran from his rippled abdominals to his meticulously groomed pubic area. Just below this trail, slightly lifted from his muscular thighs, lay Azir’s penis. Its size was well-proportioned, matching the distance from the tip of his middle finger to the base of his palm. In many ways, Azir appeared to be an utterly average man. However, one peculiarity set him apart: his shaft exhibited a pronounced curve just over halfway down, angling the pale head upward in a noticeable hook.

Though there was nothing as bad as her, Azir was not without his own markings of the past. Something had, rather clearly, run him through at some point. A quarter-sized dark pink mass of puckered scar tissue covered a hole that had once run through the side of his waist, diagonally through him and out his back - where another, matching scar, had formed. There was a large gash down the outside of his right thigh, jagged and torn - unmistakable, a Hollow had nearly taken his leg. There was something else, higher, just beneath his collarbone on the left side. Two small wounds that looked like snake bites. But perhaps more noticeable than all of that was a tattoo - a stylized band with the head of a lion that wrapped around his right thigh, about half way up. “Nunc et in aeternum, pares amores sumus.”

Stepping back to her, Azir wrapped his arms around Lyra and pulled her into his chest. Maybe it wasn’t the most sexual thing in the world, even though the heat of his cock was radiating against her stomach. But he just wanted to feel her. To feel their bodies together. The coolness of hers, versus the heat of his. “Dic iterum,” he cooed, nuzzling against her hair softly, “Quod meus es tu.”