Post by Administrator on Jun 19, 2008 0:31:44 GMT -5
The panic in Salenth's tone worried Aslath, even if she wouldn't say it. She hissed, diving into the second beast in a pure need to destroy something. She chomped down on the flesh, digging her claws into the dead creature while ripping the meat from the bones with as much force as she could. A war where there shouldn't have been one?[/color] she echoed, trying to make it have a little bit of sense. She repeated the phrase in her mind slowly, trying to see if it made any more sense that way. Then she did the same again, having difficulty comprehending it. But... if a place where a war should not be does not exist, how did you get there?[/color] she demanded. Her eyes whirled more quickly. She almost felt bad for Salenth. It was obvious that whatever had happened, wherever he had been, had pained him. But the sympathy rapidly evaporated when she remembered why she was mad. You still caused my rider pain! Why did you not try harder?![/color] she demanded angrily. Too hormonal for her own good, one might suppose.
Shmee shook, but she made no effort to fight the man off. Her need was to great to even consider it. The look in his eyes were terrifying, yet irresistible. She rubbed her hips achingly against his, building the pressure she needed so desperately from him. However, even she didn't expect the sheer violence of his next move. At first, she froze as S'rei began ripping at her clothes. He had never been as forceful as this... But she wanted it, she wanted it. Her clothes fell away to the side, and he moved her hands so that they would slid high to his shirt. Ripping it from there, she moved her lips down his chest, savoring his taste, yet despising it. He was controlling her, he was dominating her. And she was letting him. She kissed his chest with even more force as the sleeves of her shirt and legs on her pants lingered, unable to fall off in her position on the floor. But her key parts were free, which she assumed was all that S'rei cared about. She was letting him win, and she didn't even try to fight that, instead letting him dominate her.
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Shmee groaned where she lay, opening her eyes blearily. She was sore, not quite as bad as it was with Ka'rys, but close to it. She was throbbing in pain as she opened her eyes. What had happened? Realizing the state of her clothes, she turned a bright red, immediately pulling the remaining sleeve as high as it could go up her arm. The other had fallen off as some point during the... moment with S'rei. Her pant legs had fallen to her calves, but at least they were still on. Groggily, she fumbled with the pants to make them cover as much as they could of her lower body. Cracking her stiff back, she looked around wildly. Was he still here? Part of her was afraid. That meeting had been almost inhuman for both of them. The look in his eyes had been terrible, but she had continued on with it. She had initiated it. She flinched with the memory. What on Pern was she doing, taunting S'rei like that? He was larger than her. She knew he could do that if he so desired. She shuddered, looking around the room for anything that could cover her.
It felt odd, having the need to cover herself in front of S'rei. He had seen her naked before. Was she scared of allowing him to see her like this again?
Her eyes located S'rei, but she said nothing. She simply had no idea of what she could possibly say about this. It was considerably awkward. Straightening a little more, she tried to ignore how battered she felt. This was more like how it felt after a Flight-- not how she was used to with S'rei. She scratched her head, her long fingers running through the messy black locks. She cleared her throat.
"I... I should probably get something to wear," she stated uncertainly. Her voice was oddly high-pitched, and she stood slowly. She felt like her body had been hit repeatedly with a club, and she quickly folded her arms over her chest. Red marks peppered her collarbone, but she didn't notice them. However, she did remember something.
"Shard it... Miguel!" she called, darting straight into the adjoining room where Miguel's toys were heaped. "Shards, he's not here!" she said, panic starting to come over the woman. Darting into her room, she found Shei, still sleeping. One blessing, at least. She gulped, coming back out feeling slightly twitchy. Nervously, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Miguel's not here!" she squeaked, utter panic taking hold. Accusingly, she looked down hatefully at S'rei. "Did you take him?!" she demanded, her voice starting to rise in anger. If he kidnapped Miguel...
Shmee shook, but she made no effort to fight the man off. Her need was to great to even consider it. The look in his eyes were terrifying, yet irresistible. She rubbed her hips achingly against his, building the pressure she needed so desperately from him. However, even she didn't expect the sheer violence of his next move. At first, she froze as S'rei began ripping at her clothes. He had never been as forceful as this... But she wanted it, she wanted it. Her clothes fell away to the side, and he moved her hands so that they would slid high to his shirt. Ripping it from there, she moved her lips down his chest, savoring his taste, yet despising it. He was controlling her, he was dominating her. And she was letting him. She kissed his chest with even more force as the sleeves of her shirt and legs on her pants lingered, unable to fall off in her position on the floor. But her key parts were free, which she assumed was all that S'rei cared about. She was letting him win, and she didn't even try to fight that, instead letting him dominate her.
--
Shmee groaned where she lay, opening her eyes blearily. She was sore, not quite as bad as it was with Ka'rys, but close to it. She was throbbing in pain as she opened her eyes. What had happened? Realizing the state of her clothes, she turned a bright red, immediately pulling the remaining sleeve as high as it could go up her arm. The other had fallen off as some point during the... moment with S'rei. Her pant legs had fallen to her calves, but at least they were still on. Groggily, she fumbled with the pants to make them cover as much as they could of her lower body. Cracking her stiff back, she looked around wildly. Was he still here? Part of her was afraid. That meeting had been almost inhuman for both of them. The look in his eyes had been terrible, but she had continued on with it. She had initiated it. She flinched with the memory. What on Pern was she doing, taunting S'rei like that? He was larger than her. She knew he could do that if he so desired. She shuddered, looking around the room for anything that could cover her.
It felt odd, having the need to cover herself in front of S'rei. He had seen her naked before. Was she scared of allowing him to see her like this again?
Her eyes located S'rei, but she said nothing. She simply had no idea of what she could possibly say about this. It was considerably awkward. Straightening a little more, she tried to ignore how battered she felt. This was more like how it felt after a Flight-- not how she was used to with S'rei. She scratched her head, her long fingers running through the messy black locks. She cleared her throat.
"I... I should probably get something to wear," she stated uncertainly. Her voice was oddly high-pitched, and she stood slowly. She felt like her body had been hit repeatedly with a club, and she quickly folded her arms over her chest. Red marks peppered her collarbone, but she didn't notice them. However, she did remember something.
"Shard it... Miguel!" she called, darting straight into the adjoining room where Miguel's toys were heaped. "Shards, he's not here!" she said, panic starting to come over the woman. Darting into her room, she found Shei, still sleeping. One blessing, at least. She gulped, coming back out feeling slightly twitchy. Nervously, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Miguel's not here!" she squeaked, utter panic taking hold. Accusingly, she looked down hatefully at S'rei. "Did you take him?!" she demanded, her voice starting to rise in anger. If he kidnapped Miguel...