Lust's Conquest (Open xD)

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She recognized that Kalierre was sliding into the weyrHealer, into the dragonHealer, but K'von embraced her just the same. The greenrider was a woman, yes, but healing had been her life since the age of eight. This desire to do something rather than watch and stand by helplessly made her who she was. Even if it was as small as curling her fingers in a man's hair and speaking a few quiet words. That he accepted this as easily as he had her lusty attentions warmed her - for it was unusual. His head came to rest on her shoulder, and she welcomed it, even as she watched the series of events playing out at the river. That scene seemed too personal to intruded upon; she bore witness.

Her eyes flicked toward the face she couldn't quite see, her fingers stilling. Kalierre frowned slightly. The woman was not a fan of alcohol in the least. It was a means of escape, but it was a mind-altering one, one that created dependency. And she'd seen it destroy far too many lives in the north. Still, it wasn't disapproval that drew out the frown. No, it was the concept that K'von felt the need to drink himself into a stupor that bothered her. Was it so distressing to Dohulth, the unfairness of it? To K'von? In the end, it was just a Flight. There would be many more for all of them. Did they always take it so hard when they lost? Kalierre mainted her silence, if only because it confused her.

How quickly did she dismiss her headlong dash toward the cliff's edge. But it was not something she had remembered or experienced. An abstraction. It slipped from her thoughts.

Kalierre's hand slipped from his head and came to rest where neck met line of shoulder, her thumb lightly stroking the back of his neck. He seemed so dejected. Phremath's unease sobered the woman, but she and her green - they were a young pair, and Kalierre's sense of self was firmly established by the time of Impression. K'von and Dohulth seemed to bleed into one another much more. The woman frowned again. "You think Dohulth's blocking you out because you're not training hard enough?" It didn't make a lot of sense to her, but...She supposed K'von knew his mindmate better than she did. "Well, I don't know about any of that, but sometimes mindmates hide things from each other to try to protect each other. Phremath is too sensitive to handle a lot of the things I think about." Mild shrug. "Although I wish I had a spare moment to join you in that training. I'm turning into an overworked, sleep-deprived blob, and could probably use it."

Oh, he'd seen her. He'd most definitely seen her! She'd been hoping he'd turn away really quickly, because her lungs were definitely beginning to hurt, but he was moving toward her instead. Phremath looked away. If I dont see him, he doesn't see me. If I don't see him, he doesn't see me. That was a bit silly, but it was worth a try! He'd definitely see her if she moved. Too late. Too late. As his head came down and nudged at her, she moved to the surface, taking in a big lungful of air and just hovering there, only her head sticking out - and still shrouded in long strands of kelp. I'm sorry! she cried, backpedaling a little. He sounded upset. Not good. Not good.

I just thought it was pretty. And I always feel better when I'm looking at something pretty. Please don't be angry. Now more of her was appearing, similarly shrouded in kelp, and though she shrunk back from Dohulth, she made no attempt to escape.

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K'von did not miss the fact that her fingers stopped their soothing motions at the mention of alcohol, and he cursed himself a fool for bringing that up. It was not the best way of dealing with matters, he admitted, but sometimes, the alcohol would make the nightmares stay away. That, in itself, was incentive enough to go forward, though the fellis had negated that need. He had been out like a light quite quickly. He wanted to reassure her of that, but he thought it best to just... let the topic slip away. Yes... on to other things. He would rather not discuss his occasional need for drinking himself into a stupor. That was not a happy or pleasant or friendly topic, especially considering how little time the two had known each other. No, he was loathe to scare her off now, and he nuzzled his face more against her, pressing a light kiss to her skin.

He shifted a bit as her hand moved, liking the spot it now rested at. Ohhh, but she was good at soothing a wounded soul! As to whether the healer or the woman in her was showing such patience with him, he was unsure. He hoped it was the latter, but in a person as work-oriented as her, it was often hard to tell. Her question had him confused for a second, and then he quirked his mouth into a slight smile. She had misunderstood. Ahhh, to be just out of weyrlinghood again...

"Dohulth and I have seen nearly all the same things since I hit my mid-teens. We just.... don't have secrets much," he admitted readily. "But you and Phremath are welcome to join us in training. I'm sure it'd... wear you out enough to encourage you to sleep." A suggestive note had crept back into his voice, and even though she likely could not see his face, his eyes glinted mischievously. That did bring up a rather good point, in response to her question, so he attempted to explain, explain the bond that came of long hours in the air together. "When we're flying together... practicing, training, drilling... we have to be communicating constantly so that we're working together. And... when we communicate that well in the air for so long, then when we get finished, it's easier to talk about other things. We don't feel the need to try to keep things from the other." That was a poor explanation at best, but it was the most coherent statement his worry- and sex-hazed mind could come up with at the moment.

Dohulth quickly withdrew his head in surprise as the dark shape moved, a head breaking the surface just as his did. It was her, though she appeared to be covered in more wet plant-stuff. The brown snorted softly as she inhaled, relieved that she did not seem to be damaged. What had she been doing down there anyway?! Had she been trying to drown herself? He hoped not. His might not do well if Hers were to suddenly go mad from losing her mindmate. Besides that, as confusing and irritating and slightly hurtful as the last few days had been, Dohulth rather enjoyed the little green's company. She lacked the ego of many others, and she was... simple, usually, in speech and action.

Her attempts at appeasing him shocked the brown, and he crooned lowly to her, even as she shrunk away from him. Why was she retreating?! He was not about to hurt her, even if he was upset by her obviously confusing antics. No, he would never hurt this little darling. Dohulth rarely, if ever, hurt anything besides his food, and even then, he was merciful. I am not angry with you. I was afraid you would drown down there. he said as patiently as he could manage. Now that the obvious anxiety had passed, his eyes slowed to a lazy green whirl. His posture relaxed a bit, and even though he wanted to go curl up and just rest, it was obvious that Phremath had to be delicately dealt with first. She seemed... frantic.

He belatedly realized that she was referring in her comments to the creeper on the shore. So... she had left it for him? Well, looking at it had not really made him feel better, but her gesture of attempted comfort meant more. It was pretty; he would admit that. It is very pretty. Thank you.

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Kalierre’s back arched subtly as he continued to nuzzle and kiss at her, her head tilting back a little. Tease. That heightened awareness at his being pressed up against her, skin on skin, that she’d thus far managed to avoid was beginning to resurface. The topic of discussion only made it worse. Unlike the pure lusty heat of before, this was something deeper. She shook her head slightly, attempting to clear it. The man would have her completely distracted if he didn’t stop nuzzling at her like that, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, was it? Shards no. The dragonhealer let out a quiet sigh. She was beginning to regret not taking back her clothes, because they’d at least be able to hide her growing interest. It would be quite embarrassing if he wasn’t trying to get her worked up.

Glancing down, she still couldn’t see his face very well at this angle, though she had to wonder if he was really comfortable all bent over like that. They had over a half a foot of difference between them, all of which could be accounted for in the length of the torso. But…if it didn’t bother him, it certainly didn’t bother her. Nodding at his admission, she merely smiled faintly. She could usually tell the approximate age of a dragon just by looking at him, so she’d more or less known that. K’von was roughly her age, which meant…mid-teens. “I probably shouldn’t keep as much from Phremath as I do, but she’s very sensitive, especially to things that distress me. If I let my emotions get out of control, she’s nearly inconsolable.” Kalierre’s gaze had retreated into herself, remembering the day of the massacre. The green had been completely immobilized in her fear. Only Adith’s anger and determination to do something broke her out of it. And it wasn’t fear of what might happen to Kalierre, though that was certainly there. No, it was fear of the anger that she’d never felt in Hers before, that had truly frozen her.

She actually laughed at his comment about wearing her out. Training for Phremath and Kalierre was always tiresome. They did so many Between jumps in so short a time that it was more than enough to mentally fatigue even the most disciplined mind. And that rapid eye blink idea? It was rather useless when anything was moving around you, as you didn’t really have enough time to adjust between jumps, but Kalierre and Phremath still used it to try to bring up endurance. The dragonhealer was completely fizzled after one of those sessions. She could barely think straight enough to get herself to her furs afterwards. Of course, his tone didn’t escape her, either. Reaching down to pinch his arm, her breast ‘innocently’ came into contact with his face. “Behave,” she murmured, barely able to keep the amusement out of her tone.

Kalierre nodded at K’von’s explanation, sobering slightly, though she couldn’t honestly say that she was paying all that much attention to it…Suddenly she frowned, glancing toward the river. Phremath’s distress had picked up to a level that was now uncomfortable. Just as it did, though, the emotion simmered back down. Strange.

You thought I was drowning? The croon had gone a long way to relieving her anxiety, if only because she’d expected…Well, no, she wasn’t sure what she expected. All she knew was that she didn’t at all like it when it seemed he was angry with her. Not because he himself scared her, but because the idea of him being mad and not wanting to be around her anymore was not something she liked. Not if she didn’t mean to upset him! Oh, I’m so sorry, Dohulth! Phremath took a step toward him, agitated. She didn’t know what to do, truly. Hopefully he would not be upset that she’d scared him when she didn’t mean to. The green decided that she really needed to think more about what she was doing before she did it…

Phremath needed to explain. She didn’t want him to think she was messing with him on purpose. The green squirmed within the water. It was pretty but I didn't know if you'd like it or not and you didn't want to play and the bitty biter was all upsetting you but then you were glaring at me and KaliMine and I thought that it wasn't just the bitty biter that was upsetting you and then KaliMine wanted to scrub and the water and I went under and, and, and... Oh dear. She thought she'd broken this habit of one huge, long thought coming out all at once when she was a hatchling. Now Phremath was embarrassed. And I'm sorry, she finished lamely.

It was at this point that, still feeling rather silly, she began to remove the ropes of kelp. Even when he thanked her, she merely crooned. It warmed her, that he didn’t seem angry, but she was still afraid that if she spoke again the words would just tumble out in an endless stream. Phremath wriggled, trying to reach a particularly difficult strand, twisting both left and right with no success to speak of.

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K'von, distracted though he was, was male enough to recognize her movements as a response to his attentions. He was very briefly confused. He had no meant his touches to arouse or interest her. They were more of easy comfort than of interest, though the fact that she was responding to him pleased him. His intentions were not to seduce, but.... well, if she wanted it to go there, he would have no objections. Of course, she had to break the silence and talk about something rational, but it did not wholly ruin the mood. He smiled faintly. "Well... I'm sure you and Phremath work differently than Wherryface and I do. You might have to keep some things from her. But Dohulth and I? Really no secrets," he murmured quietly, though making low noises this close to her skin was having an adverse effect on him as well. Shardit. Here he was trying to worry about his obviously-stressed mindmate, and he was getting excited by just talking.

Shard the blasted, beautiful, incredibly attractive woman.... the perceptive one whose laughter and pinch to the arm signified her recognition of his tone. Well, he had not meant to seduce her, but since she was responding, why not? He touched on Dohulth's mind again and found that the brown, though obviously still troubled, was much calmer, and a wordless 'conversation' ensued. Yes.... the brown wanted to sleep. And who was K'von to deny his dragon this? The fact that her breast came in contact with his face--perilously close to his mouth--went unrecognized in favor of her sudden stiffness. He glanced up at her face and saw that she was looking toward their dragons in the river. He wanted to tell her that the pair was fine.

Instead, his mouth chose to pay attention to the thing that had just recently bumped up close to it, and he was busy for a brief moment before he pulled away. "Dohulth needs to rest. I should take him back up to our weyr," he said quietly, though the breathless edge to his tone gave him away. "You.... want to come?" Oh, shards, did he hope she did. Even for just a cuddle would be nice, but more..... oh, more!

Dohulth was unsure what she was sorry for, and then she stepped toward him. His wings flared out slightly, and the brown extended his neck to gently nose at a part of her neck not covered in strands of kelp. He had been worried for her health, but now he realized that he need not be. She was fine; he was... fine. All was mostly well. He wanted to soothe her further, but her breathlessly long stream of words had him just staring at her in bemused silence. The brown wanted to nose her into hushing, but she seemed to catch it herself. Just as well, too... for he was starting to get incredibly overwhelmed again by all the talking.

I am just glad you are not hurt or in danger. he managed, and he crooned lowly to her, gratified by the croon he had been given. Yes, he could manage good manners, even ruffled as he was. Of course, it was rather hard for him to be patient and unamused as Phremath tried to remove her camouflage layer. The fact that she kept wriggling and trying to get at one difficult strand had him rumbling softly, unable to contain himself. Silly green. He stepped closer to her and stretched out his neck, taking the offending strand in his teeth and lifting it off, flinging it aside with a quick flick of his head. There. Task finished. Is that better? he inquired without a hint of patronization in his tone, stretching out his neck to snag and remove another thread of plantlife.

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The dragonHealer couldn’t resist a slight smirk at his response. K’von sounded distracted. At least, his usual manner of speaking tended to be more to the point. Not that she minded him talking. It was more than nice to hear a man’s voice, rather than the shrills of women or the whining of boys. Or maybe that was just Kalierre’s interest speaking. Either way, the low tones were making the hairs on her arms begin to rise. “He must usually be pretty patient, to allow you to call him Wherryface.” They may have had this conversation before. She just wanted to hear more of his voice. Was that so bad? “I may just be making excuses, anyway. I’ve never really been that open with anyone. Why should it change now?” True enough. Kalierre didn’t really have anything to hide, but…she just didn’t care to tell people much about herself. It made things simpler. Let them believe that she was the healer, and little else. They didn’t need to know about her struggles with helplessness, didn’t need to know about life at Benden or how she was capable of slitting a man’s throat in cold blood with the very same hands that might have saved his life the day before. That was Kalierre’s reality, and she didn’t need anyone else as witnesses to know it for truth.

Momentarily distracted from K’von by her concern for her green, the woman let out an involuntary gasp, instinctively pressing herself closer to him. That felt nice. Ah, but now she was cold where he had touched her when he pulled away. Kalierre’s eyes searched out his in silent question. Why had he stopped? A brow rose when he began to speak of Dohulth again. Of course his brown was important. Of course. She didn’t think he wasn’t. It was just…K’von was speaking of leaving her, right after he’d…That was cruel. The dragonHealer’s face shifted to that pleasantly neutral mask that she normally wore when secretly wanting to throttle a particularly difficult patient. He was breathing heavy. He was interested. She knew that she could please him – just as he knew it. And he’d just worked her up into a pleasantly uncomfortable state of awareness. Only to say that he was leaving? Maybe this was how he got his kicks. Well, she wasn’t about to beg him to stay.

The mask crumbled at his next words. She almost kissed him. Shards, she’d managed to get that one totally wrong, hadn’t she? It would be better to take this somewhere less public. Less exposed. And Phremath was rather tired herself – certainly not interested in spending too much more time on the riverbank. Actually, the green was feeling ashamed. Come now, hun. Can’t be that bad. He must think I’m a complete idiot. Of course not. Maybe just a little silly. Though Phremath sent her the equivalent of a mental glare, the dragon seemed to be feeling better now.

Settling for nuzzling his jaw briefly, she murmured, “Hold on just a second.” Kalierre slipped from the rock and trotted over to his clothes, gathering them up and slipping his shirt on. She paused a moment to revel in how large it was on her. Returning with his boots and pants in hand, she winked at him. “I don’t plan to share with the entire weyr. Was Phremath welcome, or am I going to have to plan on returning this monstrosity?” Plucking at the shirt, she grinned cheekily at him. The woman presently began crawling up the rock, stroking his legs lightly as she put on his pants for him, the shirt far too large to conceal much from his angle. Part of her purpose was to eliminate the awkwardness of his trying to do this one-handed, but mostly she just wanted an excuse to touch him. Kalierre ended between his legs, kissing him lightly as she finished fastening the pants. Oh no. She did not want him to change his mind. Shameless? A bit.

Poor Phremath was feeling very much self-conscious. She couldn’t keep her words under control, and now she couldn’t even get all the kelp off. Dohulth was such a nice, older brown…he must be thinking she was completely inept. Or just a hatchling. That bothered her a little. She knew she was young, but she didn’t want to be just another hatchling to Dohulth. When he approached, though, she stilled, watching him closely. What was he doing? Phremath released a little gratified wriggle when he removed that annoying strand she’d been unable to reach. Much. Thank you. My neck wasn’t long enough to reach, she added, a tad bashfully.

The green came to stand still – or at least as still as an energetic green like Phremath was able to – not wanting to upset Dohulth again. She liked it when he was closer. Shifting a little, the green angled her head up toward him and nuzzled his neck, crooning quietly. Are you tired of me, Dohulth? she asked soberly. It made sense if he was. In fact, she couldn’t even bring herself to be upset at the idea. If he was…then she would just give him his space for awhile. Surely it wouldn’t last forever. Ever optimistic, Phremath waited for his answer with a mixed bag of emotions, trying to angle her body to make it easier for him to help.

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K'von felt his his heart go out to the woman. And he had thought that his trust issues were bad. Apparently, Kalierre was even more close-mouthed about herself than he was about his own problems. They could work on that together, and together brought up that issue that he had been trying to gently, non-demandingly, put forward. The carefully bland expression on her face had made his stomach drop, and he wilted noticeably at the thought that she might not want to be near him.Then that expression quickly faded, and he groaned softly as she nuzzled at his jaw. She was going to come? The thoughts of having a bed all to himself after all of this was.... depressing, at very best.

He whined audibly as she slipped away, sitting fully upright and reaching out with his good hand in an attempt to corral her back into his reach. But... she was long gone, and he offered up a pout as she took possession of his shirt. What was it with women and his shirts... really? Not that it covered much at this angle, and he groaned again, this time more desperately at the mischievous and edible expression on her face. "I think... she's welcome," he got out, watching as she crawled up the rock and assisted him in slipping on his pants. The brownrider tried to help with his one good hand, but she seemed to be enjoying it far too much. His hand instead slipped beneath the far-too-big collar of his shirt to trail across her back.

"Didn't we just agree that... jumping each other here was a bad idea?" he inquired, smoothing his hand over warm skin and tugging to encourage her to move up him and closer. He wanted her much more urgently now, but they needed to get back to his weyr before he could indulge. Dohulth wanted his weyrledge, and K'von wanted a soft mound of furs to cuddle both Kalierre and himself into. "Can't say... I hate your outfit, though," he added, withdrawing his hand and slipping it down her side to slide beneath the hem of his/her shirt. She wanted to keep it, apparently, and his hand found its way to her rump to repay her for her little stunt with the pants. Never, ever should one play with fire, and she was toying with it nonstop now...

Phremath's wriggling reassured Dohulth that her emotional status was not as tenuous as he had thought when she first stilled on his approach. No, she was her normal energetic, patience-taxing self. Adorable, she was, but he was just tired right now. There was a heaviness on his mind that would not lift. He needed sleep... some time to think in quiet. Mine would not be either, if it was on that spot on me. he reassured her, though he doubted he would ever be in that unenviable position. He did not relish being a draping post for sticky, wet, clingy plantlife. It was irritating... and itchy, when it began to dry.

Her actions elicited a low rumble from him, and he nuzzled briefly at her flank in response before using his mouth to delicately pluck off the offending strands of kelp. Tired of her? No, he was not. He was just.... tired. I am not tired of you, Phremath. he said kindly, spatting another bit of kelp aside. Nasty stuff! How did humans eat plant-things when they tasted so awful? He watched her move her body to give him better access, and he set to his task with a will, stretching his neck to remove one bit that was draped across the base of her tail. I am just very... tired. My mind is tired. Too many thoughts... does that make sense? No, he was not upset or tired of her at all. He just needed to rest himself and his mind.

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Kalierre's mischievous expression hardly shifted as his hand moved down her back. And why should it? She would have to be blind, deaf and stupid not to notice what effect she was having on K'von, and, as with most women, having that sort of power over him delighted her. Everyone liked to have their self-esteem boosted, didn't they? Oh yes. Of course, it would be nice if only Kalierre had that power, but the woman was willing to accept what she could get, and if memory and - current evidence - served her well, she was going to be getting more than enough to satisfy. Part of her mourned his disappearing beneath the trousers, but another, stronger part found the foreplay quite delightful, just so long as the wherryhead followed through. And she would make sure he would!

"Mmmm. Don't want to put on another show, brownrider?" the dragonHealer purred, allowing him to draw her closer, nuzzling at his bare chest. Oh yes, she'd made the right decision here. Had to love the strong, masculine chests. She let her tongue flick out to touch a nipple, giggling, before her hands ran up his sides and caressed his cheeks, holding him there as she proceeded to kiss the man hungrily. The silly thing was talking again as soon as she released him, but Kalierre merely smiled. "Better than a bronze terror on the loose, and, like I said, I'd rather not make nudity my trademark." Had she said that? No matter. She'd thought it, and that was enough. Her words came breathily, which only made her chuckle some more. Sharding man was effecting her, too!

Though she'd felt his hand drifting, it was still something of a surprise, a small gasp escaping her before her widened eyes narrowed. Kalierre ran her tongue over her lips, elongating her spine in a catlike movement that both pushed her back into his touch and brought her chest up against his. She nibbled his ear lightly. "Come now, handsome. How long do you think we can last like this?" Her tongue snaked out to toy with his earlobe for a few seconds. "Let's convince the adults it's time for a little flying." She winked. Double entendre? Oh, most definitely. Her hand slipped downward into his lap mercilessly. Never to be outdone, this woman. Kalierre pulled back, then, wriggling away from his questing fingers for a brief moment. "Unless you don't want me anymore?" The woman affected a pout.

Phremath was more than gratified by Dohulth's reaction, the green immediately brightening. She felt kind of weird letting him do all the work with the kelp, but...she didn't want to get in his way, and she really couldn't reach all of it. When the words followed to back up his actions, the green crooned softly, again not saying much. Phremath still entertained the unreasonable fear that another bout of mouth diarrhea was just around the corner. Then he was talking about thinking tiredness, her head canting to one side as she attempted to regard him from this strange angle. How could thoughts make you tired? Oh well. The green didn't always understand everything, but she thought that, if he was tired like he said, her questions probably would not be very welcome.

KaliMine complains that I never get tired, the green responded, knowing she hadn't really answered his question, but not sure what else to say. Her head snaked about to look past him to Theirs as they cuddled on the rocks. Do you think they're going to Fly again? It feels like it. Humans must be much different from us, if they can Fly each other so often, Phremath concluded brightly. The resurgence of the lustful personality that had overtaken her before was curiously absent. Was it that she was a dragon and could not manifest such things nearly as often as Hers seemed to grow excited? Who knew.

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Oh, K'von had no trouble with putting on a show, but the things he wanted to do to her... he wanted to do them privately. Oh, a little 'flying' out in the open was good for the spirit, for sure. However, K'von did not care to be watched whilst he worshipped his favorite greenrider from head to toe and back up again. No, watching would make it... impersonal. Being alone, however, made it intimate, and that was what the attention-starved brownrider wanted. He wanted her just for himself and their dragons, selfish as it was. Having an audience made it.... shared. He did not want shared.

Her mouthy attentions had him groaning and nearly breathless, and it was all he could do to keep from just grabbing her and rolling them over--clumsily, with only one arm--right there. As it was, he just arched beneath her attentions, returning the kiss with as much enthusiasm as he could manage without going overboard and crushing her to him. He mumbled something reassuring about how she looked gorgeous, but that was about all the intelligent response he could manage. His chest felt nearly tingly from the loss of sensation, and he whined audibly at the sound of her voice. Teasing still, she was!

Well, two could play that game, and he lightly pinched her rump, even as she gasped in surprise at his touch. Then she just had to respond, and K'von inhaled sharply as her chest pressed against his, her tongue finding his ear. Oh, dear. This was going towards the same conclusion quite quickly, and he barely managed a low, lusty growl for her, which deepened as her fingers found him. His hips arched toward her hand, and it should have been patently obvious that he did want her. "I do want you... but let's get... somewhere private before I jump you," the brownrider said lowly, his now-bereft fingers moving to try to snag her thigh. He squirmed to sit fully upright, touching on Dohulth's mind to see if the brown was ready to go.

Dohulth was quite ready, and as he spat aside the last offending piece of kelp, he snorted lightly in mild distaste. Yucky stuff, that. Phremath's response had him curious, though, since she did not seem to understand. She had a point, though. Phremath did not seem to get tired at all. You do seem to have a lot of energy. the brown commented, mildly amused. He padded towards the shallows and then gave himself a good all-over shake to rid himself of most of the water before he fully emerged from the river, watching their lusty bondeds with a critical eye.

They are going to... but not right now. Mine wants to be on a soft bed. His back is hurting, and he does not want to share her with the rest of the weyr. Dohulth explained, repeating K'von's thoughts nearly word for word. The grayish-tinted brown tilted his head and turned it to look back at the other green, wondering why she was not acting as oddly as she had done before. How odd this little green was... though he could scarcely protest the lack of... confusing behavior. No, life was far more peaceful this way. They must be different, yes. I know Mine has many memories of Flying over and over and over again in one day, but he does not think on them much lately.

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Was it turning her on even more to hear K'von moaning for her? Shells, yes. Of course it was. She could barely contain herself, though the part of her that liked to bring men to that boiling point reveled in the teasing. It had begun as a necessary skill to acquire her Benden 'protectors,' becoming something of a game when she decided she wanted a challenge and started going for those men who never seemed to be involved in any of the scandal stories circulating through the Weyr. Kalierre had been a maneater. It was something that still excited her, this game, but obviously it had been a matter of necessity, given her long celibacy. Strange to have that euphoria that came from that sense of power over him mixing with the desire that he completely dominate her. K'von challenged Kalierre, brought her out of her work-oriented, clinical world and into one she'd left behind practically as a pre-teen. She wanted to go wherever he led her.

Growling. The dragonhealer shivered slightly, feeling his growl against her chest, by her neck. Oh, yes, he wouldn't be having second thoughts in the little bit of time it would take them to get back to the weyrledge. Which was really the main point of this, even if she very much enjoyed the whole thing. She needed it as bad as he did. Leaning back into his grasping palm, Kalierre emitted a low purr. "Yes...that would be...smart. Though I almost don't care anymore." The woman slid past his hand, down between his legs again, and off the rock. Of course, then she managed to stumble. Just like her. Completely poor timing. Ignoring how graceless that had been, she figured it was better than...well, than landing flat on her arse for no apparent reason.

Ever so grateful to no longer be a riverbeast, Phremath nuzzled Dohulth lightly before he began to move away. Thank you. Next time, I think I'll skip the disguise. If there was a next time, which Phremath didn't intend there to be. Hiding out underneath the surface of the river wasn't nearly as fun as one might have thought. Of course, the circumstances weren't fun anyway, however she definitely didn't have much of a desire to repeat it at her leisure.

The green of course latched onto the one part of Dohulth's explanation that might give someone cause for concern. His back's hurting? I should tell KaliMine. She'll be very much upset if she hurts him. Very much. Mild anxiety colored her compound eyes, however she didn't relay the information right away, instead finding herself intrigued by the brown's explanation. Many times in one day? That was such a foreign concept to her, and yet it definitely seemed rather...interesting. So she could be feeling these feelings a lot, even in just one day? Very, very interesting.

Phremath, too, moved from the water, suffering Kalierre's hurried ministrations in silence. Soon enough, the dragonhealer was mounted and strapped in, clothes in hand and Lust again buried between her breasts, trying to find purchase and generally making the woman twitch as he situated himself. She waved at K'von, and the green jumped, winking Between almost instantly. They reemerged alongside the falls and glided to a soft landing on Dohulth's weyrledge. "You'll keep track of Lust for me?" Of course. Phremath yawned widely, curling up into a ball without waiting for Kalierre to dismount. "Tired much?"