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Post by kysseh on Jun 14, 2008 14:23:10 GMT -5
Fiona felt an arm drape itself around her waist, and it made her feel very warm and welcome, despite the itchy hay beneath her. She managed a bit of a smile, settling herself comfortably on her side and resting her cheek against the warmth of his chest. Were all men this warm? She liked it? Hugging only gave a fraction of this sort of comfort. His repeat of the greeting made her giggle softly, flopping an arm over his torso. "I think maybe we scared him off..." she added, a bit nervous. "I'd be scared off, but you're warm, and I'm tired, and I don't want to get up." She stifled a yawn, if only barely.
She caught a glimpse of green and blinked rapidly to clear her vision. Was that a flit? Certainly too small for Raiyth... and, oh. Apparently, her new bedmate knew what was going on. Maybe the other boy had not gone far after all. "Embarrassed...? No, I don't think. I am embarrassed that I'm not wearing clothes," she said candidly. "But... you know, this is what people are supposed to do. I think." She gave a slightly shy shrug, flushing a bit. "Never done this before. I'm not sure... what... you know... why?"
//Aslath Rose.// Raiyth pointed out helpfully. She had consulted with another dragon on the matter, concerned for her bonded's turmoil. //And the Rising makes all the humans do things.//
Fiona looked utterly confused. "What's Aslath Rising got... never mind. Don't wanna know..." she mumbled, resting contentedly where she was. At his introduction, she belatedly realized that introductions would be polite, at the very least. R'lor... that was an interesting name. She filed it away for future reference. "Hello, R'lor. I'm Fiona of green Raiyth. Where's the other one?" she asked, turning her head slightly to glance around the stall. "Isn't he still here?"
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Post by ravenmane on Jun 15, 2008 15:10:00 GMT -5
“You might as well come out. There’s nothing to be ashamed about…”
Sk’ler frowned at the words, but what the boy said was right. A dragon Flight had caused this to happen, and he hadn’t been in control of himself, but what had happened because of the Flight left the Weyrling bit uncomfortable. He had woken up sore in places he had never thought possible, but he had also felt… good and pleased somehow. It had felt so natural to be tangled up with the dark-skinned boy and the one girl involved in their activities, but how Sk’ler had been raised described such interactions as taboo and evil. Sighing quietly, Sk’ler heaved himself to his feet and left the stall he had taken refuge in. His steps were slow and deliberate, and with each one, the weyrling had to keep himself from turning around and fleeing. Which would be the smart thing to do. Triniath grumbled. He wanted His where he could see him, and not somewhere else. Sk’ler rolled his eyes with annoyance. I know what I’m doing, Triniath. I should at least meet them. No. Come back to our room. The Brown was determined to get his rider in his sight, but the dragon could not force his to do anything.
As Sk’ler reached the stall, he carefully kept one of the walls between him and the other two. When they introduced themselves, he realized he should also introduce himself. “Sk’ler of Brown Triniath.” His voice was wary, almost as though telling who he was would cause him harm. As his eyes looked down on Fiona and R’lor, Sk’ler could feel… an urge or simply put, a need to join them, but then again, he wasn’t the social type. His hazel eyes were guarded against emotion as he fought to hold back the post-Flight lust he was experiencing. Also, his hormones weren’t helping in the least bit. Told you it would be better to come back. Don’t go there, Trin. Sk’ler shot back at the Brown. It was hard to keep his features emotionless and free of the lust he felt, but Sk’ler was managing to keep his face passive and his body away from the others.
For now…
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Post by ryanne on Jun 15, 2008 19:31:27 GMT -5
R’lor laughed at her response. She was an odd sort of girl, but quite adorable in his opinion. Perhaps he was a bit biased simply because he’d just taken to the furs, or to the hay, with her. It didn’t really matter, he was pleased with his Flight-hazed choices. “Well, then I’m very glad that I’m warm,” he commented offhandedly. He just wished the hay would stop messing with his back. He was comfortable besides for that…very comfortable besides that.
“Yes, it’s natural. There’s nothing wrong with it,” he answered. He was weyrbred. This wasn’t a common practice of his, but he was far from embarrassed by it. It was the dragon Flight’s fault, but it was an overall pleasant happening. What man wouldn’t want to awaken, curled up with a good-looking girl and a good-looking guy. Now if only that guy would come back, it would be much better.
Good morning Mine, you had a good nap, Yiminth commented, letting loose of a dragon-yawn. R’lor just grinned, Yes I did. The brown had apparently slept through the Flight. That was probably a good thing. He was old enough to deal with such activities, but R’lor wanted to keep the exposure minimal. He didn’t exactly want a randy or emotionally confused dragon. Yiminth snorted at that thought. He was just fine!
“He’s still here,” R’lor commented right before the other spoke up. Ugh, raising his head, that took effort. But the brown weyrling managed it, seeing that the other still stood behind a wall. That almost brought a frown to his face, but only almost. “Nice to meet both of you,” he replied ruefully. “Why don’t you come in Sk’ler?”
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Post by kysseh on Jun 15, 2008 20:51:28 GMT -5
His laughter tickled her face where it rested on his chest. It felt soothing, relaxing almost. Despite her nervousness and slight discomfort at where they were lying on itchy hay, Fiona couldn't find much to complain about, though she knew she might have to make a trip to the Infirmary. She did not think she was anywhere near her monthly, but it was best to be safe than sorry. She did not have the time or energy to devote to a baby, and she seriously doubted either male weyrling did either.
She shifted a bit to lie more comfortably against him, feeling the urge to doze off in her comfort. She felt warm all down her front. Her back, however, was getting chilled. Shards, but if that boy would only come back... "Never happened before to me. Is it because of the queen rising? Didn't think that happened to anybody but the rider," she mumbled quietly, mulling it over. That was food for thought. Hopefully by the next time the queen Rose, she and Raiyth would have the capacity to fly away. She did not mind these sorts of activities, but the emotional overload and the ending up in the hay she could do without. Hay did not make a good bed.
Hmmmm.... wonder where my clothes are... she thought, touching on Raiyth's mind to make sure the green was all right. She need not have feared. The little green simply chattered happily about how confusing Fiona's mind had been and how she and Ego had taken a nice long nap. //Your clothes are everywhere, by the way. You just saw them a minute ago when you were looking around.// Raiyth added matter-of-factly, having seen the most recent scene through her rider's mind. Confused as the green was by Fiona's actions, she could not argue with her Mine's comfort. That was undeniably good.
Fiona turned to glance up at the other weyrling. Another brownrider-to-be? Shards, but she had picked a few good ones to roll in the hay with! The thought brought a shy grin to her face, and she could not resist a small giggle. "Hello, Sk'ler of brown Triniath," she said, blinking her big doe eyes up at him in an effort to clear the remnants of sleep and see him clearer. It failed to clear her vision anymore, so she just offered him a more sedate smile. "You can come in, you know. My back is a little cold," she added, unable to keep the wistful note from her voice.
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Post by ravenmane on Jun 15, 2008 23:39:42 GMT -5
A smile slowly appeared on his lips as he listened to the other weyrlings. One couldn’t help but laugh or smile at their words or remain unaffected. It was true that Sk’ler could come in, but he was still a bit uncomfortable with the idea. Yes, he really wanted to join them; however, the weyrling still had some socializing issues to deal with, and relationships and intimate activities were against the rules for weyrlings. Still, the idea of snuggling close to Fiona and having some fun was not completely and totally opposed by the boy, only his dragon. Don’t do it! Get Back here! It won’t hurt anyone, Trin. No one else is around. There might be people later. You know for fact that the Stables are not actively visited by people. Yet four weyrlings managed to be there. I’ll be back soon, Triniath. We’ll find a nice fat herdbeast for you, and I’ll bath and oil you before bed. Alright? Fine. The Brown’s response was short and decisive, but it contained a lot of annoyance and anger. Sk’ler didn’t let the conversation affect him. For one of the few times since he had come to the Weyr, he was going to allow himself some fun with other people instead of three fire-lizards and a dragon.
Sk’ler smiled at R’lor and Fiona as he entered the stall. Before he could really think about what he was doing, the boy quickly stripped off his clothes and settled down beside Fiona. It felt weird not fleeing from their presence, but it also felt right to remain with the two. He had never experienced any contact like this with someone else, and to have two willing companions was a pretty nice thing. Draping his arm around Fiona, Sk’ler pulled himself closer to the girl and rested his head on the hay near her head. He could just see R’lor’s face from where he lay, and Sk’ler was sure R’lor could see him. “Now what?” His voice was a small whisper as he spoke, but then again, he didn’t want to disturb the peacefulness he felt.
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Post by ryanne on Jun 17, 2008 11:52:11 GMT -5
R'lor shook his head slightly, feeling knowledgable. "When the queen Rises, almost everyone feels it. Most people who've been at the weyr for a while don't act on it or don't care if they act on it. I must admit, I don't mind." He was a very blunt person, he wasn't going to act embarrassed when he wasn't. This wasn't his first romp in the furs and he didn't mind his partners at all. Both were quite attractive in his eyes. Oh, and it helped that the girl hadn't run squealing like a baby when she awakened. That was no fun. The other male had, but he was coming back. R'lor was determined to make that happen.
The brown weyrling laughed when Fiona joined his efforts in getting Sk'ler to rejoin them. Apparently he wasn't the only missing the third part of their little get together. Her reasoning was about the same as his; three just made it more comfortable than two. Part of him didn't expect Sk'ler to rejoin them, but the other part said that any male would gladly rejoin two attractive naked people in the hay especially when they were both eagerly calling him back. He offered a smile, hoping to add to the encouragement. He had a feeling, though, that Fiona could manage it on her own.
And it worked aparently. After a moment, Sk'ler rejoined them, spooning with Fiona and looking at his face. "Now what?" R'lor repeated, an evil little grin coming to his face. "Well, we have two choices. Going back to sleep or exercising our sore muscles." His grin didn't fade any as he moved his hand to run it lazily through Fiona's hair. He was fine with either choice. He was more than ready for another round, but sleep was quite an enticing theory as well. He hurt, but he was more than willing to hurt a little more. That and he'd remember it better the second time around and they would all be consciously willing. That always seemed to make it better.
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Post by kysseh on Jun 18, 2008 2:52:32 GMT -5
"Oh." That was about the extent of the intelligible response that Fiona could come up with, blinking up at R'lor with her wide doe eyes. She was not really in a position to mind much either. She hurt in places, sure, but she was sure she had hurt far worse after some of their weyrling lessons and falling off runners and out of trees as a child. No, the girl did not mind. She had to lose her virginity, so why not lose it to a relatively decent pair of young men? Though, it did strike her that she could not remember which of them it had been. Ah well. Semantics, really.
His laughter tickled again, and Fiona squirmed a bit, snuggling his face further against his chest with a muffled giggle. She could have told him the source of her amusement, but she was feeling rather too lazy and comfortable at the moment to launch into the prolonged explanation of how her cheek, on his chest, vibrated every time he spoke. Laughter just vibrated a lot. Vibrating... why did vibrating sound good? She shivered suddenly, rather wishing that Sk'ler would come join them to make the threesome complete again. Raiyth was distracted with cooing over Ego, and the green had reassured her that she was unbothered by the interesting goings-on, though Fiona just had to explain later why she let these two males Fly her. Raiyth had been most insistent about that. Were they strong and kind and good human males, worthy of Flying her Fiona? She wanted to know these things.
Fiona could only giggle again at the green's naive curiosity.
Feeling something very warm cuddled up against her back made her quickly rejoin reality, and she tucked her feet back against his legs, liking the feel of being squished in the middle. True, it was not squishing so much as a lazy sort of cuddling, but she liked to think of it as squishing, for some reason. It made her feel as though she had more contact with them. She heard Sk'ler's query and R'lor's response, making a soft noise of encouragement at the feel of a hand in her disarrayed curls. That felt nice, although why, she was not sure. Hmmm... what did she want to do? "I don't remember which of you took me first... if both of you did," Fiona said, furrowing her brow faintly at her inability to clearly remember. She remembered the feelings, just not the facts. "But... I wouldn't mind exercising. Makes the body stronger. Then I could remember the good stuff properly," she added, releasing R'lor to pat Sk'ler's thigh where he rested behind her. "What do you think? I'd look at you to ask, but I'm too lazy to turn my head again..."
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Post by ravenmane on Jun 19, 2008 21:03:42 GMT -5
Sk'ler shrugged in response to both of their words. "Well, exercising sounds good to me." The Brownweyrling murmured quietly, having realized that having some funw ith R'lor and Fiona wasn't going to hurt him... much... "I just don't really know what to do," he added sheepishly, "and I don't think any of us have experience that we can remember." The last part was almost a whisper as Sk'ler tried tyo hide the embarrassment in his words. It felt wierd discussing such intimate actions with people he hardly knew, but heck, he had just slept with both of them without realizing it. This time, he was going to remember what happened.
Please come back. No. I want to be able to remember. Triniath sent the image of Sk'ler being eaten attacked by R'lor, and Sk'ler couldn't help but smile. Stop it, Trin. I'll be alright. No one's going to be attacked. It might happen. It was all Sk'ler could do to keep from laughing. His Brown could be so silly at times!
[[It was all I could do right now. Hope you guys cane make do something with it in your replies. >.>]]
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Post by ryanne on Jun 27, 2008 20:52:45 GMT -5
R'lor grinned at Fiona's response. He had no problem with reminding her. He wasn't exactly sure of the order himself, but he could make a new one. He was sure that it'd work just as well. There was something great about being young. He could play as much as he wanted and not get too tired to play some more in a few moments. With Sk'ler's awkward acquiese, he turned her face closer to Fiona's. "We could remind each other how it worked. I'm quite good at that." He didn't have very much experience in the matter, but he was a fast learner. He would have a great time learning with this pair as well.
Softly, he pressed his lips to Fiona's while his hand reached over to wrap around Sk'ler again. Drawing back, he looked over the girl to Sk'ler, "We'll remember after a while, I promise."
((Short...but I couldn't write anymore without fading. I figured you guys might want to stick in your two cents before blackness presides))
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Post by kysseh on Jun 29, 2008 23:44:21 GMT -5
Fiona flushed a little at Sk'ler's whispered admission. She certainly didn't have much experience to go on. "I don't know much either. This was the first time for me, so this is all... well, at least two of us are experimenting together," she said, noting that R'lor seemed the most comfortable of the three with the whole situation. He had experience, then. Good! He could teach her. She smiled at the dark-skinned weyrling before her, reaching back to caress Sk'ler's thigh in definite encouragement. "You can touch me, you know, Sk'ler. I don't bite at all, and when I get un-lazy enough, I'm going to turn around and touch you," she told him matter-of-factly, giving him a shyly suggestive glance over her shoulder. She did not have explicit knowledge of what to do, but she was all for experimentation.
She was abruptly distracted by the soft press of lips against hers, and she hummed happily, scooting closer to R'lor with no shame at all. This was fun, and she was not going to miss a single moment of this time...
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Post by ravenmane on Jul 5, 2008 15:27:42 GMT -5
A light red blush spread across the Sk’ler’s face as R’lor spoke, but his hazel eyes twinkled with laughter. Oh, how strange it felt to be doing this in the Stables, but it was also slightly pleasant and comfortable. Then, when R’lor reached over Fiona to pull the boy closer, Sk’ler scooted forward. His own hand reached out to caress the weyrling’s smooth and dark-skinned belly, gently tracing the curves. “I’m sure we will, R’lor.” Sk’ler commented devilishly, but he was distracted momentarily as Fiona stroked her thigh. It comment left him silently laughing as he snuggled closer to her warm and very feminine body. “I can’t wait.” His voice was light a teasing, but also contained his eagerness to… remember this experience.
~Fades to Black~
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Post by ryanne on Jul 8, 2008 14:33:20 GMT -5
Okay, definitely better when he could remember it all. Sure, it was a little awkward at first. He didn't know how to divide his attentions among two people, but they'd figured it out. Shards, they had figured it out. Laying back in the hay, he sighed, a grin on his face. He had been drifting in and out of consciousness for a while now. Shakily, he raised himself up on one elbow, grinning at his partners. "So, we in agreement? Better now that we can remember it?" he joked, pulling himself even closer to Fiona. Again, they'd ended up with Fiona in the middle. He had a feeling that Sk'ler wasn't much used to the attentions of the male kind.
Oddly affectionate, he brushed the other male's cheek with his hand before moving to place a light kiss on Fiona's cheek. "We're going to be very sore very soon," he commented, refusing to let in any trace of awkwardness. The first time he understood. The Flightlust had come over all of them. No one really consented. It was all just giving in. The second time, well, now that was premeditated. They'd all decided that that was what they wanted. And somehow it made it all the more hot in his mind. Well, that and he could remember exactly what had gone on. Laughing softly at the thought, he laid back down, ignoring the prickling of the hay.
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Post by kysseh on Jul 8, 2008 14:47:41 GMT -5
Still quivering a bit from exhaustion and sheer delight, Fiona let out a delighted sigh and let herself rest there on her side on the hay. Somehow, she had wound up in between the two males again, and that made her squirm a bit with delight, wishing she could make them both scoot in closer for a little better tactile contact. She was an affectionate sort of person with those she was familiar with, and despite her light blush at their activities, she counted these two among those she would be comfortable with. After all, they had not been rough or hurtful with her. Passionate, yes, and she ached, but it was a pleasing ache.
She made a mumbling noise of contentment as R'lor scooted closer, flopping an arm lazily over his bared torso. Yes, warmth was good. "Mmm... better," she hummed, giggling a bit as she was graced with a bit of a kiss. Yes, such a sweet pair of males had she chosen. The hay itched terribly, but she was rather content, especially seeing that R'lor, at least, was not the least bit disturbed about it. "Sore now, though could be worse," she admitted, regretting that as soon as she moved one of her legs and let out a soft moan at the ache it aggravated in her belly and thighs. "Oww..."
She ignored the ache and flipped over to put her back to R'lor, snuggling back against him and giving Sk'ler a tired but satisfied look. "How about you?" she inquired, reaching out to stroke his arm. She dearly hoped that he was not upset; she did not want him to be in any sort of distress following their fun little activities. "I'm going to need a bath... I'm all sweaty after the second time. And sore. Hot bath sounds nice..." The second time had ben a little awkward in figuring out how to please them both at once, but she was well and truly sated... and tired. Bath, food, and sleep sounded good, albeit not necessarily in that order.
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Post by ravenmane on Jul 20, 2008 17:59:15 GMT -5
Sk’ler lay close to Fiona, his eyes closed as he tried to absorb what had happened. You Flew Yiminth’s and Raiyth’s. Triniath’s tone was sharp and short, but the BrownWeyrling could sense the Brown’s worry beneath the alien tone. They aren’t dangerous, Trin. I’m perfectly safe. Sk’ler tried to assure the Brown, but he was distracted by the gentle touch on his cheek. His eyes snapped open to see that it was R’lor’s dark-skinned hand. It would be very hard to forget the other male especially because of his unusual skin color. “Yes. Better because we can remember.” Sk’ler smiled faintly in response as he tried to ignore the annoyance travelling to him from Triniath. The Brown had been frightened that he had been unable to be with his rider, and now the dragon was quite aggravated. Come Back. Be patient, Trin. No. Sk’ler rolled his eyes at the Brown’s insistence. He had to be polite to Fiona and R’lor. Forget them. Triniath! Be nice.
A small smile graced Sk’ler’s features as Fiona flipped over to look at him. “I’m fine. Tired and sore like you two. Wish I could just stay put, bit Triniath is insisting that I come back right away.” Yes, come back. In a minute. His smile changed into a regretful one as the boy pulled away. He quickly pulled on his clothing before turning and smiling at R’lor and Fiona. “Maybe I’ll see you two around sometime.” Yeah, right. He probably wouldn’t see either one at all after this, but he was trying to be polite. As he turned away, Sk’ler whistled for his fire-lizards, and all three quickly found their perches. “Good-bye, Fiona, R’lor” I’m coming, Trin. Don’t worry. Good. The Weyrling didn’t look back as he walked away, feeling that it was better to forget then to remember what had happened. [Craptastic!]
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