Terror and Desire {Kmarath's Flight}

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Robika gulped, finding everything was moving in slow motion. Kmarath was sleeping, her glow more intense than it had been before. The rider stood on the beach beside her, finding it difficult to keep her cool. Any moment, Kmarath would wake, and Fly up into the sky as Robika would be overtaken by humans, probably men with her luck. Hugging herself, her brown eyes flickered around. Maybe… Maybe she could take refuge in the jungle… Biting her lip, she felt Emanor at her shoulder, crooning. Was it encouragement to run, or encouragement to just go along with the Flight?

Well, either way, Kmarath was stirring. Finding herself a victim to her own motions, her legs spun her around, and she shot into the jungle as quickly as she could. Sure enough, that bugle was a challenge to the males. Spreading her glowing wings, Kmarath let out a blast to all the males. Let them Chase! Not even the best was worthy to touch her seafoam green hide! Charging to the Falls, it was clear that Kmarath was going to push herself off to get her Flight going. As the roar of the Falls came nearer, Kmarath daringly launched herself off of the cliff’s edge, triumphantly leaping into the air.

She let herself dive a bit, to gain a bit of momentum before proceeding with the Flight upwards. She let out another trumpet, telling the males to hurry, because she would not wait for them. It would be their loss, not hers. If they didn’t think they could catch her, then they weren’t. She wanted no doubters after her. Only the best dragon would be allowed to catch her, and if a dragon pitied himself by thinking himself not worthy, then it was disgusting. She needed confidence!

And confidence was not what Robika was showing. She had no sooner made it into the trees than she tripped, frightened by the bugle and by her own sheer lust. Trembling, she pulled herself along, and only just managed to get out of sight of the shore by the time she could no longer go on. No… she needed males! Growling, her desire clashed with her fear. Ripping her shirt open, a peculiar expression crossed her face, one of worry and shame and desire. She needed someone here, to Catch her… She needed Chasers, shard it! Stumbling as she tried righting herself, she tripped, a sharp rock cutting her bare chest just below the collar bone. She snarled, pulling herself up with the help of one of the large trees that grew around the Weyr. At that same time, Kmarath bugled, her last challenge before starting a sharp ascent.

[missa]

Tirea sat watching Hers, cautiously watching the woman pace, she'd been doing that alot lately, pacing, and grumbling. Walking back and forth, back and forth. Personally, both Gold and Blue had learnt to ignore her in moods like this. Especially with Tirea losing patience as she got more egg heavy.

Zadari shot Tirea a glance of pure annoyance as the Gold seemed to be watching her, alot seemed to be getting on her nerves lately, especially her flitt. She was learning to deal with the Gold's lack of patience, was learning to deal with her new temperment. The only problem was, Zadari still hadn't forgiven her for her flight.
"What are looking at?" She muttered darkly, earning a chirp of surprise from the Gold, causing Zadari to merely shake her head and turn away once more.

Of course, Sitath didn't blame His for the frequent bad moods, though he wished she'd forgive the Gold, she'd done nothing wrong. Whirling eyes were staring out over the Weyrledge, body relaxed. The day seemed so quiet, so peaceful, so nice... Tranquil, if Zadari were in a better mood, the Blue might even ask her to go down to the river...

A bugle split the silence, and Sitath's head came up quickly, he knew that bugle, he'd know that voice anywhere. Kmarath, his Kmarath. Snarling slightly, he managed to surprise Zadari with his sudden movement. Getting to his feet and preparing to leap off the Weyrledge.
I don't care if you don't want me too. I will not let Kmarath go without a fight. I allowed it once, I don't want to lose her again. With those words, Sitath raised his voice in a bugle to tell Kmarath he would join her Flight.

Leaping off, Sitath allowed his wings to stretch out, beating at the air with powerful strokes. He'd won her affection once, if she allowed it, he could do it again!
Sitath! You sharding... Oh whatever. The thought trailed off, Sitath ignoring the round of curses that followed it, before Zadari fell silent in his mind. Legs were tucked in close to his body, Sitath's eyes only on Kmarath, only for her. He would not give in, would not give up. Never. Kmarath meant more than that. Angling his body to follow her ascent, Sitath set his mind with determination. He would not give Kmarath up again without a fight.

Zadari's mind was furiously pulling away from Sitath, trying to keep her wits long enough to get to teh Flight Weyrs, at least. A heavy weight on her shoulder told her Tirea had landed there, looking tired, sending her images of Robika, and surroundings that weren't the Flight Rooms. Well, it saved her a bit of a walk, and had her going through the jungle, btu oh well. A soft word of praise for the Gold, before she took off. Tirea flying ahead to guide her.

She had to be getting tired, it wasn't like Tirea was exactly skinny anymore. She still pushed on though, and Zadari was almost ready to forgive her the moment she saw Robika. Kissing the Gold on the head, she let ehr go back to the Weyr, moving quickly closer.
"Robika?" Funny how the name still felt natural on her lips, still felt perfectly normal. Moving closer, Zadari resisted the urge to touch her shoulder, instead, merely moving into her line of sight.

[Requiem]

How high? High. A couple thousand feet? Maybe. Look, it might have been just a shadow. Do we really have to go investigate? You don't usually mention things like this if they're just a shadow. It wasn't a dragon, Mine. You yourself said you couldn't make it out. Yes, but I'd know if it was a dragon. How? We just do, Mine.

The argument broke off abruptly as Kmarath's bugle sounded on the quiet. F'lan shot a glare at Wrenth. No. It's Kmarath. I don't care. The deal was I can chase as long as you don't know Hers well. And you don't. No, Wrenth. I won't chase the ones I promised not to, but you can't stop me. The blue's wings swept out, nearly knocking F'lan over as Wrenth dropped from the ledge silently, his wings folding for momentum as he sped down the canyon before whipping out again just above the surface of the river. The dark form serpentined over the roaring waters, listening to Sitath's clarion call. It wasn't his way to announce his presence - never had been.

Left alone with his arms full of tack, F'lan flung the harness down with a sharp curse. You do this just to aggravate me! And so what if I do? In truth, this was the only way Wrenth knew how to force F'lan into some kind of interaction with other people - and therefore got a chance to spend some time with other dragons outside of wing drills - even if the bluerider couldn't remember much of that 'interaction.' One of these days, F'lan would let someone through again. Hopefully. Wrenth loved the man to death, but he couldn't spend all his time just with F'lan. It was enough to drive any dragon mad!

Besides, Kmarath was glorious cloaked in her Flight lust. How any male could resist was beyond him. Wrenth powered himself along, watching Sitath and Kmarath grow smaller and smaller above him, until he could no longer hold back. Then the blue angled upward, working to keep himself in their blind spot as long as possible. Surprise was always the best weapon. Surprise and speed. The dark streak rose steadily to join the other two in the skies. Would there be more? He relished the competition. It didn't matter if all the dragons on Pern chased Kmarath. He would be the one to win her. In the sublime confidence of the young male, he pressed harder to close the distance.

The bluerider was resisting the urges of his dragon as much as he could, taking the time to gather up the tack he'd thrown in his little fit and carefully putting it back in its place. His eyes cast around the stark weyr he kept. A man's weyr - meticulously clean and devoid of almost any personality. Almost. His eyes skirted the small box out of habit, and he turned, taking the steps stiffly. He could fight it all he wanted; eventually he'd end up in the same place everyone else did. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, F'lan slowly made his way toward the Flight rooms, taking his sweet time.

He had no idea Robika wasn't there, but then, he probably would have been relieved to know she wasn't. His mind was already half-fused to Wrenth's. And yes...much as he hated Flights...his pride in his blue would never allow him to wish that Wrenth would lose the Flight.

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Only two?! How disappointing, the green sneered. No matter. She would just make them work twice as hard for her! She wouldn't be letting them get off so easily. Trilling wickedly, it faded with the whistle of the wind as she ascended at a sharp angle. She fully intended to go higher than she had ever gone before. Even if got so high that these blues would be nothing but little specks against the ground, so be it. She wanted to just revel in the glory of Flight, this sleeping energy that had awoken out of Kmarath's lust. This was something these stupid males didn't have. They were merely acting out of instinct, but she... she could've been a glorious queen for all they knew! And she definitely knew that she was much to be desired. This euphoria and lust made for the perfect combination, giving her enough energy to go further than imagined...

This was most certainly the highest she'd been yet, she thought with a triumphant crow. Were those silly blues even keeping up? She doubted it! She was so high up that the air was thinning, making it harder to climb. It was here that she leveled out, pumping her wings furiously to keep herself up. Not daring to look behind her, she snorted sharply, letting them know that they weren't forgotten- barely. No, she was concentrating a lot more on the beauty of Flight more than her eager pursuers, but she hadn't necessarily forgotten about them. She would have to pick one or the other, but they had yet to influence her decision. Right now, they were just blues who believed themselves worthy. Oh, how far from the truth that was! They weren't even worthy to share her breathing space let alone mate with her! Well, one would have to do...

Robika whimpered. Someone was here... However, she didn't realize that she was ripping the shirt from her body. The fear was unrecognizable, and Robika was terrified of a phantom source. However, she was still under the influence of the Flight. Even as she murmured, "I can't, I can't," she threw her ripped shirt to the ground. Suddenly, she snarled, a feral beast beginning to consume the frightened greenrider. Growling at Robika, it was a beast's arousal that overwhelmed her. She was Kmarath, flying in the sky, this desire not human at all. This lasted a moment, when she spontaneously burst into tears. They were unexplained, for she hissed at Zadari once again through the tears. This mix of emotions could have been disturbing to watch, the anger, the lust, the fright, all in one quick moment. She was an animal.

[missa]

Wings beat in practiced motion, continuous, never ending motion. Great lengths stretched out, drinking in the sunshine as he followed Kmarath. Higher, higher into the skies. Pushing at the air, strengthing as he pushed himself into the ascent he was almost sure Kmarath had chosen as a challenge for himself and the other... Blue. Never before had Sitath thanked chance that he was on the medium to small scale for Blues, other wise this climb would have been even harder on wings that weren't aching before the flight. Well, they were certainly starting to ache around the joints, but that minor discomfort didn't matter, wouldn't, couldn't matter. Not when his lovely Kmarath was at stake.

All he wanted in that moment was right infront of him, with a glowing seafoam hide that dazzled. A bewitching jewelled gaze that captured and held any that dared to capture her gaze. At that moment, caught up in the feeling of the flight, Sitath would have followed her anywhere, flown as long as she did, would gladly follow the path the dazzling Kmarath was froging in the skies. Relieved as he was when things straightened out, Sitath let out a trilling croon, enjoying the feeling of the thinning air against his hide, oh how good it felt to fly again, to chase once more. Had she flown this high before? A dragons short memory demanded he say he couldn't recall, but Sitath was almost certain it wasn't true, that she had merely tested them closer to the ground. Ah but where was teh sport in that? Higher, faster...

Zadari could honestly say she wasn't sure how to react, she could let herself oin with Sitath in the skies, or she could try and refrain from doing so... Though the latter appeared to be the better one, Sitath's mind tugged at hers and she almost gratefully sunk into it, different images, her own, Sitath's. Reaching our a hand in a comforting motion before pulling it back. One must never touch until allowed. Bad Zadari! Watching Robika cautiously, Zadari could honestly say that the tears almost went unnoticed. The Zadari part of her mind craving to hold Robika close, cradle her, soothe her fears and make everything better. While Sitath only wanted to fly, to chase the glowing Kmarath. His lovely, glowing Kmarath.

She'd been hissed at, blinking in surprise, Zadari's eyes focused on Robika's soft features. Why had Kmarath/Robika hissed at her? She didn't understand. Taking a step back to replace the one she'd taken forward, confusion flickering across her features. She didn't understand, couldn't understand why her lovely Robika was crying, and hissing at her. Why she was scared, angry, didn't understand why she couldn't help when she wanted nothing more than to be able to..

[Requiem]

Wrenth's wings sliced through the air, the dark blue ascending into a steep vertical climb. Larger than the other two in this little drama, he still wasn't anywhere close to as slow as a brown. What Sitath had on him in speed he could make up for in sheer maneuverability. Yes, there was definitely an upside to F'lan's obsession with endless training. Again, Wrenth played the silent chaser. He was not the sort to growl at his rivals or croon at the glorious jewel that sought to put him to shame. She was ravishing. Perfect. But, in the end, this was all for the thrill of the chase, not out of devotion to the green whom he pursued, even though they were clutchmates; Wrenth hadn't had much to do with Kmarath for turns.

Wrenth angled his body, still pumping his wings for all he was worth. With a sudden twist of his torso, he sped up just in front of her nose, almost close enough to touch, torquing his body so as to level out a dozen feet or so above her. His lungs labored in the thin air, but he was a fighting dragon, as almost none of the other dragons at Selenitas were. His training was far more extensive, even without F'lan's influence. The blue pushed himself just a little higher. Altitude was always an advantage in these things. He spared Sitath a bare corner of his attention - just enough to note the other male's moves so that he might guess at Kmarath's reactions and increase his chances of catching her.

F'lan was easing into the Flightlust, not fighting it as he usually did. It was far better just to let it take you where it would, after all, as there was no way to escape it in the end. His feet naturally directed him toward Robika without him really noticing this wasn't the direction he should be headed. He was up in the sky with Wrenth. Feeling the strength of the blue's wings. The painful breaths as the oxygen-deprived air worked in his lungs. The burning lust and competitive drive that compelled him forward, closer, driving her forward and biding his time for the opportunity that was sure to come.

He came upon the two women not long after, not really seeing them, but seeing Sitath-in-Zadari and Kmarath-in-Robika. F'lan watched the run of emotions in this bestial human with something akin to curiosity. They were odd. Nothing more. He desired this gorgeous, primal creature. That, in the end, was all, though. None of the softer feelings penetrated F'lan. Just as they wouldn't have had his mind not been part of Wrenth's at this moment.

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Kmarath switched to mostly gliding in the thin air, though it became a bumpy course with the thermal too far off to her side. She would pump her wings, and glide weirdly by sinking as she did so, then pump her wings again to pick her back up. Not the smoothest route for a Flight, but it would work for her. The downside was that it would make her movements predictable, making her easy to catch. Then again, she certainly had other tricks up her sleeve. She wouldn't be in predictable motions for long. She was a wild beast who could never be conquered, and if this stupid males thought they were above her, they would crash and burn. Risking a peek at the two blues, she hissed at Wrenth. Who did he think he was, trying to fly faster and higher than she?! She was the female! She was the better one of all of them! Stupid blue. Snarling at him, she forced her wings to take her quicker, determined to make Wrenth fall back behind. And then there was Sitath, who wasn't doing much better. He was conservatively lurking behind her, the traditional course of blues. Was there no daring coming from him? Nothing wild to attract her attention?

Tilting a wing, she let herself drop to the side, spiraling downwards face-first, the air becoming gradually thicker. She bugled in glory. This was where she was meant to be! Not chained to these stupid animals that thought they were worthy of claiming her! She was a radiant beast, one that would keep them Chasing her vainly till the end of time. To them, she was the sun, not just some random parasite in the sky. They should be willing to do everything in their power to be able to get her. Positive they would Chase her to the Red Star if she so wanted, she flicked her tail with wicked flirtations. To be this wanted... She had been suppressing these feelings for her rider. And now, not even her rider could stop these powerful feelings from exploding through the sky. She was going to get what she wanted, but right now, what she wanted wasn't even worth her beautiful presence. Not that they ever would. But who would be better of the two?

Two lovely, handsome blues. They would have fierce competition to each other now. At the moment, she couldn't even distinguish one from the other, destroying any bias she would have towards one. It was all equal. Right now, though, they both were irritating her. They had yet to prove themselves the best. She had seen no convincing arguments or displays that attracted her to either. They would have hard work to do yet, else they very well may find themselves Chasing her to the Red Star.

Robika was rapidly disintegrating into the feral beast, from the intense mixture of emotions when only lust should be the dominant. Snarling at Zadari-Sitath and F'lan-Wrenth, she backed away from them, no humanity left in her normally warm brown eyes. If they were just a bit darker, one very well could have said she was a wild woman. The emotions too brutal for her to deal with, she growled at the two as her breathing became labored with emotion. Her face contorting to that of one in pain, she brought her fingernails against the skin of her chest, scratching it with even more bestial ferocity. Blood beginning to well up a little, she didn't even seem to notice the pain, only the need to let out these frightening emotions.

[missa]

Of course, Sitath’s first reaction as Wrenth flew above Kmarath, was a hiss. How dare he use tricks and ploys to try and win His Kmarath? Wings beat at the air as she seemed to settled into a pattern, the blue watching her glide with calculating eyes. If she remained in that gliding pattern too long, one of them would be able to get around to catch her, though Sitath wasn’t sure he could twist that much. A few tricks he could do for her, but that was the extent. His wasn’t obsessed with training, didn’t force Sitath to do any better than what he knew was his best…

The best he would do, for Kmarath deserved nothing less than the best, his best. She was glorious, magnificent, gorgeous, a glowing jewel in the sky. She deserved everything he had to give and more, so much more than any dragon could give. Love, strength, tenderness, protectiveness, everything and anything she asked for. She deserved it all. Could he give it to her though? Could Sitath give her everything she deserved? He’d certainly try, but as His said, there was a big difference between trying, and doing so.

She suddenly tipped a wing and spirralled down, and Sitath bent his body to follow her, he growled at the other blue. Though he wasn't going to spend precious energy on preforming tricks for Kmarath, if it came down to that, he'd just have to wouldn't he? Just have to do something to catch her attention, lovely Kmarath's attention. Her tail flicked at them and he crooned deep in his throat, wanting her attention.. Normally, Sitath wasn't one for much attention but when it was the lovely, flirting, corageous and beautiful green infront of him.. Well, matters were changed.

It was an instinctive reaction, to take that step forward, hands reaching out as Robika scratched herself, only to pull away, hating that she couldn't do anything to help Robika. Her Robika, she desperately missed her, and not just the happy, loving Robika, she missed even the sad, unhappy Robika. It was still Robika, and no matter what happened, Zadari had loved her. Probably still did... As Sitath hissed at Wrenth, Zadari turned her head to hiss at F'lan, as though this alone would keep him away from her Robika.

[Requiem]

The lust pulled at him, casting the glowing, nubile green in a divine light. For this moment in time, she was the immortal nymph of unsurpassable beauty, the ultimate embodiment of sensuality and aesthetic beauty, and he the man who dared to chase her and claim her for his own, so long as a god didn't come along to transform her into a tree. Okay, so he was forever tainted by F'lan's interest in the old myths. Though he remembered her vaguely from the turn they'd spent as weyrlings - she was, after all, a clutchmate of his - Wrenth was not familiar with this older Kmarath. It didn't matter, though. His only goal was the glowing green that darted before him. Though she moved slowly on the air, he did not take the bait, expecting a trick. His nymph was a wily, devious one. But he would claim her.

Though a noble beast, the blue was not like those odd dragons who managed to overcome their bestial nature and aligned themselves with just one mate. He found it incomprehensible. His mind, at this moment, held only Kmarath, but some part of him knew that if a different green rose tomorrow, he would chase her with the same singlemindedness. It was his nature. More, it was a dragon's nature, the nature of the male who must chase after the female in heat, and though, intellectually, he might not truly want it, the hormones and the code imbedded in his genes dictated he must.

She plunged. Sitath followed. Wrenth waited a little longer. Having taken the other blue's measure, he was confident that this other wasn't likely to catch Kmarath until she began to slow. Wrenth, too, would have trouble keeping up with her speed. He did, however, have the advantage at this point. He'd be on equal footing with the other blue once she began to flag, and Wrenth was all for making his play when the odds were to his advantage. If that tired him out quicker, then so be it. Now. Kmarath's silent chaser folded his wings, plunging headlong into a dive well behind the green and his rival. Of course he'd noted Sitath's hiss, but Sitath was negligent. His only focus was Kmarath. The female would have to pull out before she hit the ground. Sitath, too, would have to adjust, and his greater mass would carry him past her, closer to the earth. Wrenth's position allowed him to maintain much of his momentum, while the two others would be fighting gravity to keep from crashing.

Though lust-driven, Wrenth was, first and foremost, a fighting dragon. He never made a move that wasn't strategic.

Beautiful in her primality, F'lan's eyes narrowed, though he kept his distance. A snarl curled his upper lip. The part of him that remained human, small though it was, knew he could not touch her yet, though he wanted to reach for her, to draw her to him and silence her growls. A sound of yearning nestled in the back of his throat. And, just like Wrenth, he ignored Zadari's hiss. She was of no consequence to him. Silly creature. He bared his teeth, barely in control of himself. And something in the man, shard it all, revelled in that freedom.

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A green arrow, chased by arrows of blue-- that was how Kmarath felt, twisted and turning in the sky, chased by two beings that needed her. It was exhilarating, being this wanted by other. Fortunately for her, her wings were beginning to ache. Nevertheless, she would draw it out before letting one of the males celebrate in this feeling with her. That would only be once she decided who Flew the hardest, the strongest, one who could be worthy of being with her... Chancing a look back at them as she descended, she trumpeted. One blue had followed, but the other hadn't. How peculiar. As she neared the ground, she pulled herself up violently, speeding up to the sky again, as predicted. However, she had been feeling so high and mighty that she had forgotten to take into consideration the fact that yes, a blue was up in the sky. Closing all the lids of her eyes as the cold air lashed at them in unrelenting fury, she didn't let it distract her from the task at hand. She'd straighten out soon, just a few dragonlengths higher...

Smack. Crashing into Wrenth, Kmarath roared out her alarm, her glowing limbs fumbling to latch onto him. She didn't want to lose her balance and fail, and how would she be able to gain speed after this sort of crash? No- might as well end it where it was at. They both had flown well, so it was just a twist of fate on who actually won. Pure luck. Crooning to the blue that caught her, she twined her tail with his, pure need replacing the need to Fly. Had she been in her right mind, she might have felt guilty for not choosing Sitath, or making her rider go through this. But right now, she just had a need to fill, with personal feelings shoved into a corner in the back of her mind.

Robika, too, had need. Snarling at Zadari, the woman was closer to her than F'lan was. With a stronger grip than what Robika would normally have dared, she pulled Zadari to her lips, savage and hungry, lusty and needy. Though her chest bled in messy patches, she pressed it against Zadari, literally ripping the top off of her and throwing her down to the jungle's moist ground. F'lan? He might as well not exist... unless he would happen to get closer. Then he might find himself doing more than simply existing. To Robika, her mind was in a blank save for the vicious lust she felt. She wouldn't reject anything at this rate. Just grab whatever was close by and completely savage it.

[missa]

Things were beginning to get hard, not only were all these twists and turns, diving then ascending making his wings and back ache, Sitath was not an extremely agile dragon. He knew that, more average than some, but there was only so much he could do. Everything cried out, screaming to give up, and only pure determination pushed him onwards.

Kmarath, in this moment, meant everything. She was Rukbat, she was the stars, she was his world. Even when she wasn't glowing with flight lust, it was the same, she was everything, and Herfs was everything to His. He couldn't give up, not for anyone or anything, Kmarath was his...

Or... Maybe not.
Kmarath collided with Wrenth, Sitath wincing in sympathy - although it was for the green, he wouldn't care less if the blue was hurt - and letting our an angry growl. He knew she'd been won, that Kmarath may not have exactly chosen, but she'd been caught none the less. He'd failed, but he wasn't going to give up, no, just because he couldn't catch her in Flight, he'd show her he was devoted. Yes, that was the thing to do. Planning to go sulk to his rider, Sitath was just as shocked as Zadari when Robika practically threw herself at his rider.

Sitath had lost, Zadari had moved to take a step back, every muscle protesting it, screaming she should be staying. Thoughts were interuppted as lips touched hers, more forcefully than what was normal for Robika, yet, Zadari wasn't going to complain. Or resist. The fact that F'lan had truely won was of no never mind to her, she was holding Robika, that was all that mattered. All that could matter.

(It's crap for how long it took ><

[Requiem]

He was plunging headlong toward her. Wrenth had known she'd have to come out of her dive, but he hadn't expected her to go through the sudden ascent that was bringing her closer to him with every heartbeat. The blue adjusted his path, marvelling at how she must not see him. Or maybe she had chosen him after all? No. It soon became clear that she hadn't, Wrenth angling his body to reduce the jarring of the impact, his forelimbs latching onto her with his customary precision. Twining around her, the blue made the first sound since entering the flight. A soft, reverent croon. The nymph...was his.

Lust surged through his body, F'lan groaning with the pain of it all. He was no more aware of himself than a newborn first exiting the womb. It just burned, a throbbing pain between his legs and a heat flooding all his limbs. Worse, Wrenth's consummation had him reeling. He didn't notice Robika kissing Zadari. He didn't care. F'lan simply needed release. Now. Pressing himself to the nearest of the two women - he had no idea which one and hardly would have cared if he did - his teeth latched onto her ear, nipping it sharply for neglecting him. Then, whining, he licked the area he'd bitten, his hands roaming.

The F'lan in his right mind would have been scandalized...