After A Candlemark (3 of 4) (PG-17)

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 18th November 2014

Characters: N'call, Ninaine
Description: Finally the two spend some quality time together.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 27 of Turn 7
Notes: Follows "One Candlemark"
Rating: PG-17

N'call

Ninaine

The touch brought a shudder of sharp pleasure that rocketed down her
spine. But she had little time to wonder about it as she surrendered
to his lips again. The simple compliment brought a surge of confidence
even as she was pulled upwards and led past the previously closed door
that led to his bed. The sight of the furs and the large bed cemented
in her that this was possibly the last chance to change her mind.
But, she was already half naked and her body was buzzing with the new
and unfamiliar desire he had sparked. She wavered for an instant, but
the ache of need won against hold mores in the internal battle and she
stepped towards the bed, each step more certain than the last. She
turned to look at N'call and slowly sat on the furs, scooted
backwards, then laid back, hair tumbling around her head and over her
shoulders.

He knew she was still unsteady and quite modest, so he pulled the
covers back just before she scooted onto the pillows. Turning the
glows to the wall, the ones he'd left uncovered in the sleeping room
at least. There was only a trickle of light from the other room when
he quickly removed his shirt and trousers and climbed in next to her.
"You alright?" He had to check again and again just to be sure. He
rolled next to her and propped his head up on his hand while the other
lay on the flat of her abdomen.

Now that the lights were off, she was a little more comfortable, but
the rustle of clothing and the dip in the weight of the bed made her
tense, just a little. He was _naked_. A clear memory flashed of N'call
in the baths, water dripping off his chest and his... She was suddenly
glad the lights were dimmed. Seeing him might have been just a little
too much for her to handle. As his hand lay on her stomach, she
quivered; it was warm and resting just above where the remainder of
her dress was tangled around her hips. "I'm okay." She licked her
lower lip and cautiously reached out, her hand finding the hard muscle
of his chest. She hesitated, then laid it flat against his skin,
fingers twitching at the unfamiliar feel of his skin. "You're very
warm."

"I've been told that before," he chuckled. "Comes in handy at
Dragonsfall." His hand slid up her torso to cup the firm globe of her
breast and his head dipped to take the dark point into his mouth.

Sweet Faranth, how could something that felt that good be bad? The
pull of his mouth on the sensitive area drew a gasping "oh" from her
lips. Her mother had been so wrong, she realized. It wasn't painful,
it felt exquisite. Ninaine arched her back, just a little, felt
herself relax even further and her curiosity spike. Her hand slid to
N'call's upper back, fingers splayed as she began to explore the firm
muscle of his shoulders and back. The heat of him, even the scent of
him, was warm and exciting, but even more, she felt that passion that
he had pulled out before bubbling beneath the surface, ready to break
out.

He smiled to himself then let his tongue play with the taut bud before
rubbing the other with his thumb. As her breathing deepened he rose
over her and nudged her knees apart then settled back to pay equal
attention to each of the firm mounds. His own passion was mounting and
he could feel the surge within him but this was for her and he was
determined to make it a wonderful experience. Perhaps more than once,
but that remained to be seen.

When he moved over her, she felt surrounded by his heat, but it wasn't
oppressive. But his mouth, sweet Faranth, his mouth and his hands
touching her... that was beginning to overwhelm her. Each touch of his
mouth and fingers send jolts of pleasure to the area between her
thighs. Her back arched even more, pressing her breasts even further
towards his mouth and hands. "N'call...so good..." Her hips
unconsciously rocked upwards, searching for something unknown that her
body was craving. Her breaths became faster and her hands lifted to
tangle in his hair as continuous husky moans began to erupt from her
mouth. "I need...I..N'call, please..." She squirmed, then jerked with
a shocked gasp, her body tensing as a sudden pleasure ripped through
her.

**Faranth yes!** N'call exalted as the orgasm took her in a storm of
sensation. He held perfectly still and smiled into the darkness.
**That's one.** He slid upwards to kiss and hold her while she
recovered. He told her over and over how beautiful and desirable she
was. He lay next to her and his hand slipped under the layer of fabric
at her waist. "Let's get this off you," he murmured.

~~~fade to black~~~

He collapsed on top of her for a moment and kissed the side of her
face before propping himself up on his elbows and looking down at her
with a smile. "You are incredible sweetheart," he said softly and
rolled to the side scooping her against him. Dark hair splayed
across his chest and he kissed the top of her head. He reached out to
pull the furs over them both to preserve the warmth. "I didn't hurt
you did I?"

Ninaine barely opened her eyes as she was re-positioned, Instead, her
limbs were like jelly and her mind was not wholly recovered from the
shock of the repeated jolts of pleasure he had given her. "Uhn?" She
tried to open her eyes, but they were still hazy and unfocused. She
felt warm and replete...satisfied beyond anything she had ever
experienced. There was a bit of unfocused wonder in her expression as
well. remaining even as slowly shook her head in response and
attempted to burrow closer to him and to his warmth.

He turned on his side and enfolded her in his arms. A smile curved his
lips as he drifted towards sleep.

}:See? Good touching:{ Haloth nuzzled the little green under his wing.

}: Very good. :{ Luneth was still humming as she felt Hers drift off
into a satiated slumber. She curled up tightly against the much larger
bronze with a satisfied sigh, her eyes whirling with the remnants of
the emotions from her rider. }: She needs good touching often. I like
it. :{ With that, she nuzzled Haloth and drifted off to sleep
herself.

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