A Reluctant Participation (Part 1 of 2) (PG-17)

Writers: Avery
Date Posted: 13th December 2017

Characters: A'kades
Description: Onnyth's flight has a deep effect on A'kades.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 8 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Onnyth, Lenala
Part 1 of 2
Rating: PG-17

Onnyth Rose.

Volaith chased.

There was nothing A'kades could do to stop him.

A'kades didn't want Volaith to win. He couldn't bear to touch another
gold rider intimately. Not right now. Maybe not ever. Shards, he didn't
even want the bronze to win a green flight. A gold flight was
unthinkable. He knew that if Volaith won, then A'kades would have to
claim her rider on the flight cots. That was how it worked. But he
couldn't think of touching a gold rider right now. He'd been celibate
since River Bluff shattered and Lenala died and he intended to stay that
way for the foreseeable future.

It didn't matter to his bronze that his rider was still heart-sick over
the loss of Lenala. Volaith was a bronze in prime condition, and Onnyth
was a young gold in the grip of mating heat. Of course he would throw
himself after her. He would take to the sky and aim to claim her, to
father a clutch of eggs, to prove himself worthy at his new Weyr by
proving his virility to the local queens.

(If he missed Vilarth at all, if he even remembered his golden mate,
there was no trace of that sentimentality in the bronze's mind as he
watched Onnyth.)

In flights, the dragons decided, the riders complied. Even when they
didn't want to.

Volaith leapt after Onnyth, lust burning in him and driving his powerful
wingbeats as he chased after her, determined to win. A'kades stood at
the mating cots with all of the other riders. As his mind merged closer
to his bronze's and the flight dragged on, his reluctance faded. Soon he
was watching Teseada with hungry eyes, mirroring the way Volaith was
staring at Onnyth as she flew ahead of him, taunting, teasing.

Fortunately, Volaith lost. The bronze's anger and disappointment
radiated down the link between them. A'kades shook his head to clear it
as the link broke and he was no longer aloft on bronze wings, but on the
ground crowded by the other flight participants. He groaned and began to
stagger away.

There were flight moths surrounding the men, eagerly waiting women who
would love nothing more than for a bronzerider to sate his needs with
her. They were reaching out right now, crowding around the men and
making their willingness all too apparent. He could sate the leftover
effects from the flight with one of them with no guilt that he was
forcing himself on someone else. And there were lingering effects -
there always was a powerful need from goldflights, a nearly irresistible
one.

He tried to push his way through the crowd without being grabbed by
anyone. His skin was aflame with needs, his pants too tight and his body
aching for release. But tears pricked at his eyes and the idea of
touching one of them intimately made his heart ache. He gritted his
teeth, intending to get out of the suddenly-too-crowded cots and make
his way to his own weyr and a cold bath to shock it out of his system.

He was just through the crowd of bystanders when he heard his name. He
tried to go past but someone stepped in front of him and caught his
wrist. A woman, willowy, with dark hair. A woman saying his name in a
familiar, husky tone, pulling him closer to her. At the contact of her
skin against his, the need went from powerful to irresistible.

"I need you," he said.

"Yes," she agreed, retaining enough control to tug him over to an
unoccupied cot and pull the curtain closed behind them. Then she reached
up and kissed him.

A'kades pressed his lips to hers in a desperate kiss as the dam of his
self-control burst, any reluctance swamped by the overwhelming power of
the flightlust. His body desperately needed the relief, and here she
was, a pliant woman offering it to him. Her lips parted eagerly under
his. He began to strip off her clothing, desperate to feel her bare skin
against him, and noticed deft fingers working to help him free them both
from their clothes. He nearly shattered when her hand brushed against
his stiffness as she tugged down his pants.

When they were naked, she fell back onto the bed, and he followed her
down, straddling her and groaning at how soft and pliant she was against
his own firmness. He could feel her soft and wet, he ached to possess
her. His hands roamed over her body, his mouth seeking hers, and she
whimpered under him, arching her hips.

She whispered his name again, and her hands stroked up his back. "Claim
me," she whispered. "A'kades…"

He was undone at the way the dark-haired woman whispered his name,
tongue curling around the syllables. All reluctance faded away. His
hands roamed her body possessively, his mouth fastened on her neck to
claim it, and he drove into her with a grunt of desperation. After he
was sated, exhaustion claimed him, dragging him into the deepest sleep
he'd had in months.

~ * ~

When A'kades slowly drifted back to consciousness, it was with a sense
of profound lassitude mixed with a trace of apprehension. He felt a deep
sense of relaxation and ease, but also, perhaps paradoxically, wrung
out. He was twisted into an odd shape on an uncomfortable bed. Most
notable of all, he was pressed against another person's body. It was
something he hadn't done since River Bluff. Since…

It must have been a goldflight, he realized as his mind began to catch
up. He would have gone back to his weyr alone, if it had just been a
greenflight. He had that much self-mastery. But which gold had risen,
and what had resulted, he didn't know. With great hesitation, he reached
out with his mind to check on Volaith. He couldn't bear to have won…

Volaith was deeply asleep on his weyrledge, alone. So he hadn't won the
flight.

**Good.** He planned out his next steps. He would make his excuses to
the flight moth and then retreat back to his own weyr. There he'd wash
himself clean and resolve not to think about this any further. It was
just a flight and he could ignore it.

He opened his eyes, rolled over, and looked over to see who the other
person in the bed was. The female figure sprawled across the bed was
shapely and had dark hair cascading down her body. His mind immediately
seized on the improbable and he made a soft gasp. It couldn't be…

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