The Trouble With Virgins

Writers: Yvonne, Heather
Date Posted: 30th March 2014

Characters: R'axe, Holder Father, Caralen
Description: R'axe takes a beautiful woman to bed with him after the Hatching Feast... Only... Sometimes things don't work out the way you plan
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 6, day 6 of Turn 7

R'axe

R'axe loved hatchings. Why? Because it was generally a bunch of tipsy
people ready to party and who were far less inhibited than usual. It
was always a great time to snatch up a delectable male or two to take
back to his Weyr, but tonight, R'axe had his eye on a different sort
of prey.

She was very eye catching with gloriously blonde hair that drew every
eye in the room. Her figure was mature, curvey you would even say, and
the tinge of red on her lips was enough to leave any man transfixed.
R'axe might have been partial to men, more than women, but tonight,
this little vixen had his _full_ attention.

"Did you come to watch someone Impress?" He asked, handing the pretty
thing a glass of wine that he had brought over.

"Oh!" Her eyes grew wide, and she accepted the glass a little shyly.
Their fingers brushed as he handed it over. "My cousin Stood, but she
didn't Impress."

"That's too bad." R'axe said with a sympathetic voice, not that he
really cared of course, "I knew that you must be visiting at the Weyr
because I would have been sure to remember someone as lovely as you."

A light, pinkish blush stained her cheeks, but she didn't turn away or
simper. "You're very kind, sir," she said.

R'axe took a generous drink from his glass of wine, barely taking time
to really savor it as he studied the beautiful blush across her
cheeks, "Nonsense, I am just truthful." He took up her free hand, and
pressed his lips to her knuckles, "And none of this "sir" business. I
am R'axe, and you are?"

"Caralen," she said, batting her eyelashes at him. A handsome
dragonrider, talking to her!? This could be a dream come true-- if
her father didn't show up to ruin everything. "And I'm very pleased to
meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, I am sure." R'axe smiled at her, a
perfected art that he knew made him look dashing, "Would you care to
dance, Caralen?"

"I'd like nothing more," she said. His smile made her feel all warm
inside, and a little reckless. Which felt good too. Caralen downed
half her wine in one gulp before accepting R'axe's hand and allowing
him to lead her into the dance.

R'axe set his glass aside and swept Caralen out onto the dance floor,
pressing her hips close to his with one hand as he guided them in a
gentle sway to the music. The flush of the woman's cheeks was telling,
and R'axe knew that she was putty in his hands. He didn't consider
himself a "womanizer" because what he did with women, and with men, he
made sure they enjoyed.

The bluerider reached up and tenderly stroked Caralen's hair behind
her ear, his lips going to her other, "Let's go to my weyr."

Caralen hesitated. This was what she wanted-- what she planned on
doing, but now that she was actually faced with the prospect of losing
her virginity to a dragonrider before being sold off for marriage, she
felt a little unsure. Her body wanted it. The way R'axe danced was
indecent and she'd expected her father to storm up any moment and tear
them apart, but he hadn't. If sex felt like the way he danced, she was
going to love it. But the right thing to do would be to walk away.

"I'd love to," she said instead, her breasts brushing his arm as she
leaned in close. He drew her like a magnet, and Faranth help her,
there was no way she would be able to turn back now.

R'axe hummed with pleasure, "Perfect." He wrapped an arm around her
trim waist and escorted her from the Dining Cavern. Blood was
thrumming through his veins in the anticipation of having Caralen.
R'axe's weyr was impeccably neat as they walked inside (after all, you
never know when you are going to have company... or a bed partner.)

Closing the door behind them and flicking the latch into place, R'axe
turned and tilted Caralen's face up to his own, "You are so beautiful,
Caralen." He said before kissing her, his lips silken against hers as
he ran a hand boldly down her waist.

She shivered and kissed him back, not quite knowing what she was doing
but doing it anyway. The wine, his touch and her own boldness made her
light headed.

R'axe smiled against her lips as he lifted her up in his arms and
brought her down onto his bed. He could taste her inexperience, but
R'axe had no doubt that she would never regret this moment. He was a
_great_ teacher.

*Fade to Black*

R'axe felt his body tingling, from the tips of his arms to the tips of
his toes as he came slowly down from the euphoric high. Shards, she
had been sweet. Even in his own pleasure, R'axe never forgot Caralen
as he stroked her hair away from her face, tucking it gently behind
her ears as he pressed his lips to her forehead, and rolled to his
side, pulling her against him as he did.

Caralen sighed happily and closed her eyes. This. This was everything
that she'd ever dreamed of. A little bit of happiness that she could
tuck away for the rest of her life, a memory of an attentive dragonman
to turn to if times got too grim. Sex had been wonderful, everything
she'd dreamed of. Sure it had hurt a little at first, but R'axe had
been so patient with her, so kind...

Muffled voices echoed from the corridor, getting closer. Caralen sat
up abruptly, clutching the sheets to her chest. She went pale. "Oh
no..."

All R'axe received was a bugling of warning from Jayth before a man
burst into the weyr, his eyes narrowed with rage, his cheeks flushed.
Cheeks and eyes that shared a very near resemblence to that of the
lovely girl in his bed. **Feck.** Was that her father? Or husband?

"Sir, I - "

R'axe was never given a chance to complete that sentence as a fist was
planted firmly into his face. The bluerider recoiled from the blow,
his hands grasping his face as he spilled out of the bed, naked, and
definitely not in his best mood.

"Don't you "Sir" me you inbred, man-loving, tunnelsnake!" The man
spat, his chest heaving.

**Ah, holders and their lovely insults.** R'axe thought as he looked
at the father. R'axe pinched the bridge of his bleeding nose. His
temper was pricked and only the fact that he was a dragonrider made
R'axe stand where he was rather than giving the man a taste of his own
medicne.

"Who do you think you are?" R'axe demanded.

"Her father!" The other shot back.

R'axe's eyes flickered between daughter and father, "Now do you want
to explain why you barged into my weyr and punched me in the face?"

The question nearly caused a vein to pop out on the holder's forehead,
"That's my fifteen Turn old, VIRGIN daughter you seduced into your
bed!"

**Fifteen.** For a moment R'axe was a little stunned by that
revelation and his eyes once again flickered over to girl. Even with
the sheet pressed against her he could remember the generously endowed
proportions of her body. **Only fifteen?!**

"Former virgin." R'axe corrected absent-mindedly.

The holder's mouth gaped open, "How DARE you gloat about _soiling_ my daughter!"

R'axe tensed, sure that the man was going to spring again with another
attack. Instead, the holder turned to Caralen and grabbed her by both
arms, his knuckles white, "How dare you ruin us this way!" He shouted
in her face as he gave her a shake.

Carlan began to cry. This was all going wrong. How had he even found
them? "H-he seduced me! I didn't know and then he brought me here and
I couldn't-- it's not my fault!"

R'axe's mouth fell open, "Now wait just a minute!" He would gladly
admit to being a scoundrel, but he had never forced anyone to do
anything!

Caralen's father whirled around, "I knew it! You drug my daughter into
your weyr and had your way with her! I'll go to the Weyrleaders about
this!" He pointed a stubby finger in R'axe's face.

"As far as I care you can take you and your daughter /between/! Your
lovely little Caralen was quite willing when she was moaning my name
and throwing herself all over me and -" R'axe ducked a swing from the
holder, "Sir, I think it's time you take your daughter out of my weyr
before you do something you will regret."

Carlan had slipped out from beneath her protective sheet and had
pulled her dress over her head. This had all gone so wrong. She'd
tried to take one good thing for herself, one good memory, something
selfish just for her-- just once. And it was ruined. Her life was
effectively over depending on what her father did. Either she'd be
taken home and shamed for the rest of her life, or exiled to the Weyr
and would never see her family again-- or anyone she knew, ever. Her
mother, her sisters, her baby brother-- she'd never see him grow up.
They'd be _gone_. And she'd still be garbage. Used and discarded
because she was selfish. The tears that streaked her cheeks betrayed
her terror, and carried the guilt of what she'd said to save her own
hide. It wasn't fair to R'axe, but it wasn't his entire life at stake.
By next week he'd have forgotten her.

She put her hand on her father's arm, gently tugging him toward the
door. "Daddy-- Daddy, let's just go."

"Please do!" R'axe said, his foul mood now evident against his
handsome features.

The father still growled and glowered, but he wrapped an arm around
his daughter and quickly ushered her out without a backwards glance.

R'axe sighed as the pair left and he went back to touching his nose,
"Dammit, he broke it." He looked around for his clothes. It wasn't the
first time he'd had it broken, and probably wouldn't be the last, but
he always liked to have the healers form it back into place so that it
was as straight as possible. **I'm swearing off women, Jayth. Only men
from here on out.**

}:Right.:{ the dragon snorted.

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