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Post by cynath on Nov 13, 2007 20:53:35 GMT -5
V'rak stepped out of his riding boots as he crawled up on the bed right after her. The boots were warmer than his slippers. His lips found hers again, hungrily sucking at them his body over hers, balanced easily on hands and knees.
Be gentle, Bristith interrupted. Yes, that coming from a dragon.
This earned the bronze an autible groan from from his rider, which went right into Elisha's mouth. Quiet. Or I'll come rip out your claws! the Weyrleader threatened and was satisfied by the silence the dragon gave him.
[haha we get a "mature" rating! HEHHEE!]
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Post by brimstone81 on Nov 19, 2007 19:52:24 GMT -5
As might be suspected, clothes were ripped off, and passions ensued. Elisha was glad she had someone to love and to devote herself to. She only hoped her job wouldn't ruin things, though now they both knew what they were getting into before finally committing to eachother. Elisha took this as the official step to making themselves Weyrmates. And right before Adeloth's flight too, things couldn't be more perfect. But could things be what they appeared? Were the other bronzes going to let up on her now? Not that they knew she fully belonged to V'rak now.
-Fade Out, end thread-
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