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 Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 4:08 pm
Excitement and lust sent his blood roaring through his body, thrumming headily in his ears so loudly that one would think he'd not have been able to hear Inaari when she moaned his name; head against his shoulder. But he did hear it - a rather noticable shudder going through his big frame, arm tightening around her waist. The thread of control he'd been exerting over himself had frayed and nearly broke; it was a good thing that they were interrupted, not just by Ianath's frighted bugling, but also by Cavenath.
Cursing roundly when Inaari flew off his lap, T'ron scrambled after her - well, after Cavenath, really.
The big silver dragon might have been used to having his horny and lustful, but not like that! He made a sound less frightened than Ianath but similar and rose to his feet, tail lashing. 'Mine!? What's this? Stop doing that, your Cavenath needs you!." Worried and upset, he was a match to Ianath, eye color and posture. It wasn't until T'ron was at his side, pulling his head down and hugging it, telling him he was okay, it was all fine, that he started calming.
His chest was tight and he felt like a heel, even before Inaari said that Ianath was scared. Together, they'd managed to upset their dragons, their soulmates. He looked over at the freckled girl he'd very nearly just made love to and took a shuddery breath; he was still aroused physically, but it was fading in the wake of Cav and Ianath's fear. "I know...Cav too."
What could he do but nod, swallowing any bite of protest there might have been, when Inaari said they shouldn't be alone together anymore. "Glad you liked it...but hnn, yeah. I'm afraid you're right." He moved so he was able to offer a hand to Ianath (not the one that he'd had up Inaari's skirt, thank you). "I'm sorry we frightened you, Ianath." He'd already apologized to Cavenath and the silver was settling down again, his head craning over to be closer to the golden queen, chuffing and worried about her now that he was okay.
Ugh, that restriction...shard it! But obviously it was there for a reason, since both of the dragons - though no longer fresh from their shells - had been disturbed by it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 10:00 pm
Ianath was not at all pleased and had even withdrawn from Cavenath a bit to rail at her rider. Unacceptable! You know what is not allowed, that is not allowed! If Feynath finds out or Eirlyn finds out or anyone finds out everyone will know! You might not care, Inaarimine, but I care! Though she had settled and the real danger was gone, it was unmistakable that the dragon was furious with her rider and was not at all soothed by the girl that was trying to reach up and stroke her eye ridges soothingly. The large head raised out the teen's reach, and with all the emotions crowding up behind her, the teen simply sat back down on Ianath's back and burst into tears. 'Fine! I can't ever make a single mistake ever, even though I'm sorry. I'm not perfect, Ianath! Why did you want me if you didn't expect that?! The rumpled skirt was pressed to her face for a moment to still the tears before she sent a watery look T'ron's way.
"I'm sorry, she's still rather distraught and it leaks over. I promise I'm okay!" It was a lie, and probably everyone knew it. Inaari was abysmal at lying, she just wasn't built for it. Walking over she gave the big man a light kiss on the cheek before staring at the ground. "She's mad at me. I dunno what to do about it so...maybe you should go? I'll try and see you soon, but if she's really that upset...I can't upset her. I'm sorry. I...I didn't expect this." Fingers dragged through tousled hair, making it even more wild and the wiry girl looked so waifish and pathetic. "It'd go a long way if you didn't tell anyone though. She's afraid someone will find out we messed up...among other things." Unable to resist, she threw arms around T'ron for a hug, reassuring them both.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 9:51 pm
There wasn't much he could say or do at that point - they'd both pushed the boundaries of their restriction...and were now seeing the very good reasons that it was in place. Cavenath and Ianath were absolutely not able to handle that sort of emotional surge yet. T'ron fought to shove down the need for release that still set his muscles quivering.
"No, its. Alright. We shouldn't have--" He took another steadying breath, just as Inaari threw herself into his arms for a hug. "Don't worry 'Naari, shhh. I promise I'm not going to say anything...I don't want it getting out either. I'd be in just as much trouble." He cleared his throat and continued, "We'll just...keep ourselves in other people's company until the bans are lifted and they will be okay." He stroked her hair soothingly, concern beating out lust.
Here in his arms was his girl, the one he needed...and her dragon. They needed him, but not like that, not yet. He'd wait. They had to.
Cavenath was crooning at Ianath, his upset over the crazy flood of emotion not nearly as bad as hers, though he was distressed too. Ianath, it will be okay. Ours will not do this again! I will not let it. Be calm, my Sun - your Caveanth will protect you! Silly git, but he was absolutely enamoured with her - just not in any sort of breeding sense (which was fine then, but would be bothersome when she got proddy and needed to mate).
With the pairs still shaking from the experience but no longer absolutely panicking, they would separate. T'ron would take Cavenath out to bathe; thinking to lose himself in a tiring, menial task. If it didn't work, he'd go work with some of his glass (a neglected facet of his life currently). Whatever it took to cool down. He would also talk to L'tan - not about what had happened, but to see that his friend and maybe Bree...or anyone, really, would be around them always until the ban was lifted.
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