Author: Dorian, Posted: Mon May 1, 2017 2:04 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

He brought the flask up to his lips and drank down the rest of it. It would need refilled soon so that the process had a chance to complete by tomorrow, but in the dead zone even a deity’s gifts bore no fruit. Kuval stood and he looked over at him, slowly arching an eyebrow from how he put that: worth exploring. It was hard to tell with this one if he was being straightforward or if there was some hidden meaning. Worth exploring. The words stuck with him and for once he was too taken aback to say anything in response.

Instead he watched him quietly as he went to the wash room, shaking his head in answer: no he didn’t care. It should have hit him before now that he’d want to sleep there in the water. Not that he would have shared a sleeping space with him, much too intimate even in innocence, but still. So now was when he had to make his decision: rest and leave after a good few hours of sleep; or head out now and hopefully outrun the dead zone? That was hardly a choice. He moved from the bed and gathered up his things, placing all of them carefully and in a certain order into his pack. Now came the clothes.

He wrinkled his nose down at them, covered in blood and pleasure. They wouldn’t be comfortable and he longed for his home on the beach, but there would be some time before he was back. It would take a great deal of travel to get back to Canelux alone, much less Egjora. How long had it been since he’d gone there anyhow? On foot? If gates weren’t so draining to set up then he’d use them more often. Food for thought for another day.

He pulled his dirty clothes on and was comforted more by that than having been so clean. His hair was still annoying though, but that would take time, even he couldn’t deny that it was less itchy from the dryness of the air now that it was clean. When he was finished he pulled his pack onto his back, but his eyes went to the wash room where he knew Kuval was resting. After a few minutes of debating with himself, he decided to take up the quill and parchment left in the room for guests and wrote down a single word: Egjora.

Kuval wanted to explore, well this would definitely give him a great amount to discover should he make the travel to the small island. Let’s see how far this takes us… Temperance was smirking in his mind’s eye and he quirked an eyebrow at its challenge. So far the cards had never steered him wrong, but this time he was stubbornly trying to prove that damned pull wrong. Even now he still wasn’t sure which of them was which in the depiction.

He gripped the door handle and looked to the wash room one more time before pulling the door opened. If nothing else his wards would wear off in a day’s time even though he couldn’t properly remove them now with the dead zone floating about. As he walked down the steps of the inn he rested down the ending payment of his night’s stay on the counter. The keep nodded to him, her eyes lingering on the bite marks at his shoulders, similar, but not the same. And he smiled.

Author: oddender, Posted: Mon May 1, 2017 1:13 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Wincing at the analogy, Kuval tried to imagine what it felt like to lose a limb… and the thought almost made him laugh because the realization washed over him quickly. He did lose a limb. Despite being given new ones, no matter where he went he wasn’t on firm footing. He’d never be as strong on legs as he was in the water and he knew that, knew what it felt like.

And though he coped fine with it, he knew how stressful it could be. Dorian, like he, was left without his most useful appendage. He could understand that, almost completely. Almost. He doubted the witch would see it the same way, so he didn’t say it out loud.

For a moment, he wondered if the dead zone did anything to him. Were any of his talents reliant on magick? Some of his people would say so, but others claimed it to be in their blood. He could tell, right now, something that had merely been pondered for years back home… but he didn’t have access to half of the things he would need to test it. What a waste.

His attention was brought back to the smirk and he found himself enticed by it again. Though they were at a distance, Kuval had to admit he liked it when Dorian was above him. He couldn’t say why, especially since he’d definitely liked being over him, but he was incredibly curious to know what it would feel like to be taken by the witch on his terms.

“Yes,” he managed, keeping his tone calm despite the stirring that formed at the idea, “Should it happen…”

With that, he pushed up onto his feet and stood there almost awkwardly before speaking again, “You’re very interesting, Dorian. I hope we do meet again after tonight. You’re definitely worth exploring.

“Thanks again for letting me stay here tonight,” he continued, turning away from him and moving into the bathroom. He began the similar process of turning on the water, not bothering with the heat. He still didn’t quite understand the appeal of hot water. “If it’s alright with you, I’ll probably sleep in here. Do you care?”

Carefully, Kuval stepped into the tub and sat down there. He crossed his legs as much as he could in the tub and let his head hang as the water rushed over his body. Slowly the muscles in his body began to completely relax… The travels would have been enough to make him tired, even without the fight and the sex.

Yes, sleep needed to come soon too.

Author: Dorian, Posted: Mon May 1, 2017 12:54 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Just wanted to see it. He couldn’t recall a time he’d ever had such an innocent motivation. Now that he thought about it, had he ever? Life for him was usually one of survival and an impossible goal of satisfaction. If there weren’t so many other people crawling on the continents then he might have been more willing to go out into the world for the sake of doing so. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. “Then let’s hope you never come to realize how dreadfully dull the surface world is.” Foreign or not, he doubted he’d ever understand the appeal of this place.

He searched his eyes, mulling over his question. While he was delightful in bed, so to speak, and came from the ocean, magick wasn’t something he normally discussed with others. Not when it was pertaining to things of this magnitude, “Nothing you need to worry about. This place offers things that no other can…” His eyes narrowed in thought before casting them forward to look on at nothing in particular. “Having my magick gone is likened to that of losing a limb. To be honest I don’t normally fall prey to them, fate had other plans I guess.” He sighed, pushing his hair back. It was too soft, too light from having been cleaned, and he swiftly tied it up in a messy bun in hopes of not noticing it so much.

“They travel, dead zones, drifting like deadly invisible clouds.” The words were nearly spat. Had the tree not been ripped down centuries prior then this plague would never have come into existence. He shook his head, not wanting to dwell on things he knew he couldn’t fix. Even with two deities in Parvpora it seemed as if things would remain the same. Useless beings that they were.

He smirked, a low chuckle forming in his throat as he looked back over at him. It was torturous to look at him, covered in his blood, hair still messed from the grip of his fingers-some strands tinted red- and not be able to take him. “Which is good to know because I’m sure should that meeting come, my magick will be there and I don’t often give a choice when it comes to roughness.” That card flashed in his thoughts once more and his smirk faltered. “Should it happen…” He repeated quietly to himself before hunching forward and lifting up his flask from the floor.

Author: oddender, Posted: Mon May 1, 2017 12:35 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

“Honestly, I just wanted to see it,” Kuval answered truthfully. His sense of adventure never seemed to dwindle away, no matter how many places he saw or people he met. If there had been uncharted parts of the map in his possession, he knew he’d have wanted to go to those first. Some days he simple flicked his fingers at the map and went where the water droplets told him to.

With a shrug, he continued, “It’s just in my nature. I’m not usually still for long. I’d like to see it all before I die or, baring the possibility of that, everything I possibly can.”

He stretched his legs out in front of him, leaning back more against the wall. With one hand, he pushed the hair back from his face and tucked it behind his ear. A red tint lingered there and he wondered if it would stain his hair this time. It’d happened once before, leaving him with copper strands. He’d be washing sooner this time, at least.

As the sounds of water faded away, he just barely tilted his head to be heard easier still without speaking as loudly, “What about you? Why are you out here? You have to hate having your magick pulled away.”

You didn’t have to be a genius to know how much he hated it, so why the risk? There must have been something here that he wanted, something important enough to almost die for. As the witch moved into the room again, Kuval tried to figure out what it might be. He’d never guess, of course. He had no idea what lingered in the man’s mind, but to try was simply second nature.

As Dorian took up his place on the edge of the bed, Kuval couldn’t help but look at him again. Whatever happened from here, he was glad for what happened… It was a gift. A very strange, very primal, somewhat gorey gift that he was grateful for. He smiled a bit at the witch, one of happiness and satisfaction.

Catching the glint in the man’s eye didn’t help with that smile. Truth be told, he would have gone again now if he could have. Curiosity led him to wonder about other was, other feelings that he didn’t get this time around. Simply, he spoke, “You know, if we did meet again… I don’t mind not being gentle.”

Author: Dorian, Posted: Mon May 1, 2017 12:15 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

There was an obviously used bar of soap in a dish at the corner of the shower and he bent, picking it up. It was slick and he wrinkled his nose at the idea of getting his hair too clean. His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the other speak. “Such a pity…” To think that their kind weren’t as primal with lust as he had just been now, it was disappointing to say the least. As lovely to look at as Kuval was in both forms, he shuddered to imagine another sexual experience with him were it to be more akin to his nature after the acts.

He worked the soap into a lather between his palms and quickly ran the suds over his body in all spaces he could reach. His fingers gently pushed into himself, jaw locking as he cleaned that area. With the dead zone still in effect he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to remain here the entirety of the night. It might be best to continue on to his next destination, especially since he had just enough of Angela’s tonic left to stay safe. His fingers worked through his hair, breathing in sharply from the knots there,

“W-What are you even doing here in Kurayo? Not that I claim to know you, but yours is not the first face that comes to mind when I think of this city.” Clumps of tangles pulled free and he watched as they along with dirty and blood circled down the drain. It was odd, sickening, to be so close to water but feel no pull towards it. The longer he stewed here, the more his answer became apparent that he had to leave as soon as possible. At least he’d been able to get what he’d come for, and then some. He smirked briefly and rested the bar of soap back into the dish when he was sufficiently cleaned.

His hands moved to the handles and twisted the water off. A scratchy towel was half hanging out of a small shelf at the wall and he took it, rubbing it through his too clean hair and over his body. When he looked at himself in the mirror he could no longer see the vampiric bites from earlier in the evening. Kuval’s, however, were still prominent against his tanned skin. They were closed enough to be safe, but he knew well that they’d leave scars. Oddly enough he wasn’t upset about it and ran the tips of his fingers over the now clean skin before dropping the towel over the length of the sink.

His skin, while still damp, was still more dry than he would want to force with a towel, and his hair was disturbingly clean and soft against his shoulders and back as he walked back into the bedroom. His muscles were spent and he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward against his knees as he moved a hand up to gently scratch along his scalp. He looked over at Kuval, still outlined in blood and sweat and felt a familiar dip in his stomach.

Author: oddender, Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 11:38 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

“Oh…” Kuval replied, trying to take in his words about the act being gentle. That was the word he used, gentle. He couldn’t imagine something so primal being done in a soft manner and the disappointment was there in his tone as he repeated the word, “Gentle…”

Turning onto his hands and knees, he moved over to the edge of the washroom and rested his back against the door frame, looking out at the now empty seeming room. So much pleasure had just taken place here, the marks of it were still around the space. Blood, mostly. Nail marks in the floor, in the baseboards. His own skin was tough, but he remembered what Dorian had said about humans’ and he’d practically tried to make the man one with the floor boards.

I’ll break them in two, he thought to himself, Especially little ladies.

But even as he thought it, he realized he didn’t have much interest in them to begin with. It really hadn’t been much different for him before, when he’d been looking at romance with the rest of his kind. He’d always been drawn to the other males, so he felt he shouldn’t be surprised that the same was true on land as well.

Leaning more against the wall, he began to notice all wounds on his own skin. He definitely needed to clean. The salt of the ocean wasn’t there to help do it for him. He’d used showers in other inns before and as he listened to the sounds of Dorian washing himself, he knew that he’d want to be next. It sounded heavenly, despite the heat that was starting to wash out of the room.

At the last statement though, he couldn’t help but laugh. The sound of it was hearty and honest in its amusement, rolling into his surprised words, “I-It’s nothing like that. Nothing at all, sadly. I mean, it’s fun and all. And it feels good, but it’s nothing like that. That was… that was something.

“If you liked that, you wouldn’t like what we do. It’d be way too gentle for you and that’s an understatement.”

Author: Dorian, Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 11:24 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

It felt like an eternity between telling him to move and him actually doing so. He was careful not to look at him until he’d shifted. His lips pressed into a tight line to hold back a sound when he moved his hips back, but then he was immediately up on his feet. That vulnerability was so aggravating it almost cancelled out the pleasure of the previous actions. Almost. His hands scratched quickly through his hair, pulling at some of the tangle as he all but glared down at this grinning man. “Hear a heartbeat? Well I’m glad you’ve now satisfied the curiosity.” There was a cut to his words, but he moved from the bedroom back to the sink in the bathroom. The candle there had burned down half way, and he quickly turned on the water.

His eyes lifted to his reflection and again he looked away from himself. The marks were still dormant and even if it was unable to be noticed by others, he could see the fear in his eyes. He hated it, hated that he’d made him feel like that in the first place. “No.” he answered him, turning off the spigot and walking to the shower to start water there instead, “It’s hardly ever like that, in the broad sense of the action at least.” He touched under the stream of water, easing as it gradually got hotter,

“Most prefer it gentle. Well, gentle in comparison. It’s irritating in my personal opinion…to be so gentle and soft with hardly so much as a grip.” Not that the people he engaged with had much choice in the matter when it came to a soft touch: he took it however way he wanted it given his mood at the moment. “So I wouldn’t go around biting into people like that or you’ll be met with violence rather than moans.” He breathed out harshly, trying to expel the last of his irritation. Water was helping, and he moved over the small lip of the standing shower’s edge and stepped under the heat. A quick wince sounded against the tiles from such warmth going over fresh marks. Angela’s tonic could only heal so far now that it had moved through his system.

“I’m not sure how you perform such acts where you come from, but here you would do well to clean yourself afterwards.” Far be it from him to know how his body would react since he wasn’t really human, just appeared to be one. His eyes slowly closed, calming more as warmth overtook him, and his hands slid up along his stomach. One paused there to get away his own remnants of pleasure, while the other trailed up to one of the still fresh bites. It was tender and he was tempted to press his fingers in.

Author: oddender, Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 11:06 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

The drum seemed to grow stronger, louder, against his ear. Kuval’s brow furrowed as he tried to piece together why such a thing would happen, after the act was finished. He could tell he was making the witch uncomfortable, his shifting alone said that, but this felt like more than just that. There was anger, for sure, but he thought…

No matter, he told himself, lifting his head up again, If he’s done with me, I should get off him.

With a resigned sigh, he shifted up more and removed his hands from their shackling position. As he pulled his hips back, he couldn’t help the part of his lips. The sensation was something he felt he’d never grow accustomed too.

Finally he pushed back completely and left the witch to move any way he pleased, taking up his own place with legs crossed on the floor and body slumped in near exhaustion. It had taken a lot out of him, truth be told. He knew physical exertion easily, but a new exercise still brought out new levels of ache.

He looked over at Dorian then, smiling just a little as he took hold of his own ankles, and spoke up, “Sorry. I’ve never been close enough to hear one before. Not like that anyways.”

Kuval thought about the times he’d felt it before, but they were never in close to this context. It was never gentle or without fear. Nearly every human he’d ever touched, he realized, had been afraid of him… Which only made logical sense, he knew, but he still found it oddly frustrating.

“Is it always like that?” He finally asked, allowing the first of many questions to come to his head, “I didn’t think humans liked to bleed.”

Author: Dorian, Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 10:50 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

He wasn’t letting him go, why wasn’t he letting him go? They’d both felt pleasure, why was he still touching him and trying to keep him here? Did he simply not realize that there was going to be some time before there could be a repetition? That had to be it. The way he was looking at him was the only thing that made him think otherwise. Suddenly he felt like one of the many creatures he kept for specific use: a thing, not a person. He didn’t like it, as hypocritical as it was to admit it, but he’d never claimed to be a particularly fair individual.

As he was inspected, he tried to follow his gaze whenever he looked at something new on him. There was a linger on his markings and his jaw locked as he attempted to turn his arms to remove them from his gaze. Where was the harsh touch? This was much too gentle, suspiciously so, and worse yet he couldn’t make him burst into flame or knock him unconscious with a whisper.

His jaw locked when he was no longer able to follow his gaze, and his head turned away sharply. He contemplated bringing his knee up to kick him, but refrained from doing so. If Kuval had it in him to be so vicious in throws of lust then he shuddered to think of that ruthlessness being directed towards him out of anger. With no magick to back himself up during a fight…? No, he wouldn’t kick him. Yet.

The soft brush of his hair played along his chest just before his head rested down there. At that feeling his eyes grew as wide as they could. This wasn’t what he wanted, and the silence was deafening now. His chest rose and fell heavily as he tightly closed his eyes, trying once more to force some kind of reaction but none came. Damn this continent! He would not show fear, and it was already transmuting to anger anyhow, as it usually did, “Get off of me.” He tried again to move his arms, to get them free of his grasp so that he could get away from him.

Author: oddender, Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 10:32 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

It felt too soon to move, too soon to let go. The moment Dorian tried, Kuval felt himself acting without thought to keep him there. His hands held onto his forearms gently, fingers pressed against the veins. He could feel the beating heart there.

Slowly he tilted his head, looking at the witch curiously. His eyes searched along his face, at the blood smears and sweat. He looked at the way the dark locks of his hair clung to his face, at the way they flowed across the floor beneath them.

Further down he saw the bites, both his own and the vampires. The bleeding was slowing already, trying against the marks along his skin. Kuval tilted his head the other way, looking at the way they traced down his skin. What were these magical marks…? Clearly they were still in the dead zone, no light shone from them, and he found himself both disappointed and grateful. After all, as logic crept back into his mind he knew that the witch wouldn’t let him do this again any time soon. He would have been cast off, wouldn’t he?

Still, he wondered what it would feel like to press his lips to one. To bite one. He wanted to know more about them, but no words were forming right now. Instead his eyes traced further down, looking at the rise and fall of his chest. He looked at the smear of pleasure left on his own skin, at the softening length of him, and the way his body still curled up to allow their hips to meet like this.

Then slowly he looked back up him again until he found his eyes. His own were full of unspoken questions and desires. Finally he lowered his head down and pressed his ear to the witch’s chest, sure he would never get a chance to do so again, and listened to the pounding of his heart. It was so… warm here. Skin on skin felt so different on land, so much hotter, so much more… separated. He struggled to find the right words for it.

Under water, in the depths where he’d grown, they were so accustomed to the cold that touch itself wasn’t so extreme. Numbed, almost. Muted. This… This was completely different. Every touch felt like it didn’t belong. No, like touching in itself was a privilege.

It wasn’t exactly intimacy that he was looking for. He had no real emotional attachment to the witch, and yet he found drawn. Maybe it was because this was the first time he’d be so very close to a human, or maybe it was simply a desire to hold onto this act a moment longer, but he didn’t move yet. Briefly he closed his eyes and listened to the drum, more music against his ear…

It was beautiful…

Author: Dorian, Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 10:16 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

The flow of his hips finally slowed to a stop when stiffness was completely gone, though he kept the grip into his hair. His thoughts were still stirring from the spectrum he’d witnessed in the other tonight: deadly force, his usual calm, curiosity, timidity, all coming to completion at animalistic lust. If it could be assured that this wasn’t completely due to his previous virginity being stricken, then it would be an experience he’d seek out again. Even so, this had been what appeared to be a coincidence…and he preferred not to keep connections to anyone, no matter how delicious they may be.

Already he was imagining this closer to home, and the realization was enough for him to pull his lips away. He swallowed down the lasting taste of his blood smeared lips and breathed out slowly through his nose. It was a shame there was no way he could conceive of this being a possibility in his natural form. Ah well, thus was life. His eyes opened and he traced them along his face, ending at the crimson of his lips where his blood was starting to dry. Seeing that part of lips and evidence of himself there sent knots into his stomach so much so that he had to look away from him.

It was in no way a bad thing, he was simply unable to go again so soon and was a little irritated at that fact. He wordlessly moved his fingers from his hair and rested them against the floor so that he could push up. As if on cue, Kuval moved his own to grip his arms and pin them to the boards. It wasn’t an attack, in fact it wasn’t even painful, but he still looked at him quickly as if slapped in the face. On instinct his energy flared, but of course nothing happened, reminding him that the dead zone was still in effect…There was no longer a sexual distraction from that and his eyes halved against the fear that was trying to form. He wouldn’t allow it.

“What…?” No longer was there a tremor in his voice, though the timbre was still just as soft despite himself. The act was over, what reason was there to stay like this now? He searched his eyes, but found no answer in their fathomless darkness.

Author: oddender, Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 9:55 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Kuval felt the length between his fingers pulse, felt the release on his fingers and past to Dorian’s own skin. He tilted his head down to look at it, finding everything so strange and different. So incredibly curious. A million questions buzzed in the back of his mind, behind the still present experience, just waiting for the calm so they could come rushing out.

But right now his attention was entirely focused on the sounds, playing them again and again in his head, and the fingers weaving into his hair. Kuval turned dark eyes back up to Dorian’s as he was pulled, moving his hands quickly to press on either side of the panting body beneath him as their lips pressed again.

Another moan, softer this time, intermingling with the others as they kissed. His own wounded lip, the blood of Dorian’s shoulders, stirred by their own pressing tongues. Hips slowing, he remained here in the kiss as his body tried to wind down. He pressed closer still to the man, still not wanting him to move away just yet. Though his touches were no longer harsh or painful, the possessiveness had yet to dwindle away.

If it weren’t for the pain, he’d have thought it all to be a dream. It wouldn’t have been his first carnal one since inhabiting his body in this form, but he hadn’t ever pictured it exactly like this… It was perfect, somehow. Hard to put a name to. He wanted it to happen again, and again, and again. He wanted to memorize this body, every inch, every sound and moan and desire.

Unsure of when the next moment would be, if it would come, he tried to keep his full attention on this one….

Author: Dorian, Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 9:43 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Those fingers wrapped tightly around his neck, all but slamming him back into the ground. He swallowed around the grip and found that he could hardly get in air, if any at all. Panic formed but rather than dwell in that fear, it fed into exhilaration, anticipation. As pleasurable as he was finding it to be, it still didn’t stop his body from reacting; lips parting shakily to attempt a gasp, body shifting in a weak writhe while his hands tried still to bring him closer rather than push him or his hand away.

His eyes quickly opened to find Kuval’s, his own both begging as well as urging him to be rougher. The animalistic need was consuming; feeding off of the other’s even. His heel pressed into his side harshly in an attempt to guide his hips how he wanted them to move with his own. With the hard bite at his shoulder he knew it would be over soon, unable to hold back the pained cry out that reverberated around the room. Only then did his eyes flutter closed, his head growing light from the last bit of air in his lungs leaving him.

Strong hips moved against his with a thrust so final that he knew there would be bruising left on the curve of his own lower back; unforgiving floorboards were already rubbing his skin closer to rawness as it was. That final push was enough, accompanied by the warmth filling him, and his own hips rolled up against his hand as that peak of pleasure finally overcame him with a pained moan. Heavy gasps of air filled his lungs when Kuval released the tight grip on his neck, and he felt as if he could experience that release all over again. Instead, he winced from the physical reminder that he was unable to.

Both hands moved to grip into Kuval’s hair, though there was less strength in his fingers due to his state. However, what little he did have left in them kept a sharp tangle into his locks. His hips began to slow against his, though they kept a deep roll to enjoy the feeling inside of him for as long as he could. His leg slowly slid from around his waist and he blindly pulled his head down towards his as if driven by pure magnetism. He tasted his own blood against his lips as they pressed and a softer sound melded between their lips as his tongue tried to explore further.

Author: oddender, Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 9:06 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

By now, the smell of blood was thick around them. Kuval had lost track of the amount of bleeding wounds on his own skin, much less the ones he’d caused. The smell of it rose in the air, a completely new sensation to him. It wasn’t dulled by the water, wasn’t just faded taste. No, this was an aroma of wanting battle. Sweat and blood, intermingling.

He felt the wrap of Dorian’s leg first and arched his back as if to encourage it. It felt like a lock, a command of compliance, and part of him loved it. In this moment, in this action, neither one of them were ‘human’. They were animals, lost to primal need, entirely focused on physical desire, and Kuval hadn’t felt so at home on land as he did right now. This, this felt like home. There was no need for clothes, or the foreign language he’d learned, or propriety. This was what he’d missed about home and it was given back to him here, now, by the witch.

A groan left him as nails bit into his back, but he found himself tilting into the much softer sensation against his hair. Lifting his head, Kuval panted against the wounds he’d created. It occurred to him that Dorian enjoyed the dominance, the pain. It was a darkness that they both felt in the moment, and he was more than willing to comply.

Kuval moved his hand from Dorian’s hair and instead quickly gripped around his neck, pressing him more into the floorboard. He didn’t want him to move, needed him to stay here. The pressure was building and the need of it only made him more desperate for Dorian to remain.

With fingers around his neck, a portion of his weight was left there and the rest spread to his burning abdomen, unwilling to let go of his length. No, this he worked more as he grew closer still. He was almost growing light from the anticipation and, to ground himself as much as he could, he turned his head further down the man’s shoulder and sunk his teeth in hard again.

He could feel the heart under his hand, feel the struggle for breath, feel the sounds trying to escape. As the blood pooled around his lips again, Kuval felt himself at the brink. With a final slam, forcing himself as deeply as his body would allow, he released into the witch with a deep pleasure moan.

His shoulders shook down from his release and, finally, his fingers eased again on the man’s throat to allow him breath as he struggled to find his own. The syreni lifted his head slightly, halved eyes watching the blood roll along the nearly mangled shoulder, but he didn’t move further than that… He wasn’t entirely sure that he could.

Author: Dorian, Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 8:38 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

For a brief moment, he felt his lips again and eagerly tipped his head into the kiss. He could still taste his own blood lingering on them like an afterthought, but a shocked sound quickly pulled from him as his head was ripped back. His eyes opened on the ceiling, feeling a strong pulse at his own length from that roughness. His lips remained parted, his bottom one just barely trembling from the mounting pleasure. It wasn’t enough and his hips moved more against his, his stomach muscles tensing and pulling back from each press pushed deeper within himself.

A feather light touch of Kuval’s lips graced his shoulder and he found a strange longing ache from the contrast. Gripping tighter into his hair, he tried to urge him closer, to feel more than just his lips at such a vulnerable spot. And then he felt the sink in of teeth, so sharp and intense that it combatted the feeding bites he’d already received that night. Here though, in the safety and control of his room at the inn, amidst these actions, he was unable to hold back the strong begging moan that escaped. It pitched into a groan half between pleasure and pain.

In rare form, he wanted nothing more than to be taken to the brink of breaking, that course being ushered through Kuval’s hands, his teeth, the strong thrusts of his hips. Even visualizing it was enough to push him closer to the edge, and he shakily groaned through gritted teeth when he felt his fingers wrap. Despite himself, he nodded as much as he could against the grip of Kuval’s fingers; his hips rolling not only to meet his, but the guide of his fingers.

These fingers he’d witnessed wield a weapon with deadly accuracy, fingers whose strength he was only just now learning, these fingers weathered by time, practice, ocean salt…he had the potential to be lost eternally at the thought of them. Knew in this moment that when the night was over he’d still yearn for the grip and trace of them just as much as he would long to feel them tremble in anticipation. Or fear.

He lifted just one of his legs up, locking it tightly around his hips to feel that shift in the muscles of his lower back; the curve and bend as his hips thrusted down into him. He turned his head, his face touching into the messy locks of his hair where he could still smell the lingering touch of the sea.

Rough wood scratched against his elbow as he shifted his arm enough that his nails could bite into the flesh of Kuval’s side, gripping there enough to trail blood as he slowly scratched towards the crease of his back. With that slow cut into flesh he was brought closer to the edge and weakly shook his head: both wanting to feel that release and not wanting everything else to end because of it like it undoubtedly would. As usual, he chose pleasure over delay and moaned softly into his hair, “H-Harder…”

Author: oddender, Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 2:26 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

The sounds of it all grew almost deafening, no matter their softness. Kuval’s own heavy breathing and quiet sounds. Their bodies connecting. Dorian’s nails on the floor, his groans. It was music, as beautiful to Kuval as the man’s violin had been back on the beach an eternity ago.

When that was added to those eyes… Kuval couldn’t look away. His own possessive expression was met by one that matched, dragging that building sensation down to the pit of his stomach again. He couldn’t hold out much longer, that was obvious, but damn it… Damn it, he wasn’t done yet…! He wasn’t ready to be done yet!

Kuval’s own breathing caught in his chest as he felt the change against him as Dorian sat up on his elbows, leading him to wonder what this would feel like in other positions. He wanted to know, needed to know, but he wouldn’t make it that far today. Maybe later? Maybe again…?

With Dorian’s grip in his hair, that jerk down to press them close again, Kuval felt a wave of pleasure hit him. The command, as that’s clearly what it was, would be graciously heeded. Really, he wanted nothing more right now than to sink his teeth into the witch’s skin and hear that groan again.

Briefly he tipped his head, pressing his lips to his before he reached a hand up and ripped Dorian’s own head back, exposing his neck. Kuval looked down the line of it. There was lingering blood from the earlier attack. The Adam’s apple shifted with each swallow of sound. The vampire wounds remained angry indents in the skin.

He wanted to bite there, over his Adam’s apple, but he didn’t trust himself not to accidentally cause much too severe damage. Instead he turned his eyes to the next best spot. Kuval lowered his head, parting his lips against the skin of Dorian’s shoulder in much the same place as the scar on his own. He felt the connect of the collar bone and the meat of the muscle above…

It was there that he bit, lower jaw hooking right above the collar bone and upper jaw nearly in the neck. His four sharpest teeth sunk in first, nearly twice the depth of the more human set that followed quickly behind like an after thought. Blood pooled into his mouth instantly and Kuval knew that if he bit hard enough, he could take inches off this man’s shoulder… but he didn’t. He resisted and instead reveled in the sounds and reactions beneath him, moaning into the wounds he created.

As he locked his teeth in, he let his fingers shift and wrap around the Dorian’s length again to begin working him. This time, having to visual and no mental distractions, his hand moved as if it was his own. He worked it naturally, in pace with the own slam of his hips. Without thought he was pushing harder, faster, as if trying to force Dorian through the floorboards that surely creaked tellingly to anyone beneath.

Author: Dorian, Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 1:48 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Kuval’s hand left his chest and his breathing grew shakier for a brief moment when he felt the grip at his hips. His fingers were growing even more eager; their grip tighter with need. He knew the feeling well and let his head turn to the side since it was made apparent that their lips would not be touching any time soon. The force of his hips continued, and his toes curled against the wood of the floorboards as he moved his own to keep pace. Like this he could feel that depth within himself, and his eyes softly closed from that incomparable sensation.

Just when the painful stiffness grew to a near unbearable degree, he felt an aching relief: Kuval’s fingers travelled up his thighs, one moving a pressing trace along him and though he wasn’t working him, any touch was good right now. A groan laced in pleasure escaped through barely parted lips, and he opened his eyes to meet his again. The look he saw now was much different than before; the possession unmistakable, undeniable. It caused a twinned glint in his own, and his arms shifted so that he could raise up onto his elbows.

The depth shifted in him, and he fought back any signs of pleasure as one hand rose up to grip into Kuval’s hair. White locks twisted and tangled around his fingers, and he made sure to keep a hold close to the roots as he pulled him down quickly towards his face. His nose barely brushed against his just before their foreheads pressed, and he reveled in feeling his breathing so close to his lips. The muscles in his arms tensed, his abdomen burning from having to use so much of it to keep a constant roll of his hips at this angle. Despite the pleasure, he managed to keep his voice steady, though it was barely a whisper against his lips, “Now…” His fingers slowly gripped tighter into his hair, curled against the floor, “Make me bleed…”

Author: oddender, Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2017 3:52 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

With their eyes locked, everything seemed almost at peace. Strangely at peace in the chaos of this action, uncharted waters as they may be. Kuval couldn’t have imagined this any other way, nor would he have wanted it to have been a soft action. This form seemed to demand attention and Dorian, with that expression of lust and pride, was just as demanding.

The nails in his back brought blood to the surface, tracing down the curve of his back slowly like rolling water. A groan escaped his lips, but his expression was nothing but pleasure as their hips started to move together.

He knew that the witch wanted to feel his lips again. He saw the tilt, saw the inviting red stains, but Kuval didn’t want that right now. He wanted more sensation, more touch. Dorian had mapped his body and how he wanted nothing more than to do the same.

His eyes left the mans, trailing down him lustfully. Both of his hands moved now to grip his hips as he straightened up for a better view, pulling his hips into his own and watching the way the vulnerable body shifted beneath him. Despite moving his hand from his chest, he didn’t want the witch to sit up and he’d make that known if he tried.

Kuval’s hands shifted again, unable to keep them still, gripping his thighs instead for a moment as he started to work harder against him. Finally one of those hands slid back down his thigh to find his length, pressing it up nearly flush with its owners skin and curling his fingers over it like a possessive cage. Somewhere, in the back of his head, he knew none of this was truly his. None of it would matter tomorrow.

But tonight, this body was his. Was theirs. He’d given himself to Dorian and now he took what he wanted in return. And it shone there in his eyes, a demand as he finally lifted them back to meet the man’s. It was there, unspoken: You’re mine…

Author: Dorian, Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2017 3:34 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Kuval’s fingers moved from him and his eyes closed tighter in frustration; his hips moving up against the other’s in an attempt to continue to feel the shift against himself. This was encouraged by the other man’s grip, and his lips broke away from his with a shaky exhale though they stayed close enough to brush. He wanted to hurt him, to hear him cry out in pain, while also feeling the same sharpness against himself. Fingers touched lower and his eyes just barely opened, realizing now what was to happen mere seconds before it began.

His first instinct was to grip him, push him, shift his knees to get at least one of his kidneys, but that powerful slam of his hand against his chest kept him there and all thoughts of escape were gone. His back arched against the floorboards and the hand at his lower back scratched around to grip his opposite hip; encouraging that press he felt against himself. No matter how many times this happened there was still that first bite of pain, but the anticipation of pleasure eclipsed it as he parted his legs just enough for him.

And then he felt him, cautious at first as they all were, but also like all of them that caution was soon forgotten in lust. The other’s hips pushed hard towards him, and he felt the arch in his back deepen as his head tilted back with a hard bite of his lip that instantly brought forth blood. Fingers dug into Kuval’s hip where he kept him pulled close to himself, while his other arm locked around his back to grip his opposite shoulder. His breathing caught in his chest, cutting short a much stronger moan. Even so, Kuval’s hand did not shift from his chest, keeping him well pinned and that force only built him closer.

His eyes opened, weak from pleasure for a split second before clouding with primal lust. This man above him now wore the smirk he had donned earlier in the night, and he found it returning. Laced in with his gaze was an air of pride: pride that he’d given in to his primal self, fed the lust of his natural design. And he tightened around him slowly before scratching along his shoulder to the back of his head; red trails rising against his skin. Never breaking the lock he had with his eyes, he began to slowly roll his hips with his, all the while keeping that tightness as he did so. His heart trilled faster, his chest attempting to rise deeply despite the press Kuval held over him, and he just barely tipped his chin in his direction; his lips parting in offering to his.

Author: oddender, Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2017 2:45 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Kuval swallowed against the hand around his throat, his eyes halving as he moved with the urge down. It was clear to him that Dorian knew what he was doing, how to taunt and tease him into action. The pull of him by his lip was no less than this and he eagerly repressed his lips when they met. He felt the man’s tongue sliding against his own, tasted the flow of blood and it only sparked his primal nature more.

His fingers turned from him as their hips touched, turning his hand instead to grip his hip and urge his to continue to meet. The heat of each other, pressing and touching, was a tease of what was to come and Kuval knew he couldn’t wait any more.

Moving his hand from his hip, he slid it down to touch his entrance as if to ensure he knew the location before it moved up to his own length. Without pause he pressed the head of himself to the warm split skin of the witch, touching along him until he found his mark. His other hand moved quickly from Dorian’s hair to his chest, pressing him hard as he thrust forward into him.

A wince left his own lips at almost painful the tightness and pull around him, but it was quickly lost to a moan as he pressed deeper still until nothing of him remained exposed to the air. The intensity of the heat hit him next, the contraction of the man now impaled by him, claimed by him. He felt the witch’s nails from the shock and likely pain of his entrance, but he didn’t move.

No, he stayed like this above the man, panting slightly as his eyes opened again to look at the one who gave him such pleasure. He reveled here a moment, unmoving, just enjoying the pulse and breathing beneath his crushing hand. Enjoying the frustrated face, the dig of the nails. Enjoying the lingering taste of blood between his lips as he slowly smirked, matching the one given to him before this all began.

Author: Dorian, Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2017 2:29 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

It all happened so quickly he barely had time to react aside from tensing muscles and shifting hands. His lips parted but his teeth instantly clenched with a light groan that fluidly formed into a pained moan from the grip in his hair. On instinct, his lips silently moved to summon more strength in himself, but he was swiftly reminded of the dead zone when nothing changed. No, he was left under this man. And while he was quite strong on his own, there was no true risk of danger and rather than fight it, he decided to give in. After all, it was he that had first tempted the man above him.

His fingers were around him, and he breathed in softly from the grip; another sound of pleasure pulling from his lips as his head tipped back. Just as he had expected, his touch relayed his virginity with this form, but it was the first touch he’d been given thus far and he relished in it. Without thought his hips began to slowly roll against his grip. The hand that was left free was now moving up to grip around Kuval’s neck; feeling both his pulse and breathing and finding his own pleasure building from each sensation.

A quick wince pulled between his teeth from the anticipation of his fingernail on such a delicate area, but rather than move his hips back, he slid his feet along the floor boards; bending his knees and cradling Kuval between his legs. His own fingers gripped tighter around his neck, but not dangerously so, and pulled him down closer towards his lips. They stopped short of his, and like before he pressed his thumb along the center of his throat. His own chest rose and fell deeply as he tilted his own head just enough to run the tip of his tongue along Kuval’s lips. Parting his own, he bit the other’s bottom lip and pulled him closer that way before shifting them to press and part. That taste of blood lingered and his eyes fluttered closed from the reminder.

His fingers kept their grip on his neck, but his other hand moved to Kuval’s side; fingers curling to scratch down the smooth curve of him until he was able to feel his length once more. It was for only a second before moving his fingers around him to the small of his back where they curled to pull him down closer. His hips rose up, slowly grinding himself up against Kuval’s hand as well as his length and for a moment he felt them move with one another; the hand at the small of his back urging him to move in time with his own hips.

Another moan rang out against him before moving his tongue past his lips, but not before catching against one of the sharper points of his teeth. The pain was light, and rather than be deterred, he tried to eagerly lift his head into the kiss even more. Even as he felt a thin trickle of his own blood spill from the corner of his mouth.

Author: oddender, Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2017 2:04 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

A knot was trying to form in the pit of Kuval’s stomach. Too much was happening way too fast. The pleasure, the tension, the rising build that led to more of both, and to add insult his own restraint for control was growing harder by the moment.

Fingers curling on the wall behind him, he heard the scratch and crack of wood as he nearly ripped the baseboard away, nails and all. His responses were without thought, without his command, showing the eagerness in the raise of his head toward leading fingers and the near whimper from the loss of warmth around his length yet again.

So when his head was ripped down again, and his eyes locked on the testing sight of Dorian toying with his own twitching length, he knew he could rise to the unspoken challenge. In an instant, moving purely on instinct, Kuval ripped the witch back by his hair. His stomach pulled, the core of him in full use as he sat up and then forward quickly.

With fingers still twisted in the dark locks of hair, he splayed the witch onto his back and himself now over him. In the same action the hand gripping his wrist quickly slammed it to the wood beneath them as well. Here he say for a moment, breathing heavily as his own eyes traced down the lean body beneath him.

Suddenly he felt large again, in control. This man, so small beneath him, was his. He’d started this moment, challenged it, and now Kuval felt no hesitation in responding to the call. He released his wrist first and moved his hand quickly to foreign length that rose as if in offering to him. His fingers wrapped almost too tightly and began the amateurish and rough tug of inexperience. Truth me told, it had less to do in the moment with Dorian’s pleasure so much as Kuval’s desire to touch and feel and simply have all of him.

Again Kuval bit down on his lips as he stayed dominantly over the other man, keeping his head pinned to the floor even if it meant a few popped strands. Any protests or movements were lost to the pleasure of the moment, falling on deaf ears as Kuval enjoyed the sensation. He could practically feel the beating of his heart in his own length, desperately aching for relief. It hadn’t taken much logic to know where this would go, based on his own anatomy, and he knew the moment was coming. He wanted it to last, wanted to not lose it all the instant he felt that pleasure, so his focused remained here a moment as he tested Dorian’s responses to his manipulations.

His fingers toyed, changed pace. They tugged curiously at skin, pressed a nail gently at the slit, brushed at the sensitive underside as if all he meant to do was memorize what he’d lose again when they were redressed. And he did, in fact, want to memorize everything that had happened, and was to come.

Author: Dorian, Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2017 1:39 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

His eyes fluttered closed with a near inaudible moan around him when he was directed against his length. His fingers gripped tighter at his hip, the nails digging in instantly, enough so to draw up thin crescents of blood. The other was growing more aggressive in his movements, and he recognized the forced restraint easily. Keeping that harsh grip at his hip, he forced them to move slower but with a constant roll as his tongue and lips moved in time. With each pull he was sure to have him press to the soft velvet of the back of his throat, and likewise he moved a second finger between his lips.

Both fingertips pressed along the middle of his tongue, and his eyes closed tighter as he envisioned that touch on himself. When was the last time he’d had such a virgin mouth…? He immediately remembered the sharpness of Kuval’s teeth, and his stomach dipped in response. He had his own complicated relationship with pain, and usually enjoyed it rather than resented it. Now, his breathing was growing shakier, lust building to a dangerous level as he started to lift his lips from him.

Immediately Kuval’s fingers clamped into his hair, and he didn’t even try to hold back the moan of pleasure from such a grip. On the contrary, he found himself wanting to force even more of that aggression out of him, and began to slowly press his fingers back along his tongue to try and move them from their slick spot between his lips. Strong fingers gripped tighter around his wrist, but he still removed them. They quickly went back to their previous spot in his hair, twisting in the locks instantly and ripping his head forward to force him to look down.

His own eyes flashed open and met his, longing, possessive, completely and absolutely carnal as he commanded him with this look alone to do more. That thought was punctuated even strongr as he brought his teeth in enough to have them glide along the delicate skin of his length. Not enough to cause injury, but certainly enough to get his point across. He respected certain levels of control as much as the next person, but this was the closest he’d gotten to tapping out that primal side of him; a side he very much wanted to experience.

Author: oddender, Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2017 1:07 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

As the blessing of mouth and tongue against him moved away, Kuval found a desperation trying to overtake his actions. Where his expression had been pure pleasure, it now shifted toward longing frustration and without thought the lock of fingers in hair forced the man’s lips back to his length in hopes he would start again.

Parting his own lips, Kuval accepted the intrusion of his finger. Without thought he pulled it in, sucking against and tracing his tongue in a manner similar to what he wanted against himself. His hips raised with the excitement of it, the thought of what it might feel like were the positions switched. With that idea in his head, he moved a hand quickly to snatch the witch’s wrist in hopes of keeping his hand as it was.

With an audible exhale, he trying to pull Dorian closer in every way he could. The heat of skin on skin was exhilarating. The taste on his tongue, of blood and salt and sea, only made the Syreni all the more eager as it pulled the primal instincts from within him. He found it hard not to move him, to grip and pull and rip this man around how he wanted him.

Control, he reminded himself, Use control…!

Author: Dorian, Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2017 12:46 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

A soft groan escaped around the length of him when he felt his nails cut into his back. His strength was realized even more since that grip had instantly opened his skin. Not that he minded, he was one for scratching, gripping, biting. And the more he did it, the more he realized how much he wanted to return such actions on Kuval. His fingers slowly worked him, following the constant move of his lips before trailing the tips of those fingers along his pelvis. The desperate eagerness with which the othr’s hips were moving only proved more that this had to be his first true sexual experience in this body.

That solidification only made him grip more; a newfound possessiveness entering his actions as he pulled him up by his hip. While he wanted to keep his head pinned back, he wanted even more to continue the exploration of his body. Half lidded eyes moved up his stomach, tracing the outline of his abdomen, the crease up his chest, all the way to his parted lips. He wanted to touch them, and chanced untangling his fingers from his hair enough that he was able to move them along the strong line of his jaw.

Not wanting it to end too soon, he slowly moved his lips up the length of him only to drag them down the side; ending in a soft kiss at his pelvis. His fingers moved along Kuval’s parted lips, feeling the shaky breathing there before pushing one in between them. Formidable or not, he knew he had the upper hand here and contemplated taking it further, but common sense wouldn’t allow it. That, or self-preservation should it cross any particular lines. His tongue ran up him slowly, gently circled around the head before just barely sucking his lips there.

Author: oddender, Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 2:19 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Kuval groaned lightly as his head was ripped back, closing his eyes as he lost the ability to see what was being done to his body. Instead he focused entirely on the new sensations. His breathing deepened at the trail of lips along his skin, so soft in comparison to most he’d felt there on land.

The muscles of his stomach pulled back slightly, but he was having trouble keeping his body still enough for it to matter. One hand fought to keep hold of Dorian’s back as he continued down, but the other, still intertwined in his hair, made it clear where the man was heading.

Startled at the idea, he tried to lift his head only to find it pinned harder still. He felt his hair pop under the pressure, but the pain at his scalp only seemed to keep him grounded in this moment. This pain, this pleasure, this sensation.

Then the heat was around his length and a gasp escaped the Syreni as his eyes flickered open to look at nothing before fluttering closed again. There was a wet feeling beneath his nails and he moved them quickly from their dig in Dorian’s back and instead reached above him in search of something to grip. Finding nothing, he pressed his hand against the wall as his hips began to thrust against that warmth and the barrier found therein.

Slowly he pulled in his bottom lip and bit down there, almost wincing again from the sudden sting of the previous wound. Kuval realized he was nearly panting then, body moving eagerly and his fingers trying to keep the man’s head moving against his length. Nothing had ever felt so good as this and that became known by the first deep guttural moan that pulled from somewhere in the depths of his chest.

Author: Dorian, Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 2:03 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

He felt the soft call of pleasure reverberate through his throat, against his lips, and lightly sucked there before continuing the downward drift. His breathing grew shakier by the time he was at his chest, yearning to feel the full flow of his body as it moved with his fingers. As his lips dragged down his chest, he brought his hand from the floor and gripped too tightly into his hair; forcing his head to tilt back sharply. His lips pressed against his skin, allowing the tip of his tongue to taste over his belly button. The soft taste of soap lingered on his skin, he had washed, but he could still taste the touch of the ocean on him.

For just a moment he imagined how this might have been should they instead be on the shore, their scents weaving with the salty richness of Nyella. Even just that soft moan he’d heard from a simple bite was enough to cause his mind to imagine it being interspersed with crashing waves. This would happen again, and not within the walls of a dead inn where their potential was subdued. His fingers shifted around him, lightly pausing at the base of him as he lifted his lips up from his stomach.

The edges of his hair brushed against his sides, his abdomen, and he slowly ran his tongue along the head of him before letting his lips softly suck down. Soft flesh was pulled taut from lust, so much so that he wondered how long he’d be able to contain himself past his lips. Even so, he longed to feel the writhe and shift of building pleasure, needed that pulse between his lips. He moved his lips down, slowly pressing his tongue against the underside of him until he felt that soft push at the back of his throat. His fingers gripped tighter in his hair, enough to pull strands from their roots if it meant keeping his head forced back.

He wanted him to memorize this feeling, commit the pleasure his lips and touch could bring him down to the very core of his being. That was something accomplished even deeper when sight was taken away. Despite himself, a gentle sound of his own played against the length of him as he began to slowly move his lips. He would feel that release, know that connection that somehow held a different layer of magick and power that even he had yet to fully tap into understanding.

Author: oddender, Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 1:38 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Kuval’s hand left the man’s back as they turned, slapping against the hardwood for support as he felt himself being lower to the ground. Despite the disorienting feeling, his attention was transfixed on their pressed lips. His fingers twisted gently in the lightly matted locks of hair, trying to keep them pressed for as long as he could.

Even the smallest touches felt overpowering. Smooth trail of the other’s tongue, the whisper of his breath on desperate skin, the quick pain of the bite that forced a startled sound over a now bleeding lip. His eyes opened, trying to look at the man above him and finding only the raven hair and the arched wooden beams of the inn further above.

The lean curve of his body arched against the floor at the trace, feeling his own heart rise to the touch. Quickly Kuval retrieved his hand from the floor and found the witch’s hip, gripping there before sliding up his back with lightly shaking fingers.

But then Dorian’s hand was moving again, exploring parts of him that no one else had touched yet. As nails traced his skin, pulled him to vulnerability, Kuval finally gave up the view and instead let his head rest against the floor as his own hand pressed against the other’s shoulder to hold him close.

Then that hand was touching him, unseen fingers wrapping tight enough to elicit a soft wince and curled fingers that found home in Dorian’s back. He didn’t need the command as his feet tried to find enough purchase to allow his hips to push forward longingly into the working hand, but it wasn’t just his hips. His whole body moved with the action, rolling shoulders to lower back to hips to legs as fluidly as he curved himself in the ocean.

“A-Ah…”

The sound left quickly as the bite found his neck. It was almost too much all at once. His head was starting to feel light, overwhelmed, and yet he couldn’t imagine stopping. Somewhere, unspoken in the back of his mind, a plea was desperately forming.

Author: Dorian, Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2017 1:12 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

(( OOC: For this thread, god moding is permitted by both parties. ))

His chest rose and fell slowly as Kuval’s fingers moved up his arm, around to his back. It was different, having someone trace and feel over where his marks laid dormant. Normally there’d be a reaction, but due to the lack of power from the dead zone, all that was there was the very human sensation of being touched by another. Goosebumps rose along his flesh and he leaned towards him with that pull against his back. As he did so, his hand shifted from his neck to his shoulder, gripping there firmly as he fluidly pulled and turned him so that the other man was fully on his back beneath him. His knees were careful in that movement; both of them shifting near painfully against the aged wood as he turned with him.

They widened still, a few unpolished splinters scratching against his kneecaps as they slid apart enough from him to lower down over him. His other hand came down hard against the wood, near slamming next to Kuval’s head where his fingers audibly curled against the floor boards. The tip of his tongue moved along the soft flesh at the underside of his top lip. His eyes closed tighter as he thought of other places he wanted to move his tongue, his lips. Places to bite and hear the indistinguishable merge of pain and pleasure.

His lips pulled back from his, his own shaky breathing intermingling with his before biting the other’s bottom lip until he tasted the metallic pin prick of blood. It mixed with the salt of his lips and he softly sucked there as he moved a hand to his chest. Through his softer, more malleable human flesh, he could feel his heart beating through his ribs and relished in the trill. There was nothing so intoxicating as your first realized allowance of lust, and he couldn’t drink it in enough.

The tips of his fingers pressed against his chest, sliding down along his stomach, over to his hip where his nails lightly bit into flesh as he parted his legs. The nail of his thumb slowly scratched along the skin there before moving his fingers up to find him. His skin was soft despite the stiffness, and he slowly wrapped each finger with an almost too tight grip. From that alone he could feel his pulse, and he began to work him between his fingers as his lips made their way down his throat.

“Your hips…move them…” Despite the quiet timbre of his voice, it was not a suggestion but a light command. He wanted to feel him, feel that removal of restraint, the physical proof of his lust. And, as if to put a period on that statement, he turned his head and bit at the hollow of his throat.

Author: oddender, Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 11:34 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Everything was moving slowly, teasingly, and yet the intensity of such simple acts felt like they were coming at him with lightning speed. Kuval’s eyes opened again fully as he was pulled down more against the door, moving quickly up to find Dorian’s again. He felt disoriented, leaned completely back with his shoulders against the door and his back curved with no support between himself and the floor… and yet everything still felt inviting, eagerly calling his name.

At the other’s urging, he shifted his fingers into the dark locks above him, watching as the worn digits were lost. He could feel the sea lingering there and he gripped tighter to keep them both in his grasp. His other hand slid up the witch’s forearm, gripping near his elbow as he traced his eyes down to see those long legs positioned over him.

He gazed at what he could see of their bodies, slowly intertwining with each other, and he longed to touch more. The impulses were rising, to grip him, to pull him, to press his lips to the places he wasn’t sure lips should go. He wanted to trace the dark marks on his skin, wondered what they felt like when the light was there. He wanted to grip his hips and feel the heat of his length against his own. Wanted… Wanted everything, but his attention was brought abruptly back from its rapid fire suggesting by the tip back of his head.

Kuval’s eyes traveled up obediently. The darkness of them seemed alive through his half lidded eyes, eagerly asking what to do next. Asking to be saved from the onslaught of ideas he didn’t know how to follow. He swallowed hard against the press against his Adam’s apple, feeling it struggle past Dorian’s thumb and down again to return to his touch. His lips parted in attempt to find more air, but instead… instead were met with the press of anothers’ lips.

A small startled sound escaped, bouncing between their connection before fading away into the silence of the room. Kuval arched upward, trying to urge them closer still. The fingers of both hands tightened before one left his elbow and found its way to the witch’s back, trying to pull him closer from there.

Author: Dorian, Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 11:11 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

(( OOC: I have permission for the slight god modes in this post. ))

“Yes.” He answered him solidly, but not unkindly. If anything he was proud in a way that he’d managed to touch him back, even if it was just to grip his wrist. Kuval’s leg stretched out and he moved his fingers away from him to grip his thigh. He wanted that stretch out to remain, and if anything he pulled him down the door slightly from it. All the while his fingers kept that gentle but firm grip on his thigh. He unfolded his own legs from under himself, shifting them so that his knees were on either side of his hips against the floor. Only then did he let his thigh go, resting his forearm against the wood of the door so that his head could hang and look down at him.

From this position he seemed so vulnerable, so meek in comparison to the calm faced individual he’d grown to know. Where was the man that had shaken three others from their mortal coils? Wherever he was, he was enjoying this more sexually innocent counterpart. Despite his slight hunch, he stayed risen up on his knees; his fingers curling into a fist against the door. He wasn’t used to using so much restraint, but in the back of his head he remembered what he was: a creature from the sea, one of the few he’d show any respect towards during such actions. It would only restrain him for so long though, and he moved his hand up from the floor; turning it to grip Kuval’s wrist and pull his hand up into his own dark hair,

“This is one of the extremely rare scenarios where I’d ever allow someone to touch me…” His eyes hardened, his jaw locked, all in an attempt to keep from doing too much, “So touch me.” Trusting Kuval not to move his hand away from his hair, he slid his own fingers down his forearm; felt along his elbow and up the contours that made up the muscular frame of his upper arm and shoulder. The water he’d taken from the spigot all but dried from the spread along his skin, and that trace ended at a gentle grip against the side of his neck.

His thumb gently pressed up his throat, along the soft rise of his Adam’s apple. All the way until he was able to force his head to tip back with the urge of his thumb against the underside of his chin. What strands of his hair were left loose, hung around their faces as his eyes narrowed. The muscles in his legs grew more stiff, as did those of his arms, knowing one thing that would usually incite one of two things: calm and ease, or a nudge into action. Either way, he lowered his head the rest of the way and pressed his lips against Kuval’s. His eyes closed from the taste of salt, longing more for that taste as he slowly parted the other’s lips with his own.

Author: oddender, Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 10:36 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

The beat of his heart pounded on inside Kuval’s chest as the canteen was removed and though it had only been there a minute, he was suddenly incredibly aware of the exposed feeling in its absence. He shifted slightly against the floor, ever careful not to move the man before him, and wondered what he was supposed to do with his hands. Was he supposed to touch? Keep them away? They clenched and unclenched before finding their way to the hard floor on their side of his hips.

“Y-Yeah…?” He managed in response to Dorian’s reassurance. It eased him to know that he didn’t mind and, intrigued as he was by the differences the other provided between experiences between pleasure with men and women, Kuval found it ridiculously difficult to form words. Or to care in this moment, if he was honest with himself.

His mind was on the closeness of the witch, the trail of his fingers. With the trace in the crook of his thigh that leg slowly stretched out, careful not to jostle or bump him lest the whole experience come to a painful halt. Still the fingers moved on, closer and closer to that radiating heat. The tension was building, a band being pulled taught within him, urging his body to roll and his hips to rise.

And then those fingers were upon him, slipping up his length delicately. Painfully slowly. Kuval’s head fell back against the door in response, unable to keep himself as solid as he wanted to be and yet, in the same respect, his body refused to release the tension from his muscles.

He wanted to do more. So much more. It came on quickly and now refused to release him. In an attempt to find stability he pulled a hand from the door and found himself gripping Dorian’s wrist as he, too, pressed against the floor.

“I don’t…” The words failed him again. Had he been able to complete a thought, he would have told the man that he wasn’t sure exactly what to do. He hadn’t done this with another yet. In fact, aside from general logic, he was completely lost on what you should and shouldn’t do. All he knew was that he wanted to do something. Urgently needed to do something…!

Author: Dorian, Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 10:08 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Even with no paranormal senses he could read the build on his face. The anticipation was palpable between them, yet he kept this too casual rest against his knees. His own heart started to shift in its pace, growing slower but stronger when he realized that he wasn’t going to push his arms away. In fact, this man he’d just witnessed slaughter three capable men with unexpected ease, appeared so much smaller now. His eyebrows barely rose as he listened, and he met his words with a low chuckle as he moved just one hand to grip the canteen in his lap,

“Excuse yourself. Why?” He shifted it from where it was obviously hiding him, and rested it down on the floor against the door. So too did he rest that hand against the wooden planks, keeping this too comfortable lean towards him as he stared: his own eyes perfectly content with how the situation was going. “When it comes to carnal impulses I’m likely to be at the bottom of the list when it comes to people that give a damn…” Which was true, he’d had so many varied lovers that he couldn’t remember which had heart beats and which didn’t. Not that he’d bring that up. Judgment was not something that ever entered the bedroom with him after that metaphorical door was closed.

“Women are soft and vulnerable, enjoyable in their own ways but men…” The smirk shifted as his other hand slid down his knee, along his thigh and to his hip, “Men, well we know exactly how to handle one another don’t we? The spectrum of pleasure is much more widened…” His fingers moved along the cut of his hip, dipping into that warm flesh at the crook of his thigh. It was here, now, touching him like this, that he could see how defined his muscles were; how much strength he had. Strength that he knew he’d one day try to take from him, but not today. Today it would benefit him to let him keep it.

The tips of his fingers barely curled against the floor, but he was quick to ease them. His own anticipation was building, and with the added adrenaline from near death as well as the unmatched feeling of having one’s life restored, it was all he could do to keep from ripping him down to the floor. This was a man he’d yet to be with though, one that he could not predict the actions of, one that had the effortless ability to do him some real harm, especially with no magick to defend himself. Best to keep it slow. His hand moved up the crook of his thigh, fingers just barely tracing over until he finally felt him. As he did so, he felt pressure between his own legs, and drifted his fingers up to feel the full length he had to offer,

“No…” His head slowly tilted to the other side, eyes moving from his to trace the outline of his jaw, “Do not excuse yourself.”

Author: oddender, Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 9:42 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

When their eyes met, Kuval could almost read the irritation there. It’s something that would have pushed him away, were it not for the actions that followed. The expression shift reached him first, with the slow smirk enticing him. He wasn’t sure at first what to think of it, after all it could mean many things, but no matter the meaning the Syreni felt the affects of it instantly.

Neither looked away and, truth be told, Kuval wasn’t quite sure he could. He watched as the man moved toward him, in smooth and undeniably confident strides. This wasn’t new to him, that much was clear, and somehow that knowledge only excited the former more.

Kuval slowly tilted his head as the man approached until finally he found himself feeling small pressed back against the door, looking up at him. He swallowed hard before his lips parted, but no words came from them. As the witch’s gaze moved down it seemed like the creatures whole body was trying to respond to the trail. His breathing deepened first, chest rising and falling in building anticipation.

A pull to men. Human sexuality wasn’t something he’d ever felt comfortable asking strangers about, the one taboo he’d found in his otherwise over curious mind. All he could do was nod to that implication as the man lowered down.

The touch on his knees felt electric. Lingering water left the witch’s arms and trailed down Kuval’s legs, connecting them again in more ways than one. Always with the water, he thought weakly to himself as their eyes found each other again.

Capping off the canteen, Kuval lowered it down into his lap. The warmth within him only grew worse, focusing itself in that betrayal between his legs that was far beyond denial at this point and try as he might this one bottle didn’t do much to hide the fact.

“What of it…?” He managed, but his tone left much to be desired in the way of confidence. It wasn’t common for him to have this sort of reaction where others could see and, though he knew how to fix the problem, it didn’t seem the time or place to take care of such a thing. “Should I excuse myself?”

Author: Dorian, Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 9:16 PM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Worse than the dryness from lack of being in the waves, was the itch of dried blood on his skin. His own blood at that. There was a decent amount on his neck, that shoulder, down his chest and back. The bastard had gotten him good and too much had spilled before getting to the flask, despite his attempts at keeping pressure with his hand. Now he looked down in to the basin, watching as the water ran red from his hands slowly moving under the stream. Maybe getting in the shower to wash would be better, but when he was honest with himself the idea of being somewhere slippery while still coming around wasn’t the safest idea. Especially with no magick.

So instead he rubbed his hands vigorously under the water, scratching away patches of more stubborn red on his palms. After that he brought water up and eyed himself in the mirror. Had this not been his own blood then he would have taken a level of pride or pleasure from seeing himself blood splattered. This was not the case. He had to look away from his own reflection, it was odd now to see his eyes so dim. The physical proof that he was without magick was the harshest slap by nature. Instead, he chanced turning his head and looking at his neck. His eyes halved, the puncture wounds were still there, though sealed enough to no longer have blood escape. It would likely be the rest of the night before they were completely gone.

For now, he took water and move it against his neck, shoulder, what he could get of his back and then his chest. It would have to do for now, and he wasn’t going to use soap just yet, he just desperately needed this itch to be gone. After doing so is when he realized that it had grown uncharacteristically quiet. Not that he and Kuval were the most talkative pair, but he’d expected more reaction to the possibility of his canteen problem having a possible solution. He looked over at him, eyebrows furrowed as the canteen lowered from the other’s lips. He was staring at him. Why.

And then he recognized it, that pull, that shift. He knew it well, it was a look he’d learned to hide during his more formative years. It was a lustful pull that he’d notice in anyone’s eyes. This same look was what he fed on, harped on, the easiest way to get the more innocent and naïve of prey. And he hadn’t even had to do anything. Ah… Well, he was completely bare after all, a fact that he wouldn’t have predicted would affect Kuval. Not this quickly at least. Now his own gaze shifted, darkened, the usual predatory focus returning as well as a slow smirk at the edge of his lips.

He didn’t let his eyes move away from his as he moved a hand out and turned off the spigot. Silence filled the room where the splash of running water had once been, and he allowed it to linger a moment longer before walking towards him with slow and carefully measured steps. All the while his eyes never pulled from his, and he was internally cursing that this time of all times was when he had no magick! A lustful man was an easy man. Ah, no magickal gain could be taken from this, but he was never one to refuse pleasure if it was within his grasp.

When he was mere inches from him, his shins nearly touching Kuval’s pulled-up knees, he stopped and looked down at him. It was a power stance, this he knew, just as he knew that this man could take him out quickly should he want to. His smirk widened, knowing full well that he didn’t want to. Without a word he slowly moved his eyes down from his, along his lips where he could still see moisture from his drink of the canteen. Down his chin, the tautness of his neck and well defined form of his chest and abdomen all the way down until they were on the undeniable proof of his lust.

“A pull to men…” His voice was quiet, yet somehow deafening from the silence, and near unnaturally soft for him, “I’m surprised and yet I feel like I shouldn’t be.” Being sure not to take more than a half step back, he lowered down, knees bent in a slight crouch as he folded his arms atop Kuval’s raised knees rather than his own. His head tilted to the side as his eyes made the slow climb back up his frame to meet those of the other man’s.

Author: oddender, Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 3:19 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Dehydration. That was the terrible word that Kuval kept forgetting. You’d think something so quick to kill you would be easy to keep track of. Maybe it was just his distaste for the idea that kept ejecting the term from his mind. He tried again, likely in vain, to lock it away as he watched Dorian stand up.

It felt too early for movement, too dangerous, but at the same time he could see how quickly the witch was getting better. Whatever was in the flask had clearly been amazing so he cemented himself to watching him cautiously in case he was needed. He was curious himself at what that must feel like. Disorienting, to say the least. Healing in itself wasn’t always a fun process, but Dorian was doing well with it.

At the very mention of the canteen possibly, Kuval felt himself spark excitedly. He spoke up as the other moved into the next room, “Could you really?”

He sat up slightly more against the door in his eagerness, turning himself more toward the man. He was surprised to see how easily Dorian was moving from room to room, but happy for it. As he watched the man walk his mind slowly began to shift from the curiosity about the canteen to another that was forming without Kuval even realizing it was happening.

By this point the witch had managed to discard his own clothes and, as he struck the match in the nearby room, the exposure of his body was enough to keep the usual flinch at bay. Dorian’s was somehow so different, so similar, so completely new to him. Their bodies, both male, still were distinctly unmatched.

Their frames, for instance. Kuval knew his own to be broad and, though the witch wasn’t necessarily slender, he felt large in comparison. But then that too was wrong! Dorian was taller than he, considerably taller. Their prepositions matched their bodies and yet seemed completely contrary. It was beautiful…

As Dorian leaned slightly over the sink, Kuval was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on the words being said. Instead his mind was focused on the roll of the water along his skin… He watched as it traced the contours of the man’s toned muscles, quickly at first, and then slower as if even they, too, wanted to linger there a moment.

There were many things that could be said about the new man and this new body. One of the simplest that he hadn’t yet gathered control of was threatening to rear its head again. Lust wasn’t something he’d been accustomed to in this magnitude. Things back home had been, simply put, completely different than here.

Kuval wasn’t aware that he’d forgotten to react to words he would have otherwise been excited about, nor that this confusing body was starting to betray him in more ways than one. No, his jumpy attention span had bounced to the newest attraction and there it seemed eager to remain. Impulses he hadn’t even known were inside him started up as well.

Suddenly the room was much too hot and finally, as a last ditch effort to right himself, he managed to lift his canteen to his lips and take a deep swing. What’s wrong with me?

Author: Dorian, Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 2:49 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

His eyebrows furrowed as he described the feeling of dehydration. He watched his fingers work against the laces, undo his fastenings, and followed the line of his stomach up his chest and back to his face. Odd. “Dehydration.” he said. “You’re talking about dehydration. That makes sense. Fish that flop up on land die from it quickly, it serves to believe that you’d suffer in the same way.” An endless canteen though, his mind was already buzzing with ideas for how to make that work. Spells wound themselves through his mind’s eye, he deconstructed summoning circles, went through his mental appendix of crystals and herbs. Yes, there was a way to do that, it would just take time.

“The clothes you’re wearing? Hardly.” His eyes halved in boredom, not towards him or the conversation, but in how ordinary the human world was in comparison to where this man had come from. “No, something far more useful would be a coat of animal skins, leather, or armor…” His nose wrinkled at the idea of so much restriction, “Though in my opinion that’s much worse. I usually depend on magick to give me what clothes can’t.” Which was true: if he was hot he could cool himself, vice versa if he was cold he could warm himself. Clothes were a second thought by this point, and just made it easier when he had to deal with society.

Kuval finished undressing himself and was lounging, unabashedly nude against the door. It was then that he realized his own fingers had paused on his buttons and he averted his eyes from him. Maybe it was knowing what Kuval was, having that respect towards anything that birthed from the ocean, but it felt near disrespectful to be looking at him. He was instantly irritated by that train of thought. His fingers continued working the buttons nimbly before moving it off and letting it drop to the floor.

“I can fix that water problem for you.” He pushed up from the ground, blinking hard as the blood rushed to his head. His heart pulsed hard and strong, so much so that he nearly staggered from it. Yes, Angela’s tonic was working beautifully. He blinked it away as he walked towards the small connecting room to this one where he could find a tub and shower head. All the while he swiftly undid the fastenings of his pants and moved them off; his feet were bare as usual. He touched the wick of the candle in the room and grimaced at how it hadn’t come to life with fire. This dead zone was getting old. Quick. When would it pass?! Sighing, he took the box of matches next to it and lit the lights in the wash room before turning the faucet to get water running, perfectly comfortable in his own nakedness,

“With your canteens I mean.” He brought his hands under the running water and visibly eased from how cold it was against his skin. Being careful not to splash, he cupped a hand under the running water and then ran it along his shoulders and neck. The lines of deep blue on his skin ran down the undersides of his arms, sides of his neck, along his spine to flower out at his shoulder blades. He frowned, there was no reaction from them, even when water was dripping down his back and sides. It was going to be a long night.

Author: oddender, Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 2:12 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

“Oh thank you,” Kuval sighed in almost relief. He set his canteen down and began the process of removing his boots as he continued to listen. It was nice in a way, for this witch to understand the sensation too. He wondered what made the man so bonded to the ocean. Surely there was a reason for it? Then again, that world was beautiful… Sometimes he missed it painfully, but lucky for him the ocean was plentiful and easy to find again. He couldn’t imagine loving it as much as he did and being trapped on land…

Is that how he feels…? Trapped on land? Kuval wondered, but the tried to shake it off. It seemed silly to assume the two were equally obsessed, didn’t it?

He discarded a boot haphazardly, jolting slightly at the thud before internally laughing it off a bit. His fingers deftly moved to the second boot, undoing the laces of this one as well. Without realizing it, he was moving quicker at the idea of relief from these binds.

“My body still craves the water,” he said in answer to the question. For a moment Kuval paused, trying to remember the word. There’d been a woman once who told him, but try as he might it never seemed to stay on his tongue. His pale brow furrowed in thought as he tried to piece it out without the term, “It’s missing it a lot. Like in a bad way. I get really sick if I don’t drink it a lot. I seem to need more than twice what a human does. If there were a way to make these canteens endless, I’d love to know.”

Tossing the second boot, Kuval leaned back against the door to move his hands to the fastenings of these leg traps. His body arches against the framework as he started to pull them down, “I can’t imagine my skin being so weak. Do the clothes really help that much though? They’re just as thin! At the least, I wish it was acceptable for me to be naked if I wanted to be. Thin skin be damned.”

As if to punctuate the curse, he slapped his pants into the pile with the rest of his clothes on top of his bag. Slowly his shoulders began to see, his body resting much more casually against the frame of the door.

Much better, he thought, Much, much better…

Author: Dorian, Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 1:56 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

It was now that he wondered what it must be like to change shape so drastically. As much as he’d like to be able to switch forms with him to know what it was like, he truthfully had no idea how he’d adjust to such a difference. The closest he could compare it to would be bound legs. What was the reverse like? Awkward, surely. He’d had legs his whole life and found himself tripping over them on packed land since his footing had grown so used to shifting sand. Kuval appeared to have made the adjustment well, and he was only a little envious of the observation.

“When the inhabitants aren’t being so insufferable it isn’t too bad of a place to be in. I’d never make the cross over to this continent permanently though, for obvious reasons.” He was a being of magick, he’d never last here with that lingering paranoia. He asked about removing clothes and he shook his head indifferently, “Strip as much as you need to, it makes no difference to me. The dryness is irritating me so greatly I’m sure I won’t be far behind you.” He rested the capped canteen back on the floor.

A smirk lingered at the edge of his lips at the thought of walking around only in boots. That would become problematic quickly with the carnal appetites of people nowadays, himself included. “Your skin isn’t used to it no doubt,” he nodded towards him in indication, “being used to water as much as you are. Is that the reason for the…” He tapped the edge of the canteen and jutted his chin towards the one Kuval still had.

“In any case, yes, I’d say our skin is much more fragile than yours. We aren’t creatures meant for the pressures of water, nor are we insulated. Even with gained weight it hardly does anything useful other than show you have enough coin or stamina to feed yourself.” He brought a hand up and chewed lightly on the nail of his middle finger, still tasting salt. By this point it was his constant state of being, only having use for fresh water to keep himself alive or the inhabitants of his tanks and certain tide pools.

He shifted his finger and pressed the edge of one of his canines against the tip just enough to draw up a pin point of blood before holding his hand out; palm facing the other, “That was barely a nick. Yes, humans are more fragile. Weak.” He sucked the blood from his finger and rolled his shoulders back to remove his hooded jacket, and then worked on the buttons of his shirt underneath. The more he thought about it, the more his skin itched.

Author: oddender, Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 1:25 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Watching the man drink was making Kuval thirsty as well. It wasn’t uncommon, of course, but watching the stretch of his neck as he swallowed just made it all the more apparent. Pulling another canteen free, he down a bit himself before answering.

“You invited me,” he said with a joking smile before shrugging, “I’ve been traveling. With my legs finally doing what I ask of them, it seemed like a good time to go exploring. I’m not sure how I feel about this area though. It’s been interesting, at least.”

Which was the truth. Kuval loved a good adventure almost more than he loved his own safety. Had someone told him that he’d get into a fight if he went, no details included, he still would have come without blinking. That being noted, the word ‘seafood’ sounded in his head again like the heavy tone of a chastising father.

“Do you mind if I take a few layers off? I can’t seem to get used to the feel of it on my skin. It almost hurts,” he admitted, already starting to pull his cloak off. He tossed it gently atop his bag and moved his hands next to his shirt, “I get shoes. Shoes protect the feet, but the rest of this seems superfluous… but I guess you’d look weird if you walked around in only boots.”

But those words brought him around to another thought. Humans, unlike his own kind, had anatomy they wanted to protect beneath their pants. Conditions simply weren’t the same. Sometimes he nearly forgot that newfound part of himself was even there until it acted up. Now definitely wasn’t the time to think about that though. Thinking about it simply lead to it acting up.

“Is human skin more fragile? I think mine is the same as yours on that…”

Author: Dorian, Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 1:09 AM, Post Subject: That Night... [P][R]

Though his eyes were closed and he was uncomfortable from the regeneration happening within his body, he listed to every word Kuval said. With his eyes closed, he pictured him in the waters: a spear of a different sort in his hand. Now that he thought about it, the strength of which he threw it, enough so to pin a man to a wall, shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him. When you spend time living underwater your muscles grow used to the resistance of it. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure how far below the waves the other man dwelled. Hell, if it were near the bottom…Yes, he wouldn’t be quick to forget his strength any time soon. Perhaps that had something to do with why his humanoid form was so much stronger with less softness than that of his natural state.

His nose wrinkled, “They have their uses. When they’re in a group like that though…” He shook his head, even more irritated. With no magick for an unknown amount of time, and his body on the slow and painful mend, he had to accept the fact that any plans he had against Kuval needed to be put to bed. Until next time at least. For now, he had him in his room and there were other useful things he could get from him. Knowledge was more precious than any organic ingredient. And, as stated, he had his strength to consider. Ah well… Still, it was odd sitting and conversing with another person. He wasn’t sure if he liked it, it made him feel naked.

“No doubt they would have had their chance with you had you not dispatched them so quickly. Seafood.” He brought a hand up and scratched through his hair. He needed to bathe, not that he was dirty exactly, but the salt in his hair was becoming irritating and he’d been planning on going to the shore before retiring. So much for that. He wasn’t used to staying dry for so long. ‘you seem to have the ocean in your own veins.’ His hand paused, his eyes barely opening to move to the side to look at his barely exposed wrist. The near black blue lines there were still dead and flat, and his heart lurched… “I have your canteen, don’t fuss.” It wasn’t snapped like he had intended, but his mind was elsewhere.

For emphasis, he reached out his other hand and took up the canteen once more, taking a long drink from it before recapping. The coolness of it was still a blessing down his throat and his eyes closed again, tighter; letting some of the water rest in his mouth before swallowing it down. He looked back at Kuval, his arms wound around his legs and it all seemed too normal. He wasn’t normal, he didn’t do normal things, and that exposing feeling wouldn’t leave, “What are you doing here anyhow?” It was a simple question, but an honest one. Somehow their paths had crossed again, and he couldn’t just take that as coincidence. Temperance flickered in his thoughts once more, and he wondered briefly which of them was the water, and which the wine.