Pleasure Kingdoms: Second Attempt

Her moan brought heat to his cheeks, but he smiled in spite of it. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to seem glum." "I guess I just don't have a lot of practice being happy." As she pulled slightly back, his bashful grin and warm eyes met hers. "But I think that's going to change."

Each kiss was a miracle of feeling and emotion. Her lips spoke with the eloquence of a hundred bards, sending his heart to singing with what they said in the smallest of touches. His own spoke as well, trying to express the things he felt since he could never find words grand enough to be worthy of her.

They awoke something in him as well. Something warm and strong, a hot almost hungry feeling that he'd not had before. He could feel it scraping at him, trying to gouge away at his control...and he liked it.

He brushed his tongue against her soft lips, and they parted, eager to allow his exploration. Her tongue met his, and they twirled and chased almost as the two lovers had minutes ago, eagerly holding tightly when they were caught.

His eyes were curious as she slid back, the naughty gleam in her eye both pleasing and a bit alarming. She slid behind him, her arms still about him, her body still pressed torturously, delightfully to his own. Her husky chuckle was loud in his sensitive ears, and it stoked that fiery feeling.

"Ritsuko, what-" Then she took the tip of his ear in her mouth, and his next words were lost in a sudden gasp of shock. He could feel a rush of blood between his legs, under the waterline. His eyes half-closed, a shiver of pleasure going through him. "Oh...ohhhhhhh..." Her arms gripped his tightly, whish was good, since his legs might have given out otherwise. "Ohhh...Goddess...how can you...ohh that feels so good..."

He reached back as best he could, his hands grasping at the sodden material of her robe as he all but writhed in her arms. How could anything feel so incredible? He couldn't feel the coldness of the water, just that ever growing heat from within, a heat he felt was answered in her. "Nnnnn...never imagined...such...pleasure...never felt like this...before..."
 
Lavastine wanted to wait a little longer, for the perfect moment. Yet, deep down she knew she wouldn't be able to hold focus for much longer. Also knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out much more either.

For the moment Lavastine took control once more, wrapping her legs tightly around him to make sure they both wouldn't move to fast to soon, also she didn't want to hurt anymore than she had to.

"Close your eyes m'sweetness."

she whispered softly into his ear, placing both her hands on his face to hold his gaze for a moment. Once he had closed them Lavastine reached for her boot, grabbing the dagger from it. Putting some focus into the blade, making sure it would do no more than just simply cut the flesh.

More than ready for the release that at first Logan denied her of and now she is denying it herself, along with his. Tears of frustration were breaking free as she held the control.
Soon Logan felt the heat of the blade when it made a small cut to his chest, when he flintched from the pain Lavastine did what she could to keep him from pulling away.
Speaking to him in a low, calming voice, moving her hips slightly to make him feel the pleasures that she was providing him. Shortly after the warmth of her mouth was kissing, licking at the cut. Taking the blood that she needed, while the heat of her tongue and lips healed the wound at once.
 
Logan did his best to fight the ever increasing need for release. He listened as Lavastine spoke, and did as she had said. He felt her tighten her legs about his hips, essentially slowing down both of their movements.

He flinched and gasped as he felt the blade cut into his skin. The pain was replaced as Lavastine spoke soothingly, soon to become slightly pleasurable as she began to kiss and lick at the cut.

When he was finally able to speak, his voice was low and hoarse as he let her know he could not hold out much longer. "Lavastine, please.. I can't fight it much longer.. it feels too good."

He tried even in the snug grasp of her legs about him to pick up their pace some as he felt his climax building within to a point where there would be no stopping it. He wanted her to either cum before him or with him and would do all he could to make sure that happened.

He managed to slip a hand between the two of them so that he could play with her clit as they continued to move. He was barely distracted any longer from the wound she had created as the pain faded as she healed it. "I want you to cum with me..."
 
Lavastine smiled as she finished healing the wound, his blood was so sweet she almost wanted more. But, since she wasn't like that, she would take what was needed.

Released the grip of her legs when Logan began to move his hand between them. Gasping when as he started to taunt her clit, causing her quiver all the more underneath him.
Alomost releasing in that instant as she milked and gripped his sex in so much need.
Lavastine layed back down, allowing him the control of the pace. Wanting to kiss him, but wasn't sure how he would feel about the taste of blood, also she was enjoying how his fingers toyed with her clit. Making her writh and arch her back as she became closer to her climax.
 
As Lavastine released her grip on his hips with her legs, he was able to move freely. He kept thrusting deep within her hot sex. It felt so good to feel her muscles tightening around him, coaxing his climax from him.

He continued to play with her clit, wanting to get her there before him. He leaned his head down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue across its puckered surface.

As she arched her back, he would thrust deeper and harder into her. He looked up into her eyes as their lips met, he couldn't resist kissing her at that very moment. As their tongues danced together he could taste the hint of his blood, it only seemed to make his intensity grow as he continued to drive into her.
 
The kiss is broke the hold she had on her own control. Cried out into the kiss as her climax was reached, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tightly close to her.
Moving her hips with his pace wanting to bring him to his release, craving to feel Logan explode his passion within her.
 
As she cried out, and he felt her tighten around him. He lost any control he had left. Logan thrust deep with in her as he felt his own climax hit.

He could feel the heat of his seed as it flowed from him and deep into her. He continued to thrust as hard and deep as he could until he felt his climax subside. He then continued to move slowly as he looked into her eyes and then kissed her again.

He had never until this moment felt anything this good with any of the other girls he had been with. He felt as if he couldn't breathe. He smiled as he moved off od her and lay beside her in the grass.

"Wow.. Lavastine.. " He couldn't think of anything else to say at that moment. He had only hoped that she had gotten the blood she had needed to fight the toxins in her blood. He would have to admit, if ever asked at a later time, that he didn't really remember the pain of the cut, just the pleasure that resulted from it.
 
Shivered hard as she hit another orgasm at his release, the feel of his hot passion seeping into her felt to good. Seemed to have ended all to soon as he pulled out to lay beside her, not wanting this moment to end, but knowing that it had to at some point.

Catching her breath to calm down, her limbs were tingling from all the sensations. Reaching for her cloak, Lavastine curled up next to Logan and covering them both. Even she was speachless at what just happened, never experienced a human quite like this.

As she calmed down she could feel his blood running through her veins, her own heat increasing its healing power. Without much thought Lavastine traced his chest where she had cut him, making sure that there was no scar.

"I hope it wasn't to painful for you.... And thank you... for everything.. specially for a such a wonderful night."
 
Logan smiled as she pulled her cloak over the two of them and wrapped his arm around her as she moved closer. He trembled slightly as she traced the place on his chest where she had cut him. He trembled not from pain, but from the thoughts the sensation sent through him at her very touch.

He looked to her as she spoke and in response kissed her forehead lightly. "No there wasn't enough pain to worry about." He sighed softly in the darkness not really having wanted the time with her to end so soon.

"You're welcome Lavastine, I would do it again if you needed it." He left it unspoken that he would do it all again, every moment if there came a time. "I am glad I could help, in more ways than one." He smiled softly a moment. "I just wish it could have lasted longer."

He held her close there in the darkness, listening to the sounds of her breathing and the forest beyond. He hoped that his blood helped her and left no trace of the toxin untouched. He did not make mention of their imminent return to the others in the camp, he just wanted to stay here for now, until she was ready to go back.
 
Lavastine was feeling exhausted with everything her body had gone through, now after this extra exertion and with the healing power of Logans' blood, it was soon becoming to much.

Her fingers kept mindlessly tracing his chest as she closed her eyes. Wasn't sure if Zarl was asleep or not, but in this moment she was to comfortable and tired to get up.

"Perhaps next time it won't be a need, it will be a want..."

spoke softly in that half sleepy tone, the thought of getting dressed crept in but was gone in the same insant. Just simply worn out from all that has happened.
 
"That sounds good to me." Logan was happy enough to just lay here, he figured a short while longer wouldn’t be a problem. He held her close as their bodies cooled from their activities and the chill of the evening air set in.

He had no idea how long they had actually slept, but the moon had shifted far in it’s nightly travel. He rolled on his side to face Lavastine, he sat there a moment just watching her sleep.

He knew they should return to camp, but he didn’t want to disturb her, he knew she needed her rest as well. They were not totally safe out here in the dark forest. He figured after a time they had been gone a few hours, he reached over and lightly brushed a few strands of hair from her face.
 
Zarl of the Macrai-Itoche (Green)

Zarl looked around, and sat next to Shizura, moving close to her. "Mmm. Cozy, hmm. Sounds fun. But then, if you're really interested in making me cozy, I'm sure we could fin a way...."

He slowly slipped an arm around her, and smiled, giving her a squeeze. "You're very soft, you know..."
 
Shizura listened, a small smile on her young features, as Zarl talked about his jungles. Her chin rested on her hands, her arms in her lap, and her gaze drifted back to the fire again as the Macrai-Itoche continued to speak. The magician girl's smile grew a little as she began to space out.

Horses? Hmm...

I've never had a horse before, but I always liked the animals in the village. And they always seemed to like me. Bees never stung me, and dogs never bit me... people used to say I was blessed... heehee...

...uh?


Her eyes widened as Zarl wrapped an arm around her. She looked up at his suggestion, and he smiled winningly. Squinting one eye, she raised an eyebrow and quirked her mouth to the side, very expressively suspicious. "Oh, brother," she muttered. She cast her gaze to Dreant, wondering if he'd help, but he hadn't seemed to have noticed yet, still musing quietly, and he was a little ways away. "Anyway, saying I'm soft isn't much of a compliment," she remarked, and then discreetly tried to scoot her bottom a little off to the side, out of the monster's reach. "I can't believe I left myself alone with you..."

At that, she pouted a little, her eyes softening. "Speaking of which, what is everyone else doing? They all seem to be gone..." She looked back at Zarl curiously. It didn't occur to her that, if he had tried this yesterday, she would have clobbered him to death with her mace. Instead, she sympathized.

I suppose I understand. Tomorrow, we might all die. Maybe everyone else is feeling that too... I admit, I'm a little scared, though having personal emnity involved in this helps... but I'm not so scared I'd lose my virginity. Humph!

And why's he hitting on ME? He must be getting desperate.

Well, he
is a monster...
 
Zarl of the Macrai-Itcohe (Green)

Zarl glanced out into the darkness, taking a deep breath and pausing a moment to listen. "Well, last time I saw Taren and Ritsuko, they looked like they were ready to have a little fun. I left Eeve there to watch over them. After all, Ritsuko seems to have enemies who want her dead and they might get too,...involved to notice someone sneaking up on them. As for Lavastine and Logan, ehhh,...who knows? They might be off enjoying themselves. At least, I hope so. I told her not to be by herself and I'll be very upset if she went and got herself captured or something..."

He shrugged, and turned to her, scooting up next to her again. "What? You can't believe you left yourself alone with me? Why, I'm appalled. After all, if I was going to rape you, I'd have started already. I mean, if you really don't want my attention I guess you could order me to leave you alone...stay her on the cold, hard, unforgiving ground all night my myself,...."

He looked down at the ground, and then turned to her. "Besides, there's nothing wrong with making a little suggestion of comfort to a beautiful woman, is there? I mean, it's not like you're forced to spoend the night with me by some powers or overwhelming charm, is it? Because I can assure you, I don't have either."
 
Taren and Ritsuko...? Logan and... Lavastine?

Oh... my.


Shizura's cheeks pinkened, and she tilted her head to the side and looked at the ground, running one hand through her long hair with a small trace of awkwardness. She blinked a few times, her features unreadable -- mostly because she herself didn't know what she was feeling. Admittedly, there was a little jealousy; Taren and Logan were both very handsome and very likable. But that wasn't really it; Shizura knew even if either of them had tried to make a similar offer to her, she would have refused, because that was how she was. There was no excuse for envy. So what was this mild feeling of disorientation?

I never would have thought... but I haven't really been paying attention...

She almost didn't notice Zarl scooting closer, so she was a little startled when she looked up at him and heard him speak. Her cheeks pinkened a little more, but she managed a little smile, and when he started complaining about the ground, she actually giggled. "Zarl, I trust you." She flashed him another wry, slightly teasing gaze. "It's probably not a good idea, but I do anyway."

When did I start being able to tease people?

Well, I'm sure I'm still no good at GETTING jokes...


When Zarl finished talking, the magician girl responded with a small blush. "Beautiful woman, huh? Sheesh..." She shook her head once, her cheeks still red. "I don't really think of myself that way, Zarl. I may be eighteen... but I'm just a girl. I'm hoping that through adventuring I'll, oh, how should I put it... develop?" She smiled mildly, her eyes softening. "There are just so many strong women I admire. I'm just impulsive and occasionally stuffy. And as for you?" She shook her head again and looked into the fire.

"Well, you may not have any powers over me, but you know..." Shizura looked back at Zarl's face, and gazed at him with a studious air. "Uh... well, you're very handsome, of course. I... have to admit, I prefer your human form, but there's not... a lot of difference, really. But beyond that... I don't know. It's that smile, Zarl. You'll say something gross, but you'll have this fake-ingratiating, half-teasing smile, like you're -- I dunno -- not really taking it seriously. Though your eyes..." She quirked her mouth down and her cheeks reddened again.

"Well, I've seen your eyes burning."
 
Zarl of the Macrai-Itoche (Flesh)

"Human form?" Zarl raised and eyebrow. "What, this?" His skin changed colors, lightening and blending from its natural green into the flesh tones of the fae. A sharp stabbing pain made him grit his teeth as the change settled in. "Damnit. Well, I won't be changing back tonight. Looks like I've been playing around too much with this today, that hurt."

He reached back, rubbing the back of his head, and he looked Shizura over. "Develop, huh?" He reached out, and quickly took ahold of one of her breasts before she could stop him. He leaned close. "I dunno, Shizura, you seem pretty developed already."
 
When Shizura saw Zarl grit his teeth, her eyes widened and she reached up to touch his shoulder. "Oh, Zarl! Are you alright? You didn't have to do that..." She paused, and looked at Zarl's face, not looking him in the eye but just quietly watching him for a few moments. Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes softened.

I can't pretend he's human. But... he really is very handsome. It's nothing to me... I'm just a little struck...

...because I never noticed before.


If Shizura's thoughts were warm, however, Zarl's were smouldering, and the fact that the magician girl had moved her arm to the Macrai-Itoche's shoulder made it much easier for him to sneak in with one hand and grab her chest, made more inviting by the cleavage revealed by her pulled-low blouse and the tears in the cloth that remained from her fight. The flesh, soft and pliant, easily and supply filled his hand -- as opposed to Shizura herself, who grew very, very stiff.

It was a wonderful split-second that lasted an eternity.

And it was far too short.

"CRUSH PUNCH!!"

Her hand igniting with white energy, the enraged magician girl slammed her fist down on the top of Zarl's head, planting his face deep in the dirt and causing his head to ring. Shizura stayed on her knees, but hugged her chest tightly with a righteous, offended expression. Her technique kiai might've been noticed, but despite her humiliation, she didn't want to draw attention to them -- or perhaps because of it. Though, then again, Shizura didn't seem the type to be afraid of making a scene. "Zarl!" she hissed, her eyes blazing in rage. "What are you thinking!? That's a horrible thing to say!"

"Humph... I ought to hit you again..." Now that the anger had faded a little from her eyes and the fire had lit her features again, it was clear she was blushing deeply. "W-where's your respect, anyway!? I'm a lady..."
 
Zarl of the Macrai-Itoche (Flesh and Blood)

Zarl put his hands under him, oushing himself up into a sitting position. He reached up, finding his nose had decided to act as an egress for all the blood trying to get out of his body. He grimaced, and reached around to poke at the back of his head.

"Yes, you're a lady. And I'm just some monster. Oh no, I'm fine, thank you for acting like you care at all whether you kill me or not."

He sighed, and sat, pulling himself into a more comfortable position and trying to get his head to feel normal again. He grunted. "So, do you want to share what things I'm not allowed to compliment, or should I just go along until you hit me again? By the Destroyer, was that really necessary?"
 
Lavastines' dreams were a little fitful at times. Though after so long she felt the comfort of arms around her, the warmth of another body next to hers. Slowly opened her eyes to the feel of fingers tracing her face lightly, smiling when she relized that Logan was still here.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall to asleep on you like that..... I guess.. the day caught up to me.. Did you not sleep?"

Reluctantly she sat up to take a look around. Hearing how quiet things were, how late (or early) it had gotten.

"Perhaps we should head back to the camp..."

despite her own words, she remained seated as if she wasn't in a hurry to go back. Tonight and this moment brought peace with the days light when we move, there won't be peace in those caves.
 
Shizura's eyes blazed.

"Don't act like you're the offended one here!" she huffed, quietly enough not to disturb anyone but loud enough to show she was distraught. "As if I wouldn't do exactly that to a human man who tried that with me!" The magician girl glared, keeping her arms crossed across her breasts. "There was no 'complimenting' involved, thank you! That seemed like more of an insult than anything else; you don't even have enough respect for me to... to control yourself... around me..."

Strangely, her anger seemed to be fading rather quickly. Maybe she was just too tired to be righteous, even despite the attack on her virtue.

She turned her head away, so he wouldn't see her eyes soften.

"...look, you may not understand... but this sort of thing is... important to me. I guess you're trying to tell me, in your monster sort of way, that you think I'm special; that's nice of you. But I'm not quite ready to be... uh... that easygoing, I guess." She paused. "This just may not make any sense to you -- I don't know. But please try to understand... because...

...if you pull that again, I'll clobber you twice more!"
 
Zarl of the Macrai-Itoche (Flesh)

He scoffed. "Is not a compliment showing one's admiration of another's traits? I'm sorry if I don't find some areas of life quite as 'sensitive' as you. You know, that's always been the thing that's confused us about the Fae. It's a completely natural part of life. Animals do it, monsters do it, and even you have to eventually or there'd be none of you left. I've even seen you coaxing animals who have no interest in one another to breed for your own purposes, but you all act like it's something that's never supposed to be talked about or even acknowledged publicly."

He laughed. "Unless you're in a tavern, drunk."

He wiped at the blood on his face, licking it up, savoring the taste. "And I'm not trying to show you're special. Perhaps you don't understand this, but the entire way of life for my people is based on rape. The females have to rape our males, and the males try to rape anything that isn't one of our females. I have an interest, true, but I have that same interest in every female fae and the females of several species of monsters."

He got to his feet, brushing himself off. "No, the fact that I decided to quest with you shows I think you're special. Probably one of the few Fae who doesn't think to kill me before trying to talk with me. That's probably the biggest compliment I could give you: Going along with you, even after you try to beat the Hell out of me. Because I know that you're not actually trying to kill me."

He looked around, and sat down again, sveral feet from her. "And I am controlling myself. I'm controlling myself more than you could ever imagine. It's pure comtrol that keeps me from killing each of you as soon as you stop lookng at me. It's pure control that keeps me from overpowering you, and Eeve, and Ritsuko, and having my way with each of you. You have no idea the things I carry around,...in here," he tapped the side of his head.

"The things that I have to live with, every day, to control, to master. It's like having two minds, always fighting, every minute of every day, all for control. If the darkness wins, I turn into a simple monster, a beast of my own desires and needs. So I fight, every day, just so I can remain myself. I have to fight against becoming a monster. Fight against the world that screams out for my blood, calling me a terrible monster just because I'm not like them, and fighting against this,...thing inside me, that wants nothing more than to bow down to the will of the world and become what they think I should be, what they feel is my place."

He sighed, and shook his head, lying down on the ground. "Don't talk to me about how I control myself. You could never even comprehend the control I have to fight to exercise."
 
Logan smiled slightly at her apologies. “It’s alright I fell asleep too.” He sat up next to her. “Maybe we should, but I am sure everything is ok. I’m actually a pretty light sleeper and I haven’t heard any noises to be concerned about.”

He was thankful when she made no moves to get up, he was perfectly happy sitting here in the dark with her. “The others are probably even sleeping; it has to be pretty close to just after midnight.”

He wasn’t sure of the exact time that had passed, but was usually a good judge of passing time, so figured he was pretty close in his assessment.
 
Lavastine thought she heard Zarl and Shizura's voice, could have sworn she heard the mage yell something, though it was to quick to be heard or understood. Even with Lavastines' elven ears. Yet, nothing more seemed to have come from it so she didn't think anything more of it.

Smiling when Logan admitted that he fell asleep as well, finding some comfort in the thought of being rude or something.

"Aye, your probably right. I haven't heard much either, to be concerned about anyway."

at most she figured that Zarl tried to pull something and it backfired on him. The females in this group were so.... so... unreal? ... to lavastine, she didn't think she could ever understand them.

Shook the thought from her mind as she turned to look at Logan, in the same movement she brought their lips together into a soft kiss.
 
He was about to speak when she kissed him again. He was pleasantly surprised and returned her kiss with out a second thought. Things in the forest around them were quiet, except for the stirrings of a few of the areas natural wildlife.

He smiled as the kiss finally broke. “You know I never thought… never thought you’d be interested in me in any way. I know part of this was brought on by your need and my ability to help heal you.” The blush on his cheeks would have been more apparent if it had been daylight.

“But I am glad it happened, even if that is what brought it about and since it is quiet, I am perfectly happy to stay right here with you for awhile. I am sure the others won’t mind.” He shrugged, “Well maybe Zarl might. I know you say you two are not in that type of relationship, but it still does concern me some.”

Logan lapsed into silence and just looked upon her; the clouds above were moving swiftly, he could smell rain in the air. He sighed softly as the clouds above parted briefly, letting moonlight sift through the darkness. “I’d love to stay here all night, but sadly the breeze carries the scent of rain, we should go back and warn the others.”

He had always had a better sense of smell especially in the darkness; he had always attributed it to his shape shifting ability. He usually had a good reputation for predicting oncoming rains.

Logan grabbed his disgarded pants and slipped them on as he stood. He looked to Lavastine and offered her his hand. "The storm is moving fairly quickly by the clouds, our trip to the caves may come sooner than planned, even if it is only to seek shelter."
 
Took his hand and stood up a bit reluctantly of going back right away. Letting his words sink into her thoughts while she got dressed once more.

"You interest me in ways I can not explain. I've never met a human quite like you before. Humans run away from, well, most everyone does. They fear me for what I am, the color of my skin, the race of the demon side in me."

"But, you.. you never showed that fear. If you did fear me in the slightest moment, i never sensed it. Normally I would have used that fear to my advantage, with you I didn't have to. That is what caught my attention and desire for you."

Smiled showing a little hint of shyness in her words, never thought she would express her feelings such as she just did.

"Anyway, your right, the rains will pick up shortly we should head back."

"And as far as Zarl, I'm sure he wouldn't mind, though he might be a bit worried as to where I am. Not knowing that I'm with you after he told me to not wonder off alone."

putting on her cloak while stepping up towards Logan to give him one last kiss before they returned.
 
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