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06.Jun.12, 10:01 AM
Jazira's blush brought a deep, satisfied smile to M'bal's face. She was definitely ripe for the picking, even with all her big talk. He would show her how to be handled as a woman.
"Forewarning is not a common thing in the realm of dragonriders my dear," he pointed out. "To have even the slightest inkling is always in one's favour." There was no doubt in M'bal's mind that dozens of Blueriders and at least a scattering of Brownriders were caught and lost in their desire as Grith pummelled the skies, with not a single second of forewarning from their lustful boys. This train of thought earned M'bal a wave of dismay and annoyance from his Bronze, he was meant to be conducting his own chase not thinking of the painted mess above!
He let Jazira slip in against his body without a word. While he would have preferred to offer his arm for her to latch onto, their height difference probably made it wiser to walk in this fashion instead. His arm slipped around her shoulders and held her firmly, offering subtle support should she need any given her injured leg. M'bal made sure not to let his gaze fall upon it, it was a temporary situation just as much as this endeavour was, he was to make Jazira feel amazing beyond what she thought possible, not bring her focus to her hindrance.
"Let us be on our way then," he purred close to her ear. His breath was warm and light, hopefully she was not ticklish or many light gestures such as this would be laid to waste. Gently he steered her towards the most appropriate exit of the bathing houses, then guided her through the huts to where his stood tall. It was a picture of perfection amidst the rough and tumble huts, M'bal had spent many an hour working to perfect his home to the level of cleanliness that he and his dragon upheld with their own appearances.
Opening the door he stood slightly to the side and swept his arm before them. "Ladies first," he offered with a gentle smile. Always a chivalrous man to those he courted, M'bal knew the gestures like the back of his hand. Once Jazira had entered his home he followed closely behind her. The door clicked shut and his breath was hot on her neck. He towered over her, with his body ever so lightly against her own. "Welcome to my home. I do hope you enjoy your stay, my dear." His voice was deep, a little rough at the very tip though predominantly sultry and velvety.
With soft and gentle touches he guided her to the bedroom from behind, closing the open door behind them. Inside it was luxurious, especially so by Katilian standards. The large bed was covered in several varieties of high quality furs, with a light, semi-transparent weave falling from the four poster frame. While it was practical in keeping the tropical bugs away, M'bal felt it had a rather mysterious and seductive air about it, particularly with the rich red shade it was woven in. There were other carefully and hand-crafted items throughout the room; two ornate bedside tables, a wide wardrobe and two chests. There were also two tapestries, one of Telgar Weyr with a myriad of dragonwings assembled above it, though the glowing gold of the queens' wing was hard to miss. The other was of a Bronze dragon, Gugaroth as he had reached adulthood. With vivid navy eyes it was clear that the person who had captured the likeness of M'bal's Bronze knew exactly how to flatter and evoke emotion in their work.
Whether Jazira would have time or even care to notice these details, not to mention the absolute state of clean the room was in, M'bal didn't know and wasn't entirely sure if he cared. Of course, when others noticed how meticulous he was with his things, how well cared for they were, it typically reflected well upon himself and resulted in flattery that he 'humbly' accepted. His hands touched hers gently, running up her arms slowly, teasingly. "So, Jazira," he whispered throatily. "How did those plans of yours start?"
Tangent about his room oops! XD
"Forewarning is not a common thing in the realm of dragonriders my dear," he pointed out. "To have even the slightest inkling is always in one's favour." There was no doubt in M'bal's mind that dozens of Blueriders and at least a scattering of Brownriders were caught and lost in their desire as Grith pummelled the skies, with not a single second of forewarning from their lustful boys. This train of thought earned M'bal a wave of dismay and annoyance from his Bronze, he was meant to be conducting his own chase not thinking of the painted mess above!
He let Jazira slip in against his body without a word. While he would have preferred to offer his arm for her to latch onto, their height difference probably made it wiser to walk in this fashion instead. His arm slipped around her shoulders and held her firmly, offering subtle support should she need any given her injured leg. M'bal made sure not to let his gaze fall upon it, it was a temporary situation just as much as this endeavour was, he was to make Jazira feel amazing beyond what she thought possible, not bring her focus to her hindrance.
"Let us be on our way then," he purred close to her ear. His breath was warm and light, hopefully she was not ticklish or many light gestures such as this would be laid to waste. Gently he steered her towards the most appropriate exit of the bathing houses, then guided her through the huts to where his stood tall. It was a picture of perfection amidst the rough and tumble huts, M'bal had spent many an hour working to perfect his home to the level of cleanliness that he and his dragon upheld with their own appearances.
Opening the door he stood slightly to the side and swept his arm before them. "Ladies first," he offered with a gentle smile. Always a chivalrous man to those he courted, M'bal knew the gestures like the back of his hand. Once Jazira had entered his home he followed closely behind her. The door clicked shut and his breath was hot on her neck. He towered over her, with his body ever so lightly against her own. "Welcome to my home. I do hope you enjoy your stay, my dear." His voice was deep, a little rough at the very tip though predominantly sultry and velvety.
With soft and gentle touches he guided her to the bedroom from behind, closing the open door behind them. Inside it was luxurious, especially so by Katilian standards. The large bed was covered in several varieties of high quality furs, with a light, semi-transparent weave falling from the four poster frame. While it was practical in keeping the tropical bugs away, M'bal felt it had a rather mysterious and seductive air about it, particularly with the rich red shade it was woven in. There were other carefully and hand-crafted items throughout the room; two ornate bedside tables, a wide wardrobe and two chests. There were also two tapestries, one of Telgar Weyr with a myriad of dragonwings assembled above it, though the glowing gold of the queens' wing was hard to miss. The other was of a Bronze dragon, Gugaroth as he had reached adulthood. With vivid navy eyes it was clear that the person who had captured the likeness of M'bal's Bronze knew exactly how to flatter and evoke emotion in their work.
Whether Jazira would have time or even care to notice these details, not to mention the absolute state of clean the room was in, M'bal didn't know and wasn't entirely sure if he cared. Of course, when others noticed how meticulous he was with his things, how well cared for they were, it typically reflected well upon himself and resulted in flattery that he 'humbly' accepted. His hands touched hers gently, running up her arms slowly, teasingly. "So, Jazira," he whispered throatily. "How did those plans of yours start?"
Tangent about his room oops! XD
