743.05.21 | A New Flavour

The wedding was beautiful. Amorandii deserved nothing less and T’ryn was so happy for her. She seemed genuinely excited for her big day and over the man she was marrying—his cousin Malarid. He always thought of her like a little sister, which was true with their dads being mated, but now she was also truly a part of the family. T’ryn also couldn’t believe she would be Lady of the Hold when his aunt and uncle stepped down or however it worked with Holds. Thanks to Larnell giving up his claim as heir and running off to the Weyr, Malarid became the next in line above his sisters. He knew Amorandii would flourish in the role of wife and Lady and told her as much after the ceremony when he congratulated her again.

But that was a few hours ago and he was antsy now. He had brought M’quel as his date since Cazan couldn’t travel now thanks to Malvayth’s surprise Flight. He asked if it would be okay if he brought M’quel since she was also a friend of the family and on his next visit to the greenrider’s weyr, he invited her and when he took her from behind pressed against her living room wall, he whispered against her ear how he would show her his kink as he fucked her in the same position in the Hold’s library. Oh, and don’t wear anything under the dress, he ordered and she promised.

Since arriving, they kept giving each other little glances and T’ryn knew M’quel was just as excited as he was and that only turned him on even more. He wasn’t wearing his skin tight red leather pants that day but another pair Cazan had made for him that were slightly looser and black. A more formal pair for such gatherings which also made it easy to change up the look with various shirts. That day he wore one in a deep blue with his bronzerider knots still hanging on his shoulder. He teased Cazan about the pants when he did the final fitting, stating how much easier they would be to get off so he could ravish her. While it was true, the back of his mind also latched onto scenarios like the one he was about to make happen, but at least now his mate knew what he was likely getting up to when he was with a certain someone.

There had been a nice dinner earlier and now everyone was milling about chatting, dancing, and drinking. This was the time where they could slip away without being missed. He had guided M’quel around the large room, making small talk with various relatives and dancing a bit here and there until they were close to the door he knew would lead them to the hallway. He took her hand and gave it a light squeeze and whispered, “follow me, sweetling,” before secreting her away.

He led her down the hall, passing two doors before opening the one he wanted. A quick scan of the room confirmed it was empty and he pulled M’quel inside, quietly closing the door behind them. He then had her pinned up against the door with his mouth pressed to hers in a heated kiss. As their tongues tangoed, T’ryn hiked up the dress until he could run a hand over her core, grinning briefly at finding she had obeyed and wore nothing. Fuck, that was so hot. As was how wet she already was for him as he discovered when he slipped a couple of digits inside to tease M’quel.

“So deliciously slutty, my sweet M’quel,” T’ryn whispered after a nip to her lip when he broke the kiss. They had played together enough over the last five weeks to start knowing comfort limits and the difference between how they viewed each other normally and their bedroom personas with their games. He would never call her a slut or view her in that light normally but as soon as they left that crowd, they were different people having fun and getting each other off. “Never wear underwear again. Understood?” He pressed his thumb against her clit as he asked to encourage the answer he wanted. It would make their secret meetings like this so much easier if there was one less layer to worry about. He had introduced Zelana to the fun of losing her panties and M’quel was quickly going to learn the benefits as well.

M’quel had never been to such a grand event! She had met most of the family at some point or another, of course, usually accompanying A’tay before she had Impressed Zezeth, but she hadn’t really seen anyone since; too busy keeping her dragon alive and doing her various lessons. Despite that, or perhaps because of it, she’d never seen anything as grandeur as the wedding of B’jin’s daughter and R’nd’s nephew. The bride – who looked every part the striking Lady – was impossible to miss, with the way she’d glided in to join her beau and take part in some fancy Holder traditional ceremony. M’quel had beamed when the young woman threw herself at her husband in joy after it was done, before she’d run off to throw herself on her father and step-father. M’quel was pretty sure that wasn’t tradition, but everyone seemed to take it in stride.

All things considered (like the fact that she was B’jin’s daughter) the young Lady-to-be was very calm and collected through it all, M’quel thought, biting her lip to keep from saying anything as she was swept away by T’ryn to meet and greet, and dance. M’quel thoroughly enjoyed the dancing, and likely could have forgotten about the promise T’ryn had made her, if not for two things: the heated little looks he gave her that made her burn with desire, and the foreign feeling of not wearing underpants to cover herself… Because she hadn’t wanted to ride her dragon (or go between) without panties on, M’quel had arrived at the destination in riding leathers, and had changed in a spare room before the whole thing started.

M'quel felt stunning in the gown she’d had commissioned after T’ryn had invited her. It was fairly simple, since she hadn’t had the money or the time available for it to be heavily beaded or embroidered, but it had been expertly, though the seamstress was a bit worried about how revealing it all was until she realised M’quel was a dragonrider. Apparently, that soothed her worry, which M’quel found bemusing. The dress itself was basically two pieces of deep red material, tied together over her shoulders, and woven together loosely down the sides, leaving long splits on each side of her leg. She wore a pair of cute but low high-heels to complete the look, her hair loose and falling around her shoulders.

Having eaten, and holding a small glass of wine, M’quel had escaped from the dancing with breathless laughter; she’d managed to be captured by almost all of T’ryn’s family at one time, though she’d most enjoyed dancing with A’tay and gushing with her best friend about how Amorandii’s wedding was basically one of Rhaedalyn’s stories come to life. M’quel turned with an indulgent smile when she felt someone touch her elbow, expecting another request for a dance, but found herself looking up into T’ryn’s heated gaze. Her lips parted slightly, and a hot flush darkened her already pink cheeks. She set her wine aside, letting T’ryn capture the now empty hand, and she followed him, trembling just slightly from need and excitement, as he led them to their escape; M’quel didn’t so much as glance back as she slipped out behind him.

M’quel barely had a chance to breathe as they entered the library, glancing around curiously before all she could see was T’ryn leering at her hungrily as he pressed her against the door. M’quel parted her lips, eagerly accepting the heated kiss and moaning softly into it. Her breath hitched as a flutter of soft breeze caressed her as her dress was pushed side, before she moaned into T’ryn’s mouth as his fingers entered her. She spread her legs more, rolling her hips encouragingly, biting down on his bottom lip as he pulled away. “Never?” She whispered, eyes wide as she stared up at him, but mewled as he worked her, so she nodded her head almost empathically – anything to make sure he didn’t stop touching her.

“Never,” T’ryn repeated, mischief dancing in his eyes as his fingers kept drawing the delightful noises from M’quel. “Of course, you can always just start greeting me nude on your ledge and really save us some time.” He was grinning, teasing more than anything else but knowing what he knew of his friend, she was going to do exactly that next time. It was too easy to picture her skipping out to meet him in such a way but he’d no doubt still be surprised the first time it happened. Truthfully, he’d noticed how M’quel almost always wore pants since Impressing since it made riding easier and likely made her movements around the infirmary easier as well. Going without underwear while wearing pants wouldn’t really give him the easy access he was used to thanks to past secret lovers still wearing dresses. He almost withheld that information until later when playtime was over but figured he could word it like an order for her own arousal. “Never wear underwear when you’re in a dress and there’s a chance we’ll cross paths, sweetling. It will make it easier to fuck you where we shouldn’t be.”

Another grin and T’ryn brought his fingers slick with her juices to M’quel’s mouth so she could clean them before they were pulled away and replaced with his tongue. As they kissed, T’ryn guided her hands to the fly of his pants, knowing M’quel got a thrill out of freeing his cock—though normally it involved her giving him head immediately after. But this time he kept her pinned against the wall, mouths locked together, with only her ability to stroke him still accessible. He was already hard, aroused from what they were doing and M’quel shedding some of her modesty for his fetish that night so he didn’t waste more precious time with foreplay.

Breaking free of M’quel’s mouth and touch, T’ryn spun her around and had her brace against the wall in the promised position he said he’d take her in at the Hold’s library. When she was properly on display and the dress pushed aside, T’ryn stepped in close, slipping his erection deep within and shuddering at the feel of it and let out a long blissful sigh. After revelling in that sensation a moment longer, T’ryn set a hard driving pace and ordered M’quel to rub her clit as well to increase the pitch of her mewls of pleasure and help push her to the edge. Sneaking around for sex was quick and dirty, nothing fancy with build ups and teasing; just a good fast fuck to get off with.

T’ryn wasn’t sure what all he whispered during the act though he was fairly confident he had called them both filthy sluts and listed other places he wanted to take her in. He brushed aside her hair to nip at the crook of her neck when she came. Whatever else he may have said, he did know he praised her as he climaxed soon after with, “you’re so fucking hot, M’quel, and made for these games.” He pulled out and spun her around once more so they could properly celebrate that shared moment with another searing kiss.

Normally he and his lover would have righted themselves and returned to the crowd but he was still rock hard and aching with need. Despite what he had been getting up to with M’quel from the lake to her ledge, it didn’t hit the spot quite like this had and he wanted more. They hadn’t been gone too long so they wouldn’t be missed just yet, right? “Let’s risk it,” he said aloud, forgetting she hadn’t been in on his inner struggle about time and being smart about what they were doing. He could just have her blow him and while he knew she would enjoy it, he wanted M’quel to have as much fun as he was getting so he took her hand and nodded in the direction of a couch.

“I can’t go back out there in this state. You’ll take a quick ride and then if you ask nicely, I’ll help clean you up how you like it,” his free hand brushed against her cunt and then her mouth in a silent reminder of what he had in mind. “Assuming there’s time. Maybe we’ll dance in front of everyone with the proof of our slutty wicked Weyr ways dribbling free.”

A breathless sort of giggle came free from M’quel as T’ryn suggested she greet him naked on the edge of her weyr. She could certainly do that, and even as she rolled her hips and moaned softly against his ear, her own hands dipping under the hem of T’ryn’s shirt, tugging it up so she could set the palms of her hands against the bare warmth of his skin. Another soft moan was released into T’ryn’s ear, and she gasped something that probably equated a promise to not wear things under her dresses when they were likely to end up together. They hadn’t even fucked yet, in the library of his aunt’s home, and M’quel could already see the appeal T’ryn had for such trysts. It was… intoxicating.

M'quel sucked T’ryn’s fingers as they were pressed to her lips, her green eyes staring brightly back into his; the time between sucking his fingers clean and finding herself spun around and pressed against the wall seemed to be impossibly small, and she mewled helplessly, legs spread invitingly as she felt the wet heat of her cunt throbbing with anticipation. She wasn’t left pining for long before he was thrusting into her, and M’quel moaned in satisfied lust as he filled her, thrusting, and she found herself teetering on the edge of an orgasm long before she would have expected it. She fell off the edge, coming with a soft cry as T’ryn continued to whisper filthy words in her ear while pounding into her, her fingers working over her clit. She didn’t have time to even acknowledge her trembling limbs and sobbing breath before she was spun around again, feeling empty where a few moments ago T’ryn’s cock had filled her, but she responded to the kiss with equal heat.

M'quel blinked owlishly when he spoke, her lips parting just slightly to ask what he meant, when he was suddenly leading her towards a small couch and M’quel’s gaze shifted down to his crotch as he spoke. Her eyebrows arched, playfully, and she was going to say something suitably quippy and teasing when he touched against her again, and her thoughts scattered. Her legs spread unconsciously as she licked at the fingers suddenly before her lips, her eyes hazy with lust that was still sweeping over her in soft, languid waves. It took several moments, in which T’ryn had settled himself on the couch, for his last words to really click in M’quel’s mind, and she stared down at T’ryn at what could only be described as horror, her face both losing colour, and flushing in mortification at the idea.

M’quel didn’t know much of what her limitations where, she was learning as much as T’ryn was from their times together, but she knew as she stood there, thinking about what he had said, that one had definitely been found. As she stared down at T’ryn, one hand still in his, she could see his confusion at her sudden change in mood, his frown as he went over what had been said and done in the last few moments to issue such a change, and his sudden expression of understanding and… M’quel didn’t even know what all those emotions were, that flittered across his face, but she knew one thing – he understood, and he wouldn’t push her to so any such thing.

Before he could speak, and before their game could be any further interrupted by either of their overactive minds, M’quel closed the last bit of distance between them, giving T’ryn a gentle push with her free hand in the centre of his chest, forcing him to lean back against the couch. She dropped the hand she had still been holding, and stared down at him hungrily; still dressed, still ridiculously polished, lounging back on the chair like some regal Weyrleader waiting for his latest toy to come and take care of the erection standing proudly on display. M’quel dropped to her knees between his legs, her hands resting on his thighs, and she leaned in to trace her tongue slowly and tauntingly from where T’ryn’s pants parted, to the very tip, swirling her tongue, her gaze fixed on T’ryn’s blue eyes.

She kept this up, her eyes sparkling with mischief and defiance, just long enough to (hopefully) prompt him to punish her next time they met up, for so clearly going against what he’d instructed her to do. Standing up, M’quel climbed onto the couch, her knees on either side of T’ryn’s hips, and hovered over his lap as she leaned forward, pressing her hand to his chest again, capturing his lips in a kiss as her other hand reached between them to grasp him gently, holding him as she impaled herself, lowering herself as her head tilted back, a moan on her lips and her hips rolling before she picked up the same hard pace T’ryn had used earlier, balancing herself on her knees, hands pressed one against T’ryn’s chest, and one on his shoulder, fingers clenching.

He knew what he had said and saw the mischievous gleam in her eyes, but T'ryn would have been happy with M'quel simply sucking him off. Her teasing flicks of the tongue had his eyelids fluttering and he would have held her in place and fucked her mouth but M'quel had other plans. His plan, technically. Curse his past self for the idea. But once M'quel was seated, T'ryn was fine with past decisions. Very fine. The pace was just as frantic as before and T'ryn took extra delight in watching M'quel's face and the positive expressions she showcased.

When it felt like they were getting too loud, T'ryn pressed a finger to M'quel's lips, grinning at her when she sucked the digit into her mouth. He never would have pegged her for being so playful and wild with sex but he was certain that could be said about him, at least before the lakeside and her ledge happened. His other hand slid down M'quel's body so he could rub at her clit and he chuckled as teeth scraped at his finger still in her mouth. Their orgasms were nearly atop each other when they hit and once again he replaced his finger with his mouth for a searing kiss as they came down from the high.

"And that is my kink," T'ryn whispered with a little smile as they repositioned so M'quel sat beside him. Her dress was still askew which made it all the easier to slip his hands between legs that parted slightly for him. "If you had fun, I wouldn't mind doing that again," he lifted his fingers to M'quel's mouth, letting her lap and suck as she desired. They were in a weird place between their personas but T'ryn didn't want to risk being caught by going through their usual routine and blended chatting with cleaning. Thinking back on Casa and Zelana, they never really did anything like this. A quick fuck and part ways. But that was sort of what their relationships had been built on. M'quel was a dear friend he was exploring new things with and had a different outlook on everything than the other two. At least, that was how it seemed to him. Maybe he owed Zelly an apology for how he was in the past? Later. He needed to check in with M'quel first.

"I say a lot of things in the heat of the moment that I don't mean, Madi," but he did keep helping her tidy up as promised. "I'm sorry I went too far with the dancing comment. I had a very outlandish lover a while ago and she loved hearing such things and did them as well. I'm trying to be better about that and would never make you do anything you didn't want." What he had with M'quel would never be what he had with Cazan but one thing that he did appreciate and love in both relationships was the talking--and the listening. They were both wonderful women and he was lucky to know them both.