In Dragonlust [M'bal]

Jazz been resting in the warm, still waters. she was thankful that it was only a crack within the bone so she was allowed to remove the supportive bandage for baths and sleep. The bandage consisted of two wooden supports semi curved and covered in a medium thickness cotton lining so the wood wouldn't rub her leg raw with thick swaths of fabrics that took a lot of pins to hold it in place. Dragonlust, although it was familiar, to feel it projected with such strength was both exciting and frightening. To feel the lust still tickle at her senses and coil in her stomach was both interesting and threatening. Well... all candidates were told they should get their first experience out of the way before impressing.. and to date, no one really took her interest. Plus she wasn't exactly the easiest person to chat up, especially with her rather short and vile temper.

Drying, dressing and refitting the heavy support, Jazz headed on, figuring that it should be good for a few laughs. Who knows, if he does a good job she may end up seeing if he's up for the casual 'meetings'. Jazz did however know in herself, that she wasn't ready for any kind of relationship so none of those 'bachelors' had to worry. Now she stalked the nearby corridor, flashing a saucy grin to any who took interest. If they understood that hint then they'd get lucky tonight.

This was wrong. So, so wrong. It was winter, but it wasn't cold. M'bal couldn't see his breath pillowing before him in an icy cloud, didn't feel the sting of bitter air on his skin when he rose from the steaming bath. He missed that, felt his body aching for the frozen winters of the north. The south with its tropical, wet winters was foul and it left him acting like a proddy Green.

He rose from the tub of water, flicking at the surface with a distasteful expression. It was no longer steaming like it originally had been and had almost reached room temperature. Not that that was any feat today, it was a very mild day, even verging on warm all things considered. Withholding a grumble he set about towelling himself off, a relatively quick task given he was already dry from the chest up. He sensed Gugaroth's question even before it filtered along their bond. M'bal! Grith is so lovely today, will we chase? An image of the brightly painted Green flashed into his mind, to which he turned an awful sneer at. 'You must be ill Roth. Do you really want to have to clean all that filthy paint off after catching her?' He sent, reaching for his clothes. Nevermind that there wouldn't be time for him to suitably dress and then get to Par'a's hut in time.

A mixture of desire, disappointment and understanding pulsed along their bond as Gugaroth kept himself on the ground, readjusting himself to keep the sun on his wings. Of course... How could I not see? There was a pitiful whining edge to the Bronze's voice. 'Because she would be a lovely catch. If she weren't dripping in slop, of course.' M'bal's words didn't reassure his dragon, who simply sent dismay along to his rider. Pursing his lips, M'bal pondered how to cheer his dragon up. It came to him as he gave his coat a final tug, of course. 'Why don't I find someone to chase for us?' The instant perk in attention and excitement was impossible to miss, M'bal felt Gugaroth's sharp jump upright as the Bronze faced the bathing houses. Oh, that would be good!

It was a little strange, the way Gugaroth took such great pleasure in his rider's pursuits. Almost like a flight in reverse, the Bronze often let himself be overcome by his rider's emotions, watching and encouraging his play. Sometimes he even helped in attempting to court the lovely ladies M'bal set his sights on, playing the cute and cuddly Bronze or the stoic statue of mystery to capture the interest of them. M'bal appreciated the help, a cute 'puppy dog' stare always helped to convince a women closer.

Opening the door of the bathing room he had chosen earlier he took a step forward; right into Jazira. Staring down at the short, fiery woman he frowned. "My apologies," he purred. She was pretty enough, but that cast... What on Pern had she done? It wasn't often Katilians broke or fractured their limbs, especially not a leg. That would render themselves almost useless and a useless person in Katila was a worthless person. She is pretty. Gugaroth commented. The Bronze radiated excitement and approval, inspiring M'bal to take the challenge. He could bed a woman with a cast on her leg, hell, he could bed one with a cast on her groin.

M'bal offered his hand forward to Jazira, a gentlemanly gesture. "I don't believe we've met before. My name is M'bal, what might your's be, fair lady?" His blue eyes flicked up and down her subtly, she didn't seem to be much of a lady from her posture but that didn't matter. Better to stretch the truth and flatter than to lay it out as it were and offend.

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Sorry this took so long. ):

Jazz almost face planted M'bal in chest, only neat moanovering averted the impact and whilst he purred compliments, Jazz if anything felt her cheeks tinge pink as her eyebrow rose. Her a lady? Was he blind or something? Well.. she wasn't going to look a gift runner in the mouth, shards it was nice to be complimented especially as she seemed to have driven most people away. She took his hand in a feather light grip, figuring what the hay.

"Jazira. I'll let you call me Jazz." She grinned cheekily up at him. By the first egg, he was stood head and shoulders above her! Having to tilt her head back a little to look at him, she took in the strong outline of his face, the dancing colour in his eyes that speak of all little forbidden acts he was after. Oddly enough, it didn't bother her, if anything it excited her, wanting to see just how he planned to carry out those acts.

"Planning on doing 'anything'?" She spoke casually, although a glance from semi parted lashes should have been a big enough hint. Subtly was never her strong point. A sledgehammer generally worked better, so drop sledgehammer hints and they just get the idea. Well, here goes nothing she thought quietly to herself, moving closer to him. Well.. this was either going to destroy her rep or make it. Either way, things would never be the same again. 'I hope he's gonna be gentle.' Her thoughts all but whimpered.

~~ OOC: its okay Feather ^^

M'bal noticed Jazira's eyebrow rising up at his words, so she thought of herself as no lady as well. That suited his endeavour, to have to refer to her as such a refined woman would no doubt eventually become tiresome. Raising his hand he brought Jazira's hand to his lips, pressing them gently against it. "It's lovely to meet you Jazira." As she continued to speak it was his turn to raise an eyebrow at her, there was no subtlety in the words she uttered and it was something M'bal was unused to being faced with. While some women tripped over their own feet in their eagerness to have their way with him, he knew who those women were and Jazira certainly wasn't one, nor did she have the hallmarks of one.

"This afternoon? I didn't have any immediate plans." He replied, lowering his hand and releasing hers as he did so. If you could call it a weakness, bluntness was M'bal's. Having spent years speaking with a silver tongue and learning the ways of subtlety, to come straight out and speak like a sledgehammer... he just couldn't do it. He easily masked the mild shock he felt at how forward she was, that was certainly a handy ability to have gained over time.

I like her eyes. Gugaroth noted. M'bal sent a mental questioning frown his way. They are like dragon eyes, many colours. The Bronzerider held back a smile, noticing the flecks of green and gold that his dragon had already noticed and latched onto. He would definitely keep them in mind for later compliments.

"What makes you ask? Do you have a plan?" He asked, choosing to ignore her sledgehammer approach and to stick with a more innocent one. While yes, his goal was to bed her, he wasn't going to be crass about it.

A sly smile played across her lips as his lips brushed the top of her hand but even being somewhat prepared for his action still caused a blush. Male attention was somewhat of an alien concept and getting it even more so. How on Pern she was keeping her cool, she wasn't sure either way she liked this feeling. She felt powerful, in control... and attractive. Which was something she had never felt before. To be attraction was one thing she had never reached at least in her own eyes and here was a male interested in her. Talk about a squee moment!

Her eyes all but sparkled in mischievous and delight. How fitting he had no plans. One part of her wanted cackle but it would be off putting if she had, even if her attempt at a cackle was more like squeaky giggles.

"You could say." She said softly, her voice holding a hint of the giggle she was containing before she turned slightly to rest her back against the wall.

"I suggest you book this afternoon then." She grinned, like tunnelcat that had gotten a meat roll, her eyes practically glowing. Moving in close, she stayed just millimetres from her, letting her fingers walk up his chest, each touch feather light also holding a hint of the nervous she felt although she let none of it display on her face.

"Might wanna get the evening off as well." She added on, letting her voice drop to a low sultry whisper as she let her eyes meet his. Although every word she spoke in context was about as rude as it got, to anyone else walking on the conversion it wouldn't all that rude. Thankfully.

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ooc: eeee i'm having so fun playing this side of her! XD

Her blush caused M'bal to give her a soft and encouraging smile, it was the little things like this that gave him reason to believe she was unused to such actions. New to the realm of romance perhaps? Well, he would certainly make sure she never forgot him.

His blue eyes studied her face as she spoke, there was certainly no mistaking what she wanted, or was aiming to procure. A willing and eager virgin was a rare occurrence within Katila and M'bal certainly appreciated her eagerness. It would make the process easier, so long as she was willing to learn and go with the flow. As she walked his fingers up his chest his gaze dropped to them, causing him to wonder if she was nervous. On the surface she was projecting plenty of self-confidence... But who wasn't nervous when they were doing something new?

"The afternoon and the evening? My, it seems like you have some rather... interesting plans." M'bal commented, letting a hand find its way to sit on the curve of her hip. It was a gentle, almost casual touch, fitting against her hip snugly.

Come on! Gugaroth pushed, sending a mental shove to his rider. Lust and impatience rolled off the Bronze in great waves, threatening to overwhelm M'bal and cause him to have his way with Jazira right there in the hall. But that was not the way to treat a woman, especially one with such a potentially tender wound. Shoving back against the Bronze he growled threateningly to him. 'Be patient or I will go attend the creche.' Gugaroth's resulting whimper and attempt to control his impatience was appreciated by M'bal, he knew the Bronze had no interest in little children and that his lust would in no way be satiated with his rider amongst them.

"Perhaps there is a better place for us to spend the afternoon and potential evening? My hut is no more than a three minute walk from here." He offered, there was no way he would let himself be disgraced by dropping his pants in the hall of the bathing house. While she was most likely located in the weyrfolk hall, M'bal still preferred the idea of his hut more, who knew who would hear them in the hall.

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I'm glad you're enjoying her :D Happy birthday btw :P

She gave a soft laugh, its tone soft almost like velvet with underlaying rumble. His touch on her hip did however cause her cheeks to bloom into a deep, rich red color, and with a thick swallow to force back the nervousness that threatened to escape, she lifted her eyes to his.

"Better to be forewarned and thus armed than not. Wouldn't you agree?" She purred softly, leaning forward just enough that he would feel her against him before she moved away.

"Sounds like an excellent plan to me." She grinned, moving herself back to his side, her frame curving to fit his side as she slid under his arm. All the while her mind ran it self in ever decreasing circles. She was actually going to bed with a man!! If her mother caught her, she'd be in so much trouble, not that the woman could really talk. Jazz knew her mother wasn't faithful to her father not that she could blame the woman. Her father was useless in her eyes, although her mother spoke of her father as a fantastic lover to which Jazz would have often covered her ears to avoid hearing. But today, to join a man in his hut for something she still thought should be reserved for married couples would be an excellent learning tool. After all, there were still parts of the human body she wasn't used to, that she didn't know. This would be an excellent opportunity to work how it affected a person, albeit only in the bedroom but either way it would still be useful.

Jazz grinned as she moved with him, eyes lighting up as different mischievous thoughts crossed her mind, although she held it in, it would hardly be a good idea to act them out in the open. No matter how tempting he was. She glanced behind and caught sight of him. Damn. That ass.


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OOC: Thank you ^^ I can't wait to let Jazz loose on him xD He's gonna be sore xD

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?"

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Tangent about his room oops! XD

She just chuckled softly as he led her away from the bathing hall and out into the open of the 'Weyr'. She wasn't sure but she imagined a weyr being made of stone and being up in the mountains where the bitter cold forever lashed at people, rather than a hot and humid beach like area with wooden huts and dense forests off in the distance. She was about to crack a joke but when his breath fanned her ear, purred words so full of promise and desire, she found her voice had abandoned. Her body reacted to him, the skin along her arms roe up in countless bumps as a warm fuzzy sensation ran down her spine. For some unknown reason she wanted to giggle, playfully bat at him but her body refused to response to her mind which was now running in ever decreasing circle. That was until she decided not to think properly and moved with him. The only other sign of injury she held was a slight limp but otherwise moved fine.

As they approached she could not help but raise an eyebrow. She swore as a candidate they were the raw end of the deal... that or the situation colored her perception of her new 'home'.

"My, what a gentleman." She gave a soft chuckle, moving into the hut carefully after slipping off her shoes. She would hate to responsible for ruining his alarmingly clean floor. She just enough time to catch a quick glance around before he was against her, his hungry breath brushing against her skin as words spoken as though they were instinct, his tone full of the primal desires and hungers she both feared and was in awe of. She moved with him, no arguments, no fighting but same hungry obedience that had brought her seek out a male and come across him.

His questions of her plans just made her to jump all over him right then and there for daring to play coy. But no, she had a much better idea, she had move onto her tiptoes to be near his height and she wanted him to touch, to show how he wanted to be touched... she wanted him to show her but she didn't know how to ask. Instead she paused for a brief moment before she moved in, letting her lips brush against his in a feather like and timid fashion.

"Well... no plans are ever set in stone." She uttered, gazing up at him, "It is a debate between jumping you... or playing it safe and ex-plor-ing." She deliberately slowed her pronunciation, her tongue moistening her lips and semi lidded eyes meet his gaze with cheeks hinted red.

He smiled softly, almost a smirk, as she rose onto her toes, even with that addition of height he still stood at least half a foot above her. This was pleasing to him, smaller women were easier to handle in almost every manner, once they were caught and held of course. Her response was one he had heard often before, after all, such handsome features were destined to create such burning lust within women. Of course, the Greenflight overhead was helping, but mostly by putting the thought into their minds. A Green's lust never inspired much more than that.

"Safe always seemed a bit... boring. Though it does have its merits, at times." He purred, taking her hands and leading her to his bed. With one swift move he swept her up like a babe and placed her gently onto the bed. He leapt up onto the bed, coming to kneel on either side of her with surprising nimbleness. Well, when you did such things so often it made sense they would be almost like second nature, no matter how tall and muscled you were.

"Perhaps we should start safe..." He reached down, brushing his lips across her jaw near her ear, they were soft and smooth. "Explore a little, as you say." His whisper was quiet and throaty at her ear before he pulled back to gaze at her face. Gently brushing some stray strands of hair from her face and then pushing his own hair back.

Shifting slightly he settled himself onto her hips, keeping most of the weight off of her of course, it would do no good to squash her! He trailed his hands up and down her arms lightly, tracing her collarbone and jaw as he did so with a quick sweep of her ear. He was looking for a reaction, was there a spot she would respond to strongly moreso than any other? Everyone had one and it was his mission to find it with each lover he held.

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