Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
09.Feb.12, 08:29 AM
N'gelt growled deep in his throat, it wasn't a noise of anger, but more one of pleasure. Having woken alone for a week now, which was highly unusual, he was going to enjoy every second of this encounter. I'shan's voice penetrated his lusty haze like a stone, though several moments after he had spoken. He broke the kiss just long enough to growl out a reply to his question. "Your partner for the day."
Letting go of I'shan's hair he ran his hands down the back of his head, the sides of his neck and onto his vest. Grabbing at the buttons on it he leant in and kissed the Bluerider again, undoing the buttons and roughly tugging the vest half off. Impatiently he did the same to the shirt beneath, rough hands running across I'shan's chest and shoulders, pressing firmly down his arms as he pulled the shirt and vest off completely. The clothes barely had time before his own shirt joined it and his hands snapped to I'shan's pants.
N'gelt can do as he wishes, Ilveriath! Saquith hissed, swooping over and landing on top of the dining hall, his wings flared protectively as he tracked Ilveriath. Saquith didn't exactly approve of his rider's manhandling of I'shan, but there was no way he was going to let anyone say anything about it! Down below, N'gelt had stripped them both of their pants and pushed I'shan onto the bed, completely dominating the slimmer man.
magical fade to black and back!
Sitting back N'gelt let out a sigh, a satiated, content sigh. Rolling to the side he flopped down onto his back, his chest heaving with the ecstasy he had just experienced. His breath was somewhat haggard, to which he frowned at, clearly a week was too long and he was slipping out of practise. Shifting he brought his arms up and tucked his hands behind his head, casting a sly glance to I'shan beside him. How had he not had this man in his hut before? He was attractive, that was for sure, and so willing. Brown eyes flicked up and down his body, taking in every inch just as hungrily as his body had not so long ago. N'gelt? Saquith interrupted hesitantly. 'What.' N'gelt growled, of course he would be interrupted in this blissful, silent moment. Nevermind. His voice was high and nervous, as if he had wanted to ask a favour but had encountered an angry parent.
Letting go of I'shan's hair he ran his hands down the back of his head, the sides of his neck and onto his vest. Grabbing at the buttons on it he leant in and kissed the Bluerider again, undoing the buttons and roughly tugging the vest half off. Impatiently he did the same to the shirt beneath, rough hands running across I'shan's chest and shoulders, pressing firmly down his arms as he pulled the shirt and vest off completely. The clothes barely had time before his own shirt joined it and his hands snapped to I'shan's pants.
N'gelt can do as he wishes, Ilveriath! Saquith hissed, swooping over and landing on top of the dining hall, his wings flared protectively as he tracked Ilveriath. Saquith didn't exactly approve of his rider's manhandling of I'shan, but there was no way he was going to let anyone say anything about it! Down below, N'gelt had stripped them both of their pants and pushed I'shan onto the bed, completely dominating the slimmer man.
magical fade to black and back!
Sitting back N'gelt let out a sigh, a satiated, content sigh. Rolling to the side he flopped down onto his back, his chest heaving with the ecstasy he had just experienced. His breath was somewhat haggard, to which he frowned at, clearly a week was too long and he was slipping out of practise. Shifting he brought his arms up and tucked his hands behind his head, casting a sly glance to I'shan beside him. How had he not had this man in his hut before? He was attractive, that was for sure, and so willing. Brown eyes flicked up and down his body, taking in every inch just as hungrily as his body had not so long ago. N'gelt? Saquith interrupted hesitantly. 'What.' N'gelt growled, of course he would be interrupted in this blissful, silent moment. Nevermind. His voice was high and nervous, as if he had wanted to ask a favour but had encountered an angry parent.
