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27.Apr.21, 04:34 PM
S'far had thought he would be taking things nice and slow as he tried to get back into a dance he'd almost forgotten, but clearly Ista's Weyrwoman had other plans for him. It seemed that he'd opened the flood gates with that kiss and was just along for the ride, hands doing what they could to roam and feel the softness of her skin and just hold on at the same time as her waves of lust crashed into him.
She certainly was assertive, and if he'd had half a brain left to think about all the rumors he'd heard about Casa it would have made sense. Instead he was far too preoccupied with the present moment's pleasure to think about anything else. And he did have to admit there was a nice bit of clarity that came with another round after a Flight than during one. At least S'far had enough presence of mind and life left in him (he refused to think he was as old as Urudith had earlier indicated) to ensure he was an active participant even as Casa took the lead.
It all cumulated in that old but still familiar heady rush that left him groaning softly as he wrapped his arms lazily around the woman, mind still a bit foggy as he tried to sort through things. Did he even care to sort through things? No, no he did not. S'far could tell that his bronze beast was pleased, that he was pleased, and Casa had certainly felt pleased from what he could tell.
Her silly eyebrow wiggle at him made a smirk play at his lips as he huffed out a soft breath of air in amusement. There was still that lingering feeling in the back of S'far's mind that she really was a bit young for his usual tastes, and she was someone else's Weyrwoman to boot. It was becoming increasingly harder to care though as he couldn't help but wonder if he could at least leave her with a more impressive memory of his visit.
"I think I have some things coming back to me," he said with a low rumble as he tightened his arms around her to roll them over. S'far was determined to give her a good and proper show of what he could do and he had may years of experience with more than his fair share of women and so he would use every trick he ever learned. He'd start with showing off that his mouth could do more than just deliver puns and from there it was just a matter of reading what Casa wanted and making sure he could keep up. Was there a high chance he'd pull a muscle? Yes, but that as future S'far's problem. Present S'far as going to make sure they had an excellent memory to think back on.
She certainly was assertive, and if he'd had half a brain left to think about all the rumors he'd heard about Casa it would have made sense. Instead he was far too preoccupied with the present moment's pleasure to think about anything else. And he did have to admit there was a nice bit of clarity that came with another round after a Flight than during one. At least S'far had enough presence of mind and life left in him (he refused to think he was as old as Urudith had earlier indicated) to ensure he was an active participant even as Casa took the lead.
It all cumulated in that old but still familiar heady rush that left him groaning softly as he wrapped his arms lazily around the woman, mind still a bit foggy as he tried to sort through things. Did he even care to sort through things? No, no he did not. S'far could tell that his bronze beast was pleased, that he was pleased, and Casa had certainly felt pleased from what he could tell.
Her silly eyebrow wiggle at him made a smirk play at his lips as he huffed out a soft breath of air in amusement. There was still that lingering feeling in the back of S'far's mind that she really was a bit young for his usual tastes, and she was someone else's Weyrwoman to boot. It was becoming increasingly harder to care though as he couldn't help but wonder if he could at least leave her with a more impressive memory of his visit.
"I think I have some things coming back to me," he said with a low rumble as he tightened his arms around her to roll them over. S'far was determined to give her a good and proper show of what he could do and he had may years of experience with more than his fair share of women and so he would use every trick he ever learned. He'd start with showing off that his mouth could do more than just deliver puns and from there it was just a matter of reading what Casa wanted and making sure he could keep up. Was there a high chance he'd pull a muscle? Yes, but that as future S'far's problem. Present S'far as going to make sure they had an excellent memory to think back on.
