Quietly Sensual [Open, green flight]

Rilaleeyth flourished under the attention she received. Her crowd was tiny, it always was, but they paid homage to her wonderfully and made up for the difference in draw when compared to her sisters with more amiable riders. She hated that only one could ever win at a time. It felt so wrong to deny such lovely males that knew her worth! Like the sweet blue that greeted her with a gentle caress to her mind. She adores Aveleth; he was like a kindred soul that knew the torments of having such a spirited rider that followed his own rules. As a reward for being so loyal and always following her, Rilaleeyth sharply turned and came back around on her trail, flying over Aveleth and diving for the ground. She teased with her close manoeuvre and brushed only his mind as well, Catch me again, Aveleth. I know you can, my beautiful blue!

Her voice was a gentle laugh as she continued her descent before pulling up and leading the males back to the open space of the twilight sky. She loved this time of night; her bright hide, while muted in the fading light, took on fun colours when the sky turned from blue to orange to pink. As she made her way zig-zagging above the weyr, her strong protector was spotted, though she had heard his claim long before. While she adored Aveleth and felt free around him, Tyrrisath was her protector, the one that was always there beside her to keep her safe and comfort her during the bad times. Prove that I do, Tyrrisath! She challenged with glee, enjoying the boost of courage that came during flights. She would easily give herself over soon to the male that proved he wanted her the most and submit utterly to him but a little taunting and tempting never hurt!

A quick glance back showed one of the blue weyrlings had joined in. He was doing rather well though she didn’t think he’d be a match for the two that seemed to fly her the most. Still, Rilaleeyth crooned her encouragement, flattered by his attempt to win her. He was so adorable and tiny!

“Well that was rude,” J’ver pouted at Z’ia and then at the window Talian dove out, abandoning the scene of what would surely be entertaining soon enough. He’d have to remember to find the Healer later on for the salve, and likely some numbweed as well if the winner was in an extra feisty mood. Given Tyrrisath’s boisterous entrance, J’ver knew if S’kef won he’d be sore for days. A shiver ran down his spine as the now neatly folded shirt was set on a chair J’ver’s rapidly fogging mind deemed safe enough.

Fingers fumbled with his pants, attempting to at least save the clasps before he was roughly stripped, but gave up as his sweet green’s seductress nature appeared. J’ver sauntered closer to Z’ia and ran his hand approvingly down the toned body. He didn’t much care for the man but he was a good lay and wouldn’t be an eyesore to wake up to. “Yes… are you still worthy of a win?” J’ver taunted in time with Rilaleeyth before stepping back which ended up being a good thing as S’kef burst into the room. Nothing was said in return though the lust he was lost in amplified the feelings he held for the brownrider and J’ver nearly threw himself at the man that could hurt him as easily as he pleasured. He resisted, however, knowing the game wasn’t over just yet and he still needed to be claimed by the one that proved his desire was strongest.

There was an excitement J’ver could never shake when he was surrounded by men motivated by such primal needs. It was dangerous but arousing and pale blue eyes that were both seeing and unseeing took in every man that crowded in closer. He welcomed them with a beckoning finger as he stepped lightly backwards until his back met the wall.