17.Aug.12, 02:57 AM
Charath felt both exhilarated and exhausted as she peeled away from Gugaroth to land safely on the ground. In that moment, she very much fancied the Bronze who had won, and wanted to do little more than curl up with him. So, the suggestion that they sunbathe was appealing to the usually mischievous green. I would enjoy getting to sun with you, she crooned, nudging her nose against the underside of his chin in a clearly affectionate gesture. For the moment, the wild Green had been tamed. She did not want to play, nor torment her bonded. She just wanted to do just as Gugaroth suggested.
Erisi should have likewise been completely happy, but it was more true that he was sated. The lust that had been hiding just underneath the layers of his skin had been coaxed out and satisfied. It was true that it wouldn't be gone for long, but M'bal had certainly does his part in giving Erisi what he wanted. The Weyrling leaned back against the edge of the tub, slumped languidly into the water. He had been worried that M'bal was a little too drunk to do much, but their union had certainly been pleasing to him. Erisi couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if M'bal wasn't drunk off his ass.
It'd probably be longer.
He figured now would be a good time to say something, but for a while all he could do was stare at M'bal, waiting for the bronzerider to make the first move. When he didn't, Erisi took the initiative and drawled a lazy comment, "You're M'bal, right?"
Erisi should have likewise been completely happy, but it was more true that he was sated. The lust that had been hiding just underneath the layers of his skin had been coaxed out and satisfied. It was true that it wouldn't be gone for long, but M'bal had certainly does his part in giving Erisi what he wanted. The Weyrling leaned back against the edge of the tub, slumped languidly into the water. He had been worried that M'bal was a little too drunk to do much, but their union had certainly been pleasing to him. Erisi couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if M'bal wasn't drunk off his ass.
It'd probably be longer.
He figured now would be a good time to say something, but for a while all he could do was stare at M'bal, waiting for the bronzerider to make the first move. When he didn't, Erisi took the initiative and drawled a lazy comment, "You're M'bal, right?"