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21.May.22, 10:35 AM
The wedding was beautiful. Amorandii deserved nothing less and T’ryn was so happy for her. She seemed genuinely excited for her big day and over the man she was marrying—his cousin Malarid. He always thought of her like a little sister, which was true with their dads being mated, but now she was also truly a part of the family. T’ryn also couldn’t believe she would be Lady of the Hold when his aunt and uncle stepped down or however it worked with Holds. Thanks to Larnell giving up his claim as heir and running off to the Weyr, Malarid became the next in line above his sisters. He knew Amorandii would flourish in the role of wife and Lady and told her as much after the ceremony when he congratulated her again.
But that was a few hours ago and he was antsy now. He had brought M’quel as his date since Cazan couldn’t travel now thanks to Malvayth’s surprise Flight. He asked if it would be okay if he brought M’quel since she was also a friend of the family and on his next visit to the greenrider’s weyr, he invited her and when he took her from behind pressed against her living room wall, he whispered against her ear how he would show her his kink as he fucked her in the same position in the Hold’s library. Oh, and don’t wear anything under the dress, he ordered and she promised.
Since arriving, they kept giving each other little glances and T’ryn knew M’quel was just as excited as he was and that only turned him on even more. He wasn’t wearing his skin tight red leather pants that day but another pair Cazan had made for him that were slightly looser and black. A more formal pair for such gatherings which also made it easy to change up the look with various shirts. That day he wore one in a deep blue with his bronzerider knots still hanging on his shoulder. He teased Cazan about the pants when he did the final fitting, stating how much easier they would be to get off so he could ravish her. While it was true, the back of his mind also latched onto scenarios like the one he was about to make happen, but at least now his mate knew what he was likely getting up to when he was with a certain someone.
There had been a nice dinner earlier and now everyone was milling about chatting, dancing, and drinking. This was the time where they could slip away without being missed. He had guided M’quel around the large room, making small talk with various relatives and dancing a bit here and there until they were close to the door he knew would lead them to the hallway. He took her hand and gave it a light squeeze and whispered, “follow me, sweetling,” before secreting her away.
He led her down the hall, passing two doors before opening the one he wanted. A quick scan of the room confirmed it was empty and he pulled M’quel inside, quietly closing the door behind them. He then had her pinned up against the door with his mouth pressed to hers in a heated kiss. As their tongues tangoed, T’ryn hiked up the dress until he could run a hand over her core, grinning briefly at finding she had obeyed and wore nothing. Fuck, that was so hot. As was how wet she already was for him as he discovered when he slipped a couple of digits inside to tease M’quel.
“So deliciously slutty, my sweet M’quel,” T’ryn whispered after a nip to her lip when he broke the kiss. They had played together enough over the last five weeks to start knowing comfort limits and the difference between how they viewed each other normally and their bedroom personas with their games. He would never call her a slut or view her in that light normally but as soon as they left that crowd, they were different people having fun and getting each other off. “Never wear underwear again. Understood?” He pressed his thumb against her clit as he asked to encourage the answer he wanted. It would make their secret meetings like this so much easier if there was one less layer to worry about. He had introduced Zelana to the fun of losing her panties and M’quel was quickly going to learn the benefits as well.
But that was a few hours ago and he was antsy now. He had brought M’quel as his date since Cazan couldn’t travel now thanks to Malvayth’s surprise Flight. He asked if it would be okay if he brought M’quel since she was also a friend of the family and on his next visit to the greenrider’s weyr, he invited her and when he took her from behind pressed against her living room wall, he whispered against her ear how he would show her his kink as he fucked her in the same position in the Hold’s library. Oh, and don’t wear anything under the dress, he ordered and she promised.
Since arriving, they kept giving each other little glances and T’ryn knew M’quel was just as excited as he was and that only turned him on even more. He wasn’t wearing his skin tight red leather pants that day but another pair Cazan had made for him that were slightly looser and black. A more formal pair for such gatherings which also made it easy to change up the look with various shirts. That day he wore one in a deep blue with his bronzerider knots still hanging on his shoulder. He teased Cazan about the pants when he did the final fitting, stating how much easier they would be to get off so he could ravish her. While it was true, the back of his mind also latched onto scenarios like the one he was about to make happen, but at least now his mate knew what he was likely getting up to when he was with a certain someone.
There had been a nice dinner earlier and now everyone was milling about chatting, dancing, and drinking. This was the time where they could slip away without being missed. He had guided M’quel around the large room, making small talk with various relatives and dancing a bit here and there until they were close to the door he knew would lead them to the hallway. He took her hand and gave it a light squeeze and whispered, “follow me, sweetling,” before secreting her away.
He led her down the hall, passing two doors before opening the one he wanted. A quick scan of the room confirmed it was empty and he pulled M’quel inside, quietly closing the door behind them. He then had her pinned up against the door with his mouth pressed to hers in a heated kiss. As their tongues tangoed, T’ryn hiked up the dress until he could run a hand over her core, grinning briefly at finding she had obeyed and wore nothing. Fuck, that was so hot. As was how wet she already was for him as he discovered when he slipped a couple of digits inside to tease M’quel.
“So deliciously slutty, my sweet M’quel,” T’ryn whispered after a nip to her lip when he broke the kiss. They had played together enough over the last five weeks to start knowing comfort limits and the difference between how they viewed each other normally and their bedroom personas with their games. He would never call her a slut or view her in that light normally but as soon as they left that crowd, they were different people having fun and getting each other off. “Never wear underwear again. Understood?” He pressed his thumb against her clit as he asked to encourage the answer he wanted. It would make their secret meetings like this so much easier if there was one less layer to worry about. He had introduced Zelana to the fun of losing her panties and M’quel was quickly going to learn the benefits as well.
