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Post by S'ren and Kasalith on Jul 12, 2010 19:58:54 GMT -5
It was hot. So hot, in fact, that his entire outfit now clung to his petite frame. His tanned skin glistened with the streams of light filtering in from beyond the barrack doors. A glistening line of sweat streamed down S'ren's brow into his eyes and he blinked it away. Positioned on his hands and knees, he navigated through the tiny niches within the weryling barracks, cleaning all the webs and debris away for the newcomers. It was a difficult job, one he knew wasn't his to complete, but he wished to make himself useful. Especially during the Queen's flight which was affecting him more than he dared to admit.
He had awaken only thirty minutes before with his hands pressed uncomfortably between his thighs and his head thrown back as dragonlust filled his loins and made him wild. He had fought the urge to run to the closest male and assauge himself. He had volunteered to clean the barracks instead. He had to do something with his hands or he'd give in to this insatiable need to touch himself. That never quelched the fire, but simply made it worse. No! Crawling around within the grimy barracks was best.
It appeared as if the entire barrack was crumbling on top of them. Rocks were scattered throughout and large stones had found their way into the paths of the doorway. Because he was a male, he'd been given the task of pushing said stones to the side to be carted away later. He had begun with the smaller stones and now he stood staring at a rather large one fixed in the opening to the barrack. His strength had been underestimated, but he wasn't going to complain.
Huffing and groaning, he heaved the boulder to the side with both hands, using his shoulder for extra support. Body slick with sweat, it only took a few pushes on his part before he slid off to the side and landed on his back on the ground. A lost cause. That what it was. He would need help.
Sighing exhaustedly and blowing his hair out of his eyes, he pushed up from the ground. The sound of laughter caught his ears and he looked around. There was one other person within the room with him. A young girl who was barely older than 15 turns. He watched her sweep away the old broken bowls that had been left by the inhabitants. As if aware of his eyes on her, she looked his way and smiled.
"Hello greenrider."
"Hello," he murmured as he stood and wiped his dirty hands on his trousers. The girl set aside her broom and stood back with her head cocked to the side. Even from this distance he could see her eyes begin to wander. He'd seen that look before. It lead to nothing good.
He gulped back a rising lump in the base of his throat and he gripped the fabric of his trousers. "Can you leave me for a moment," he said. His voice trembled violently. The girl, eyes now wide and curious, nodded once, scoffed a bit and then retreated.
He didn't move until her foot steps could no longer be heard. S'ren took a seat on a low ledge and brought his legs up to his chest. His entire body trembled now as he fought to control himself. It was a foolish attempt he knew. Were an attractive man to step inside these barracks he wouldn't be able to control himself. S'ren snapped his eyes closed and rested his head against the wall behind him. He sat there for a moment and then yelled out in aggravation.
Rocks! He'd move the rocks.
Leaving his perch, he moved to a corner where the others had started a pile. He took up a stone and then another and tossed it onto the pile. It was dull work, but it kept him busy. There were so many scattered about he was sure this lustful feeling would be gone before he was finished.
He prayed that no male would enter before then...
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Jul 12, 2010 20:08:26 GMT -5
L’yst rubbed the sleep from his eyes and rose with a stretch and a yawn. He hardly even remembered finding a weyr to lay his head the night before. After he’d left the hatching sands, he’d made his way over to the infirmary. It had been very late by then and most everyone had been asleep, including the healers who had treated young K’vys and Oneth.
He’d spoken with the healer who had been on duty, learned of K’vys’s condition and spent a few minutes at the beside of his young, weyrling charge. He should have warned R’gant to watch K’vys closer. He had known in his heart that the young boy was hell-bent to prove himself.
Now, as he sat on his bed, L’yst felt a strange combination of failure at not having foreseen the issues with K’vys, sorrow at what had been lost, hope for a possible future, and a prickling sense of something more.
Woreth seemed to twitch on his bed, as L’yst approached. Suddenly the blue dragon, awoke, and moved toward the opening of their weyr. He joined in the crooning that was taking place. Ah, so that was it. The queen was rising. That realization brought a surge of hope and rather lascivious thoughts to L’yst’s mind. Suddenly, an image of H’nock filled his minds-eye and L’yst felt a pang of sorrow. He and H’nock had not been weyrmates for quite a few Turns, but they two had remained friends after going their separate ways. That was, until H’nock had all but shunned L’yst for his desire to leave when the rocks fell from the sky.
You are sad, mine. Woreth, turned from the bowl and gazed at his lifemate.
Moving forward, L’yst stroked Woreth’s eye ridge when the dragon lowered his head. “I’m fine, Woreth. I miss many of our friends.”
I miss them, too. I am going to rest now.
L’yst grinned, knowing that this was Woreth’s way of dealing with not being able to engage in the mating flight. He enjoyed a flight as much as the next dragon, but the queen was far out of their league.
“I’m going to check out the weyrling barracks,” L’yst told Woreth, who had already settled himself back on his stone bed. He swished his tail in answer to his mate. L’yst, chuckling a bit at Woreth’s reaction to the flight, turned and left his weyr, planning to see what the others had felt would make a suitable weyrling barracks.
After finding the caverns that had been designated as the barracks, L'yst found himself staring at a rather large boulder that blocked the entrance.
Well, shards, that would not do. He could get around it, but no young dragon could. He'd have to get that moved right away. L'yst, unaware that anyone was inside the barracks, stood back and eyed the rock, contemplating how best to move it. He thought of calling Woreth, but the big blue was unhappy to not be able to fly this morn and L'yst did not want to disturb him now that he slept again.
Hmm, it would probably be best to get inside the barracks and try to push it out. That was the best strategy. L'yst sidled up against the wall and managed to squeeze himself in around the boulder. That was when he caught sight of movement out of the corner of his eye.
He turned, and saw the figure in the far corner. He did not recognize who it was, but that was now a part of everyday life it seemed. Sooner or later he would learn who all the others were.
"Hello," he called out, "Didn't expect to find anyone in here?" His tone carried with it a hint of a question as well as a greeting.
Tag S'ren/Any
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Post by S'ren and Kasalith on Jul 12, 2010 21:10:18 GMT -5
S'ren stood erect and raised his hands up to cover his face. He groaned. He could think of nothing but release. He swayed where he stood as he contemplated darting through the Weyr in search of a catch. Surely he could not be the only male rider feeling this way. Yet, what if he was? Could the others ignore this feeling of lust? He was sure the older riders could, but he'd only been a rider for seven turns. He liked to believe himself strong enough to withstand the bottomless pit that was dragonlust, but he had fallen victim to it one too many times in the past. Today, he was sure, would be no different.
Stumbling over to a wall, he raised his arms high overhead and rested his hands against the warm stone. He needed to breathe and clear his mind. What would his mother say if she saw him behaving this way? She disliked anything to do with dragons. Getting her to understand how he felt during times like this would be like having a conversation with a pine tree. It would be utterly pointless and a waste of time. She would call him names, most of which she liked to call his father on occasion when he ran off to find comfort with a willing mate. He couldn't bare to hear those words be directed at him. He was no harlot, nor a common whore. He could fight this urge.
S'ren's curls pooled around his face, blocking his view as he bent his head to his chest. Although he could not see, he could hear footsteps drawing nearer. He prayed that it was the girl from before. He could easily push her away.
"Hello. Didn't expect to find anyone in here?"
The sweet tone of the deep tenor voice was all the stimulation he needed to have him trembling at the knees. Biting into the flesh of his bottom lip, S'ren raised his head ever so slightly and peered over his shoulder at the other man. His green eyes darkened for a moment as he looked the man over. Broad shoulders, a muscular chest, strong thighs...And his face...those gorgeous eyes...and lips succulent enough to nibble on.
Gingerly, his hands slid down the stone wall and rested at his side. Inhaling a steady breath to gather his thoughts, S'ren turned to face the other man. He licked his lips.
His brain told him to speak, to say hello and introduce himself, yet introductions were the last thing on his mind. He forgot where he was, the job he'd been asked to perform and his vow to remain as pure as humanly possible. This was what dragonlust did to him. It made him stupid. It was just him and this other man. Alone. Nothing else mattered.
His imagination went wild.
Slowly, he'd saunter to his side and pause before him. "You've come to help?" He would say before peering upward at the taller man's face. He wouldn't mean moving rocks.
He'd stepped closer.
Without asking for permission, he'd reached out and grip the man's shirt and tug it free. He'd yanked him close and capture his lips while his hands busied themselves below to free them from their confines.
It would, quite obviously, go down hill from there.
Yet, he didn't move from his spot. He stood rooted to the ground, his mind spiraling down a path he was all too willing to travel. Still very much in a trance, he sputtered a less than intelligent response.
"Oh?" That was it. His 'second' brain wouldn't allow him to say much else. He visibly fidgeted where he stood and tried to keep his gaze at eye level.
Tag: L'yst, anyone
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Jul 12, 2010 22:34:31 GMT -5
Something in the other man's voice drew L'yst's attention. His brows drew together as he moved over to the man. He couldn't tell if he was young or not, as he hadn't turned around. Was he hurt?
"Are you okay?" He asked, worried that the man was suffering from something and unable to do anything about it. L'yst moved across the giant cavern to the far wall where he the other stood.
"Do you need help?" He asked as his quick stride put him just inches from S'ren. He reached a hand up onto the other man's shoulder. It was his way of showing support to others, and offering assistance.
It was at that moment that he felt like someone had punched him in the gut. L'yst drew in a quick breath and removed his hand. He had to blink a few times try and rid himself of the lecherous thoughts that had assaulted him.
'Not now,' he told his mind. He could not allow himself to lose control. L'yst had lived through many queen flights, he could normally control the urges, but there had been times in the past when he'd given in during such flights.
"I...can help," L'yst said sounded a bit breathless, still uncertain if the other man was hurt or not. He was willing his mind to focus and fight the growing lust he felt.
"I...um...you..." his voice trailed off as images of what he desired seemed to flicker through his mind. What was he supposed to be doing again? L'yst squeezed his eyes shut to will his control to hold. He could do this, as long as the other man didn't do anything that spurred the burning feelings growing within his body.
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Post by S'ren and Kasalith on Jul 12, 2010 23:44:12 GMT -5
"Do you need help?"
S'ren lowered his gaze and closed his eyes.
He was too close. What should he do? "Please, don't touch me. I won't be able to handle it if you do." Those words remained mere thoughts for he could not bring himself to truly stop the inevitable. S'ren felt so small under his touch; like a frail slave beneath his master's whip. The brief caress left him panting for breath and in pain, although that 'pain' did no harm, but burrowed and set a flame a fire he never hoped of putting out. He willed himself to move away, but then the man spoke again and he froze.
"I...can help."
S'ren released the breath he'd been holding and looked at the man. The way he spoke now was different from before. And the way he looked at him, like he saw more than just what lay before his eyes caused his breath to catch once more. He wanted to help him. Did he know that he would take his words out of context? Had he known S'ren was sure he would not have offered so readily.
"I...um...you..."
S'ren took a step closer to him so that their chests pressed firmly together. Tossing aside reason, he gave into what he wanted...no needed from this man. He didn't know his name, nor did he know anything about him. Only one thing mattered in that moment and they both knew that.
Resting his hands against the taller man's waist, S'ren tilted his head up and kissed his lips softly...teasingly. Moaning hungrily, he pressed himself closer as he kissed a path across his jawline, downward to the pulse at the side of his neck. There he licked and suckled, feasting until he almost screamed with need
"Help me," he whispered, his own voice breathless and wanton.
Tag: L'yst
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Jul 13, 2010 11:57:25 GMT -5
He might have been able to ignore the cravings of his body that grew like hunger pangs. He might have succeeded, if the other man had not turned those emerald eyes that seemed to swirl like a dragon's upon him. L'yst felt his heart still. His body, feeling the effects of flightlust wanted to react on an innate instinct. "I..." L'yst started to say, but froze as the other pressed against him. He could feel the heat that seemed to rise from the male. His nostrils flared a bit as though he was a predator who had gotten wind of its prey. And then...lips touched lips and L'yst was lost in a whirlwind of desire. Before he could even return the kiss, the other had moved his lips to press against his his neck. There was no turning back now. L'yst's body and mind had given in to the temptations brought forth from the queen's flight. "Yes," was all he said and all that needed to be said. Managing to glance around, he saw a small chamber off to the right. He grabbed the other man by the arm and moved them into the dimly lit room that was almost completely hidden should someone enter the barracks. Tag S'renOOC---fading to black  |
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Post by S'ren and Kasalith on Jul 14, 2010 20:25:01 GMT -5
He wasn't sure how much time had passed since they'd slipped inside the tiny room, but when S'ren emerged it was to find the barracks almost the way they had left it. Now however, he didn't see his work as a way to run away from what was bothering him. His feelings of lust had passed to be replaced by a much stronger desire. This one wasn't as easy to quench.
Sighing resoundedly, S'ren turned and waited for L'yst to come out. Although he had enjoyed his time with the other man, he still had lots of work to do. S'ren dug into is trouser pockets and pulled out a hair band. As he glanced around the barrack, he tied his hair back from his face.
He knew he should probably ask someone to help him, but he needed a moment to be alone and think. He had fallen victim to his lust again and this time, like many others, he didn't know what to do with himself.
He walked back to the boulder and sat atop it. L'yst could leave out the back way. There was no need for him to linger anymore. He would finish his work and then return to his weyr where he hoped Kasalith would be to comfort him.
Tag: L'yst/ End S'ren
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Post by L'yst and Woreth on Jul 14, 2010 21:06:43 GMT -5
L'yst hadn't expected all that had developed, but he'd surely enjoyed it. He knew when queen's flew, things could happen. Most of the time, you thanked your companion and moved just moved on, but as L'yst had watched S'ren walk out of the room, he found he didn't want to just write this experience off as Flightlust.
L'yst stayed behind a bit, ruminating on his own thoughts. He truly wasn't sure what he'd felt. Was it just two people in the right place at the right time or was it more than that? Could it even be more than that? He didn't know what S'ren wanted in this case, and for that matter what, he, himself wanted.
Resolved that they needed to talk, L'yst moved out of the tiny room and looked for the greenrider. There, he was sitting near the entrance on the boulder. L'yst took a few steps in his direction, but was stopped by a voice calling to him from the back entrance.
"Werylingmaster L'yst!! Weyrlingmaster L'yst!" L'yst froze and turned toward the voice. It was one of the young weyrlings who'd come with him on this journey. The boy blathered on about needing L'yst's help as his dragon was being stubborn and he didn't know what to do.
L'yst patted the youngster on the shoulder. With a wistful sigh, he glanced back at S'ren whose back was still to him.
"Alright, I'm coming. We'll fix it." L'yst replied, tearing his eyes away from the fine figure atop the boulder. With a hint of regret, he followed the weyrling out of the barracks.
End L'yst
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