Adventures in the Far Reaches (for Weiss Ritter)

[Xatarias]

"Did someone slip into the tent while I was asleep?" Ily asked, feigning confusion. "Tell me more about this smart, sexy minx of yours~"

Your beloved lets out a cute little gasp as you fingers grip her ass, your touch moving dangerously close to the cleft of her buttocks. Gratification fills you as the otherwise inexperienced shamaness arches like a cat, reveling in the sensation of your fingertips gliding over her flesh.

"Ancestors, you know when nothing feels better than staying under the covers late in the morning? Somehow this is better~"

It was barely sunup, but that bit of information flies out of your skull when Ilyanna dips down to plants a trail of soft kisses on your muscled chest. Pleasant warmth turns to bolts of pleasure as teeth skim across the flesh of your neck. When your eyelids flutter back open, Ilyanna had her lips next to your with a look of coy expectation.

"Gonna show me what a couple of years experimenting has done for you?"

She tilts her head, letting a few strands of hair curtain those alluring eyes. Your breath mingles as the girl you have dreamed of being with waits for you to kiss her.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Orion scoffed but couldn't even begin to suppress his smile. "Well, she's super sneaky too, capable of tip-toeing around even some of the most obvious issues imaginable. But I think I have her right where I want her, at long last..."

The young man's smile broadened and took on an impish quality as Ilyanna gasped and arched. He spoke in a husky whisper. "And she makes the most adorable little noises when I tease her just right~"

Ilyanna hardly seemed inclined to let him have all the fun, however. A pleased grunt escaped Orion's lips as he felt her lips slowly but steadily blaze a loving trail up his bared flesh. By the time the shamaness's lips and teeth reached Orion's neck, the young man was craning his head back to allow her greater access with his eyes half-lidded.

"Mm...?" The young man started a bit at his beloved's question. He blinked and looked down at her, as if uncertain whether it was just wishful thinking on his part. Her eyes were beautiful and his gaze alluring enough that, any other morning, Orion might have lost himself within them. Now? It seemed there were other even more alluring parts of her demanding his attention.

"You always were more of a hands-on learner..." Orion murmured, his lips hovering a scant inch away from her's before the distance closed entirely. The kiss was scorching yet gentle. He wanted them both to savor this as long as they could before the lack of air compelled them to pull apart gasping, if only for a scant second.

Orion's hands weren't making things easy for his beloved on that front either. One hand stayed glued to her firm derriere, playfully squeezing her cheek at arbitrary intervals. The other roamed the rest of the shamaness's magnificent form eagerly. A sliding grope up the length of her thigh led to an appreciative exploration of her midriff. The wandering hand inevitably made its way to Ilyanna's pert breasts. She had enough warning to prepare herself for the playful squeeze he lead with, but what about his dexterous fingers slipping beneath the shamaness's chest-covering leathers to give her bare flesh some affectionate exploration?

 

[Xatarias]

You drink in Ilyanna's quiet moan as your hands go to work. You soon realize this wasn't the delicate dance of a beginner. However inexperienced, Ily made up for it in raw enthusiasm for your touch and an eager curiosity that led her to things that no blushing virgin would dare attempt. She tilts her head deeper into your kiss, savoring the sensation. Seeming to like the way you pull gently at her lips with yours, she eagerly reciprocates.

Her hands aren't idle either. While you reveled in the steely strength of her thighs and midriff, she was grasping at the straining muscles of your arms and back. She mentioned your bulky physique before, but never did you suspect how much the shamaness might enjoy your chiseled features.

Her lips make a sexy little 'o' as you slip an eager hand between her shirt and hot flesh. Her pert nipple slips between your fingers as you roll the luscious flesh of her breast. Tanned and covered in those circuit-patterned tattoos of Ilyanna's cast, your beloved is a veritable goddess wreathed in the shadows of your shelter.... A goddess straining under your touch.

"How do I... Do you want me to do something for you?"

It shouldn't come as a surprise, the mechanic asking how best to service her newest acquisition. But then, the eager tone of the query sends a shiver up your spine. Ilyanna wanted to make you feel good. As good as she was feeling.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Orion quietly marveled at his beloved's adventurous and eager response to his tender ministrations. He'd scarcely dared to dream that she would prove to enthusiastic, yet he could hardly say he was shocked by this pleasant surprise. That was Ily for him, wasn't it? Always eager to push beyond all limits and expectations. Always ready to explore and innovate.

A shiver threatened to race down Orion's spine as he felt Ilyanna's hands dragging across the exquisitely honed muscles in his back and arms, but it was going to take a bit more than that to make him surrender the privilege of seeing and feeling her writhe beneath him. Despite the bulging strain of his magnificent musculature under Ily's sensuous assault, the warrior's touch never lost its delicate balance between gentle teasing and rough ravaging. For years the shamaness had made faces at and silently cursed his heated trysts with his female comrades, but the more primal parts of her might have found it hard to argue with the results.

Though Orion's eyes all but lit up at the sight of his beloved's bared flesh and the intricate markings further accentuating her divine beauty, his hands tended to Ilyanna as if they had pleasured her a dozen times before. The hand groping her ass slide up to join its companion against her chest. Both firm breasts were seized and squeezed with just enough strength to make Ilyanna's back arch and her toes curl without coming close to unwittingly inflicting pain upon her. His fingers subtly shifted across her swiftly hardening nipples only to close in around them once they reached their zenith.

When the kiss broke, Orion sucked in a lungful of fresh and leaned down to plant his own trail of kisses along the shamaness's neck and cheeks, his teeth gently leaving loving marks.

Needless to say, a blind woman couldn't have failed to notice the "tent" he'd pitched against Ilyanna's caramel tan flesh. Even so, her question was enough to give Orion pause for a single moment.

"Well...there's more to explore than just my chest, you know..." The young man smiled coyly as he reached to take hold Ilyanna's. If she didn't object, he would have guided her hand down across his steely pec and the chiseled ridges of his abs to rest just an inch above his waistline.

The way his manhood needily throbbed against its cruel cloth bonds somewhat undercut Orion's pretension of suaveness, but he paid it as little mind as he could. This was still about Ilyanna and what she wanted, after all.

 

[Xatarias]

Luckily for you, what Ilyanna wants seems to align quite closely with your own carnal desires. Shifting to keep her chest in close contact with your palms, the clever shamaness watches as her hand was guided across the ridges and valleys of your masculine physique. Arriving at your destination, she circles a thumb around your navel before slowly lowering, moving her palm over the peak of your tent and cupping between your legs.

Her inexperience shows at first as Ilyanna seems content to move her hand in slow exploratory circles, tracing the outline of your manhood and taking stock of its obscured dimensions. Your kiss lies forgotten at the moment, but seeing her expression of aroused concentration is satisfying in its own right.

"How's... This?" She asks finally gripping the base of your shaft through the fabric of your breaches. She startles looking up to see your reaction before cracking a pleased smile.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Orion watched Ilyanna to discover this new aspect of his physique with mixed bemusement and anticipation. Her exploration of his upper body had been a bold thing that made him wonder how many evening and slow afternoons she'd pondered how to go about savoring that frequently flaunted prize, but now it seemed the shamaness stood on the threshold of a truly new frontier of sensual delights.

His shaft throbbed faintly under the opening motions of Ilyanna's probing touches. Orion was able to suppress a pleased flinch through it all, but she couldn't have failed notice his fingers curling into her back.

Orion flinched and gasped softly, yet clearly, when her hands finally clinched around his engorged manhood's base. His back arched with enough force to gently shake the hammock and the smile he offered her was clearly cracked in the struggle to retain some sense of dignity and erotic power.

"Experiment's off to a good start," Orion spoke a bit too quickly to be entirely casual. The shamaness could feel his turgid member throbbing in her tight grip.

 

[Xatarias]

Ilyanna let out a little snort at your reaction, giving you a little stroke before leaning back in for another kiss.

"Well I'm glad I measure up," She whispered against your lips. "Help me out, Teach. What feels best?"

Toe curling pleasure rips through you as your priestess works her hand around your swollen shaft, skimming with fingertips one moment before getting a full feel in the next. Ilyanna seems to be figuring out your proportions quickly as she rolls your cock against your belly with the heel of her hand, applying firm yet gentle pressure.

She darts in for another kiss, fumbling a bit before letting you take the reigns and add some finesse to the mix. You marvel as the genius beauty responds to every trick of tongue and lips, flashing that clever smile before tumbling back into the rhythm of your lovemaking.

"You're really hard but... It's bizarre," She murmurs, getting even more adventurous down below. He hand presses against your firm belly before sliding down into your trousers, searching out your shaft in a few moments. You both pause at the moment of contact for very different reasons.

"Huh... That's... Wow Ry Ry... Orion?"

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Orion's flinches, shivers, and occasional gasp served as worthy indicators of how Ilyanna was performing. It was a marvel to see just how swiftly she learned and adapted even outside the confines of her workshop and the husks of ancient salvage.

"G-good...you can grip it a little more tightly. Keep it-mmm...-keep it slow, like that. It's best when you draw it out, Ily. Let it build and up savor the-Oooh....!" Now it was his turn to stretch against her like a well-pleased cat. Something akin to a deep and throaty purr even emanated from the mighty warrior as his manhood was ground between his beloved's hand and his own firm midriff.

He was all too eager to return her kiss. Orion's body pressed Ilyanna's back into the hammock while his lips sealed hers and his tongue eagerly sallied forth to ensnare her own.

"Bizzare?" The remark was enough cut through the warm, lusty haze clouding Orion's thoughts. He regarded Ilyanna with a puzzled expression that didn't survive the shamaness's most daring move yet.

A sharp inhaled and an almost electrical current raced through dear Ry Ry's body. Ilyanna's teasing through his pants had eroded at his will and pried no small number of involuntary yet erotic reactions from his form, but the sensation of her flesh grasping his sensitive shaft dwarfed it all.

The young man's hips bucked, gently thrusting his manhood within her grip. Orion's arms squeezed her body tightly while the man bit his lip in a doomed effort to restrain himself.

"Mmph...that's...y-yeah. Hard as steel but sensitive as hell. Plus you've always been quick learner..."

One of the blond's hands slipped down Ilyanna's side and into her trousers in turn, hopefully before she could get too cocky with his cock. Two fingers ground firmly against the shamaness's likely moist folds, testing her virgin mettle.

 

[Xatarias]

"Steel? Someone needs an education in tensile strength. Trust me Ry Ry, you don't- h-hey~" The no doubt witty quip dies in the back of her throat with a noise that was half surprised yelp, half sultry purr. Ilyanna stiffens as you seek out her most intimate place, taut as a bowstring. Realizing your intent, she sidles back and shifts her legs ever so slightly. She looks a bit nervous, but the trust conveyed in those deep eyes tells you to keep going.

"T-there... Just..."

Your experience begins to pay off as you move guided by touch alone. The tips of your fingers find Ilyanna's subtle softness and firmly stoke the fires of her arousal. Gliding against her lower lips, you watch as she becomes accustomed to your touch. Craves it.

Her hand tugs at the waistline of your leathers, letting your cock spring into full view. Gazing heatedly at you, she wraps one hand around your throbbing member and then another, gently tugging it from your belly. She caresses the full length of you, washing you with pleasure even through the fits and starts of feeling another's hand on her sex for the first time.

"I want to take off your clothes."

The words come fast and thick as Ilyanna crumples against you, kissing and nipping while her thighs clamped desperately against your wrist.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Orion smiled wickedly at Ily's pleasured yowl and the reflexive tremble of her limbs. Beautiful...so beautiful that he was willing to overlook her remark and please the shamaness with no naughty strings attatched.

"I know..." He murmured back as his fingers set about their moist work. They probed her silken folds gently, grinding back and forth against Ilyanna's petal. His pace was measured and firm, another product of all that experience of his. Orion's free hand didn't remain idle either. His fingers traced an erotic pattern up the length of the shamaness's thigh before taking possession of her breast once again. Her supple bronze flesh was carefully kneaded while his thumb graced her pert nipple with teasing flicks. It was a two-pronged assault meant to steady stoke the growing flame within her.

As he'd said, it was best to build things up slow to allow the climax to be as grand as possible rather than a rushed and uncoordinated fit of blind lust.

Of course, it wasn't a simple matter keeping his movements smooth and calculated once Ily recovered enough to seize possession of his manhood again. She forced another surprised grunt from his lips, followed swiftly by a gasp and an outright moan. The steely cords lacing Orion's arms strained to keep his hands steady and rhythematic. Judging by what happened next, they managed to do so sufficiently.

"You do?" His breath and words came out hot and heavy just before Ily pounced upon him like a hexapuma in heat. The same could have been said about Orion as his lips and teeth scoured her flesh in turn while his hand ravaged her smouldering folds with greater speed and vigour than before. The warrior eagerly shifted to accommodate his beloved, even tearing his hand away from her chest to help rip off what cloth and leather still separated his body from her's.

 

[Xatarias]

Ily's hands leave your aching shaft and set about removing your clothing with an efficiency granted from clever fingers and a flared speed band. Someone was a little eager.

"I figure it's okay to say at this point... You're pretty sexy, Ry Ry."

How someone could flush at this point, you can't say, but it was nevertheless adorable how Ilyanna blushes with that spontaneous confession. Her hands roam over your exposed ridges of toned muscle, drawing reflexive flutters by touch alone. You had no doubt the shamaness was taking in every inch of you and, judging from the way she bit her lip, she likes what she sees.

"Alright, now me... Move... Move your hand?"

A somewhat silly request since she had to loosen her thighs' deathgrip first. She parts them with a light laugh and sits up to start the work of undressing. Leather, clothe, and metal rustle and click as she peels out of her adventuring attire. Her outfit didn't exactly leave much to the imagination... Or did it? Logically a few tightly fitted articles of clothing shouldn't distract from her fine form, but with them off...

"I guess you get to see all of my tan lines now~"

They're hard to miss, drawing your eyes in the least modest manner. Your gaze rakes across the feminine perfection sprawled out in front of you. Quivering cords of muscle, those full breasts... And when the trousers and loin clothe finally come away, those smooth, slick folds.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"Was there ever any doubt? You didn't think my pants were just there to hide scrawny legs, did you?" Orion puffed himself up and winked at the blushing shamaness with no small amount of pride. Considering his childhood and the years he spent more than making up for lost time, it was hard to say cripple runt of the Firevein litter didn't have some right to savor this.

It was a little undercut by the lopsided state of his grin, though. This was hardly the first time eager eyes had hungrily drunk in the sight of his naked form in all its magnificence, but to hear it from Ily and see the witty woman reduced to minor stammering for a moment or two? It was almost enough to cause a bit of a flush in his own jaded cheeks. Almost.

Orion's crimson gaze remained locked on Ilyanna through every step of her strip. Now a faint flush really was making its way into Ry Ry's features. It almost beggared belief. Her adventuring attire bared most of her flesh in the same vein as his own leathers, and what it didn't was easily imagined by him during his more frustrated and lusty nights. Yet, somehow, even those detailed musings left him ill-prepared for the feast that awaited his eyes as the last of Ily's leathers were set aside.

"Oh, they're so unflattering..." The young man droned even as his eyes flickered from one part of her perfect body to the next. Her well-built figure, her perfect breasts, honed legs, a beautiful face with playful eyes he could drown himself, and now...her womanhood laid bare. "I'm going to have to demote you from 'maddeningly sexy' to just 'unbelievably sexy', Ily."

Orion leaned forward with a coy grin. One of his hands gently pressed his beloved back against the hammock before the rest of his body came to hover inches above your own. The air was warm and thick enough with lusty to be cut with their knives.

"It's your first time. Do you want...all of me?" His engorged manhood was perhaps a single foot from Ily's sweltering folds. "Or just my experience for now? It'll be wonderful either way, Ily~"

If she thought his fingers toying with her bud and pussy were stimulating, Orion could scarcely wait to see how she reacted to his lips and tongue.

 

[Xatarias]

For the first time in recent memory, you see a flicker of fear cross Ilyanna's face as you loom over her. Realizing that the critical moment had yet to pass, she looks up at you with visible relief. As eager as she had been earlier, you could take satisfaction in knowing that taking it slow had been the right choice.

She doesn't answer your question at first, fidgeting a few moments before tugging you down on top of her. She cradles your head against her cheek, taking slow breaths before turning her lips on your neck and jaw. You tangle together, sharing a heated bit of necking, arousal and instinct moving both your hands to pleasuring the other.

A quick pat on your rear signals for you to let the buxom priestess into a sitting position. You find yourself on all fours with the shamaness's legs spread before you, the heady scent of her puffy sex filling your nostrils.

"I want to do it," She stammers, rubbing your arm hesitantly. "But I think I need a little time to relax.... What did you have in mind?"

She looks about as ready as anyone you've been with, but there was plenty of room for error given it was Ily's first time. Seems like those well-practiced techniques would be put to work after all.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Ilyanna's sudden unease was enough to almost compel Orion to withdraw then and there. His playful expression was gone and concerned tinged with fear of his own crept into place. Only his beloved's clear relief kept him hovering in place, and even then it would have been only for a few moments more had she not pulled him down into an embrace that was as aroused and needy as any he'd even shared.

Orion allowed a warm yet cautious smile to form on his features as Ilyanna stammered and rested a hand on his arm. He leaned forward and murmured softly "Take all the time you need, Ily, there's no rush anymore. How a little...warm up?"

The Firevein prodigy left a trail of soothing kisses down his beloved's chest and core that ended with the tender pressing of his lips to Ilyanna's folds. Orion's hands gently gripped her thighs in anticipation of them squeezing down upon his head and neck and then set about his lusty work. His experienced tongue probed past her nether-lips and into her clenching womanhood. An almost capricious swirl within her fleshy depths likely sent a jolt through Ilyanna's tense form before Orion began his work in earnest.

It was a trivial enough matter for him to find her petal once more. A few gentle caresses here, a protracted stroke there, and the occasional pull out to kiss and nip between her thighs set the pace. Unlike with certain other huntresses he'd forced to climax after climax this way, Orion intended to take his time with Ilyanna, to steadily stoke her lusty flames until she was good and ready...either for for him or his servicing.

 

[Xatarias]

"W-what're you... ahhhnnn~"

Ilyanna made a tangle mess of your hair, threading her fingers between your golden locks as your practiced tongue tasted her in the most intimate of ways. Her sculpted thighs quiver in your grasp, but your taut back muscles flex while keeping them wide apart. Nothing to stop you from showing Ily exactly how good you could make her feel.

"Ry Ry, I don't... No, no It's good. Keep going," The writhing clanswoman gasps, stroking your neck and back. A gentle nudge puts you on your side and you have your own moment to shiver as one strong calf curls against your crotch, skewing your iron length and gently nestling against your balls.

You feel her shift, curling her toned core to plant kisses on your scalp, to tug at your earlobe with her teeth. Satisfaction fills you as slowly Ilyanna's inhibitions bleed away. She was feeling the moment and your tongue was bathed in her arousal.

"I'm.... I'm ready. Get up here and kiss me~"

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Fingers in his hair, thighs clenching around his head, and a chorus of womanly appreciation filling the air. Orion had basked in similar wonderment before, but never quite like this. Not with his beloved Ily...

Every gasp, moan, and caress egged him onward. His tongue and lips worked their feverish yet calculated magic upon her folds with the sort of skill and dedication normally reserved for the most severe sessions of his training regimen. Orion let out a gasp of his own, freezing mid-lick and shuddering when her leg pressed against his groin, but even that could only distract him for a few scant seconds. The young man's soft moaning vibrated pleasantly against Ilyanna's most intimate of places between his more physical ministrations.

"You're sure...?" Orion looked up at his beloved with a smile and swift lick of his tongue to clean it. He wanted to make absolutely certain she was ready because she chose to be, not out of any simple obligation to his visibly throbbing girth. The young man didn't hesitate to press forward the instant he was.

His lips caught her's in a scorching kiss and the warrior's powerful arms snaked tightly around the priestess's strong form. Orion moaned aloud without the faintest hint of shame, reluctant to break the kiss for even a few seconds. His manhood was pressed against the threshold of Ilyanna's womanhood for the first time. He held it there for a moment, his crimson gaze staring deeply into his beloved's own, and then thrust. Orion gasped and groaned into Ilyanna's lips.

"Yes...!" The cry was uttered without breath and almost too quietly to hear, but his fingers curled into her back as the pair soon found their rhythm. His throbbing girth came in and out of Ilyanna at a swift yet measured pace. The priestess could feel his impressive musculature trembling against her from both relief and restraint. Finally, the pleasure and release he so craved was within reach, but Orion had no intention of letting his baser impulses ruin this ecstatic moment for either of them.

 

[Xatarias]

Your exclamation is nothing compared to the throaty cry that escapes Ilyanna's lips as you enter her. Her knees rise and she turns her head from your gaze, chest rising and falling against you.

"Fuck~" She murmurs, gripping your sides so hard it would hurt had the moment not held such spinning pleasure. You wait a few beats which feels like an eternity to your lust-filled mind. Fighting all instinct, you let Ilyanna set the pace, braced above until her grasps pulls you slowly deeper.

"It's... Easier than I thought," Ilyanna gasps pressing her lips against your ear. "Don't get a big head but... It's a little tight... Oh ancestors, there. Do that again~"

Her hips lift just as she tugs at you. You sink fully inside her fluttering depths. Her silky entrance grasps at you, tugging your length at the root as Ily arcs her back in surrender to this newfound pleasure. A sheen of sweat covers you both as your naked bodies writhe and tangle together.

"A little... Harder?" The virgin-no-longer asks. When you comply, her gasp is exquisite and the sensation of her tightening channel parting before you was enough to make you shudder. Soon you weren't the only one bucking in a carnal rhythm.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Restraining himself from pressing on with their heated tryst was one of the hardest things Orion had ever done outside of Tysera's training. He could feel her warm, wet walls clenching around his throbbing cock. After years of frustrated confusion followed by minutes of concerned foreplay, to have the culmination of their bared souls and bared bodies being kept just a few thrusts of his hips away from him was downright torturous.

Even so, Ilyanna's pleasured mewl was divine music to his ears. Orion smiled broadly in spite of her constrictor-like squeeze, in spite of his reddened manhood all but weeping for him him to continue.

"With pleasure~" The young man's playful grin didn't survive even the first of his thrusts. He gasped aloud as his needy shaft hammered in and out of Ilyanna's equally desperate folds. The inside of the bloodwillow was a cacophony of beautiful, erotic noise. The sounds of his hips rhythmatically slapping against her's, the trading of moans, groans, and gasps, and the straining of their hammock to contain it all. What light managed to penetrate the thorny canopy shined off the sweat coating their writhing forms.

If Orion weren't utterly focused on making love to the woman beneath him, he might have appreciated the way it made her glisten and glow like a goddess. That would just have to come later.

"Yes...!" Once more Orion's body couldn't wait to grant his beloved's request. His hands tightened their grip on her body and his hips began to blur outright from the speed and resulting force of each thrust the warrior pounded into his lover. "Ily! Ancestors, Ily, I'm...!"

The inevitable grew closer with each moistened slap of his handsome member penetrating the priestess's slit. After all the restraint, all the pent-up desire, it couldn't have been more than a few explosive seconds away.

 

[Xatarias]

"Ry Ry I... Gods~"

The words tumble into a trill of moans that are utterly music to your ears. The fevered pitch of movement spurred on by your imminent release seems to only heighten Ilyanna's pleasure and her hands grasp and pull at your body. One behind your neck to initiate one final scorching kiss, the other mingling between her crossed ankles, urging your clenched buttocks to work just a little further in.

You surge forward, the waves of orgasm blossoming and overtaking you completely. Ily isn't far behind, giving a throaty purr as she gives and receives little kisses mingled between shouts and moans. It's like nothing you have ever experienced- somehow even in the throws of absolute pleasure, you were still aware of the woman underneath you. Her catched breath, every shifting movement... And somehow you know Ily is just as in tune with your own feelings.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

For a brief moment, Orion's world flashed white and all he was aware of was indescribable pleasure racing through his body. His muscular form trembled against Ilyanna's own and their kiss-muffled cries of ecstatic pleasure echoed through the thorny hollow they had claimed as their own.

The young man collapsed atop his beloved, his lips eagerly returning each of her post-orgasmic kisses and nips.

Eventually, Orion found himself in the more gentle sort of post orgasmic haze. His arms remained tightly wrapped around Ilyanna and he was well-aware of any...strategically placed hands she'd left upon his naked flesh. Right now, though, all he wanted to do was bask in the presence of the woman he loved and the bliss that inevitably followed any lovemaking session worth remembering.

"Ancestors, Ily..." He barely spoke above a whisper, hugging her tightly and planting a soft kiss upon her forehead. "That was...worth it. Worth grandmother's training, worth everything we've gone through these last few years, and worth whatever the future has in store for us."

Orion snuggled against his beloved, taking in her scent and burning this warm, beautiful feeling of their bodies joined together into his memory.

 

[Xatarias]

"So I'm forgiven for that one time I accidentally locked you in a combustion chamber? Or when you nearly got crushed by that rogue dishwasher? Come to think of it, you wouldn't talk to me for weeks afterwards. If I had known it would be this easy..."

Seeing your expression, your lover gives a winning smile and leans in to kiss your lips. The motion pulls you further inside and you both shiver.

"It was amazing. I'd say the best I've ever had but... Well, that's kind of a low bar," She continues with a laugh. "I'm glad it was you... It could only have been you. It felt good, but it was also right. Like you said, definitely worth it~"

You both partake in a little post-coital bliss, trading teasing kisses and sweet whispered nothings. It's like the world didn't exist outside as you and Ilyanna explore each other's bodies in the early morning light. Hearts aflutter with the giddy sensation of newfound, acceptance, it was easy to leave your cares behind for an hour or two. You think back to how easy Tysera granted permission for this little trip and wonder if this wasn't what she had in mind. No doubt the grizzled matriarch was no stranger to tender moments out in the jungle with her closest companions. Maybe that's where your grandfather came into the picture.

"So does it take awhile to... Ya know, recover?" Ilyanna asks rolling into a sitting position and staring pointedly at your lap. It seems like her initial trepidation was over and your body held was back to being fascinating.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"Forgiven, but not forgotten," The warmth in Orion's expression was noticeably strained by the unpleasant memories, not to mention all the other occasions a misunderstood button or unexpectedly rotten support hard nearly led to an ignoble for the prodigy of the Firevein family. "There's still a lonely workshop in the Temple with your name on it if I wind up in the infirmary again because you just had to have a few extra seeds for the greenhouse..."

It was difficult to channel even a sliver of Tysera's iron will while he lay in bed with the freshly deflower love of his life. It was downright impossible for him to even pretend to be made with her lips pressed to his and ecstatic shudders running through their conjoined forms.

"Mm...We'll have to see about raising that bar a little higher, then," The young man grinned. "I think...I think I finally get what you were always trying to say with those books of yours. They never really covered this part, but...it is right..."

His hands and lips roamed Ilyanna's form as freely as her's did his. It was hard to say exactly how much time he simply lay there with her, tenderly yet teasingly basking in each other's presence, but he found it impossible to care. Their mission, Skyhold, even the lethal wildness that surrounded their oasis of safety may as well have been on another planet.

Inevitably, however, Orion's thoughts did turn back to the future and their more immediate concerns once they finally began to separate and pull back. Had Grandmother really accounted, even planned, for this when she gave he and Ilyanna leave to pursue the priestess's latest and greatest project? He hadn't forgotten the way her face had softened when she saw Ilyanna's borrowed book or her words afterwards, but it seemed too much to hope for that years spent disapproving of Ilyanna's effect upon him and the many near-catastrophes his adventures with her invited for the Firevein legacy would be forgotten overnight. Surely Tysera didn't expect them to share this...this wonderful night and all the promises it held only to discard it at the whim of Skyhold's politics? Perhaps...perhaps it would all depend on how well he took charge of the Gate District? The wily elder couldn't have conceived a better motivation for him to ensure that a political marriage didn't become a necessary part of her gambit to keep the Donya and their allies from taking Cloudclimber down a dark and bloody path.

Ancestors...what the hell had happened with Tysera and his grandfather, though?

"Hm?" Orion's smile was diminished from the weight of such thoughts, but not forced. "Oh, this not-so-little thing? It might take a minute or two...if you can stop touching me, staring like that, or keep giving me ideas, Ily~"

 

[Xatarias]

"I can't help if my presence provokes unwanted thoughts," Ilyanna quips with a offended air... Even as her hand drifts up the inside of your thigh. "That easy though, huh? Kind of impressive in its own way. A well oiled machine..."

She leans into you, plush chest melding against your side. Nudging the shelter's opening aside, you survey the sunlit drenched forest together with Ilyanna's head resting on your shoulder. Below the ironhides are stirring, causing the ground to tremble as they shift their massive bulk.

"Just imagine if every morning was like this one. Minus having to shack up in a tree and avoid super predators. I love Skyhold, but sometimes I think it would be nice not having to wake up with metal underfoot."

You know she's thinking about her treasured holograph with its earthling inhabitants meandering under a warm yellow sun. Those people had seemed so carefree, so innocent. It was almost impossible imagining something similar for this harsh, unforgiving world.

"We could even have a pet Ironhide. Name him Steve, take him for rides."

You wonder if its worth it to bring up sexual dimorphism among the lumbering beasts. Those were definitely a pod of females.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"A well-oiled machine you've wasted no time becoming intimately familiar with," Orion offered Ilyanna a coy grin. Between her sly hand working its way up the steely cords within his thigh and the press of her bared breasts against him, it didn't seem like they would be emerging from their shelter in any particular hurry yet. Well...not unless Ily wanted to see him try and navigate the bloodwillow's thorns and the harsh terrain beyond with a raging stiffie. That seemed a little cruel, even for her.

"Mm..." Orion grunted faintly at the priestess's words. It was a beautiful dream, but it was born of their ancient ancestors' world. Guaranteeing the sort of security those unblooded people took for granted would probably require every warrior in the clan being equipped with the weapons and armor they'd taken from the strangers. Unless the mysterious new clan or the enigmatic rebels proved miraculously generous or weak, it was difficult to imagine such a thing occurring during his and Ily's lifetimes.

"Well, there's not much I can do about the metal, and we're both going to be busy once we return to Skyhold, but I think we'll be able to make more than a few of our days suitably memorable all the same." The young man mumurred playfully before planting a lingering kiss on his beloved's neck.

He couldn't resist arching a brow at the mention of Steve the ironhide. "That's an odd for a girl, but I suppose you can call her whatever you want once you depose that matriarch grazing there, O' mighty chieftain."

It might have been difficult for Ilyanna to resist the urge to slap the wicked grin right of Ry Ry's face. "If my duties as your loyal fan bearer permit, I might have to see about adopting a hexapuma cub while we're at it. I'll name her after my grandmother and she'll grow to be just as big as the one I fought in that ship. I'd love to see the my class's faces if I could get away with riding her into the training grounds...or even better: the elders in the council chamber!"

 

[Xatarias]

"Oh um... Well we can chalk up Ironhide genitalia as not my expertise," She said squinting at the lumbering beasts below. "I wonder what a bull looks like."

If you have anything to say about it, Ilyanna would only see pictures of the colossal male versions. Solitary until mating season, Ironhide bulls were rare and fiercely territorial. Scarce few made it to breeding age before being killed by a fully grown rival.

"But Orion the cat wrangler," Ilyanna teased, shifting into your lap. "You know I've given some thought about applying old world domestication to something larger than the slugs we grow in the greenhouses. A lot of the vegetation isn't edible for us, so turning it into pasture for something we can eat seems like a good idea."

Ambitious an idea as you have come to expect from Ilyanna. Likewise it was full of flaws obvious to even the most cursory examination, but somehow things seem a little more possible with the charismatic priestess pitching it while draped naked across your body.

"We'll get an oversized kitty for you. And a few hundred head of herbivores for me to start trimming back this oversized hedge garden," She murmurs nipping at your neck, "What do you say, Ry Ry. Feel like becoming a farmer?"

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"Bigger, meaner, and mercifully not inclined for form herds of their own," Orion's words came out quick and hard, hopefully quashing any notions Ilyanna might have had about seeking one of those monsters out.

The serious moment was quick to pass once the shamaness settled into his lap. It was impossible for Orion to even feign a cross look while her body pressed down upon his squirming form and brushed against his suddenly throbbing shaft. He was on the verge of making a comment about Ilyanna's own cat-like movements and purrs the night before, but that particular witticism died in his throat when she spoke up again.

"Uh huh..." Despite his skeptical tone, Orion looked and sounded more thoughtful regarding Ilyanna's proposal than just about any other clansman would have been. Just off the top of his head, it would mean clearing a large swathe of the jungle and keeping it consistently secure with warriors that couldn't be deployed elsewhere, nevermind somehow capturing and taming the necessary beasts. All that might have been a straightforward task in the old world, but the ironhides were a pointed example of how fearsome even the herbivores of this planet could be. Even so...

"There's some kinks we'd need to work out, some really big kinks, but it would take a lot of pressure off the hunters. This last lean season alone...well, it doesn't matter how good you are at tracking and killing if there's just no prey to be had. If we could make this work, none of that would matter," Orion regarded Ilyanna with a broad and warm smile. There she was again, seeing a future and opportunity where he only saw danger and daily sustenance at best. His hand cupped her cheek and drew the priestess into a heated, lingering kiss.

"Ancestors...Ily, keep thinking about it, especially once we get this equipment back to Skyhold. With this salvage and that ship, we might have a shot at it." They'd seen first-hand just how effective the blasters were at felling trees. Even something half as potent as that would allow even the most unremarkable of Cloudclimber clansmen to fell scores of trees in a single afternoon and defend themselves against anything that took issue with it.

"Just make sure I have twice as much time in the archives every day if you really plan on making me babysit your pets for the rest of my life. I sweat blood to become Skyhold's greatest warrior and I am not going to let any of your ideas take that away from me. From the way you were pawing at me last night, I don't think you'd like to see me go soft either~"

 

[Xatarias]

"My worry is that there are many who feel the same way, only more strongly. Some people won't be up for their lives to change, even if it means greater safety and full bellies," Ilyanna murmured, eyes downcast, "Somehow I doubt the Donyas would be willing to watch a field or fell trees."

That might be true, but Cloudclimber was made up of more than just the warmongering Donyas. Your memory stretches back to the mother and father saying their goodbyes before the next hunting expedition, left to wonder whether their family would still be whole at the end of the month. Some people would kill for the chance to live free from the jungle's terrors.

"But I think it's something worth striving for. The knowledge of our ancestors is worth more than weapons and walls to keep the world at bay," The shamaness says, returning your kiss. "Besides, I think there's some way for you to retain your warrior's physique. Exercise of one sort or another~"

Ilyanna rises a little in your lap, her pert chest sliding across your own, clever fingers groping at your pecs and teasing your nipples.

"Because you're right. I wouldn't want you going soft~"

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"Tch..." Orion let out a low hiss. He'd skipped out on more council meetings than Tysera would have liked, but he still knew the Donya and their allies well enough to hear their objections. Even if such an idea were possible for Skyhold to implement, it would leave their warriors weak and unblooded without the harsh crucible of the jungle! The other clans would inevitably notice and swoop down to raid Cloudclimber's suddenly burgeoning stores, rendering it all for naught!

If he was being perfectly honest, the warrior in him could almost understand that reasoning. Was it not better to be predator than prey? Shadowglen tore his heart out when they consigned his father to die an excruciating death at the hands of their poison, and many other families shared similar pain. How could anyone even suggest a course of action that could leave Skyhold vulnerable to the depredations of their rivals? Yet, how many clansmen had been lost to jungle? Would it have made him feel any better if his father died in the teeth of one monster or another instead?

Orion chuckled in the wake of Ilyanna's kiss and arched his back faintly when she first laid her hands upon his chest. "You're far from the only one in Skyhold who'd think that if we can show this can be done. Still, this is a longer term solution you're talking about. We have shortages in the present we have to deal with you kno~oooh...!"

The warrior's back arched noticeably more as Ily's dexterous fingers found their way to his nipples. His powerful body flinched at her teasing of the sensitive nubs and his breath came out light and gasping for a few moments. Ancestors, Illy really was even more eager to make up for lost time than he was, wasn't she? Some small part of him began to wonder if their coitus had inadvertently created a monster.

"Mm..s-soft's not going to be a problem any time soon..."

 

[Xatarias]

"Hm, didn't think so~" Ilyanna says with a bright laugh. Glancing down at your aroused state, she gives an utterly impish look. "Pushing your buttons has always been fun, but this... I've got a whole new angle to exploit."

A teasing hand roams down to great your straining erection, swirling a palm around the rapidly sickening glans.

"How's that?" Your tormentor asks eagerly. "You're getting bigger..."

Ilyanna seemingly has no qualms treating you like her own personal science project- but then she never was one to not excel at what truly interested her. One way or another, she was going to figure out what made you tick. Somehow you suspect that any objections would be as futile as the few times you tried denying her escort to the warrens. Ily always had a way with words.... And now she had another method of communication.

"Ry Ry?..."

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"Dear ancestors, no..." Orion whined and squirmed beneath his devilish tormentor, but her weight and his arousal kept the young man firmly in place and at her mercy. Yes, he'd definitely created a monster. A monster that would soon be capable of subduing him with a silencing kiss and a few well-placed strokes.

A pleasured hiss escaped his lips as Ilyanna took possession of his manhood. The traitorous member was all too eager to rise up in response to the priestess's increasingly skilled ministrations, ensuring that each twist and squeeze stimulated more of the straining and throbbing flesh with each passing second. That and the groan he gave answered Ilyanna's question exquisitely.

"That's...not fair....!" A pleasured shiver raced up Orion's spine and his eyes were half-lidded now. Right now, his cock was less an instrument of love and more a leash for Ilyanna to jerk him around with with a few clever jerks of her own.

The steadily-building pleasure was mind-numbing...but not quite overwhelming just yet. The young man leaned forward before Ilyanna could put him entirely under her wicked spell, his lips seeking her's while his hands attempted to take possession of her breasts and folds once more. A few gropes coupled with dexterously applied fingers were his only hope of breaking her focus before she could break him entirely!