The Bubbly Spring (Closed Sevti and Torc Samheen 24th)

[Torc Blackfoot]

(This is for Torc and Sevti)

Torc traveled threw a dense forest, feeling a hot breeze ahead of him. For a flicker he wondered where he was at, the vegetation seemed familiar, with its scent and soft ferns. Yet this was no path that he had been on before. No this was entirely new with the calls of birds and the soft setting sun.

As Torc neared the end of the path he said a hot spring. The sulfur in the air smelled, but when he looked into the clearing he say water lilly’s close to the bubbling spring. The clearly had meadow grass about it, yet as one approached the smoothed rocks flowers and ferns grew in clumps.

Torc knew he was tired and sweaty. Taking off his tunic, that had bits of blood still on it, and laying it to the side. He realized how hard life had been on his body for the past several days. He was still hard from all the work a trapper had to do, but couldn’t remember where he had gotten all these bruises from. The cuts on his body still appeared. One by the side of his ribs and the other on his back, both had been received in the church of the One.

As Torc took off his boots and then his pants, he felt the warm wind carress his legs. It felt good to be bare for a flicker, but it was going to feel even better as he dipped himself into the spring. Slowly, he placed himself into the comforting spring, his body slowly sinking down as the foam rose upon him to his chin. Slowly he allowed dunked his head into the water, closing his eyes as he did so.

[Sevti]

Back here again? It had seemed like only moments before that Sevti had been in another pool, sitting on Abeo's lap, enjoying his wine, enjoying his company. Then it all flickered into nothingness and she saw the starred sky above her. Something had pulled her from the land of dreams into the land of reality. Pulled the both of them. It was simply Abeo being woken for his next turn at sentry by a silent archer and she managed to wake with him. She remembered the feel of his lips pressing softly to hers before rising. Then pulling her blanket more closely around herself to fight off the sudden chill that his body being gone left.

And then she was back here, in the Hot Springs once more. She didn't recognize the path she walked, but knew with a certainty that she could take this small side path and once again be in the main pool, couples laughing, talking... coupling.

She debated following it, seeing what conversations she might join, who she may meet. But somehow, it didn't feel right. Maybe I need a little time alone to just... relax. Enjoy the heat.

She followed the path before her to a small clearing. And there, she stopped.

Before her, she saw a bare, muscular back bent over as the man it belonged to tugged off his boots. A painful looking purple bruise decorated the bronze skin and Sevti winced in sympathy. Whatever had happened to cause it mustn't have been pleasant, she decided. Silently, she watched him continue to disrobe, watching from the shadows of the trees.

She noticed the marked difference in the color of his skin as his pants slipped lower, revealing pale, taut buttocks, equally pale, muscular thighs, powerful pale calves. A nice body, she remarked critically as she stepped back into the shadows for a moment, keeping herself hidden while he turned to lower himself into the warm, bubbly water. She noticed another bruise to match the one on his back, this time on his ribs. Nor could she ignore the faint cuts that covered his body. It was this that drew her eyes and her thoughts. Strong, but been through a lot. He's weary. She could see that begin to fade as the warmth surrounded him.

She debated leaving him to his rest, to search out another solitary pool for herself. But while she didn't want to be with the large number of people in the main area, she also realized she didn't want to be completely alone either. What's the harm in seeing if he'd like company? she asked herself as she stepped out of the dark of the forest.

In the few flickers it took him to rise from his self-dunking, Sevti had crossed the small clearing to stand beside the smooth rocks, her own nudity something she took for gratned as natural in a place like this. Even watching him undress hadn't caused her to question that her own pale skin should have been covered here. It was how she felt most natural.

As he rose from the water, she was momentarily taken aback by the points of ears jutting out from his wet brown hair. Achadhiel? But... where's he from? I don't ever remember seeing him on Pan's Isle. Not that I've met them all but... will I run into him there in the waking world, now that the Oneists are out to destroy us all?

Not wanting to be caught staring, she drew her gaze from his ears to opening blue eyes. Beautiful eyes. What is it with me and blue eyes of late? Here, she wouldn't look away, instead giving him her most friendly smile. "Would you object to some company?" she asked, hands clasped behind her back.

[Torc Blackfoot]

As Torc heard the voice he opened his eyes, which glazed upon a pale petite woman. A naked pale petite woman. He stood up without think, his chest and arms coming out of the water. The bruises on his arms and wrists awoke in pain at the sudden movement. And just as his tanline disappeared to show the upper portion of his buttocks, and a fluff of brown hair… he crouched before he anymore could be exposed.

Quickly Torc turned to the side and placed a hand to hide his view of the woman. While the other tried to hide his manhood as well. It He felt very awkward having see only one other female with less then any kind of cloth on them. “Ummmmm… I didn’t know this spring was taken, I just wanted a soak.”

Torc started to turn to her again. The thought of seeing her and her pale flesh was exciting if perhaps improper. The stirring in his loins started and Torc’s hand had an even harder time trying to cover himself up. So instead he lowered himself into the water a little bit more. “Please if you could turn around I might be able to get out and put on some clothing… I wouldn’t look if that’s what your concerned about.”

It sounded stupid even to Torc’s pointy ears. She wasn’t concerned about her nakedness, yet someone Torc didn’t really want to leave the warm spring, it was relaxing and that in itself was rare for Torc. He hoped that it hadn’t come out in his voice, “Of course, you could come in and turn around so that I can leave. I mean I am sorry about all this.” Torc could feel the temptation of opening his fingers to sneak another look. He also realized how childish that appeared, but then again he wasn’t truly experienced in these kind of things.

As the wind came across his wet hairless chest, Torc’s nipples tightened, and small bumps began to appear. The wet mass of hair fell to upon his chest and back, and Torc really wished he had thought of a cake of lye to bath with. He felt dirty and ashamed of being in a presence of a… naked woman. He wasn’t suppose to be looking at such thing, for the priest use to say it would bring about a being dedicated to such things.

[Sevti]

He's... EMBARRASSED? Because of... She glanced down at her own nudity, the thought of it something to be ashamed of, something to be hidden alien to Panling mind.

She supressed a giggle, her lips held tightly into an even larger smile as the quivered with silent mirth. Oh Horned One, do such people still EXIST? she wondered, amused. I do hope he doesn't decide to leave after all.

"There's no need to be embarrassed," she assured him, taking a step closer to the pool, one foot poised to sink into it's heated depths. "And certainly no need to leave on my account. I think I was looking for company, just one other person to speak with, spend time with, and the path led me here. I'd prefer it if you stay.

"Though," she continued, letting her foot test the heat of the water, "If it will make you more comfortable, I'll slip into the pool quickly so as to spare you from having to look on my body longer would be comfortable."

Without waiting for his reply, she lowered herself to the seat beside him, water covering her diminutive form to her shoulders. Strands of long dark hair floated on the water between them, shifting this way and that by the bubbling water. She took care not to touch him, certain he'd redden to match the bright berry hanging close above his head. Still, she was grateful that the pool itself was so small. It gave him little room to move away from her. Because it would be a shame if he couldn't learn to relax around the naked form. It takes all the Joy out of life if one can't.

[Torc Blackfoot]

Torc moved a little to give her room, and perhaps to give himself room. Her body was having an effect on his mind. She attractive, very attractive, with those pale thighs and wonderfully nice breasts. In fact Torc wanted to touched the woman to see if her skin was as soft as he thought. He wanted to kiss it in fact, and as an image of such a thing came to his mind, his body completed its reaction.

Torc was glad that the springs foam hid his reaction, and as he started to settle down and look at her raven hair fall about the wet spring, he had an urge to touch her again. To feel her body. Quickly, Torc focused on her words and on trying to get some more space between each other. The first one was easy enough, the second not so much. Calmly he put his arms upon the cool stones, he was trying to keep himself from another dunking while he looked at the woman. His fists balled up for a moment, as he felt his urge stand like some iron bar wanting to feel her, and then he relaxed. If he could come up with a conversation and think of the woman clothed, then all was well.

“Yes, some conversation would be nice. I haven’t had the time really to talk to someone as of late. So let us start out properly, my name is Torc Blackfoot, and my trade is Magic. Fear not I am but a simple novice in the craft, and can hardly light a candle let alone anything else.” Torc mind kept a simple blue dress on the woman, yet it kept conforming to the swell of her hip, how it looked like some wanting valley, and Torc’s mind wondered on how his hand would look moving down its side, moving to its front and softly using his fingertips on her stomach.

Torc’s need stood, but his mind controlled his body. He desired the woman, but kept his tone polite, they were two people in a spring. Its just one had breasts that he wanted to touch. No, that thought would not do, as Torc stopped himself trying to look at the woman’s neck line. He focused on her hair. He fixed it in his mind and awaited her answer.

[Sevti]

She felt him shift sideways, trying to put more distance between them. Good. He's not leaving. It's a start.

She watched his gaze drift to her. Then away. His arms settle oh so calmly on the edge of the pool. Fists tightening as blue eyes drifted over his body. The... look... that told her he was trying to think of something else. Anything else, as long as it wasn't her naked body in the pool beside him.

And she had to surpress a much larger laugh, only somewhat successfully. A small giggle did escape her lips, which she quickly tried to cut off, drawing her lips into a straight line as she listened to his introduction.

"It's nice to meet you, Torc. I'm Sevti Vrylan. I've been working in my father's tavern most of my life, though someday, my dream is to become a Rose." She chuckled softly. "It's honestly all I've ever wanted to do. I've had a little training toward it, whatever the Priests could teach me."

"But it looks like you've learned more than magic." Tentatively, she reached out toward the bruises on his wrists. With a butterfly touch, she brushed her fingers over them. "I wish that healing was one of the things I'd learned, but it wasn't my path. The best I could offer would be a massage to keep your mind from their pain." Her dark eyes rose from the dark mark she had been studying to search the small grotto beside her. "I believe there should be oil around here to keep my hands from stinging across the damage that's been done."

Finding a small, glass vial filled with fragrant oils, she rose slightly out of the water to retreive it, the swell of her heat-reddened breasts in sight only long enough for her dark locks to settle over them in a wet shroud. Hardened nipples poked just below the surface, the foam tickling them to even harder pebbles. She allowed herself several flickers to just enjoy the feeling before lowering herself once more, the bottle in hand to show her companion.

"If you'll allow me to?" she asked, pouring a small pool into the cup of hand. The scent of jasmine wafted up to tickle her nose. Dark lashes lowered, her eyes closing as a sensual smile lifted her lips. One of the smells she had a difficult time resisting. She wondered if it had the same effect on the man beside her.

[Torc Blackfoot]

Torc tensed as she touched his bruises. Like lighting the pain went threw him, yet it wasn’t all pain, it was tension of having this woman touch him. Of having that hand on his flesh, he felt muscles tighten, and for a brief flicker his hip wanted to flex forward, but he kept control. He kept control, as he breathed those very words. His eyes left young Sevti sweet hair, and followed those smooth graceful muscle under her skin. I wonder, such contrast of soft and delicate with strength and movement.

Torc began to say something, “Ahhhh… no that’s…” Her breasts, those curves, those little fine hairs. By the One, I wish to run my hands over them. With that thought came the feeling of tenderness and of roughness. It was a struggle to figure which he wanted if he should ever touch them. He wanted to press his body onto hers and feel each others skin slide across one another.

Yet her hair, her hair covered the redden orbs with black rivers of fine smoothness. Another thing he wanted to touch, yet dared not to. The way it laid on her back and shoulders, the way it carress her neck and breasts. For a second Torc thought about moving his hand out to touch it. Yet when she lowered herself back into the spring, Torc kept stock still.

There in her hand was the smell of jasmine, the smell of the forest and its wild tenderness. Many times after rain fall Torc could smell the clean scent of the forest and then the liveliness of jasmine came to him. It gave him a feeling of running, like some wild buck down the trail. Running with freedom and breathing in the world.

For one moment, Torc felt his chest tighten and the skin pull over the bruises. He felt like surging the poor woman. Felt like taking a harsh kiss, then delivering more onto her neck and chest, but he took a deep breath and spoke, “Nay I don’t mind, just...” it had come out sluggishly, “just keep to my arms and back please. I… the bruises in the front are nothing.”

As Torc move he felt his stiffness grow. He was beginning to feel like all his blood might escape to there. Yet he offered his hands toward Sevti. Being careful not to touch her skin… her soft skin. He wasn’t an animal and he wasn’t going to act like one. He needed to get back to the conversation.

Torc spoke, though it wasn’t with a great deal of thought. “Yes, healing is important. I am trying to learn of the secrets of healing myself. Yet it seems that these past few days would have me practice my talents on myself. You said something about the Rose? I am afraid that I am not familiar with it… I grew up in a small village, I hadn’t even learn how to read and write till a few days ago.”

For a flicker Torc wanted to run his hand threw hers and then coat her with the scent of jasmine, but instead he waited, he was afraid that she didn’t want his attention.

[Sevti]

Sevti rubbed the oil into her hands, then slid them over Torc's left arm, lightly coating the skin with the heady fragrance. With fingers splayed, she slid her fingers down, past his elbow toward his hand. Her touch was so light it could have been a group of feathers tickling over the skin.

"You can put that arm down for the moment," she told him as she began to work on his hand. "I'll probably be working on this one for several burns and I wouldn't want you to get tired."

Strong fingers started to slowly knead first his thumb, then each finger in turn as she explained. "Roses are members of the Red Rose Guild. It is... or was, if the rumors are to be believed, though I pray they aren't true... a place to learn, and then put into practice, how to be everything to everyone who may need their services. They are the most intelligent, most beautiful, most poised women. They're go with men of importance as escorts around the world, share pleasure with those in need, can speak intelligently on a variety of subjects."

She sighed softly, moving from his fingers to his hand, fingers carefully working the webbing between his thumb and first finger, each stroke releasing another whiff of jasmine into the air. "I've always thought of them as perfect women, and I, for one, would love to be a perfect woman. To always know the right thing to say, always know the right thing to do. To be able to give the perfect massages. Able to perfect Joy in everything I do."

Dark eyes rose from her work, letting her fingers move automatically as she readjusted her position, turning her body to better face Torc. One thigh brushed up against his as slid it beneath her, a flicker or two of pressure before it was gone. She only needed to raise herself from the seat a small amount to effect this change, barely enough to allow Torc a glimpse of heat warmed flesh before she was once again submerged and turning his hand over to press her thumb firmly into his palm.

Lips would be better, she mused as her thumb slid over oil-soaked skin. Lips would definitely be better. I wonder...

On impulse, she lowered her mouth to the palm of his hand as he hands moved higher, gliding over where she knew the bruise to be to begin to press deeply into the heavy muscles there. Her lips pressed against callused skin, holding the pressure there in a soft kiss. She could taste the spice of the oil, the clearness and heat of the water, the salt from his skin. All combined into an ambrosia that forced her to close her eyes, to pause in her massage, in an effort to control the surge of heat that rushed between her legs.

Slowly she raised her head, dark tendrils of hair tickling across his palm to absorb even more of the oil as she straightened. Her fingers moved once more with the surety of experience, working the oil into his forearm with careful precision. The oil on her mouth shined faintly in the diffuse light of the clearing, enhancing the redness of her lips, curved now into a smile. "I couldn't quite help myself," she apologized. "It's... I'm sometimes a bit impulsive."

[Torc Blackfoot]

For a flicker Torc froze, he was a buck that saw the arrow coming to its heart. That kiss, Sevti’s clever fingers, her heated flesh, and his need was starting to be heard more then his thoughts. Torc’s hands went to hers, bringing it slowly toward his face. He wanted to smell the jasmine; he wanted to smell her just for a flicker. And as he brought her hand to his face for that whiff he could feel the oil rolling across their skin.

Torc breathed the scent of the forest. It went threw him down to his stomach. Down to his toes, he felt wild for a burn, felt like an animal with no care for social restraints. As he let go of her hand, he went for her hair, feeling the soft tendrils go threw his fingers like fine silk, they fell back onto the water, but caressed with the smell of jasmine.

Torc felt once that their thighs needed to touch. He moved the leg briefly feeling it rub across her entire length of her thigh. It felt smooth and wonderful and he wanted to feel it yet again. So Torc pushed against the rock, gilding himself forward. His thigh ran the course of hers as he moved. Touching the softness, feeling its length and responding with his power, as their hip’s touched Torc stopped and faced Sevti.

“A woman’s perfection is in her flaws. The way her lips move and the swell of her hip, they caring with them weight. But it is the flecks of green in her brown eyes, the bit of blue in her black hair, the lines in her lips that makes a woman perfect.” For a flicker Torc couldn’t believe he was saying anything. He was feeling like turning and touching every finger breath of her skin. Yet once more he combed his hands threw her hair.

Torc’s hand fell to Sevti’s cheek. The oil left a shiny trail as his hand trace her jaw line. Some part of him couldn’t believe the softness of her skin, and so he slowed feeling with his fingertips that softness. For his touch was like the feathery one she had given him. Yet he did it, not for fear of pain, but for the feel of her. As he neared her chin his eyes looked at her lips and the need to kiss them was great. So was the need to run his hands over her.

Slowly Torc realized his breathing had become overly ragged. Looking into her eyes, he moved back against the rock wall of the spring. Once again his skin slid over Sevti’s, and a need to crush her against him came. Still it was the pebbled rock that gave him some sense. “I am sorry Sevti I think the oil is dulling my senses. I did not mean to be so forward.” How forward, he was glad she didn’t know, Torc was beginning to think he could tell how fast his heart was beating threw his manhood.

“You will make a fine addition to the Guild I am sure. Where do you hope to go, once you become a member?” Torc’s other hand that hadn’t been massaged went threw the water and touched the swell of her hip. He felt the firm softness of her flesh, and turned a little red. He moved his hand away. “Sorry, I… the jasmine has a wonderful scent but do you have cool lilac instead… I am feeling hot and light headed.”

[Sevti]

She wasn't sure what reaction she had expected from him, but his hands reaching up to grasp hers hadn't been it. The tenderness with which he drew it upward, his face descending to where it lay cupped, looking even smaller in his gentle grasp, the deep breath he took drawing in the scent of the sensual oil, was sweet - almost innocent. Innocence wasn't something she was used to. Playful, yes. Loving, certainly. Dominant or submissive. And always joyful. But innocence in a touch of anything older than a child - and this man certainly wasn't a child! - was something she hadn't felt since she was a child herself.

Her eyes closed as he dropped her hand and slipped his own oil-streaked one into her midnight hair. She could barely feel his fingers move through the well-brushed strands, instead reveling in the heady smell of the jasmine as he left a thin trail of oil as a memory of his touch. She breathed in deeply, holding the familiar scent in her lungs for long flickers before slowly letting her chest fall as she exhaled.

Unexpectedly, she felt pressure against her thigh and sooty lashes rose as her eyes opened. Torc was moving closer to her, his thigh pressing against the length of hers. She could feel the strength he possessed, pressing against her almost needfully as he slid into place, touching her from hip to knee. This... is not so innocent, she concluded, her heartbeat beginning to quicken in her chest. She tasted the oil from her lips, a nervous, excited reaction as she began to feel Joy building within her.

She forced herself to concentrate on his words, letting herself remain aware of his touch but not be overwhelmed by it. Green in her brown eyes? Blue in her black hair? Is it... it can't be ME he's describing? Perfection in me? But it was as though she could see him concentrate on each part of her - hips, eyes, hair, lips - as he spoke. But this is how he sees me, only knowing me for a few burns. Good thing he hasn't seen my temper, otherwise he'd know me for flawed. She resisted the urge to smile as his fingers once more coursed through her hair, then moved to her cheek.

For fingers so callused, his touch was soft. Gentle. Back to the innocence once more. Her skin heated slightly below the trail of oil he left and she felt her own breath catch in her throat. Wide brown eyes focused on pale pink lips and she couldn't help but wonder if they were as soft as this touch. She was tempted to lean forward to find out.

Before she had the chance, his hand left her cheek and he backed away into the curve of the rock once more. If it hadn't been for his ragged breathing, she would have thought him unaffected by her nearness. If it hadn't been for the innocence in his touches, she would have thought him teasing her, slowly reeling her in.

But that's definitely not it, she decided as she listened to his excuse, his apology. He's... by Pan, he's afraid of offending me. Well, we'll just have to change his thinking about that!

When she felt his hand rest upon her hip, a rush of excitement flushed her cheeks. But she was ready for his pulling away, his apology, and her own hand shot through the water to capture his before it had gotten far from the warmth of her own skin.

"An apology isn't needed, Torc," she told him, cradling his hand in hers as she pulled it from the water. With her forefinger, she traced lightly from the tip of each finger, through his palm and to his wrist. Then she lifted her finger a hairsbredth over his skin to glide close, but not touching, to the tip of the next finger and repeat the process.

"Forward is when an advance isn't wanted. When there's a possibility of that advance being rebuffed. Trust me in this. There's nothing forward about your touching me as you have. It feels good. And... different. I've been touched by many men, and more than a few women. But there's something about your touch that is different. And I like it."

Her dark eyes rose to his, fire burning in their depths. "I'd prefer it if you wouldn't stop. But if it truly isn't what you wish..."

She let his hand drop into the water. "Then I'll not ask again."

[Torc Blackfoot]

Torc watched as Sevti traced with her finger. It was… exciting. Somehow such a simple act, provoke a feeling of closeness. As she dropped her hand, he looked into the brown eyes, and he knew he didn’t want to stop, but this was improper, this was wrong… and yet if felt good. The hardness in his stomach, the feeling of wanting something so great that it fogged everything else, it was overwhelming.

Torc spoke, “I… I would like… I would like to.” He couldn’t finish it. He wanted the woman before him, he burned with the need to feel her, to touch her, to kiss her. Yet he couldn’t say it. So he reached out and found her arm. Softly he ran his fingers down it. It was smooth and well curved. Soft but with taunt muscle underneath, he took her hand in his, bringing it up from the water, he kissed her middle knuckle and it tasted of jasmine and something more salty. His other hand found her wrist and softly and ever so slowly did he trace her arm with his fingers. He felt the small hairs on her arm, his thumb found the curve of her forearm. His index stopped to circle and area on the inside of her elbow. He was slowly pulling her towards him, and yet he was turning her around as well.

Torc planted a kiss upon the skin of her arm. Then he planted another, yet this time he wanted to taste her, to taste her skin. So he opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to find that one spot on her arm he lovingly circled. He could no longer stand it, he wanted her neck now!

Torc hands let go of Sevti’s arm and fell to her waist. That swell, that lovely swell of her hips was found and he moved her slowly but firmly as he began to kiss her arm. She turned because he wanted that neck, and with deliberate motion that was firm yet willingly to let her escape he guided her body to him. Her back was so soft and curved like some vase of rich make. He felt it come in contact with his chest, feeling the hard muscles pushing a little on her shoulder blades. His excitement had brushed her thighs and the moved to find its place standing between the two of them. It felt harder then the stone that was at Torc’s back and he hoped it did not press too much upon Sevti.

As Torc’s lips finally descended to Sevti shoulder, he slowly kissed its white beauty. He wanted this to last, and so he was careful to space his kisses and keep them slow and soft. He wasn’t ready to fully kiss her on the lips, he wanted to feel a little more of her. He worked his way upon her neck. The back, the sides they smelled of jasmine and it made Torc bold as well as tasting of sweetness. His right hand began to stroke Sevti’s lower stomach, he loved the feel of it, and yet his other hand lightly slid over her body to Sevti’s neck line. He wasn’t quite ready, with his courage to touch her breast, so he lightly felt the skin that connected her chest to them.

The feelings were amazing, the tightness giving way to soft. Torc wanted to do more, but the thought that this was already too much; was overwhelming. He stopped kissing her gentle neck and its beautiful curves, “I am not intruding? Is this alright with you?” Yet he continued with his stroking, he wanted that feel more then her response. He almost wanted to lower his hand on her stomach and gently rub her inner thighs.

Editted: typos

[Sevti]

For a flicker, Sevti was certain Torc would tell her to stop. And she would, regardless of her own desires of building Joy. She'd remain and she'd talk, finding out more of this strange achadhiel she found herself sharing time with. But she knew that the flames would continue to build inside of her and it would be one of the more difficult tasks she'd set herself to.

And then at his hesitant words, and even more at his touch upon her arm, her hopes soared once more. His own touch mirrored hers upon his hand moments before and delightful shivers ran through her body at the Joy it brought. She let him lead for the moment, setting his own pace of comfort. Raw, new, but not innocent, she wanted to do nothing to that he may not yet be ready for.

So she followed his lead. When he drew her slowly to her, she went willingly. As he kissed the small spot he'd circled with his touch, she closed her eyes to just FEEL the pleasure. The soft flick of his tongue over her skin sent shocks throughout her body, electrifying every limb until doubling back to settle deep in her stomach.

Then she had her arms back again as he dropped it in favor of his hand on her hip, and she began to slowly caress him in return. Soft fingertips brushed over the outside of muscular thighs. As much as she wished to do otherwise, she kept her touch there, slipping through the water-softened hair that covered them. There'd be time to move inward. Though, she thought with a smile as his hardness brushed against her as he slid her back against him, it seems like I've not much more to do to ready him for me.

Nor does he need to do much more to ready me for him, she realized, feeling the heat between her legs grow as his lips found the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Her eyes closed once more, her tongue darting to wet quickly drying lips, her body moving back toward him as her back arched slightly. She could feel her own nether muscles tighten slightly in reaction to the pleasure his simple kisses were giving her.

They seemed to last forever. Slow, deliberate touches of his lips to her skin. She moved her hand from his thigh to his arm, softly tracing random patterns over the skin with the tips of her nails. As he own hand moved lower, hers moved higher, caressing his cheek as he moved up her neck, then moving to savor the feel of his hair over her hand. It reminded her of down on a chick, so soft it felt under her touch. She ran her fingers slowly through it, fingers brushing against his ears, his neck, his shoulder, before emerging to do all over again.

His kisses stopped and she heard his soft voice in her ear. Intruding?! Did he think this an act? Couldn't he feel how her body responded to him? Her heat was threatening to overwhelm her already.

He's not used to this, Sev she reminded herself before she spoke the questions aloud. You can feel how tentative he is, how unsure. Continue to let him lead. It's barely been burns. A shiver ran through her as his hand continued to brush over her belly. And at least he's not stopping.

She turned slightly in his embrace to see him more fully. Once again, his manhood pressed against her and she suddenly drew in a breath at the feel of it, her sultry smile and half closed eyes the only indication that she gave that it was a welcome feeling. "No, Torc, you are not intruding. It's... it feels wonderful. Better than wonderful. I would be more disappointed if you stopped than if you would continue. Please do. Continue, I mean."

As she spoke, her eyes darted between the depths of blue in his eyes and the sweet lines of his lips. It was on the last that she finally settled, and impulsively, she darted forward to press her own warm lips against his, lids dropping to cover her dark eyes automatically. She was pleased to find they were as soft as she'd expected. Their warmth melded with her own. Only the slightest pressure did she give to the kiss - it was almost chaste in nature. She didn't move, just holding there for several flickers before pulling away, opening her eyes once more as she did.

Her hand reached up to stroke his cheek, palm curved outward so the back of her fingers brushed softly over the skin. He felt so good under her touch, and she just wanted to touch more. To touch lower. To know the feel of every part of his body under her to fingertips. Eventually under her lips. And, Pan willing, eventually as it slid against hers in coupling.

Touch, the first lesson, she reminded herself. Gently, she drew her hand down his jawline, following the curve to his neck. She turned slightly in his embrace once more, making sure not to dislodge his own hands from her skin - his strokes at her chest and belly felt too good.

With her free hand, she began to caress his chest, her fingers running lightly over the hairless skin. She watched as the waterdroplets played over her fingers while she explored, feeling the muscles taut below the skin, the sculpt of them as he breathed in and out. With questing fingers, she traced the line of his chest lower, down the center until she could move no further because of where their bodies touched. She followed the line of their bodies, caressing her own skin as she softly caressed his in a gentle touch. She shivered deeply with need and desire, but enjoying the slow build of Joy just as equally.

She veered inward, touching only him again, when she reached her own chest. She made a slow, deliberate line toward his nipples. A flicker before she reached the hard pebble, she stopped. Her brown eyes rose to meet his, asking permission before continuing with her seduction.

[Torc Blackfoot]

Sevti had kissed him, yet it was a shallow one. Torc wanted more, he wanted to press himself to her, and he wanted the feel of those lips deep upon his. Then she started to stroke his chest and for a flicker his eyes closed and felt her finger and her nails run an imagined course. He felt he could do the same. His strokes upon her neckline went lower.

Torc traced the outline of the breast. His hand ran its course around the outside of the globe. Touching it lightly and at times stopping to just circle some soft part of Sevti. They were breath taking like her eyes. And when his touch went between them, his manhood strained against her thigh. The touch was soft and yet hot, he was beginning to want more touches, but was still taken by her body. As he touch slowly circled toward her nipple he leaned in and gave the portion of skin above it a soft kiss. The skin somehow felt softer then what he expected. He wanted another, and soon found himself planting soft kisses around the tissue. He could take it no more and he gave the nipple a kiss, one that he slowly sucked and wetted with his tongue. He knew not why he wanted to do it, besides that he wanted the taste of her flesh.

The hand that was stroking her lower body, started a circlular route. It went down the outside of one of Sevti’s thighs and as it approached her knee, the hand gently moved to the top. As Torc glided across her skin he began to touch lower his touch. Stroking her belly, but by third circle route of her thigh touching the top of her soft public hair. He released his kiss on her nipple and for a flicker the hand on her breast stood still telling her that he hoped his touch on her nipple had been as exciting.

Then it felt her breast and moved to the back of her neck. Torc moved in for a true kiss, he wanted to taste her breath wanted to taste he lips. He applied a little pressure on her neck but more he moved into for a kiss. He first wanted to kiss those lips a little harder then perhaps suck the lower lip tasting her and the oil with his tongue as he rolled over it. He wanted the kiss, just like he started to stroke her top of her inner thighs.

By the One, Torc’s hand moved to Sevti round bottom. He gripped it pressure, feeling the firmness of it, the exotic feel of it. Then Torc began to massage her it. Slowly and in circles, but with a feel wanting it more, he wanted the kiss… he wanted her to face him as he ran his hands over her body.

[Sevti]

Sevti took the movement of his hand of his hand to her breast a sign of assent and drew her own finger closer to his nipple. Lightly, she brushed the pad of her finger over the top, teasing it lightly until it pebbled rock hard under her touch. She longed to put her lips to it, but Torc's own touch felt too good for her to move from it.

Particularly when his lips found her heated skin and began to plant small kisses upon it.

Her back arched, pressing the small globes ever closer to his mouth. It felt so good - the soft kisses electrifying her skin, tightening her nipples even more, teasing her delightfully. While he aroused her, her finger moved across his chest to pay equal attention to the other small pepple of flesh, doing her best to stoke his own fire.

When his lips closed around her strained flesh, a gasp escaped her lips, followed by a slow moan. The teasing of his tongue, combined with the slow path his lower hand made over her skin, drew her breath from her in ragged gasps. While her one hand continued to tease at his chest, her other snaked into his hair, gently hold him to her breast, urging him for more. As his hand brushed the top of her hair and began working again toward her thigh, her legs opened slightly more. She felt her skin press against his hardness and wanted to cry out for it to enter her. Patience, she tried to tell herself. It's the slow burn that flames even hotter.

She almost sighed with frustration when his lips left her soft globe and his hand moved down her thigh. She wanted to reach out, put them back where they were, where they felt like they belonged. She waited an eternity, knowing by his touch that he'd not changed his mind but fearing that he just may have.

Then his hand moved from her breast to hold her neck, his other moving to caress her behind as he urged her to turn more fully toward him. She slipped on leg over his, straddling his thigh. His manhood brushed against her knee and she felt every small twitch of excitement that ran through it. She could feel her own tunnel dampening more with need.

She let him pull her closer, the small globes of her breasts pressing tightly against his firm chest. She shivered as her nipples brushed against his skin, electric shocks of need coursing through her. Her one hand lowered to rest at his hip, small hand splayed, momentarily motionless, as her other cradled the back of his head.

Slowly, his head descended toward hers as hers rose to meet his. She felt his lips capture hers more firmly than the small kiss she'd given him moments before. The faint spice of the jasmine mingled with the warm, sweet taste of his mouth. As their lips opened, she darted her tongue forward meet his, ready for a battle of control. When she was able to tease it toward her, she held it there to suck gently on it, keeping it for several flickers before allowing him the chance to extend the kiss in whichever way he chose.

Her nails scraped lightly across his scalp as the kiss deepened and strengthened. Once or twice, she found herself needing to quickly move her hand to his shoulder where she could grip more tightly, emotion and need overwhelming her. At the same time, her lower hand, which had been roaming aimlessly over his hips, his stomach, brushing ever so gently across the top of his manhood, would stop and her nails would bite lightly into the skin.

She rocked slightly where she sat upon him, need and desire being held only barely in check by her own resolve to lengthen this encounter. But oh, how she wanted him to touch her while he kissed her, to feel his hands slipping between her folds to lightly press against her small button. She wanted to feel his girth in her hand, stroke it, tease it, feel it harden even more under her expert touch. All while their mouths locked against one another, their tongues entwining then breaking apart.

[Torc Blackfoot]

For Torc the pressure of Sevti’s body, pressed tightly against his, was a burning fire that wanted the feel of her even more. He kept the kiss, caring not if he needed breath. He wanted her taste, and then it dawned on him. He had heard of Soldiers tales of another kind of taste… one that involved a lady’s folds and sex. He had thought it dirty and lacking respect to the woman, but he loved the taste of her lips, he loved the taste of her flesh… he wondered what such a thing would taste like. He had a chance to do such a thing.

Before Torc broke their kiss, for it was theirs… no longer his and no longer hers. His hands had been massaging her bottom, but now it ran the course of her of torso. His hands started at the lowest point of her rump and gliding across her hips to the swell. His thumb brushed the outside of her breast and as he felt shoulder blades making her come closer. Slowly he felt her come closer and his man hood pressed deeply into her stomach… yet a fold of skin caught the top of it. Was that her breast? She is of small frame and I bent to move my hips up… Yet Torc continued his kiss. He needed breath but somehow breaking it like some shatter board, felt wrong.

Slowly Torc drew back, lightening the pressure of his lips upon her, he drew back finally opening his eyes to look into hers. A soft moan escaped him, but then he started to breath. As Torc allowed the breath to occur, his nipples move across her and he felt his body tighten against hers. He started to realize that he needed to calm down. He wanted this to last, and thought his need craved for her sex. He wanted to see her all of her.

“Sevti… would you stand up so I may kiss your stomach?” As Sevti stood, Torcs hand started to make small circles on her stomach. He began to kiss spots upon her flat stomach. The small slopes of her muscles beg to be kissed and slightly tasted. Yet as he lowered, Torcs hands started to rubbed Sevti’s thighs.

Torc’s hands lightly wrapped around Sevti’s left knee but then they traveled upward. By the time he kissed her belly button. Torc was making small rubbing motions on her middle thigh. As he kissed her hip at the point of her triangle hair, his left hand was rubbing the lower half of her bottom, while his right moved in circles on her inner thigh. As his slow lasting kisses of her inner thigh occur, his right hand been circling the outer folds of her sex.

Torc’s touch, light as any feather, felt heat and he began to wonder if he couldn’t enter her and then try his curiosity. He stood feeling his manhood traced and run its course on her thigh. He looked down to it and then at her. Once again Torc squeezed Sevti to him feeling her press against him. He had to ask, “Sevti, I would like to…” Torc couldn’t say it, but he looked down at his pressing need.

Yet before Torc could wait for an answer… He kissed Sevti, with strength and passion. He wanted the kiss to last even longer then the one before it. He wanted to feel there bodies pressed together moving with need of air.

[Sevti]

The kiss seemed to last forever - the pressure of Sevti's lips against's Torc's, their tongues teasing against one another. And the feel of his hands as he caressed her, pressing her more tightly against him. She felt his hard length caught between them, pressing into her stomach, it's tip tickling the bottom of her breast. It all made her want, need more from him.

Yet, when he pulled away, she felt a sense of loss. She wanted his mouth crushing against hers once more, the taste of him on her lips. His body pressed tightly against her was nice but she just needed MORE. Her eyes opened to find his bright blue eyes staring into hers, heard the sigh and the ragged breathing that matched her own. Just don't let him let me go, she silently begged. I need this right now.

With his unfailing politeness, he asked her to stand. Shakily, she did so, wet and naked body a mercy to the subtle breeze that blew through the clearing. His hands, then his mouth, over her stomach sent more shocks through her, weakening her knees until she had to rest her hands on his shoulders for support.

As his mouth moved lower, approaching the small matting of hair the crested her womanhood, she could feel her thighs dampening from her growing excitement. Her nails dug into his flesh as she tried to control her ragged breathing. Softly, she moaned and whispered his name as he teased her into a heated frenzy with his mouth above her sex and his hands brushing below her.

And he hasn't even touched your self yet, the small observer in her mind remarked in wonderment.

As if he'd heard the unspoken words, Torc's mouth moved to her thigh and his fingers brushes softly against her folds. She knew her fingers would soon be coated with her wetness without even needing to enter her and that thought excited her even more. Her hips began to rock slowly back and forth, a rhythm inside of her beat out by the gentle, enflaming touch of her achadhiel lover.

A moan turned into a cry of frustration as his mouth and hands left her so he could rise to stand before her. Even though he pulled her tightly to him, his skin pressed against every inch of her own, she couldn't withhold a whimper of desperate need.

Then came the tentative, incomplete question - though completing it would have been redundant for she knew what it would be the moment the first word came from his lips. She was about to answer when his lips covered hers again, stronger this time, his need more readily evident through the kiss alone.

She wanted it to last, but she also wanted so much more. After a burn, she pulled gently away from him, bringing a finger to his lips to forstall any protest. "You want to share Joy with me," she told him softly. "And you will. But first, my I show you a bit more pleasure?"

With his tentative nod of agreement, Sevti slipped her her knees before him. Her hands reached behind him, stroking and caressing his taut behind with gentle, kneading strokes using all of her skill of massage to relax him. Her mouth, however, planted a small kiss on the inside of his left thigh, holding it there for a quarter of a burn before moving to mirror it on his right thigh. Slowly, she worked upward, tasting the combination of clear water from the springs and whatever made him definably Torc.

When she reached his tight sac, her tongue darted out to caress it, first on one side, then the other, rising and falling over the small folds that encompassed it.

She didn't spend long there, however, preferring tomove to the long length of his sex. She placed small kisses at it's base, encircling it's girth before moving slowly upward. She alternated soft kisses with gentle licks, never giving any area more than a flicker or two of attention. Finally, she reached the flared head and let her tongue trace gently around it, letting herself learn it's shape through that alternate means.

She raised her dark eyes from her work as she planted a soft, closed-lip kiss on the very tip of his quivering manhood. "As repayment for the Joy of your touch thus far," she told him.

Now she would be ready, body and soul, to share Joy.

[Torc Blackfoot]

As Torc withdrew from their kiss, he felt his heart racing, beating in between his ears and in his manhood. As he stood there with Sevti in his arms he wanted her… his need of her was pressing on him. She was pressing on him, feeling those hard nipples on his chest, and her warm body in his hands. He acknowledged her waiting him to stand still and the feel of her hands on his behind felt good… though why she was on her knees to do such a thing was beyond him.

As the first kiss landed on Torc, Sevti’s work on his buttocks laid in ruins. His thighs and behind tightened to such pressure he thought he had run a five mile trail. As her tongue darted out, his manhood went so rigid that he thought it would never become flaccid again. He felt the kisses tighten everything about him as if he could somehow grow another hand’s length where her mouth touched. And as she rose, Torc couldn’t take it anymore.

Torc felt almost like some mad bull. He grasped Sevti under her lower buttocks, and lifted her in the air. He moved her legs apart and while bring her closer to him. Her body slid over his chest as he tried to line his sex with hers. It was a lesson in frustration and his inexperience. He was trying to somehow enter her while his two arms carried her weight. His need and will was there as he tried again and again. Yet the bouncing of his sex and the moving of her breasts made a small whining sound in his throat.

Torc needed to feel her, needed to place her on the grass and see the moonlit shine off her hair. He wanted to feel her as he moved; he wanted to feel that heat on him. Yet all he felt was the head touching those lovely folds and gliding past them. He couldn’t tell if he had tried three or four times, but it all ended with her sex on his shaft, while it rested between her thighs. He felt like howling to the night in frustration.

In fact, Torc did, he let out a loud groan of frustration. He felt like yelling his need and the humor of the Gods. Yet he was breathing heavy and he looked deep into Sevti’s eyes for help.

[Sevti]

As she rose to stand before her, Sevti felt herself being lifted into Torc's strong arms, his hands holding firmly onto her bottom as he raised her up. Automatically, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, using them to balance herself as he tried to settle her on his long rod.

She felt the tip of him bump against her swollen lips, then slide away against her wetness. She bit back a moan of frustration, wanting him inside of her so badly. She was tempted to guide him in but the look of determination on his face held her back. However, she couldn't hold back the small whimpers that escaped her lips each time he was came close to entering her.

Finally, with his own howl of frustration, she pulled herself a littler tighter with her legs, held tightly to the back of his neck and released one hand. "Let me. I can guide you in," she whispered softly before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

She reached between her legs and grasped him firmly, holding him in place. The tip grazed her outer folds and she drew in a small breath of anticipation. Carefully, she lined him up to her waiting wetness and, still holding him firmly, loosened her grip around his waist to allow her to lower herself slowly onto him.

As his girth opened her folds and began to enter her tightness, she gasped at the feeling of slowly being filled. She pressed her hips downward, opening before him, only letting her hand release him when she was sure he would stay firmly inside. Her eyes closed as her arm slipped once more around his neck and she pressed herself lower and lower until he filled her completely.

Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, her breath held within her chest to keep her from being overwhelmed by FEELING. The fullness of Torc within her, the crush of her sensitive nipples against his strong chest, the warmth of his hands cupping her buttocks... all of it threatened to overwhelm her in an instant if she'd allow it.

She waited for him to move within her and push her even closer to the edge.

[Torc Blackfoot]

The feeling of Sevti wrapped around Torc was incredible. She felt hot, wet, silky, and then there was the feeling of her sex wrapped around him. As he had lowered herself, Torc felt his manhood trying to flop to his belly. Yet the softness and grip of Sevti was something that Torc wanted to last forever.

Slowly Torc lowered both of them into the hot spring. He began to walk with their weight to a deeper edge. The movement of him walking made Torc groan and then bite his lid. Slowly he put Sevti’s back to warmed smooth stone wall, as he settled her on it, Torc began to massage her buttocks between lifting her up slowly and then lowering her on his sex. His eyes looked deeply into Sevti’s as he slowly started on the path to complete pleasure.

It was slow at first, careful and delicate, everyone once and a while Torc planted a kiss upon her neck and her lips. But as he started to go fast he realized that his legs were tiring, how many burns had he been in this ecstasy? He was tiring, but his need was still building, he didn’t want to stop, his moaning was truth of that statement, but the burning.

“Sevti… my legs can’t hold us for… ahhhh… for much ahhh… longer.” Torc continued, he wanted this to last, and as he looked up into the sky he noticed that the feeling of his pleasure lessened. Slowly it subsided, but when he looked back at Sevti, he felt it coming back. His legs started to tremble… but by the One it felt good.

[Sevti]

Sevti hadn't expected Torc to move from where they stood, expecting his need to be too great to let him take her anywhere else. So when he lowered them into the pool, she gasped as he bounced more deeply inside of her for a moment, pressing against the end of her tunnel. With each step, she rose and fell on him, small jolts of pleasure driving her desire higher. Her own small moans matched the groans she heard from him.

As he rested her against the stone wall and began to pump her slowly on him, she felt her muscles begin to clench tightly around him. She could feel a pressure building inside of her, added onto with each slow thrust. She wanted to throw her head back, to seek abandon in her movements, but the wall behind her held her steady, kept her from reaching the sudden release that such freedom would allow her.

As Torc quickened the pace, her own breathing quickened. She could feel herself gaining on the edge of the precipice as his body slide against hers with each thrust. Every part of her was more hyper-alive, letting every touch - from the rubbing of her nipples across his chest to the faint breeze that tickled past her toes - bring her the most exquisite pleasure. She wanted to rock on him more quickly, to draw him in and out of her at a frenzied pace. She wanted to plunge over the edge into the sweet abyss that only fulfilled pleasure brings.

His strained words reached her ears. "Sevti… my legs can’t hold us for… ahhhh… for much ahhh… longer." It pulled her back from that edge just enough to find a solution.

"Torc...," she gasped. "Sit.... sit on the edge of the pool. Let.... let me take you from here." She pressed her lips hard against his, her tongue forcing it's way past his lips. She needed some small release before she exploded around him. She needed to find some measure of control so she could bring him to his pleasure. And this kiss was the only means she could think of, the small release valve that kept the explosion in check.

[Torc Blackfoot]

Torc felt the heat of the stone rise threw his toes as the bubbles of the spring caressed his legs. Sevti’s thick thighs pulled him as he thrust into her, yet it was the soft skin gliding on over his hips and her muscled calf molding into his buttocks sculpted a such grandeur.

Torc felt the pull of muscles and the burning of bruises as Sevtis moved on him. It was fire that was spread to his manhood. The way her rock hard nipples brushed his, the way her soft, yet firm breasts moved across those bruises and cuts. Even as he gripped her buttocks and felt those smooth hips brush against the painful bruises on his wrist… he wanted more, for the pleasure far out weighed the pain and perhaps brought something to it.

As Torc heard her words, the hardest thing he had to do was stop the rhythmic motion. Yet, when he did, he did something that he had wanted to do. He gave Sevti a kiss of wild abandon. He felt his forearm slide under her round bottom, while his right hand pressed her beack which brought her torso to him. As they kissed Torc brought her up as not to deeply impale her again as they walked. The feeling of hitting something hard, was strange now, for he wanted to feel that loving cavern of Sevti’s, and perhaps he wanted it more then he thought.

Torc began to walk to the edge of the spring; he felt the water surge around their chests as they kissed. He felt his tongue dance with hers. He felt his manhood tighten as she gripped it with her sex. Torc moved his head and felt the muscles of his jaw work as he felt like he was sharing breath with Sevti. He moved slowly, allowing him to calming down, their movements still caused pleasure for he felt the water slide down each others chests to there stomachs.

Torc lowered Sevti down upon the stone, he smelled jasmine of their hair fell to his face. Slowly, he broke away from her and took a deep breath. The night air gave him their scent but also that of wild flowers nearby. Torc bent towards her feeling his member slide deeply into her. His jewels were cradled in the valley made between her firm buttocks and pale thighs.

Torc closed his eyes at the feeling, but his hand found his target. He picked the stem of a group of wildflowers. They were white with tiny petals and at least there was at least five of them on the stem. He brought it up to her face and with an impish grin he lightly hit her with a flower on the nose. Then he slowly lowered those flowers to a worthier spot, her breasts. He slid the stem back and forth across them, letting the flowers leave a wet but beautiful trail across her pale globes.

Torc spoke as he played for a moment, “Was this was my lady had in mind?” It felt good to catch his breath, especially with her scent in it.

[Sevti]

Even though Torc stopped moving inside of her, his mouth pressing hotly against hers kept pushing Sevti closer to the edge. She could feel the waves building as he pressed her closer to him, his mouth moving hotly over hers. She returned the kiss with just as much passion, trying to keep herself from being thrown over the edge by the force of this kiss alone.

A part of her was grateful that he held her up as he walked, keeping him from penetrating her too deeply. She wasn't sure she'd be able to hold her control if she were fighting both the heat of the kiss and the tip of his shaft pressing so tightly against the end of her tunnel. It seemed to take yahren for Torc to reach the edge of the spring - yahren of his mouth moving against hers, yahren of her tongue battling against his, yahren of her muscles clenching him tightly, yahren of holding so close to the edge, yet refusing to fall over.

The she felt herself being lowered, her lover's lips still firmly over hers. He was so gentle, so careful about setting her to the warm stone below. She ached with the need to have him moving inside of her again, to feel the thrust of his manhood deep inside of her. She whimpered slightly when he pulled his mouth from hers, a temporary feeling of abandonment that was soon washed away by the look in this deep blue eyes. And she had to admit, the air filling her lungs felt pretty good.

At the edge of her vision, she could see their hair mingling together, the brown and the black almost of one color in the pale moonlight. She considered slipping her fingers through their combined mass when the achadhiel began to slide more deeply into her once more.

Throwing her arms back quickly to brace herself, her back arched and eyes closed, pressing her breasts closer to him as he filled her so completely. She could feel the weight of his balls pressing against her bottom, holding there as he remained still inside of her. She longed to move against him, to twitch her hips and feel him slide within her, but the feeling of being full was so exquisite she held her pose, breathing ragged.

She could sense him reaching out for something beyond her, then felt the something lightly hitting her nose. Her eyes opened in surprise to find a small, white flower retreating slowly from her face to nestle between her breasts. The grin of mischief on Torc's face caused an answering grin on her own, though she could feel the heat of desire mingling into smile.

She watched him trail the petals slowly over her pale skin, tracing the curve of her breasts. At his teasing question, she looked up, eyes lidded with heat. "It will certainly do," she whispered as she clenched him more tightly inside of her, then began to rock her hips gently against the rock, pressing them upward toward him to bring him just a little out of her, then draw him just a little deeper. Small moves, designed to enflame and encourage. She wanted him. Needed him. And she couldn't stop hereself from showing that desire to him.

[Torc Blackfoot]

As Sevti’s hips began to move Torc placed kisses on her. It was her eyes that told him she needed him. And as he leaned into her, as she couldn’t he felt her love heat wash over him. He was wet from all the hot water, yet as the water slowly dripped from his body, small beads of sweat began to form.

Sevit’s calf’s kneaded into Torc’s behind, and he felt moisture of her sex leaking down upon his soft public hair. Torc’s hand’s went to Sevti’s hips, feeling the movement and muscle ripple over them. His heart started to pound his breath started to become ragged. He felt like he was running to the edge of a cliff that if he were just to jump off he wouldn’t fall but soar beyond the edge.

Torc opened his eyes looking at Sevti and he spoke, “Mmmmmm it feels so good… Ahhhh… I feel like I… am approaching… something.” Torc groaned with pleasure. He looked at Sevti’s he saw her dishevel hair, he say her closed eyes, her biting of her lip.

Torc could smell the jasmine and crushed wildflowers, for as Sevti started he had forgotten about the wildflowers. They layed crushed between the two of them, but Torc only felt the thousands of feelings going threw his manhood. His jewels tightened and he felt like they were building to something beyond even him.

Torc’s hand squeezed Sevti’s hips roughly, for he was getting so close to that cliff, had it been a mark since they started? It felt like a yarhen? Had it been a dozen burns since they kissed? It felt like a heavenly flicker, a rushing of pleasure that they both needed. Torc added his own ministrations to the process. He wanted to have Sevti groan like a wild animal, as another sound of pleasure escaped his lips. He opened his eyes yet again. They seemed to close on their own, but threw what little will he had left, he watched Sevti, she was beautiful!

“Your… Ahhhh… beautiful!... Ahhhh!” Torc kept them open he wanted to watch her.

[Sevti]

As Torc began to move inside her once more, she released her hold on her pleasure, allowing herself the freedom to feel the headlong rush to the precipice. She rocked below him, matching his rhythm with return thrusts of her own. The warm tingle of pleasure spread throughout her once more, her breath becoming ragged. She longed to wrap her arms around him, to hold him tight as her body tightened delightfully, but she didn't dare change a thing about their lovemaking - he felt so good inside of her, the perfect angle of his staff inside of her, hitting just where it would pleasure her most while it's base rubbed delightfully over her swollen nub, his chest rubbing against her overly sensitive nipples, his hands pressed tight against the flesh of her hips.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as the pressure built. Her muscles tightened around him - By Pan's Light, it felt so very good. Ever flicker made him feel bigger inside of her, stronger, thicker. He filled her so completely that for a flicker she wondered how she could have lived so long without him there, completing the need of her body

Torc's murmurred words, his groans, his panting, only served to drive her on. Eyes still closed, head still back, she began a low keening. Her mouth opened into a small O, occasionally broken by her tongue darting out to dampen drying lips. "I'm so close, Torc," she murmurred softly. "So close." Her hips began to rock more quickly below him with much less control than she'd displayed thus far. Her body began to shiver and shudder as she stood on the edge. She could feel her wetness coating them both. So hot. So wet. Her legs clenched more tightly around him, wanting him deeper within her, to fill her to her very sould if he could.

And then it happened. That one last thrust that pushed her over the abyss into the malestrom of timelessness that only the crest of pleasure could bring. She could never point out what made that thrust different from all those that came before, nor from those that continued to assure her plummeting through the currents of desire, but it seemed to hold the key to her release. She became like a wild animal, bucking wildly underneath the strong embrace of her lover. Her head moved from side to side, dark hair whipping around her in a soft tornado. "Torc.... Torc.... ahhh.... Oh by Pan.... Torc.... you feel.... you're so.... I can't.... I can't.... it feels.... OH TORC." Her voice rose with each word until the last calling of his name was almost a scream.

But she couldnt stop. Each thrust brought her to a new edge, only to push her over again, one small pleasure followed by another until she wasn't sure where she was - even who she was - any more. All she knew was that if Torc were to stop, she was sure she would die.

[Torc Blackfoot]

And Torc fell off that cliff of pleasure and floated on wings of gossamer. His pleasure had become so intense he felt amazing. Tried and yet ready to take on the world, guilty at this sinful act and yet so intensely happy. However the one emotion that he felt the most was closeness to Sevti that made him feel as much her pleasure as his. He felt her approach the cliff just like him, he felt the trembling in her voice just as he was trembling.

Yet it was the sight of Sevti that clung to Torc’s mind. The way she wetted her lips, the way her stomach muscles tightened as she pushed against him. The way her breasts pushed out against both their skin created a squeezed orb to the side. Yet it was her brown eyes and black hair that was the most enchanting. Her eyes flared open then closed as if he couldn’t focus on the world around her anymore. She was a woman possessed by the feelings inside of her, just as Torc was, and yet her hair cascaded threw the air in black streams.

As Sevti screamed his name his manhood shot like a sparrow dashing for a worm. It was mad in a way, Torc almost thought he felt the shot jump threw him. Then another came not as strong as the first, but almost equally with feeling. Another and another came, and soon he lost track for he felt drained to the marrow. His staff still worked and he continued to drive in and almost out of Sevti, he wanted to wait till she calmed down.

Yet in all truth, Torc wanted to hold Sevti now, he wanted to bring her up into his arms and lay them both down in the grass. He wanted to kiss her softly and feel the smoothness of her skin under his fingers. He just wanted to share each others warmth, and feel content for a few flickers. Yet he waited, and as Sevti calmed down, he took her into his arms and laying her down. He kissed her softly, for the words of how much joy he felt did not come. His right hand moved over her body lightly as his left kept her to him.

And in it all Torc, softly kissed Sevti’s face wanting to tell her how he felt, but not knowing how to do it.