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The dress was delicate and one might have said simple until they looked at the intricate beading. Each little glass bead was golden in tone and placed with care on the skin toned fabric that flowed around her body. Lines upon lines of beads hid her modesty, enhanced her slender form and caught the light making her seem to glow. The daring neckline that exposed pale flesh almost indistinguishable from the fabric that surrounded it. Flowing to the floor, the straight lines made pleats of sorts, that showed slender legs between gauzy strips of fabric. Her mask was constructed with care and had been the reason this dress had been picked. Eirian wasn't an unknown figure, a princess of her people, she was easy to pick out normally. It could have been her white silver hair or the enchanting, endless blue of her eyes... the delicate marks along her cheeks. The slight curl to her mouth as if she knew a secret... The mask hid all but her hair. Heart-shaped, the top of it was composed of little delicate pieces, woven together to hide her eyes, and part of her cheeks. She could see from behind the veil of metal. The part that rested over her nose and mouth was a solid piece of gold, obstructing her features entirely. A pair of gilded wings were perched on her silver locks to finish the look. Her tresses simply curled as they fell like molten silver down her back.
The masque was being held outside, dearly needed due to the press of bodies and the heat they generated. Music played, couples danced, others gathered chatting softly. Even this early, it was easy to watch lovers slip off for a more private location. Eirian could see it all as she watched quietly from beside a pillar near the dance floor. Lofty goals forgotten and plans regretted, she couldn't help but wonder why she was here? This night was the party before the two kingdoms became one. Light and dark fae mingled, their voices blending into a solid hum of noise as she watched. Was her husband to be here as well? Perhaps with the same goal as she, to find a lover? A virgin, there was something about him being her first that had made her stomach turn, and yet she was far too much of a coward to approach anyone. A soft snort left her... It wasn't who she was. She was unlikely to ever be like that.... Yet, she longed for that sort of wildness; that fire. Longingly she watched couples dance, spinning to and fro, clearly enjoying themselves.
All of this made her angry. Peace, but at what cost. It was noble, right to sacrifice yourself for the many. Eirian hated it. Her mind slipped back from the party to her husband to be. She'd seen his picture, just once. He was handsome enough and she couldn't help feel a sort of ridiculous jealousy at the idea of him with someone else. He wasn't hers. He didn't love her, nor she him. Childish, perhaps. That is what she was. To hate giving up her life and dreams for others to live safely. To resent not being able to marry for love. To hate him and this faceless woman she pictured him with. Closing her eyes, her lashes brushing the mask as she tried to settle her emotions. It was stupid to be upset, when she'd had similar plans. Stupid to be jealous of a man she had no desire to marry! The anger at being forced to marry, now that was justified. Shifting against the pillar she opened her eyes, looking at the dazzling floor before her. She could dance, there was no harm in that, right?
All she needed to do was take the first step...
Krosis, the second heir to the Vrynal clan was perched in the canopy of an ancient elder tree. His gray eyes casually watching the festivities below as he swung his mask haphazardly by the silk strings. He wasn't ready to join the party yet. If there was one aspect of his life that Krosis thoroughly coveted, it was his ability to do whatever he wanted.
An arranged marriage hadn't been the way that Krosis thought he would lose his freedom or meet his wife. He had always imagined at some point, he would give in to his father's bureaucratic desires and take his place as a political power among the dark fae, provide more heirs to the Vrynal. Taking a seat in the council was nothing to scoff at, but even in his sixty-seven years of life, he wasn't ready to dedicate his life to the wills of the people or one woman. Of course he wanted what was best for the dark fae, for his clan, but he also wanted to have fun. The second son was more free spirited than his unyielding older brother. Krosis enjoyed the thrill of adventure and battle, of besting his enemies. Now...he was going to be a husband.
"Krosis!" The man flinched slightly as his brother, Kror, appeared next to him in a wisp of black smoke. "Father has been looking for you. The celebration has started. Do you not wish to enjoy your last night as a unwed man?"
"A masquerade isn't how I wanted to spent my last night of freedom." Krosis answered as he watched the hordes of people dancing to the lively music down below. "I would much rather be drinking with my friends rather than hiding my face."
"Well that's the fun, isn't it?" Kror's mask was gilded in gold and carved with the pattern of scales like a snake. "A simple rule of not removing your mask makes it a little interesting, at least. Come, have a drink with me and then you can go back to sulking"
"Fine." Kro rolled his eyes and brought his mask up to his face. It had been molded specifically for him and he tied the silken laces around his head. He fluffed his suit coat before exhaling dramatically. "Let my last bit of freedom be taken from me under this full moon, on the eve of my political marriage."
"That's the spirit!" Kror slapped his brother on the back, and they both disappeared in a puff of smoke, appearing in the throngs of masque attendees that were gathered around the overtly grand refreshments table. "Here." Kror grabbed a glass of sparkling blue spirits that had gold dust swirling slowly on the surface, making the drink resemble the night sky. "Try and enjoy the night, hm? Now I must try and find my beloved."
Krosis just nodded as he took the glass and downed it in one gulp, placing the empty vessel on the table and replacing it with another full one. The spirits were strong, and he was thankful for that. At the very least he could get inebriated and forget that he was going to be wed against his will tomorrow. Of course, on his more responsible side, perhaps he shouldn't show up to his wedding hung over. A heavy sigh escaped as he let his eyes scan the dance floor. There were younger generations of light and dark fae mingling, dancing and enjoying the night with hopes of peace igniting their hearts. He scoffed quietly to himself as he finished yet another drink and grabbed for more. The spirits finally doing what they were distilled to do and his body began to feel, a bit lighter, along with his mind.
Across the sea of celebrating fae, Krosis caught a glimpse of shimmering silver-white hair, reflecting light under the floating orbs above the dance floor. In his slightly drunken state, he thought for a moment that it was a ghost. But in the most cliche moment in his life so far, the people parted and he got a good look at the apparition, who happened to be a woman. A woman with a very pleasing figure. There was an unnatural feeling, a pull, like a rope had been noosed around his neck and was drawing him towards the masked beauty. Soon, Krosis found himself swimming through the undulating ocean to reach the opposite shore.
When he finally managed to reach her, he couldn't manage to form any words or coherent thought. Although that could've been due to his spirits infused blood. It took him a moment to regain his composure and he cleared his throat, bowing at the waist as he offered his hand. Introductions weren't necessary during a masquerade and neither was articulation.
"Would you honor me with a dance?"
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That she had attracted any gazes would have been news to her. While lovely and often regarded for her beauty, it was something that Eirian didn't quite understand. To her, there were faults.. Be it her diminutive size, or the lack of an apple bosom that most men seemed to prefer. The silver of her hair along with the luminescent blue of her eyes both striking, but it made her feel out of place in a see of what most would consider ordinary. Now more than ever she wished she could just fade from view. At least the mask hid her eyes and her family, all of them were known for the silver of their hair, be it in darker or lighter shades than even her own. She would likely be known as a member of the house Morana, but the princess? unlikely.
Summoning her courage she moved to step out only to find a male before her. He stood before her, dark eyes gazing at her with an intensity that made her forget how to breathe for a moment. He was handsome, that much she'd admit freely and based on his mask and overall coloring from the court of her soon to be husband. The mask gave him a devilish look, no doubt the point. It was the sort of devil you'd happily follow into hell, just for a moment with him, a touch of those lips along your skin. In the moment that he stared at her, she returned the favor, her lips half parted behind her mask. Coming from his reverie, he cleared his throat and offered her his hand as he bowed. A smile played against her lips now and she slipped her pale hand into his own. "It would be my pleasure."
She hadn't expected him to tell her name, nor did she give him her own. A night of freedom, she wouldn't squander it... besides, the not knowing is what made it fun. His hand was warm, though his fingers were rough. He had known a blade intimately. This didn't give her pause. He'd fought against her kingdom, her soon to be husband had as well. He had been the one leading the damn war on his end and doing a damn fine job. That rankled a bit and without knowing him, she knew in his place, she would have been furious. He had been winning... Had they left him to his own devices, he would have won. Eirian wasn't privy to the details beyond that... but men talked. They always had guards, advisors and they always spared a moment for the pretty little princess. At first to reassure her and later, to warn her should things turn, she should run.
Anyone who thought she'd leave her family was mistaken.
As the pair slipped into the throng of dancers, she allowed him to pick the place and set the pace. Her hand brushed his shoulder, a light, feathery touch. Her fingers slipped along the hair at the nape of his neck as she stepped in closer, her body pressed against his. The dances were spirited, lively and sensual. There was a goal for this masque that reached far beyond a night of celebration and frivolity. There would be babies made this night, of mixed blood. The start of a new kingdom, a joint clan. The liquor flowed freely and there were many a dark corner for couples to sneak off into. Eirian was unsure she'd go that far, even if she desperately wanted her first to be someone she picked, not someone she was forced to be with. The music swelled around them as the moved and it took Eirian a moment to notice something...
Unlike the feeling he'd had when he had first laid eyes on her, it was in his arms as they spun on the dance floor that she felt it. A sort of... tether between them. The way they moved, wholly in sync. Where he guided her, she was already moving. Where his hand brushed along her dress, she felt it like a brand. Her hand slid further along his neck, her fingers tangling with his dark locks. Normally she wouldn't be so bold, but this was a masque.. her last night of freedom...
Intimacy was something Krosis wasn't very educated in when it came to romance. Gentle touches and honey-kissed words were lost to him. An art form he had never wanted to master, nor had time for. He was a young man, after all. Heated skin against sultry curves is what he craved nightly. The blazing trails of fire that were left on his back from a woman lost in carnal bliss. Lascivious groans and broken gasps of ecstasy that would slowly crescendo into uncontainable high octaves of pleasure was his music of choice when he claimed his spoils. Not the gentle words of desperate lovers and the coy hands of a wilting flower that was too shy to take what she wanted.
No. He wanted, needed a different kind of desperation. The kind that made a woman gasp for air as if she were drowning and his body was the oxygen she so fiercely needed. The kind that would draw blood and clench muscles that would hold him hostage to her will. That's what he needed. Romantic intimacy was for weaker men and virgins. None of which he was.
So was there any harm in reveling in the prescence of a light fae woman before he wed? One more night of desperation before he was promised to one woman. He hadn't actually heard her accept his invitation to dance. He would have taken her regardless. All he could focus on was the delicate hand that was gently grasped in his own as he led her to the dance floor. The rest of the crowd slowly parted as his eyes fell prisoner to his dance partner's figure. She was petite, the top of her head barely reaching his collarbone and for a minute, he thought about picking her up and whisking her away to somewhere more secluded for something far less...virtuous.
Of course, he had offered her a dance and he did want to talk to her a little, even if it was just a few words to lull her into a sense of control. He was a bit curious as to why he was feeling this pull which only grew stronger the closer that he came to this woman. The color of her hair gave away her family, but he'd never met anyone other than the elder of the Morana Clan and it was vast.
Could this have been his bride? Did that matter? Maybe, but surely she was preparing for the wedding. Did it truly change anything for Krosis if it was? Absolutely not. The thought was swept from his mind shortly after as he held the light fae's hand a bit tighter, the other drifting down to rest gently on her waist as they stepped in time with the tempo.
"Now what is a fae like yourself doing all by her lonesome?" Krosis asked as they began gliding to the gentle rhythm of the music. A slower melody as the ambient lights overhead began to dim and wander lazily through the air, altering the mood among the dizzy dancers. "Surely I couldn't be the only one to seek your attention?"
Dancing was something that Krosis was practiced in due to his sword arte training. Being aware of one's feet was of life or death importance on the battlefield. So as the music began to build, he lifted the petite woman by the waist and spun with the other couples in synchrony, making sure to avoid her toes as their step continued.
The rest of the world seemed to slip into the void as Krosis was captivated by mesmerizing blue eyes. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought that she was enchanting him. Though the immense warmth and rush of endorphins didn't emerge from the depths of his gut or spread to every nerve, but there was something. The pull that was present before was now becoming a muted vibration that hummed and crept up his neck, causing him to swallow. Perhaps he had drank too much.
As the music slowed and the dance came to an en, Krosis looked around to see the band taking a break. The crowd dispersing in various directions. Even though sweet nothings weren't his forte, he was devious enough to know how to fake it. At least until he could get this surreal beauty alone.
"Would you like to go somewhere less crowded to talk?" The celebration was about unity and peace. What better way to express interest in light fae than to have one to himself? The dark fae reached out and gently graced his knuckles against her feathery soft skin before gently lifting her chin. "I'd very much like to learn about the light, if you're willing to share it with me."
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Whereas the partner who stood before her was more than practiced in intimacy, it was an art that Eirian had never been allowed to explore. A sheltered, watched life tended to rob one of what others would consider fundamental skills. Not a total innocent, she might as well have been. When all of the art consisted of kisses and not even improper ones, it was hard to say that she was anything but. This however put Eirian far out of her depth when it came to the man who extended his hand to her. When she accepted his hand, there was no way for her to know exactly how it would doom her. A doom that she willingly entered. This would never be his. She'd choose.. Perhaps one of his own court, but it wouldn't be her husband to be. It wasn't much power, but she took what she could from the fate that awaited her.
A night with a man, a man she chose. Little did her partner know that even as unprepared she was, it wouldn't have taken much to lure her away. Eirian at the very least didn't throw herself at her partner like a wanton whore. She had some decorum.. So as the pair parted the stream of dancers, slipping between them like a nimble ship to find their own place in the flow, Eirian let go of any reservations she had. One night of freedom. That seemed to be the mantra in her head that swirled like the pair did within the embrace of the music. There was something as she spun out and back into him, that made her soul sing. It was dismissed as the thrill of her plan and the freedom she sought. Like a band stretching between them, tethering the pair to one another. It quivered as it grew taunt, but the feeling as she spun back into him was like coming home. She told herself to not fall for this temporary sensation, like the night would pass and tomorrow would swallow all.
His question curled through her and she glanced up at him, the gold of her mask flickering within the candlelight. "Perhaps it was you I was waiting for," Eirian knew the line was silly, but it was no less so than his she felt and she gave a small shake of her head. None had sought her out, but then again she all but hid from the revelers as she worked up her courage. "It seems that you are. Perhaps I scared them." She laughed then, for the both knew that she was unlikely to be terrifying. So small and delicate. That didn't mean she couldn't have known how to fight, but her hand in his was like velvet, unblemished by the weapons his hands knew so well.
While Eirian had never learned sword fighting, dancing was one art she'd been allowed to practice. She moved gracefully, her feet nimble as they moved. Even as the music slowed and the dancers came to a stop, clapping politely. As the band took their leave, for a well earned break it left them standing alone in the center of the floor as others trailed off in search of food, drink or another activity to get one's heart racing. His question made her lips quirk and she paused as if considering. It was the way his fingers trailed down along the skin along her jaw before lifting her face towards him that made her swallow hard. "I would like that." Funny that they both thought the other was falling into their plans easily, neither aware that it had been the goal since she'd agreed to that dance.
Slipping her arm into his own, they left the dance floor and she led them slowly through the crowds, slowly leaving the main room. Eirian knew where they could go and as they walked they passed others in intimate embraces. Leading him further from the warmth of the main 'room' she lead him through a delicate archway. Lights still lingered overhead, but it was the silver light of the moon that guided their path now. Stopping only as they found themselves at the edge of a pool of deep water. A hot spring, if the water curling from the surface was anything to go by.
So he followed the little white rabbit blindly, greedy to see where she was leading him as they passed other party goers coupling up in shadowed corners, and not so shadowed corners. Celebrations often led to heightened and often public amorous activities. Whether from the full moon or the spirits, or a lovely combination of both. Either way, hardly anyone left a fae gathering without wetting their whistle, so to speak, and Krosis was thirsty. So much so that he couldn't stop his tongue from parting his lips.
It wasn't too far of a walk, and if it had been, he hadn't noticed. He was too distracted by the illuminated vision before him. The moonlight creating a shimmer around the woman that made her etheral. Before he knew it, they were standing in a very secluded area with a roiling pool at their feet and not another soul in sight. Krosis could feel the heat rising from the surface of the hot spring and glanced down at the woman next to him before bringing a hand up to undo the buttons of his jacket. Dark fae were never shy about indulging in pleasure. Neither were the light, but they liked to play their innocent role. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps he should remove his mask. Reveal his identity and not worry about it getting in the way of the festivities, but the thought of staying anonymous seemed like more fun in the grand scheme of the night. It was a masquerade after all.
"A moonlit bath?" He queried as he shed his coat and tossed it on a nearby tree. The strings of his shirt falling victim to the same deft motion before being pulled over his head. "I must say, this was such a clever way for you to get me out of my clothes." He smirked playfully as his shirt found the same resting place as his jacket.
Boots and trousers were next until he was standing in only his undergarments. There wouldn't be any harm in revealing the rest of his assets, but he didn't want to shock the poor woman. Some modesty was a virtue. Move too fast and the hunt would be over, his little rabbit could scurry away if he showed how eager he truly was.
The mist rising from the sweltering pool was enough to melt the built up tension in the dark fae's body that the spirits hadn't banished. He carefully stepped into the water and winced silently at the heat before enduring the scorching waters. He held his breath for a second as he sat and the bubbling water lapped at his chest. It only took a moment before his body acclimated to the temperature, but the slight sting of the spring was a reminder that he may have been a bit too hasty in trying to impress his light fae temptress.
Krosis sighed softly as he sank deeper into the water, his eyes closing in ecstasy and relief as his head lolled back against the cool rock. Honestly he could've enjoyed the rest if the night in that hot spring by himself. His worries washing away and the thought of his impending marriage so far in the distance that he could barely remember it, but other parts of him were far too hungry to ignore the woman. His eyes barely opened to look up at the light fae.
"Are you going to make me sit here alone?" At this point he didn't care if she did or didn't. Of course he did, but she didn't need to know that. Nonchalance was a practiced art to the son of the elder. Keeping calm and aloof was sometimes the best way to lure curious prey. Krosis didn't want to show how thirsty he actually was. "No need to be shy."
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There was an almost siren song emanating from the man beside her. It could have been her plan to bed someone of her choosing and yet, she doubted it. That alone wouldn't cause the sensation that pulled just behind her navel. Like there was a rope that connected them and the longer she was in his presence, the tighter it grew so even a few feet away it was a recognizable pull. She dismissed it, the Fairy wine she'd had while standing in the shadow of the pillar. Something she wished to see, a connection she desired on this night made real by her sweetly addled thoughts.
The couplings were happening around them and Eirian's eyes flickered towards those embracing within the shadows and outside them. It did nothing to chase away the flickers of need that coiled in her body. They were born of the need to give herself to someone of her choosing and the fact that she led the man she'd picked toward a secluded location. One that would unlikely be intruded upon. While she doubted anyone would scorn her for joining in on the festivities of the night, her family and perhaps even her husband to be would likely frown on her actions. Little did she know... As the pair came to a stop beside the pool she looked upward, letting the moon bathe her face in it's pale light. Though she wore the mask, she still basked in her glow.
Her eyes opened and her head turned as she watched her partner begin to disrobe, a slight smile on her lips as she took in the sight. There was no shyness or propriety here. The party, the location.. all of it was designed for one thing. So while she didn't move to join him in shedding her own clothing. She watched him, a faint blush hidden beneath her mask. No, her kind didn't have any qualms about pleasure, though they did tend to be a touch more reserved than the Dark Fae. Her smile grew and she inclined her head. "Work smarter, not harder. That is the saying, yes?" Her voice danced with amusement and she shifted some as he stripped down to his undergarments.
Tilting her head she knelt beside the pool as he sank into the spring, the steam brushing her silvery locks causing them to curl slightly in the heat. "Hmm, perhaps, but you look so content. Perhaps I should leave you to soak away the night and find company elsewhere?" Her voice was soft and teasing and while poking at his pride a little had been fun, she had no desire fond another partner for the night. Standing she turned her back to him and gently pulled at the side of her dress. The fabric gave a little and slithered down her body in one single, fluid motion. Would it be the fact that she only wore a pair of purple lace panties beneath her dress or the full back tattoo that would draw his eyes first.
The panties were almost simple with very little to them. lace rode up one side of her hips while three strings the other side connecting the side. Delicate and sweet, Eirian made no move to remove them as she twisted he long silver hair upwards. Artfully knotted at the top of her head it left her back bare, the wings on full display as she laid her dress along a bush. The lines were delicate, soft as they swept along her back. Blues, greens, yellows and purples spanned her pale, flawless flesh. Turning she crossed the short distance and took the smooth stairs into the water, the steam coloring her skin. A slow wash of pink etching up her pale body as she slowly submerged herself. Moving to sit close to him she sighed gently and closed her eyes. "I have always loved this place... Not many come here, or perhaps they don't know about it."
She regretted her mask for a moment, the heat warming it in an almost unpleasant fashion. It would ruin the fun though, to remove it. To show who she was to her dark haired stranger.
"That I wasn't expecting." Krosis moved to the side of the spring that was closer to the woman. His eyes came to rest on the only garment she was still wearing. "Nor that." He smirked and looked up to meet her gaze. "I'm a little jealous that you could get undressed so quickly. I had so many buckles and ties."
When the silver haired fae stepped into the hot spring, Krosis sat up a little straighter as she glided towards him. It wasn't often that Krosis would get nervous, usually on the battlefield, but he could feel his senses becoming hyper aware. He couldn't help moving closer and breathing a little deeper as the humidity from the hot water started to make him sweat under the mask. Though the dark fae was beginning to sober up, that didn't seem to keep his head from swimming as he watched the light fae close her eyes and revel in the warmth. The pull in his chest was getting annoying as he shifted closer to the woman still, his gaze locking on his prey while leaning closer. His lips were a breath away from caressing her jaw before the horns of his mask gently crashed into the wings of her own.
The man growled softly before reaching back to until the strings to his mask. Now that it was hindering his advances, there was no point in trying to wear it. It didn't matter now if she saw his face or not. He was so drawn to her that he didn't care who she was, he wanted her. The mask clattered gently against the rock as he tossed it to the side and he made a bold decision to remove his companion's mask as well. His fingers made quick work of the strings and he carefully removed the wings.
"I hope you don't mind." He breathed quietly. "But I think this will just get in the way." Krosis sat up slightly as he gently slid the gilded mask off the woman's face, setting it next to his before taking a good, thorough look at the woman's face. He inhaled slowly as he blinked, noticing the markings on her face. "Fuck me."
Krosis knew this woman was part of the Morana Clan, but not only that, it was his bride-to-be. He sat back against the rock once more, bringing his hand up to massage his forehead. This was quite the turn of events, and he wasn't sure if he actually cared that it was Eirian Morana that he had planned to...engage with. Another part of him though, was irritated. He had wanted his last night of freedom to be with some woman he'd never met and would never see again. Yet here was his bride sitting mostly nude in a hot spring. This had to be some sort of cosmic jest.
"Of all the women that I could've chosen," He dragged his hand down his face as he stared at Eirian. "What are the odds that I was drawn to you? Here I thought you'd be preparing for our ceremony tomorrow."
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The feeling of his eyes on her was like lightning through her blood system. The sweep of them as they slide from curve to curve, lingering at the tattoo that spanned her back. That wash of color was intricate and very detailed. Hands moved to pull her hair away from her back, baring that mark to him, so he could see it easily. He wouldn't know what it really was, few did. It was one of her family's most guarded secrets. Her chin touched her shoulder as the water rippled behind her, her lashes lowered as she took his hazy countenance in. The steam made his body ripple slightly and she chuckled lowly. "You were rather bound in your clothing.." the musing was cut short as she turned towards him. It wasn't always so easy for her, but she'd been more or less left to her own devices for the night; all of the man power being fed into tomorrow.
The way he moved, his subtle reactions were not lost on her and it only helped to delight her. It wasn't something that Eirian was used to, drawing the attention of males. She'd not practiced this art, so unlike her companion, this was virgin territory. It was the warmth of the water and his attentions that made her eyes close, enjoying both as they soaked into her. Shi body was close enough that even in the warmth of the spring she could feel him near her. The gentle ripples made her lashes rise as he leaned his head into her, her lips parted slightly behind her mask, waiting for the first brush of his lips and then her head rocked slightly and she laughed, the sound bright, the contrast of his darker growl.
Not so much his frustration but her nerves had caused her giggle. Turning her head she watched as he tugged at the laces of his mask, with nimble fingers and she watched it skitter along the stone for a moment. The masks coming off didn't bother her, but it would be clear to this man tomorrow to whom he'd bedded this night. That made her heart race and for just a moment, she second guessed her decision. She owed her husband to be nothing. This was her last night of freedom.. Hers. It didn't belong to him and was hers to be used as she saw fit. That sealed her resolve as his hands moved to her own mask. Her eyes closed as those same nimble fingers tugged at the laces holding her own mask aloft. She'd opened her eyes as the mask had been pulled from her face, the steam of the water somehow cool on her flushed skin.
"Fuck me."
Her brows furrowed for a moment in confusion and then it slowly dawned on her. The words that came moments later as his hand was dragged down his handsome face only confirmed it. This wasn't some random dark fae... She pulled away from him, the water creating ripples between them. Her anger flared and for a moment, those unusual eyes of hers flashed. Eirian agreed with his sentiments. Of all the people she could have picked.. She gave a low, feminine growl. Even knowing it was him she couldn't shake this pull towards him and that angered her further. "Why is that?" Her voice was colder, though she didn't make any comments about his choice of activities before their wedding.. She'd not have had a leg to stand on. "Because I am good little light fae?" The words barbed. "Or are only you allowed to seek one last night of freedom?"
She should leave. Get up, put on her dress and leave. This was meant to be her choice and yet.. here he was. It felt like fate pushing them together, which didn't help soothe her annoyance. That pull in the pit of her stomach as she shifted slightly away. She wanted to hit something and for a moment she wondered what he'd do if she hit him. It likely wouldn't go well for her, leaning back against the rock, she couldn't help but wonder...
"So what now?"
"Do you think you're the only one seeking freedom?" Krosis lifted his head and stared at Eirian. She was an ethereal visage, he wouldn't argue against that, but she was the last woman he wanted to spend the night with at this particular moment. "You could go bed the rest of the party if you wish. In fact, I encourage it."
It was the honest truth. He had never been shy about speaking his mind and if Eirian was going to marry him, she might as well get used to it sooner than later. The dark fae combed his fingers through his damp hair with another heavy sigh as he quirked an eyebrow at the woman across from him. He supposed they could continue on the path that they'd been on. Throw animosity to the wind and entwine in the water like planned, but his pride was stopping him. The night he'd had planned was meant to be spent with a woman whose name he wouldn't remember in the morning. Of course, the feeling that was filling his body and pulling in his gut was hard to ignore.
"So what now?"
"I don't know." Krosis admitted as he rubbed his neck and lifted his gaze to the moon overhead. "We could always head back to the party and try to find other willing partners. Or," A smirk grew on his face as he glided through the water, closer to his bride-to-be. "We could just finish what was started." Of course he still wanted to indulge in what the full moon offered as well as take his frustration out of his body in the form of physical activity. He was a man after all and Eirian was a gorgeous specimen to behold. "The moon is full and I'm still slightly inebriated enough to do this, if you're open. What better way to start our arranged marriage than by consummating early?"
At the very least Krosis could still get some satisfaction from the night whether it was Eirian or not. But the thought of going back to the party to try and find a woman that wasn't already occupied with another man or woman...or group. So she was the next best thing to a one night stand, even though he would see her once again in the near future. Whether or not Eirian would be open to it was the question. Would the Morana 'princess' be willing to do such a deed with him now that she knew who he was? Not to mention that pull hadn't dissipated with the reveal of his partner's identity, but he was too preoccupied to question it.
"I suppose I should properly introduce myself first." Krosis chuckled as he lifted his hand out of the water and offered it to the light fae. "I'm Krosis, your future husband. It's a pleasure to meet you."
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A soft snort left her as moon kissed eyes gazed at him through the rising steam. A delicate brow rose as she shook her head, her laugh was husky, though it lacked warmth or humor. "I never said that." In fact, she had not been under any sort of illusion how he'd spend his evening. It wasn't a slight against him, her view... But she knew men. Knew what one being forced into marriage might do. Eirian didn't hold that against him either... For she had planned to do the exact same. His easy dismissal of her rankled, but she wouldn't allow it to hurt. "I am sure I could fin another to welcome into their arms and bed," she agreed, her voice cool. Playing her fingers over the surface of the water, she caused it to ripple along her breasts, her eyes moving toward the moon in the growing silence between the pair. He wasn't what she'd have chosen for herself. Not him per say, but the arranged marriage. She had wanted to fall in love and to be loved. That seemed a large ask from someone she didn't know and Eirian had already steeled her heart against that pain.
In the water, staring up at the moon as it bathed their bodies in its cool light, she could almost forget that the man beside her was her betrothed. Before the masks had come off, she'd been oh so willing. Yet now? She couldn't ignore the pull was still there, but her pride wouldn't allow her to give this part to him, could she? One choice, that was all she'd wanted. A smile pulled at her lips as she let her eyes fall to Krosis. She'd still picked him, without knowing who laid beneath the mask. Fate was cruel, if nothing else, Eirian decided as she asked him what would happen now. The amorous mood had all but deflated, floating away on the curling steam. Whatever she'd expected it had not been the second option that left his mouth as she slid closer to her. Her head tilted as she eyed him warily. His first answer had aligned more with what she thought he'd suggest. While he was inebriated, she was not. The way he suggested lacked the romance, even as false as it would have been that she'd sought.
Her eyes stroked his face as she searched, as if looking for something.. though what she sought, Eirian knew not. There was this pull, though she dismissed it now more than ever. A fool's dream. A hand rose out of the water, offered to her and she let out a shaky breath before lifting her own hand to his. Her hand was smaller than his and unlike his own, soft. She'd never held a weapon, never known a hard day's labor. "Eirian, the pleasure is mine." The words were the right ones to say, they both knew it. Hand in his, Eirian came to the decision. She'd already picked him, it mattered not who he was. She'd picked him. This was still her choice. Knowing who he was changed nothing. Shifting in the water she gently pulled her hand from his, those soft fingertips trailing along his jaw as she leaned in. Close as she was, their breath mingled, her nose brushed his as her lashes lowered. Her mouth found his, the kiss sweet, chaste.
This was her answer.
So the kiss, though delicate and pure, had caught him off guard. Even though Krosis knew how to charm a woman, even if it was only for one night (or for the rest of his life), it took him a moment to get over the initial shock. Her lips were unnaturally soft against his own and he leaned in, parting his lips to drink deeper. Forgetting, if only for a moment, that she was soon to be his wife. His arms snaked around her lithe waist and the warm water undulated around them as he pulled Eirian onto his lap. He kept his grip slack in the off chance that the light fae decided she didn't want to take things in the direction they were headed. Though having a mostly naked woman in his arms, it was hard to ignore the feel of his hands gliding along her curves or the way her breasts pressed gently against his chest. So he held her a little tighter and pulled her flush against his body, enjoying the added heat that Eirian's body was providing.
The tug that had been so incessant ever since he'd laid eyes on the woman had eased and was slowly being replaced by a plangent warmth that was spreading from his core. The water was causing flesh to pleasantly slide and Krosis could feel the last of the spirits burning through his body. His senses reawakening as he broke the kiss, only to admire the woman that sat so delicately in his lap. His vision was swimming, but mostly from the heat of the spring and the desire that was rising like steam from the hot water.
"Will you be able to look me in the eyes tomorrow when we exchange our promises?" Krosis couldn't help but find humor in the whole situation that he found himself in. He didn't understand why he was so drawn to Eirian before he even knew who she was. He blamed it on the spirits at the time, but alcohol could only impair you so much. Perhaps the moon could take the blame as well for lulling him into such a state where a woman could pull him into her orbit. Of course, he wasn't upset about the choice, only that he was going to have to see her again tomorrow at their wedding.
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Pulled into his lap, Eirian didn’t stiffen as he might have suspected she would. As if to play with fire, she shifted in his lap, careful to not break the kiss as she straddled him. It was dangerous, and while he’d be her first.. Her only, it seemed, she was not so unaware of what to do. Beneath her thighs, she felt the corded muscles of his own. It seemed to be a theme, and while not built like a rock, she could feel that subtle strength in each place they touched. In the arms around her waist, loose as they were, his chest, where his heart beat beneath her breast. When his arm tightened, she laughed, the sound airy against his lips. Closer still, she didn’t seem to mind. Her fingers linked lazily behind his neck and she tipped her face up toward him. “Mmm, shall I close my eyes now, so I may look at you tomorrow?”
Her lashes fell playfully, teasing him. A brow rose in question before she peeked with one moon kissed eye. “While, I don’t doubt I could.. Even if I didn’t, no one but you would be the wiser.” Her fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, the motion idle as she thought. “I can’t say I was pleased to be marrying you, I doubt you are either to wed me.” There was no anger or hurt in her voice. Cold truth alone, though her voice warmed it at the edges. “Perhaps you are more upset that after tonight, I will not be some hazy memory. You shall still be stuck with me.”
She had no idea how close she came to the truth and her eyes slipped past him toward where others were likely coupling already. “I fear, if that is the case, you might be too late to find a bed warmer.” Leaning in, her lips brushed the corner of his, her body pressing closer still as they trailed to his ear. “I was meant to be a distraction, was I not?” She licked the edge of his ear, before her teeth grazed the tender flesh. She felt silly, almost, but she let that unease slide away. Her body knew what to do, she needed to just ignore her mind and follow it. "So let me distract and what may come tomorrow be a worry for then.."
A smirk grew on the man's lips as Eirian adjusted on his lap. His future wife was much more than he had given her credit for and he was finding their interactions far more entertaining and...intimate, than he thought they would be. As she leaned forward, he tightened his hold around her slender waist and enjoyed the warmth she was emitting. Her fingers languidly twirling his hair was almost enough to lull him to sleep, if he hadn't been focused on the feeling of Eirian's skin under his fingertips as they trailed up her spine with a feather light touch through the warm water and back down again. Though he was brought right back when he felt her lips brush against his cheek and her tongue, followed by teeth against his ear. He inhaled sharply, a pressure building in his core and his excitement getting difficult to control.
"I don't think I'd find a better partner at the moment." His voice was laced with want as he adjusted to sit up a little straighter, doing his best to stay in control as Eirian's actions had caught him a bit off guard. Most of the time he was the initiator, the aggressor. The one teasing and causing women to fawn at his every touch and word, but in his current state, under the influence of the full moon, he might have met his match. Krosis wasn't sure if his future bride was this bold all the time, but he surely did hope so. While it was a new position for him to be in, he was thoroughly enjoying every second of it. "While I wasn't expecting you to be such a welcome distraction, I am definitely not thinking of another with someone so pleasing sat upon my lap."
Krosis leaned forward, his hands gliding over her skin through the water, one following the curve of her spine up until it he was gently burying his fingers into her hair as the other went to rest on her hip. He leaned forward, tilting her head to the side before stopping a hair away from her neck. He didn't know what was stopping him from taking her as he had taken other women. This celebration usually only had one end result and even though he was only giving his undivided attention to one fae woman, he wanted to take his time. In the back of his mind, his primal urges wanted to take her as he would with anyone else, but he struggled with the thought of laying a rough hand on her delicate skin. Whatever sort of bond they had or was forming, was nothing like he'd experienced and he wasn't sure if he was fond of it yet.
"Tell me, Eirian," He pulled away again, far enough that he could look into her eyes. Letting his grip loosen before his hand floated to carefully cup her face. "What do you want to achieve this night? Hm?" He tilted his head a bit, a smile creeping on his lips as he lifted his hips with just enough force to lift her an inch or two. "Shall we consummate our pending union now? Under the light of the moon in these waters that are being heated with our bodies alone?"
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Unused to such a position, Eirian had no idea how she was affecting Krosis. She might have been pleased to know she had shaken him, even just a little. Used to her family, her own ‘kind’, Krosis was beautiful, dark and mysterious. Some of the fears she’d been harboring were melting away. Eirian had expected him to be cruel, arrogant and standoffish. She’d yet to witness this, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there, buried beneath their lust and desire. When he shifted beneath her, Eiri curled closer to him, not willing to give any space up between them.
The warm water he trailed up and down her back was nothing next to the sear his fingers left in their wake. Her lips quirked to one side as he said he wasn’t thinking of another. “I should hope not..” She didn't mean this because she was his bride to be. “That would mean I am not distraction enough.” Her words a soft purr as his fingers slid into her hair. Her lashes lowered some, even as he tilted her head to one side, his other hand on her waist. Was this normal, for him to take such time with his conquests? That after all, is what she was. It didn’t bother as much as she thought it might. Perhaps because she wouldn’t be casually tossed aside when he was done; though Eiri doubted it. She’d planned to be a notch in someone’s belt tonight…
Nuzzling her cheek into his hand as he asked her what she wished to achieve. Her laughter was breathy as he lifted his hip and she bit the fleshy part of his thumb playfully. “That was my plan” Her lips nuzzled against his palm as she spoke. “I was planning to pick a man and sleep with him. To have my first picked by me. But you knew as much already.” Her eyes met his moonlight given life in her gaze. “Just because you happen to be my husband to be, doesn’t change that desire.”
Shifting slightly she pressed their cores together, her cheek still cradled in the warmth of his palm. “Unless you have other thoughts on the matter? Perhaps on a bed of moss, if the water doesn't suit?” Her eyes danced with challenge. Oh, Eiri didn’t think he’d change his mind and he couldn’t escape their marriage. Teasing him, she found, quite fun. Provoking him, even just a little, sent a thrill through her.
Moonlight was shining almost exclusively on their little spring of hot water, or so it seemed. The light reflecting off the surface enough to illuminate Eirian, making it appear that she was glowing. He felt a jolt of electricity scorch from his core up to his lungs causing his chest to expand with a soft hiss through his teeth. A deep chuckle vibrated in his throat as he felt his body reacting to Eirian's ministrations, and while Krosis was proud of his ability to contain his passion, the flood walls were cracking.
"You are far more than I was expecting." While he was enjoying every aspect of their current environment, Krosis would never refuse a chance to be more comfortable. "While a bed of moss does sound pleasant, I wouldn't mind taking you to my home so we could be more comfortable. A mattress is much more preferable than the spring for this sort of activity, especially if there's a change in position."
Krosis didn't waste any time raising his right hand, extending his index and middle finger before tracing a circle in a counterclockwise motion. A portal opened in front of him and he stood up, securing Eirian under her thighs before walking through, a bit of water spilling into his bedroom before the portal closed again. A king sized four poster bed sat on the east wall draped in thick furs and black satin. He couldn't deny he liked the finer things that life could offer and he wouldn't, to anyone that asked.
Carrying Eirian felt like carrying a feather. The heat was still resonating from both of their bodies and Krosis gently bit at her collarbone before lying her on the plush mattress. This was far more appealing environment to be in, and with the large windows on the opposite side of the room, the moonlight was still flooding in, creating shadows that were painting the walls. In his own space, Krosis felt his urges swelling as their bodies melded together. He pinned his hands on either side of the light fae's head before gliding his right hand down under her thigh to guide it up. He hooked his hand under her knee before leaning down to lightly sink his teeth into her neck.
"Be sure to tell me how fast or slow you wish to go." He said quietly, doing his best not to take what he was being offered. He wasn't a complete villain after all, and while he had taken the maiden voyage with many women, Eirian was a special case. Making sure their time together wasn't a disappointment was ensuring their future nights together would be equally satisfying. "Or if you need a break."
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More than he was expecting. She could only imagine what he had imagined his bride to be would be like. Why would she? She certainly had preconceived notions about him. Some of them were right, some wrong; at least that was how it seemed thus far. A brow lifted lazily as the steam shimmered against their skin. In her case, the moon seemed to make her glow. Like a fallen star, Eirian glimmered in his lap. “Do you often whisk women to your home?” While the words could have sounded suspicious, warry even.. They held laughter and a soft amusement. She wasn’t offended and while she would have given him her virginity in the very hotspring, something softer did sound appealing.
His hand rose and droplets of water fell like oh so many pearls back into the water, creating ripples along the surface of the water as a portal was opened behind her. He rose and Eirian wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, her legs joining them. While the aim had been to help, it pressed them far closer than they’d been ever a heartbeat before.
She could feel the muscles work as he crossed the short distance. The way his strong back rippled under her palm. Krosis’ lips touched her skin a second before his teeth scraped against her skin and bone. A breathy gasp left her even as her back found the soft mattress. Eirian turned her head and her lips brushed his ear, the tip of her tongue flicking against his skin.
Beneath him, she was so small. It was a combination of her being dainty and he tall.. But it was more than that. His strength was like a shelter and had he asked, she would have admitted to feeling safe. Odd, since they’d just met, impending nuptials or not. The mattress beside her head dipped in as strong hands on either side of her head. Moon kissed eyes gazed up at him. “Mmm, I think I know why you wanted to come back here.” She tried to make her voice light, teasing, but there was no hiding the desire and need. “So you’d be in control again..” As if he’d ever lost it.
A hand trailed down her side and she bit her lower lip, her eyes closing as Krosis’ head dipped. She moaned this time, sweetly against his ear as he bit her. “I will not break, Krosis.” His name was velvet on her lips, her head turned and she nipped at his ear. “I appreciate what you are offering.. But I wouldn’t have told anyone else about my inexperience..”
The hint was not so subtle. Don’t treat her like she’d break. To make love to her.. No restraints.
“I promise to tell you if I need anything..” A hand stroked his cheek and she turned her head, lips brushing his.
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Krosis groaned as Eirian's moan floated into his ear, which turned into a low chuckle at the mention of him being in control. While he was used to taking control with most of his partners, he was usually the initiator and admittedly, he liked being in control. Of course, he was not against his partner taking control either. Though most women he had bedded were very submissive. Eirian, while still a maiden, seemed to know what she wanted from him and he liked that. He encouraged it, even. So with this being the light fae's first encounter, he could be more than accommodating, if that's what she truly wanted.
"If it's control you'd like, my fiancé," He met her lips in slow kiss, much slower than he'd intended, and he savored it. The feel of her lips and her body were making him feel drunk again. His arm wrapped around her slim waist and he rolled so she was resting lightly on top of him. The view was more than pleasing and Krosis smirked as he looked up at her. "I'm more than happy to let you have it." His hands caressed her curves until they rested on her hips, gently squeezing while simultaneously pushing her down. "You're even more beautiful from this view."
A smug smile formed on his lips as he sat up, his growing excitement pressed firmly against her as he began to kiss a trail along her breasts and over her collarbone, wrapping both of his arms around her tightly. Their skin was still damp from the spring and it provided the most subtle slip as he lifted his hips, moving his hand up to grasp a handful of pale locks. With a gentle tug, he tilted her head back and brushed his tongue along her skin before lightly sucking on her neck. His whole body was hyper aware of the heat that was building in his body and he couldn't help but take a bite, maybe a bit too hard. Eirian's presence alone was enough to make him focus, but now with her body pressing so gorgeously against his own, he wanted to make sure that she ready for what was happening.
"And I will admit," Krosis whispered against her skin. He lifted his head, leaning up to capture her lips in a heated kiss as his hips began to move rhythmically against her. Slowly to start, but with more force than he had before. While he was willing to give her as much time as she wanted, his body was growing impatient. "I look forward to doing whatever pleases you most."
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The kiss made something inside her loosen, breathe. Something she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding back. Like a small part of her soul which she had locked away. For the night? From him? She couldn’t have said. Eirian, though, felt it as the slow kiss melted her down to her bones. He made her head swim in a pleasant way. Lightheaded pleasure from just the press of his body and a kiss. It was intoxicating and she wanted.. No needed.. More. Her laugh was muffled as he spun them and she found herself on top of him. Looking down at him, a silver cascade of hair falling down her slender back.
His hands slid along her sides and she shifted atop of him. She could feel his building excitement as she shifted; her body aching sweetly. Knowing more than she did what it needed to temper it.. “You have a way with words, love.” The same teasing lit he’d held in her own voice. There was no love yet. That was expected. Desire though? She’d take that.
Krosis though was not one to side idle. He sat up, and she ground her hips against him, even as his mouth found her skin. Kisses trailed along her breasts, collar bones even as he cradled her in his arms once more. Her eyes danced with amusement as his hand curled into her pale hair, pulling her head to one side. Control indeed. Though, she didn’t mind giving up a little to be worshiped like this.
Eirian moaned as his teeth sank into her skin. Pain arched along her nerves and she bit her lower lip, squirming in truth against him. His little light fae fiancé seemed to enjoy a bit of pain. She kissed him back with hunger as his mouth captured hers again. She groaned into it as he replayed her squirming and grinding with friction of his own. It sent licks of pleasure up her spine and she growled softly. Delicate, feminine. “Krosis.” she pressed at his shoulders, her voice holding a low chuckle. “You say I could have control.” A chiding tone as she slipped from his lap.
She felt cold away from the warmth of his body. One her knees in his bed, she gazed at him. “I plan to take it..” Her eyes met his as her hand rested over his heart. She could feel the quickened pace and her eyes lowered. “If you think you can take it.. That is.” She wanted to touch him, explore him and yet Eirian wondered if her fiancé could control himself.. The look in her eyes said as much.
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While he was eager to let her take control, his own was slipping. "Forgive me." He grinned before removing his hands and resting them above his head, showing that he could somewhat contain his need. "My greed can sometimes get the best of me in these particular situations. Please, don't let that stop you from taking what you want." Being a maiden, he was sure that his bride-to-be was curious of, well probably everything. Of course, being unsullied didn't mean she couldn't have had some sort of experience or knowledge. Sex was something that was given freely in the realm of the fae and those that weren't partaking were usually educated in some way or another. Either by practice or by reading, perhaps even watching. But was that Eirian? For what little he knew of her, she didn't see the type to be a voyeur.
"If you want to explore," Krosis began as he guided her hand down along his chest to his abdomen, his muscles tightening at the feel of her delicate fingers against his skin. "I urge you to quench your curiosity to your heart's content. I am a bit curious myself, you see." What did she know? His hand left hers and fell back against the bed to allow Eirian her own space and time to do as she wished. He tried his best to offer her control in the ways that he knew how, but he was just a man, after all. If she took too much time, he wouldn't be able to contain his own desires that were only growing under the full moon's gaze.
Krosis could be patient, he would have to be. Even with Eirian's unpracticed hands, there was no question on whether or not he was going to enjoy himself. While he liked to think that he needed specific things to peak his interest in a woman, he'd be fooling himself if he thought he would turn a partner away for not fulfilling a specific need. The only need that was prevalent at the present time was the incorrigible pull that was tugging at his core to be near her. The annoyingly evident desire to be close even though they hardly knew one another. The insufferable knowledge that tomorrow they would be wed, was barely an itch in the back of his mind as he admired Eirian in all her glory. His pervious plan to defy fate was long out of his mind with his fiance perched so delicately over him in the oh so tantalizing posture. Perhaps their marriage wouldn't be as damning as he once thought.