Next Generation: At the Pool

[LeaT]

Who: Deenah
Time: October 10, 2146 Evening
Tagging: @Vytheril as Oleg

It had been over a week since Oleg Nomanir had come to the neutral village with serious injuries. Deenah was treating more and more trauma as tensions between the factions seemed at a boiling point. It frightened her. For most of her life there had been an uneasy detente between the rival factions, but as the leader of the Triskellions grew weaker, those who plotted for supremacy needed to show their boldness and daring in a way that made everyone else suffer. As she often did when the stress of her role at the medical clinic threatened to overwhelm her, she headed out alone for a nice spring water bath. Skinny dipping they called it as kids, but as she stripped her clothes off she was forced to realize she wasn't a kid any more. There was no mirror, for that she was thankful. She was never a beauty queen and age and four live births had taken their toll. She was solidly built, a few pounds heavier then when she was first bred, but her job kept her active and she stayed relatively fit even if a few places weren't as firm as they once were.

She had done her part in maintaining the colony's population, but part of her wanted to have that feeling of a life inside of her once more. That was part of the reason she had shared her patient's bed even if she considered it a little unethical. She had thought, hoped really that his young potent seed would plant itself inside of her. She knew the chances were reduced by her age despite his youth and vigor. It had hardly been long enough to know one way or the other, but her intuition told her that she had not conceived. It was probably for the best, she was busy and she had done her duty already, but she wanted it.

Naked now she stepped into the spring fed pool. She felt the tingle of her goose bumps, her nipples hardening, her body shivering slightly. But it was invigorating and her body would adjust soon enough. She looked around her, the tension between the factions increasing the risk of being taken captive, though she hoped in this case her age and plain looks, not to mention her status as a medic would protect her. But the risk was increasing. That was part of the reason she didn't return to Oleg's bed, fear that he would revert back to his old ways and take her as a token of atonement to his faction.

 

[Vytheril]

Who: Oleg
Time: October 10, 2146 Evening
Tagging: @LeaT as Deenah

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Oleg had spent the days he had healing and pondering on his choices that led him up to this point. On one hand, he had no regrets on leaving. He disagreed vehemently against the leadership on their forceful hold over their women, treating them more like property rather than people. He viewed the breeding program as an act of necessity, but contemplated on whether its methods were morally sound. But he also felt out of place, reeling with mistrust from those in the neutral encampment and missed the bond he had with some he would still call friends. Rumors of the Triskellion power struggle had him even contemplating on vying for control over the direction of their clan. Fantasizing that maybe he could lead them on a more brighter path with promises of reconciliation with the other clans. But he committed a cardinal sin when he stole one of the many wives of the clan leader and sprung her to safety, so returning wouldn't be optional at the moment.

He couldn't get Deenah out of his mind, however. It wasn't just her medicinal care that healed his wounds, it was the feeling of being inside her. She may have not been the best looking per say, but she was beyond attractive in many other ways. So when he was walking along the embankment near the springs, wearing a baggy pair of black cargo pants and not much else other than his bone necklace, he was hoping he could catch a glimpse of her again.

The bandages that were once sprawled on him were no longer. His toned and lean frame void of the sterile wrappings gave him the confidence he needed as he focused his eyes on a familiar sight of Deenah's frame slowly sinking into the water. A warm smile formed at the corners of his lips as his fingers rotated a piece of crystal he'd found walking along the shoreline. "Is the water pretty cool?" Oleg asked her, announcing his presence. He walked just enough before stopping at the shore, letting his feet sink into the wet sand and feeling the ripple effects of the water hitting his feet.

 

[LeaT]

Who: Deenah
Time: October 10, 2146 Evening
Tagging: @Vytheril as Oleg

Deenah had brought herself to relax, her body adjusting to the cool water and she floated peacefully at the surface. The male voice surprised her and she splashed in reaction, crossing her arms over her bare breasts and planted her feet in the sandy bottom but stayed low in the water for her modesty. She relaxed slightly as she recognized Oleg and managed a nervous smile at him.

"You have healed well, a tribute to your strength." She said, her eyes roaming his body and admiring what a good specimen of masculinity he was which made him good breeding material. "Yes, it is quite cool, it takes a little adjusting." She said, still nervous but not shunning the company of the man with whom she had already tried to conceive a child. He was her age, so it was no surprise that she wouldn't conceive right away. It would likely take some doing to be successful but that wasn't a bad thing, as long as he didn't get all Triskellion on her or worse, try to take her as a prize.

She lowered her hand and stood, letting her full breasts with hard pointed nipples raise above the water. "It's not very deep, in case you aren't a good swimmer." She offered as a way to entice him to enter the pool and join her.

 

[Vytheril]

Who: Oleg
Time: October 10, 2146 Evening
Tagging: @LeaT

There was almost a sigh of relief when Oleg had spotted Deenah's glistening body submerged into the water, and an idle chuckle had left him when he accidently startled her and she went to hide her bust from view. He leveled his hands out in the air to show he was not a threat, only to be relieved when she'd lifted herself up just enough to reveal to him those beautifully shaped breasts and their pointed nubs.

"I can float well enough, and swim rather poorly." He jokes with enough humility to poke fun at himself, while also taking a hint from Deenah. His fingers wrapped around the front end of his cargo pants to unbutton and allow gravity to do the rest and fall from his powerful hips. His thighs were toned like the rest of his frame, and his member semi-hard and hanging openly for her to see as it was complimented by his heavy jewels below his shaft. Enough to breed any woman ten times over, if not more.

He stepped out of the article of clothing as his feet sunk into the dry sand before he got towards the shore and quietly hissed upon making contact with the water, even as he tried putting on a brave face. He pressed on and made a rippling effect in the water as he began to near where she was, letting his arms spread about until stopping when he got within a foot gap from her. "You know, I.. couldn't get you out of my head after the previous two encounters." He'd admittedly say, gazing into her eyes. "Being inside you, it just did something to me. It's no secret I've bedded with many in the past, but.. you were different from the rest." She could see from the water below how his cock began to swell, likely from the thoughts of her alone.