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A reason to fight.....

Her legs spread to allow him room to settle himself between her legs. She had not really allowed herself much of a look of him there before she eyes looked away. Was she honestly being modest? Modest at time like this and under these circumstances? She really was turning into a naive woman wasn't she? She had to admit though, he was very nicely sized. She found in one or two of her other bed mates that they were compensating for certain things with being such showy big burly warriors. Zaryn did not need it to compensate for ANYTHING.

As he laid himself over her body, she laid back upon the soft rug. She groaned slightly as he pressed his lips against her neck. He might not mean it as foreplay, but it still surprised her that he was taking the time to touch his lips to her skin before slipping himself into her body to sample the rest of his slave's parts.
 
With the thoughts that had been raging in his head before, he really didn't need much time to........prepare. Already hard and very erect, the tip of his manhood lightly rubbing her against her most intimate of areas, as his body moved a bit while he kissed around her neck. He found her......taste to be rather intoxicating. One hand held himself up while the other drifted down, gently stroking up and down one of her thighs at his side.

And as he continued to explore her neck and shoulders with his lips, he decided to take the next step, his hips moving around a bit to center in on their target, before he began to slowly slide himself into her. He hadn't really expected her to be a virgin or anything. So, his slow pace was meant more to not aggrivate her injuries and because as he had done with her breast, he was wanting to savor each sensation.
 
A virgin she was not, but she was no loose woman with just as loose and limp walls over her woman. She was still rather tight, as if she was not well used. She was not. Very few had ever gotten to the place he was now sinking into. And until he decided otherwise with her, he could very likely be the only one to from then on out. It was his.

Keelia could not deny, the feeling of him entering her was satisfying. Sex was something she did not do often and had not in a long while, but there was no denying how very satisfying it was. "Mmmm," she could not help but make some kind of reaction sounds to his moves. She wondered for a moment if she should speak at all. Let him know he'd not find what he seemed to be slowly searching for with his movements. She decided against it and waited to see his reaction to not having a virgin under him at that moment.
 
On other hand, he was on the other side of the spectrum, having slept with a number of women. Though, it wasn't a pussy hound or anything, despite the amazing amount of women who threw them self at him. He would only ever partake in such things when the urges got to a certain level. And since his mind was usually on battles and such, it took longer between such things as one would expect. He had still slept with his share of lovely ladies.

Zaryn too, couldn't help but groan as his lips left her neck and he slid more and more into her. He wasn't surprised at all to find the barrier all virgins had was not there. It was as he expected. Though, like with his previous examinations, he did not stop to just enjoy it. When he was fully inside of her, he immediately pulled back, then pushed back, starting at a slow, and steady pace, gradually working himself up harder and faster.

He was not dissapointed in the least. Lots of men prefered untouched women, but he had no such preference. In fact, he preferred against it. He didn't hate. Just, he preferred bedding a lady that knew what she was getting into, as opposed to a virgin, who would be all nerves the entire time. But he also did not prefer..........well used women. He liked it right in the middle. Girls that while not virgins, had not slept around or any such.
 
That was exactly what he was getting with her. As he pulled back and pushed forward once again, she knew exactly what she had to do in reaction to make it the best it could be for them both. Her hips moved just at the same pace he was setting for them. No more but no less either. She figured it was a good idea to test and see what kind of limits he might have for her. Did he want her to just lay there? Or did he want her more.... involved in the act? She decided to test him and see.

Her hands wrapped around him, brushing her hands over the skin of his back and slipping lower and lower, over the small of his back until the rested over his bare ass, each hand taking a cheek and lightly give him a squeeze.
 
Zaryn did quite enjoy her moving her hips in perfect rhythym with his own movements. So, he most certainly did not want her to just lay there. If she had done that, he likely would have found it very unnerving and likely would have killed the mood. So, she chose wisely.

As he continued to thrust into her, he easily felt her hands running down his body. While he was indifferent to her grabbing his ass, he did enjoy the simple feeling of her hands running over his body. Everything her body just felt amazing to him. The softness of her skin, the warmth and tightness of her insides, the firmness of her well trained muscles and so on.
 
Not seeing any kind of displeasure in his body and having him only continue onward with the thrusting of his hips into hers, it only urged her to continue as well. Her hands rubbed up his back again they move into his hair, twisting her fingers around his locks, tugging only lightly upon his hair as they went at it.

Urging her hips up a bit more firmly into his, she felt herself slowly starting to grow a bit bold with him and testing her place as his slave a bit more. Bending her knees, she moved her legs to remain spread for him but her feet were flat upon the floor. Her legs rubbed against his sides, almost seeming to be close to wrapping right around him. Close, but not yet.
 
And Zaryn enjoyed and welcomed all of it. Chances are, the only thing he would get upset about is if she started yanking on his hair or smacking him around for no reason. Frankly, her getting into it and being bold as she was made it more enjoyable for him, she he gladly let her continue

As he continued building up his pace of thrusting into her, his lips began to wonder around her chest and collarbone. Mostly just rubbing as he groaned, but he would occassionally plant a few kisses and even nips here and there as they both got more and more into this intimate act.
 
With her feet planted firmly on the ground, it gave her great support when it came to remaining in one spot on the ground as he thrust. As his thrusts grew in pace and force, it sent her body moving ever so much across the rug. It was the firm grip she had with her feet that kept her from traveling all the way across the floor.

She didn't seem to pay much mind to the action of his lips. Brushing, kissing, it did not make much of a difference. It felt good and she was not seeking any signs of affection, so it just... felt good. That was all she could hope for and was looking for in this situation. Her hips kept a even pace with him. She was well matched to him so as he increased the pace, she was right there to meet him, thrust for thrust.
 
It was fitting that their sex was playing out like their earlier battle had. Both keeping up with one another. None having an "advantage" over the other, with both contributing equally to the pleasure of it. The two made a nice pair, even with the complete lack of any romantic interest on either side. That's not to say it could never develop. Just now, this was about physical pleasure. Neither was even close to caring for the other in a romantic way. Calling them comrades might even be a bit of a stretch.

Still, the groans and motions that came from them both showed they were both very much enjoying this very physical act. The more he enjoyed it, the faster and harder Zaryn became.
 
And the faster and harder he became, she did the same. She didn't allow him a single inch to take the advantage of their situation. It really was turning into a mirror of their first battle in the arena together. Keelia didn't even realize that there could be any other kind of relationship sharing sex besides this. Perhaps that was why she found nothing unsettling about their total lack of affection to one another. If emotions ever dared to find their way into their life though the physical part of this all, lord help her. But that was something to worry about later. For now... one of her hands slipped out of his hair and her nails started to scratch over his back, almost like some animal.
 
Scratching, squeezing, holding, Zaryn liked every thing she did, no matter how minor. His grunts grew louder and faster paced as he quite literally ravaged her as he thrust powerfully into her again and again and again. It was no doubt signs of an approaching climax, but with how much self control he had displayed already, there was no telling how long he'd be able to hold it back before it could hold it no more and release it inside of her. Common sense amongst warriors would cause them no fear about her getting pregnant from this. Being a warrior and long fighter in the arena, Zaryn had, on quite a few occasions, taken some cheap shots to a........certain body part, which would no doubt limit his ability to actually procreate. Everything still functioned properly. Just, alot of his........swimmers were dead in the water, so to speak.
 
Feeling the coming signs over her own climax, suddenly it was a new battle between them. Slave or not, she was still a warrior in mind, body, and within her heart. She could not be the first to fall from the edge of paradise. At least not without a fight. In a way, coming first was like loosing the battle. She had lost to him once, she would be damned if she could loose to him so very easily. If he wanted to "win" against her, he was going to have to truly battle her for the right. With a groan, she bit her lip and held onto herself on the inside.
 
Zaryn did pretty well the same, gritting his teeth behind his lips as he concentrated every ounce of will power into holding himself back. Even as a trained warrior with impressive self control, he could not stop the gradual build up, which caused various physical signs to show such. Like his cock twitching a bit inside of her, preparing to unload itself inside of her. He could hold it back, but it was still an inevitability. One that got closer and closer with each passing second and each thrust into her amazing body.
 
She could not hold it. He had far, far much more experience with the act of sex then she did and so as he could keep on holding onto his release, she simply could not. A few more strong, hard thrusts into her tight folds and her back was arching up off the ground under her, a gasp slipping from her lips, but not really screaming or crying. Just an almost shocked gasp from the intensity of the orgasm that hit her body in that moment, her walls of her womanhood grasping his cock even tighter then.
 
And the added sensations were the last straw, so to speak, as he buried himself in her one last time, the warm fluid of his seed flowing into her. As the spurts began gradually subsiding, he gave her a couple final, sharp thrusts, eventualy coming to a stop when his orgasm finally subsided. He stayed between her legs for a few moments before rolling off to the side, laying next to her.

"Even with your stated lack of much experience in sexual matters, you have left me VERY impressed." he said, breathing a bit heavily as he lay next to her on the rug, the glow of the fire mixing with their sweaty bodies to create quite an amazing picture of the pair.

((And, it is bedtime for me. Gotta say, that was quite enjoyable, even with it being the opposite of most of our encounters in Rewards of War.^_^))
 
She lay beside him, her eyes glancing up towards the ceiling as her breathing slowly started to return to a much more normal pace. It would still take a few long moments for that to happen though. In the meantime, memories of whispered rumors suddenly filled her mind again and she could not help but laugh a moment before speaking, "Thank you... oh.... and I just recalled. Rumors that spread more among ladies then men are that you can knock a woman into a state of unconsciousness in bed." She turned her head to look towards him, "I guess that was is untrue..."
 
"Well, not entirely. It has been known to happen during marathon sessions between me and another woman." Zaryn replied.

"But, they're not trained in stamina. With us both being well trained warriors, hard to say what would happen if we spent an entire down just doing it. I'd imagine one would eventually pass out from exhaustion, but it's hard to predict who." he explained. This would no doubt serve as another "challenge" at some point, like the one that ended moments ago about who would climax first.
 
Keelia still lay there on her back, her breathing only then seeming to return to normal. She remained like that a moment before rolling onto her side to gaze upon him as he lay beside her, "Perhaps I should work toward dispelling all the rumors about you. Since now... I can let people know which ones are right and which are wrong. Though I can't say who will listen to a humble slave."
 
"I'm sure at least some people will. Really depends on whose ears it falls, and which rumors you try to dispel. Such as the more zealous fans of mine. They won't even listen to me to when I try to dispel certain rumors. So, it's much less likely they'd beleive you when you try to do the same." Zaryn replied.

"But frankly, I don't put much thought on such rumors. People will think what they think. It can be quite hard to change someones views." he continued, putting his hands under the back of his head as he looked over at her.
 
She locked gaze with him only for a moment before she rolled on to her back then sat up once again, casually reaching out for her clothing as she collected it. Rather then pile it up though, she started to moved to redone her clothing, Starting to slip on her pants again. The shirt would soon follow. There was no reason to lay in repose for long afterward. It was not like they were lovers that were gonna cuddle and coo after sex.
 
Watching her a moment, sliding her tight pants back over those sexy legs and hypnotic hips, he was soon to follow, collecting his clothes and redressing as well.

"This will be a common thing for us. I will not just throw you down and have my way with you or anything, but when I desire your body again, I'll make my intentions obvious." he explained, as he finished dressing.
 
She finished slipping her shirt on over her head before she took the two plates their dinner had been serves upon in her hands and moving to stand. "I understand," was all she said before turning and heading from the room, intending to wash the plates clean in the kitchen. If someone walked in at that moment, they might not even realize the pair has just had sex, for they were both acting so very casual about the action and carrying on like nothing had happened in the aftermath.
 
Which was to be expected from a relationship such as theirs. Master and slave, fellow warriors and............well, not so much friends as on friendly terms with one another. And sex would just be a benefit. As was shown moments earlier, they both knew what they were doing, and both quite liked it.

"I'm gonna head to my room. Come join me in bed when you finish cleaning." he told her as he followed her into the kitchen so that he could head on into his bedroom.
 
"Yes," was her only reply before she went to washing off the plates. Of course it didn't take long since they were just two small plates. Soon she was walking into his bedroom once more. Unsure what to do about sleeping, she went to her side of this bed and just started to take over her clothing. He had already seen her naked so why not? She was not exactly the most comfortable sleeping naked, but she couldn't sleep in her clothing either could she?
 
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