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~❄ Sona ❄~ "......" Occupation: Musician Affiliation: Demacia/Ionia (Free) Height:5'6" (168cm) Hair: Cyan Blue Eyes: Cerulean Blue Persona: Peaceful Myn's F-List Myn's Requests | ❤❤❤ | The scorching sun had once again risen to take its place high above in the clear blue skies. The proud radiant rays of light bearing down indiscriminately on the searing sands, and tanned citizens of the Shuriman desert who went about their day as per usual, not a single one of the men and women of a certain village bothered to stop and inquire when they noticed a young woman hunched against a wall in the village square, a fine silken garment showing from beneath a recently tattered cloak that concealed much of her features. Against her chest she held a unfamiliar instrument to the people of the region, indicating she was some sort of entertainer, perhaps a bard or songstress of sorts, though as the minutes trickled by the woman showed no signs of stringing her instrument of calling attention to herself. As the sun perched itself atop the apex of its domain though, people were starting to stop and point towards her. And although some showed concern as to whether she was alive or not, none dared approach her, not wanting to burden their already unstable lives by taking in a foreigner who’d seemingly come from nowhere. A soft murmur suddenly sounded from the girl as she shuffled noticeably beneath her cloak. A small pale hand slipping out and reaching up to her face as she brushed away a few stray strands of teal blue, that had clung to her forehead from the heat. The Shuriman heat really was a bane to those unaccustomed to the heat, and Sona was no different. Her misfortune had started when the caravan of merchants she’d paid to travel with had been ambushed by an unseen foe. Someone had shouted out ‘Xer’Sai’ during the frantic moments that followed, but there was no way of finding out what the man had meant by his cry as he’d been cut down shortly after. As far as Sona knew she was the only survivor, though that too wouldn’t last long as she’d lost nearly all her belonging during her escape. Fortunately the one item she’d managed to salvage was the instrument she clung onto dearly. Her tool-of-trade, and also a cherished lifelong friend of hers. The mere act of running her finger along the smooth wood filled her with a sense of calm and motivation. First thing was first, she needed to cover her expenses. The people of the village didn’t seem too well off, but surely they’d be able to spare a flask of water, and a few crumbs? The thought of busking didn’t bother her in the slightest despite having played her instrument on grander stages. To Sona music was music, regardless of who the audience was, and even if she didn’t manage to earn a single copper piece, she hoped her sounds would uplift the mood of at least someone in the village. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, the entire village seemed to fall silent with anticipation as those nearby watched to see what was about to happened, a look of excitement and intrigue starting to flicker in the depths of their eyes as they sensed something was about to happen. Those who’d dismissed her earlier quickly turned their heads as the first chord was struck, a harmoniously melodic ring piercing the silence and filling the air before another, and then another chord was strummed, each individual note seamlessly blending with the former to form a vibrant tune of vigour and energy. Like the first droplets of dew on a fresh sunny morning, the tune was one none of the inhabitants could even begin to comprehend. Though one thing was for certain; the elegant notes, the gentleness of each sound, and cheer it brought was one any and every single one of them could appreciate, and within moments a small crowd had assembled before her. Men and women, young and old. A small but genuinely smile could be seen on the songstress’s lips as she lost herself in her own music. Appreciating the gift she had been given in exchange for her ability to speak. |
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Shifting Sands (Ren Olvry & Myn)
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Ren Olvry
Supernova
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- Dec 22, 2012
Just another day... another day of the sun looming brightly and hotly overhead. Another day of seemingly endless expanses of sands stretching out in every direction, though he thought, perhaps, he could just catch sight of something on the distance. A silhouette of greener pastures, of the area past the Dalmascan border. Yet greener though it may be, this particular figure didn't mind the heat... nor was it on those greener pastures where the thing he was ultimately looking for resided. No, the sands were his home and his target, and the heavy crescent blade he dragged over his shoulder was part of the means to that end, long enough still that the tip dragged calmly along the golden sand below.
Not one he wished to point haphazardly at those void-spawn Xer'Sai monsters, granted. Brutal and rage-filled though he may be, he wasn't so foolish as to tread near what seemed to be a recent hunting grounds for them... not when who knew how many could leap from the sands and drag him to his doom before he even fulfilled his purpose. That had been his path, up to now; he'd just have to pick a different one. No big issue there when the extent of his 'path' was merely 'whichever direction his feet happened to choose'. That way, though... he vaguely recalled a small oasis somewhere in that direction. High tolerance for the heat or no, even he needed water... that felt a rather good option about now. That way, then, would be the way his feet took him.
Of course, a small village, one of a fair few scattered about these desert sands, just had to be in the way, didn't it?
"Renekton!" "That monster!" He could easily hear the shouts as he started to get close, his yellow-eyed glare flicking to this person or that who dared meet his gaze... for what short time they could before running off and sealing themselves inside. A small, amused scoff escaped the lizard-like man, before he blinked in curiosity, his head tilting slightly in seeming thought. There'd been... some other sort of sound here, hadn't there? A sound rather pleasant even to his ears, no less. Carefully sweeping his gaze over the place, it soon enough fell on someone who... hadn't run off? That was different. Hrm. No way would he even need his blade for such a fair woman as this who'd clearly come from somewhere outside Shurima, and probably couldn't fight something like him if she wanted to, he was certain. Thus the crescent blade stuck upright somewhat deep in the sand, as far as was needed to keep it there, as its owner approached the woman, a slight growl rumbling through his throat on the way.
"Why are you here?" he growled, easily looming over the woman, especially from her seated position by the wall. Intimidation, fear... that was all he needed of people. It made them that much less willing to cross him, and more willing to aid him if he demanded it. "You should have run, with the rest... no, you shouldn't even be in Shurima. Anyone can tell you'll never make it here," he added, fixing his cold glare on her, in spite of a few flicks of interest going to that... he presumed instrument of hers, though he didn't recall ever seeing something like that before.
Not one he wished to point haphazardly at those void-spawn Xer'Sai monsters, granted. Brutal and rage-filled though he may be, he wasn't so foolish as to tread near what seemed to be a recent hunting grounds for them... not when who knew how many could leap from the sands and drag him to his doom before he even fulfilled his purpose. That had been his path, up to now; he'd just have to pick a different one. No big issue there when the extent of his 'path' was merely 'whichever direction his feet happened to choose'. That way, though... he vaguely recalled a small oasis somewhere in that direction. High tolerance for the heat or no, even he needed water... that felt a rather good option about now. That way, then, would be the way his feet took him.
Of course, a small village, one of a fair few scattered about these desert sands, just had to be in the way, didn't it?
"Renekton!" "That monster!" He could easily hear the shouts as he started to get close, his yellow-eyed glare flicking to this person or that who dared meet his gaze... for what short time they could before running off and sealing themselves inside. A small, amused scoff escaped the lizard-like man, before he blinked in curiosity, his head tilting slightly in seeming thought. There'd been... some other sort of sound here, hadn't there? A sound rather pleasant even to his ears, no less. Carefully sweeping his gaze over the place, it soon enough fell on someone who... hadn't run off? That was different. Hrm. No way would he even need his blade for such a fair woman as this who'd clearly come from somewhere outside Shurima, and probably couldn't fight something like him if she wanted to, he was certain. Thus the crescent blade stuck upright somewhat deep in the sand, as far as was needed to keep it there, as its owner approached the woman, a slight growl rumbling through his throat on the way.
"Why are you here?" he growled, easily looming over the woman, especially from her seated position by the wall. Intimidation, fear... that was all he needed of people. It made them that much less willing to cross him, and more willing to aid him if he demanded it. "You should have run, with the rest... no, you shouldn't even be in Shurima. Anyone can tell you'll never make it here," he added, fixing his cold glare on her, in spite of a few flicks of interest going to that... he presumed instrument of hers, though he didn't recall ever seeing something like that before.
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~❄ Sona ❄~ "......" Occupation: Musician Affiliation: Demacia/Ionia (Free) Height:5'6" (168cm) Hair: Cyan Blue Eyes: Cerulean Blue Persona: Peaceful Myn's F-List Myn's Requests | ❤❤❤ | Soft delicate fingers continued to skilfully glided across the etwahl as more and more people started to gather in the village square. A brief murmur of curiosity resounding from each of the new arrivals before they too were hypnotised by the soothingly calm melody that filled their village. Forfeiting their sight, and allowing their sense of hearing to drown in the blissful sounds coming from the lone traveller, a few had started to rock their bodies back and forth in rhythm with music. Casting aside their work momentarily to indulge in a brief moment of respite. Releasing their minds from the clutches of strained livelihoods, and relaxing their overworked bodies bit by bit. The soothing aura that flowed from the musicians etwahl was a far greater leisure than most were used to, and the pleasant smiles that spread from face to face only encouraged Sona to keep going, a warm appreciative warmth spreading up her fingers and through her body as she realized that the beauty of her music couldn’t be bound by cultural borders. The sounds began to soften as Sona neared the end of her musical piece, the pronounced movements of her fingers emphasizing each and every note as they were absorbed by the hearts of all who’d stop to listen. Within moments the final chord would be struck, and the crowd would burst into applause, and while Sona wasn’t too good with receiving all the attention without her music, she wasn’t twisted enough not to appreciate the happiness of others. Unfortunately such a scene was fated not to transpire as the calm was abruptly shattered by the sound of a mortified shouts of a man off in the distance. Fear and confusion began to spread like wildfire as several people hastily tried to escape to the safety of their own abodes. “Renekton” Sona didn’t know how many people had uttered the word in the few seconds of chaos, but whatever or whoever the word referred to commanded a much deeper influence than her music had. To her disappointment she wasn’t even permitted to finish her song as a young man grabbed at her wrist. Briefly trying to drag her away to safety before giving up and fleeing the scene with haste. The once crowded village square now stood completely desolate, tumbleweed could have floated through… but sooner rather than later cerulean blue fell upon the creature that had caused the people of the village so much distress. And before Sona could even lift herself off the ground the beast had lumbered its way towards her, flashing it’s savage teeth as it spoke down at her petite form. “A….y….rr?” she croaked in response to the man’s fierce gaze, her voice disjointed and scratchy as her throat was quite literally parched. She grimaced a bit from the discomfort at first, but sensing something akin to concern in the reptile’s voice, she smiled softly in response. Pausing a brief moment before carefully lowering her fingers over the etwahl once more, brushing her fingers over the numerous strings and letting a gentle flow of musical notes to blend seamlessly together. She’d also sensed a mild intrigue in the new comer, and whether he be man or beast, loathed or loved by the villagers. A listener was a listener and she had no reason to fear someone who had the sense to talk to her first. ”Thank you, I’m fine though” she responded, not verbally but through the sounds of her music, conveying both an aura of appreciation and assurance. |
Ren Olvry
Supernova
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2012
For a moment, there was a bit of confusion across the lizard-like man's face as the woman responded. Or... Renekton supposed she must have responded, at least, but no words seemed to come. Too scared? No... she wouldn't be giving that sort of smile if she was indeed so afraid as to cause something like that. By the time his more savage brain started to work out what the cause might be, if not fear, he noticed the woman start to move her hands, and quickly backed off by half a step or so in caution. He'd seen magic users do their work, had even dealt with some before. If she was to dare try something, he was still close enough to do something about it in short order.
Yet if it was magic that came through the sounds of that... whatever the object was she was holding, it felt surprisingly... pleasant. Enough even to see the so-called 'butcher of the sands' lowering himself somewhat cautiously to a seat just before the musician. Like that, he seemed to listen intently for a good minute or so... before suddenly snarling a little in discomfort, one of his hands reaching out to grasp one of Sona's and pull it somewhat harshly away from that instrument of hers. This felt... wrong. Like he was letting his guard down too much, far too much for the people around to be allowed to see if they dared look especially. Yet still, something about him couldn't seem to help that he was at least a little curious; interested, even.
"What is this? What spell or trickery is this that it would make me feel so... off?" he demanded in a somewhat fiercer growl than before, eyes narrowing a little further as he still held one of the woman's hands in his own; firmly enough that she'd not likely be able to take it back, but not so much so that it would actually hurt her. His other hand, in the meanwhile, reached over to pluck randomly at a few strings on the instrument, seemingly testing their effect while making just certain not to actually damage it. The sounds produced weren't unpleasant, he could admit to himself, but something still felt... wrong. It wasn't even starting to have the same effect on him as when the woman herself was using the instrument. "Never mind for now... come. I'll not have these people thinking I'm weak for something like this," he demanded after a brief moment's thought, finally releasing the woman's hand as he picked himself back up to his feet.
"We're going elsewhere. Explain this... trickery to me there," he gruffly added. Choosing not to give the woman room to protest, he instead reached down and snatched her, etwahl and all, somewhat carefully cradled up into his arms, so he wouldn't risk damaging her or that strange instrument she used. Just like that, he made to leave the little village behind, his feet moving in the direction of the small oasis he knew of a little ways off, the sun pointed in such a way that it fell straight onto his back, naturally shielding the woman in his arms from the brunt of it by no real intent of his own. She could, and would if he had anything to say about it, explain this to him once they were both there and seated, their thirsts sated by the pool of clean water.
Yet if it was magic that came through the sounds of that... whatever the object was she was holding, it felt surprisingly... pleasant. Enough even to see the so-called 'butcher of the sands' lowering himself somewhat cautiously to a seat just before the musician. Like that, he seemed to listen intently for a good minute or so... before suddenly snarling a little in discomfort, one of his hands reaching out to grasp one of Sona's and pull it somewhat harshly away from that instrument of hers. This felt... wrong. Like he was letting his guard down too much, far too much for the people around to be allowed to see if they dared look especially. Yet still, something about him couldn't seem to help that he was at least a little curious; interested, even.
"What is this? What spell or trickery is this that it would make me feel so... off?" he demanded in a somewhat fiercer growl than before, eyes narrowing a little further as he still held one of the woman's hands in his own; firmly enough that she'd not likely be able to take it back, but not so much so that it would actually hurt her. His other hand, in the meanwhile, reached over to pluck randomly at a few strings on the instrument, seemingly testing their effect while making just certain not to actually damage it. The sounds produced weren't unpleasant, he could admit to himself, but something still felt... wrong. It wasn't even starting to have the same effect on him as when the woman herself was using the instrument. "Never mind for now... come. I'll not have these people thinking I'm weak for something like this," he demanded after a brief moment's thought, finally releasing the woman's hand as he picked himself back up to his feet.
"We're going elsewhere. Explain this... trickery to me there," he gruffly added. Choosing not to give the woman room to protest, he instead reached down and snatched her, etwahl and all, somewhat carefully cradled up into his arms, so he wouldn't risk damaging her or that strange instrument she used. Just like that, he made to leave the little village behind, his feet moving in the direction of the small oasis he knew of a little ways off, the sun pointed in such a way that it fell straight onto his back, naturally shielding the woman in his arms from the brunt of it by no real intent of his own. She could, and would if he had anything to say about it, explain this to him once they were both there and seated, their thirsts sated by the pool of clean water.
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~❄ Sona ❄~ "......" Occupation: Musician Affiliation: Demacia/Ionia (Free) Height:5'6" (168cm) Hair: Cyan Blue Eyes: Cerulean Blue Persona: Peaceful Myn's F-List Myn's Requests | ❤❤❤ | Despite telling herself that Renekton was nothing more than another listener, the young songstress couldn’t help but nervously glance over towards the large gator, her mind racing with a dozen or so questions she had no way of asking. Was the crocodile man the ‘Renekton’ that the villagers had spoken of? And if so why did they fear him so much? Surely the people of this village couldn’t be so terrified over looks alone, not with the dangerous dune beasts flanking them all sides. If rumours were to believed non-human actually sat atop the aristocracy of the Shuriman desert, and many of the gods and deities depicted too had been of bestial origin. Strumming a few sounds from time to time, the sounds she made with her instrument could hardly be considered a musical piece, and yet they still managed to flow consistently into one another. The man in contrast seemed sharp and fierce; the complete opposite to her music, and when the man had leapt back she’d seen first hand the agile movements of a hardened fighter. But both before and after the ordeal the beast-man had shown her no hostility, and while his appearance was intimidating by anyone’s standards, he seemed… nice? If such a word could ever be used to describe someone so strong and powerful. “Mm?” she hummed in response to his question, her head tilting to the side and casting off the cloak that had kept most of her face hidden up until that point. She didn’t understand the question that was being asked of her as she thought the answer to be pretty obvious. And although a flicker and flinch of panic had stirred as her hand had been grasped, and her etwahl plucked at. She quickly relaxed upon seeing the curious pluckings of a man who took the utmost care in his actions. Normally she wouldn’t have been so accepting of someone touching her etwahl, and to see such sharp claws so dangerously close to the most precious thing in her world was hard to ignore. But no matter how many times people had taken away her instrument, or whatever circumstances it underwent, it had always come dutifully back into her possession unharmed like a strong loyal hound. The following comments however were not so kind, and a dismayed flicker marked her features as she lowered her eyes in disappointment. She’d been so sure that Renekton had found her music to be at least somewhat pleasant, and hence hearing the man state otherwise made her instantly regret making the other feel uncomfortable. Her disappointment however was short lived as she was told to follow. A spark of curious confusion glistening in her eyes as she clutched her instrument close to her breasts, and tried to stand herself up. No sooner had she succeeded when she found herself swept completely off her feet. Her cerulean eyes hiding behind tightly closed lids as she felt herself becoming airborne. Did the man intend to harm her? Had she really disappointed him so badly that he’d hurl her through the air? She peeked an eye open when he spoke again though, and then the other as she found herself cradled within the man’s strong arms. A fluster of embarrassment causing her to struggle in embarrassment as he cheeks flushed a bright red. Despite being a light-weight she was still a grown woman, and never in her life could she remember being picked up and held so closely to someone else. And even if they had they would likely have shown more strain that Renekton who’d treated her like a feather. Struggling a bit more and making a few incomprehensible sounds to tell Renekton she could walk on her own. The sight of the man from earlier peeking through a window caused her to suddenly stop resisting. The embarrassment of the moment being so intense that she could do nothing besides bury her face against the other’s chest. Resistance was clearly futile, and once the man started to move, Sona didn’t want to risk getting dropped, or even worse incurring the man’s wrath. Strangely enough though, despite the hardened scales, and the tough muscles. Despite the unfamiliarity of the man and his sharp white teeth, she felt safe and secure, almost at peace with herself if it weren’t for the loud thumping beneath the fabric of her dress. By the time they’d departed the fringes of the village, she felt herself dozing a bit, her eyes closing in trusting bliss as she could sense no ill intent from the other, and the fatigue from the night prior caught up with her and tore her down. “Re….” she murmured sleepily against the man’s chest, trailing off and instead curling up against him as she was taken away to wherever the man intended. |
Ren Olvry
Supernova
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2012
She could struggle if she wanted to, all she wanted to; Renekton himself seemed to pay it not the slightest mind, neither moving his hands or arms to try and cease her struggles nor to let her go. Instead, he simply carried her like that with all the confidence of someone that knew himself to be simply stronger than her, and have her in a position where, ultimately, she'd not be able to do much... nor, really, would she likely be overly uncomfortable. Perhaps even quite the contrary, for all he knew or cared, and he certainly didn't seem to care, by any means. A savage, a brute, even... if not perhaps a dangerous one to her specifically.
Yet.
Nor, even, did he care that his crescent blade was still sitting in the middle of the village, near where he'd initially approached Sona. He was confident none of the people living there would be able to claim it themselves, and he didn't care if someone knew where he was. If they wanted trouble, he'd be more than happy to give it to them, regardless of the circumstance.
And... the woman was starting to... doze?
Soon enough, and secure he was out of the village and wouldn't be seen very easily by them any more, the man came to a curious pause, casting his gaze down to the woman in his arms. She was sleeping. She dared to sleep in the arms of one she'd undoubtedly heard being called a 'monster' by the villagers, who was someone they very clearly feared a great deal. An annoyed little scoff escaped him before he resumed walking at a steady pace, his movements clean enough that he quite doubted the woman would be disturbed from her sleep. The oasis wasn't particularly far off, and quickly proved empty as expected; at his pace, it didn't take him overly long to get there, but... hm.
For a few moments, he considered what to do when he reached the oasis, before coming to the conclusion that he'd just let it be; the woman wasn't native to the region, after all, so it was probably hard on her. Carefully shifting her in his arms as he lowered himself to a seat, he slowly moved her to a seat on his lap, her back coming to rest against his chest. Wrapping an arm gently around the woman's waist, he merely held her close for now, waiting for her to awake again, and likely need a drink from the pool of water he'd set himself by as needed. He would get his answer... in due time.
Yet.
Nor, even, did he care that his crescent blade was still sitting in the middle of the village, near where he'd initially approached Sona. He was confident none of the people living there would be able to claim it themselves, and he didn't care if someone knew where he was. If they wanted trouble, he'd be more than happy to give it to them, regardless of the circumstance.
And... the woman was starting to... doze?
Soon enough, and secure he was out of the village and wouldn't be seen very easily by them any more, the man came to a curious pause, casting his gaze down to the woman in his arms. She was sleeping. She dared to sleep in the arms of one she'd undoubtedly heard being called a 'monster' by the villagers, who was someone they very clearly feared a great deal. An annoyed little scoff escaped him before he resumed walking at a steady pace, his movements clean enough that he quite doubted the woman would be disturbed from her sleep. The oasis wasn't particularly far off, and quickly proved empty as expected; at his pace, it didn't take him overly long to get there, but... hm.
For a few moments, he considered what to do when he reached the oasis, before coming to the conclusion that he'd just let it be; the woman wasn't native to the region, after all, so it was probably hard on her. Carefully shifting her in his arms as he lowered himself to a seat, he slowly moved her to a seat on his lap, her back coming to rest against his chest. Wrapping an arm gently around the woman's waist, he merely held her close for now, waiting for her to awake again, and likely need a drink from the pool of water he'd set himself by as needed. He would get his answer... in due time.
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~❄ Sona ❄~ "......" Occupation: Musician Affiliation: Demacia/Ionia (Free) Height:5'6" (168cm) Hair: Cyan Blue Eyes: Cerulean Blue Persona: Peaceful Myn's F-List Myn's Requests | ❤❤❤ | The desert climate had sapped at her energy for days, and the sudden vicious attack by the Xer’sai had incinerated the last bit of energy she’d bottled up inside of her. As much as she’d tried to fool herself into believing that she’d walk out of the desert unharmed, she’d experienced firsthand the dangers that lurked beneath the sandy dunes, and without a coin to her name all she could do was wait for dehydration to whisk her off to a cold lonely deathbed. Perhaps she was already lying in one? Unlike the uncomfortable heat of the desert, she could feel herself pressed up against something far more pleasant. A bit tough, and bizarrely enough a bit scaly… but the warmth it radiated was something unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and perhaps more importantly, it felt really nice. “Mhh~” she purred approvingly as they approached the oasis, the presence of water being picked up by her sensitive skin which somehow managed to convey to her sleepy mind that the temperature had dropped slighty. Like any sane person Sona had always feared death, but if giving up her life felt this good… maybe… She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the dark temptations that plagued her thoughts. Unconsciously she brushed her soft delicate skin against the much rougher chest she’d buried herself in earlier. Her lips nuzzling against her holders chest and offering a strange sensation much akin to a flutter of kisses. Though apparently that hadn’t been the right thing to do as a moment later she found herself being shuffled around and turned away, a faint murmur of protest escaping her, though those were quickly silenced when she felt something wrap around her body and cradle her close once more. She really wanted this feeling to last forever, but eventually her parched throat protested its discomfort, and after several nagging jolts mingling with her breathing, she sleepily opened her eyes… only to find an pool of water spread out across before her. Apparently her instincts to survive weren’t as dull as she’d thought, and within moments she’d made the transition from a sleepy mumbling bundle that offered herself unconditionally to the strong arms, to a struggling body of resistance as she tried to crawl her way over to the water. Hoping with all her heart that it wasn’t an illusion that’d fade if she got any closer. “Wr’ she croaked feebly, feeling defeated by the strong grasp that held her. It wasn’t until a moment later that she noticed the something was a someone… and her surprise from earlier was easily surpassed by the flush of red to her face, and the squeak of embarrassed surprise. A million questions raced through her mind, ranging from what the man wanted from her, right down to more serious matters like if he’d seen her sleep. Fortunately for her, she was too dehydrated and the possibility of drooling on him was an unlikely occurrence. Calming herself from her panic, she refused to turn her head to look Renekton in the face right now, but considering her thirst she managed to shyly raise her hands to curl them beneath the arm holding her, tugging on them suggestively to inform the other she wanted to be released. |
Ren Olvry
Supernova
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2012
After some time, even Renekton found himself starting to peacefully doze as well, taking some small comforts in the slight sounds of tiny waves drifting through the pool next to him... and even, much as he would choose not to admit it, the woman sleeping surprisingly peacefully against him. When she started to stir, however, he came to alert almost immediately, though he didn't move much yet beyond a somewhat agitated twitch of his tail where it rest at his side. Took her long enough... not that he'd complain much for being off his feet after what felt like ages.
He did consent to let her go when she started to struggle against his arm so she could at least get some water, mind. It wasn't exactly going to do him any good toward figuring this trickery out if she were to merely pass away or some such thing. Though why that might be a bad thing was beyond him... would it not be better if she did, so he'd not be caught by such trickery again...? Hrm...
"Drink. You have to need it after spending however long here in the desert of Shurima when you're clearly not meant for it," he consented. Though, whether intentionally or unintentionally, it was hard to tell; one way or another, a few of his fingers brushed a little along the woman's body. Over part of her stomach and side, up barely over the side of one of her breasts, up along her shoulder, and then it was off of her and she had her desired freedom back. Even Renekton himself took advantage of such freedom on his own part, leaning over to scoop out some water in his hands and eagerly gulp it down. Once he was done with that, he reached over to take that etwahl carefully in one hand, almost shoving it into the woman once he was certain she'd had her desired fill of clean water.
"Now. Do something on this again. I will figure out this trickery and how I can resist it, so nobody can possibly hope to catch me like that," he gruffly demanded, yellow eyes narrowing in insistence that she accede to his demands.
He did consent to let her go when she started to struggle against his arm so she could at least get some water, mind. It wasn't exactly going to do him any good toward figuring this trickery out if she were to merely pass away or some such thing. Though why that might be a bad thing was beyond him... would it not be better if she did, so he'd not be caught by such trickery again...? Hrm...
"Drink. You have to need it after spending however long here in the desert of Shurima when you're clearly not meant for it," he consented. Though, whether intentionally or unintentionally, it was hard to tell; one way or another, a few of his fingers brushed a little along the woman's body. Over part of her stomach and side, up barely over the side of one of her breasts, up along her shoulder, and then it was off of her and she had her desired freedom back. Even Renekton himself took advantage of such freedom on his own part, leaning over to scoop out some water in his hands and eagerly gulp it down. Once he was done with that, he reached over to take that etwahl carefully in one hand, almost shoving it into the woman once he was certain she'd had her desired fill of clean water.
"Now. Do something on this again. I will figure out this trickery and how I can resist it, so nobody can possibly hope to catch me like that," he gruffly demanded, yellow eyes narrowing in insistence that she accede to his demands.
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~❄ Sona ❄~ "......" Occupation: Musician Affiliation: Demacia/Ionia (Free) Height:5'6" (168cm) Hair: Cyan Blue Eyes: Cerulean Blue Persona: Peaceful Myn's F-List Myn's Requests | ❤❤❤ | She knew she wasn’t suited for the harsh climate of the deserts, but when she’d heard of a certain artefact being discovered in one of the ruins she couldn’t restrain her excitement, staring at the photographed image of an instrument that strongly resembled her most prized possession. Had she not stumbled across that one news clipping she’d have remained in Ionia even know, performing for the halls of people that had gather to be soothed by her music. Life hadn’t been bad in Ionia, all her needs had be sated… but ultimately she’d cast it aside, angering her sponsor and legal guardian as she defiantly set sail for the mainland. Those were problems of the past, and while they may come back to haunt her… she had current problems of the day that were far more imminent. The scorching heat, the thirst for water, and… of course the strange reptile man that had abducted her. As she waited for her request for release to fulfilled she wondered what the man really wanted. Had she not known any better she would have though him some evil slaver who’d abducted her for sale or personal use… but… he still had yet to do anything to seriously threaten her. In fact despite his harsh words and rough mannerism he was rather… sweet? Her thoughts were distracted as she felt a clawed hand trailing along her body, the sensation causing her to stiffen at first, but start trembling as she started to feel fourth heat that day. It was nothing like the cruel heat of the desert, nor was it the heated flush of embarrassment she’d felt consecutively upon meeting the reptile man. If anything it was closest to the comforting warmth of being held, but the unrecognizable ache that seemed to swell and then shrivel was one which could only be described as existing deep inside her body. When the hand finally departed though the heat was gone, and in its place was disappointment, an all too familiar sensation she’d felt when she’d thought Renekton had become disgruntled by her music, and was leaving without giving her a chance at redemption. It felt just as personal this time too… but somehow it felt vastly different. Scrambling over to the oasis, she glanced appreciatively at Renekton before carefully dipping her hands into the cool waters, scooping the clear crystalline up with her hands before pouring it into her mouth. Considering how thirsty she was, most people in her predicament would have shoved their face in the pool of water and slurped and sucked like an animal, but Sona was far too self-conscious to try something so beast-like, and having the reptile’s golden gaze on her meant she wouldn’t have even if dared. Taking a few more handfuls and quenching her thirst, she wasn’t completely satisfied, and would have liked to take a bottle or two for the future, but Renekton had grown impatient, and when she shoved the etwahl into her arms and commanded she play him something, she really had no reason to deny him. Placing her fingers on the strings, she took a deep breath. Closing her eyes and silently transferring her feelings into the instrument, when her fingers finally moved her emotions were evident from the very first note. Gratitude. Unreserved gratitude at that too, as she genuinely believed she’d have passed out from her thirst had she been left alone for an hour longer in that village. Composing the song as she went, it was far from being a masterpiece of hers, but the resonance of emotion she wanted to convey was quite clearly embedded, and as she plucked the last few chords, there was even a faint trace of affection. The piece wasn’t all that long though, and despite having poured her soul into the brief performance, she felt there was one more thing she could do. Something she’d never done before, and wouldn’t consider doing for anyone other than those who had saved her life. In a surprise move, she pushed her prized possession off her lap, crawling her way over to Renekton’s side before shyly placing a hand over his firm body, scaling her way upwards and bringing herself eye to eye with the man before hesitating. Uncertainty and nervous as she knew her actions would be significant to her no matter how things turned out. Gathering her courage, she leaned forward slowly, closing her cerulean eyes as she pressed her soft, now moistened lips against the side of Renekton’s snout. She’d intended it to be a friendly kiss on the cheek, but not being human it wasn’t quite so easy to figure where it was and wasn’t appropriate. After a few seconds though she pulled away, her lips quivering as her eyes moistened with embarrassment, the act had seemed a whole lot better in her mind while she was under the influence of her own music. With that now fading, and the realization of what she’d done sinking in, innocent intention or not… the best thing she could do was to slump back down against the sand and bury her face in her hands, hoping that Renekton wouldn’t notice how heated her face felt right now. |
Ren Olvry
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The woman's hands soon started to move toward that... strange instrument of hers, and almost immediately as they did, even before the first string was plucked, Renekton's glare faded... just slightly. After all, she wasn't resisting, nor had she done much to resist... anything so far, really. Sure, she'd struggled a bit in his arms once or twice, for various reasons, but he was sure that she could still have done more. Tried to hit him, really tried to flee... something. She wouldn't have gotten far, but she still could have tried.
Yet she hadn't.
Thus, the music started to play again. This time, contrary to the previous, the reptilian man made no effort to stop it. Instead, he merely tilted his head slightly to the side in mild interest, his gaze fixed on the woman and, more so, the etwahl she held that was so unfamiliar to him. He didn't even notice, in spite of the small sounds of shifting sand, his tail starting to move a little at his side a short ways into the little performance, seemingly acting on the rhythm itself; brute he could easily be perceived as, and it wouldn't be an inaccurate perception, but clear enough, he still had plenty enough intelligence to him to take in that much. Worse, though? A niggling thought in the back of his head. A wonder why, despite his words just previous, he wasn't even trying to resist the calm melody. Instead, it only seemed to soften his expression a bit further still.
He only snapped out of the calm lull a few moments after the music stopped, and he found the woman moving closer. His eyes widened a little in surprise and, perhaps, a little caution, but still he found himself making no move against it. He'd fallen into the trickery, and he was doomed, he was... sure... of it...
Her lips. Her soft lips on the side of his snout... and then she was backing away again. No. Renekton wasn't having any of that, not now, so he moved to claim the woman's wrists somewhat firmly in his hands, drawing her own away from her face. "What trickery you've done... I'll make you pay a price for it," he growled. He was back to himself, he was sure of it, but rather than moving to harm the woman as part of his mind demanded, instead he went for a rather different approach. Forcing her somewhat roughly onto her back on the soft sand with the hands that still claimed her wrists, he moved down to claim more of her... specifically, to press his lips against her own, and to press his long, reptilian tongue aggressively beyond them. Exploring a little around her mouth for a few, short moments, it turned quickly enough to Sona's tongue, coiling partly around it and suckling hungrily at it even as his tail started to brush along one of her ankles, making a path slowly upward from there.
Let her try and struggle. Let her regret as much as she wanted. He'd not merely take such trickery against him without taking something of his own in return.
Yet she hadn't.
Thus, the music started to play again. This time, contrary to the previous, the reptilian man made no effort to stop it. Instead, he merely tilted his head slightly to the side in mild interest, his gaze fixed on the woman and, more so, the etwahl she held that was so unfamiliar to him. He didn't even notice, in spite of the small sounds of shifting sand, his tail starting to move a little at his side a short ways into the little performance, seemingly acting on the rhythm itself; brute he could easily be perceived as, and it wouldn't be an inaccurate perception, but clear enough, he still had plenty enough intelligence to him to take in that much. Worse, though? A niggling thought in the back of his head. A wonder why, despite his words just previous, he wasn't even trying to resist the calm melody. Instead, it only seemed to soften his expression a bit further still.
He only snapped out of the calm lull a few moments after the music stopped, and he found the woman moving closer. His eyes widened a little in surprise and, perhaps, a little caution, but still he found himself making no move against it. He'd fallen into the trickery, and he was doomed, he was... sure... of it...
Her lips. Her soft lips on the side of his snout... and then she was backing away again. No. Renekton wasn't having any of that, not now, so he moved to claim the woman's wrists somewhat firmly in his hands, drawing her own away from her face. "What trickery you've done... I'll make you pay a price for it," he growled. He was back to himself, he was sure of it, but rather than moving to harm the woman as part of his mind demanded, instead he went for a rather different approach. Forcing her somewhat roughly onto her back on the soft sand with the hands that still claimed her wrists, he moved down to claim more of her... specifically, to press his lips against her own, and to press his long, reptilian tongue aggressively beyond them. Exploring a little around her mouth for a few, short moments, it turned quickly enough to Sona's tongue, coiling partly around it and suckling hungrily at it even as his tail started to brush along one of her ankles, making a path slowly upward from there.
Let her try and struggle. Let her regret as much as she wanted. He'd not merely take such trickery against him without taking something of his own in return.
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~❄ Sona ❄~ "......" Occupation: Musician Affiliation: Demacia/Ionia (Free) Height:5'6" (168cm) Hair: Cyan Blue Eyes: Cerulean Blue Persona: Peaceful Myn's F-List Myn's Requests | ❤❤❤ | She couldn’t believe she’d actually gone through with it now. Bewilderment and surprise filled her thoughts as she questioned herself to determine if she really had just been so daring as to kiss someone she had only met moments prior. Being relatively famous back home, and with rather pleasant features she’d been approached by several men after her performances on stage, and on occasions they’d romantically declared their undying love for her and her music. The latter was flattering and she’d always thank them for their patronage no matter how flustered she became with the former. The most intimate she’d ever gotten with a guy was when he’d taken her by surprise and grasped her hand… and yet here she was, far from home in an inhospitable desert, kissing a stranger who wasn’t even entirely human. She was embarrassed… but strangely enough she hadn’t disliked the small display, and would even go as far as saying the satisfaction she’d felt upon achieving the little kiss was much like the feeling she got when a hall full of people would give her a standing ovation. She wondered if Renekton would stay with her for awhile, keep her company for a few days as she made her way to the capitol. The thought was ludicrous as she had nothing to pay the man, and she assumed he had his own goals to achieve in the region. She didn’t want to be a burden after all, but… maybe he’d allow her to accompany him for a bit at least? Perhaps even until his business here was done? Nibbling on her lip and contemplating if she should somehow ask, she felt surprised when the heated ache inside her suddenly returned, her mind drawing a parallel between nibbling on the lips she’d kissed Renekton with, with a second attempt. She shook her head furiously to deny the lewd thoughts. Her kiss had been one of appreciation, and not something she sought to gain from, and certainly not perverse. No sooner had she denied her perversion when Renekton striked out. Shoving her against the baked sands, and pinning her forcibly with clear hostility. The sudden assault should have caused her to scream in fear, though while a flicker of surprised fear did shimmer momentarily in her eyes, she quickly reassured herself with the baseless belief that the reptile man would do nothing to harm her. And even if he did, she’d try her best to adapt and cushion his fury, her life had been saved by the man, and while she didn’t wish to die, she couldn’t deny that he had partial ownership of the life she breathed right now. Lying still in the sands as she peered up at him with teary cerulean eyes, she wouldn’t allow herself to cry, but the mixture of embarrassment and guilt made it increasingly hard for her not to turn away. She wanted to apologize, figuring the kiss had crossed an unwelcome boundary… but without the ability to form words on her lips she simply mouthed the gator’s name once before having her lips visciously claimed by the other. Her body going stiff, and warming even the sands beneath her as the unbelievable happened. She knew what a kiss was, and the kiss she was being given now was nothing like the one she’d given him. Far more primal and animalistic, she couldn’t imagine why someone as strong and powerful as Renekton would choose her and bestow such an honour, nor could she accept it. Struggling feebly against the hands that pinned her down, her resistance seemed half-hearted; and indeed half of her as much as she hated to admit it wanted the man to keep going. A thought which was responded to by the invasion of a rough reptilian tongue that forced it’s way past her soft lips and into her oral cavern. “Nghha Rrr-re-ahh” she moaned into the kiss, trying to push the tongue out by tightly wrapping her own lips against the invasive flesh that not only tasted, but coiled itself lewdly around her own tongue, forcing upon her a strange slick sensation that could only be described as blissful, it was a bit like when the Reptile had wrapped his arms around her earlier, but this… this felt so much better. The overbearing dominance, the sense of being forced down, the personalized scent of the man, and the intensity of the deeply lewd kiss, her resistance had been flawed from the moment it was conceived but, already it was starting to fade. Staring up into the fierce golden gaze, she shyly managed to maintain eye contact for a few seconds, before slowly closing her eyes to indicate submission, her blushing cheeks warming even more as she realized she was allowing him to do this to her. Her message was further emphasize by her lips which parted a bit for him, encouraging the other to explore her mouth more full. She couldn’t tell if she was submitting to his advances, or trying to further her own agenda. But as her heart thumped against her breasts, and her thighs came together to brush against one another. One thing she knew for certain was that she wanted Renekton to enjoy being around her. |
Ren Olvry
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Still. There was still no fear that Renekton saw or felt in the woman, nor even, seemingly, worry. Just embarrassment, and... whatever other mix of emotions that he'd not been going for. This woman and her strange music and trickery was dangerous to him, he was certain of it. And yet... perhaps equally not, in a way. How long he'd been little but a rage-filled berserker with merely one, shallow goal in mind, he didn't even remember. But he very clearly didn't have to be one here, and it was almost... comforting? It wasn't supposed to be, he swore it wasn't, yet this woman was having some definite effect on him, whatever it was.
How easily the woman was submitting to him only served to further that thought. He'd not wanted much for... however long now, but right now, he absolutely wanted her. And by some of her actions, not struggling against him but for the small amount early on, her eyes now closing, the feeling of her lips parting a bit further, perhaps the reverse was true as well. Releasing one of her wrists, the reptilian man started to somewhat hastily tear off some of his armor. From his head, his neck, his shoulders, his wrists, reaching a bit to his ankles without actually breaking the surprisingly pleasant kiss... bit by bit, the already scant armor on his form was tossed haphazardly to the side, leaving him mostly bare but for what was around his waist.
Free as it was to do so, his tongue meanwhile pushed a bit further into Sona's mouth, starting to shift around and explore a little more. Taking in some of the definition of the roof of her mouth, some of her teeth... and, especially, her own tongue that it continued to coil around and suck eagerly at, appreciating every bit of her taste that he took from it. Hardly was he going to be satisfied with just that forever, though, and what felt to him like a good, long while later, he finally, slowly drew his tongue back out of her maw, left breathing somewhat heavily... and certainly not from the desert's heat. His other hand, as well, released her other wrist; she'd need the small bit of freedom for his next demand, after all.
"Show me more. You'll need this clothing of yours if you're to remain out here in the desert for long, and these claws aren't exactly made for removing it cleanly," Renekton demanded, his eyes starting to wander slowly over the woman's form, taking in what they could while she was still clothed, and especially now they had a determined interest in seeing what lay beneath. Just to add a little extra... incentive, not that she'd have much choice in the matter, a clawed hand reached down, carefully tracing over the fair, delicate skin of one of her lower legs and straying slowly upwards from there. "Know as well that you brought this on yourself; I'm not like the men you've undoubtedly charmed and had in the past," he growled, certain already that he'd proven just such with his pure aggressiveness. Just as certain, no less, that she'd had at least a few males in the past... no doubt actual human males. Now she had him, and she'd just have to live with that.
How easily the woman was submitting to him only served to further that thought. He'd not wanted much for... however long now, but right now, he absolutely wanted her. And by some of her actions, not struggling against him but for the small amount early on, her eyes now closing, the feeling of her lips parting a bit further, perhaps the reverse was true as well. Releasing one of her wrists, the reptilian man started to somewhat hastily tear off some of his armor. From his head, his neck, his shoulders, his wrists, reaching a bit to his ankles without actually breaking the surprisingly pleasant kiss... bit by bit, the already scant armor on his form was tossed haphazardly to the side, leaving him mostly bare but for what was around his waist.
Free as it was to do so, his tongue meanwhile pushed a bit further into Sona's mouth, starting to shift around and explore a little more. Taking in some of the definition of the roof of her mouth, some of her teeth... and, especially, her own tongue that it continued to coil around and suck eagerly at, appreciating every bit of her taste that he took from it. Hardly was he going to be satisfied with just that forever, though, and what felt to him like a good, long while later, he finally, slowly drew his tongue back out of her maw, left breathing somewhat heavily... and certainly not from the desert's heat. His other hand, as well, released her other wrist; she'd need the small bit of freedom for his next demand, after all.
"Show me more. You'll need this clothing of yours if you're to remain out here in the desert for long, and these claws aren't exactly made for removing it cleanly," Renekton demanded, his eyes starting to wander slowly over the woman's form, taking in what they could while she was still clothed, and especially now they had a determined interest in seeing what lay beneath. Just to add a little extra... incentive, not that she'd have much choice in the matter, a clawed hand reached down, carefully tracing over the fair, delicate skin of one of her lower legs and straying slowly upwards from there. "Know as well that you brought this on yourself; I'm not like the men you've undoubtedly charmed and had in the past," he growled, certain already that he'd proven just such with his pure aggressiveness. Just as certain, no less, that she'd had at least a few males in the past... no doubt actual human males. Now she had him, and she'd just have to live with that.
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~❄ Sona ❄~ "......" Occupation: Musician Affiliation: Demacia/Ionia (Free) Height:5'6" (168cm) Hair: Cyan Blue Eyes: Cerulean Blue Persona: Peaceful Myn's F-List Myn's Requests | ❤❤❤ | She hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. And by anyone’s standards things had escalated far too quickly. It was true that she’d felt an immediate attachment to the the reptile-man. At first it had been simple curiosity, an irrational desire to see who or what had caused all the villagers to flee so fearfully back into their homes. Her own fear had been sparked momentarily when her cerulean eyes had first witness his powerful form coming straight for her. The larged clawed feet smashing the ground on which they walked, while the thick scaly gator tail swished and swayed either in the air, or against the grainy dunes. There was no mistaking that she’d been fascinated by his bizarre appearance. Having travelled across the continent more than once she’d seen her fair share of strange creatures, but an croc wasn’t one of them, and certainly not a bipedal monstrosity like Renekton. Something had changed though when he’d swept her off her feet, cradling her gently in his arms, and offering her a sense of comfort and belonging that she’d always sought, but never managed to find. Not in her entire lifetime would she have thought to look in the arms of such a savage looking creature, but coincidentally she’d been given no choice in the matter, and now that she’d found the warmth she’d craved for since birth, she didn’t want to lose it. No matter what the cost. She’d definitely managed to capture his interest, the way in which those golden eyes glared down at her now was far more intense, though being rather clueless when it came to this type of thing, she couldn’t discern whether it was anger or something else entirely. With no better guess, she could only guess that her small expression of gratitude had riled the other up, and the harsh words he grunted her seemed to endorse the thought… but the kiss… the feeling of the slick reptilian tongue wrapping itself around her own much smaller and softer tongue had felt so good… it was hard to imagine him intentionally offering her such pleasure if he hated her. When Renekton started to strip himself down though, she regained her resilience, struggling feebly as she squirmed her hips against the sand, wriggling her curved body as she weakly tried to break free and look away. Fortunately for her Renekton had stripped himself bare, though the broad shoulders and firm muscular chest heaving several inches above her body was far too erotically overwhelming for someone who couldn’t recall having ever done something intimate. In fact, the most erotic thing she could think of doing had already been done. A kiss on the cheek was affection, so having her mouth so thoroughly violated had to be the strongest form of emotion one could feel towards another. The orphanage had never taught her about sex, and as a speechless songstress she’d lacked the social capability to learn from others. When Renekton told her to undress, she couldn’t hide her confusion at first, but after hearing the soft splash of water a few feet from her, she figured the Croc-man wanted to frolick with her in the cool waters… she supposed she could do that with him. Finally being freed from the other’s clutches, she obediently plucked at the few clips that held her cloak in place. Feeling a certain discomfort at stripping, but seemingly not overly bothered as she wore her elegant robe like dress beneath. She made a move to slip that off… but she couldn’t do it. Not after hearing Renekton accuse her of kissing other men in the past. She’d reluctantly accept that she’d brought this on herself, but she certainly hadn’t tried to charm him, and to have her first kiss devalued by implying other men, she pouted unhappily before pounding a fist harmlessly against the broad chest. Her face turned away in her first open show of rejection, her hand however remained firmly pressed against Renekton’s chest though, resting comfortably over the reptile’s heart, and sensing the steady rhythmical beat beneath… she wouldn’t forgive him for that. Not unless he kissed her needy lips once more. |
Ren Olvry
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Struggling a little again... but it didn't, wouldn't matter. He could easily overpower her; no doubt that was a thought very present in the woman's mind. In the end, he already had what he really wanted right now, and if she wanted to try and escape? Well, she could try, he supposed... but in the end, that would just make things worse for her. After all, right now he was offering her the chance to have her clothing not ruined. He doubted she would very much enjoy it if that chance departed.
Thus, it seemed, the woman wasn't going to resist... much. Renekton watched with intent interest as Sona started to remove her own clothing, his eyes wandering every bit of soft flesh that was being exposed to him. That was, before she... stopped? Blinking in surprise and a bit of frustration, the reptilian man's eyes widened a little again when he felt that fist bump into his chest. Curiously, he tilted his head to the side as he watched her turn her head away from him, her hand still resting on his chest. It took a moment for his more savage mind, but then the last thing he'd said, that she seemed to be reacting to... no, but surely...?
"You haven't," he spoke, more so a surprised statement than any sort of inquiry. In some annoyance and confusion, one of his hands dug a little into the sand at his side, his eyes straying off to the side, over to the water, in thought. If he was indeed correct in his assumption... he would be her first, in spite of anything he might have thought before. Was it right for him to be such a thing to her? Perhaps not. He still wanted it anyway.
To that end, he turned back to her, reaching a hand out to somewhat firmly turn her face back toward his own... just for his lips to meet hers again moments later. His tongue was not long to follow, just as before aggressively pushing its way past her lips to meet, and suckle eagerly at, the woman's own tongue. He only held this particular kiss for so long, but still, he was certain even that much would get this back on the track he wanted it to follow.
"If that's the case, then I'll be claiming everything of your first. I suppose I can consent to one request afterwards as well... but for now, show me the rest of it, tell me that I'll be the first to see it," he demanded, his eyes flicking down momentarily to the dress as he demanded that, and anything that might still lay below it, be removed. There was still the same sort of aggressiveness to his demand, but it was perhaps a bit calmer than it had been before; at least some care could well be said to be being granted to the woman that was his present company, and not something he showed... much of ever, really.
Thus, it seemed, the woman wasn't going to resist... much. Renekton watched with intent interest as Sona started to remove her own clothing, his eyes wandering every bit of soft flesh that was being exposed to him. That was, before she... stopped? Blinking in surprise and a bit of frustration, the reptilian man's eyes widened a little again when he felt that fist bump into his chest. Curiously, he tilted his head to the side as he watched her turn her head away from him, her hand still resting on his chest. It took a moment for his more savage mind, but then the last thing he'd said, that she seemed to be reacting to... no, but surely...?
"You haven't," he spoke, more so a surprised statement than any sort of inquiry. In some annoyance and confusion, one of his hands dug a little into the sand at his side, his eyes straying off to the side, over to the water, in thought. If he was indeed correct in his assumption... he would be her first, in spite of anything he might have thought before. Was it right for him to be such a thing to her? Perhaps not. He still wanted it anyway.
To that end, he turned back to her, reaching a hand out to somewhat firmly turn her face back toward his own... just for his lips to meet hers again moments later. His tongue was not long to follow, just as before aggressively pushing its way past her lips to meet, and suckle eagerly at, the woman's own tongue. He only held this particular kiss for so long, but still, he was certain even that much would get this back on the track he wanted it to follow.
"If that's the case, then I'll be claiming everything of your first. I suppose I can consent to one request afterwards as well... but for now, show me the rest of it, tell me that I'll be the first to see it," he demanded, his eyes flicking down momentarily to the dress as he demanded that, and anything that might still lay below it, be removed. There was still the same sort of aggressiveness to his demand, but it was perhaps a bit calmer than it had been before; at least some care could well be said to be being granted to the woman that was his present company, and not something he showed... much of ever, really.
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~❄ Sona ❄~ "......" Occupation: Musician Affiliation: Demacia/Ionia (Free) Height:5'6" (168cm) Hair: Cyan Blue Eyes: Cerulean Blue Persona: Peaceful Myn's F-List Myn's Requests | ❤❤❤ | The feeble struggling motions that went occurring beneath the reptilian brute persisted for awhile longer as Sona continued to make her displeasure known. Not for a single second did she think of escaping as she knew full well that she’d easily be recaptured again even if she did miraculously break free… and, it wasn’t like she wanted to get away anyway. She just wanted to let the beast know that she was willing to sacrifice herself for him, and him exclusively right now. She’d hoped her small reciprocation of the kiss earlier had been enough to show that, but apparently… It hurt to think he didn’t think specially of her, perhaps she was expecting too much? She’d certainly felt a connection to the man when he’d cradled her, but maybe he perceived her as nothing more than a convenient burden? Someone who he’d taste briefly before casting aside? The thought scared her. For someone who’d been alone for most of her life, she couldn’t believe how fearful she’d become of being abandoned in the Shuriman sands. “Rr?” she murmured, Unsure if being inexperienced was a good or bad thing in those savage eyes. A surge of fear began to swell as she considered it to be the later, and as her face was turned towards the gator’s own, she hesitantly nodded her head in affirmation confirming that she had indeed never experienced a kiss so deep and sensual. Despite his cruel words earlier, the kiss had felt nice, and he didn’t seem as bad as he liked to pretend. The way she felt was further confirmed by the rough kiss that followed, her mood recovering dramatically not only from the pleasure, but also from the fact he’d understood her demands so quickly. When the kiss was broken though, and she was instructed to strip down once more though she simply couldn’t do as she was told. She didn’t want to frolick with him in the cool waters just yet. She might strip down later and join him if he promised not to gaze at her while she removed her clothing, but right now? She wanted to indulge herself in the pleasure a bit longer. Raising her other arm and placing both of her small hand’s against the broad chest that hovered above her, it seemed as if she was going to push him away at first, but her intentions were the complete opposite. Slithering her hands up along his chest, they sensually slipped themselves over his shoulders, soft fingertips gliding around the back of the thick neck as she attempted to tug him down for another kiss. “Rene-“ she moaned needily, closing her eyes and using all her might to pull him closer, her lips barely managing to brush against Renekton’s neck, which she immediately began to kiss with desperate vigour. She needed to distract him from the stripping he’d request, but more importantly she wanted to show him she thought him to be special, not just some saviour who was merely entitled. Soft lips brushed repeatedly over the reptilian man’s skin, her limited experience now also showing through as she occasionally licked and lapped at his skin meekly with her small wet tongue from time to time. Sona might not have understood what Renekton sought, but her body certainly seemed to as she arched her body upwards, her thighs spread open on either side of the gator’s hips brushing against them, as she rubbed her sensitive spot against Renekton’s stomach, “Ngmm, auh, mm~” she mewled, feeling pleasure like she never had before. While Sona had refused to undress, her sudden movements had caused the lower part of her dress had lifted up past her thighs to show her curvy yet slim inner thighs, the smooth pale flesh obstructed by a snow white piece of frilly underwear which had darkened at it’s center significantly. Her arousal invisible to Renekton’s eyes due to Sona’s hold, but quite noticeable as she damp moisture was rubbed encouragingly against Renekton’s stomach. As much as she longed to feel that tongue abusing her mouth again, Sona couldn’t help but feel there was more to this, frustration had slowly started to bubble in her as she greedily sought more pleasure without knowing how to sate her cravings. Perhaps Renekton knew? But… there was no way she’d take off her dress for him, even when consumed with lust, she was still a young lady at heart. |
Ren Olvry
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- Joined
- Dec 22, 2012
So she confirmed it. Well, that was certainly interesting. Curious trickery or no, Renekton would indeed be her first. The first for a beauty like this woman, who, even for just that fact, he'd been so certain had taken men to her bed before. But she hadn't... and he still wasn't completely certain if someone like him should be allowed to claim such a surprising honor for himself.
Yet again, it seemed after a few moments, she still wasn't following his demand. Narrowing his eyes slightly as he came to that little realization again, he blinked in some surprise as the woman moved closer all the same. Feeling those delicate fingers wander up his chest, along his shoulders, to the back of his neck, just to try and tug there... not that that would inevitably get anywhere, not with the very obvious difference in size and strength. Yet, despite himself, a little rumble of content escaped him under such a touch, his head even tilting slightly to the side as she started to place those little kisses and even licks against it. Clear enough she was indeed new at this... though he supposed he could give her some credit for trying. Even starting to rub against him like that... for someone who'd refused so much to strip for him, she certainly seemed eager as well.
Never mind any doubt, then; he was having her for himself. Nobody was going to stop him now.
"Feels different, right? Like there's some sort of hunger you need me to sate?" he asked with a slight smirk, though with the way she was moving, what she was doing, he already had his answer. Still, if it was more she very clearly wanted and just as clearly didn't know how to get, then more he would give. Leaning himself down a little, he began to place small licks and slight nibbles at the side of the woman's own neck, careful enough with his teeth that he wouldn't break through that soft skin of hers. Down along her neck, toward a yet exposed part of her shoulder, while all the while one of his hands roamed steadily down her back. No sooner did it reach Sona's rear than did it give that rear a somewhat firm squeeze, pulling the female a bit further against him.
"This, at least, needs to come off, or I'm not going to be able to really take care of you," Renekton calmly demanded, giving that underwear exposed under her hiked-up dress a small tug. "After all, what I really need is... here," he added, not at all leaving where he meant to the imagination. On the contrary, one clawed finger slid over that underwear, up along the damp patch to trace over the slit just beneath. That the bit of armor still remaining around his waist was getting rather... uncomfortable in the meantime was just a matter of course. And, on that idle thought, it just had to be removed, his free hand going about that work fairly quickly and exposing a bit of a darker green length starting to stick out between his legs as he awaited the woman, his woman now, to do similar.
Yet again, it seemed after a few moments, she still wasn't following his demand. Narrowing his eyes slightly as he came to that little realization again, he blinked in some surprise as the woman moved closer all the same. Feeling those delicate fingers wander up his chest, along his shoulders, to the back of his neck, just to try and tug there... not that that would inevitably get anywhere, not with the very obvious difference in size and strength. Yet, despite himself, a little rumble of content escaped him under such a touch, his head even tilting slightly to the side as she started to place those little kisses and even licks against it. Clear enough she was indeed new at this... though he supposed he could give her some credit for trying. Even starting to rub against him like that... for someone who'd refused so much to strip for him, she certainly seemed eager as well.
Never mind any doubt, then; he was having her for himself. Nobody was going to stop him now.
"Feels different, right? Like there's some sort of hunger you need me to sate?" he asked with a slight smirk, though with the way she was moving, what she was doing, he already had his answer. Still, if it was more she very clearly wanted and just as clearly didn't know how to get, then more he would give. Leaning himself down a little, he began to place small licks and slight nibbles at the side of the woman's own neck, careful enough with his teeth that he wouldn't break through that soft skin of hers. Down along her neck, toward a yet exposed part of her shoulder, while all the while one of his hands roamed steadily down her back. No sooner did it reach Sona's rear than did it give that rear a somewhat firm squeeze, pulling the female a bit further against him.
"This, at least, needs to come off, or I'm not going to be able to really take care of you," Renekton calmly demanded, giving that underwear exposed under her hiked-up dress a small tug. "After all, what I really need is... here," he added, not at all leaving where he meant to the imagination. On the contrary, one clawed finger slid over that underwear, up along the damp patch to trace over the slit just beneath. That the bit of armor still remaining around his waist was getting rather... uncomfortable in the meantime was just a matter of course. And, on that idle thought, it just had to be removed, his free hand going about that work fairly quickly and exposing a bit of a darker green length starting to stick out between his legs as he awaited the woman, his woman now, to do similar.