A Game to Claim

[kevna]

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

This had to be the month. It was the only explanation for the temperamental comments and extreme whiplash when it came to Amagetith’s emotions. She already had issues with emotional extremes, this just had to be one hundred times worse. She would rise soon enough and end this multi-week long torment for the greenrider. It always did. There was a bit of anticipation when it came to her lithe green rising. The passion, the excitement, the strength of wing and feel of air. It was one of the best games they played.

Since Sularenth’s rising, and the passion that had unfolded from the lust driven rider, Siorreya had anticipated just this time. Mostly because she wanted to get her mind off of him, and what better way to do it then this? He had awoken a passion outside of dragonlust-but there was hope the dragonlust experience with her bonded and another would finally end whatever had awoken between him and her. The him she wouldn’t name.

Siorreya was enjoying a meal with some of her fellow riders, laughing, eating, and teasing one another. The small blonde was desperate to make this meal last as long as possible, being extra boisterous and loud, all the better to extend her encounter and avoid her testy green for a little longer. Mimsy sat on her shoulder, content after being fed and dozing tucked into the crook of her neck. Amagetith was sunning herself somewhere along the height of the little island, napping hopefully, because when she woke her rider hoped for a better mood. It was a slim hope.

She was mid bite when she groaned, feeling Amagetith waking. She stopped mid groan though when she felt it. The extreme hunger, not for food, but for something much more fulfilling. Siorreya swallowed, smiling, standing up and excusing herself quickly. She ran her fingers through her long hair, trying to untangle the mess, because the last thing she needed was a lust driven rider to rip her hair out during the passion that was about to unfold.

I think it’s time for a game. Amagetith practically purred in her mind. Are you ready for a wild ride, mine?

“So ready.” Sio murmured back, picking up her pace as the lust began to fill her mind and body, driving her ever faster to their Weyr.

Catch me, catch me if you can. The bugle rang out it’s challenge as Amagetith launched into the air, moving higher and higher, stretching her wings, preparing just for that, the wild, wild ride. Sio made it to her weyr, eyes hazy, mind melded with her dragon. Physically she was inside, but mentally she was high in the sky bugling her challenge. Her arms lifted from her side and she twirled once to mimic her dragon in flight twirling upwards and on.

A game! A game! A game to claim me! Who will play, just one or two or three?

[roz]

Isme :: Blue Valienth

Isme was sitting in the dining hall having a little snack and chatting up a few people she found there. She was an outgoing young woman, driven to make friends and that was exactly what she was doing when Valienth filled her mind with a rush of excitement. Now is the time I’m going to do it! the blue announced. Isme was focused on her new friends “Okay have fun.” she sent back but then there it was. Wait, what exactly was it? Her skin itched and her fingers went to the collar of her tunic.

Her stomach churned for a second “Wait Valienth… what… what are you going to do.” she asked in complete denial. Chase… Amagetith is so lovely I just know she is the one. “Wait what… no no no… not today.” She tried stepping away from the others at the table. She glanced that way and they were all giving her a knowing look. Her face flushed red. Oh by the first egg why was it so hot? She shifted and stumbled toward the exit. Air, she needed air, her heart was racing in her chest and she felt an odd mix of excitement and nausea.

Sure she knew it would happen someday, she even had a plan, well she had thought about finding someone to be with beforehand. A man was in her mind which was silly as chances were very high this was a woman she felt herself being drawn toward. She was completely unprepared despite every warning in the book having been tossed at her. Relax mine, enjoy it. she was surprised by the confident and soothing tone in her blue voice considering the sheer volume of lust she felt through their bond.

The small blue pushed his rider's worry down flooding her with more of his need, he was helping her and allowing himself to completely relish this his first chase ever. Oh he was fast, very, very fast he was confident he would win his lovely green. He hundred down low and pushed off hard launching himself into the air. Wings extend wide and pumped fast, sending him skyward after his green prize.

For Isme things just swirled together, lust raced through her veins and she didn’t even try to resist. This feeling was new and most pleasant really. She would never really be the same after this even if Val lost there was just no going back to how things were. No polite knocking or nervous hellos, or bubbly ones she just entered, noting just how beautiful the green rider before her was as she twirled in place with her dragon. Oh she just had to have her!





G’deon :: Brown Ageth

G’deon lay on the bed with one arm over his eyes. No surprise his head was throbbing from a night of bad decisions. Not even the bath he’d taken had cut the edge off like it normally did and frankly all the brown rider wanted to do was sleep. Ageth however shifted from where he had been laying and moved toward the ledge. The brown was considering, he had in point of fact been being kind, his rider was still suffering greatly from his loss and so the brown had not really chased all that much. Okay not at all since the accident.

The brown craned his neck to look at the man lying there. If he wasn’t going to take care of himself and was going to choose random partners on his own, why then was Ageth torturing himself? The brown decided at that moment that he was in fact not going to anymore. Come on mine I will take you down! he stated flatly but G’deon felt the pull almost immediately. “Now?” he mumbled rubbing his temples. Hmm but that was fading fast too, lost to the lust that was growing every second in the brown. Now! Ageth said perching willy nilly on the ledge.

“Okay okay coming,” G’deon said, reaching out to grab his boots. He tugged one on while hopping toward the brown then the other. He had barely made it up when Ageth all but fell from the ledge swooping down and landing with a thud the big brown all but shook his rider off. It was a miracle G’deon was safe on the ground. He hadn’t asked who was rising because he wouldn’t know who that was anyway being a new arrival. The man didn’t fight the pull, no he allowed himself to melt into it, letting it guide him to the green rider he so desperately needed to find now!

Meanwhile, Ageth had launched himself into the air like a moth to the flame the large brown sought Amagetith out. She was the prize, a beauty beyond compare and he answered her teasing call with a solid roar of his own. Beautiful Amagetith you will be mine! the brown announced confidently.

G’deon watched the pretty blue rider enter the weyr before him and grinned. By the first egg, he loved flights. Sometimes the best things happen and he could only hope this was one of those times as he followed the blue ride inside.

[tovaana]

Lo’qui :: Bronze Jarath

It came to no surprise when his dragon perked at every green that invited her suitors into the sky, especially after the last encounter… ah, he really shouldn’t think about that. It was hard not to, and his dragon caught whiff of the memory and let out a dangerous growl when he remembered clearly he’d been cheated what had been his. Sularenth had chosen him, but had been snatched away – his. Sometimes in these fits, if Lo'qui wasn't paying attention to his own thoughts, he found himself angry that she'd been snatched from him, only to realize that Jarath's thoughts were bleeding into his own. And it was this moment of weakness where Lo'qui had thought about the gold flight that made him launch into the air after Amagetith before realizing who it was, nor did he care in that moment. The competitive bronze wanted to show that he could win, even greens who were harder to catch with their speed and dexterity. He would win.

It wasn’t until he was in the air following the taunting green that a memory stirred – of course not for the forgetful bronze, but for the rider who recognized the blonde upon entry. Jarath roughly tugged at the memory, remembering now that this green liked games and fun – he’d almost won her over too. Not that the green would remember, but he would try not to repeat any of his previous tricks, he’d win her.

He pushed with his large wings, trying to keep up with the fast smaller dragons, lifting higher into the air to use the breeze to his advantage. He ignored the other suitors that joined, pretending it was only he and she – he just had to come up with an idea that would impress her. He rumbled low taking a swoop down to the significantly smaller green and blues and then came back up, noticing there was a brown that had joined as well. Still, no one nearly as impressive as himself.

I shall win your game, sweet Amagetith. Even though he had told himself he wouldn’t play the shadow game, he found his shadow looming over her as he brainstormed with his rider how best to win the playful green’s heart over.

[Zen]

A'zael :: Bronze Fath

It was much more of an adjustment than he’d thought it would be, not being Weyrleader anymore. As the only other rider as Mavros that had any idea what it was like, B’rax had asked him to be his Weyrsecond, but that did not have anywhere near the same responsibilities. He was just… a back up Weyrleader, in case… in case the worst happened. Mostly, he was just a Wingleader now, which came with significantly fewer things to worry about and gave him far more free time than he was used to. It had been a relief to finally escape the responsibility, particularly with B’rax now in charge, but he found himself feeling restless more often than not with all the extra time on his hands, feeling like he should be doing something that was no longer his job to do.

The fact that Melana had assigned him her old weyr, sharing with Srunae, was… an interesting development. It certainly made it easy to spend more time together, but he quickly realized there was no way he could spend time with any other woman in the privacy of his own weyr either. Srunae might know about his habits but he didn’t want to insult her by bringing other women back to their shared weyr. Not to mention there was some circulation of a rumor he’d overheard that they had asked for the arrangement, that they were weyrmated, and how it was about time. And that… sort of made it harder to find interested women in the first place. Supposedly he was off the market, which was not the case at all. He and Srunae had no such exclusive arrangement. But that wasn’t what people thought, now that they shared a weyr.

He sighed, plucking absently at his gitar as Fath sunned on their ledge. Srunae and Danovelith were visiting the infirmary; as the only dragonhealer among the goldriders it only made sense for Srunae to oversee the needs of their healers. And so he was left to his own devices for the time being. Vaguely he felt Fath’s interest in something, but didn’t pay it much mind. The bronze had raised his head curiously, watching Amagetith as the green launched from her weyr and bugled her challenge. He liked Amagetith, they played together quite often. There weren’t many dragons that seemed to like playing with him. He watched her for a long moment, watched a few other males take off after her as she rose higher, and then he pushed to his feet, announcing to A’zael, Goingtoplaywith Amagetith!

A’zael cast a quick glance over at the bronze, not thinking much of the announcement Fath made on a fairly regular basis, Have fun. But when Fath pushed into the air he felt the first hints of lust, steadily growing as the bronze winged his way higher after the green. He stood from his bed, gitar left behind, as he rushed to the ledge in shock to see that his dragon was indeed chasing a green. He didn’t really have the time or the presence of mind to question it much right then, turning instead to find his way to the green’s rider. Siorreya. He grinned, recalling briefly their time on the beach, flirting all around flying a kite. He made it to the young woman’s weyr on the tail of several others.

Fath was behind, taking to the chase a bit later than the others, but it didn’t bother him. He bugled a challenge back at the green, though it was playful, I’llcatchyou! Waitandsee! There was none of the silent intensity that overtook him when chasing a gold, this was all for the fun of the chase.

[kevna]

Green Amagetith - Siorreya

A multitude of dragons swarmed the glowing green who bugled her joy. Back in the Weyr, Sio swayed to her green’s excitement, a gentle hum of pleasure emitting from her throat. There were so many suitors, but which to choose? She recognized many, like Nnamdith, Geminith, and Sabanth, along with many other blues and browns. Other’s she didn’t and her curiosity was peaked. She let out a trill when the brown complimented her and challenged her all at once. His? She would just have to see. Amagetith let out another trill as bronzes too took up the chase. Fath was fun, always willing to play with her and often the target of her pranks. Ama didn’t know Jarath as well, but he was large and powerful, it was hard not to note it, nor be impressed by it. Both seemed willing to play her game.

What game, what game shall we play? The green taunted, challenged, mused. It was difficult to come up with a game, but that seemed like the best way to measure the dragon's worthiness of her... Could she fly fast and free long enough to come up with a game?

She twisted in the air, and made it as if she would continue her climb up, but where would the fun in that be? No, that just wouldn’t do, especially if it left some of her suitors behind. They wanted to play too! So instead, she used her best maneuver to torque her lithe form until her wing tip lost the current, and down she plummeted, seeking to get underneath the throng. It was risky, but so worth it, to give her admirers the opportunity to drop upon her. They would have to be fast, faster then she. They would have to be nimble, which was hard to beat. Can any catch me? We will see. My game is to avoid, what game for you? And if none could catch her, she would have to watch for the most worthy, maybe the most fun. Oh how she loved the air.

Siorreya laughed, it was subconscious, hardly could she be aware of such a thing until her mind caught the sound and brought her back for but a moment. It was long enough to look about her, catching a few female riders, which intrigued Sio. A suggestive grin erupted on her lips when she caught sight of A’zael, but the dark-skinned man, a behemoth of a man, tore her attention away. He had to be almost double her height, she had seen him before hadn't she? So many options. Anticipation brought her rearing back to her green, who continued to twist and turn out of the way of diving admirers.

[tovaana]

Lo’qui :: Bronze Jarath

Lo’qui had long learned it was easier and more enjoyable to submit to his dragons feelings – but this time the bronze’s urgency felt more violent, mixing uncomfortably with the needing. So he took a breath and tried to separate himself for a moment, to not feel so completely drowned in his dragon’s ire and flightlust. His eyes opened momentary to survey the growing crowd, but mostly to see who it was that rode the green. Lo’qui couldn’t help but notice her petite form, and youth. It had never bothered him before when the green riders of the greens his bronze had been lucky to caught or chosen had been young – but now that his children were getting older, possibly entering adulthood, there was that recognition that this woman could easily be close to the age of his oldest children. He'd been young when he'd become a father, so surely it wasn't so strange... The thought was very unsettling and he closed his eyes, letting his bronze’s lust fill him instead, having his thoughts trail in more interesting avenues.

Jarath glanced at Fath as he entered the skies. A bronze. Almost a worthy opponent, if the bronze wasn’t such a fool. 'That fool caught the previous Weyrwoman's gold.' The bronze huffed mentally, reminded vividly that that gold, was dead - and of the moment following when he'd lost the chase. Jarath growled at the sight of the bronze rushing to catch up and then glanced down at the green as she dove at the suitors below her. He mirrored her movements, letting out a growl of warning for any of the smaller dragons that would be in his way. One made a noise of surprise and Lo’qui noticed his dragon was taking a lot more pleasure of being ‘better’ than all the others in this flight.

He didn’t stop at the level of the sprite green, but instead lowered himself to be below her. Jarath didn’t feel like words, he just wanted to win and be done. Usually Jarath enjoyed the competition more too, in the back of Lo’qui’s mind he thought his dragon could become irrational if he wasn’t careful… but there was no way he could get his dragon to back down, and it wasn’t like it was necessary… yet.

Despite his mood, Jarath knew that the green would have to realize that his next actions were purposeful. I’ll catch you dear Amagetith, but first – how about a different sort of ride? Then he dipped and pulled up quickly to gain a little speed, then twisted so his belly was facing up for just a moment as his mammoth wings beat one hard time, a gust of wind hopefully that would catch her wings and give her an unexpected drift of air to do whatever she wished on. It was the complete opposite of what he wanted, but he kept in his mind’s eye the previous chase and her desire for fun. The blues and browns were quicker, which meant that he had to be smarter.

He continued into a barrel roll to right himself again, dipping and then lifting, since he had lost space between him and his goal. He pushed himself higher, hoping the amusement of the game would be worth putting so much space between them.

[roz]

Isme :: Blue Valienth

Valienth was excited and overly confident caught in the trap of his would-be mates' lust. The blue paid no attention to the other dragons around him. Bronze and Brown, too slow to catch such a lovely green. Never mind that he was not the only blue to be found. He was young and caught in the grip of his first chase, dragging his rider down the rabbit hole with him. Amagetith teased and taunted first with words. Then with actions as she launched herself into the air.

She was fast and graceful, truly a thing of beauty in the air and he followed suit. She twisted and turned and he did his best to keep up. He was racing up and suddenly she was plunging down. Caught off guard he struggled to right himself and fall back into his pursuit. She was truly a prize to have, he twisted nimble and lith, strong strokes of his wings set him on her tail once more. She would be his! She had to be.

Isme had long surrendered to her boy's need, watching like a hungry beast as the woman across the room moved and swayed. It was not new to her that she found the female form as enticing as the male. What was new was the desire to act upon that secret desire. When those eyes glanced her way, fire raced down her spine and a hot flush found her cheeks. She lips her lips in an eggore manner and smiled far from innocently at the other woman across the way.



G’deon :: Brown Ageth

Ageth was amused by it all, how the pretty green thought she could elude him especially higher up in the air. But she was sharp, a truly sly one sweet Amagetith. Teasing and taunting, fooling her suitors into thinking she planned to rise even higher into the sky. When she fell back down, Ageth had to shift so he did not crash into the blue that was surprised by her playful game in mid-air.

The big brown righted himself, eyes focused on the swift green as she moved through the air leading them all on a merry chase indeed. Large wings worked sending him after all, she was fast but he had endurance, he would outlast her. The trick was to keep the other males away while he did that very thing. Each stroke of his wings sent him forward after his sweet prize.

Each stroke of those wings also stirred the heat in the brown rider down below. G’deon didn’t miss the green riders. Clouded by lust his mind might be but he could still see! She laughed and sweet sound in the air and her eyes scanned those gathered there as if choosing just as her green was high above in the air. The man smiled, that sexy little smirk of his as she looked his way. Oh, he knew it was really more her girl's choice but one really never knew!.

[kevna]

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

It was always such a disappointment when her wings started to ache. Yes, she could move faster then most dragons in the weyr, and she was capable of more acrobats as well, but these flights just never seemed to last long enough. The fatigue she felt was plain in the way a couple of dragons got close, swiping at her hungrily. A boost of adrenaline was enough to keep her ahead. She had been dangerously flirting below most of her suiters and was surprised when a bronze fell below her. Her attention diverted to him, curious of his actions. It would make it even more difficult to catch her from down there.

Jarath rolled, his words only making sense as the wind gust his wingspans pushed toward her pulled at her with strength. Amagetith let out a bugle of joy as the wind gust allowed her to perform four-barrel rolls and a twisting spin, the exhilarating move enough to captivate her. The move did leave her vulnerable, but the way she moved, and her speed seemed to have kept most of her suitors at bay, with the acceptance of a few more aggressive males. The green had to twist sharply to dissuade the rest, No no, not fast enough for me, shame shame! She admonished teasingly those who tried before dropping back toward the bronze who had pleased her so. That is a game indeed! She called out joyously to Jarath, her pleasure clear as she circled back and dropped down closer to him. A catch was fun, but Jarath had proved his worth and given her the fun she had been looking for.

What a ride, it was, how about another? She didn't want the same ride as before, no, she was thinking of another rise as she skirted closer to the bronze, tempting fate that another suitor would swipe her before he could. Then teasing him, she moved to get under him and to the other side, showing her preference, giving him the opportunity without openly offering it to him.

Siorreya could feel it, the way she was pulled toward the dark-skinned rider, her green’s choice. She looked around the room again, giving off a flirty smile and a wink. Unconsciouly her body stopped it’s movement just out of reach of the tall, very tall rider, and then moved to circle him, her green’s taunts controlling the actions.

[tovaana]

Lo’qui :: Bronze Jarath

Jarath felt a pang of annoyance at how high his gust of wind shot the little green up, yet it was mixed with pride at the strength of his wings and at the obvious glee that Amagetith responded with. He simply crooned in return, pushing himself at a torturously slow pace back up to join the competition.

Lo’qui’s heart quickened with his bronze’s tensing desire as the green lowered herself through the other dragons and toward him. It worked! Of course it had worked.

I can promise you that it would be more pleasurable than the first. He quipped back at her offer, she was so tantalizingly close – but also so small and could easily slip away if spooked. Greens were flighty creatures, not quite as dependable as golds usually, but it didn’t make it as enjoyable to win, or er, to catch them. There was a palpable tension as the green made her final move or invitation. The bronze wasn’t going to play with fate or lose the opportunity – so his great wings pushed him downward and then folded under him to guide her the rest of the way to intertwine their badly proportioned tails. He flipped so he would be under her, carrying her as his desire was fulfilled. And the dragon held her possessively against him with his arms.

Similarly back in Siorreya’s room, Lo’qui had turned with the rider’s circling, his breathing labored and slow. The tension between them the same palpable flavor as their dragons. In the moment that Jarath took his moment, Lo’qui crouched and scooped the small green rider by the waist, lifting her to his full lips and pressing into her own. He moved quickly with his dragon’s need, carrying her to bed and making quick work of her clothes and his own, unaware of the others that quickly vacated the room. There was a part of him that was annoyed that Jarath had finally caught his first green at Mavros, the other part of him wondered if it would help with his current sour mood – but mostly these thoughts were burned in the heat between the two riders. It was only he and the little blonde – Jarath and the little green.