Post by kevna on Sept 7, 2021 0:49:22 GMT -5
Ny’x – Blue Nimocith
It wasn’t just that her daydream was getting out of hand, it was that her body was responding to it. She moaned lowly with her eyes closed, and when they fluttered open, she watched Raxalin run out of the room. Normally, Ny’x would have been concerned for the young girl, but instead her eyes fixated on the man that had started for the younger girl. Gold rising. It was a distant thought. She put down the knife she was using to cut some herbs, her hands slightly shaky, her body unbelievable warm.
Ny’x moved forward with purpose, her hunger driving any possibility for fear out of every crevice of her mind as she snatched the man and pulled him to her. His response was immediate, molding her to him with strong hands, much like how she imagined Zi’lor’s hands would feel. His lips moved with an urgency that matched her own, and her hands tangled into his hair. The brush of his thumb on her waist as his hand snaked underneath her shirt had her pulling him towards the storeroom. They got there around the same time another couple did. Apparently, they had the same idea. “It’s taken.” She snapped, angrily pulling her lips away. How dare they think about taking her storeroom!
She pushed the man she was entangled with into the storeroom and glared at the other couple as she closed the door. Immediately arms encircled her, and the passion renewed. His mouth moved along her jaw and then lower, and she felt the distress of her dragon. Was she not barring him from her experience enough? Passion flowed through her, but anger and distress warred with her. The keening sound had her pushing the man away, gasping back tears as Nimocith shared his grief with her.
What? Who? And at such a time? Had a bronze gotten too aggressive?
Sularenth rose. Zalmaranth rose in challenge. Zalmaranth is gone.
A gold? Gone? Dead… Not just gone.
Do you need me?She asked, even though her throat was thick with sorrow, she could feel the passion, that hunger rising in her again. Obviously, the man before her could as well, because he began running his hands up and down her arms, then moving them to encircle her waist.
I… Shall be fine. Whether Nimo was being merciful or truthful, she couldn’t discern, not before lips found hers again, and she was lost to the haze of desire.
She felt her face flame in embarrassment as she stumbled into her clothes and escaped. Everything had been perfect-well… Until she had moaned Zi’lor’s name by mistake. She had known it wasn’t he that held her, but her imagination had been stronger than her intellect, and here she was.
“Err, it’s Doren… Just so you know.” The guy gave her a quizzical smile, and Ny’x was sure she would faint. In fact, she imagined doing so would be less embarrassing then suffering through this… “Right… Sorry about that…” She gave another lagging smile, and then turned and ran. Shards, her crush on Zi’lor was sure to get out now. What if people-like Doren-talked??? What if Zi’lor found out? That was it! She was going to throw herself from the tallest cliff.
