Post by kevna on Jul 11, 2021 22:26:17 GMT -5
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?