Ether's Breath (Atroxa & Imriel)
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				Title: <strong>Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 02:12:35</strong>
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				The grand hall was packed full of bodies, most of them clad in silks and finery of every color under the sun. It had been set up for a great banquet, with most of Altarium's nobility in attendance, including some very influential people from Erda and Oresia as well. It was easy to tell the difference between the peoples of the three nations. Oresia with it's fair complexioned folk, Erda with people of a darker color, and then there were the Altarians, most distinctive of all. Generations of exposure to Ether had altered them, and while they varied greatly in hair, skin, and eye color thanks to being descendant from people of both the other nations, they had the shared trait of physical oddities, mutations some might call them. From scales, to horns, to claws and fangs, and strangely colored skin, hair, and eyes, it was easy to spot some one with Altarium blood in them as they would always have some unusual trait.<br><br>At the head of the long table sat the King, Othorion, the seat by his side, customarily for the queen, empty, as she had passed away several years ago, and he had never seen it fit to remarry. He was a tall man, slender but powerful, with back curving bronze horns and blue-green scales running down the bridge of his nose and along his brows. Like all the Alatrian monarchs before him, the trait that marked him as royalty were his mismatched eyes, one gold and the other green. His hair was jet black, long and pulled back in a pony tail, with a trimmed beard along his jaw, both were streaked with silver, showing his age. He was far from old though, merely bearing the signs of a stressful career as king and father. As on either side of him were his two children, the twins, Princess Lyraesel, and Prince Galian. <br><br>To his right was Lyraesel, who people often said looked very much like her mother, with long silvery hair, blue-gray skin, and a proud, angular face, and her her horns curved up, rather than back. Like her father though, her horns were bronze, her eyes mismatched (though hers were blue and gold), and she had a row of scales running down the bridge of her nose, though hers were more delicate looking than her father's. She was beautiful, incredibly so, men were fond of telling her she was the most beautiful woman in Altarium, perhaps even the world. Empty words, to her. She had grown up knowing that because she was a princess, people would say anything to garner her favor. The trick was getting something worth while out of them, something more than petty flattery and promises. Things like loyalty, or allegiance. <br><br>It was no secret that she and her brother, Galian, ever competed for the title of heir. Among their people, order of birth and gender was no guarantee of inheritance. Their legacy was far too important to be left to chance, so the heads of families chose the child that was guarantee the success of future generations, even if that child was not directly their own. Power was ever shifting, ever changing, and if you did not stay ahead of the game, you got left behind. Lyraesel and her brother had been groomed since birth to one day rule, now it was only a matter of time until they saw who had done a better job. Despite being pitted against each other though, the twins were close, and enjoyed one another's company. They did their best not to carry their professional competition carry over into their personal life, if only because it pained their father to see his children fight. It was simply the way of their world though, that they compete, it promised that only the best would lead.<br><br>Towards the end of the dinner, the hum of conversation stilled as the king stood, and waited, not making a sound, as one by one, the nobles stilled and looked at him. “Thank you, all of you, for coming tonight,” He boomed, inclining his crowned head, before continuing, “I have a very important announcement to make, as you all know, we as a people depend on our children to provide a strong future, and I have two children who both are capable of leading our nation. Equally matched, it has been difficult to choose one of them, however, I have decided that within a year's time, I will officially announce which of my children it is that will be made crown prince or princess.” Everyone looked from the king to his two children, murmuring breaking out for a moment before it silenced again, the king waiting patiently. “Thank you,” He inclined his head, and sat back down. Lyraesel looked at her father, her face passive and calm, before she looked at her brother.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 05:42:12</strong>
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				Even with the murmuring that rippled through the banquet hall very few would be surprised by the announcement, he believed. Galian and his sister were of majority's age and at the time where proper courtship and marriage was to be arranged. Their father...his days were far from numbered by the wear of his rule, especially now that he was sole and singular sovereign, were etched upon his features and shadowed in his strong voice. They had always known they were to pit against each other at some time to decide who would wear their father's crown but now that the time was here Galian was caught wondering just how it would go. Those before them struggled for absolute power in a match that often turned bloody and he had little want for that. Older by only minutes, serene, composed and beautiful – Lyraesel was a rival but blood and sister and no one knew him better than she. She was like the moon in the sky. <br><br>And he was a lick of shadow. Dark where she was fair, mirroring the heterochromia&nbsp;of her eyes. Galian's black hair was worn long and mostly loose, a few braided plaits hung behind each of his horns that arched back from above his temples. They were kept from unraveling in gold bands or clasps.<br><br>When Lyraesel turned her attention from their father to him, his lips quirked in a hint of a smile. He bowed his head to her and then took up his wine goblet fingers long, brushed by scales the same blue as his sister's and sharply clawed. The glass was raised. “To our father, who's strength and wisdom I strive to follow. And to my sister, who will certainly not make things easy.” A light jest, met with equally light laughter though lines were already being drawn within their court. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 18:23:35</strong>
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				Lines were indeed being drawn, Lyraesel could almost see them, and one was being drawn right between her and Galian. She tilted her head with a small smile to her brother as he toasted to their father, and to her, lifting her own goblet. She lacked her brother's claws, but as she flashed him a stunning smile, her fangs were easily visibly, “And to you as well, little brother.” She was only older by some ten minutes but it was something she enjoyed reminding him of. Of the two of them she was certainly the more mature outwardly mature, really Galian was an intelligent young man, but he was more prone to showing his emotions than she was. Lyraesel was the picture of courtly composure. She sipped her wine, and glanced down the table, catching the eye of a few lords and ladies, before returning to her immediate surroundings.<br><br>Afterward, with the banquet done, Lyraesel returned to her family's wing of the expansive royal castle. There was enough room for many people, but it was mostly empty as it was just her, her brother, and her father. Their father had been an only child, so there was currently no living extended royal family. Her bedroom was attached to her own personal quarters, it was luxurious, but surprisingly simple. Lyraesel had found that she preferred that, a simplistic grace, rather than lavish exuberance. <br><br>Her personal guard, Emath, stood by her door, silent and watchful. He'd been her guard for several years now, and there was no one in the world she trusted more than him, not even her own father. He was a Drage, one of the slaves that served her own race. Technically, they were the same race, only seperated by many generations, and the Drages were hardly recognizable as human anymore, so changed by prolonged to the Ether that fueled their economy. Slightly larger than humans on average, with scaled skin, long tails, and dragon-like heads, they looked more reptilian than human, and were generally kept as workers down in the mines, personal guards, and pleasure slaves. Emath was a bit of a pleasure slave for her as well, but for the most part, he was her watchful protector. <br><br>She heard the door to her room open, but wasn't surprised to see her brother walking in, he never did knock. “Emath, be a dear and give us some privacy?” She asked the Drage with a small smile, removing the delicate silver crown from her head and placing it upon the cushion that was it's resting place upon her mantel. Then she turned, her back presented to her brother, and motioned to it with her hands behind her back, “Help me with this won't you Galian?” She requested, “Bothersome things, these dresses.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 01:32:28</strong>
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				Galian shared a look with Lyraesel’s guard as the Drage made his way out of the bedchamber. They weren’t on bad terms, he and her Emath but he could see the arched assessment in his eyes and to that he only tilted his head. There was really, very little to worry about when it came to the matter of him causing his sister bodily harm. If he could be so frank, he’d say that slave was a touch more than simply protective but it caused neither of them harm and only ensured that Lyraesel would suffer no injury, guarded like a dragon’s gold. Galian had two personal appointments but they were not kept as close and were more stationed than shadowing. Otherwise he let the knowledge of his skill wielding Ether into an offensive force act as a protective shell.&nbsp; The door closed presently, leaving the two of them alone with a bulk of scale and strength barring anyone else from entering.<br><br>“Yet you look lovely in it,” Galian replied, coming to fulfill her request. He swept the pure fall of Lyraesel’s hair out of the way and started on the work, hands graceful and unhindered by the presence of sharp tips. He’d done this before, dozens of times, though he never tired of watching the fabric part once each pearl button was worked free and the path of blue scales that worked down her spine was revealed.&nbsp; The gown <em>was</em> fine, cloth worth an entire merchant’s stock and household and he wore nothing less resplendent. The night had him in a light grey doublet, fitted and tirelessly embroidered to the point that no inch was left from the work of silver thread. The sleeves were slashed with black underlying and his breeches matched the doublet in both color and stitching. “Only fanning the fires of all your suitors.”<br><br>Ones that equality strived and despaired in melting some of Lyraesel’s infamous and neigh impenetrable calm.<br><br>Galian pressed his lips against her shoulder, eyes shutting as he took in the scent of her perfume. It was an intimacy that cried more than just sibling closeness, even that between twins.&nbsp; Such cried true, for they were and he saw nothing wrong with the matter. They were both wise enough to keep it between themselves and thus far no one aside from Lyraesel’s Emath was aware.<br><br>“There. I’m done with it.” His touch settled on her waist. Galian dropped one last kiss and stepped to the side, there to assist her out of the rest of her dress, though he’d do nothing but let it crumple onto the floor once Lyraesel had stepped free. “Bothered no more.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 04:12:09</strong>
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				Lyraesel gave soft breath, almost a laugh, at her brother's compliment, “I better, for all the trouble of getting it on, walking in it, trying to breath in it. Emath is no good at removing gowns, so I would have had to deal with getting it off.” She let out a sigh as he undid the buttons one by one, freeing her lungs to breath properly. Her gown was a soft, sky blue, with a silver design etched into it, a low, swooping neckline and a tight bodice, it was a fine piece of work, but a bother none the less. She glanced over her shoulder when Galian mentioned her suitors, giving him a small frown, “Please, I hear enough about them from father. And I have them trying to press their company on me enough that I'd rather not even hear about them.” <br><br>She sighed. For Galian, she imagined it was much more fun to be pursued. For her, it was not, she would rather be left alone to make her own decision, and not have a bunch of old women buzzing in her ear about how her son would make the perfect match for her, or have some young noble trying to charm his way into her bed. As if she were so easily impressed, or as if she would swoon over a charming smile and a handsome face. Please. Lyraesel found it insulting. Perhaps if a single man approached her as if she had some sort of intelligence, and then showed her he possessed what seemed to be the rare quality as well, then she would be impressed.<br><br>She was pulled from her thoughts though as she felt her brother's lips press against her shoulder, seeing him lingering there for a moment with his eyes closed, as if savoring her. It made her smile, a rare thing, and give him an affectionate look. Lyraesel loved her brother dearly, they had a strong bond, stronger than most siblings due to being twins, and stronger still than even that. She cherished their relationship, and in the back of her mind worried that this news of their father's announcement would perhaps strain them finally to the point that it touched their private life. She hoped not, she seldom got to just relax and enjoy herself with others, everything was a game, a competition, there was no such thing as simple or innocent or harmless. With Galian though, she could take things for face value, and didn't have to be shrewd and cunning.<br><br>Only Emath was aware of the extent of their relationship, the only other being in the world she trusted with that information. He would let no one interrupt them without a serious fight. So she smiled a little again when he gave her shoulder one last kiss and she stepped out of her dress, now only in her shift. She scooped the massive pile of fabric off the floor, moving to place it with her other dirty clothes for the servants. Lyraesel returned to her brother though, winding her arms about his neck to press a gentle kiss to his lips, already feeling that pressing hunger building in her loins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>22-11-2013, 20:56:29</strong>
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				By the time Lyraesel returned Galian had wandered back towards one of the side tables in the room – predictably, the one that had crystal, wide-bottom bottle of wine on it. He just started to fiddle with the stopper, feeling the chill that kept the liquid always at perfect serving temperature.&nbsp; There was the same in his suite, but he didn’t know. It was always nicer sampling hers. Galian turned at the soft tread of his sister’s feet approaching and was more than happy to have the link of her arms around his neck, the sweetness of her lips. Something that had been tight in his chest since their father’s announcement eased. While everything might change as they played their game he wanted this preserved. The true pity was that they could not rule together.<br><br>Lyraesel would be a fierce queen, no doubt.&nbsp; But he wanted glory enough that he would not be just another king recorded down with no adage to their name. He wanted the mines of their bordering nations. His work feverishly bent in the way of Ether and there were a faction or two wary of his eagerness to experiment. Conservative, over-cautious fools. The burn and passion in what he threw his focus behind was one of his strengths, how he could draw others to share his causes a natural charisma he had no trouble exploiting.<br><br>But those were things for out there and now he had his sister in his arms and her kiss just for him. Galian returned it, softly first but then with more insistence to coax open her lips. Lyraesel had looked lovely and resplendent and he was weak in the face of craving her. None of that showed through the banquet but there was no one else to see the lust in his eyes here- no one else aside from the one who created such passion.<br><br>Galian left the kiss to pull out one of the plush chairs and sat himself in it, drawing his sister to come sit upon his lap while he dragged up the fabric of her shift. “Fine, fine. No more about them.” He snuck his hands under the thin fabric and ran them up her thighs.&nbsp; “Just us.” Up. Words murmured against her mouth. “If only you could be my queen.” They found her breasts and he sighed at the soft warmth he now cupped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 04:28:10</strong>
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				Lyraesel knew she would be a good queen, just as she knew that her brother would make a good queen. The two of them had very different styles though. Where as she would likely be the safer bet, having no desire to expand power or influence aggressively, but instead to maintain the balance that already existed. Galian though was more ambitious, with the potential to help their family's power and the nation's influence grow. This might seemed like a good idea, but it was also risky, as it carried the risk of backfiring on him. The twins couldn't be any more different, between Lyraesel's calm, cool personality and her brother's far more lively and hungry one. He wanted to charge into the future, but she was content to wait for it to come to her.<br><br>She was not, however, content to sit idly by when it came to her and her brother's personal life. Her lips parted at his insistence, her tongue slipping into his mouth to caress his own. Lyraesel remembered perfectly well how things had all started between them, but she couldn't exactly say why. Maybe it had started out as rebellion, doing something they knew they shouldn't, since as prince and princess they were kept on a rather short leash. There had of course been the underlying current of hormonal need brought on by puberty, flooding their minds and bodies with the primal need for physical contact. Galian had been the first boy she kissed, the first boy she shared her body with. There had been others over the years, but none were as special to her as he was. <br><br>In public, she was far more reserved with her brother, friendly, but as aloof with him as she was with anyone else. Lyraesel kept the lust she felt for him under a tight rein then, but here, when it was just the two of them, she had no reason to hold back. She gave a soft laugh as he sat and drew her into his lap, returning her lips to his, though she glanced at his hand as it slipped up the silken material of her shift. Galian was graced with a small smile against his lips though when he agreed not to talk about her suitors, to instead concentrate on them. That made her happy, her fingers undoing the laces at the collar of his shirt, her fingertips brushing against his smooth chest.<br><br>When he voiced his wish that she could be his queen she pulled away just a tad, her face still close to his, facing one another, their eyes matched, gold to gold and blue to blue, it was always something that she loved. A pale brow arched though, “You mean you could be my king,” she teased, pulling back a little to pull his shirt off over his head, before she took his hands and replaced them on her breasts. It was ever the struggle for dominance between them, but she enjoyed it. Sometimes Galian won, sometimes she did. It was always friendly though, and that was something she planned to maintain. She refused to allow their competition for their father's favor ruin what they had. She wouldn't allow it. His words though, they made her wish that could be the case. The two of them together was a formidable force. They balanced one another, and as king and queen, she would temper her brother's ambition while he would keep her moving forward, rather than sitting stagnant. Lyraesel moved her head, her mouth finding the soft skin of his neck as she pressed into his hands. She ran her tongue along his flesh before she drew her lips back to press her fangs into his neck, firmly but gently.
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				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 06:28:59</strong>
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				Galian let his head tip into the back of the chair, laughing softly at his sister's reply. Now stripped of his shirt he was bared from the waist up, pale and lean with a run of his own rich blue scales draped across his upper chest like a collared necklace. He rolled his shoulders, glad to have the garment rid of, to have shed another layer of what kept them separated. If only they had the leisure to keep to themselves for a day or two. He wouldn't allow Lyraesel any more than fall of a sheet to cover her body and even that he would drag off time and time again. It was a pretty dream. One he could at least have greedy snatches of when they were together. Times he was going to begin valuing as even more precious because it was going to be hard to slip away with the demands forming outside of their doors. As distracting as Lyraesel was his thoughts kept lighting off- recalling how his closest boys had come to him after the banquet with intrigue and wine staining their lips. <br><br>He pushed it all off, helped by the warm swipe of his sister's tongue against his neck. The slight wetness pulled and anticipating thrill through him and his head dropped back against the chair, tilting to offer his neck a touch more. When the bite came his breath caught and his hold on her breasts tightened with nails pinching down into her delicate skin before roaming. He tugged on one of her nipples, urging her closer and welcoming the sharpened spike that came with her teeth digging in more. Galian never went through pains to conceal the marks and bruises her bites left if they peaked out around the lines of his clothing. Of the dozens of women and men that sported similar attributes in court, would could pin it on her? “Oh, no...” <br><br>His sister's shift was becoming a hindrance but he wanted a few more moments before breaking away to cast it aside. Galian's arm came around Lyraesel's waist, bringing them flush; making her privy to how heat was pooling between his legs and thickening his cock. He pressed her down against him, rocking up while still playing with her nipple. “You twist my words to suit you. As always.” No venom, just another tease. <br><br><em>Now</em> off with the flimsy thing. Now he had her wonderfully naked in his lap, her hair already protesting with the threat of tangles – ones he loved as they were undeniable proof of how he could undo her; and loved so that he didn't mind brushing them out when they were done. Setting her back to order. <br><br>Galian hefted them up out of the chair, standing only to spill Lyraesel back onto the table next to them. Before he laid her back he cleared the surface of the wine bottle and glasses, tossing them onto the chair on the side with dangerous clinks. Luckily, their furniture was deep enough and covered with velvet to keep them once they settled. He grinned down at her before leaning over, kissing the hollow of her throat. Then he trailed, working down her body with opened mouth: lathing, licking and kissing. His own banquet feast. “What am I to do with you?”
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				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>28-11-2013, 04:33:31</strong>
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				Lyraesel had idle fantasies of her own, but that's all they were, fantasies. As prince and princess they had demands on their time, and while being twins and siblings people expected a certain level of closeness between them, having the two of them locked in her quarters for a couple days would raise a few eyebrows. She didn't know if they would suspect what was really going on, but they would certainly suspect something. Lyraesel did, at times, wonder what would happen if the extent of their relationship was revealed, what could they truly do to them? Their family's hold on the nation was not like most countries, where the royals were subject to revolt in the nobility or common population if they somehow displeased either or both groups. The Calaudra family had always been in power, and always would be, because only the hereditary king or queen knew the secrets of their family's methods for processing Ether so that it could be safely contained and sold. As long as they were the sole holders of these secrets, the nobles had no choice but to bow to them. Without them, they would be stuck trying to replicate the process, which would take generations. And in the meantime, their money would dry up, and they would lose their power as well. So what could they really do, if she and Galian decided on one another? This, too, though was an idle fantasy. <br><br>She let out a soft squeak of a noise though when his grip tightened suddenly on her soft breasts, smirking despite herself and running her tongue over where she'd bitten him, four red marks where her pronounced canines had pressed into his blue-gray skin. Another soft noise, more a sort of moan, murmured in her throat when he tugged on her nipple and she obliged his request, moving into his lap a little more. Lyraesel returned the favor though by biting into his neck again, a little hard than before, sucking on his skin gently and caressing it with her tongue. <br><br>She kept her hold as he put his arm around her waist and pulled her close, laughing a little in the back of her throat at the rather obvious effect she was already having on him, pressing against him and rubbing slightly. She released Galian's neck when he spoke though to press a kiss to his cheek, “You'd be disappointed if I didn't.”<br><br>Lyraesel's arms lifted as he pulled off her shift, making it easier for him. She was built similarly to her brother, lithe and graceful, blue scales running along her collar bone, and more that ran up the line of her hip bones and up the sides of her stomach to just under her breasts. There was also a line down her back, over her spine, they were far more pronounced than the almost delicate ones that decorated the rest of her body, nearly as dark as Galian's. Her arms went around his neck though when he stood with her in his own arms, soliciting a soft laugh from his sister again. She found herself laying on the table, her legs draping over the side at the knee and her silvery hair spilling about her face and shoulders and over the surface of the table. <br><br>Her hands were on him as soon as he was over her, fingers tracing the edge of the scales on his back, though as he worked his way down her body her hands were in his hair instead. Lyraesel's fingers ran through her brother's black hair, watching him through half-closed eyes. “Ravage me until morning?” she teased, laughing again. No one ever made her laugh as much as Galian did. There were more than a hundred men in Altarium that would give their hand if it meant making the princess laugh, but it was a gesture generally saved for her brother. That would be wishful thinking, the most they would be able to steal away from the world was a few hours, she longed for far far more though. Still though, it was nice to pretend, "You can be my king for the night," She breathed softly, not so teasing now, her skin tightening in goosebumps from the contact of his lips, making her shiver.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>01-12-2013, 16:26:20</strong>
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				“Mm...” Galian smiled up at his sister, eyes bright but soon half-closing much the same at the pleasure of feeling her fingers through his hair. He sighed across the smooth skin of her stomach, marveling once more at her beauty when she lit up so. When her voice thinned with air and thickened with meaning the heat of his lust was soon back in full-force. He kissed her just below her navel, teeth pulling a nip at her skin. “And so I suppose that means I get to rule your body.” Ah, it was a line but he did not care. Galian made his way down lower, smoothing his hands over the top of Lyraesel's thighs, pausing just long enough to make her impatient and then nudged them apart. <br><br>He went down onto his knees, opening her further and admiring the prim folds of her sex before he was leaning forward to cover the entirety of it with his mouth, tongue slipping shallowly through the middle which gave him his first taste. His eyes shut completely with a sound of approval. Sweet, his sister was sweet. Sweeter than any wine or confection – clear and strong. Galian lapped at her again, listening for whatever sounds she might give him in return for his attentions. <br><br>Tonight he was going to go slow with this. He wanted her mad, all but tormented and begging him- though cursing him would do just fine as well. The memory of the times he had made her all but damning his name had Galian smirking even as he continued to tease. He gave promise of opening her, delving deeper with all the knowledge of years together and his obsessive desire to master what roused her the most.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 01:28:15</strong>
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				Lyraesel shivered again when her brother's breath tickled over the skin of her stomach, laughing softly. She rolled her mismatched eyes at his words, giving him a wry smirk, but didn't respond, deciding she'd rather not distract him with talking right now. Her hands stayed with him as he lowered himself, the fingertips of one hand rubbing over his scalp gently, the other on his neck and shoulder, the pads of her fingers and palm rubbing over his skin and scales. She arched a brow at him though when he took his time with her thighs, rolling her eyes at him again. Ever the antagonistic little brother he was. <br><br>Finally though he nudged her thighs apart and she obliged, exposing her to him. The groomed triangle of hair between her legs was the same silver as the hair on her head, soft and curling. She tensed in anticipation though as Galian leaned down to her, feeling his breath brushing over her before his mouth was on her sex, immediately soliciting a soft, sighing moan as his tongue ran up her folds, her face flushing a soft pink. Lyraesel pressed into his mouth when he lapped at her again, her hips lifting slightly and a groan rumbling in her chest as her fingers twined into his hair gently and her other hand gripped his shoulder. <br><br>She was already beginning to breath a little more heavily, her chest rising and falling, and her legs moving to drape over his shoulders. Her eyes were half-closed, looking down at him, watching as best she could, though that was a little difficult with their angle. Lyraesel had a sneaking suspicions that this was one of those nights that her brother tormented and teased her, she shouldn't complain, as she often did the same to him. The two of them knew exactly how to push the other's buttons, both inside the bedroom and out. And she had a love/hate relationship with Galian's ability to drive her wild. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>02-12-2013, 05:05:19</strong>
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				Even when he wasn't looking up to see the roll of her eyes, he could practically feel it. They were the same now as they'd been when she was seven, ever exasperated as he attempted to drag them into another scheme that would ultimately have one or two harried nursemaids dragging them in front of their mother if he succeeded. If he'd been less occupied by needing to take his fill of Lyraesel and less pleased by her continuing touches he would have stopped to rib her. When she moaned he made a soft encouraging noise, pressing firmer with his tongue on the next pass to reward just as she moved against his mouth. Just those groans alone thrilled him, thickening his cock still kept in the confines of his breeches. <br><br>The weight of her legs settled on his shoulders and Galian shifted to accommodate them and took the lift of Lyraesel's hips as a chance to slide his hands under her, holding each round curve of her backside while minding his nails. He pulled her forward, closer until it was her thighs on his shoulder and she was just on the edge of the table and perfectly posed for him. As one last adjustment he worked his hands free and reached up, taking both of Lyraesel's hands and guiding them up her towards her chest. "Keep them there."<br><br>He nipped at the inside of one thigh, meeting Lyraesel's eyes. "Move them and I'll stop." Though he probably would anyway. For the meanwhile though, he returned to the growing warmth between her legs - burying his lips, his mouth enough so he could slip his tongue inside of her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>05-12-2013, 01:13:09</strong>
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				Lyraesel felt her brother's hands take advantage of the room he was afford when she lifted her hips, his fingers gripping the curve of her rear. She was rarely nervous of his claws, he knew how to be careful with them, just as she knew how to use her fangs without really hurting him. They both indulged in pain with their pleasure, but there were limits for them both, and they'd learned those over the years. She trusted Galian, he was one of the few people to have claim to her trust like that, and not just with her physical well-being. <br><br>She couldn't help but smirk and give a soft laugh though when he pulled her forward, though she gave him a wry, brow arched look when he took her hands and arranged them how he wanted on her chest. Her eyes rolled again, a common gesture when dealing with her brother, and gave him a sly smirk, “Make it worth my while and I'll keep them there as long as you like.” Lyraesel never just did what she was told without giving something back a bit, especially not when dealing with Galian, it wasn't in her nature to obey. She wasn't a slave, and she didn't intend on acting like one. Only very rarely did her brother manage to so completely bend her to his will, but she made him work for it. And the same was true for when she took charge. It was a never ending struggle between the two of them, but she loved every moment of it, especially if it took place in the bedroom.<br><br>Lyraesel watched her brother eagerly though as he returned to her now 'properly' exposed and displayed sex, letting out a sighing moan as he buried his mouth into her, but she gasped when his tongue slipped into her channel. Her hands tightened involuntarily on her breasts as a reaction, her nipples caught in the gap between her index and ring fingers. Her fangs caught her bottom lip as her face flushed again, pressing into the soft flesh gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>07-12-2013, 06:53:18</strong>
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				The beauty of it all was that he could <em>feel</em> the lash of her pleasure struck by his delving tongue and then up to cause those hands to tighten around the soft flesh of her breasts which he knew- knew how they felt when grasped tightly. And then down like a thrill which rippled through her thighs upon his shoulders. Galian lapped greedily at the gathering slickness, working firm massaging circles against the outside of Lyraesel's legs. “Challenge accepted, dear sister.” He glanced up to check that she'd not already broken his rule and the vision she presented with the sharpness of her teeth worrying her plush lower lip had him eagerly envisioning the point in which he would be able to slide inside of her in truth. How warm and ready she would be for him, by the Sky. <br><br>Galian moved up the length of her slit, adulation given to the sides of her folds until he reached the tight nub of her clit which echoed the growing warmth of Lyraesel's face. All is poised for him to set his lips around it and suck- but no. <br><br>Back down, back into her with the deeper press of tongue and the scrape of nails belaying his own pleasure in this. It was fun, playing with other women in this way but he never gave himself into it as much as he did with Lyraesel – mostly because he knew they would ultimately what he bestowed. He had taken one or two formidable women of the great families into his bed and he would never consider them melting flowers but he <em>did</em> win that contest. He was a prince and that could never be truly cast aside. <br><br>Here was the one place where the ground kept even. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>08-12-2013, 02:12:57</strong>
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				Every stroke of his tongue made Lyraesel's body respond whether she wanted it to or not, the reaction radiating out from her most intimate or places. It made the muscles of her thighs and stomach all but ripple under her soft blue-gray skin, her body undulating softly, hips pressing into the contact of his mouth at the apex of each wave. Every passing second, the pressure and tension in her core built, the heat intensifying and her sex becoming slick with her juices. If it weren't for her brother's tongue lapping at her it would be trickling down the valley that formed at the apex of her thighs. Her hands stayed firmly on her breasts, chest rising and falling with soft pants edge with moans, her eyes closed.<br><br>She felt the hot muscle of Galian's tongue slip close to the button of flesh at the peak of her folds, swollen and sensitive. She sucked in a bit of breath in anticipation and her flesh quivered softly, but instead he worked his way back down. Lyraesel let out a huff, her eyes opening to give him a bit of a glare. She lifted one of her legs, turning her foot to dig her dextrous toes into his side, employing a tactic she'd used since childhood when they would wrestle about. Being a boy, her brother had always had superior upper body strength, but Lyraesel was limber, and had toes that could grip and pinch. And Galian was ticklish.<br><br>Lyraesel was by far not limited to her brother as a lover, but unlike him, she tended to avoid men of anywhere near her equal in power. She had found that men tended to equate sex with ownership, and men of anywhere near her station then thought that sleeping with the princess meant that they had some sort of claim to her. So instead she tended to sleep with men far beneath her, men she could simply dispose of if they became an inconvenience. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>08-12-2013, 06:17:49</strong>
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				The sound that left Galian's throat at the sudden dig of cool toes into his side was the indelicate at best and most polite. He skirted away from the assault, the light touch of his hands on Lyraesel's legs became an encircling clamp <em>prevent</em> any further indignities. Of all the exasperating weaknesses for her to continue exploiting...Damn her and her long toes.<br><br>Galian sat back completely, fixing his sister with a baleful stare while holding both her legs tight and still. He sucked on his lower lip which was coated in the evidence of her growing arousal. “ Lyraesel, <em>please</em>...” His side pricked with the uncomfortable needles of her assault and he had to shake himself to rid the worst of it. “Have some decorum, would you?” They could not abide by such things as...tickling. Especially not he for Lyraesel was unaffected but such low-handed tactics. If she was full of eyerolls than he was nothing but raised brows and incredulous consideration. <em>Almost</em> like he was imitating her. “If you think I'll be deterred that easily, then you're quite wrong.”<br><br>And he would hold her more firmly now, absolutely open and welcoming to whatever struggles to get free or harry him that might arise. While he teased there was a decidedly more ruthless edge to it. Galian took the high seat of her pleasure into his mouth and sucked firmly, again and again, drawing her tighter with every beckoning pull.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 00:55:21</strong>
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				Lyraesel let out a soft laugh at her brother's reaction, eyes half closed and a grin on her face, looking very pleased with herself. The two of them were considered adults now, royals, and in private, they were lovers, but they were still also siblings. And even in such an intimate position, Lyraesel was not above taking advantage of Galian using strategies she only knew as his sister. Even as he sat back and gave her a baleful stare she just grinned at him, her head turned so that she could see him, her face peeking out from around one her hands, which were still on her breasts. “Decorum?” She rolled her eyes, “Never.” Her fangs flashed with her grin, and she shifted, spreading her legs a little, as best she could with his grip on her thighs, in a not very serious display to tempt him back to her. <br><br>When his lips were back on her though she let out a soft moan, pushing into his mouth a little and her head turning to the other side. Lyraesel's eyes closed and her hands squeezed on her breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples, putting on a bit of a show for him as an apology for tickling him. Every time he sucked though she let out a soft, plaintive moan, happy to follow the draw of his mouth, her hips undulating softly. “You should teach classes Galian,” She murmured with a grin, stroking her brother's ego a little. Her tongue ran along her lips, watching him with a burning heat in her face and eyes.<br><br>This was where she went when she was having a bad day, or when she was being forced to listen to some inane dribble from some noble or merchant. She came here, to when she and Galian were alone and wrapped up in one another, doing their best to join their bodies in as many ways as they could. It almost seemed impossible to satisfy the need to consume him and be consumed by him sometimes. Galian was very much her other half, in so many ways, it was only here that she felt anywhere close to whole.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>13-12-2013, 04:25:25</strong>
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				Such an apology was accepted, especially when coupled with the pet of praise. Flattery was flattery and he loved such, no matter whether it came in shades of sincerity, light passes or fabricated veils. The last was of the sort&nbsp; he often had fun twisting around for his own entertainment- and oh, those times where his supposed flatterer was self-aware enough to see what he was doing. Those left him doubly pleased. While word went around the court about his temperament when compared to his sister's – which defamed him as <i>weak</i> – there would be at least one in the circle who'd sparred words with him and found he could not be so easily dismissed. <br><br>But-<br><br>With Lyraseal it was lightness and sweet fondness. She urged against his mouth and he tended to it until he felt her taut and primed towards a crest. Galian kissed over the heat and wetness of her one last time and picked himself up to stand. Where his mouth had been his hand went to take over but it was just his thumb that pressed into the juncture of her thighs and over her clit. In such a delicate area he new exactly what could be done without causing damage and he kept the nails on his thumbs duller than the edges. The rest of his hand spread through the neat silvery curls of Lyraesel's mound. <br><br>He stretched over Lyraesal's body, leaving reminding drops on her hands to keep them <i>there</i> still and taking a moment to meet the offered pert of her nipple - all while toying the flat of his thumb over her clit. “Oh, no. These are my secrets to have and I wouldn't want another somehow figuring you out like I have.” With the taste of her still thick on his lips he kissed her, smiling and soft at first but growing in passion quickly enough – as with his touch between her legs. As much as he wanted to take her, he wanted to feel her shake and gasp with her first release before sinking in. "And I say I've learned you rather well, yes?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>14-12-2013, 17:16:01</strong>
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				Lyraesel could only pant and squirm as her brother lavished her sex with attention, both increasing as he went on. She was left lacking the ability to really keep herself still, and unable to restrain the heavy breaths and low moans he drew from her. Her skin was hot to the touch and then building pressure between her lips was maddening and delicious at the same time, caught on that edge where part of her never wanted it to end, and the other part was hungry to be pushed over. Either way, she lifted her head to look down at Galian when he picked himself up, letting out a soft whine of disappointment.<br><br>However, his hand moved to take the place of his mouth and she was satisfied enough to welcome him, her hips continuing to move into the contact, her clit throbbing eagerly. She smirked at him when he rejected the notion of sharing his technique with anyone for fear of stealing her away from him, making her laugh softly before he kissed her. Lyraesel sank into the gesture with him, fighting to keep her hands on her breasts and off of Galian, knowing he'd stick to his word to stop if she did, even now when she was so close. Her body squirmed under his and she moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his lips and tongue.<br><br>The tension between her legs was enough to start driving Lyraesel insane, and her moans became almost pleading, desperate for that release. Finally though, the sensation of liquid heat pouring through her made Lyraesel gasp, and her back arch. Her body stayed tensed for a fraction of a moment and then it was writhing gently, her hands finally leaving her chest to grip her brother's sides as she rode out her orgasm. Usually she would savor the moment, waiting for it to subside, but she was too hungry for him, and as soon as she was able to form a coherent though, Lyraesel's hands were at Galian's pants, undoing them quickly and pushing them over his hips, her mouth still entangled with his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>19-12-2013, 08:02:26</strong>
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				She’d given him what he wanted so when Lyraesel’s hands came to grasp his sides when as she crested he lacked reason to hold onto his threat, for he most certainly was not going to stop <i>now</i>. Not with her writhing, bowing up from the table; not with her moans pouring into his mouth and her lips insistent behind them. Galian stroked her through it, feeling the ripples against his hand along with the rolling of her hips. Her warmth, her body growing slicker even still and he was quietly laughing- a teasing and joyous – in one part the cowing of a victorious sibling and the other the deep satisfaction of a knowing lover.<br><br>His laughter was quelled when she reached for his slacks with unerring intent, turning into an open gasp instead as he was finally freed from the confines that held him back and at bay. No longer stifled, his cock swelled that last bit to have him completely and maddeningly hard- aching with the same intensity he'd wound up in his sister before she gained her pleasure. He moved without thinking, for the way their bodies came together and joined was written into his muscles now. Effortless, essentially. The tip of his cock nudged between the lips of her sex, sliding up without pushing in and he groaned. An impatient hand went down to guide his way inside of her and that, <i>that</i> was divine. All burning heat and welcoming depths. Galian slid himself in to the hilt and stopped, caught on the perfection of the moment. They were part of each other, two halves mirroring like their eyes told but like this there was wholeness, intimacy and intensity.<br><br>“Ah-” He swore. It was just a <i>moment</i>, after all. It would have taken more control to keep teasing her at this point and less of an evening spent imagining himself sheathed in her just like this. Galian started to move with a few grinding rocks before his hips pulled and snapped back sharply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>02-01-2014, 02:36:07</strong>
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				Lyraesel's body was still a raw nerve, exposed by her brother's hard won skill, but that was the intent. Her blood was still almost painfully hot, still pulsing in her veins in a sharp, frantic staccato, it had the odd effect of almost making her feel anxious, but she just interpreted it as eagerness. And eager she was, excited even, she always was with him. No one made her feel as excited as Galian, it was, strangely enough, the closest to feeling youthful as she ever came these days. He made her feel flushed and excited and hungry and a myriad of other emotions that she never managed to touch on days when they didn't get to steal one another away from the world for a little while.<br><br>With the last of Galian's clothing falling away and freeing him her eagerness took on a touch of impatience, but she didn't have long to wait before she felt the delicious friction of his cock head slid between her folds, still slick and sensitive. The contact made her let out a soft, plaintive sort of noise with her lips still meshed with his. Lyraesel's own need was intense as well. Her brother had artfully brought her to a climax, but there was a different sort of satisfaction to be had with finally joining with him, something that touched her on many more levels. So when he finally found her entrance and sank into her depths, she broke their kiss to let out a sharp gasp, her body arching against his. Lithe legs wrapped around his waist, and her hands soothed over the scaled skin across the back of his shoulders as if praising him.<br><br>Lyraesel welcomed her brother into her with a tight embrace of searing heat and slick velvet, and her lips parted again with a deep, satisfied sigh when he filled her. As ever, he fit into her perfectly, like no other did. She knew that people would think them twisted, tell them this was wrong, but how could it be when no one else ever felt so right? Her sex seemed to ripple in joy around him for the moment that they paused to simply enjoy the sensation of wholeness and intimacy, but she wasn't sorry when he moved on. The slight rock of his hips gave her a moment to gather her wits back about her, but that illusion of self control shattered with that first, sharp thrust. Her fingers dug into Galian's shoulders and her thighs tightened to grip him. A high sharp moan answered his actions. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>02-01-2014, 07:21:10</strong>
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				One sharp moan prompted another sharp thrust. Galian bent and kept himself inside the gather of his sister's arms, eyes shut tightly as he buried his face into the warmth of her neck and took her roughly, the pound of his pent-up desire for her beating through his ears and his cock. The pace he set was a more enthusiastic than he normally was, driving with an urgency that was not solely because of his lust. The pointed slap of skin against skin filled the room, soon accompanied by his own occasional low groans and oaths as he had every wet inch of Lyraesel's yielding body unabashed. <br><br>Sometimes it was a wonder they had not been discovered, with the noise and tumbles in which he drove Lyraesel past the point of caring or being able to restrain what sounds came from her throat. Galian had the sense at least to keep things more quiet when they dared something more public and he was amazingly fond of those- with how the chance made it necessary to cover Lyraesel's mouth, her muffled moans vibrating against his palm or around the dip of his fingers.<br><br>Tightness gathered at the base of his cock, thickening in his balls below and he slowed only then, nudging deep and full within her before guiding the lock of her legs down from around his hips. “More than just like this, Lyraesel,” he explained, knowing she would rightfully protest when he pulled out from her, glistening and flushed a dark, intense violet. <br><br>It took a moment to kick his way out of his pants and boots but he rid himself of them completely and gathered his sister by hand and waist to pull her over to the nearby empty chair. He sat and he drew her onto his lap with a grin- black hair whisked over his face and caught over a horn from when he threw his head back up before they moved. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>04-01-2014, 04:54:09</strong>
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				That second sharp thrust pulled another keen moan out Lyraesel, her nails, not so claw-like as her brother's but sharp none the less, digging into his skin, though they simply scraped over his scales a little. She continued to cling to her brother as he settled into a rough, urgent pace, sending shock waves of delicious friction crackling through her body. Their love making played out to a chorus of slaps, panted breaths, and moans, Lyraesel's eyes shut tight and her arms and legs wound tightly around Galian's shoulders and waist. <br><br>Her hips snapped to meet his, eager and hungry, her moans echoing that sentiment, and as ever with him, she had a rare moment of escape, willingly sinking into the most basic emotions and impulses anyone could experience. It was only with Galian that she felt enough security to indulge herself like this, which yes sometimes made it hard for her to restrain herself with him. Though she suspected that even when that could be a bit of inconvenience, he didn't entirely mind. <br><br>Lyraesel's eyes only opened when she felt her brother slow his movements, and then stopped, making her let out a soft whine in protest, “Galian,” and half heartedly tried to resist as he unwound her legs from about his hips. Her hands held onto him, trying to tug him back down to her in an attempt to get him to resume his attentions. She knew though that he had a reason, and knew that reason, even despite that however she wasn't going to let him stop without protest, especially when he withdrew from her depths, leaving her feeling achingly empty without him. She pouted up at her brother, but sighed and rolled her eyes at his explanation. <br><br>So she let him move away, pushing herself up onto her hands and sliding off the table, smirking a little as Galian drew her with him back to the chair, still breathing heavily. She went along with him as he pulled her into his laps, carefully but quickly putting her legs through the holes of the chair's arms so that her feet were on the floor. Silver strands of hair stuck to her flushed face, skin warm and moist with perspiration and her gold and blue eyes glittering at him. Settled into place, her hand trailed down his chest and stomach down between the gap of their bodies, gripping his cock, still slick with her own juices, and guided him into her. Lyraesel's head dropped back a bit, eyes half-closed and lips parting with a low, satisfied moan as she pressed down, taking him back into her depths, one hand gripping his side, the other on his shoulder. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>12-01-2014, 11:19:18</strong>
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				Oh, he expected her to settle into his lap and the chair but not to take the next step that promised so much by threading her legs through the arms. But he should know better for Lyraesel was not a woman to take her pleasure coyly&nbsp; and when stoked she would seize control of it. He, in turn, shifted to accommodate her. His hands restlessly stroked her thighs and came to her waist, delighting in the way he felt heat near rising off her skin. She didn't need any sort of gown or royal train – the loose spill of her hair that clung to her body was natural adornment that eclipsed both combined. <br><br>So his eyes, his eyes were all for her as she trailed her hand down his chest which was also finely slick from taking her while they had been on the table. The touch stuttered his heavy breathing, had his eyes threaten to close completely. They did shut when she took him in his hand, cock throbbing hard and him groaning loud, encouraging. He felt the blunt tip of himself fit back to her slit and he curled his nails into her sides from the effort not to force her down but rather relish the sensation of being swallowed by the heat of her. It was hard, though, hard not to rush into her but the pull of her moan kept him. <br><br>When Lyraesel was fully seated, Galian twitched his hips up. “See?” That's why he moved them. He turned his head, kissing the delicate curve of her wrist by his mouth. Then nipped. He gave her a challenging smile, thrusting up again with his hands coming to cup each round curve of her ass. “Skies, so deep inside of you like this...”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>12-01-2014, 20:16:07</strong>
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				Lyraesel was neither idle nor passive, it simply wasn't in her nature. She could be demanding and tenacious, determined when she got her mind on something, and right now she had her mind on continuing their coupling. She certainly wasn't going to wait on Galian, who would tease and toy with her if she left him to his own devices. Lyraesel could be just as prone to enjoying taunting and tormenting him, and being teased and tormented, but not tonight, she needed him too badly. She didn't fully understand why, perhaps their father's announcement had her worrying on a subconscious level that things between them might change. She confidently told herself that wouldn't happen, but she couldn't see into the future.<br><br>A short and sweet, pleased, moan echoed in her throat when Galian twitched his hips up into her, making his cock press into her deliciously. She lifted her head though, eyes still heavily lidded, to give him a bit of a glare when he spoke, “Shut up.” Lyraesel shivered anyway when he nipped at her wrist, her hands tightening on him, gripping tightly, when he thrust up into her, his hands supporting her ass, she shuddered deep down into her bone, feeling him rooted so deeply in her his swollen cockhead nudged up against the barrier to her womb. <br><br>Her core pulsed around him, moaning softly when he spoke before leaning forward to catch his lips with hers in a kiss that started out sweet, then turned hungry. Lyraesel's hips pressed into his, pushing him as far into her as he could possibly go, her torso pressed against his and her arms slipping around his neck, shaking softly at the almost spiritual experience of having him so deep inside of her. Her hips moved though, rolling into him over and over in a slow, undulating motion, though it started to very slowly pick up the pace, making her moan into her brother's mouth. Eventually she had to breath though and broke away from him, sucking in a few deep breaths to satisfy her needy lungs, her head dropping to his shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck to lick and suck at his skin, punctuating her attention with occasional bites. This was bliss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>13-01-2014, 01:39:01</strong>
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				It was a rare day when Galian actually silenced himself and today did not number amongst them, though Lyraesel's mouth and her hungry kisses did delay any words as he lost himself in them. He returned every bit of sweetness, of hunger with his hips shifting as she slowly rode his shaft. Chest to chest, the softness of her breasts flattening against his skin he held her close as much as she wrapped herself around him. They kissed until their lungs burned for want of air and even then he was reluctant to give into that basic necessity, longed to catch her lips once again and tangle together again. But she quickened and he sucked in his fresh drought of air, arching his hips up with the balls of his feet pressed hard, balancing into the rich carpet below them. <br><br>Then he found the sense to string together words again – nails skirting over her spine under the feathering fall of her hair. It was the fit, the familiarity, the sheer aching perfection with her that he could find in no other. Did not <i>want</i> to find in another. “I won't lose this.” He said low into his sister's ear. His voice caught and he groaned at the next bite she set into his skin, those sharper teeth pricking and spiking the tight heat in him. “I will not lose you. For the throne-” Tumbling passion, the sort of heavy sentiment he was criticized for. In this moment all of that could be damned. "For Altarium." <br><br>Galian groaned, his eyes shutting as he felt the pleasure building in him. "<i>-faster</i>, Lyraesel." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>13-01-2014, 03:41:22</strong>
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				Her brother never shut up willingly, not that she could remember anyway, and if he was with her, he was only silent if she gave his mouth something better to do. Which she thought might be his plan all along. <br><br>Lyraesel's mind sank into that blissful state of focused oblivion where she didn't allow herself to think about anything other than Galian and what they were doing together. Her one arm was around the back of his shoulders, the hand clutching the shoulder opposite of her head, her other hand had found it's way into his hair, gripping it tightly, pulling at it sometimes when their hips met at just that right angle. Her mouth stayed practically latched to his neck, her biting growing more frequent, harder, as she grew more and more excited. There was an intense pressure building in her, a ball of pure energy and pleasure that grew a little bigger, a little brighter every time he pushed into her.<br><br>Galian's nails over the line of scales down her spine made her back arch, and her mouth strayed from his neck to find his ear, sucking and nibbling at the lobe, moaning into his ear. And while her brother had regained the ability to speak, when he did, she wished he hadn't. His words made Lyraesel stiffen, but his demand for her to go faster pulled her body along against her balking mind, and her hips snapped against his almost violently, making her gasp and shake, her hands tightening to dig her nails into his shoulder and pull his hair. Her mouth stayed close to his ear, panting heavily until she bit down on his shoulder, letting out a long, high, whining moan as that ball of pressure popped in her.<br><br>The bit of air in Lyraesel's lungs that came out when her orgasm crashed over her came out as a soft scream, waves of euphoria that threatened to drown her, making her cling to her brother almost desperately. The after glow that she usually basked in though didn't come, and she straightened, panting still, starting to pull herself from Galian's embrace, seeking to get out of his lap and out of the chair. Usually they were reluctantly pulling one another's arms off after as much time as possible, but tonight she didn't want his arms, too troubled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>13-01-2014, 04:42:35</strong>
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				He knew he'd misspoken the second Lyraesel stiffened in his arms like a drop of ice being dropped down her spine – and he cursed himself for not keeping enough of his wits about him and letting the worrying gnaw of his wants to come in sully their lovemaking. For the space of one held heartbeat he feared that she'd call and end to things right there but she continued – harder for it and Galian dragged her closer as if he meant to cage. He switched to seeking his own pleasure instead of solely basking in hers, knowing that there were things know crouching by the tables and their chair instead of locked out as they should be. His sister's warning moan and the true cry of her orgasm pushed him forward and the shuddering of her body that followed had his control breaking.<br><br>She trembled and her inner walls tightened around his shaft. Lyraesel grew hotter, wetter now with another orgasm plying her body. Galian drove into her with his own grunts and a <i>thick</i>groan as his cock swelled and pulsed, spilling his the thickness of his seed with a brilliant intensity again and again until he spent himself completely. It felt glorious. He found himself clinging just as hard, breathless and mindlessly nudging as if he could ease out more echos of their pleasure.<br><br>His sister moved for distance and he sat back against the chair, trying to keep her from immediately leaving with his arms hooking around her back. If she insisted on leaving him he wouldn't force her but he could not simply let her go. “Are you now to tell me that it is different for you? I spoke truly, Lyraesel.” As honestly as anyone could ever. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>13-01-2014, 05:33:56</strong>
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				Galian was right in that he'd let things in that were supposed to stay locked out, and unfortunately those things were hard to banish again. Not even the satisfaction of their shared pleasure and coupling could chase them off. She was powerless to resist the pull of his arms though and she stayed in his lap, his cock still in her, the combined wetness of their physical essence leaking out to trickle down her thighs and smear across his. Lyraesel didn't look at him though, she couldn't. She sat stiff in his arms, distant from him, and gave a sigh when he spoke, “I know Galian, you always do,” She murmured to him. When she finally looked at him her eyes were full of weight, the same weight that always pulled at her, except when she was with him, but not tonight. <br><br>“You know it's no different for me,” she reminded him, “You know perfectly well what lies in my heart, but the world cares very little for love and intentions.” Lyraesel pulled from his arms finally, feeling him slip from her, an empty feeling replacing the sensation of being whole that she got when she was with Galian so intimately. She disliked having to be a cynic with her brother at such a moment, but she couldn't put away the mind set so easily. Carefully climbing from out of the chair she fetched a silk robe, pulling it on and tying the sash about her slim waist. “Don't promise what you don't know you can provide,” She told him quietly, once again not looking at him.<br><br>“One of us has to take the throne, one of us will be taking it from the other. That's just how it has to be,” Lyraesel paused, a deep frown creasing her brow and twisting her mouth. Leaning against her armoire she gazed at the thick carpet at her feet, arms crossed. Their relationship was under threat at the best of times, and what was more, it was a threat in and of itself. If they were ever discovered... she closed her eyes, trying not to think about the consequences of their selfish actions. Pressing her fingertips to her forehead, Lyraesel tried to stem the flow of the thoughts her brother had accidentally set into motion, like a snow ball gathering mass as it rolled down hill. Damn his impulsive nature. How often did she wish he had more self restraint? But she supposed then she wouldn't love him like she did. A wave of guilt passed through her as she considered that that might not be such a bad thing. “I think you should go.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>19-01-2014, 23:40:21</strong>
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				“I suppose I must.” There was resignation in his voice. The heated passion which had prompted his words as much as his body had cooled with Lyraesel's departure- cooled as much as the evidence of their coupling did over his thighs. He stayed as he was as his sister moved about and spoke to him with sense and reason. His eyes shut and he breathed in heavily before letting it out with the same force. No, no. He couldn't stay. Things had soured horribly and when Lyraesel slipped back into her role as princess she did not shed it again so easily. He watched the responsibility settle in her eyes before she began looking away – and continued to do so, he confirmed glancing up over the chair's back. <br><br>Galian placed his hands on the chair's arms, shifting to sit up properly. Here was what the last few moments showed him and was critical to remember: she was his greatest weakness. Not simply because he loved her more than any other, though this factored in a great deal. She <i>was</i> because he clearly was inclined to throw his game in effort to keep her and bend, break whatever he could to accommodate his own desire. Because when he was king he wanted Lyraesel free and by his side. He could not imagine going on for years and years with the bastion that they had with each other; losing her to some marriage that would take her from the palace and sequester her with some advantageous noble who could never be truly worthy. <br><br>But he would have to secure his throne.<br><br>A rueful came to his lips and he lightly thumped one closed fist on the chair's arm before heaving himself up. “Ever practical, dear sister.” Galian had not the luxury of slipping into a robe and retiring. He still had to make his way back to his own apartments and typically he took to Lyraesel's washroom before he left, often with Lyraesel joining him but that was out of the question this night. He would put up with the slight sticking until then and dressed, fetching piece by piece from the floor. Now, finally, he found himself quieter. Too preoccupied with the monologue of his internal thoughts. <br><br>“You are right, though.” Doing up the buttons to his doublet, Galian finally turned to Lyraesel. Her mused beauty made him wish again that he'd kept his thoughts but he would not apologize. The lazy warmth in his voice betrayed his anger. “I should not promise you such things.” Not if she wouldn't do the same in return. <br><br>Galian raked his hands through his hair and he went to the doors of his sister's bedroom, trying to straighten it out. The hour of the night made it unlikely that he'd run into many though he did not want to concoct a story about who he'd lain with or what he'd been up to. His mood was brewing a storm. Now he mulled on what needed to be done and how things would proceed. What he'd ruined tonight and the frustration that she would not meet him and swear to him even if he knew her love. Galian wanted the assurance. That, he clearly was not going to get...and it was foolish to want it.<br><br>“...goodnight, then, Lyraesel.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 00:56:07</strong>
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				That her brother could use such ridiculous and selfish motivation for his pursuit for the throne wouldn't surprise her at all, it was very much something he would think. Even if it was impossible. She couldn't just never marry. Well, she could, but would he? Would he become king, wed, and then expect her to never do so herself so that he could have her to himself even though he would be bound to another woman? She wasn't aware though of his new determination revolving around his desire to keep her as his own. It simply wasn't possible, and Lyraesel didn't think in a way that would ever allow her to guess at such thoughts. Because he was right, she was ever practical.<br><br>He was silent as he picked up his clothes and she began to regret her coldness towards him. She hadn't wanted tonight to end like this, and she didn't like it when they argued. They did sometimes, they were siblings, and so very different, it was inevitable, but this was different. This was about their future. It felt heavier, more serious than any of their previous spats, and she disliked it. She opened her mouth to try and apologize without apologizing, something she was rather good at, but Galian spoke as he finished getting dressed and a flash of anger passed through his sister's eyes. She watched him start to leave, and tried to tell herself to let him, but she couldn't bring herself to.<br><br>Lyraesel was generally quiet and cool, even when she argued she was collected and calm, her brother was the only person who could bring anger out of her, he did it almost as easily as he brought out her love for him. “Do not be angry with <em>me</em>, Galian!” She snapped at his back, “I told myself that this wouldn't come between us, but you are the one who brought it in here. Not me. You. With the same selfish impulsion that usually gets you in trouble.” <br><br>“I can assure you nothing because there is nothing to be sure of!” Lyraesel's voice raised a little in volume and her slender hands clenched into fists, clearly upset, “Why can't you understand that? Why do you have to blame me for things that aren't my fault? I can't control what happens!” She wouldn't feel guilty for things that were out of her control, and she wouldn't let him make her out to be the villain because she wouldn't satisfy his romantic sensibilities. One of them had to be realistic, and it certainly wasn't him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 02:32:01</strong>
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				All that it took was a spark.<br><br>Lyraesel's rose and Galian came to a halt just shy of truly leaving. His sharp fingers curled around the smooth crystal-gold of the door's handle and he scoffed at it. A moment later he was turning, striding back towards the center of the room with his eyes narrowed against Lyraesel's anger. He, for once, had tried to leave before he was set off but <i>Lyraesel</i> was now the one escalating things. “I heard you the first time.”<br><br>She always fell back on this when it came to them. “And the second time, and the third and every other blasted one! I know how you see things!” He grew louder to match her and be heard, throwing a hand up. “You can't even tell me that you would try?” Galian's brows knit. <br><br>“No, of course not.” Galian charged forward to answer his own question. Because she always played her perfect hand, so careful and measured. She bowed to control just as much as she reached to claimed all that she could. He would not be the sort of king that claimed he could not control something until the attempt had been made. It wasn't only his desire to have Lyraesel that moved him for the throne. There was still his fierce drive to raise Altarium to heights it had never seen before. Their father was complacent in their kingdom's position and there was so much potential for <i>more</i> he couldn't stand to see wasted. “So I brought it up. <i>So, I did.</i>. Why must you then banish me? Skies and Ancestors, Lyraesel! You're driving this between us all the more now!”<br><br>And there, a distressing thing. Not even a day had passed and they were shouting at each other, fighting with a bite that he'd never felt before because there was so much, entirely too much weighing on their every action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 03:04:09</strong>
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				Lyraesel's head lowered slightly, eyes narrowing in anger as her brother advanced towards her, and with the shape of her horns and the flare of her nostrils she looked very much like a bull ready to butt heads. And she was, she and her brother were very different in many ways, but one thing they certainly shared was a stubborn refusal to back down. It could make things get very ugly between them at times, but it was probably also the reason they were still involved as they were, as people who would have given up more easily would have done so a long time ago. Or maybe it was people wiser than them. <br><br>“Well you could have fooled me!” She snapped back at him. For some one who claimed to know how she saw things he certainly insisted on making the same mistakes over and over. Lyraesel opened her mouth to answer his question but he answered for her, and he was right, she couldn't tell him that. She knew that he wanted some comfort from her, something that told him that she loved him as much as he loved her, but if there was one thing Lyraesel was very poor at, it was communicating emotions. She'd rather just avoid talking about them all together if she had a choice. Galian though, was emotional, so it was impossible to avoid. And this was usually the result. Though this time, it had a far sharper, more painful edge to it.<br><br>“Damn it Galian! Do you think I enjoy this?” She snapped, “Do you think I enjoy the compulsion to put myself second? That I relish the thought of having to give you up so I can have the throne? I don't! If I had the ability to damn my responsibilities and run away with you I would have done so a long time ago!” Her words were angry, and hurt, “Simply because you voice your emotions and wishes more readily than me does not mean I don't feel them just as keenly!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 05:34:42</strong>
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				She was not so bad at expressing her emotions as she claimed for her hurt and her anger were undeniable. It took some of the burn out of Galian's own anger. His eyes widened and while he did not step back, the pushing front of his presence settled. He was one to push and push. He always tested her but it was rare that he struck hard enough that he broke her composure to this degree. Galian's mouth opened before he closed it again with jaw clenching. “Lyraesel...”<br><br>Just as he was tempted to go to her the door opened behind him. Galian whirled half in fear, half in irritation it was some visitor or servant that happened their way through but it shifted all to irritation when he saw it was Lyraesel's favored guard stepping within. The only relief there was that it proved he slacked in his charge to help keep their relationship cloaked. “<i>Stay outside</i>,” he ordered with a sharp hiss. They were not finished, not yet and this was not a conversation with room for a third party and especially not a Drage.<br><br>To his ire, he was ignored. <br><br>“My lady,” Emath's inquired, quickly assessing the scene for any obvious danger presenting itself against his mistress. The prince he did not judge an active danger because of their relations, though that did not mean he would stand by and play deaf. “Forgive the intrusion but it grows late. Your handmaiden came by to ask if there is aught you might need before retiring.” He made no mention of the raised voices and the obvious argument that could be heard through the door, far louder than the hints of lovemaking that came through earlier. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 06:17:57</strong>
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				Lyraesel might not be so bad at expressing herself when she was hurt or angry, but it was certainly not her preferred method of communication. Her brother's surprise brought her a measure of satisfaction though, and she continued to glare at him, waiting him for him to say something. It was rare for Galian to be rendered speechless but apparently she had achieved it. He managed to recover but there was a knock at the door before he could form his thoughts could form into words.<br><br>Her head snapped around and she felt a stab of fear, but she knew it was ridiculous, Emath would never let anyone get to the door without making it very clear to her that some one was trying. It had been silent in the hall until the door opened. So she wasn't surprised to see the red Drage stepping inside. His presence though brought her emotions under control again, Lyraesel's face smooth and her posture straightening. She looked at Galian as he tried to order Emath outside, knowing he wouldn't listen to her brother. He listened to her, no one else. There was no one so loyal.<br><br>She gave her guard a nod when he spoke, “Thank you Emath,” then looked at Galian, “It's late, brother, and I'm tired.” Her words had more meanings than even she felt like counting, and her tone was cool, not impolite, but far from friendly. Her eyes were still hurt and angry though, and her dismissal was clear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>27-01-2014, 07:12:00</strong>
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				Crystalline, even. And Galian saw it would be fruitless to dig his horns in any more than he already had but he did not feel like they were done and he felt the conflicted drag of ill-ease at the bruising he saw in his sister's eyes and his own frustrations, anger too. Emath's clear disrespect was shouldered with a put-upon heave of breath. Yes, of course he was ignored. What else should he have expected with Lyraesel's beloved slave? He did not usually bear much or any ill-will towards the drage but tonight he simmered with, incensed by the clear snub that even Lyraesel's own should not be allowed. <br><br>“I will take my leave.” Let him not stay longer in her chambers now no longer a welcomed haven.&nbsp; &nbsp;If she did not want him- If she would not <i>try</i>-<br><br>Galian turned on that note. There was no repeated farewells; he'd spared a moment for the nicety before. He felt like he was being chased out by the quiet truth in her flung words which infuriated him all the more. There was good reason they had not pressed on their father to allow dual rulership. Naive and barely past his tenth year he did remember asking their father if such a thing could be allowed: a mistake. The very idea was squashed as folly and he was shamed for thinking of something so foolish. Altarium&nbsp; was ruled by one. It was rare at all that there were only two contenders for the throne but their mother had only been able to carry child once. <br><br>There was still tension in the air once Galian was gone, out like a dark breeze with the door shutting firmly behind him. In the moment of quiet that followed Emath shifted. Like those of his race he was a good headspan taller than an Altarium&nbsp; citizen, broad-shouldered and deep-chested. Fiery-red scales covered his body with plates of dark brown down the back of his arms, elbows, knees and clawed four-toed feet. He was drage, born more dragon than man, Ether's waste, and treated as such. Short horns, three on each side rose from the ridges of his forehead and skull marching back. There were scars on him, a grimy color of the pale grey which showed down towards the waistband of his loincloth. The scars came from the pits in which he fought. His past. <br><br>He owed it to the woman before him that they were not more and that he was still drawing breath through his snout at all. <br><br>His mistress had her fights with her brother and there was not much Emath could do to protect her from those wounds. If there was he would. He was her servant in body and soul. “And I would ask if there is aught you might need before I return to my post.” <br><br>She could ask anything of him and she would have it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 07:28:38</strong>
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				No, they weren't done at all, she knew that they would be continuing this discussion at some other point, but not right now, she didn't have the energy or will right now. Lyraesel just wanted to be left alone, and was honestly relieved when her brother surrendered and left. He didn't linger or bid her more of a farewell than his acknowledgment of her dismissal, and that was likely for the best. Once the heavy doors closed behind him, she heaved a heavy sigh, pressing her fingertips to her forehead and muttering softly to herself. Her other arm cross her stomach, her hand supporting the elbow of the arm that ended in the hand at her forehead.<br><br>Finally she lifted her head when Emath spoke, looking at her beloved guard and walking over to him. “No, stay please,” She told him, a hand touching one of his chorded but scarred arms, fingertips running over his scales lightly before it fell away. The princess stepped into the drage, her head only coming up to his chest, which she rested her cheek against. Lyraesel stayed like that for a moment, drawing comfort from his presence. Emath and Galian both occupied large parts of her heart in their own respective positions, and she had lamented more than once that the two men she loved most were unobtainable to her on the levels that she truly desired. She often wondered if that meant there was something wrong with her.<br><br>She withdrew from him, looking up at him, “I should bathe though,” Lyraesel told him, walking away as she untied the sash of the silk robe that clung to her every dip and curve. “You should be careful Emath,” She told him as she shrugged the material off her shoulders, “A pain my brother might be, but he is still a prince.” She didn't know if she was warning him for his sake, or for her brother's. She hung the robe aside, all pale blue skin, silver hair, and blue scales now, her bronze horns glittering with a soft metallic sheen. <br><br>The princess disappeared into her bathroom, not caring whether Emath followed or not. Her bathroom was large and opulent, everything a soft creamy marble, treated to have a gently opalescent sheen to it. In the center was a pool that served as her bath. As she entered the room she turned a handle, and Ether-fueled pipes began heating the water to just the perfect temperature. It would drain and the refill over night for her use in the morning. Lyraesel bathed quickly, bundling her hair on her head to wash in the morning, mostly focusing on ridding her body of the sweat and fluids left over from the coupling with her brother, before she climbed back out, drying herself a little, “Emath, fetch a night gown for me please?” She called before she finished and returned to her room.<br><br>She rarely ordered Emath about, it was almost always a request, preceded or followed by a 'please'. His people were slaves, but one would never think it with how she treated him. She could never tell anyone why. Lyraesel only remembered the desperation she'd felt when she'd learned from her father that Emath the Champion was slated to die in the pits. She'd begged him to spare his life until rare tears had spilled down her face, still round with baby fat as she'd only been fifteen, after the match had already begun. Her father had stopped the fight, and announced the Champion's fate suspended, and then when he had healed enough, Emath had been 'given' to her as her personal guard. It had been awkward at first, she was a princess, he was a pit fighter, and he'd clearly never had reason to trust anyone, but she'd gained his trust. The intimacy had come later.<br><br>She accepted the gown from him, careful not to snag the fabric on his claws, and pulled it on, careful of her horns, before climbed into her large bed, looking at the drage expectantly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>02-02-2014, 07:08:53</strong>
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				If she was going to beg and command for a life to be spared, she should know what it was like to continue to hold onto that life- that's what Emath had heard the King say as they discussed his fate after the match. Very few took a drage's presence into consideration when speaking about them and a bloodied, half-conscious one bid even less consideration but Emath had been aware enough to listen in fleeting snatches. <i>Give him to the Princess if he survives.</i> She was to know that her decisions would continue to effect her after the rush of the moment was gone. That conversation had left Emath wondering frequently in the first days of his service if he was meant to be a punishment even though there was clear benefit in his arms. It'd primed him for expecting the princess to be much like the other Altarian noblewomen who made with airs and emotional overtures towards they who fought in the pits, though she was young for it.<br><br>“As you wish,” Emath replied. His large hand had come to gently rest on her side as she leaned some of her weight into him. He expected many things of her but had been shown quite differently over the years.<br><br>While Lyraesel bathed Emath stood sentry outside of her bathroom with arms crossed, his eyes heavy-lidded though ever-alert. The stirring vision of Lyraesel moments before she disappeared to bathe herself lingered with him which had sent a warm throb of familiar hunger through him. He could not keep himself from remembering their matings with the scent of sex in the air and her naked form a beautiful arch here and then gone from his eyes. The intimacies between them <i>had</i> come later and, again, they had dashed his expectations in what she'd want from him- like what the other women had demanded in exchange for food more than a few chunks of old met in stews and stale bread; for pieces of leather armor that could help the next bout be the last. She had her desires but he was never treated by her as nothing more than his tool – and it did follow the same suit outside of her bed. <br><br>Her quiet words of warning, he thought upon. The Brother, The Prince...and more the Overgrown Child than not. Emath saw nothing wrong with how he'd ignored Prince Galian's petulant demands, though he did see the reason his mistress would press caution. He had witnessed Galian whittle down anyone that threatened his authority before and there was a ruthlessness to it that even he could appreciate. The prince remembered slights and carried grudges and he would act on them. Things would be tense for him as well until the heirs made amends or did not.<br><br>...it was a shame he couldn't sit the butt of his staff into the prince's stomach and jab the wind out of him just once. <br><br>The princess was dried and dressed with his bulkish assistance. Her heavy look upon him was a request he could understand without words. Emath went to unbuckling the diagonal harness that helped keep his staff strapped to his back and placed it by the side of his bed. He removed the two long-knives secured along his waistband and laid them upon the princess's side-table before joining her on her bed – the luxury of which always felt at complete odds with the roughness of his scales and his size. There was a grace about him but it was not anything near the level of delicate which was what he had to try for as to not to damage her bedding.<br><br>He drew Lyraesel to him once he sat back against the headboard, offering up his chest again as pillow. <br><br>“His anger will cool, my lady,” Emath murmured. He bent his head, breathing into the pile of her hair which still held the unwashed trace of sweat, older perfumes and her scent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>02-02-2014, 19:18:16</strong>
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				It always amused her a little to watch Emath crawl into her bed, painfully aware of his bulk and strength. She tried not to laugh, but she couldn't help the amused smile that curled the corners of her lips. She let him pull her closer to him, settling against his side with her head resting on the padding of his pectoral muscles, where his skin was softer that where his red scales formed into tougher plates. The arm she wasn't laying on half draped over, half wrapped around his torso, her fingers curling gently around his side and one of her legs draped over his. She sighed softly, taking in the leathery smell of his skin, and her eyes half closed. <br><br>Emath was special to her, she'd been too young to have the interaction with him that some noblewomen might have, and that many still had with pit fighters past and present. Noblemen as well since there were also female Drages who fought in the pits. At only fifteen though it wouldn't have been tolerated, Emath likely would have been killed if he had touched her in such a way, whether it was Lyraesel who had initiated it or not. No, it hadn't been lust that had made her want him to live, she couldn't say entirely except that she did detest the blood sport. She hadn't returned to the pits since saving Emath, she'd never liked it much even before that, and maybe if it had been another fighter another day, he would have been saved instead and Emath would have died. It had been him set to die that die, because no pit fighter was allowed to win forever, so it was him that she had begged to be spared. <br><br>She hadn't known what to do with him at first, still so tense and silent, it had taken her time to get him to warm up to her, especially considering Lyraesel was rather reserved herself, but perhaps that had worked in her favor. She couldn't imagine Emath happy to have some exuberant, chatty mistress. Her sexual interest in him though had, admittedly, been raised rather early in their relationship, far earlier than she had ever acted on it. Fifteen was a difficult age for any young person, and she'd already been sleeping with Galian when she'd acquired Emath, discovering her body and her sexuality. The young princess had been far too unsure of herself, and of Emath, to do anything other than be curious for some time. And even though he had been her guard, her slave if you wanted to be honest, she'd still feared his rejection when she'd finally acted. And even when he hadn't rejected her for some time she'd felt that he only indulged her to keep her happy. No though after nearly four years together, she knew better. Emath would do anything for her, but their coupling was not simply a slave performing a duty for his mistress.<br><br>She kept the depth of their bond secret, the nobles would disapprove of her treating her Drage in such a way. Using them for blood sport, as sex slaves, miner workers, treating them as if they were dumb beasts, it was how they kept them in line. Lyraesel knew the truth of their contempt though. They depended on the Drage. Without them there would be no way to obtain the raw Ether that flowed through thief floating island. They feared the day that the Drage ever realized that they held the power to throw Altaria into chaos. They were bigger, stronger, and the backbone of the nation. And yet they were treated like beasts. It had never set well with her. She knew that that was best kept to herself, so when some other noblewoman would try to barter with her to borrow Emath for a night, or even an hour, she would have to smile and simply play the game, upping her price to whatever it took to make them decide that he wasn't worth it and leave. They didn't deserve to touch him, and she would never allow Emath to be debased like that again. Even Galian was only given so much lee way in how he treated him.<br><br>She lifted her gaze a little when he spoke, the bass of his voice rumbling in his chest. She rubbed her cheek slowly against his rough skin and sighed a little, “I know.” Her eyes closed&nbsp; and she settled, falling asleep before long. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imriel</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 22:49:51</strong>
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				The assignment came from the Grand Council themselves, so what could he do but accept?&nbsp; He was not the unprepared, unexpected choice to represent the latest Council's voice abroad, in Altarium. Clan Kjaldson was of high regard; diplomats had been selected from their blood for years. In that fashion and due to his father's own ambitions Hallvir was groomed in language, dissembling, and the twisting ways of foreign politics by an uncle who had survived the Altarium court for <i>'too many years'</i>. He learned what was proper for all Oresian men in steel, hunt and honor. His manner was even. It did not go unnoticed that he moved people like pieces when it seemed fit. And those few had their own concerns, he knows. Such skill shouldn't be left unchecked to benefit the Kjaldson alone. So-<br><br>A natural choice. <br><br>Much was expected of him and this was a prime point in time with Altarium worrying over its successor. While picking their king (or queen, he does have to remember) out from who proves themselves best was admirable, the <i>way</i> Altarians when about it with hidden knives and poison made the process twice as complicated as it could be. And they were not shy towards blood or violence- all of them up there in the sky. Just not any that touched their own hands. <br><br>He could honestly admire a number of things about Altarium: for instance the view that grew outside of his small cabin window with the sky continent in all its dark rock and glittering crystal coming into view finally. But he still shook his head at a number of them. <br><br>A firm knock at the door to his room drew his attention away from the port. Only three days since he heard it first but now he knew that rapt unmistakably. “Valdis, come in.” He put down the rough piece of toast he was eating and, after brushing fingers clean, scratched his fingers through the short auburn of his beard and raked back the same striking color of his thick hair. <br><br>He was a natural choice but the guardswoman they'd paired him with had been unexpected. Hallvir waved her over with insistence once she opened the door, gesturing to the small spread of more toast, boiled eggs and sausages. For the better part of their three day journey he had been holed up with the ship's captain discussing a sundry of items. It hadn't left much time for him to get to know the woman who kept commendable post over his person and she wasn't a chatter."Have you eaten?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ether's Breath (Atroxa &amp; Imriel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LtRipley</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 04:03:10</strong>
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				Valdis disliked this flying in the sky nonsense. Being on a ship was nothing new to her, their people grew up on ships, and they walked as steadily on the rolling deck of a vessel as they did on land, perhaps even more steadily for some. She was used to looking over the side and seeing the ocean, some days a clear, crystal blue, others a dark, almost steely color, tipped with white foam. It had taken some getting used to, looking over the railing and seeing nothing but land, further and further away from them. She couldn't say though that their destination would bring any comfort. It would bring land under her feet, but even that land was high in the clouds, and populated by potential dangers that would lurk and strike from the shadows. She knew she would have to be on her guard to protect Hallvir. <br><br>This was something she could not and would not fail at. She would bring him home safe, or die trying. It was her duty, and a truth that she had grown up knowing. Her father had served his faithfully for many years until old age had made him more suitable as a teacher than an active guard. He had turned his attention from his duty to the Ahlgren family, the head of Clan Kjaldson, to his duty to his own family, and the clan, to produce strong sons. After five daughters though, and the death of his wife, he had accepted that a son was something he would not have.<br><br>Valdis was the youngest of her five sisters, her elder siblings all having been raised as proper women, since each one had been born with the hope of the next being a son. Only Valdis had been raised differently. Oresian women were expected to be strong and loyal, and just as tough as the men, though in different ways. They were taught to fight, as there had been times in the past when they had had to help defend their homes, but they were taught the basics and then left at that. Valdis though, had not been taught cooking and sewing and music, she had been taught the sword and shield, axe and net. She had been raised as a son. She often expected her father to try and give her advice on how to woo women.<br><br>It was difficult, at times, living the life of a man as a woman, she never really felt as if she belonged anywhere. She was alienated from most women, and men never really accepted her. She was a loner by default then, so no, she was exactly social or talkative. So if Hallvir was looking for company, he wouldn't be finding it in her, he would, however, find no one more dedicated to protecting him. This was Valdis' big chance to prove herself. She was one of several guards chosen to escort him to Altarium, but she was chosen to be the lead of them, and therefor personally responsible for the security of the entire trip.<br><br>She knocked on the door to the room that Hallvir had been given as the ship began it's final approach to the island, and entered when he bid her, walking over at the motion of his hand. Valdis was a beautiful young woman, many men shook their heads at the waste, that one so beautiful and from such a family was destined to be ostracized. Her sisters would secure the family line, with all of them being girls, the first free son to be born to them would be given their own family name, Valdis merely filled the position required of all the guard families. They all must provide at least one person to serve in the defense of the clan. This is what Valdis would do, and because of her position, she would likely never marry. What man would look at her as anything but an oddity?<br><br>That was something she had accepted a long time ago. A life of quiet duty, serving the Ahlgren. She could only look forward to retiring and being entitled to all the comforts that an honor guard was rewarded. <br><br>Cool, blue-gray eyes regarded Hallvis respectfully. She had known him her entire life, though not personally, she'd seen him, known who he was, but interacted with him directly very little. There had never been a need to with the difference in their stations. She had only ever watched him from afar, and told herself that she watched him because it was her duty, and not because of how the light his his auburn hair and how easily his smile lit up his eyes.<br><br>She glanced at the food he indicated, then nodded, “I have, Hir Hallvir, thank you for the offer,” Valdir told him honestly. She had eaten, though nothing of this quality, or very filling, it wasn't in her to accept such an offer, even if she were starving. “The captain says we're to land in the next fifteen minutes,” She wore traditional clothing, with her steel armor over top, and a fur at her waist, the paws of a bear forming a belt of sorts to hold it up. She'd killed and skinned the bear herself many years ago. Also at her waist was a great axe, her weapon of choice though she had daggers hidden about her person as well, and on her back was a shield, bearing the colors of Clan Kjaldson, blue and a rich ochre, with her own family's crest in the center, a bear with a fish in it's maw, blood dripping from the hold of it's fangs. Her pale blonde hair was pulled back into a braid that fell just past her shoulders, bands falling almost into her eyes. She'd also donned a slash of blue underlined with ochre across her nose and cheek, the other guards had as well, as was their custom.
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