Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros & Luna)
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				Title: <strong>Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros &amp; Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 07:39:53</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Lira, naked</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/Female_drull_cattail.jpg)</div></div></div><br>Lira sat a little uncomfortably in her seat, it was a pretty small space in which to be cramped in the back of the small wagon coach. The hull was dark brown, made of intertwining branches, like a tree was grown to form the exact shape needed, even hollowed itself out to make room for one or more to ride inside the vehicle. Not as much room as Lira would have liked, she couldn't help but think as she felt the carriage bouncing up and down, sometimes gently and sometimes much less so. The carriage was mounted on top of a large, flat creature which was bred for just that purpose, and it moved smoothly enough, even though she could still feel every step. But the less than smooth ride wasn't the only thing that was making the young female Tu'ul more than a little agitated.<br><br>The caravan was not only trading some of Lira's tribe's latest creations, which specialized, among other things, in the vehicles and other such beasts that comprised the caravan in which she was traveling, but also to deliver Lira, herself, into the arms of a man she had never met before. She had seen pictures of him, drawn to what she had been promised was an almost exact likeness, and they had exchanged a few letters, but that had been the extent of their communication. And now they were supposed to make the attempt to form a cohesive union, and what was more unnerving for Lira, was that, given some of the old traditions that just refused to go away, she was the one who had to pick up everything and relocate herself to live among his tribe.<br><br>It did help, though, that they were on similar paths in life, both of them studying to be shamans, guardians of the secrets of the procedures by which the Tu'ul develop their various implements and structures. To an outsider, it might seem that they were a very simple, almost primitive society, but in fact their science was very sophisticated, encompassing elements of genetic engineering, other fields of biology, mixed with a shamanic reverence that even persisted into the modern day, when the Tu'ul had long abandoned the bestial posture of their ancestors and most of their antiquated(and the more blunt would say ignorant) notions of how the world worked.<br><br>That was all well and good to Lira, who considered herself as modern as anyone else, but right now she couldn't stop the quivering feeling deep in her belly. She clicked softly, like her mother used to do in order to get her to sleep, trying to calm herself down. She had just gone through her own rite of passage into adulthood, not too long ago, and she was already being sent off to be with her betrothed. She squirmed a little in her seat, still getting used to the piercings, but it was almost a pleasant sense of discomfort, because she knew that she was a woman, now. A slight breeze ruffled the thin, dark green fabric draped down the front of her body, just wide enough to cover her nipples, tied at the waste with a simple length of twine and then just long enough to cover her groin.<br><br>The caravan meandered deeper into the forest, almost at their destination. Lira shifted again, taking a deep breath as she hoped that he would find her as pretty as he had claimed to find her own pictures that she had sent him. She craned her long neck to spy what she could of the seemingly ever changing terrain, fiddling nervously with the hem of her gown as the settlement came into view.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros &amp; Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 22:22:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lifting himself to his full height, Sur’lan stretches his neck just a bit further so that he might catch a glimpse of the coming vehicle.&nbsp; Curious as to just who would be there, he was also just a bit intrigued as to the personality of this lady he is fated to meet.&nbsp; Yes, he had seen pictures and drawings, and even exchanged a few letters back and forth; but in the end that was nothing to meeting face to face.&nbsp; Lowering his head a little, the piercings along the back of his neck rattle and jingle a little bit.&nbsp; The soft sound coming from the back of his neck gives indication of growing nervousness as his feet dig a little into the earth below him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Standing in front of his ‘house’, it might look like the base of a large tree to someone who did not know the manner in which the Tu’ul lived.&nbsp; The structure is grown like a huge redwood, but the actual material might be closer to the tensile strength of steel than of wood.&nbsp; Light though, the bio engineered structure retains heat in the winter, but yet in the summer the leaves atop its roof provide shade and cool temperatures.&nbsp; Wearing but a simple loincloth, the material hangs loose around his groin to just barely cover him.&nbsp; Poking out from underneath the back is his long tail, giving him balance as he remains stretched out.&nbsp; Twitching a little at the tip, the skin along the sides of the tip of his tail are threatening to part at any moment, to reveal what lies underneath.&nbsp; Trying to keep himself under control, he shakes his head slowly as he thinks that showing such a sign of excitement would not be a good way to meet a potential mate.&nbsp; At least, not just yet.&nbsp; However, the crest atop his head is extended upwards, for any to see.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally stepping forward as the beast of burden stops before his house, he looks upwards towards the handler of the animal.&nbsp; Lifting his hand to spread his fingers wide in a greeting, he looks over to the carriage on the beast’s back with anticipation.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/17/Male_drull_striped.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros &amp; Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>19-10-2012, 18:15:41</strong>
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				Lira squinted her black, crystalline eyes, trying not to show how nervous she was feeling. She didn't want Sur'lan to get the impression that she had been dreading this moment, which certainly was not the case. She felt as excited as she did apprehensive, wondering herself what he was really like, the kinds of things that just didn't come across in pictures or letters. Her pierced nipples brushed against the soft fabric of her gown as she unconsciously arched her back a little, then realized what she was doing and clicked to herself, straightening out her posture. She didn't need to display herself for him like that, they were already meant for each other.<br><br>She glanced in appraisal at his house, or she assumed it was his, because the Tu'ul standing in front of it looked very much like the drawings he had sent her. Then she finally steeled herself to get a nice glance at him as he made his way to where she was still seated atop her roverbeast. His crest was the first thing that caught her eye, the red-orange flap that she assumed signaled his own excitement at them finally getting to meet each other. Her gaze went down from there, taking in his strong, supple form. She couldn't but notice his tail, as well- the way it twitched as they laid eyes on each other. She <em>did</em> have to admire his self control, a lesser male might have been fully displayed his barb along with his crest, just to show off his masculinity, if nothing else. That he decided to keep it concealed for the moment spoke volumes to Lira about his character.<br><br>The young female Tu'ul squinted deeply again, her race's method of smiling, her tongue barely parting her lips to catch his scent, while she reached out softly to his mind, "It is my honor to finally meet you, Sur'lan," she lifter her own hand and spread out her fingers as he had done, and then held it out for him to help her dismount from her seat atop the wagon, while the beast below snorted, stamping its six feet as the rider urged it to stay still.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros &amp; Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 23:23:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Moving closer towards the roverbeast, his fingers contract towards his hand as he pulls them down from the greeting to what he can only assume is to be his mate.&nbsp; Crinkling the corners of his eyes in return to her, his mind has a calm quality to it as the beginnings of their conversation.&nbsp; Obviously trained as a shaman for their kin, he is able to keep his thoughts from spilling forth like that of an excited male.&nbsp; At least for now, as his hand moves upwards to take hers.&nbsp; Rather than holding her hand as one would a friend or acquaintance, his fingers slip through hers to a more intimate touch as he assists her down from the beast.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The honor is mine, Lira.&nbsp; A pleasure to meet you, as well.”&nbsp; His own ‘voice’ in her mind is deep and carries along hints of a deeper consciousness, like that of wandering into a deep primordial forest.&nbsp; With his fingers lingering in hers now, the crest on top of his head has completely extended to show a bit of his excitement, and perhaps even to show off his own masculinity a small bit.&nbsp; “The images do little credit, to show how supple your legs are.”&nbsp; Having decided to go with a bold manner, his words come across with no hesitation or deception.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepping closer towards her once she has settled herself onto the ground, the tip of his tail continues to tap lightly against the ground in a pleased manner.&nbsp; Able to keep the barb within his tail thankfully, he still is unable to keep his tail from circling around the base of her legs.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros &amp; Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>23-10-2012, 11:56:28</strong>
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				Lira purred softly as she felt Sur'lan's fingers slip among her own. She was more than appreciative of the gesture, as it was a point of honor for both of them, that he would treat her in such a familiar manner at their first meeting. It spoke to the wisdom of the spirits for having influenced the pairing of two who seemed to be quite compatible with each other. On the other hand, a gesture was only that, and was still no guarantee that such a union would last... but it was a very auspicious beginning, at the very least.<br><br>She squeezed his hand a little bit, her claws scratching ever so gently along the back of his hand, as she gazed down at him while he helped her dismount her roverbeast. Once her feet were back on firm ground, she was a good head shorter than he was, as was the average difference in height between a male and female Tu'ul. His words in her mind felt like a strong, yet tender caress, and she felt her own sense of calm threaten to waver a bit, but she held herself in check.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she gazed up at him as she felt his tail wrap around her legs, a sign of possessiveness that was both thrilled her and made her feel a little anxious. It wasn't that she didn't want to be with him, but that she wasn't sure if she really deserved all the praise and attention he was giving her. But then again, being firmly attracted to males, she supposed she wouldn't really know what others would find attractive about her, anyway, and she had never slept with, nor really even let herself get too close with any other males. In this, she had been very happy to stick with the traditions and save herself for Sur'lan.<br><br>She leaned in, her tongue flicking out and taking in his scent, even if he wasn't displaying his barb, she could already smell the musk of his excitement, if his crest hadn't already made it obvious enough. This heightened feelings within her that she had never really felt before, desires that she wondered if she should at least try to control for the moment. "You flatter me, though I'm not sure I deserve it. Then again, the drawings do you no justice, either," the very tip of her tongue flicked ever so tentatively against the base of his neck before she withdrew it and gazed up at him. "Perhaps we should go inside and try to find out what else might be that the artists, despite their impressive skills, were not able to capture by applying pigments to dried leaves?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros &amp; Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 22:02:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One this very lovely female has stepped down from the beast, and pressed in a little closer against him, Sur’lan extends his head just a small bit forward.&nbsp; With her being shorter than him, his chin ends up resting on top of her smooth skull as her tongue lightly takes in his scent.&nbsp; The gesture is both accepting of her, and in a way claiming.&nbsp; Most times the gesture of a male touching his chin to a females’ head was seen as possessive and as a male marking his territory, and that is how Sur’lan means it today.&nbsp; Lira is to be his, and his alone as he rests his chin lightly on her head for all to see.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Coming through to her mind softly again, the gentle timbre of his voice fills her mind once more as his tail curls just a bit more around the base of her feet.&nbsp; “I would be honored, if you decide to join me in my abode.&nbsp; Though I am currently very content to enjoy the feeling of your presence against mine where we are.”&nbsp; Even though he was not going to come out and state it, his words are crafted in a manner to express that he clearly wishes others to see them in this pose for a moment longer.&nbsp; He knew that at the very least the elders would be watching their first meeting, and he wanted to demonstrate that they two of them are connecting.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You do deserve the words, Lira.&nbsp; I am not one to empty words, and will only speak my mind in this.&nbsp; I am having a hard enough time restraining myself, given your scent and form.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros &amp; Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 14:27:39</strong>
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				Lira squinted her eyes in happy excitement when she felt Sur'lan's chin brush against the top of her head and then settle down on top of her. It was nice to be accepted, as well as claimed, and neither meaning of the male's gesture had been lost on her. Nor, she knew, would it be lost on anyone else who might be watching them, least of all their elders. And as the elder Tu'ul were quite adept at being around without being noticed, any number of them could have been present to witness the beginnings of this union between two very promising young shamans. It was important for so many reasons, not the least of which was to further the ties between their two tribes.<br><br>She brushes her feet against his tail, her own voice calm in his mind, with just a little hint of the excitement coming through in her mental 'tone', "I am content, then, as well, Sur'lan. Really, I shouldn't have just invited myself in, anyway, I hope you will forgive me for my breach of etiquette. I have been looking forward to this moment for a very long time, and I guess I just got a little carried away in the excitement." In fact, even though she seemed calm, it wasn't only the slight tinge in her voice that betrayed her true emotions, but also the way her tongue kept flicking out just past her lips, tasting the air and then retreating back into her mouth.<br><br>"I... thank you for your kindness as well as your candor. I am having similar trouble, I must admit," she purred softly into his mind. "We have so much to learn, so much to explore and yet... I wouldn't trade this moment for anything," she admitted as she reached gently around him with her right hand and wrapped her arm around him, holding him close to her in a show of willingness and marital solidarity for everyone to see.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros &amp; Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 11:27:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Parting his lips now, a low and thin stream of air escapes his lungs so that he may form very soft and audible words.&nbsp; Rarely does their kind actually use verbal communication, since they are able to speak from mind to mind, but sometimes it is saved for when the speaker wishes to truly convey the gravity of their words.&nbsp; “Lira, I am pleased to be chosen as your mate.&nbsp; I see long years of happiness in this one’s future, with you at my side.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Forcing himself to take a slow step back from her now, his fingers slide free from where they had been entwined into hers.&nbsp; Stepping towards the tree-trunk of his abode now, she could most likely tell the reluctance in his eyes as he tears his gaze away from her form and back to his house.&nbsp; Looking at the thick trunk, it is smooth and well cared for, speaking highly of the shaman who grew it into the shape it takes now.&nbsp; Reverting back to their mental language now, his voice has a clear note of pride as his eyes take in the house.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My..no.&nbsp; Our abode, it was my final test to see if I had the gift of growing.&nbsp; I formed this over the course of two moons, and the Elders finally said it was worthy to live in.”&nbsp; Expressing the equivalency of a mental chuckle now, his eyes look back towards her as his tail slides up the back of her leg.&nbsp; “I am more worried, about what you may think Lira.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros &amp; Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 13:08:36</strong>
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				She squeezed his hand gently as she heard him speaking aloud, underscoring the importance and sincerity of what he had to say. She had already taken a full enough measure of his character, through their letters, to know he wasn't the time speak insincerely no matter how he was communicating, but it was <em>very</em> poor etiquette to speak any kind of falsehood or even exaggerations verbally, it just didn't happen so there was absolutely no doubt in how pleased he was with her. She wondered if he had chosen to speak because she had still seemed a little unsure of herself, if it had been to boost her own confidence. Or maybe it had just been because he wanted the elders to hear it. Regardless of his motive, she truly appreciated the gesture.<br><br>Replying in kind, her own voice came out soft, but firm. "I am please to be chosen for you, as well, Sur'lan. You are everything I imagined, and more." She squeezed his hand again, still speaking aloud for just a moment longer, "Many long years of happiness, indeed. And many healthy offspring I will give you, as well."<br><br>She made a small sound, almost like a moaning whine, just a brief noise to let him know how reluctant she, too, was for him to let her go for even a moment. But that was all the protest she would allow herself to utter, as they would have plenty of time to touch each other soon enough. She turned her full attention to the dwelling that Sur'lan had grown for the two of them to live in, it was spacious, blended well with it's surroundings and looked very sturdy. The principles of form, function and accommodation all seemed to be quite well adhered to, and Lira could only squint in approval before her voice rang softly but enthusiastically in his mind once more. "What I think, is that it is absolutely wonderful, Sur'lan!"<br><br>She shivered as she felt his tail move along the back of her leg, and she turned to face him again, as well. She shifted her leg to rub it over his phallic appendage and purred softly, placing her hand on his chest and resting it there gently for the moment, gazing up into his eyes, her own black orbs wide with curiosity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros &amp; Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 21:04:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As her hand touches his chest, she can feel the muscles under his skin grow taught as he unconsciously flexes them a small it.&nbsp; Looking down towards her for a moment, he allows his eyes to meet her own in the brief second.&nbsp; Then looking away, his hand lifts from his side to brush lightly along the curve of her hip in its travel towards the door.&nbsp; Crooning out a soft note, his nails scrape along the surface of the door in a pattern that causes it to slide slowly to one side.&nbsp; As the door opens, it reveals a very neat and tidy interior.&nbsp; The common room is large, as is their style, and she can see it is laid out in a logical manner.&nbsp; With room for seating and entertaining nearest the door, the rest of the room flows into natural looking hallways that will lead to other rooms, along with sloping hallways to the upper reaches of the abode.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Welcome home.”&nbsp; The words come through softly, as his left hand now touches the spot right above her tail.&nbsp; Knowing fully well that the spot his nails are grazing along is commonly a sensitive are on their race, his fingers curl along her skin in a manner to drag the tips of his nails along her.&nbsp; Still curled around her legs, his tail has lifted now to touch the tip of it to the outside of her thigh.&nbsp; Clearly exploring her body with his touches, he presses forward to try and escort her inside and away from any prying eyes.&nbsp; While not a race to demand privacy at times, there are certain times that it is just better to be alone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros &amp; Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 00:58:30</strong>
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				Lira made soft, purring sounds as she felt Sur'lan reacting to her touch, feeling just as eager and excited as she felt his fingers brushing along the exposed portion of her hips. "There are so many ways I would like to get to know you better," she spoke softly in his mind. She stayed close to him as he opened the door and she was able to get her first view of the interior of her chosen mate's handiwork.<br><br>She turned to him, squinting her eyes tightly, showing her approval. "I am honored to call this place home," she spoke aloud in her soft, breathy tone, partly because she really meant it and wanted to emphasize her appreciation, and also because they were still going through the somewhat informal ritual of mutual acceptance. She took a deep breath and her tail twitched excitedly as he drew his nails along her there. For the female Tu'ul, their tails were more cat-like and didn't end in any kind of retractable barb. They were placed at the base of their spines, as opposed to the phallic position they were in the males, but the female's tail was almost as sensitive on the whole, and even more so at the base.<br><br>Her purrs of arousal became even louder as she felt his tail wrapping around her in a decidedly possessive manner, her whole body shivering with anticipation as his appendage curled around high enough to brush against her thighs. No words were needed to be exchanged for it to be very clear that the initial. more cursory phase of their acceptance was rapidly coming to a close, that the elders had most assuredly been satisfied and that what would come next was best suited to take place in the privacy of their new home. Lira coiled her tail around Sur'lan's own thicker, sturdier appendage, the final public sign of their growing interest in each other, before she eagerly followed him inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros &amp; Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 05:40:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Reaching behind him, his fingers and nails scrape along the side of the door in a casual and off-hand manner.&nbsp; The much used gesture sends the signal through his abode, and causes the door to close behind them.&nbsp; Now that the two of them are safe from prying eyes, his body turns slowly as his tail reaches the back of her thighs.&nbsp; Crinkling his eyes in a sign of approval now, he turns back to fully face her as both his tail and hands now tug her closer against his chest.&nbsp; The muscles underneath flex slightly, giving indication of the pleasure at having her close against him so.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The words come softly into her mind now, as his head leans down.&nbsp; Letting his crest extend fully, he presses his brow against her own in both a sign of acceptance and almost dominance over her.&nbsp; “You are mine, fully.&nbsp; And I wish it no other way.”&nbsp; Then lowering his lips to hers, a kiss is formed as his fingers scrape his nails lightly along the base of her tail.&nbsp; Knowing that this is a place that is pleasurable to the females of their race, his fingers drag his nails along the little spot in hopes of enticing her even more.&nbsp; Forgetting modesty and restraint now, his tail has curled around her in a strong grip.&nbsp; “Mine.&nbsp; Very much mine.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros &amp; Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teo Torriatte</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 16:56:54</strong>
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				Lira took just enough notice of Sur'lan's gesture on the wall for it to register what he was doing, but most of her attention was currently held directly on her new mate. She was glad, though, to know they were now behind closed doors, as she pressed herself close to him, purring softly. Her silken top brushed against his chest, and she could easily feel the ripple of his muscles through the flimsy fabric. She wrapped one arm gently around his back, the other lowering behind her to stroke his tail that he coiled so possessively around her.<br><br>Seeing his crest extend to full arousal/agitation(in this case she knows it is arousal) sends an involuntary shiver of excitement through the female Tu'ul's whole body. She wouldn't have it any other way, though, even his dominant posture is getting her really aroused and she melts against him as they begin to kiss each other. Her long tongue snakes past her lips and seeks entry past his, as she wiggles her ass and purrs softly against his mouth in response to his explorations of the base of her tail.<br><br>"I am yours, Sur'lan... every bit of me to explore as you wish to... as I seek to do the same," she speaks softly in his mind, as soft growls come from deep inside her throat. Her tail twitches in his hand, and she takes in deep breaths as she trembles against him, the pleasure welling up nice and slowly from deep within. She strokes his tail a little more and then the hand on his back lifts to play idly with the piercings on the back of his neck that signify his coming into adulthood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tying the Threads of Fate (Yandros &amp; Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 03:54:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping his lips lightly pressed against his mate’s, his thoughts ring through and into her mind softly.&nbsp; “I am yours as well my mate…”&nbsp; Letting his thoughts trail off in her mind, his body is slowly moving now.&nbsp; Stepping around behind her, his feet slip in between hers carefully while his tail continues to curl around her body.&nbsp; Never letting her move more than a few inches away from his own body, she can feel his skin slide along hers as he ends up behind her.&nbsp; His voice then comes into her mind once again, in a much deeper note that is tinged with desire and arousal.&nbsp; “Explore…no.&nbsp; I wish to take you, my mate.&nbsp; I wish to have you become mine, completely.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The words hang in his thoughts for a moment longer, as his fingers now slide along her sides before taking a gentle grip of her hips.&nbsp; Scraping his nails into her skin, she can feel his chest now pressing into her back as his tail curls slowly from around her legs to move behind him.&nbsp; Then brushing along the ground, his tail moves between her legs and into a position more closer to how some of their race mate.&nbsp; If she were to look down, she can see that the tip of his tail has parted to reveal his masculine barb.&nbsp; The tip has a bit of his fluid leaking from it, as she can feel the tip curl around to brush her inner thigh.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he teases her with the touch of his erection, his head tilts downwards to press his lips to the base of her neck.&nbsp; At first he kisses her, but then his lips part to nip at her skin.&nbsp; “Take me, my mate.&nbsp; Show me, how much you wish to belong to me.”<br>
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