It was a very slow night in the tavern. Not many people were carousing around the streets or the nearing towns as Aliyah had settled across the bartop with nothing better to do than to read up on some woman's magazine. she lifted a hand to run through her cinnamon red and soft curls that cascaded a little past her shoulders, and vibrant emerald eyes were never a drain to look upon, as those who did got sucked into them as they rested against flesh of soft ivory. Her height for her age was very tall, standing at almost 5'10, but she got that from her father's side of her family; but both sides of the family were dragons. She had worn baby blue jeans with a cute ball chain that was secured with a heart lock that had a key which dangled not far from the belt itself. A top of white that was cut to show off the breast line of her C-cup breasts. coming into her age of womanhood, she maintained a great deal of boring traditions and rarely had this alone time to herself as her father and twin brother were protective over her. However, she endured it day by day, making sure they didn't put her off too much to the idea of being mated to someone. Her feet were bare, since she was relaxed, and the floors were clean from the lack of patrons. After about two pages in, she closed the book and sighed softly.
"Two pages in and I already feel bad about myself." Wasn't that true of all magazines of that nature?
The breeze from the doorway was cold as the entrance of an exiled clansmate stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. He had to be mindful of his presence and masking his scent, to not give away that he was back. He and Aliyah always had a little playful relationship between them, when she was younger and he was coming into his age of manhood. Aliyah grinned some as he stepped in and her mind started flowing with imagination, seeing him for the first time in years. He was tall, a lean build on his body with a little darker hue of skin than hers was, and black hair that came down about his shoulders and framed that narrow face. He was masculine, even with long hair, and he wouldn't be the same without that length of hair if he cut it. It was part of his appeal, and more since she hadn't seen him since he was exiled years ago from the clans. Before she was caught too much in her second long daydream, she spoke to him.
"Well if it isn't Cyron, the terror of the clans." She smirked, a little jest to start off their chat. his beautiful lips pulled to a smirk after a brief chuckle deep in his throat, rolling softly into a deep throated purr.
"Are we bored today, Aliyah?"
"A little."
She slipped down from the bar and moved over towards him, brushing some hair from his face. He blinked a little to the gesture before brushing it off that she was being nice, and it added to the appeal of his imagination flowing over her body which he felt needed to be ravished, idly eyeing the curves that she now had which she lacked when they last saw each other.
"Not even the worthless crazies are out here tonight." He snorted disappointingly.
"Yea, I know. It's irritating." She was very displeased with the lack of entertainment for the night, even if the joy she received was tormenting those who were lesser than her. It made her shiver down her spine just to think of toying with mortals, and then relishing in the aftermath of their fear or dumbfoundedness. But more of what was running through her mind was Cyron, and she realized she was daydreaming again after a long moment of gazing him up and down. She blushed, and broke herself away before he could notice. But he did.
She moved away and headed for the couch that was near the fireplace of the tavern and settled herself to stretch out. Cy grinned and followed her over and took a seat the opposing way, stretching his legs out and noticed her feet were at his range to touch. It had been too long and he was far too tempted by her body to not try something, he took up her foot and started a small massage until he rubbed his thumb with a little bit of magic over a pressure point in such a way that would send pleasing pulses rolling between her thighs.
"Cy, what are you doi..." She was complaining about the massage, it didn't feel like one, but was cut off by what was now happening to her. The sensation started in one leg, and she almost felt like they were going numb until that certain nerve was touched upon and she gasped, sitting up quickly, wide-eyed and panting heavily a few times while biting her lower lip. Her body flushed from toes to her forehead as she tremored and tensed with the rush of wetness that succeeded the heated waves of pleasure from between her legs. Her heart fluttered quickly, parting her lips to moan wildly and shifted her hips from side to side against the couch when he didn't relent to her first orgasm, but proceeded to manipulate the powerful touch of his finger to make her release three more times in a row. She let out a gutteral growl each time and orgasm would climb so very abruptly like an invasion on her body, followed by the height of her moans in the peak and roll down to a purr with the relief coming to her body. Maintaining his calm, he smirked as he watched the writhing and pleased body of this younger dragonness, finally letting her foot go when she started to whimper in peril from the success of four orgasms from just his touch on her nerves.
Finally breathing easier, she opened her eyes with that "deer in headlights" look wondering what the hell had happened or what he had done. In a panick and uncertain of it all, she climbed off of the couch to leave, but her knees buckled beneath her and she fell onto the ground with a grunt and lied there, shaking all over still. The scent of her musked womanhood had lingered over his nose as he watched her move off the couch then fall. He chuckled just lightly in his throat while he shifted his legs to accomodate the arousal that stiffened immediately from taking in her sweet smell.
"Ya dead?"
Cherry ringlets fell about her face while she was recovering from her shaking limbs and rose up to her hands and knees at first. She flipped her hair out of the way of her flushed face and looked towards him while she sat up onto the back of her knees and secured her wavy cinnamon hair behind her ears. With unease of what she exactly felt, as it was her first time, she looked towards Cyron.
"I'm not dead. I..."
