Ry'Della-Beta-04

Rae continued to negotiate with each being that came in, rounding their grand total to 40 silver pieces, 12 copper coins, and a bartered batch of dry-rubbed meat. Perfectly pleased with himself, he whistled a jaunty tune as he closed the entryway door. She stirred from the bedroom.

"Utterly exhausted, are we?" He leaned against the doorframe, playing with one of the silver pieces.

Groggy, she sat up, holding the thin sheets to her chest. Her nipples poking at the fabric from constant arousal. "No..." She rubbed her eyes as she adjusted to the light streaming from the now open doorway. "I could go again."

His eyebrows pricked up.

Aurlenna's eyes opened to the realization of what she had unwittingly revealed. "I mean, we can keep moving. I'm fine."

"Mhm." He smirked in his infuriating way. "Right. Right."

The door closed behind him as he flipped the coin into the air, snatching it midway as gravity took it. Completely pleased.

She groaned, clutching the fabric over her body and face, falling back onto the pillow.This is going to be a long fucking journey,she moaned internally. A dribble of liquid startled her into stone.Fuck.

Rae packed up their equipment while Aurlenna shuffled about collecting herself. He chuckled,This is gonna be a fun fucking run.His chest tightened as the mental image of her gasping for air flicked past his memories.I could go again too.His hand automatically adjusted himself as he willed the southern situation to calm down.

"So, how much?" She tossed her bag down on the table.

"Oh about 10 gold pieces a night, love." He drawled, running a hand through her tousled locks.

Her hand swatted his away, "Not you, you idiot. How much did we make?"

His shoulders met his ears, "Enough. Want to go into town to peruse?"

Aurlenna's heart clutched. For a moment of tantalizing bliss, she had forgotten what lay beyond the entry door. The city of Quelar was not opposed to brutality, especially when towards species deemed as manipulative vermin.

Dark eyes roamed her features. He may never admit it, but he was always able to see her. He watched her in a way that would make eagles envious. A nervous lip was bitten in the process of her millisecond of thought, a line streaking her forehead, an ever-so-light grip in her fingers around her clothing.

He rolled his wrist lackadaisically, "I mean, now that I think about it, there's not really a point in sticking around. I already scammed half the town's money."

That got her. "Scammed?" Her eyes narrowed at him.

Good,he thought. "Oh, yeah. Big time. That twig I found yesterday?"

Silence fell between them as her blue eyes could barely be recognized through her lids and lashes. "...thatquote un-quote magical walking stick?"

"You clearly mean the 'Ornate Oak Wand of Orelia.'" A sly expression landed on his face as hers opened in surprise.

"You didn't."

His lips curled, imitating a dastardly cheshire cat.

An exhale collapsed her tense chest, "Rae, you can't just straight up lie to people!"

He continued to smile down at her. Worn down by the simple grin, she sighed. "How much?"

Nearly in glee he added, "2 silver pieces."

Her chin hit her chest. "Two...two. TWO?"

An ember lit upon his fingertip. Fingers twirling, the ember raced down to the meat of his hand and back up, sparking out as if shot. "Just took a trick or two to seal the deal."

With great exaggeration, her eyes rolled up and back to his satisfied smirk. She snatched a silver piece. "One beer, then we're out."

On the bright side, she wasn't thinking about being skinned alive anymore.

They trudged out into the cobbled streets. Her features, brightened slightly from their previous activities, were safely tucked away under Rae's wrappings. She muttered miserably that she was going to need a straw for her beer, which was met by a mocking "A curly one for the child." She slapped his shoulder as retribution.

Rain plunked against their boots. The rolling mist shielded them from too many prying eyes as they made their way through town. Large, squat buildings loomed on the right-hand side. Rae studied them sharply, taking note of the stark contrast between the old and new. Charred and crumbling, the buildings on the left were seemingly still smoldering from a hundred-year-old war while the right-side monsters taunted them with fresh brick and youthful height.

"What happened here?" He murmured.

A voice at his elbow cropped up briskly, snuffling, "Fire. Wyvern. Stupid beast."

"A dragon?" Rae sniffed, "Well I suppose that makes sense... but why here?"

"Damned Coats fault." The dwarf shouldered a large duffle, lumbering with them towards a destined pint.

"The Coats." Aurlenna's voice wavered at the "C," as if it had her by the throat.

"Coats. That's right. Came up the mountain just to snatch some lousy eggs, they did."

"For coin?" Rae inquired, the confidence fell from his demeanor as he raised his collar to obscure his features just that much more.

The dwarf's strawberry whiskers curled, hiding what Rae sensed was a sneer. "HA! Stupid boy. Coin's nothin' to them bastards. They werecollecting."

Aurlenna and Rae walked side by side with the short figure, passing by further buildings still smoldering as if by illusion. A harumph sounded before he continued, "Collecting the damned eggs. Who would have thought someone was stupid enough to think they could control the damned beings? Only fuckin' perfect lil' Prince Tyeron, that's who. And who would be stupid enough to go after the BlessedBeDamned things?"

Rae held the large wooden door open for the storyteller, the cacophony of the pub spilling out into the street. The dwarven fellow threw his hands up in frustration, momentarily forgetting about his swollen parcel. "The Coats! That's who... no good fuckin' spired robots with them beady eyes and them ticking 'hearts' that alert the whole BlessedBeDamned town that them be wanderin' about to cause havoc and ruin all things worth a damn..."

They watched him trail off to the counter, in a tizzy from the conversation and soon swearing happily with the barkeep. Breaking from the news, Rae guided Aurlenna into the worn tavern, seating her before going to grab grog.

She watched him saunter away, filled with all the grace of a Silvertongue, as he propped his elbow on the counter and shmoozed the female orc behind it. Though easily another head or two above him, the poor thing's lip curled back over her tusks, charmed by whatever molasses dripped from his lips.We are so getting these drinks for free.

Her mind wandered without her permission-- six figures in long, weather-darkened coats that reach the tops of their boots. The fabric, heavy as oilcloth, glistens faintly where rain collects, but underneath, you hear the faint rhythm of hidden pistons, the whirr of precision clockwork masked beneath flesh and leather. Their collars rise high, obscuring the jawline; their faces gleam faintly where the rain hits -- not skin, but polished alloy designed to imitate it.

A gear breaks as a ghastly sound rips through the dead air. In moments of chaos, the sound of terror succumbs to the mundane. She hears the tap as the gear strikes the ground, the clackity roll as the uneven surface meets the stone floor. Bright with reflection, mirrors that catch firelight and throw it back menacingly, eyes target the small child. As if alive, flickering and shuttering, the eyes trace the child to the gear. A small hand extends, just about to clasp the heated metal...

Thunk. "Not even a shilling spent!" Rae proudly presents her with the largest draft ever seen on the fourth continent. She jolts back.

His eyes drifted over her, taking in the shield so transparently raised. It felt different from the guard she donned towards the town, deeper. He set a calming hand on her head, tilting it up and being wary to expose any of her skin. "You okay there lil' monster?"

She hated that he sounded so soft towards her, as if he could read every thought spiraling through her head. She shook it off. Her head nodded as she gestured to the drink, his hand still warm and heavy. "Where's my straw?"

With a flourish of his hand, a makeshift straw appeared, "Milady." He bowed, handing it to her.

She laughed, "So stupid."

"Only about to get stupid-er." He rose his cup to hers.

"To surviving the nightmare."

"To surviving the nightmare" She repeated,which...may have only just begun.

Rae focused on her as they clinked.Trauma recognizes trauma,he thought dryly as their cups thumped against one another.

The grog warmed their throats as they planned out their route. It was decided that they were to travel Northeast by the cliffside. Rae was intensely curious about the Wyvern and its stolen progeny. He had not disclosed his past to Aurlenna, but a history of dragonology was a grand part of it. His heart ached:Ry'Della...

"So we'll skirt the mountain to find the nest." She summed up. "Northeast is our heading and then we'll see what we can figure out about this dragon business. Maybe even find something to sell. Are you sure this won't take us too far from the [previous objective]?"

Rae was lost in his own memories, his deep eyes reliving a time she was never a part of. "Cave."

"Huh?" Aurlenna could not hear his soft-spoken word over the din of the tavern.

Rae coughed, "Cave." A swig cleared his throat. "Wyverns, if it is a Wyvern, live in caves. Usually tucked into cragged mountainsides."

"Oh." Her mouth skewed; brows furrowed. "Okay, cave then. Not nest."

He mused. She grabbed his chin, rotating it back to herself. Staring at him, she watched as his eyes focused, returning to her. "You okay?"

Rae focused on her lips, obscured by the fabric, but pushing just enough to form shapes. He felt himself return to the Terran plane of existence, grounded back in the reality of being sat on rough wood at the pub. He took her hand off his chin, bringing it to his mouth and lightly biting where her palm meets her wrist as a response.

Her blue eyes lit up, starkly contrasting with the brightening crimson of her skin. "You're blushing." He teased.

She snatched her hand from his mouth, "Am not!" With a nod towards his last sip, she tried to regain control: "Finish your drink. We have a long journey ahead of us and only so much daylight."

Picking up the large container, now nearly drained, he threw it back. A smooth motion followed as he wiped his lips of any excess. "Let's hit the road, Princess."

She followed his lead, swigging the last of her drink with a smirk as she slammed it onto the table with finality. Her eyes met his--an unspoken challenge.

Before she knew it, she was lifted onto the desk that sat in front of their room, items cleared off by his sweeping arm. Hungrily, he dipped down between her legs. "Look at you," he chuckled, "already a soaking mess for me."

Rae ripped off her pants, revealing the lace underneath. A small luxury of hers. Without removing them, he slid his tongue across her folds, feeling her slickness through the patterned fabric. He rubbed it roughly at her clit, then sunk a finger around the side of them, slipping easily into her. Juices warmly trickled down around his hand. She gasped, her hands flying to his dark hair. Twisting into her, he felt her grip tighten and push his mouth into her.

His tongue flicked about her clit lightly at first, playing in the waters. Out of curiosity, he flattened it, pushing roughly against the nub and licking up. Fingers wretched his hair, hips bucked into his mouth. A reaction swelled in his trousers, already anticipating being in the slickened folds of her. He continued to destroy her most sensitive spot, craving the broken nature of her pride as she reached the point of beggary.

Blue pools reflected his position as she watched him. A tragic juxtaposition of wanting to be destroyed but not wanting to ask him to ruin her. She would soon enough. The cracks in her will were already on display to him, only needing but a slight touch to take down the wall for tonight. He knew how much his gaze emboldens her. His deep wood burned irises steady in their intent to make her burn with need to dismantle her piece by shattered piece in his arms--held, contained, secure.

Aurlenna's eyes struggled to focus on him, caught in a pattern of being held in his darkened star and her head lolling back from desire. Her nipples pinched between the mesh of her top, mouth open in a silent "O" from being fondled. Sounds of ecstasy reverberated throughout the hall within minutes, her cries were likely heard by everyone down the corridor. A gush rushed onto Rae's tongue as she considered others listening into their midnight revelries.

"You taste delicious." Rae came up from her moistened pussy, forcing her flavour into her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around his, using her legs to hook him. "Please" she whined.

"Please what, lil monster?" He grinded his erect cock against her.

"Fuck me." Aurlenna's hand clasped around his collar, pulling her down to him.

"Oh, little monster." Rae darkly chuckled, "Let's make sure that every single guest downstairs leaves with a party favour, shall we?"

He released himself from his pants, centering his cock at her entrance. He slowly stroked his tip against her, clit to pussy. Slick sloppy sounds caused her to blush as she fixated upon the motion.

In a hushed whimper, she questioned "Party favour?"

"Your sweet cries for help." He sunk into her with vigor.

Aurlenna screamed with pleasure as he thrust into her. "Fuck." He groaned.

Her nails scratched at his chest, clutching at the fabric. Rae bucked his hips into her, desperate to fill her completely. His cock twitched in her as her pussy pulsated around him. He began to pant as he entered her, the air now filled with pleasured screams. Her voice began to shriek as he pumped his hips, deeply filling her. She could feel her pussy clench tightly around him, begging to have him release.

"Fuck." He smirked, "you're pushing me out."

Barely able to contain herself, she clawed under his shirt, leaving trails of red across his back. He felt Aurlenna's breath on his ear, desperate, heavy. "Fill me with your cum. I need you to own me. Now."

Her begging with purpose, wanting him so, sent him over the edge. Rae's cock twitched roughly inside of her, causing a reactionary pulse from her pussy.

An unearthly howl reverberated from his throat as he lowered himself onto her, pinning her onto the desk with his weight, still thrusting his cock deep into her. She felt his teeth struggle at her throat, begging to bite and puncture her exposed skin. She cried out. "Please, please, please" she moaned in refrain, wanting him to complete her.

"Fuck." His growl rumbled at her throat.

Rae removed himself from her, which resulted in a gasp from Aurlenna's wet lips. She looked at him in surprise as he flipped her and instantly inserted himself again. A moan escaped her chest as she was filled again, cries becoming more primal as he pinned her wrists to keep her still. Aurelenna craved this dominance--hisdominance. "Take me. Fuck me. Use me."

His cock continued to penetrate her roughly. Drool fell from her open lips as she cried out. Her eyes began to roll to the ceiling as he fucked her. Grabbing her wrists and pulling backwards, her chest was lifted off the tabletop, now being rammed with such force that she screamed. She tightened around him. He grunted as hot cum sprayed her insides. Aurlenna collapsed in a heap on the table as Rae released himself in her. Her pussy spasming around his cock in the forced using of her body as his personal cumdump.

He laid atop her, them listening to the now eerie silence over their deepened breathing.

"My broken..." He tucked a piece of hair needlessly behind the matted mess. "Beautiful creature."

...

The morning rose without any ceremony, a creaky sun barely able to shine through the dense casting of clouds.

"Ah, a perfect day!" Rae's arms stretched out, seemingly taking in the day in stride.

"It's overcast." Her reply contained no emotion.

His arms caught in their spread-out motion. He swirled to face her. A lopsided grin followed as winked. "Overcast weather is easier to work in."

Of course,her eyes rolled into the loose strands collected on her brows, "And I wonder what sort of 'work' you might be referring to."

Thump!"Why! Good, honest,reputablework. Naturally." He kept his hand glued to his chest in mock surprise at the notion.

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say."

In a split second he closed the distance, his hands thudding heavily on her shoulders. The weight and warmth struck directly to her heart and resounded in her core. He watched in satisfaction as her eyes brimmed in anticipation. Slowly, he leaned. She felt his breath pass over her lips, bracing herself, her eyes darting to check their surroundings. They were possibly just far enough away at an early hour to miss travelers. But his lips passed hers, resting beside her ear.

"Besides, I think you benefit from my 'work.'" She felt him exhale a warm whisper, "Sure seemed it the other night, anyway."

Her entire being quivered. Each of her senses were wrapped up in his proximity to her, which was relayed to him by the hitch in her breath. Rae relished her slight undoings. They were beginning to occur more frequently and he noticed--he noticedeverything. To torture her just a bit more was his pleasure and he was never one to dismiss himself of pleasurable things. He baited her, his lips grazing the skin down her jawline. Aurella could feel the heat from his breath, nerves boiling, her eyes glazing into lust. His, however, roamed alert over her features, following the fight of her will to maintain composure and failing. He paused, his lips just a purse away from hers. They breathed into one another.

Rae watched her resistance waver and dismantle, enjoying every moment of it as if on display just for him. Well, it was, after all. Aurlenna began to lean, her blue orbs cut into half lidded spheres. He felt the quake of victory: the wash of cocky hubris when conquering a situation.

"Anyway--" Her lips met air as he vanished from her, already having the map out and peering at it as if fully intrigued. "Let's see, let's see, where are we off to?"

Frustrated emotionally and now physically, Aurlenna huffed. Rae smirked into his map,mission accomplished.She composed herself quickly and strode over to him, like hell she was going to let him know how badly she wanted the tenderness of his lips on her skin.

"There." Her finger pointed to the Crags of Ikrog, the closest mountain region to them.

His dark brow knit together. "The dragon?"

She nodded, "Yeah. I think we need to go check it out. What do you say?"

Shoulders raised and then sunk. "I'm down."

Her face split into an unrestrained smile, "Perfect."

"Careful now, princess." A grin mirroring on his features, "Smile too much and you'll end up being a bigger problem for me."

It was her turn to close the distance. Her chest brushed up against his, leaving little room for air. A caress of her fingers across his chin and coming to rest on his jaw and ear had him exhale into her. Aurlenna's lips tread dangerously closer until she captured his breathing life into him. Their tongues sought one another out, twirling. She pulled away, swallowing his saliva with a devilish quirk to her full lips.

"I promise to be thebiggestproblem for you." She headed Northeast, on to find a dragon, leaving Rae to shake off the wave of attraction that crashed into him.