Numinor's Greatest King--and Queen

[Alexhandr]

Alexhandr shuddered as her hands caressed his sides. He kissed her back several times and then nipped at the side of her neck with his sharp, draconic teeth. As she asked the question, a wicked smirk spread across his face. Sure, he was a virgin, but a virgin draconis is much different than one of all other species. Alex already knew by instinct much more than someone of another race would. In a manner, he was already experienced in the art of love making, despite having never done it. A bonus to his race, no doubt.

"What if... we did not go at all?" he suggested slyly, his tail subtlety slithering up her right thigh, tickling her smooth, creamy elven flesh.

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Jakir prayed and meditated for a few minutes before responding to Rosalyn. Using magicks, he cloaked his inner pains, hiding them away so that Rosalyn would not feel them when she touched him. Instead, she would sense what he wanted her to sense, and at the moment it would be comfort and happiness. The High General gingerly grasped Rosalyn's small hands in his large, scarred ones and nuzzled her neck. "Yes, lady Rosalyn? Everything is alright now. You need not worry about suffering through that again..."
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[Layne]

"Didn't go at all? Tsk tsk, naughty Alexhandr," Lynia laughed, squirming a bit as his tail tickled her. She licked his chest and shook her head a little, obviously amused. "We must go, even if it's late. You're the king after all, and you've been talking about this feast all day long and getting me all excited about going. We must," she continued, slowly getting an idea. She paused a moment, then gave him a very wicked grin.


"In fact.." she said slowly, nudging him away and sitting up teasingly. "No more playtime. We can continue this later, after the feast," she announced, laughter in her voice as she stood up from the bed and put her hands on her hips.


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Rosalyn felt completely lost until Jakir came over to her and took her hands. Immediately she clutched his larger hands with her own and shuddered as he nuzzled her. The pain was gone as she regained control of what she was truly feeling - mostly confusion. On top of that, Jakir was radiating a gentle comfort with his touches that reminded her of how tired she was. She shakily curled into him and yawned, bewildered and needy. All she craved was his comfort, which was all she could feel from him right now. Something about that seemed wrong, but she was too disoriented to think about it too hard.


"C-Can we sleep?" she managed to ask, clinging to him still.