"Yours; always."
← City Elf
      A keeping wrap there upon from below his own defined reaches at moment dedicated to his prop would endure the presence there between and bend of slim make sliding up and intersect across the width of his back. Inviting, if not encouraging those dips and weaves of toughened finger pads into the unruly tangles of darkened tresses, emboldening internal flame already well full, and greater then, and hardly within she to refrain from impulse of maw partially split apart, "O'hhh- ...h'a-." without want or able to refrain from that acclimating quiver, trimmed lines dared to entertain modest crescents against flexed backspace-eyes on him, best they could. "Y'hes," spoken once more, albeit with some obvious influencers at play.
← City Elf
      Irrefutably the man as she viewed him most looming above and slipping sweetly stirs therein to honeyed pots sentenced to excessive indulgence and gladly. But mind, it did not stave series of shallow breaths succeeding fateful drags following long awaited entry. "Hhh'- nhhhmh..." spaced, prolonged, and preceding his own, whilst invoked breathing pattern afforded itself extension as racing beats governed hotly flutter alongside inviting splays thereof limbs and stocks respectively. One may come, so too the rest of him, feeding inward on those fragmented chords her brand, that marry of shapes, from starting interlock, to abdomen, and at last--at the breast, taking cushioned swell against asymmetric lay of skin and ornate buckle did Zilyana's arms snake in under.
← City Elf
      Ebon ringlets pooled around crown home to narrow tipped features where she lay, with naught but delight registering in those watchful amber with shadow coming nearest indicative of his descent. Sooner than it had been, but first signed by a pressing stamp telegraphed through some tell left off call-out beyond the blatant nudges of a heavy crown against its flowery vice overflowing with anticipation. T'was every available hope that those eyes may find themselves caught under the spellbinding rove across favorable contours and rises alike, bolstering core temperatures that freckles may fade indefinitely under outer and internal projections of matching pigmentation.
← City Elf
      From ivory stalks amidst pleasant bend aiming kneecaps skyward, to the extend of matching branches reaching for he, and the slender bridge governing the space between them with all its appealing curve to points appropriate. Subtle, albeit not, was the futile vie of lungs for sufficient store and shadows danced still whilst Zilyana wore his cast color in its entirety. Dazzling too under the scarlet beam, off center now token representing itself as a testament to their coupling first most refracted twinkle against those summery distinctions closest to she. Eyes too experienced a similar overlay, albeit eerily all the more breathtaking for it, and the same could be said of Raven, viewed more as sunrise or the sunset with personal preferences gravitating towards the latter. As it alongside, was a time fonder during the day; evening rendezvous were none too far.
← City Elf
      Yes. She'd said, and ah, how that weary face met glow to match his blazing stone leftward; her right, but shrouded in its brilliant shine all the same. Seen higher by that sense of contagious elation, it was little surprise that the spot lent itself over to being perfect for the job; rather ---too good to pass up. Zilyana permitted her transitioned carry and layout with helps of leggy bind staying longest and only easing when the full of her back found itself aligned with plush fabric saving her from multiple inconveniences such as prodding leaf bits, sand, possibly twigs, and grounds too cool for their liking. The air was easier to bypass, but as it stood, and as the distinctively debonair kneeled before his precious sprite this was a sight to inspire warmth from the inside out.
← City Elf
      But they knew, they lived, and triumphed over those obstacles time and again to varying extremes and some of which had mysteriously (re: thankfully) petered out as though a bad dream losing its influence. So let the man plan his constructive course to place icon of hardened bonds unto fingers, and let him do so with splendid choir in his heart and a hearty spring in his step in those coming days. 'haps infect (or worry) those surrounding him with his cheer. Similarly taken along without a speck of protest, the she-elf swimming in seas of desirous intensity and emptied hands longing for fill thereof; thus Zilyana's dexterous grips lead the charge that may land palms against sturdy bulwark where she could find it, and feel along those memorized contours of densely packed muscle and their smoothed encasing.
← City Elf
      A great many instances to serve as point of fact to the argument, but mind, there were also instances where both could maintain to behave as the regular folks and make it through a serious spell with all their pieces intact, and on, so let those naysayers chew on that. Rare, but assuredly they could act as adults when I counted, with their best available to the plate as well --and strived to keep on the up, of course. Those who would call it remarkable knew not the half of it, generous still to say outsiders understood a quarter of the lovers' potential. These persons could not, for this bond made in Love's weave was unique to the two of them despite its outer trappings of average lovestruck fools.
← City Elf
      The possibility of 'no' did not possess a snowball's chance in Hell or, in catering to presently accounted: the Desier continent's fabled hotspot. Although it had not been without its proficiency in stunning the little woman temporarily, the reasons were all of the right ones. And so what if the insistency for a repeat fell on the same breaths as those budding, blooming, and spreading lustful wildfires between mingling shapes? One such would remind that these sorts of habits befitted the pair, and that, so long as it didn't prove to dampen any such mood more than what was natural occurrence --this too -- was very much them. Fie on regulations, for they could scarcely enforce the limitations on themselves for too long.
← City Elf
      Again and again it had been said, yet within those glimmering pools of gold there was intent and willingness most of all to say it countless times more if need be; regardless of need, really --the she-elf was set on this reality now open to her definitely. Unconventional to the last, but this was their way, and any who presumed able to change them may find greater chance of success altering a leopard's spots, and Zilyana would have them no other way. What was she to do with a flashy proposition? Raven knew his fiery little executive best, clearly; for he chose venue promising the greatest payout in his favor and one that the wild-haired elf was bound to appreciate in no uncertain terms. It was spontaneous, to the point, and foolish to not act on when the deck was stacked in favor to such daunting affects.
→ City Elf
Though taut skin binding the corpulent wedge pulled back by way of an instinctive seize, he plunged, sinking until he may marry buckle to bosom and brand her by the bite from a conductive star. Kissed from alloys, staked by stone, now subject of claim as arms meant to prop himself above thought best to fold themselves at the 'bow and cross forearms against her mantle, reaching fingers to yet again twist themselves by insert in her mane. "H'hhouh... Darl-h'in'...nhfh..." Stray locks hanging to frame him part ways, acclimating in her vice before succumbing to those immutable impulses to rock, pulling himself along textured recesses to stoke the furies of long (by his claim of it) since carried.
→ City Elf
Dragging tip curved to sweeten the ceiling foremost in frictions kept through secretions still, the roughened edges of his jawline dipped to free one prolonged, hotly groan free of wariness. "Uhn'...n'auhh..." Slowly, he teased the whole of a length at sure stiffen by a series of rocks upon his knees, drawing sensations snug against nerves threaded into the trench's shallows, permitting she suckle girth by its broad point and welcome his ensuing in-feed. Steadily, as he cast carmine glares from a surging chest and the hang of his enamored eyes down toward those an incline further, answers reaffirmed and urge to meet her fixed. Sidling in, tunneling through grips though as sopping velvet, Raven's brawn prevailed as he canted his hover and sought station within the she-elf's every available limb. "Mnh-ffh..."
→ City Elf
Boots, the limp hang-on of a garment's sleeve; these were corners cut absentmindedly in his haste to give himself whole to his beloved. Strand binding what core locks were compliant enough to remain bundled in his disheveled pouf, and by proxy the anchored feathers of contrasting azure, had been something a little more conscious of a choice that he may weigh his love with both eyes open. Mayhap not as wide as prior banter had established, but let him kick himself one-hundred times over if he stained his future recollections with the overhang of sweat-kissed fringe. This was her Raven as she knew him truest, anyhow, and as he breached the initial ingress of a weeping maw's divine clutch, he hunkered forward in lean that he may better burrow through those closest clings.
→ City Elf
Perish the thought that she may be the only one of two known for their hedonistic indulgences paying blatant gazes toward concealment laid bare. Raven, whose loudest attribute consistent among his convoluted history was his soft (hard?) spot for fairer persuasions, aimed to swallow the she-elf in the yawn of his onlooking oceans. May she fear the pending turbulence not, and cling upon him if her mettle dared wane too much to thrash and writhe against incoming currents. Each provocative squirm under shallow, godly rays accentuating elven alabaster meant to simmer from the inside out saw the full of his stare's wandering rove, eating up pleasant mounds and their pert toppers and all the sylphlike boundaries keeping so fetching a figure. Zilyana's arms, however, shared the distinction of internalized destination, that he may pitch himself forward into root and descend for a recipient's embrace.
→ City Elf
Nigh perpendicular with an inviting spread pleading welcome before the rigid scepter poised above and between patella crumpling the autumn's fall where they dug in straddle over their scant throw. Affected by the silent beckon hither, it seemed, pulsations jetting up its branching wraps to see the starved sea-side mast clench into bob independently of an occasional breeze. A vulgar bow in its erected aim curving the hefty underbelly in toward admiration in amber, reinforced by up-running stalk posed as centerpiece within its robust shape. 'haps a convenient guiding line from the heavens that bore him toward the profound wash of flush overtaking its dome through crinkled nerves wrought in spurring buzz; red hot, were it not for the natural shades darkening the flare to better suit those telling, secondary hues oft' worn as dyes in the fibers of a spacious overcoat.
→ City Elf
Hence the highs of uplift, the fervor of his take, and an insistence unrelenting, all to the end of consummating even just the agreement of paths yet to converge together toward end time. Not hard to imagine why this manner of christening came forth as abrupt as it had, former advocates for the numbness found in a heady toast hardly likely disinclined to upturn twin shot glasses where the fuel of emotional overwhelm may heighten each of the active senses to better brand their coupling in time. There, by the trunk where tearful confessions first fell to quench each underlying seed parched for such unconditional nourishment, they should grace the soil again and foster their newest sprouts by the richer perspiration conjured from ardent effort.
→ City Elf
That he may feel a nova in his gem-socketed hollow that outshines any radiant burst from the symbolic star's core, or a wholeness to supersede that of a heart long since lost --this was the impetus that saw mummers become men, stripped of sheets garish or ruined, shining on as his unadulterated self. See too how he knelt upon his alter of devotion, wholly taken by the magnificence of treasures marred in their own brands of tragic rough, captivated by every contour, undulation, and imparted imperfection that made up the she-elf born to Denerim's slum. None knew the value toiling there like he, a senior guildsman's eye for fortune second to none, with Raven's crossed stars finally unraveling that he may claim a score the likes of which all planes intertwined had ever known.
→ City Elf
Outright gluttonous for the incessant reminder of Zilyana's very being, even as her raunchier perfumes seeped into his head or the smack of her avid tongue yet tingling on his, he could would and should always yearn for more. Newly recorded peaks to a fascination that -- remarkably -- continued to thrive in spite of beautiful regularity, as though when put under the Imperial knife for reconstruction, they had forgotten to secure an appetite knocked from whatever limiters strapped it into reasonable security. Not so imaginative, do mind the full truth of the matter in fiction's stead; t'was simply love and all the notion saw fit to encompass given the tenacity of their hardened bonds.
→ City Elf
A flurry of pigments for pools too close to capture their distinctive subject in their fullest glory, and yet what scraps of likeness he could garner under the haze of residual mists were unequivocally hers. Be they the responsive rush to engulf specks of freckle in the color de rosa, or the unruly twists decorated in plumage and teased out of their typical disproportion, it had been those comforting glows gleaming out from their weakened lids that tied the abstract gaze and steal the full of Raven's focus whilst he tended to self-gratifying bucks and a strip's slight shimmy.