The Run Down [Samari -Semi-Mature]

[Wesku]

Iggent kissed Samari like his life depended on it. He had been repressing the feelings of his wher for the entire time, but now they wanted to run rampet. Pulling back, Iggent regained control of himself. This girl was young and new to the Run. He wasn't going to scare her any more than necessary.

"Samari? Can you focus? I'm here. I'm not going to leave."

The Bronze handler stroked his callused finger-tips across he forehead in a tender and comforting gesture. She seemed warmer than usual, but he probably was too.

[Samari]

Samari nodded once, and wrapped her arms tightly around Iggent's shoulders. She kissed him back. The return kiss was hot and needy. She felt the desire from her Gold running through her body without anything holding it back. She wanted him to ravage her body, despite the fact that she had never been touched in that way before.




"Iggent..I've never done anything sexual before...never been touched in an intimate way..and I don't expect you to be gentle. I know that this type experience is rough and unforgiving."

[Wesku]

Iggent shook his head at her words, and continued a gentle exploration of her face. His hands were light and brief, never lingering on one place to long.

"A wher handler's reaction to the Run has the capacity to be a lot gentler than the rider's reaction to the Flight. Although, our emotions are not as subtle and watered down like the ones you experience when your flit Flies, they can still be reigned in considerably. Just breath, focus. You'll still feel the urge but it will be manageable."

Iggent leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead. There was a fine layer of sweat there, but that was to be expected. This was her fist time after all. Pulling back to cup his hand under her chin and lift her face towards his, Iggent looked at her. He just looked at her. He was showing her that she could control herself, that she was strong. He wanted her, but she would have to make the decision of her own accord, not because the heat of the moment overcame her.

[Samari]

Samari whimpered and pulled Iggent towards her bed. She pressed her lips to his and threaded her fingers through his hair. She didn't care what Samarsk's emotions did to her, she wanted this. She made it clear by pressing her hips against his in a demanding fashion.




"I know I could control it if I wanted, but I don't want to. I want it to be pure and raw, like it is supposed to be!"

[Wesku]

Iggent shook his head, and placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back. If she kept doing bold things like that, she just may get her wish. Wrestling down his own rising desires, Iggent tried reason once more.

"Look, rough is for after your first time. Rough is for after you've become accustomed to gentle. Did you know that most female riders on Pern are expected to bed someone before their Flight so that the experience won't traumatize them. You don't have to do that because you can work your way up without having to bed before a Run. I won't hurt you, not even at your own demands. Not yet at least."

He gave her a small smile and pulled her closer. He wrapped his arms around her smaller frame and just held her there.

[Samari]

Samari frowned and stared straight into his eyes.




"So you mean to say you wouldn't listen to my wishes, no matter how seductive I may get? I just might have to test that."



Samari shed herself out of her loose green dress to reveal a strapless bra and boi-short style panties. Both undergarments were a blood red to match her hair. Her bust and hips were well developed, despite her age.



"You wanna deny me now?"

[Wesku]

Growling, Iggent looked up and down her figure. She had a magnificent body. Iggent shook his head to clear it. This girl was a virgin. He couldn't just throw her down on the floor. Although she seemed to be daring him to do just that.

He sighed and looked up at her again. She had her jaw squared, as if they were facing off, even though Iggent didn't think she was aware of it. Perhaps it was time to play coy with her. Let's see how she would react to his tease.

Iggent reached out and snagged her arm. He pulled her closer and slammed his mouth into hers. His tongue swept against her lips swiftly, and he brushed his hip against the side of hers briefly. Then he was gone, retreated to the other side of the dig with a casual demeanor and an uninterested expression.

He sat down in one of the empty chairs and crossed his legs.

[Samari]

Samari snarled and pounced on Iggent. Her breath came as raspy and desperate intervals. She pressed her body hard against him, moaning softly in his ear.




"Don't test me. I will express what I need in any way necessary."




She nibbled on his ear and ground her nethers against his, whimpering with desire.



"Come on Iggent...You can't resist forever."

[Wesku]

Iggent tumbled out of the chair with Samari on top of him. She seemed intent on seeing how far she could push him. His ear was a fine place to tease, but it wasn't his most sensitive. His groin was responding a little to much for his liking. He was trying to hold her off, not be taken advantage of himself.

Using his more powerful body, Iggent flipped their positions until she was lying beneath him. The he hooked both of her arm above her head with a sweeping motion. Once he had her properly pinned, Iggent lifted his waist out of her reach. He was going to hold her there all day if necessary.

"I said no."

[Samari]

Samari snarled. She expressed all of her frustration and anger in that single snarl. She needed him. Why was he being so anal about how he went about it?!





"Why deny what you really desire?"



Samari reached one hand around and unhooked her bra, letting it fall on to his chest. She lifted herself up and tossed the bra to the side. She let him observe before pressing herself forcefully against him. She ran her tongue all over his lips, whimpering with her great need.

[Wesku]

Iggent pulled back. His hand once more capturing her rogue extremity. He straddled her legs and just sat there. She was incredibly beautiful, but he had more self-control than that. Chuckling low in his throat, Iggent looked down at her.

"Who said I was denying anything? I will get what I want in the end. You. There is no dispute there. I'm just going to get you in my way, not yours. Even if you were to get loose, how would you force me to be forceful? Even when aroused, I can be gentle. I will be gentle. There is a lot of violence in my past, but none of it has stemmed from the bedroom."

Grinning, Iggent just held her there. Struggle as she like, Iggent was determined to win.

[Samari]

Samari lashed out with her teeth. She sunk them into his shoulder. Enough teasing! She released him a few minutes later.




"No. You will tease me no longer! Next time I bite, I won't be so gentle. TAKE ME DAMMIT!"




She snarled fiercely. She wouldn't take any crap from a Bronze handler who thought he would get things in his way. She wasn't about to stand for that.

[Wesku]

Iggent let her bite him, he didn't even try to dodge. He knew there would be a bruise there later, but that didn't faze him. He remained an impassive figure looming over her. His face was set into hard lines, as if he was disapproving of her actions, but his eyes sparkled with mirth.

"Rabid are we, biting when we don't get our way? I said no rough."

Iggent leaned down and gently licked and sucked at her neck. His teeth scraping her collarbone lightly at one point before he pulled back. Then he leaned in again and ghosted his lips down her cheek and over one of her eyelids.

"Rough always ends to soon anyway."

[Samari]

Samari whined and pulled Iggent closer to her.




"Iggent, if you don't do SOMETHING soon, I'm gonna go crazy! Please!"




Tears started to form at the edge of her eyes as she pleaded with the Bronze handler that was bonded to Iggesk. Her green eyes sparkled with the desire and need that Samari experienced.

[Wesku]

Iggent flipped them over again. He was now lying with his back against the cold floor. He couldn't stand to see a pretty girl cry.

"Take the lead, but if you try to rush things or use force or make me use force, I will flip us right back over. I don't condone pain in the bedroom."

With that, Iggent dropped his head back against the cool floor and went limp.

[Samari]

Samari flipped them over again. She wasn't going to take charge. That was Iggent's job.




"Iggent. You're supposed to take charge. This is the one time when Bronze controls Gold...Don't make me do something I have no idea how to do...."




She kissed his cheek and waited for him to come back to his senses.

[Wesku]

Iggent looked down at Samari. Really, did this girl want him to harm her? Iggesk's feeling had been burning at him for so long, but he had tried to stay true to his morals. Morals were seeming less and less important at the moment and he didn't like that. He hated losing control. Losing control got you killed, caught, or maimed.

Snarling, Iggent finally gave in. Tearing down the mental barrier he had erected between Iggesk's mind and his own, Iggent let the wash of dark lust and feral need overtake him completely. The girl had asked for this. He would remind her of that in the morning.

Iggent leaned down and bit Samari's neck as a show of his dominance over her. He straddled her waist and ground down, hard. One of his hands locked hers arms above her head and out of his way. Then he proceeded to bite, nip, and bruise whatever he could get his mouth on.

[Samari]

Samari gasped in surprise. Finally he took control!




"Iggent...Mmm...Finally."



Samari slid her panties off her hips and tossed them into the floor. She tugged Iggent's clothing and whined.



"Come on...I'm more exposed than you."



She needed him, that was no doubt.

[Wesku]

Iggent growled at Samari. She would get him when he said so and not a moment before. As punishment for her actions, Iggent bit down on the soft flesh of her stomach. The smooth flat expanse of silk was warm and soft, nothing like his scarred and pock-marked body. Iggent worked his tongue into her navel and lavished the flesh there for a bit before moving up towards her collar bone again. He was deliberately avoiding anything too sensitive. It wouldn't do to reward her before she had earned it.

Iggent decided she had learned her lesson and lifted him self up enough to rip his shirt over his head and fling it off to the side. His body was muscled and well toned, but marred with scars from whips, chains, and claw marks he had received as a child.

[Samari]

Samari traced one finger along the scars on Iggent's chest. She purred seductively as his tongue traced her stomach




"Tease...You really wanna irritate me to the point Samarsk won't pick Iggesk cuz you annoyed me? She could do that you know..."




She sent that mental message to Samarsk. Her golden wher responded with a groggy affirmative.

[Wesku]

Iggent shivered at her touch. His body was so sensitive, an effect of ignoring it for so long. The Bronze handler only listened to Samari with half of his attention. The other half was focused on removing his belt. Why he'd chosen today of all days to wear a belt was beyond his lust addled brain. Growling triumphantly as he slid the infernal thing off, Iggent flung it somewhere without a second thought. He had been intent on playing a little more, but now he agreed with the young Gold handler. He had too much clothing on.