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Wench smiled at Lucien. "It's been lovely so far, and I can only imagine it will get better still." She turned slightly into a thermal that lifted her higher. "I don't dare fly as close as you, Lucine, my dear. My glider can't quite flap, after all." Wench laughed, and began to ride a thermal upwards in a slow spiral.
"Wench," Vale called. "We should turn back, and land soon, before we worry the staff unduly."
Vale was surprised when Wench only nodded, and fell in behind him for a change.
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Sand looked into the lovely face, and nuzzled the black and blue hair. "I would rather hold you tonight, Kansas, if you do not mind." Sand reached between them and carefully removed the nipple clamps, kissing each swollen nub in turn. "You were so delicious, and I only worried because I feared I had pushed you too far. Satoshi did warn me to be careful." Sand kissed Kansas, as chastely as the younger man had kissed him. Then he pulled the soft sheets over them both, gathering Kansas close to him and resting his cheek against the thick soft hair.
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Vale wanted desperately to close his eyes in case Wench took it into her head to try and imitate the red dragon disciple as he flew with careless ease. Fortunately, Wench's madness seemed to incorporate the odd lucid moment, because she merely dove after the man as he skimmed over the ocean. Vale himself hung back, staying higher aloft in case Wench decided to attempt a sea landing. Vale was not entirely sure what he could do from up here, but it seemed wiser than both of them winding up in the ocean.
Vale did have to chuckle a little as he watched Lucien flirt with Wench. He almost pitied the man, if Wench decided to take him up on one of those offers he dangled so temptingly. Wench had some interesting notions of fun, and most of them would have given an incubus pause, but Sand and Vale were happy enough. Lucien did not have the centuries of life to fall back on that the elves did, though....
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Sand growled as Kansas sucked the blood from his tongue, and slammed into the younger man as hard as he could. As Kansas's cum started pulsing out, Sand incresed his tempo even more, his balls so painfully tight that he thought he would scream himself. He felt that sweet tight ass clamp down around him, and it was all over for Sand. White light exploded behind his eyes, and he felt like fire was shooting out of his cock as he spent himself in the slim body beneath him. With a final shudder, Sand slumped onto the bed, pulling Kansas over to one side with him and plundering his mouth as the blood from the younger man's shoulder smeared across his chest.
It took a moment before the elf could focus enough to untie the velvet cord and free Kansas's wrists.
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Wench looked over at Lucien as he paralleled her in her second flight. She tossed her head back, laughter spilling forth. "Red dragon disciples get all the fun, don't they?" Wench twisted her body and dipped into a turn. "I love this, I love this, I LOVE THIS!" she shrieked.
Vale looked at Lucien. "She's quite mad, you know. I still wouldn't leave her, but she's definitely insane."
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Sand heard the pleading as the words tumbled from Kansas, and he dipped in to grind his belly against Kansas's straining cock at the same time as he sank his teeth into the younger man's shoulder, this time definitely hard enough to draw blood. Sand's own balls were tightening, and he groaned as he thrust as hard as he could into Kansas.
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Vale thought he would actually be ill for a moment as his feet left the sand and a powerful thermal lifted him into the air behind Wench. He could hear her wordless scream of pure exhilaration as Wench began a graceful turn. Vale was quite sure she had not been listening to that part of the instruction, since he distinctly recalled someone nibbling his ear right about that time. Perhaps it was instinctive, or perhaps Wench was truly given to wanton disregard for personal safety, as she frequently claimed. And perhaps Sand was right, and Wench was simply, gloriously mad.
It didn't matter, though. The blond elf managed to turn as well, carefully following Wench as best he could. Wench, in the meantime, was experimenting with various techniques in control, and delighted shrieks followed each accomplishment. Wench's first landing, however, was anything but graceful, although she did not seem to care at all. Vale managed slightly better, perhaps due to innate elven grace, and he hurried to her side, only to find that she was laughing so hard that tears were running down her face.
"You're mad, do you know that?" Vale said, his heart pounding.
Wench pulled Vale's face to hers and kissed him hard. "I certainly hope so, my dear. Now, let's go. I want to do it again!"
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Sand, utterly relieved, leaned forward, his own smile just as devilish as he nipped at Kansas's throat while tugging sharply on the nipple clamps. Sand pulled back slowly, and thrust forward again, trusting to the unguent to ease his passage enough to provide an acceptable level of pain. It must have been working, because Kansas moaned very loudly, straining his hips upward in an effort to press himself against the elf. Sand chuckled wickedly, avoiding the full pressure that Kansas craved, but thrusting forward sharply enough to make the younger man scream again.
It was a delicious dance, this thrusting and nipping and tugging, but Sand wanted more. He wanted to see Kansas lose all control, and utterly abandon himself to the moment. The elf shifted his angle to slide across Kansas' prostate, using one hand to twist a clamp at the same time. Pain and pleasure, all mingled into a symphony that made Sand ache for release. He wanted a little more from Kansas, though, just a bit more before he would let them both finish, at least this first round.
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Sand realized that Kansas was actually afraid, which was further than Sand had wanted to go. He had been willing to play with pain, and a little blood, but this was too far, and the elf froze. All he could offer for the moment was words, since he was literally afraid to move and hurt the younger man even more.
"Breathe, Kansas, and try to relax. I will wait. When you are ready for more, shift your hips." Sand watched to see if the fear had subsided. He leaned in slowly, playing lightly with the cut on Kansas's lip, flicking at it with his tongue. He murmured something unintelligible, and the vial of Pitt's unguent floated over. "Dear gods, Sand, you are a wizard. You could at least remember that once in a while." Sand carefully applied a small amount of the unguent to Kansas's sphincter, hoping it would ease some of the pain. Then he settled himself carefully to wait, stroking Kansas's tattooed thighs.
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Sand absolutely groaned at the sight of the dragons, the color and detail beautiful. Elves often delighted in tattoos, although Sand had never gotten one, and he was surprised by how shy Kansas seemed to be. But when Kansas began to beg, Sand found himself losing all control. He all but tore the briefs from Kansas, and cupped the firm ass in his hands, squeezing the round cheeks roughly.
"Are you sure?" Sand asked, but it was largely a rhetorical question. Kansas was all but frantic with need, and making him wait was a cruelty Sand was not capable of showing. He paused only long enough to smear the pre-cum beading the head of his cock with a thumb before pressing himself against Kansas's puckered opening. The elf locked eyes with the younger man before he breached him, burying himself fully in Kansas in one wicked thrust.
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As soon as the instruction was complete, Wench was tugging Vale and dragging him out of the room. "Please, please, my sorcerer!" Wench was laughing now, as she headed for the bright gliders. "I sat through all that. I was even polite, and I passed the quiz. I want to fly now!"
Vale could not help but laugh with her as Wench tugged him. He let her choose gliders for them both, and patiently strapped himself in and waited to be checked. When they were finally waved off, all he could do was follow Wench as she ran across the dune and, in an act of reckless abandon, flung herself into the winds, to lift and soar across the sand.
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Sand chuckled, delighted at the wanton response. He ran his fingers lightly over Kansas's hipbones, tracing the tattoos. He undid the shorts and slid them down, tossing them aside as carelessly as he had the rest of Kansas's clothing. Then Sand straddled the young man, peeling off his kilt and leaning down to catch thin wrists between one hand. A velvet cord hung from the bedpost, and Sand deftly bound Kansas's wrists, keeping his arms stretched over his head. He made sure the rope was tight, but no enough to threaten circulation.
Sand looked at Kansas, stretched out beneath him, and chuckled again. He leaned down, and nipped along Kansas's jawbone, and down his throat. He was careful not to break skin or leave a lasting mark, but the rosy bites would last long enough to arouse them both. Kansas writhed in pleasure as Sand tugged on the nipple clamps again before scraping his teeth down Kansas's stomach. Sand veered to bite along one sharp hipbone, following the tattoo to the imp's inner thigh, where the elf bit a little harder. His own cock was rock hard, but he wanted to build Kansas up a little longer before he took him. The imp had waited long enough and deserved not to be rushed.
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Sand allowed a small smile to show as he watched Kansas nod eagerly. The young man was so charmingly compliant, and Sand made a mental note to ask Willow where she found such intriguing companions. His smile seemed to make Kansas even more eager, to Sand's delight.
"Hop on the bed, sweet thing." Sand watched as Kansas jumped onto the large bed, sitting there and waiting to be instructed as to the proper position. Gods, but he was delicious! "Why not remove your foot coverings?" Sand suggested, joining Kansas on the bed. Kansas tossed the socks onto the floor. "Now, lay back, Kansas."
Kansas flopped back, the bulge in his shorts prominent. Sand leaned over and sucked on one nipple, teasing it with his teeth and pulling on it until it stood up firmly. He then affixed a clamp to the erect nub, watching as both pain and pleasure danced across Kansas's sweet features. Sand repeated the process with the second nipple, and then tugged on the clamps sharply to make sure they were properly affixed. As Kansas let out a yelp, Sand leaned in to kiss those soft pink lips again, once again nipping sharply enough to draw a little blood. Sand kissed the blood away, making sure Kansas got a good glimpse of it before licking it away.
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I never responded to this, because I'm not a writer. I'm certainly one of the older peeps around here though.
November 1961, which makes me 49.Things I remember -
The first moonwalk, and all of us crowded around the television (black & white) watching that moment in history
Eight track tapes
Sinclair gas stations (remember the dinosaur?)
getting a transistor radio
All of the above, plus my first reel-to-reel tape player! I still have a rather large collection of vinyl records (note to self - buy usb turntable!). I remember go-go boots (oh, dear gods...). I've been proudly blowing up motherboards since DOS was young.
Hopefully, I'll have a lot more to remember as I go on! -
Sand led Kansas up the stairs to the forbidden third floor, already reviewing his options. The sweetly innocent look Kansas had given him was most enticing, and Sand was eager to see how compliant the little imp would prove. Satoshi's warning did remain paramount in his mind. While Kansas enjoyed some pain, he was not unbreakable, and Sand planned to exercise caution. Elves were much more resilient, and some of the games he played with Vale would undoubtedly be too rough for this sweet imp.
Sand closed the door firmly, pretending not to notice the wistful looks Kansas gave to the other doors across the hall. The vampire was there, Sand knew, and Kansas seemed impossibly attracted to him. Sand was not entirely sure, but his Wench's friend, the dark knight in the room next door, seemed to crave similar sustenance. Sand did not intend to permit either of them to feast on Kansas, though, not tonight, and not without Willow's express permission. There were things one did not do, after all.
But, oh,the things that one could do...
"Come here." Sand kept his face expressionless and his tone stern. He had not taught in the Academy of Neverwinter for nothing, and if he could intimidate a class of budding mages, he could certainly cow this eager young man. Kansas seemed to shiver with pleasure at being addressed so sternly, and hurried over to kneel in front of the elf.
"Stand." Sand slid the hoodie off Kansas's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as he examined the buckles on the tight tank top. Sand's fingers made short work of the buckles, and the tank top followed the hoodie to the floor. Sand paused to run his fingers over the smooth skin that was revealed, and then he leaned down and nipped one pert nipple sharply. Kansas whimpered, happy that the elf understood that he needed the pain.
"The boots. Take them off." Sand watched as the spiked boots were quickly removed and tossed aside. "Very good. Now, look up at me."
Sand looked at Kansas's beautiful eyes, shining with eagerness. "Bring me the velvet bag from the table." Sand watched Kansas's firm ass as the young man hurried over to grab the bag and bring it back. Sand took the bag, and rummaged in it for a moment, pausing to fun his thumb over Kansas's nipple. "These, I think." Sand reached into the bag and withdrew a set of jeweled clips. The teeth were slightly rounded, the metal gleaming. "I think you would prefer these to the padded ones, yes? Oh, and I do not mind if you speak. In fact, I prefer it."
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"Please, Wench, just listen to the instructors," Vale insisted. "This is not going to be a very enjoyable vacation if you get hurt."
"Pfft. Don't we have healers?" Wench laughed, looking at the bright gliders eagerly.
"Ma'am, the instruction is mandatory." The young man who was in charge frowned slightly. "Your safety is paramount."
Wench frowned right back at him, but subsided, and proceeded to do her best to ignore the instructions, instead dwelling on how marvelous it was going to be to experience the sensation of soaring free. Vale, however, paid rapt attention, not sharing his Wench's reckless nature. He managed to ignore Wench's hand as she played with his hair, curling the pale locks around her finger and tugging gently.
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Sand looked at Satoshi, charmed by the blush on the green-haired man's face. "I had thought to, if you do not mind. It seems he has been a very good imp, and knelt for quite some time. He did indicate that it was permitted for me to play with him."
Sand's tone makes it clear that he would very much dislike being denied, and he turns to Kansas. "To me, little imp." Sand holds out an imperious hand, clearly expecting compliance. "I think we will go to my room. My dear Wench brought some toys that you might find amusing. A word of caution, little one. My room is on the third floor, but you are not to leave my room and go into any other. The punishment for disobedience will not be nearly as enjoyable as the games we will play if you behave..."
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Wench hopped out of the car, her hair slightly windblown and her face alight with anticipation. "Hurry, Vale! I can't wait to try this!"
Vale took a little longer to get out of the car, waiting for the infernal thing to growl to life again and roll him over. Teleportation was so much more practical, but Wench had informed him that it was not permitted.
"What exactly are we doing?" Vale asked.
Wench was busy pulling her white hair back into a ponytail. "Do you see those large fabric kites? We are going to strap those on, jump off a dune, and fly."
Vale blinked. "We are?"
"We are, my sorcerer, without magic. The winds will lift us, and we will glide like birds." Wench looked positively delighted at the prospect. "And look! There's Anesor, with Casavir and Bishop!" Wench grabbed his hand and began to tug Vale along.
Vale looked at his Wench, and then at the people she had pointed out. Perhaps the paladin would prove to be more sensible that his Wench...
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Sand, startled, grabs hold of Kansas to prevent his falling. "Dear gods, how long were you kneeling? No, do not answer." Sand pulls Kansas onto the couch, and begins to massage his painfully cramped legs. Sand's slim fingers are surprisingly strong, and he digs them firmly into the knotted muscles, knowing that he is probably causing as much pain as he is relieving, but needing to ease the younger man's agony somehow. Kansas is writhing, but there is also a definite bulge pressing against Sand's leg, and the elf finds himself responding.
Kansas's muscles still feel tight, and Sand's eyes light on the unguent Pitt had provided. Sand quickly smears some on his hands and resumes his massage, and the muscles slowly respond, easing under his insistent pressure. Kansas is whimpering now, and the elf turns him over deftly, noting how he avoids eye contact. Sand wonders if that was one of the instructions given to the imp, and decides not to contradict that one for now.
"Nod yes or no: are you permitted to play?" Sand asks, his voice stern.
Kansas wriggles and nods, still careful to look away.
"Well, then," Sand drawls. "I wonder just how accommodating you can be?"
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Sand came drifting back in, feeling pleasantly well-used. His penance with Pitt had been interesting, to say the least, and he debated trying for another misdemeanor just to see what else she would come up with to correct him.
Sand was mildly surprised to see Kansas on his knees in the sitting area, crouched by the couch and whining slightly to himself. The elf paused to regard the young man, noticing the desperation in his eyes as he peered up through his blue and black hair.
"Well, little imp," Sand drawled. "Are you being punished yet again? What have you done this time, hmm?" The elf doesn't wait for an answer, instead reaching down to pull Kansas to his feet. Sand is surprised to find that Kansas is his height, although the elf still managed to appear taller somehow. Sand slides a hand through the imp's thick hair, and pulls him into a searing kiss, nipping sharply at Kansas's lower lip and drawing a little blood. The imp's eyes widened as Sand licked the blood away, blue eyes glittering as they slowly darkened in anticipation.
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Wench and Vale dressed in leather pants and long sweaters against the morning chill, and after a quick breakfast, they headed off to try the hang gliding. Wench was particularly intrigued by the idea of flinging herself into the air and just soaring on the currents. Vale had a few reservations about the whole thing, not the least of which was that he could not heal anything by magic.
"I wonder if any of the others will decide to try this," Wench wondered aloud as she slid into the car Henry had so graciously brought around for her. Vale clambered in, careful to affix his seat belt. He had never been in a car prior to this vacation, and he had not known that his Wench could even operate such an infernal thing. She seemed quite at ease, though, and Vale gradually relaxed.
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Wench woke earlier than she thought she would, perhaps due to the fact that she had one one playmate the night before. She gave a mental shrug, since Sand really had brought it on himself by not thinking to inquire about Pitt's remedy. A high level of intelligence often bred a high level of arrogance, something Wench knew only too well. She could not help but chuckle, though, wondering how her sarcastic and terminally dominant elf had fared with Pitt. The change would do him good.
Vale stirred, coming out of reverie and pulling Wench in closer to him. "Mmm, I'm sore and hungry, and very, very content," the blond sorcerer murmured. "Let's have another shower and find food, do you think?"
Wench laughed and sat up. "You'll miss the shower most of all when we're gone, won't you?"
"It's big enough to play in," Vale agreed, grinning. "You might have thought about that yourself when you bought your home."
That earned Vale a light smack on his rear as he slid out of bed, and he smirked at Wench as he sauntered off to indulge his fixation with water and lather and shampoo.
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As Wench and Vale make their way upstairs, Wench sees Sand and Satoshi, curled around Kansas in the sitting area. The green-haired man looks peaceful, a small smile playing on his lips, and he has his arms firmly around Kansas. The younger man -- Wench cannot help thinking of him as the imp -- looked equally peaceful, and Sand has relaxed enough to slip into reverie, his eyes open but unfocused. Sand has slipped back into his kilt in deference to his current location, but the sleek muscles of his chest stir a pang of longing in Wench.
Vale paused long enough to speak with one of Pitt's servants. "Sand will be accompanying Miss Pitt at daybreak. Perhaps a warm sweater might be found for him?"
Wench held out her hand and took Vale upstairs to bed, and eventually to sleep.
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Sand looked at Vale and Wench and chuckled. "Enjoy it, lover. She is almost never this amenable, our Wench. I do believe the vacation is relaxing her after all."
"Pity you wore yourself out already," Vale retorted, grinning at his longtime lover. "If you hadn't been so greedy to try all those metal bits..." He let his voice drift off.
Sand looked down at Satoshi. "It was worth it," the moon elf said. "You do not like to play as fiercely as I do."
Wench chuckled at little. "I'll miss that fierceness tonight, my wizard. Still, make sure you get enough rest for tomorrow morning. Pitt has a firmer hand than I do."
"I think I will take Satoshi and this little imp, and find a place to curl up," Sand said, standing carefully. "I will no doubt see you whenever you drift down for breakfast. Would you take my kilt and toss it over my shoulder? I am sure I will need it in the morning."
Vale hopped out of the hot tub and found Sand's kilt, and draped it over the other elf's shoulder. Kansas gathered up Satoshi's robe and his boots, and padded after Sand, giving Wench a careful berth He still wasn't sure he trusted the white haired woman at all.
Vale held out his hand to Wench. "Why don't we dry off and go see the bonfire?"
Older writers?
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DG, I was pretty surprised myself, and honestly, I didn't even put my age at first because I was so sure I was the odd duck out! But I'm proudly flying the birthday now, so...
And to add to Dany's list, since I remember all of her list...
I watched the World Trade Center go up when I was in college (such a NY wench I am), and I was holding my toddler boy when I watched it go down...