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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 9, 2010 1:13:43 GMT -5
Iori's forked tongue slid out from between his parted lips, wrapping around the fruit and Freya's pointer finger, drawing them both into his mouth. He sucked on Freya's finger slightly as he slid the fruit from it.
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Post by clementine on Jun 9, 2010 1:16:14 GMT -5
Freya's eyes widened and he gasped in shock. His body instinctively leaned towards Iori as he soft groan passed his lips. Freya was embarrassed to say that he didn't want to remove his finger from that warm cave.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 9, 2010 1:19:40 GMT -5
Iori's eyes remained locked on Freya as he chewed before he swallowed and stared into the male's eyes. "Delicious," he said with that smile again.
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Post by clementine on Jun 9, 2010 1:22:06 GMT -5
Freya couldn't look away from the dragon's gaze as he held his hand to his chest. He nibbled his lower lip in apprehension. The Reyl knew it was wrong, he was betrothed to another, but he ached for Iori to kiss him, knowing his body was growing wet for the male.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 9, 2010 1:28:03 GMT -5
Iori gravitated towards the male, gently laying a hand on the male's smooth face.
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Post by clementine on Jun 9, 2010 1:31:00 GMT -5
Freya's golden eyes fluttered and his lush lips parted in expectation as he leaned into the male's touch, unable to help himself.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 9, 2010 1:34:17 GMT -5
Iori's lips were against Freya's in the next second, kissing the male slowly and deeply, sighing against his sweet mouth.
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Post by clementine on Jun 9, 2010 1:37:30 GMT -5
A small, pleased sound escaped Freya and he deepened the kiss, his hands coming to rest against the male's chest.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 9, 2010 1:39:44 GMT -5
Iori pulled the male more firmly to him as he kissed him deeply, their tongues mingling.
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Post by clementine on Jun 9, 2010 1:44:23 GMT -5
Freya offered the male a wanton moan as everything slid into place. For a few moments during that deep kiss, everything was perfect. And then, that world shattered when an angry voice boomed from the tent opening.
"Freya, what in Zerca are you doing?" The loud voice of Freya's betrothed, Luka, shook the tent, making the bearer pull violently away from Iori.
"Luka!"
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 9, 2010 7:06:00 GMT -5
Iori ate that moan, sighing into the kiss before he was being pushed back and Freya was gone from his arms. The dragon looked curiously up, eyes stormy with lust and confusion.
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Post by clementine on Jun 9, 2010 13:26:58 GMT -5
Freya was yanked against Luke and the male snarled at Iori. "I should kill you now outsider!" He raged, tightening his grip on his soon to be wife, making Freya cry out. "You're lucky we're in the midst of the Bond Ceremony and that I want a lucky wedding. C'mon Freya."
The young Reyl was pulled from the tent in a jingle of bells, but not before he could throw a pleading, apologetic look over his shoulder to Iori.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 9, 2010 13:38:08 GMT -5
Iori growled as he watched the male being pulled off. What...just happened?
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Post by clementine on Jun 9, 2010 16:25:33 GMT -5
Freya was helplessly pulled over to Luka's temporary tent. The male was from a neighboring Reyl tribe and Freya, being the son of the Chief, was going to be used in a diplomatic marriage to cement their tribes together.
"Just, stay there." Luka stormed, looking violent as he shoved Freya into the confines on the tent before stomping off to try and get Iori kicked out.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jun 9, 2010 16:28:48 GMT -5
Iori shakily stood, heading swaying a little to gain his balance. The prince regained his balance and his manner before he pulled on his jacket baring the Shodan's royal seal as he headed from the tent. He needed to speak to this tribe's leader.
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