Az Ste Komba Raun

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo

vallier

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Azgeda. That was who he was. Vallier kom Azgeda. It had taken time, but he finally acknowledged it. He couldn't say that he remembered anything . . . but he had accepted it. Having no recollection of his past, was terrifying. Of course he had not expressed that. Warriors did not speak of such things. But he couldn't help but feel it. Deep, deep down anyway. He had been conditioned to suppress all emotion and he would not betray the nature of a true warrior. Besides, among that and his training, he had gained the favor of their queen.

Before, he had apparently blended in the background considering no one remembered him. But now . . . he was standing out. And surely that would not be a bad thing. A lot of it was due to one particular fellow clan member: Echo. She had been the one to find him, and teach him . . . or re-teach him was the more accurate term.

The two had grown close and today was one of the first times they had ventured outside the village in only each other's company. They were tasked to hunt, but as they moved deeper into the terrain, it was clear that there was a storm coming. "We must find shelter." Because they were not going to be able to make it back to the village before the storm picked up. "Hunt after." Because they would not return empty handed either. They still had some time but Vallier did not want to waste it. They should use it looking for appropriate shelter to pass the storm.

[Echo]

Echo tilted her hood out of the wind to help make sure she stayed warm. This was going to be a short trip and she was already annoyed about it. Vallier was one of Nia's growing favorites, and she had looked for this chance to work with him. He had not remembered anything when they had been given him, but as fast as he was picking things up, their healer said it was memories coming back rather then him learning. Echo wasn't sure which one it was, but he was standing strong now. Perhaps he was from one of the out villages, or even funnier--he could be tree nation and their healer had not known it, thus sent him here and now they were making him better!

He told her they should find shelter, and she looked around for markers. Storms like this twisted one's ability to tell which way you were going. In the trees, about two men high were little bits of red glass. If you could see two of them then you were on the right track. They'd lead them to a cave. "This is the way." She told him, speaking up over the growing wind, and starting to walk that way. Vallier was right, and she knew it. The storm would be picking up quickly. In the city everyone would be inside. They lost a few warriors and hunters every year to these storms.

It took them longer to get tot he cave then it should have since the wind and thick snow slowed them down, but Echo collected tree branches and sticks along the way. They could make a fire and make sure they didn't freeze in this. Once she was in the cave enough that movement was easy she shook off the snow, and looked back to make sure he was following. Once she saw him, she laughed at how the snow had frozen in his hair, but then turned to walk deeper into the cave. It was one of the safe ones. It didn't lead to a tunnel, so there were no reapers or anything to surprise them. Dropping her sticks, she pulled the what she needed to start a fire out of her pocket and began working. "We will put the fire between us, and the opening." She told him. He sometimes knew too much and nothing at the same time. So she often had taken to explaining the simple things, but learning the big things from him.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo

vallier

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Vallier didn't question nor dispute Echo's direction. He simply followed her. His lacking memories also meant that he held no knowledge of the terrain and their whereabouts. Echo's scouting experience gave them a massive advantage. For that, he was relieved. But he also never doubted her capabilities. She was strong. A true warrior. He silently followed, seeing her collecting sticks and he did the same, as they could never have enough. Who knew how long they would have to wait out this storm for. When they reached the cave, it seemed to be in the perfect time, for that was when the storm really began to pick up.

Once inside, she laughed, clearly at his expense. He rolled his eyes at her, a playful gesture -- such ones reserved for when he was only in her company. He felt comfortable enough with her to express such things. He didn't have to put up his warrior front. He could just be, Vallier. Which made him all the more drawn to her. That ease and comfort that he felt around her. He moved his hand to his hair to ruffle out whatever snow and melted flakes, making his hair damp. She instructed that the fire be between them and the door. Vallier stood at the entrance for a moment, getting a feet of which direction the wind was blowing so that it would not put out the fire.

When he determined the appropriate angle, he began to compile their collection of sticks. Most of them were a bit wet, but not soaked. It wouldn't be too difficult to start a fire. "Take off your coat." He wasn't propositioning her . . . though he would be lying if he said that the thought hadn't entered his mind before. And why shouldn't it? She was a beautiful woman. And as he had already established, he felt at ease, relaxed . . . calm when he was around her. He felt like someone, compared to the no one he struggled with on a daily basis. Yet this could never be revealed. "Let it dry by the fire," he further instructed, because keeping the wet fur on would only make her colder.

[Echo]

Once the fire was going, Echo moved closer to it to warm her fingers, toes and noes. They always got cold first. Vallier had thought about the wind all on his own, and Echo didn't continue telling him what to do since she could see he knew. NO used trying to over teach, when he already knew what she would be talking about anyway. There was something different about him. She could never place it, but there was something that she couldn't place about him. Still, the more time he spent working the less she had that feeling. Maybe that was how the mind worked? You forgot everything, and you were odd for a while but then you came back stronger and smarter. Maybe with his mind empty of everything else, he was able to be a better warrior for it?

He told her to take off her coat, and she smiled, and kept speaking in the language of the warriors. "If you want me naked, you need a bigger fire." So she wouldn't freeze. Though that logic wasn't what was behind her words, her words were more of a tease. Warriors didn't often play and tease, but Echo had fallen into breaking the rules when they were alone. It was fun, and she liked the play. It was unknown to her since she was mostly a solitary scout, and she didn't often let others near her.

She did however, did as he said. Pulling her coat from her she leaned it on the cave wall so it could dry the inside and thus she could have it on faster. He would need to do the same. Moving closer tot he fire afterwards, Echo tired to absorb it's heat. "It could blow all night." They might be here a while, is what she was telling him. Tomorrow all the tracks would be gone, and hunting would be harder. Unless they were good and found something else venturing out in to the cold morning. Maybe a bear or moose. They were big enough to stand the cold, and to feed a lot of people. Once his coat was off and drying too, she moved closer to him, knowing any heat they could share would be good.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo

vallier

AI LAIK WAMPLEI

To see a fellow warrior smile was not an all too familiar sight. And he found himself mezmerized every time she did so. Feeling an unfamiliar sense of honor in knowing she did that with him -- though he was unsure as to whether others were able to draw that expression from her. He after all didn't remember his past. He only focused on when he saw her enter -- or re-enter -- his life. She commented on how he would need a bigger fire if he wanted her naked.

Did he want such a thing? Of course. He was a man. A man who was enthralled by her. Because, hell, even warriors fell in love. And as he had already recognized, there was something about her that utterly captivated him. Even if he made no show of it. But perhaps . . . this rare opportunity of them being alone together could help with that. He briefly glanced at her as she complied with his words, setting the jacket near the fire, and he followed suit, removing his own.

The air was cold, but the fire helped ease it. With her close however, he felt himself wanting a warmth beyond the fire. One that could truly heat his body to his very core. She spoke of how the wind could blow all night. Which meant that they would be here all night. His memory lacked understanding of the weather here, but he was quickly learning what to expect of it.

"Which means I will have time to make a bigger fire." His words were too a tease. A reference to her earlier one of how he would need a bigger fire to get her naked. He found no harm in the suggestive remark . . . a playful one at that. He turned to look at her, with her so close, he only needed to reach over a little, putting his arm around her to bring her close to him. He used logic as justification, but the actions stemmed from desire. "Body heat can be more effective." There was his reason for what prompted it. But . . . damn, it felt good to hold her near him, nestled against his side, his arm securely around her.

[Echo]

Echo was getting feeling in her fingers again, thanks to the fire and how it bounced on the back of the cave, helping make this a warm pocket. With them being a good bit back from the entrance, she only heard the storm, rather then felt it. It was still cold, for some heat escaped the cave to die outside, but it wasn't going to be unbearable. "Which means I will have time to make a bigger fire." She turned her head to look at him, and he pulled her close with his arm. She could feel this energy when she was around him. Sometimes it was a restlessness that was only just beginning, and she felt it physically rather then mentally. Like she had to act on something right then. Other times it was like missing a step and falling slightly. "Body heat can be more effective." This time is was a bit of both.

She could feel the heat from his body through the clothes she still wore. Turning in his hold, she moved to face him, so she was facing his side. Her hand had been near the fire, so it was warm as she brought it away to slowly slip under his shirt, to follow the ridges that marked this tight skin. Her palm rested there, just touching him. "You are warmer." She teased back, felling the muscles in her belly and between her legs tighten. Her hand slowly slipped down lower, until her fingers tucked into his pants. She didn't go low enough to touch him, but her fingers were close, leaving him waiting to see which she would do. Go lower, or go higher.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo

vallier

AI LAIK WAMPLEI

It was no longer the fire that was heating his body; it was her touch. The way her hand moved over his chest, leaving a burning trail that made him crave more. Ache for more. Especially when her hand tucked into his pants, not quite moving low enough to address the ache but rather, tease it. He closed his eyes, taking in a slow deep breath at how she was affecting him. The need to restrain himself fled his mind. They were alone. They were here. Why shouldn't he make known his desire for her? Her actions surely didn't indicate that it was one sided.

His hand went to her wrist to pull her out of his pants, while his other pulled her on top of him. With his position of sitting upright, he moved her onto his lap, facing each other as he adjusted her legs so that she was sitting astride him. He looked at her, a glimmer of a smirk evident in his eyes, a playfulness that he only felt completely safe and comfortable expressing in her presence.

His tongue ran over his lips briefly, his eyes lingering over her body, having noticed its perfect form before but now . . . he wanted to explore that. "Let's see if you are, too." Warmer, that is. Though he knew she would be. His hands started to move on her shirt, untying whatever held it. "Your clothes are wet." Unneeded justification but playful all the same. With that, he began to lift her shirt up off of her, wanting to see her flawless figure that the barrier of clothing dared to conceal.

[Echo]

He moved her over his lap, and pulled her leg to where he wanted, thus allowing her to sit facing him. Echo liked whatever this expression was on his face, as he looked at her with something that was arrogant, and self pleased, yet amused and proud all in the same expression. His touch touching his lips made her want to taste it. "Let's see if you are, too." If she was warm like he was, though she knew the answer was no--she felt like the fire. She felt hot, as if the center in this cave came from her rather then the flames.


He moved to unbind her shirt, and she sat there on his lap watching him, for she had the whole night and she wanted this to last. "Your clothes are wet." He used the excuse to remove her shirt, and then tossed it to the side. "So is my body," went between her thighs. Her knees pressed into the ground on either side of his hips as she rose up on them, so she could align her breast with his lips. She had yet to even kiss him yet, but she was savoring the anticipation of knowing that she would taste him soon.

Echo normally was a take charge girl, a warrior who took what she wanted from her lovers, however there had always been something different about Vallier. Something that told her he would not so willingly follow her lead. Her fingers threaded through his hair, and she couldn't wait to find out how much proof behind that smirk there was to the promise it teased.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo

vallier

AI LAIK WAMPLEI

There was no more holding back. No need to let the sexual tension continue to build. She was more than just a quick need for release. He knew that. Otherwise, it would not have built up so much. He couldn't recall what it was to be in a relationship -- if he had ever even had that before. Nor did he know where they were heading. Right now, he didn't want to think of tomorrow. Only tonight. And enjoying the rewards of letting things build up to this point. Surely, it would make it all the more pleasurable. When her shirt was removed, her words caused a slight smirk to form on his face.

Very promising words. Ones that he wanted to see and feel the proof of himself. But they had the whole night to do so, and he would focus on one body part at a time. Right now, it was the perfectly formed curves on her chest. So close to his lips that he couldn't resist. He leaned forward, kissing along the groove in between. He then slowly trailed his path of touches to one of her twins, until he reached the tip. At which point, he captured her in his mouth, taking in as much of her as he could. He teased her hardened tip, before letting his tongue caress it in a soothing manner. His hand skimmed along her bare back, the softness of her skin something he could feel with his hand and mouth. Continuing to latch on to her, he kept suckling her hungrily, using all parts of his mouth to tease and caress this region of her chest.

[Echo]

Her face bunched up from the feelings that spreed from each lick and suck and nip that he gave her! This was familiar to her, but at the same time it wasn't. She felt in control, but she felt him unyielding as well. Her breathing picked up, as each breath seemed bigger then the last, but still not enough to help her catch her breath. Vallier continued, moving to the other side as she held him close.

Her hands dropped down to the bottom of his shirt, and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side. Her hands then falling to his pants, and pulling at the fastenings. She knew they had all night but she wanted to know what was in store for her as well. Lowering to once again sit on him, she looked up into his face while she worked. Giving up half way through, she changed her mind and moved in to kiss him. There wasn't an urgency to her actions, but after feeling his lips on her, she wanted to know how else he could use them.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo

vallier

AI LAIK WAMPLEI

He could both hear and feel how his actions were affecting her . . . which only served as further encouragement for Vallier. While he was working on the other side, the contact of their skin was broken as she lifted his shirt to remove. It was not an unwelcome interference however, especially when his body was already so heated with desire. Lustful passion -- which felt even stronger than mere lust at this point. He felt immediate relief when his shirt joined hers, and prepared to feel more of it when her hands moved to the fastening of his pants.

But she seemed to change her mind . . . which he was not opposed to. For it resulted with her lips against his. Finally. Her delicious taste filled his mouth, a burning thirst he had ever since he wanted her. He could now finally quench it, though was unsure he could ever fully drink his fill. He coaxed her mouth open with his own, starting to shift their bodies as he moved her back until she was lying on the ground, his own body over hers . . . keeping his mouth moving against her own. His hands went to hers, holding each one with one of his own on either side of her head, pressing them against the ground as his fingers intertwined with hers.

[Echo]

His kiss was different. She'd kissed many men, but this kiss was less direct and spent more time exploring, and seeking pleasure then kissing for a purpose. It was still strong, and he tasted warm, leaving her feeling slightly off settled from it. She took control so often, but without seeming to think about it he also had command. He kept it while he shifted them, turning so her back was against the cool ground behind them, and while it was warmer then it had been when they got in here, it was enough that her back arched slightly from the feeling of the cool behind her and his heat before her.

Her moved her hands up to her head before she could think about it, and laced his fingers with her's. Even though the kiss, Echo tugged on them, but she wasn't sure she wanted to escape. Her legs moved up to his hips, and she used them to wrap around him and pull his hips into her--thus also making his firm center, press into her aching one. "I don't normally like my men in control," She told her softly against his lips, before taking control of the only thing she could and kissed him the same way he had her, using her lips to guide his open, and using her tongue to taste him.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo

vallier

AI LAIK WAMPLEI

She didn't show any objection to the current position he had her in. In fact, she spoke ofh ow she didn't usually like her men in control. He could certainly see that about her. It was one of the many qualities he found attractive about Echo: her dominating nature. He smirked at the remark, immediately distracted when her lips returned to his and her legs wrapped around him . . . applying pressure to his already sensitive region, just aching for the much needed release.

Just as his actions had showed dominance, his tongue moved inside her mouth with the same purpose, tilting his head to the side a little to get a better angle. He slowly eased out of the kiss to respond to her remark. "Who said I'm yours?" He teased, making it clear that his words were a jest . . . since, well, he knew he was. If this was a casual one time thing, it would not have taken them so long to do this. He just enjoyed that playful provoking, often finding her reactions to be enjoyable. He nipped her lip before kissing down her body, over the front of her neck, down her chest, his hands having to let go of her own with his lowering position.

Once he got to the fastening of her pants, he used all parts of his mouth to undo the laces and whatever else held them together, ensuring to do it slowly. His hands -- no longer holding hers down -- pulled her pants down instead until he could reveal her core. His lips hovered over it, blowing over her heated center for a moment before kissing it, his tongue dragging along it, slightly slipping between the folds of her skin. Not enough to fully pleasure her, but enough to taunt her. Pulling his tongue out he moved his mouth along her inner thighs, close enough to the region without fully taking her in his mouth. "You were right," he spoke in a low, playful voice, his words a reference to her earlier remark about her body being wet. Damp with desire, and that was what he wanted.

[Echo]

"Who said I'm yours?" His tone was clear at to his meaning, so she matched it in turn for her's. "No one." For she had said she liked her men, not called him among them. Still, she could feel this was different even now in the beginning. That there was more between them then a night of trying to stay warm. She thought of him more then the others, and had held back from doing this sooner because of that. He began working his way for her, and Echo didn't pull her hands free--a sign of the trust she was building toward him, for she never let another hold her hold. The feeling would have been too weak for her, but with Vallier, she didn't feel a threat--she felt something very different.

When he let go of her hands, they fell slowly down to her side, while his mouth undid the laces. Even here he was different then the others. She was used to fast, and quickly unfastening and quick coupling. He lingered, and enjoyed himself. He teased her rather then diving in. Blowing over her skin, touching her without giving ease to the ache. "You were right," She wasn't sure what he was referring too, her mind only on the moment rather then past conversations. Was he saying he was her's?

Reaching her hand down she threaded her fingers into his hair, and pulled him closer to her hips. "For a warrior who forget everything, you seem to know what you are doing," She both teased and hinted to him, wanting his mouth to ease the ache that he had built. If he didn't then she would take the control from him, for she felt as if this ache had started the day they met, and only now was she about to finally find a way to ease it; and his teasing was driving her to madness.