TRILOGY PATIENCE, LEARNING, AND LIVING

By Bancu and JLNicky

Lesson 3 – Living

How Lion got her groove back

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BanCu:

Your essence nearly glows in the low light as I softly trace the outline of your lips with my fingertip, more gently than I have ever touched another, save one, long ago. My heart clenches tightly for a moment as the memory flashes, sharp and bright still, across my vision.

<Warm, golden brown skin, eyes as blue as the sea outside my window, tousled hair smelling of heather…>

<Before I can catch myself…>:whispers: “My Queen…”

Your sudden intake of air brings me back quickly. There is…something…in your eyes. Before I can fall headlong into that gaze I hiss and force myself to step away. Hands clenched behind my back, ignoring the impulse to pace, I berate myself even as I study you.

*Foolish warrior! You never should have touched this one. Even now her honey burns like a fire on your fingertips.*

Slowly I circle behind you, your head turning to watch my every move, your body shifting as I press lightly against your bare back. Leaning close I look up towards my seat of power and whisper in your ear.

“Is that what you seek, Kinter? Or am I the play thing for your own desires?”

Tracing the soft skin along your lower back I slip my fingers along the sides of the silk dress. Slowly, tantalizingly, I push it down over your hips and let it slide to the floor in a heap. This is how you meant to be seen.

Trailing my fingernails lightly along your skin I move to stand in front of you. Ah, but you are so angry with me aren’t you? All of these undeserving Amason eyes on you. I cup your chin and whisper:

“Don’t worry, I will have them all flogged for their audacity.” I grin wickedly. “Or maybe you would prefer the taste of the whip? I suspect you would enjoy it but I hesitate to mark such beautiful skin. Not yet at least…”

Your eyes flash as you try to bite my hand but I pull you towards me and hold you firm, your wrists held behind at your lower back with my forearm, my hand cupping your bottom, your fingers winding themselves around my wrist. I can feel your power and I now know you would be more than a match for me if you so desired.

*What is keeping you here?* I wonder. *A Kinter would have no use for my throne.*

Slowly and carefully, despite your warning growl, I lay my cheek against yours and, cat-like, softly begin to rub your face with my own. The wild thing inside you understands this gesture for we share a likeness like few others.

“What do I do with you? I think you would let me ravish you here, even in front of my warriors, but to what end?”

“I would NOT be tamed by Kinter magics to become as like a slave in mind and body. I hunger enough as it is, little cub.”

“You can smell me, can’t you? How wet I am? Do you want to taste as well?”

From behind, my fingers find your honey again, coating your thighs. I revel in the hotness of it. Slipping my fingers through this slick temptation I slide back up a bit and press lightly against your other tight opening. Ahh, did my fingers finally elicit a reaction?

“Tell me what you want and I may give it to you…on your knees.”

-BanCu

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jlnickymaster:

How weak I feel standing before you, and yet, how very powerful. How tempted I am to drop downward, slide my hands up your muscled legs and press my head against your thigh. I want to draw a deep breath, to taste your scent. I haven't felt this hunger in years. Your spoken whisper strikes against my soul.

"My Queen…"

Are you the one I seek? The one my sister spoke of? Can you be the beast of her heart? My distracted thoughts provide you opportunities when I feel the silk slide down my legs. Anger is naught inside me. I flare with a wicked desire. You mistake my tension. I would jerk back in defiance of the unwanted surrounding eyes if not for the pulsing pleasure you have started in my blood. I feel as you press into my naked back. My lips are parted I know. I cannot seem to separate myself from your sensual attack. You have brought me to close to a fire. I must quench the heat.

You mock me. I cannot allow that. A swift attempt at a bite of your hand shows your speed. I narrow my gaze. You have trapped me in your arms. I feel your breasts against mine, your hard abdomen; your legs twine with mine as we stand together. I cannot help but growl.

Your lips begin a dizzy dance across my skin. What you are doing should be for my bonded. But, I can't stop you. I won’t stop you. Stealth fingers stroke me from behind. Unfocused with my gaze, I feel the room with my senses for a target. Torch pots in the far corners flare instantly higher as I focus to release my heat. I hear shuffling in the room from others as they become uneasy.

"I would NOT be tamed by Kinter magics to become as like a slave in mind and body. I hunger enough as it is, little cub."

You must have noticed since you mention the magic's. I follow your scorching touch with my minds eye. You stroke over my backside delving where none have gone. What danger you spark within me. Why am I here? What if you are the one she spoke of?

"Tell me what you want and I may give it to you…on your knees."

"I'll go down on my knees if you wish…beast lord. I can only do as you bid if you have followed this path once before. My sister Sasha…"

You wrench from my body as if burned. My eyes flare with the inner light in response. The shield I call surrounds us from the others as I capture your angered gaze.

The truth is near my heart feels it. What happened to her is well known-her accidental fall off the horse causing her instant death was spread far. The attack of the raiders, near the border town where she traveled, startled her horse. Your breaking ground to destroy the raiding brought me to your side. I have to know your history. How did you survive the bonding being severed? How could you still be whole? My questions demand answers but I cannot seem to form the words as we stare at each other distrustfully. Even in our raw sexual haze of play and desire I felt a current of trust. This gaze you give me now hurts me.

The shield will hold out all and I have infinite patience.

"Tell me!" I whisper allowing my finite makeup to rearrange back to the golden brown of my natural skin, my brown eyes lightening to the sky of blue. Your gasp of some recognition shows you are the one I sought. "Tell me of her. Did she love?"

-Nic

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BanCu:

I am furious! I would kill you where you stand…if you suddenly didn’t look so much like her. Do you mock my pain, elfin bitch? Who are you to be playing with my sanity?! The Kinter Elders that saved me released me after a time with a somber warning – ‘Never come back among our kind, little warrior. It is only your ancestor’s blood that saved you this time as it is. Do not challenge our binds on your mind…even for the child’s sake. She will know her kin without your help.’

The child. She is the only one of Kinter lineage allowed freely in my presence now, the only one that doesn’t trigger the Elder’s protective bindings. Perhaps because she is partly of me that my mind doesn’t reject her. Perhaps it is simply the Goddess’s last gift to me from the child’s mother. I stare at you, my eyes lightening to coldest gray. Most Kinter do not bother to exercise such control around the Daughters of aMas. I knew there was something different about you, there had to be. No female, not of the race of Man nor even of aMas could match your primal spirit. Such control! But are you of her lineage or is this image a lie to test me as well? If I didn’t hate you right now I would take you and ravish you within an inch of your soul, my desire is so great.

I grimace, my hand clenching hard about the hilt of my sheathed dagger. I have not allowed myself this much Kinter thought since I cleansed the borders of the tribal raiders that took her from me. The Tribes of Jorash, Vroni and Kalet were no more – with my rage partially sated the race of Man had paid with a portion of its lineage.

*Oh my fierce, beautiful Sasha! Every fiber of my being wants to howl from the agony of your memory. The wildness in me calls to you but there is nothing except heartbreak and despair in return*

I find myself staring, my fingers aching to touch you, your golden skin calling to me with its familiarity. I can feel my control slipping and I wonder for a moment why I haven’t felt the rendering pain of the protective bindings as they begin to fail, like they always do, when I am around the full-blooded Kinterkin.

A sudden thought pierces through me and sets me on yet another path. Are you here to claim your kin? A fierceness begins to build through me – *the Elders promised not to interfere!* - Yes, this makes more sense now.

For a moment my vision narrows to the familiar hyper clarity that serves me well during battle frenzy. But this is not my doing. There is something…different about the air now. What have you done? More magics? I feel my dagger, gifted by her, in my hand now but I hesitate. For the first time since her death I can feel a heated stirring under my skin where she marked me long ago. Her sigil, forever etched into the skin of my lower back, flares under my focus. What is this?! Can it be…true? Only her line can call her own.

Finally, your voice, soothing the harsh edges, comes through and I can’t help myself. Stepping forward I reach out, tentatively, my fingertips brushing against your cheek.

“Did she love?” I lower my head, my long dark tresses hiding the pain in my eyes. My thoughts race>

*Tell her the secret of your love, warrior. She will know your lineage when she tastes you, and then it will be too late.*

Taking a deep breath I look up and step very close, my thumb lightly tracing the outline of your lips. You look so much like her I can barely stand it even as I find I can’t stop touching you.

“She gave me a child, Kinter cub. Lleyke – the Light of my heart. Yes, she loved greatly with such joy and beauty it took my breath away. I was…honored…to have known such a life.”

I can feel a single tear slip down my cheek and though I am too proud most of the time just this once, I do not allow myself to feel ashamed, but gaze openly into your sky blue eyes. What are you thinking, little Kinter? The Lion gives you the gift few are privy to. I stroke your hair lightly thinking I should move away, break this moment forever and let you go back to your life, to give your story to the Elders and let them chuckle at the goings on of the fierce Amasons and their foolish, fierce Queen.

One last test – what will you do? Leaning down I slowly, achingly, taste of your honey covered lips, soft and inviting. I cannot be bonded with just the touch of your essence although you don’t know that.

That is my secret you see. My beloved Sasha was bonded to me by my essence and I to her. I was not her passion slave for I have the touch of Kinter lineage in my veins. If you ask I will show you my own sigil, hidden beneath my braids. It is difficult to breed the elfin line out of the aMas for we are matriarchal such as yourself. Surely you know we produce our own children? Daughters only, of course. But you are Kinter and such knowledge would be millennia old to you by now.

I can feel you shifting even as I wrap my arms around you. I trace the tip of my tongue along your bottom lip. I was right. You taste nothing like her yet achingly familiar. I can feel your essence, like a warm spark sliding along my tongue and all I can think of is this:

*More…*

-BanCu

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jlnickymaster:

Your anger could almost amuse me if I were not so focused to find the answers to my questions. You cannot harm me, warrior. If you tried you would feel the binding, your lover, my sister has given us. I have traveled across that molten river, by way of Kinter healing temples, to have my sigil braided with hers. It is now intertwined by the sacred rites. My reasons were not ones meant for the Kinter way. But, still I did the task. She was my older sister and much loved. I was heartbroken to learn of her demise. The anger and pain took me before the elders to seek revenge even though I knew naught of the circumstances. Cool heads refrained and held me back. I was told only the barest truths.

Look into my eyes leader of the tree warriors. The death of my sister haunted me. I feared for her. I cried for her. My distance made me feel the guilt of the guiltless. Your shocked anger now only feeds my own; how little I was given to find you and learn the last moments of her life. I can consume this anger and make it mine if I wish. Or I can feed it back to you with the hunger I now know is in your blood. Your thoughts will fill with it, drown in it, and savor it with your warrior needs, as a lust of the kill takes control. I will not care. You do not scare me. You cannot harm me.

Even now the crafting of the strongest ties between us was accepted. I have burned her sigil to my own, as have you. Although something is different in your ties; I feel a strange power. I was unsure until this very moment that you would feel her bond. But, I can tell you live with her touch. We already share the blood of her life, and much more. You will not seek to harm me. It could not happen.

Oh but Goddess, your touch enters my soul and plunders my senses. Your eyes tell so many stories. I felt your pain of the lover you have lost. The pieces fall into place finally. My sister was not alone. For that you have my favor. But your professed words shock me. The elders did not say anything about a child…

With a trembling sigh I enjoy your touch that soothes my coarse edge of pain. Closing my eyes in thankfulness I realize my family is here. Will you let me in? Will you let me know the child of my heart? Lleyke…little tree nymph; my blood.

"Please…"

Our bodies brush, my skin electric. I encourage your lips. Can you give me more? How much more?

-Nic

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BanCu:

Strange, how one simple word can have such an effect on the senses. Even as your barest whisper reaches my hearing I can feel the entire universe shift inside myself.

“Please…”

The protective runes the Elders put in place seemed like black bands across my mind. I can feel them begin to splinter within even as tiny pinpoints of light seep through. This is the place where Sasha once resided – my center of joy and completeness, where we were one voice and one heart, bonded so exquisitely that pain and pleasure were shared between us. I knew the moment she ceased to exist - that knife-like, agonizing severing that threw me into a mindless, howling black rage. I remember nothing more of those days and am grateful for it.

They tell me that my own warriors brought the disbelieving priestesses to witness the ongoing slaughter of the Vroni from a nearby ridge. The Jorash and Kalet had already been wiped clean from the reddened earth. So blinded was I that I had killed three aMas without thought or care despite their well-minded efforts to stop me. To halt the revenge my lieutenant swallowed her pride and sent a delegation to ask for help from the Highland Kinter clans. Though aware of the treaty she was still surprised when the Elders arrived shortly afterwards.

The Printan Accord, proposed by my great-grandmother, Queen Vala, and drawn up by the Elder council, remains to this day a hidden covenant between our races. I suppose it is still an experiment in genetic design – with near immortality the Kinter, the Elders argue, are losing their vitality. The lineages are becoming stale and the clans, their numbers dwindling, are losing sight of a future for their people. They need a passion for life restored to them as well as a means to preserve their way of life from the destructive Race of Man. The Daughters of aMas seek wisdom to temper their fierce passions. The knowledge and guidance of the Old Race combined with the wildness of the Daughters would make for a formidable deterrent to the southern tribes and their increasingly deadly incursions into the Highlands.

Vala’s bondmate, Nissa, was the first to lay claim to Amason lineage. The Kinter took Vala into herself despite knowing that the aMas would barely live a portion of her own lifetime, and the Queen loved her even more deeply for such a gift. Nissa returned to her clan a few years ago upon the death of my great-grandmother. I have missed my hennain and her gentle ways greatly and it was she that taught me the Highland languages of her tribe. Without her influence I would not have been persuaded into meeting the strange young Kinter that came to our gates who had refused to leave without seeing me first.

Sasha had come stalking into the great hall, her stride never hesitating, her eyes finding me immediately, and within moments we were face to face. If the Elders had seen her in that instant there would have been no treaty for she carried more fierce determination in her face than all the council put together could imagine.

We simply stared at each other, breathing each other in we were standing so close, until, in a moment of uncharacteristic shyness I started to apologize for my stubbornness. Softly, she placed a finger to my lips to stop me, the shock of her touch nearly causing me to come undone. I had never become so aroused so quickly.

“I am here,” is all she said before I kissed her.

I can feel her in you, strong and beautiful, and I marvel at the sacrifices you must have made to bring yourself to such a place. Are you real then, my braided Kinter? A gift from the Goddess come to restore me, and you, to wholeness once again?

“Please…”

I feel the overwhelming urge to touch your markings, to make that last connection before I devour you, but I can’t seem to focus. The light is growing inside of me though the pain I anticipated is not there.

“Please…”

With a groan my last vestiges of control fall away and light seems to pour from my very skin, racing along my warrior markings, and bringing me to my knees. My hands encircle your bottom and pull you against me, your Kinter essence calling to my very soul. Your hands grip tightly in my hair and I nip not so gently at the silky soft skin at the top of your thigh. Sliding one of my hands around to the front I spread your swollen nether lips, your hard clit pulsing with anticipation. Wickedly, I flick my tongue against that hard little point and pause. Your hands tighten and I can feel you wanting to take control. I blow softly and hear you hiss as your clit swells and your muscles contract. I look up into your hooded eyes, not caring that I’m on my knees, not caring what my warriors think. It is about this gift I’m giving you, to save myself. My fingers stroke you from behind, finding your molten depths, and as I slide into your tight core I lean into you and envelope you with my mouth, feeling as if I have come home again.

-BanCu

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JLNicky

I'm coming. I can only clench my hands grasping the thick dark strands of your hair and ride the climax you bring me to. My world is bright, fire and ice and heat climbing higher. The touch of your muscled tongue glides over me, flexing and caressing my clit. Your fingers slide inside me, the walls tighten around them as blood surges through my body. The focus of my powers erupts and I know the shield around us brightens beyond the scope of acceptance. The warrior Amazons outside the space I've created dive for cover to avoid the pulse of light and heat bursting outward. I close my glowing eyes as I cross over that precipice.

My essence rises within me. Your stroking fingers are sheathed tightly as you draw my body toward you. My muscles strain to the stilling edge of pleasure. I feel you. I feel all of you.

"Take me. Make me whole!"

Your growl grows louder, vibrating along my body, but I can't release you. I'm coming for you. I will feed you my being and take your passions as my own. Your will, honor, and arrogance left aside I shall spell your heart and take you with me.

With the powers rushing through me I follow your touch and permeate your own blood to rush to your center. The pulsing of arousal matches my own. A single magical touch at the core of your pleasure and we both crest together. Your roaring response surrounds my body.

Shaking I sink down to my own knees to join you. Your arms are perfect with their haven of safety. My eyes return to normal as I let the magic flow out and up to the heavens. Your forehead bends to touch and rest on my own as we breath each other. Your body is hot and shuddering as we hold on to each other. Your eyes are closed, recovering.

"My fierce lion. I am yours." I whisper for your ears only. Your darkened eyes open to mine and your smile grows. The slightest tingle of instant pleasure rips through me as I feel your bond inside. You’re hungry for more and yet sated. I see you feel my reaction by the way your lips curl mockingly. I am wet, once again.

-Nic

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BanCu:

*Forever. I want to feel this forever…*

This thought somehow manages to seep through the delicious haze of lust and light, of blood and fire that is the beginning of bonding. My eyes close and I tentatively search along the tendrils of the binds for you, my soul clean and open for the first time in so long. In that place where I sought never to be to again, I find…you, warm, inviting. My Kinter blood sings at your presence there and demands a completion of the bonding. Alas, my aMas heart cries caution! I have not allowed you to take my essence and I don’t understand why yet.

Have I let you in simply because of your resemblance to Sasha? Or am I answering the same blood call that brought her here to me in the beginning? I need an answer and my heart refuses me.

Until…

"My fierce lion. I am yours."

And my aMas heart relinquishes just as my blood surges with a fierce power of desire. Smiling, I open my eyes to see that desire in your face even as your center pulses new wetness to coat my fingers. My smile turns wicked for I cannot deny my true nature. Slowly, I slide my fingers out from your wet center and lay you back on the floor in front of me. I lick your new honey from my fingers as I ravish you with my eyes. You meet my bold gaze even as your own fingers slide down your lower belly, your eyes closing briefly as you start to caress your swollen clit.

I lean over you, my lips brushing yours, and whisper:

“This…this is beauty...”

Letting my gaze travel down your body I growl at the sight of you. Your legs are wrapped around my hips, my spread knees keeping your thighs wide apart, your fingers slowly stroking and teasing as your back arches into the motions. You know what this does to me; you can see it in my eyes. Twining one hand in you hair I slide my mouth down to take a ring in my teeth. Tugging it I can feel myself surge with wetness as you groan and thrust yourself closer to my mouth. I know what you want and how you want it – I can sense it in every breath you take. But first things first.

Sucking hard I envelope your nipple with my mouth and flick the ring with my tongue. My free hand finds its way down the front of me and quickly begins to unfasten the front bindings on my leathers. Now I can feel your fingers helping me with the stubborn laces and I release your breast with a savage kiss to look down as you push my trousers down my hips. Now your hands are pulling at my vest and I sit up for a moment to let you bring it over my head and toss it aside.

Getting back onto my hands and knees over you I find your nipples again but you’re pulling me up to your mouth and I sink into those questing lips. Wrapping my arms around you I pull us up into a sitting position, your wetness coating my belly, your tongue sending sparks through my body straight to my own soaking center.

And then I feel you, seeking, fingertips sliding between our bodies, and I gasp, my eyes wide, as you finally touch me. Leaning back slightly, one hand along side my face, you watch my eyes as you take that first stroke. I can’t let you see me like that and I drop my head to your shoulder as your finger achingly trails through my silky folds. It is taking every ounce of control that I have not to let the bloodlust consume me, to tear that hand away and take you like the beast I know all too well.

You tilt my head back and smooth the braids from my face. With one word the beast retreats.

“Please…”

Your fingers find their way to your mouth and I watch with hungry eyes as you suck the tips. What does it feel like for you to take my essence, little Kinter? Like a wildfire racing out of control or a slow burn, spreading through your veins? I have experienced both now, I can feel the fire beginning to consume me, and I welcome it.

I have let no one touch me like this since her do you know that? As your fingers find me again I feel a quick stab of pain in my heart but I release it. I will not fear this and I meet your glowing eyes. Here I am, beast and all. I give you this gift of my pleasure, my Kinter.

My hand finds your sigil on your lower back and softly my fingers begin to follow the pattern. I know what this will do to you and I’m rewarded by a hiss. Mmmmm, my tongue wants to be there, too, but your fingers are questing more hungrily and all I can think about is how hot your skin feels and what you’ll feel like inside me.

-BanCu

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JLNicky

It’s your essence I'm tasting. It's so delicious and filled with your power, your unique leather scented musky tang. My tongue wraps around my fingers to let my taste buds linger and enjoy the flavor of you. For the barest moment your gaze is raw. My gaze wavers as I feel another's power near. I feel a slow burn begin to rise within me. A fire spreads from the volcanic rush of my blood, heated from the deepest core of my pleasure. Something surges inside of me beyond my own Kinter force and I crave more than I can stand.

Your touch burns my skin where you stroke over my sigil. I can’t stop the hiss
of surprise that escapes from my mouth at the sensation of pleasured pain. I can barely meet your dwelling gaze as you look into my glowing eyes. I can't control the overwhelming desire to taste you again. I must have more. Your body is muscled and flexing as my fingers plunge back into your wetness. I hold onto your shoulder as
I see the ghost of the shadowed infamous Lion appear in your place. The low growl you release is barely heard above my own moan of tremendous satisfaction as I lean on you to press you back and you give me my leeway. I can’t deny my own compelling desires. I must taste the well of your magical essence. My hair is clenched into your fists but I need no guidance as I clamp my mouth onto the releasing flow of juices pouring from your body. I can feel my body shake with the full taste. As I plunge my tongue into you, your hips press upward. You’re shaking. I feel your hunger as you press my face closer to you. My own body buzzes with some force that I've never experienced. I can't feel any fear, I know it is you who has given me this spell to feel my skin vibrate and become electric with passion. But, I can think of nothing but the drink that is sliding into my throat and down inside me. I must drink every drop. I draw my tongue over you again and again as you flex beneath me with each stroke. Am I a Vamp drainer from Ilstrusion Isle? Am I spelled? I don’t care and grab your skin with my nails as I claw you to hold you tighter.

"Bond Kinter to Kinter my lover. The beast and the beauty, we shall be one. Take me where we can only go together." Your voice, your words, make me tremble with the exalted understanding as comprehension takes place. You’re of half-Kinter blood. Oh Goddess of the Kinterland, I can feel you in me now. It's unbelievable in the purest sense of lover to love. Your mental touch in my mind strokes over my nerves and gives me pleasure as only a Kinter can give. I've never felt the touch so intimately, penetrating.

"I need your magic my little one. Follow the bond. Let me love you." You lift me up to press me onto my back. My legs are spread by your shoulders as you dive into me. My gasp is of surrender as I feel our bond tighten. My mind follows the strong thread of pleasure back to your body and I blow my magic into you. Your body stiffens as we join together with our body, mind and soul.

"Oh Goddessssss!" I cry out as your inner beast is let loose to ravish me with the one pure intent to take me and make me yours. I can do nothing but surrender and dive into your mind as we strive to reach the finite pinnacle together.

-Nic

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BanCu:

“Oh Goddesssss!”

Like a wave your presence envelops me, wrapping my mind in a blinding light. With every touch of my fingers to your body I can feel your answering pleasure filling me, urging my own desire higher and higher. I can’t get enough of you, fingers thrusting, mouth suckling, your juices coating my hands and face. As you soar above the shining thread of our new bonding your voice fills my head.

‘For you, my Lion…for you…’ comes the whisper, so ripe with need.

Your gift of surrender is so beautiful, so complete I can’t hold back and the Lion howls in victory. Swiftly, I turn you over onto your hands and knees. Grabbing your hips I pull you against me, your juices smearing deliciously along my own throbbing sex. Roughly I push your thighs wide apart with my own and tilt your bottom up with both hands. You’re so wet and pink and beautiful. My eyes travel down your body only to meet your wild gaze as you turn your head to stare into my soul. I lean over you, my thigh pressed hard against your sex, my breasts against your muscled back, and sink my teeth into your shoulder. You buck hard against me, impatient, the pain peaking your pleasure to the point of intolerance and sending it crashing back into my own self.

Rising up I shift my hips slightly to the side and reach down to spread my nether lips. Pressing hard against the curve of your hip I groan at the feel of your hot skin against my swollen clit. I slide a hand up to the nape of your neck, my fingers twining in your hair, and with one motion thrust three fingers deep inside your pulsing sex.

The Lion revels in the exquisite feel of you tight around my fingers, the sound of your voice crying out, your head thrown back as I take you from behind. For a brief moment I pause, waiting, and then your wave of pleasure hits me and nearly takes me over the edge.

There are no words, only sounds - those perfect, lustful moans that only you, my Kinter, can make. There is no conscious thought but the light of you inside of me – feeding me your pleasure even as I give you all of my own. And finally there is the slow, hard, rhythm of our mating, the beauty and the beast.

As I feel the abyss approaching a word creeps through…

’More…’

I know what you want for I have not taken everything yet. Now you offer me all of you and the Lion readily accepts. Pausing for a moment, I curl my fourth finger into the others and slowly, teasingly start to ease back into your center only to have you push back and take my fingers hard inside of you. My thumb comes to rest against the delicate skin of your other opening and I begin to rub soft patterns there. Your hips move of their own accord and I feel a new surge of wetness against my deeply embedded fingers.

‘All…Lion…please, take everything…’

How can I resist that voice, gasping and moaning in my head? With a grunt I thrust my thumb past your tight defenses and the Lion takes the last of your offerings. Slow and hard, we come together, so deeply do I feel your pleasure that I no longer feel my own sex against your hip – it is all about your desire, your need to come for me. I can feel you tightening, your voice crying out as the abyss rapidly approaches. Releasing your hair I wrap my arm around your waist, my nails, like claws holding your fiercely, and I lean down to cover your sigil with my mouth. It burns against my tongue but I don’t care because the light of your pleasure is so bright now I’m completely blind to everything but this crescendo wave that sweeps over and through us and the Lion howls as we come hard together.

And become One.

‘Lion…’

The voice, which so recently captured my heart, now rouses me from blissful absence of thought. Somehow, I know not when, I wrapped you in my arms. Breathing in the scent of your hair I lick my lips – your musk is still strong on my tongue and I smile at the memory even as desire surges sharply for a moment in my sex.

‘Lion…’

Stroking your muscled back I marvel at how soft your skin is. You wiggle a bit as I brush against your marking and then I feel your fingers searching under my braids. Chuckling, I give you leave to find my own sigil and find it you do, with a vengeance. I gasp as your nails trail wickedly along the pattern at the nape of my neck. Mmmmm, but I can tell my pleasured pain is yours as well for your breath quickens and I close my eyes to savor the feel of you against me.

‘Lion…’

I can feel the faint trace of amused annoyance now and your nails stop their torturous movements. Opening my eyes I meet your gaze and send my thought gently outward along the bond between us.

‘Yes, love…’

You pause at that unexpected word. Reaching up I brush your hair back away from your face and wait for your reaction, not letting myself feel it before you are ready. Leaning down your kiss me softly as a warm glow fills my heart.

‘What happens now, my Lion?’

Holding you tight I sit us up and settle you in my lap, your legs securely wrapped around my waist. Cupping your chin in my hand I look into your face. There is only one thing left remaining. I choose to speak it although to hear my own voice now seems harsh compared to the soft tones of our bonding.

“Hear me, Kinter, for I tell you of myself and of the Daughters of my line.

We are the Clan of the Oak, of the tribe of the coille dubh - Warriors of the Dark Wood.

For I come from the bonding of Vala the Chosen and the hennain Nissa the Elf Queen who gave to the Goddess a daughter, Saeth the Arrow bonded to the nain Cadi the Pure, who gave to the Goddess a daughter, Tarian the Shield bonded to the mamau Saren the Elf Star, who gave the Goddess a daughter, Brishan the Lion Hearted bonded…to the céile Sasha the Defender, who gave the Goddess a daughter, Lleyke the Light.”

Although the familiar sing-song pattern is lulling to me I still can not help but hesitate that fraction of a moment at the memory of my céile. I can feel her inside of me now, warming my heart, intricately woven within your light. It is strangely comforting and I thank the Goddess for such a gift. Taking a deep breath I continue.

“If you find my line honorable, then tell me of your lineage, Kinter elf, that I may know your Mother’s Daughters and take you as my bonded Queen.”

-BanCu

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JLNicky:

I must close my eyes as your heart shines through to my soul. You have offered me all and then more. I can feel the briefest heartbeat of your hesitation as your thoughts roam from me. The return is swift as I feel you relinquish your heart even as I stroke your mind
with my own love. You have captured me my lion. Opening my eyes I show you my heart. I cannot resist your powers and your pride. I never want you to leave my side. I want to give you my lineage as you have asked but it is a long and formal familial line.

"My Lion asks of my Kinter lineage? All I have is yours.

I was born of the daughter Kinterkin Queen select Jozephine of Andalia and
Princess elect Micala Trastine. I am half-sister to the past Sasha the Kinter, daughter of Queen select Jozephine and Kinter Medista the Forest Dweller."

I see and feel your acknowledgement of this statement. You were not surprised. Sasha must have mentioned me. I feel a smile grow on my face. I loved her dearly. The smile fades. Your hand brushes over my own. Our fingers entwine as my heart expands. My singsong history is well engrained. I have the royal seals to follow after.

"Jozephine, daughter of Kinterkin Killian and Trudias Sumneres, born of Primette the StarGazer, born of past Siltaria the Croatin Slayer, born of past Borgana the Andarian Empress, born of past Banalst the Trillton Singer, born of past Shada the Dragon Tamer, second daughter of the blessed Royal survivor past Brigette Tobias Kinter, first
selected ArrowSmith of the House of Mount Kinter."

I have cast my eyes down as I say this last piece. I hear your gasp. I am a true descendent and know this is the missing piece that will explain much. The strength of my powers is much stronger than my sister’s could have ever been. I fear to see your fear at my truth. I can't help but try and shield myself from your emotions.
The bond is merciless as I feel your confusion and some emotion that is unknown to me. The quick acceptance that I feel is my first surprise. I look up to see your warm eyes lingering on my face. You gently press a kiss to my lips. I have to smile. The rush of
reassurance rising from you is the closest I've been to touching the Goddess Haven in my waking life. I can barely see through my happiness.

"Please take me to your bed, my lion. I need you."

Your answering grin is full of your own happiness, satisfaction, and of course desire. My own desire is rising as you easily stand and boldly demand the few personal guards still remaining to bring a cloak for your soon-to-be queen. Your hands roam over my back and flanks as you hold me against your skin and press my wetness to you. I can feel the strength and power and yes, the determination of your focus. You have no idea what you have found. Your lust and passions are well met. You will find me an accomplished lover but you have yet to discover my own animal within. I will show you my love. Your Lion has finally found its mate.

-Nic

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BanCu:

I wait patiently, holding you in my lap. My thoughts drift for a moment towards the near future and all its possibilities.

‘Briiishan…’

The way my name rolls off your tongue sends shivers racing up my spine. I try to hold them back but this bond makes us both vulnerable. You smile and look down and away for a moment and I take that opportunity to nuzzle your ear.

“Briiiishan…”

Turning your face to my own ear you whisper my name out loud this time and the effect is immediate. An overwhelming surge of love and desire sweeps over me and through you, and you close your eyes from the power of it.

‘Look at me…and tell me of your Mothers, little Kinter…’

When you open your eyes the depth of emotion found there astounds me. You touch your forehead to mine and your voice resonates inside me as your lineage unfolds.

“I am half-sister to the past Sasha the Kinter, daughter of Queen select Jozephine and Kinter Medista the Forest Dweller.”

Yes, I have heard of this Queen of the far territories. Formidable. Reclusive. Powerful. Medista, of course, was well known to me having been present at the birth of my daughter, Lleyke. What few knew was that she herself retrieved me for the Elder council where I was brought back from the killing fields of aMas rage and Kinter grief. Medista understood us more than most – I’m not sure if it was the Forest that gave us common ground – and I never hesitated to send Lleyke to her home to learn vital Kinter skills. I always suspected it was she that had set Sasha on her path to me these years past.

Sasha did not speak of the Queen much and for what reasons I do not know. I never felt anger or animosity but more a deep sadness entwined with you and I chose not to push her for an answer. She never told me your true name only ‘Calon’, her little heart.

“…of the blessed Royal survivor past Brigette Tobias Kinter, first selected ArrowSmith of the House of Mount Kinter.”

Even as the words sink in I can’t keep from reacting and I instantly regret your stab of fear that follows my outburst. My mind races through the potentials, discarding prior myths and forming new theories.

The House of Kinter. How is this possible? The Royal House was said to have been wreaked asunder during the War. It was Sagan the Wise herself that acknowledged this at Elders council and the Queens of the aMas had accepted it as truth. Kinterkin do not lie. The Royal lines of Kinter and aMas would never be united, not in the true sense, because of the loss of the original elfin lineage. Yet, why then would Sagan push for the passing of the Printan Accord when there could be no continuation of the Royal line? Or, was she simply presenting an alternate truth to shield someone from others on the council?

Quickly I shut out these thoughts and focus on you. There is a tinge of fear from you that I can’t fathom, for why would I be afraid of such strength and beauty? Your truth is magnificent and I am honored to have been bonded to one of such power and nobility. Tilting your face up to meet my eyes I gently kiss your soft lips in reassurance. Your eyes turn golden with unspoken emotion as you caress my very soul.

“Please take me to your bed, my lion. I need you.”

Standing with you pressed close to me I become aware that only two of my guards remained at post. A quick look and Aren, my Captain, is at my side.

“My Nerys, your service?”

“Send that one for a cloak, Eagle, and be quick about it. And Captain? I trust you will see to the discipline of my guards for abandoning their posts even if it was to screw each other blind.”

“Yes, my Nerys. As you wish.” With a hand gesture and a growl, Aren sends the guard running as if her life depended on it. Knowing my Captain, she would probably consider it.

“And Eagle…”

“Yes, my Nerys?”

“Please have my bedchamber seen to…and be quick about it.” The last bit is said through bared teeth leaving no doubt as to my state of mind. The Lion is stirring again, fed by your growing desire, and a hidden power that I can only guess at. I find I can’t keep my hands off of you, your golden skin begging to be touched. This bond is intoxicating as we feed each other’s souls. As you press yourself tight against me I rub my face against yours. The guard arrives, eyes averted, and I fold the cloak about you. Gathering you in my arms and setting off for my much too distant chambers I send you one last rational thought before my focus is taken over by the Lion.

‘Tell me, Kinter…what am I to call the sister of Sasha?’

-BanCu

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JLNicky:

"Jostricalon is my given name," I whisper shyly. Your eyes shine as if you know the true Kinter meaning. But then, you would know. My heart beats strongly as I lean into your embrace. “If you are mine forever I shall always have this joyous heart."

-Nic

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BanCu:

Though trained in the High language, my aMas tongue cannot do justice to the Kinter music that is your name. I hesitate to try but do and your quick laughter brings a wry smile to my face. Ahhh, but you stroke my cheek and whisper it again, my heart filling with the strength of your love, and I quickly forget my pride.

Pulling you close I brush your lips with mine. "By the Goddess hand, and my own wild heart, I make you my Queen, Jostricalon of Jozephine." And with those words I feel my soul begin to heal.

It has been said that only the Lions of the Highlands mate for life. I know this to be true for it is the thread of my life, Brishan of the Lion's Crown.

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