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bloodtithe: Kell

Night had fallen when the units from Ardismouth reunited with the camp. Several great cries went up, shouts, whooping for friends to reunite, family and loved ones embracing around the fire. The stores of liquor were opened up, passed down the line from camp to camp.

Neria bypassed all of that. The moment the word was given, she broke rank, urging her horse up and down the line of camps until she found Thomelin Medon's fire, and she threw herself down from her horse in no time at all. The creature was barely tethered before she went running, looking for Hakkyuu's familiar tent. It didn't take her overlong, passing Harry's, passing all of the other's, and shoving aside the flap in search of her friends. If they weren't there--

Hakkyuu wasn't. But the figure standing there was one whose heart made her ache, just glancing on him. Neria crossed the tent in no time at all and gave him no time to brace himself. She flung her arms around him. "Kell," she breathed, pressing close, her smile felt so close to his cheek. "Kell!"

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Her laugh echoed his, breathy, just a ghost of a sound against his collar. "If I had more to spare," she teased, and actually contemplated the loss of a single shirt if it meant calling his bluff. But she'd need it to slip back into her own tent later, no matter where this ended up, so she left the implication where it was.

As more of Kell was shown to her, her eyes found that silver scar again. Her fingers sought it out, the gesture far gentler than she'd shown so far, just the tips of her fingers brushing over it. No other scars, nothing. It was as if nothing had happened since she left.

It occurred to her, in that moment, that beneath her fingers, Kell's heart was beating. He was warm. Had he even truly died?

His touch guided her focus back to his face. The smile returned easily, warmed by the suggestion. "If you promise to make sure I don't get cold."

Kell shivered as Neria's fingers slid over the scar, the connection, the magic, and so recently, the moral wound. There was no trace of it now. No scar to say where the first had been, where his heart had torn free, lungs ripped.

It was a sobering distraction, and his smile faltered, but the warmth didn't fade. Kell pressed into her hand, the full push of his chest against her palm, the magnetism that came so easily with her.

So naturally.

"I can," he answered, running his finger against her cheek, catching her eyes to remind her. He was warm.

Kell closed the distance, leaned in, and touched their foreheads together, found the edge of her tunic, pulled it up and off.

Neria's hand flattened against his chest as he pressed closer, meeting her gaze. Warm, alive. That was all that mattered. She remembered in the dark of that night how she might have lost him and never known, how their goodbye would truly have been the final words they would have said to each other.

Her thumb brushed over the scar. With care, she went up on her toes to keep their foreheads together just a moment longer, her eyes on his.

It was with some reluctance that she pulled away so he could slip her tunic off. Beneath was a simple camisole, just another layer to keep the chill out, which she helped him to discard as well. The band around her breasts was all that was left, tied in the front. She did not give him the opportunity to undo them so easily.

Instead, Neria stepped closer, pulled in by Kell's warmth and the simple draw of him, the desire not to be parted again. She tipped her head up to kiss him again, a slow and languid press of her lips.

Kell had never done this with tenderness. Sex was more an itch to be scratched than an expression of intimacy, and Neria's closeness felt like a promise. Kell kept waiting for something in him to rise up uncomfortably, to push him back, to slow him, and nothing did.

He waited for the heat to falter and the spark to die, or for the flames to burn the ache in his heart away and leave this as one more time, and it didn't happen. Instead, her camisole hit the floor, her lips on his, her softly rounded chest against his own, and Kell lost his breath.

Wrapped his arms around her and held her closer, fingertips tangling in the band, pressing under it to feel more of her skin. With slow kisses and slower touches of tongue, Kell sank down and onto the cot, drawing Neria with him and into his lap. His hands left off the small of her back to smooth along her thighs, guiding her into straddling him.

A sigh slipped out of her as Kell tugged her closer, warm hands roaming up her back. She tilted into them just slightly, unconscious, as his fingers found the deep grooves in her back, the scars there. Three, long and jagged, from just beneath her right shoulder to her left him. There was no shame in the touch; she did not pull away. But she forgot, sometimes, what it felt like for someone to touch her in a place full of so many memories and so much pain.

Her breath coming out as a brief shudder, she leaned in to kiss him again, nibbling for just a moment at his lower lip. Kell coaxed her to follow him down, down, down, until he'd gone to sit on the cot with her over his legs, straddling his hips. There was red on her face now, in the points of her ears that were nearly hidden by the fall of her hair. None of this was new to her. But...it was Kell. Kell, who she wound closer to in increments these few months, and who drew her into his orbit so easily.

Hands going up to his face, she bent to kiss him again. The heat was back, her tongue sliding over his lower lip. Fingers drifted down over his throat, down to his shoulder, kneading there.

Kell's fingers slowed as they encountered her scars, trailing slowly along the place where scar tissue met skin. He shuddered, just barely, as she worked her fingers over his skin. His throat was sensitive, his shoulders tight, and every time her chest brushed his, he lost his breath.

Making a low sound against her mouth, Kell slid his fingers up Neria's thighs, gripping and pulling her flush against him, where she'd be able to feel him hard, under her.

As the pressure of her body settled, Kell drew in his breath in a hiss, bit down lightly on her lower lip.

It was no surprise to her. Neria had seen the proverbial weight. Her fingers kneaded gently, coaxing, letting him come apart as slow as he wished. She wasn't going anywhere, not without him, not tonight. Her arms went around his shoulders, wrapping him up as he drew her closer still, 'til there was nothing left between them.

Flush to him, she exhaled something too quiet to be called a groan. But he answered her and she smiled, even through the bite, and she tipped her head to give him more of her mouth.

His want was apparent between them and she did nothing to try to hide the fact that she knew. Neria rocked very slowly, very gently against him, keeping her body tipped against his. Her forehead brushed his own as she slid her hands down his back, fingertips warmed with fire magic to ghost along his skin.

Kell opened his mouth with another low, catching sound and Neria rolled her body against his, unable to keep quiet, especially as she started in with her magic, licking along his nerves, stiffening the muscles in a wave.

With anyone else he might have pushed, might have hurried this along, might have rushed through it. Instead he wrapped his arms around her waist, rocking his hips up with every push of hers, making sure that the hardness of his length through his pants pushed precisely against the crux of her thighs, where she was warmest.

Fire magic could not surround his fingers, could not be the echo of hers. But he ran his fingers up the nape of her neck, underneath her hair, then into it, gripping as he pressed hungrily up and into the kiss.

"Skin," Kell whispered, caught between request and command and beg, "on skin."

It was not fast but there was a surfeit to the intensity Kell offered. His body moved against hers, evident in his want. Neria's breath caught in her throat as she rocked against him, wanting more. He had her waist and then his fingers were in her hair. He gripped and she groaned against his mouth, pushing back, wanting more.

Too much and not enough.

She felt the sentiment echoed in his words and she smiled, kissed him soundly, capturing the way he pleaded.

"I need to move...for that," she whispered back, but was already fumbling with her belt, shoving it off. Her hand ducked between them, looking for the laces of his trousers.

"Mmmh-"

Neria's lips cut off the words, and he made a low, needing noise against her skin, fingers tangling in the band across her breasts, giving it a tug undone. He gave a low hiss as her fingers rubbed over the front of his trousers, pulled at the laces, loosened the restrictive press around his cock.

Kell tipped his head down, forehead against hers as she worked him free. Their fingers bumped together as he worked her laces open, helped her push her belt off.

With a slow smile he reached up to hook his fingers on either side of her leggings, starting to help work them down.

That last shred of fabric fell away from her chest and she trembled, breath whispering out of her. The passing of his fingers over her skin worked a brief shiver from her, though she did her best to stay the course. Her hands found his laces, worked him free, even as she felt him doing the same for her.

Neria's forehead remained against his as long as possible, basking in his warmth, in the smile Kell gave her as he tugged at her trousers. She wanted to kiss his mouth again, feel that smile with her lips... She barely withheld from the temptation, but her gaze strayed overlong, fixed there. With some reluctance, she parted from him only enough to tilt herself back, letting him drag her leggings down as far as he wished.

"All off?" she asked quietly, her hands pushing his own trousers down over the tops of his hips. Her hands remained there a moment, thumbs stroking over soft skin. "Or...?"

Dragging the leggings down her thighs, Kell caught his breath as he realized she'd need to stand up, move off of him to get completely bare -- but the way she was straddling him put them in near direct contact.

And the way she was tilted back gave him an unobstructed view of her. It made his breath catch just as surely as the way her thumbs slotted into the soft skin just inside his hipbones, finding his sensitive spots as easily as breathing.

"That would depend," he answered, reaching out to pull her closer, slotting them together as his lips brushed one pointed ear, "on whether you want to be able to wrap your legs around my waist while I'm in you."

As he spoke he deliberately pressed up against her, the front of his trousers straining against her bare, wet skin.

If she worked them down far enough, they could do it just like this.

It was a tangle of garments now, the cold threatening the creep in even with the intense heat of contact with Kell's body, with their bodies so close. Neria was nearly completely exposed now, throat flushed a deep scarlet on her dark skin beneath the intensity of his gaze. Kell drew her in close and her heart tumbled through the beats, stuttering in her chest.

The sound she made as his lips brushed her ear was lewd, a growled groan she could not fully suppress. He pushed up against her, a reminder of how close, how easy it would be to shove her trousers down just a little further...

Neria's breath caught. When she tipped her head to him, her eyes were bright in the darkness, and she brushed her cheek to his in a nuzzle.

Her lips - and teeth - found his ear. Gave it a brief tug.

"Tease," she hissed, and her lips found the hollow beneath his ear only moments before she tugged away to unwind herself. The trousers came off completely, no matter the chill.

Kell promised to keep her warm.

Neria was quick, efficient. Found her way back into his lap in near record time, her lips finding his insistently.

"Ah--"

Apparently, his ear was a sensitive point, along with the side of his neck, the soft skin immediately behind it. The way she pushed against him had her breasts brushing against his chest, and he nearly lost his train of thought entirely.

"Me?" he growled back, suddenly flustered, and his eyes widened as she withdrew, eyes caught on every inch of exposed skin, her dark hair reflecting the lamplight.

Sanct.

Kell fumbled with his own trousers as Neria straddled him again, just barely had worked himself free enough to press against her thigh when she pressed up against him, muffling his stuttered sound with her mouth. He reached up, gripped her hips to press them flush together, deliciously bare.

They slid together decidedly more easily now, and as the length of his cock slid along her slit, Kell's breathing stuttered against her lips.

He looked good like that, all flushed and stuttering, tipped just slightly out of pace in the dance they were doing together.

Neria smiled, a sharp expression against his lips. She heard his breath catch as she slid back against him, and as he pulled her in close by the hips, she gasped softly. They were nicely aligned now, the hardness of him sliding along her slit, and she trembled with want. Couldn't quite catch her breath with it all.

She parted from his lips just enough to look into Kell's mismatched eyes. Her hands cupped his face. For all the intensity, the heat, her touch was gentle as her fingers fell lower, over his throat and his shoulders, back up and into the ends of his hair.

He really was very handsome to her. Beautiful, even, in his own way, and always precious to her.

As she rocked against him, trapping his cock between their bodies, she whispered his name against his mouth. It was a sound of want and wonder both, as Neria's thoughts began and ended with Kell Maresh in that moment.

It was a side of him few people saw.

Kell's mouth caught Neria's as she trembled, worked his hands against her hips to amplify the intensity of the way she rocked against him, measuring time in warm breath and the way their bodies warmed the inside of the tent.

Under her fingers he broke down, little by little, leaned into her touch like a man starved. As she worked her body against him, a tease of how it would be around him, Kell reached up to cup her cheeks and work her into a slowly, deeper kiss.

As he did, the slide of their bodies happened align, and the blunt head of his cock pushed against her, angled in -- and Kell gasped sharply.

"Neria," he whispered, voice hoarse. "Please."

She fell into the kiss with abandon, all other thoughts completely discarded in favor of the sensations she had with him. The ache, the want, the rampant desire...and something deeper, she realized, with some faint cognizance she thought had been discarded.

Neria did not think to chase those thoughts. Kell had her complete attention in the cant of his body, in his warmth. In his hands at her face, the kiss that threatened to drown her.

He pulled them closer, so much that he could have simply slipped inside her, and her breath stuttered against his lips. Kell begged her and she was lost.

"Yes," she mumbled, fingers tight in the ends of his hair. "Yes." It took so little to tip herself up onto her knees just so, just so they fit together once more. A simple rock of her hips started to draw him in and she bit down on the sound that nearly slipped out, and Neria let him guide her down to how he wished to have her.

Neria's lips on his, her fingers in his hair, nothing could muffle the low sound that escaped him as she sank down on him, engulfing him into her tight, wet heat.

Wordless, he gripped her hips to pull her closer to him, deep as he could, her clit grinding up against his body as he fought to maintain control of himself. To not spill her onto the bed and see if he could make her cry out and-

And then he was moving, angling his hips to grind up and into her, despite the angle.

The sound Kell pressed against her mouth worked a shiver up her spine, had her hissing softly against his lips. He slipped into her and her breath caught. For several moments, Neria forgot how to breathe, fixated on the feeling of his hands on her hips, gripping tight enough that she could feel the tremor of need in them.

He pressed up, deeper into her, grinding, and the sound that spilled out was a gasp and a groan both. Neria's hands gripped his shoulders, lips parting from his as she trembled a moment.

"Oh," she gasped, pressing back, chasing the roll of his hips for more.

Kell gave a wordless groan as Neria ground into him, rubbing their hips together, taking him so deep he couldn't immediately think. Instead of faltering he wrapped one arm around her waist and held her there, deep and aching, him giving a heavy twitch inside of her.

"Was that a good place?" he asked, his lips pressed against her ear to whisper as he again began to move. Short, deep strokes, rubbing them together with every minuscule movement.

Words seemed impossible for several moments as she felt him keenly. Kell held her there, not allowing her to move, and everything felt too tight, too strained, enough to make her dizzy already. As he leaned in, she nuzzled him almost helplessly, her ear terribly sensitive to the warmth of his breath.

"Yes," was what she managed, even as he moved. She wanted so much that she simply fell into the rhythm he coaxed from her for the time being. Her fingers were digging into his shoulders until she remembered to move them. Neria stroked down Kell's chest, gave him tipped points of heat when her thoughts managed to catch up to her. "Just like that," she encouraged, kissing by his ear. She kept her body pressed to his as often as she could, unable to part from Kell for too long.

Staying so close together limited their movements, but Kell found that he wanted as much skin on skin as possible -- and more than that, wanted to be as close as possible. He wrapped both arms around Neria and pulled her closer to him, breathing stuttering in her ear as the magic, her magic, snapped between them. Every spark heightened his sensitivity.

The position was limited, but allowed them a closeness they might not have otherwise managed, and every time he felt her body stiffen against his, felt her clench around him, Kell came perilously close to losing control.

Instead of keeping her movements constrained, he arched into them, worked his hands onto her hips to help her keep pace, help her ride him as she liked.

She smiled against the side of his head, pleased to catch him off guard in one way tonight. Neria nuzzled him, kissed his hair, near his ear, as he pulled her in and guided her hips. They were limited in how they could move, yes, but they moved nearly as one. Knees digging into the cot, she rode Kell, head bent in close, her breath coming quickly against his neck.

It wasn't overly long before it was difficult to maintain the magic at her hands. She tried valiantly, alternating to the very faint tingle of lightning magic, but as she felt her control slipping... Neria shuttered her magic, snuffing it out with reluctance. A hand came up around the back of Kell's neck, needing a lifeline as she tightened. Barely held on to her threadbare will, her body shuddering, clenching down.

With a puff of breath, she pressed her forehead to his shoulder, voice coming in quiet gasps. She took the moment to grind down against him until she saw stars. "Kell--" she groaned quietly, close to begging. It was a warning. She wouldn't last much longer.

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