bloodtithe: Kell

[queensland]

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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[unabatedly]

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.