Thread: Ascension to the Heavens|Descent into Hell(Corsair and Xana)

Eva held Mykel against her breast, stroking through his sweat slick hair and enjoying the afterglow. Just as he suggested, she felt satisfied, and exhausted and confident. Regardless of of how they might explore or enjoy others, he was always there, to come back to. To be the safe, familiar embrace she could always count on. It was fun, she giggled, even though that was off. It was more than that, more than mere pastime, more than just getting off. Im glad you decided you didnt want to just go jack off somewhere. Planting a kiss on his forehead, she settled into bed, into a comfortable position. Not that it was hard, they had slept like this many times before. Her eyes closed as her breathing calmed, becoming slow and rhythmic as sleep weighed upon her. Still, it wasnt so easy to sleep, with doubts still in her mind. Youyoull be careful, right? She whispered, stroking his bare arms. I mean, I know were paladins, and facing danger is our duty, butthis isnt the sort of danger we prepared for. Bodily harm, not threats to our souls. I just the words evaporated into the still of the night. She was quiet for awhile before sighing. Just, dont let it go too far, okay? The concern had her feeling vulnerable, as if she had admitted something deeply held to him. As if this had moved beyond being best friends and into something else. Anxiety rose in her gut at the worry, and she needed to quiet it once more, and diffuse any tension. So she forced a smirk, and nuzzled his nose. And, if you get another chance to get at those twins, fuck them good and hard for me too, yeah? Why does a dragon need horses? I mean, I imagine you dont eat these ones. Clara asked, fingers stroking Beautys mane. And flying faster than riding could ever be. Besides, you like being the dragon , she didnt say, but it was on the tip of her tongue. Dont get me wrong. It is impressive, to see how much your blood changes them, Clara admitted, walking the length of the stable to get a better look at his stock. On the way up here, the first time, we encountered wolves. Dire wolves, almost as big as a horse. Not one of these horses, mind you, but nearly twice as big as a wolf. They took down one of our horses and broke Sigurds arm. It was a nasty battle, as fierce as any demon, but Thora managed to tame one. Soothe the rage that coursed through its blood, she said. She used it as a mount and ally, and eventually a pet. We named her Hope. Shes getting up there, but still pretty strong and active. I guess she has your blood, too. Just like me. The thought crept up, threatening to once more disrupt her good mood. To shatter the goodwill and affection building between them. What had he said before, that he just wanted to if what would happen if he gave her his blood? To see how she might change. Like the horses and the wolves, and all the other creatures touched by his presence. She was just another thing in his domain, a lesser being that he was free to experiment on because he could. Because she did not stop him. There was another sigh, as she knew she was just irritating herself. There was a wedding to look forward to, and she had to be happy and supportive, for her cousins sake. Still, despite trying, honestly trying to let it go, she just couldnt. Not with the next question out of her mouth. Am I just another experiment, like these horses? Another being in your domain you can test on, because you feel like it. Do you see me that way I see horses?