***Kiree***

*No, Salanth, not now!* Kiree moaned mentally.
Already she was being drawn outside, into the winter sunshine, goosebumps
rising on her nude skin...

Nude skin? She looked down. In the heat of the mating flight, she had not
put on any clothes! Wisfully, she looked back to her apartment, even as
the riders crowded around her. Too late now...

The group of males were faceless in her altered vision, all that she
saw were the dim outlines of the men and the all-enveloping thought of
her dragon high above, taunting the male dragons.

<None of you are worthy! See how slow you are!> Arrogant, confident...
she echoed Salanth, wrapping herself catlike around one man, then 
another, teasing them, growling if one came too close to trapping
her. Above her, Salanth crooned teasingly as one by one males began 
to drop out, exhausted. 

Suddenly a shadow came across Salanth's vision. A large black 
silhouette slammed into her from above, wings wrapping around her 
as talons dug painfully into her tail.

<You are mine!> Zenith roared defiantly at her.

<Never!> Salanth screamed back as they tumbled and twisted towards the
earth.

R'ven's arms were tightly holding Kiree to him, trapping her arms to
her sides.

"Submit!" he said before savagely kissing her lips.

<You are worthy, Zenith. I will have you as mate.>

The two dragons broke apart and flew off into the snow capped ridges.

It was with ease that R'ven swept Kiree into his arms. Her hands
snaking in his unruley black hair as she returned his hot kisses.

Kicking open a door to a storage room, R'ven lay the tiny woman down on
the floor and took her in a frenzied, dragon induced, mating. Kiree
didn't care about the speed of it; all she cared about was the 
pleasure filling her body even as her mind registered Zenith mating
with Salanth...

They barely had time to relax, catch a few frenzied breaths, before 
Zenith was mounting Salanth again. Kiree surrendered to it, gasping 
with pleasure as R'ven entered her. The second mating was slow and
prolonged; Kiree could hear R'ven growling something under his 
breath, adding Zenith's name...but that didn't matter, only the 
weight of his body on her and the passion dominating her mind, 
both hers and her dragon's. Finally, Kiree could control herself no 
longer, the delicious friction becoming exquisite, ecstatic; she 
moaned, thrashed, grasping R'vens hair again, kissing him, pulling
him with her into climax. R'ven moaned as well, dropping his head to 
her shoulder, half-collapsing onto her sweaty body, eyes half-glazed.
she clung to him like that, letting the passion slowly drain away,
their breathing slowly returning to normal. Kiree moaned again as
the rider slowly withdrew from her, then kissed her neck. She relaxed,
holding him, as they drifted off into sleep...

She woke to feel his hand lightly caressing her stomach. She stretched,
her belly becoming taught under his touch, then relaxed as he 
continued to lightly tease her skin.

"Sleep well, kitten?"

"Mmm hmm." *How are you doing, dear?*

<Don't bother me, I'm busy cuddling.>

*I'm sure you are.* She grinned at the thought. Meanwhile, R'ven 
had taken one of her hands and brought it to his mouth; as his tongue
begn to snake along the base of her palm, she shivered...

He stopped; she sighed a little in dismay. "You have a little problem,
kitten."

Why? She couldn't...oh. "I doubt it...it was a mating flight, after
all. I wouldn't think Gerald would mind."

R'ven smiled slightly. "No, I doubt he would." He had a twinkle in his 
eye. "That's not what I meant, lass. Will you eventually be leaving 
this storage room?"

"I would hope so!"

"What will you be wearing?"

Suddenly she remembered. "Oh, no..." she looked around frantically.

"Not to worry, kitten. I'll be happy to get your clothes. Of course,
since I have you here naked..." His fingers were busy again, tracing
along her ankles, calves, thighs...she shivered again.

Why not? "Do you think you're up to it?" She reached out and lightly 
grasped him; she didn't think so. 

"Oh, perhaps," he said. He was allowing his tongue to follow his 
fingers on her leg. She began to caress him in turn, moaning in
encouragement as he became erect. He gasped as her mouth followed...

******************

It was dark as she snuck into the bedroom. In the half-light she could
see his dim outline under the sheets; Gerald was sleeping lightly,
fitfully. Quietly she undressed, then slipped under the covers with
him. Carefully, she lay against him, reaching around his huge form;
still in sleep, the bard reached around in turn and clasped her to
him. Safe in his warmth, she began to doze off...

Tomorrow would be a wonderful day.

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nrpg: I figured R'ven would leave Gerald to tell about Jayleigh.
I will continue with the next morning directly; sorry this one was
so short. :)
	
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