Oleander Lullaby (NC-17) [Kesshou]

[Eleri Danu'Fada]

Eleri had managed to avoid further detention in her own kingdom after her little stunt of running away, luckily being in another territory of the Light Kingdom had only helped her case. If some in the court, including their family had their way she would have been chained up in her room if it was not for the fact that her powers of divination had been called on most recently as her own attack by the Dark Fey among others had begun to be noticed. No one had been any wiser to what had happened in her meeting with the Solitary Fey who had attacked her in the Light Kingdom, and thankfully she could attribute that ignorance to her freedom currently as she lay among the flowers of the valley.

White petals were stuck in rosy curls splayed out around her head as she lay, almost covered by the flowers themselves that grew around her little spot. Her cloak laid out like blanket, the soft blue and green silks of her dress looking travel worn from walking so far off of the paths through the forest, the skirt falling a little up her legs as she lazily let them run through the tall grass, enjoying the tickle it drew. Still, the ruined silks were worth the view of the flowers here, the valley opened up to the wide blue sky, a few passing clouds drawing shadows across the grass and flowers as the wind rushed along. Everything smelled so sweet, not like the air of the sea that was heavy with salt.

Eleri delicately nibbled away upon a sticky honeycomb as her thoughts wandered. It was so strange that in all her times of travel so many bad things had happened. Even in consulting her own magic there seemed to be a dark haze that settled over everything, even her dreams. A tiny sigh lifted up on the wind as she turned to her side, petals fluttering up around her as they were carried up by the wind, the trees giving a rustling hiss. It was so quiet in this place, even the touch of magic seemed to not reach here, but at the same time it felt as if it soaked the very earth. The girl licked her lips of the sugar there, savoring the rare flavor as she stretched out, catching flowers between her finger tips, braiding them, watching them lazily sway.

The smells, the warmth, the tastes that lingered, if only she could melt into the very ground itself and become a flower as well she thought, closing her eyes as she felt the edges of sleep begin to wind around her.

[Kesshou N'harun]

In her times of wandering, many and often as they were, Kesshou despite her rather twisted nature (a birthright, perhaps, of her Dark blood) was rarely the type to cause an uproar. Contrary to her recent realignment with the Dark Kingdom as a whole, she felt little connection, the place serving as a memory and a comforting shadow, but nothing more.

Rather, she had always been fond in a strange way of the other kingdoms, and while many a Dark Fey were quite interesting, there was nothing quite as interesting as the Fey of the Light courts.

It was never really hard for her to slip through most of the borders when she donned unassuming clothing and hid her wings, with a look here, a brush of a hand there when a mention of her solitary nature (true or untrue, there were no stamps upon her that would tell them otherwise) wasn't quite enough to do the trick. She wondered perhaps if the Kingdom would not have her back, this time, but found she had no real care if they did.

Today, as she took a walk in the valley, she wondered if it had ever been painted in the blood of war, thought it would be pretty in the moonlight, but let the thought go. Her fingertips (nails painted this time in a golden brown to match her lips) caressed the tips of the tall grass with no ill intent, the way she moved through the flowers almost reverent in its smoothness. Out of her element, but within her cultural knowledge, as she had spent some time among several small villages throughout the Earth Kingdom and many of the others.

A smile curved her lips then, close to peaceful. She could remember them serenely here, an odd emotion that didn't quite fit her and in remembrance she began to sing, a prayer for the dead she had learned here so many, many years ago.

And as she turned, the longest points of her skirt in the back (an earthy sort of brown with hints of gold, almost as if to mimic the Fey that lived here) brushed against the ground.

[Eleri Danu'Fada]

The grass and ground was so soft, giving beneath Eleri's body as she curled up. The soft breeze felt so good along her skin, the silence settling in as her lips parted in a soft yawn. This place seemed more of a dream than reality to her. Even now she could hear a voice on the air, singing so sweetly...

Teal eyes opened in surprise as the song continued on through the valley. As her sleepiness wore off she began to realize that whatever dream she thought she was having was very real indeed. She sat up slowly, drawing herself onto her elbows as she tried to look out above the grass and flowers. The wind picked up a little now, the song carrying to her as she looked about for the source of the beautiful sound that was so familiar to her it seemed.

Along the field her gaze saw another figure in the valley, a figure she'd not seen before. The blond hair, the pale skin, the face that she could see...

"Kesshou..." Eleri mumbled softly as she climbed up to her knees to get a better view to confirm just who it was she thought she was seeing. That form was so familiar, the song slipping into her mind, an echo of their last meeting. This time she did not hide, but instead drew up onto her feet, the tall grass and flowers coming up to her knees, catching on her dress as she just watched Kesshou, stepping in closer towards the other.

[Kesshou N'harun]

Movement. Out of the corner of her eye Kesshou could see it, but she did not stop, sang on until the melody was finished and her respects were paid, the song ending on a low, somber note as she turned toward the movement. Such a brilliant color, and she could recognize it right away, despite the length of time.

To find her pet, she had indeed been on her way to the ocean, to the beautiful shores of Stillicidium in spring to watch the fish become Fey. The corners of her painted lips turned upward at the sight of her, dear sweet thing, yes, she would have her. The grass tickled along her bare legs in the front, snuck up the back of her skirt and she altered the path she had been walking.

There was no power necessary, it seemed, to draw the girl in this time, and she closed the distance with the grace of a predator, slow but not lacking confidence. Nearing the girl, a slender arm lifted, reaching for her, wont to curl into her soft hair and draw her deeper. Deeper, and perhaps the faintest hint of her power escaped like a second glance, a double-take, a worming thought.

"You're looking quite lovely, dearthing," she said then, fingertips just brushing the girl's cheek. She could smell honey, and it was so terribly sweet and sticky a scent upon her. "I could just eat you up, Eleri, sweet..." A butterfly feeling to instill.

And you would enjoy it so...

[Eleri Danu'Fada]

The song was haunting on the wind, so sad, Eleri thought as she felt a hitch in her breath, almost afraid to exhale to have her own sound ruin the last chords. Closing her eyes as the music died she could only give a small shudder. Whether or not there had been any magic in the words, or the very music itself, there was power and it moved the Water Fey whose fingers clutched at the skirt of her dress as she stopped in her movements as the other started towards her.

Run... Her mind echoed the thought. The Dark Fey, how had she gotten to this place in this territory? Kesshou posed a mystery to the Divine, who even in her dreams could not think of some way to explain this woman. Carefully she stepped closer, towards the hand that was already so close it could touch her. Was this the foolish fly falling into the spider's trap?

Leaning her head into the touch she had to stop herself from moving any further as she felt her lips touch the warm skin of Kesshou's palm. Pulling away she controlled the flush that she could feel the heat of on her cheeks. Kesshou's teasing words of devouring her succeeded in making her squirm, not in discomfort, but rather from her own excitement she tried to hide. She moved, shifted as she lowered herself into a formal bow, taking this moment that her face was hidden to catch her own breath as a familiar pull deep within her stirred.

"I never thought I would see you again. What has brought you so far out of your territory? There is risk if you are caught." Concern tinged her voice as she stepped in closer.

[Kesshou N'harun]

Ah, there she was, such a pretty thing, and all in her grasp... Kesshou's smile did not waver, something almost fond but tinged with something unrecognizable lingering in her crimson eyes. This Dark Fey had such a way with people, indeed, but it was something she did not boast of. It often was that in the Dark, when one was boastful of their power they seemed to end up either dead or in the midst of something she wanted nothing to do with.

She let her hand move in the moment that Eleri's lips touched her palm, just a subtle movement, but enough possession and care behind it to make her point. Mine now...

Such a dainty thing, though she knew that there was a fight in the girl, to act casually despite a run-in with a less than savory sort (or two, little did she know). It was good to see her innocence was not yet shattered (there would be plenty of time for that), and as she bowed so formally Kesshou found herself thinking briefly of young, foolish aspirations. To be a Queen was far too much trouble. To be a Mistress, however...

"Oh, my sweet thing," she purred, the tone of her voice naturally seductive as she closed the distance, arms curled around the girl's shoulders and face just a hair's breadth away, "you needn't worry about me..."

But how sweet of her, how naive, to worry about a supposed enemy. Though she herself was, in the end, a far too neutral party, and it seemed the council hadn't changed much over the years. With the Wing Stealer still there, she was as good as an exile as it were (for if he saw her, he would kill her if he had the opportunity, of that she had no doubt). She let the tip of her nose touch Eleri's cheek.

[Eleri Danu'Fada]

Bare feet stumbled forward across the soft earth as Eleri felt Kesshou's arm encircle her, drawing her till she could feel the warm breath sliding over her cheek. So close, though she knew they'd been much closer before in such a situation. She bit her lip, moving just slightly in the other's hold. The possessive names made the Water Fey nervous, she had fought being just a tool to be used by her own people, but to hear these words coming from the woman's mouth...it was a conflict that played out in darkening teal eyes.

"I do worry. This is not neutral territory...this place isn't like the mountain. If you...if we are caught..." She trailed off, Eleri turned her head a bit as Kesshou nuzzled her, a small sigh passing her lips as her hands fell to the other's waist, fingers tightening in the dresses' material there as her body moved against the Dark Fey's. Turning her head just slightly it was so hard to resist closing the distance as she could feel the heat of her lips.

"I don't know what punishment there would be, but even to have some friendship between you and I wouldn't be met unchallenged or without injury to someone. I have only just recently been freed to travel again and that punishment was for being attacked." She pulled back just slightly to look into the haunting crimson eyes. One hand came up to brush along Kesshou's cheek. Eleri wanted to feel more of the touch as she let her hand brush down, her own eyes following her fingers as they traced down the fair jaw and throat till she let it rest on her shoulder before she let her eyes meet Kesshou's gaze again.

"How is it you are not afraid of what could result from this? Surely someone like myself is not worth this risk just to tease a little bit."

[Kesshou N'harun]

It was there, a question, a doubt, and Kesshou would not let it linger within the girl for long, the faint pull of her power present as Eleri spoke of the lack of neutrality and the danger of being caught. Still, the girl would be hers, she would have nothing but.

The closeness, the touch allowed her to push and pull with an even finer precision, and she let her fingertips dance between the girl's shoulder blades, light and teasing. She let her speak, though, let her voice her concerns of their meeting and her presence and merely gave the slightest brush of her lips against the corner of the Water Fey's before the girl had pulled back.

Almost catlike, she let herself nearly nuzzle into the gentle touch, a small self indulgence before that touch had settled upon her bare shoulder and those eyes were again looking into hers. Almost sad, that the girl had yet to figure it out, but she had never been blatant with her power in this case, and rarely was when it was for amusement or personal gain. The Wing Stealer, the Warrior had been different, and her life had depended upon the strength of her pull, but here...

She dipped her head, eyes half-lidded as her hands braced flat against Eleri's back and pulled her closer, as close as possible without being overly forceful. "I am but a solitary thing, my dear," she murmured, and it was almost true, her web though far more subtle being woven again, "and you think far, far too much..."

Before the girl could respond this time, however, she had engaged her lips with a slightly less subtle push of heat.

[Eleri Danu'Fada]

In the air there was magic, from the very earth, and Eleri thought nothing of the pull within her that made her want to just hold onto Kesshou for dear life. Her eyes fluttered shut at the soft ministrations of fingers along her bare back where her dress scooped down from its ties about her neck, a shuddering breath the only response to the barest touch of their lips.

A warmth dusted her cheeks as they grew rosy, the feeling slipping down her form as Eleri felt her body pulled in very close. Her breasts pressing into soft flesh, hips brushing against the fabric of Kesshou's gown as her eyes slowly opened, half-lidden as her breath grew into shallow, quick intakes. "Kess-" The beginning protests of the Fey's name were silence, her voice swallowed into the kiss, the only sound coming from the Water Fey was that of a muffled surprise.

The heat slipped further down, from her rapidly beating heart, through the almost nervous buttefly feeling into her stomach till it settled low in her body, an uncomfortable growing heat that wanted so much more...

A whimper rose up from Eleri as her body pressed in tighter to Kesshou's, desiring more of her touch. That delicious contact that seemed to only make the heat so much worse...the young Divine had never done anything like this before, but it just felt so good as her own arms trailed up to encircle Kesshou's neck and to make sure that no space had been left between their bodies. Her lips parted slightly as the girl moved to her toes to return the kiss heatedly.

[Kesshou N'harun]

Surprise, but surrender, want and it was such a delicious thing. Kesshou could taste the honey on the girl's lips as she drew the tip of her tongue across them, noting it a most appropriate taste for the sweet and innocent thing.

She drew her hands downward, a firm but unhurried touch along Eleri's back, her sides, her hips. Her kiss was similarly unhurried, languid and almost teasing in the way she didn't quite go the distance that was wanted of her. There were so many things she could do with the girl, this Divine, to mold her, to shape her, to ruin her if she pleased, and she had the feeling the poor dear didn't realize it at all.

Breaking away from temptingly soft lips she lightly perused a delicate jawline, eyes never falling all the way closed because this was a selfish venture, in the end, and she wanted to see each moment, each step further this pet would fall.

"Are you ready to stop thinking, love?" was a teasing murmur into the shell of her ear, and for this sweet thing she would start gently, her hands on the move back upward because she had the playful urge to tug at the ties that held the girl's dress up. After all, clothing was something that in the end would always just be in the way.

[Eleri Danu'Fada]

It was overwhelming, the sheer sensations that rushed through her as the kiss continued on. This time the Water Fey didn't have enough sense to push away like last time, something in the air, the sweetness of the flowers, the taste that invaded her mouth only tempting her further.

A moan rose up at the touch, each brush of the fingers drawing more heat to the core of her form.The cool breeze in the valley drawing goosebump over her skin. The touch cut through the haze in her mind as her lips parted for Kesshou, submitting willingly now. The Dark Fey tasted better than the honeycomb to her as her hands stroked the soft shoulders, running along the flesh as if to speak with her hands to her companion. Pulling, pushing, she felt as if she couldn't get close enough. Never had Eleri wanted for something so much than that touch.

The Water Fey whimpered, not wanting to lose the soft kiss as she tried to move closer only to feel the hot breath along her cheek, her jaw. Another loud moan echoed up into the air as her grip tightened on Kesshou. She nodded softly in response to her question, unable to put any thoughts together other than her gasp, "More..." she whispered, turning her head, running her lips along Kesshou's cheek, seeking her lips once more.

[Kesshou N'harun]

Such sweet sounds the girl was making, and it made Kesshou smile, a dark thing because this Fey was hers, there was no denying it. It had been such a long time since she'd kept something, and this time, the cat had snatched the goldfish right out of its bowl.

As lips searched for hers she teasingly avoided them, the nip placed just under Eleri's ear not soft but not terribly harsh as she hummed a sound of approval at her willingness. It was difficult, to an extent, to resist being rough, but the centuries had taught Kesshou patience and timing. There would be a time for rough, for demanding, for taking precisely what she wanted, but first was a time for teasing, and that too was a game she enjoyed playing.

Despite the fact that the Dark Fey allowed her fingers to work the fastenings of the girl's dress so soon, she moved with a deliberate slowness down the side of her neck. She worked with deceptively light presses of her lips, a brush, a tickle of sensation that was thoroughly teasing interspersed with purposefully delicate nips up until the very last fastening was undone (because there would be plenty of time to mark that pretty skin in a moment).

[Eleri Danu'Fada]

Eleri like the feeling of the bite at her ear. Never had she felt anything like this before, these touches that where not the delicateness that the Water Fey knew of, they were possessive. There was a tentative in her own kisses upon Kesshou's shoulders and throat, but an eagerness to please beneath all of it as her body swayed and rocked with the Dark Fey's touch. Never did she want this to end.

Teal eyes opened just enough to see as she felt the silk that clung to her body loosen as the fastened knot at her throat grew slack. A flutter, a russle of fabric as it slipped along the fair, rosy colored flesh, falling at her waist as one of her own hands moved to trap it to her form. The arm held her dress over her breasts, the soft, slippery material giving a good amount of trouble as Eleri tried to keep some decency at that moment in such proximity, one last defiance it seemed. She looked around the valley, trying hard, and failing at not letting the kisses at her throat distract her.

"Someone could see this." She gasped, her fingers of her hand holding her dress curling in the ocean colored material tightly as she bowed her head a bit. Muscles tensed, the Fey's body pulling away just slightly now though it was a hesistated action. The warmth within Eleri did not lessen, but instead grew worse, not wanting to stop...not wanting to leave Kesshou's embrace.

[Kesshou N'harun]

It was cute, how shy the girl was despite her obvious want, but in the end it would be futile. But perhaps Kesshou could lead by example, her fingertips trailing up Eleri's back once more before she removed her arms from around her, leaving a light kiss upon pink lips to hush the poor dear.

She turned away then, only to reach behind her back to undo the fastenings of her own dress (though it could hardly be called such with how little it left to the imagination) with a swift precision. She glanced back, over her shoulder as the garment fell away, the thin silks sliding easily on her skin a wonderful feeling all the way to where it pooled at her feet.

"And what if they do?" she purred, giving a rather languid (downright provocative) stretch, entirely unabashed at being naked in the open. She took a step out of the fabric pooled at her feet and turned again, slowly, to reach her hand out to the Water Fey, to meet her eyes, waiting expectantly (and with a promise of more).

[Eleri Danu'Fada]

Eleri held tightly to her dress, hesistating now as to whether or not she should pull away or let the other continue on. The Water Fey never had any lover to call her own, never found herself swept up in this wave of emotions that she felt she was drowing in. Shivering as fingers tickled along her spine, her back arching just slightly as she returned the kiss, "Kesshou?" She asked, softly as the Dark Fey turned away from her.

Panic rose within her, heart skipping a beat or two as she stepped forward. Had she angered Kesshou with her resistance? Usually the Divine had a fiery streak of resistance from doing anything another wanted of her, but something about the blonde Fey made her feel at ease, unable to refuse her. However, as she began to raise protest to the sudden loss of Kesshou she saw the flutter of brown silk, revealing the expanse of pale flesh. Crimson stained Eleri's cheeks as her eyes took in the nude form before meeting the gaze that peeked out over a shoulder. "Ah...you..." She began, watching Kesshou move, turning towards her as the Water Fey cheated and took in even more of the tempting body.

Drawing her eyes up the girl eyed the outstretched hand before meeting the gaze again. One could get lost in those red eyes as Eleri slowly loosened her grasp on her own dress as she held out her own hand. Fabric slipped slowly down, catching on the defined curve of her hips as she stepped closer before slipping down to her feet. Many times the the Water Fey had swum about, feeling the water on her naked form, had laid out in the sun and fel it on her skin. Something about the feeling of the air at that moment touching where even another person's hand had not been made her tremble as she stepped in close to Kesshou, feeling the radiating heat as the took the hand tightly in her own.