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sifanjewel · 3 years

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Strongest Clan Rivalries/Alliances

I wanted to make a list of the Gelfling clans who get along the best and those with the most conflict. Most of this is canon (info from Song of the Gelfling Clans, comics, ect) and some headcanons based on personal observation.

Also, warning of slight spoilers from the comics and novel series

Allies:

Vapra/Sifa - The Vapra and Sifa practically share borders with Cera-Na being in close proximity to Ha’rar on the coast. Much of their trade happens in the marketplace and docks between the two locations. These clans definitely intermingle the most, with many Vapran citizens appearing to be mixed with Sifa. Despite the Sifa’s brief plans to break away from the clans altogether, their alliance was solidified by the marriage between All-Maudra Mayrin and Captain Kam’lu.

Vapra/Stonewood - Being the two “highest” clans, there must be good relations between them. While there is some jealousy from the Stonewood regarding the Vapran Maudra’s position as All-Maudra despite the Stonewood having closer contact with the Skeksis, it is a topic dare not spoken of not only to avoid offending the Lords, but also to keep a steady trade system with the Vapra and Sifa. Plus, based on how highly Maudra Fara spoke of Mayrin, there’s no doubt the respective leaders got along, which most definitely helped in keeping peace.

Drenchen/Stonewood - I’m not completely sure on this one, but I think with the way Fara and Maudra Laesid interacted, it’s a good guess there's a pretty steady alliance between them. Not to mention Rian and Gurjin’s friendship, though I think even if the clans were initially rivals, the two would have found the good in each other regardless. The only doubts about the strength of this alliance come from the Stonewood’s behavior toward outsiders and Bellanji’s disdainful comments toward the clan at the start of the books series which suggest he may have had some negative personal experience with them, though Laesid is quick to shut him down.

Dousan/Sifa - Much like with the Vapran, Sifan borders with the Dousan are fairly close, and the two clans are very alike in terms of lifestyle and traditions. There are many similarities between the two that one begins to wonder if this is the result of Dousan culture weaving it’s way into Sifan culture, or perhaps the other way around (the former being more likely). The Seven Clans book mentions that though the Dousan live solitary lives, they come to Cera-Na to trade, which shows a great amount of trust in the alliance if the Dousan are willing to leave their precious desert to mingle with another clan, something they are rarely known to do otherwise.

Drenchen/Grottan - This is my personal headcanon, but since both clans are known for their healing, it wouldn’t be surprising if the two shared their different methods and worked out a good trade system. The Grottan teach alchemy and the Drenchen willingly demonstrate their vliyaya, which the Grottan are always amazed by.

Rivals:

Spriton/Stonewood - It has been made clear several times that the Spriton and Stonewood have been rivals for years, perhaps centuries. Though both clans appear to be quite territorial in nature, their conflicts seem to stem from a power struggle. Both are highly ranked (Stonewood second and Spriton third) and have similar clan lifestyles (each a mix of farmers, warriors, and song tellers), which creates a competition to win Skeksis favor. Fara even outright states how much Maudra Mera loves the Skeksis *almost* as much as she fears them, and her tone makes it clear that this has been the case for some time, and it doesn’t surprise her that she wouldn’t initially participate in the Resistance. Her tone makes it clear that they had never really gotten along even prior to this. Not to mention the way Kylan is treated for having a Stonewood father, and they way his parents had to live as outcasts in dangerous territory because of their frowned-upon union.

Spriton/Drenchen - Most of this is book canon, but the way the Spriton think of the Drenchen is so blatantly obvious from the start, simply from the way Naia is treated the moment she steps foot in Sami Thicket, even by the Maudra herself. Though Mera does her best to be cordial, her politeness is simply out of making herself look good for hosting a fellow Maudra’s daughter. She even goes so far as to say the Drenchen aren’t “important” when Naia asks about the Skeksis creating a census for the clans. Fara’s statement about Mera in the show is proven fact when the Spriton are willing to go into outright war with the Drenchen under the orders of skekUng, even when Mera knew exactly what the Skeksis were doing at that point. The Spriton’s loyalty to the Skeksis was stronger than clan relations, which nearly broke whatever peace the two clans had left between them, if not for Naia and the others stepping in when they did.

Vapra/Grottan - Not so much a “rivalry”, more of a general dislike for one another. Because the Grottan were pretty much shoved underground after the Silver Sea clan split, the Vapran soon seemed to forget about them and/or ignore them along with everyone else. After all, the Vapra symbolize the future while the Grottan handle things of the past (i.e. the Tomb of Relics), and are therefore more easily forgotten. The geographical and social differences between the clans cause a rift between them, leading the Vapran to disregard their “lower” halves and leave the Grottan somewhat bitter about the whole thing (as is made clear by Amri’s opinions in Songs)

Vapra/Drenchen - Another social/geographical divide, but much worse than with the Grottan. The two clans don’t interact much, but when they do, things can get ugly, as demonstrated by Naia and Tavra’s first meeting in the show. Their meeting and relationship through the first two books isn't exactly a friendly one either. Like with Maudra Mera, the two only initially get along because of Tavra’s professionalism and her priority to complete her mission as smoothly as possible. And although Laesid appeares to think somewhat highly of Mayrin in the show (or at least her final actions before her death), that was the extent of whatever semblance of peace there was between them.

Dousan/Everyone else but the Sifa - Like the Grottan, the Dousan are more just disliked by the higher clans. They don’t involve themselves in rivalries, it’s really more like the world is against them, but that doesn’t make it any better. None of this is the Dousan’s fault, which makes the situation even more sad. The Skeksis twisted the image of their clan and made them out to be “death worshippers”, therefore blasphemers in their eyes, causing the other clans (at least the ones closest to the Skeksis) to essentially turn their backs on them and fear them. It’s a conflict they don’t deserve to be put in the center of.

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So that’s my list of the strongest Gelfling clan alliances and rivalries. I hope I got my book information correct, I haven’t read them in a while and a friend is borrowing them so I can’t really check (I know I could look it up online too but honestly it’s easier to flip through the books). If anyone wants to add to or correct me on any of this, that’s perfectly fine!

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mrsarnasdelicious · 3 years

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Restful Respite - Dark Crystal Polyship Fic

I also posted the on my AO3, but seeing as how I am never using that anymore, I'll put it here, too. Entirely unbeta'ed.

We're not getting a Season 2, so I'll make it up myself.

Ch 1: The Council

The first night, no one does much. They sit around their fires and talk in hushed tones. Rian is subdued and huddled into Gurjin’s side. The Drenchen and his twin speak softly to him, nothing is asked of him this night. Everyone understands he is worried for Deet.

Seladon also keeps her silence. She sits by a fire, with Baffi in her lap. She stares into the flame, thinking of her mother and Maudra Fara. A paladin stands behind her, keeping watch over her.

Brea sits with Kylan. He’s made her a special herb tea, to settle her nerves. They chatter about little nothings, trying not to think of what happened today.

Everyone heads to bed early, retiring to tents or cottages. Rian finds the cottage he grew up in. Gurjin follows him past the doorstep. “Thank you, my friend.” Rian whispers. He can’t bear to be alone, which Gurjin knows.

Seladon follows Baffi to Fara’s living quarters, insisting Brea come as well. A handful of Paladins station themselves outside the door.

Naia joins Onica to stand her by in her grief. The two women stay close beside each other.

The following morning it is Rian to address the united clans. “Why isn’t Seladon up there?” Onica hisses to Naia. The Drenchen shrugs her broad shoulders. Beside her, Brea keeps her tongue. She knows her sister is too ashamed of her past behaviour. Seladon does not dare to face her people.

“Gelfling! My People! Yesterday we began a rebellion. Yesterday we chose to face the Skeksis in battle. Life will not be easy, not a single day of it. But please do not lose your ways. Please continue to dance, make music and sing. But be aware, this is war.” He says loudly. Everyone gazes up at him in awe. This young castle guard changed into a war leader, almost overnight.

“The Skeksis will not attack us right away, but when they do, I want us to be ready.” He says. “The Drenchen are always ready!” Shouts Maudra Laesid. “So are the Dousan.” Maudra Seethi adds her voice. “And the Spriton.” Maudra Mera will not be outdone. “And I am sure so are the Sifan and the Grottan, but we have all suffered losses and our balance is upended. We must not only patch up those holes, but also find our feet again.” Rian says, in a soothing tone of voice.

“Today we send our dead back to Thra, tomorrow we set to work. We will train young warriors, fashion weapons and armour and strengthen clan bonds.” With that, Rian jumps from the dais. He gives no orders, but leads by example. He heads for where Maudra Fara has been laid to rest, with beside her Tavra and the other fallen. Seladon and Brea follow close behind him. Next come the Maudra’s and then Gurjin, Naia, Kylan and Onica.

The deceased are picked up by Paladins of the Stonewood and Vapra clan, and carried to the Thronehall. Barely a tenth of all the gelfling present fit in, everyone that does not stands outside. Rian stands in front of Maudra Fara’s throne, looking down upon the deceased and those who mourn their loss. “Kylan, if you please.” He says. Kylan brings his Firca to his lips and begins the mournful tune. This time Rian begins the song. His voice is amplified by the large stone hall. No one makes a sound, save Kylan. The songteller knows well to keep playing. Even if he too, is enchanted by the vulnerable yet secure tone of Rian’s voice.

Brea is the first to break her silence. She joins her voice to Rian’s. Gurjin, Naia and Onice are next and soon enough everyone joins in the song. The gelfling outside the hall begin to sing as well, as does Mother Augra. Never has there been a song of so many voices.

The dead are laid to rest outside Stone-in-the-Wood, under flowery hills. Tavra and Maudra Fara are laid under the hill with the other late Maudra’s.

“Thank you, Gelfling.” Rian says loudly. “Take today to overthink those we lost and to prepare for tonight’s feast, we will celebrate in their honour.” He ushers his people back to Stone-in-the-Wood.

He turns to Gurjin. “Bring me the Hunter’s mask, please.” He says. “Of course.” Gurjin replies, with a curt nod. He turges into the village to retrieve the fallen Skesis’ garb. Most of it will be burned, but he suspects Rian is planning something with the mask. The thing is huge even to the Drenchen, made of a weighty metal. He has to cradle the thing in his arms like an infant. The rest of the garb he just piles on top.

Rian looks pleased when Gurjin presents him the skull. The other garb the Drenchen has already been dumped in the burning pit. “So what do you want with this?” Gurjin asks, holding the large mask out to his friend. “I think I might hang it above the fireplace in our cottage.” Rian takes the immense piece of armour and almost drops it again, because of the weight. Gurjin’s hands meet his own, steadying him. “Don’t put a dent in the stones.” He says with a small smirk. Rian can’t help a bit a laughter, despite his mood. “I think you should give this to Mother Aughra.” Gurjin says. Rian makes a thoughtful little noise.

“Mother Aughra, Mother Aughra!” The Old crone looks up from her ponderings. She finds Rian and Gurjin by her side. Rian is tugging at her dress like a childling would and Gurjin stands beside him, his arms full of Skeksis armour. She recognises the Hunter’s mask. “We want you to have this.” Rian gestures to the mask. Aughra looks at it for a long moment. Then she shakes her head. “I don’t want it, keep it.” She says curtly. “Y-yes mother Aughra.” Rian stammers. He turns away from Aughra, putting his hand on Gurjin’s arm. “Come.” He says softly.

Gurjin follows Rian to the cottage they share. He puts the mask on the large wooden table. “You give that a place, I’ll start the preps for tonight. I’ll see you out when you are ready.” He says to Rian. Rian turns to the Drenchen and gives a small nod. Gurjin tucks a blue strand of hair behind Rian’s ear. Rian’s ears turn red and droop a little.

Gurjin heads out to oversee the preparations, dishing out a good order or two here and there. Even the Vapran do as he asks this time.

That night all Gelfling are gathered to eat and drink, around long trestle tables and cooking fires. The clans are all mixed, Drenchen drinks with Vapran and Spriton sits trading jokes with Dousan.

Kylan tells song after song and his Firca barely sits still. There are Sifan telling tales of the high seas. Bobb’N and the other Grot children are listening breathlessly. Brea spots Juni and her Spriton boy sitting closely side by side. Naia is boasting of her battle prowess to several Dousan women and Gurjin is being felt up by a Sifan gelling.

Rian and Brea sit beside each other, silently. They are comfortable with that, knowing each of them has their own griefs and pains. Grief and pains they can only handle themselves.

Seladon sits alone, gazing into her soup as if she is trying to make sense of it. “You should eat something.” She looks up. She looks into pale eyes, which could be pale green or pale yellow, she is not sure. It is the paladin that gave her a leg up during the fight. He’s taken off his paladin garb, he is dressed in borrowed Stonewood garb, which somehow makes him look out of sorts. It is as though grey is the only colour she could think that suits him.

“Paladin, are you off duty?” Seladon asks him tentatively. “Please, All Maudra, call me Maurix, for it is the name my mother gave me upon my birth.” He says gently to her. “Then you ought to call me Seladon.” She replies. “Y-yes Seladon…” Maurix replies. He pronounces her name like he is tasting tasting it, letting it slide past his tongue. Seladon feels gooseflesh rise up her arms and down her spine. As though the Paladin had just ran his tongue over the shell of her ear. She flusters and peers into her soup.

On the third day, Stone-in-the-Wood is positively an anthill with all it’s activity. Not a single gelfling is setting still. Even Bobb’N and the Grot childlings are trying to help.

The Red Paladin stands guard just outside Stone-in-the-Wood. There is a disturbance in the woods. He stands from the rock he has been sitting on and readies his spear. “Who goes there?” He cries out. There comes no answer, only more rustling of leaves and breaking of branches. And it comes ever closer. Maurix steels himself, ready for a fight.

But what comes through the line of young trees surprises him quite some. He recognises the stone creature Lore. “My Thra…” He mutters. On the creature’s neck sits an oddly well groomed Podling. “What is the meaning of this!” Maurix asks aloud. Lore rumbles at the Paladin. “Hup back!” Calls the Podling from the stone giant’s back.

“Pardon the sudden intrusion.” A Dousan steps forth from behind the stone creature. He is a gelling with a fierce and prideful look in his yellow eyes. “State your purpose here.” Maurix flares up, pointing his spear at the Dousan. Despite the unifications of the clans, old prejudices die hard, especially those against the very mysterious Dousan.

“I’ll escort you to the All Maudra now.” Maurix says. “Very well.” The Dousan nods. He turns to Lore. “Come, we will find the Princess and the Podling’s friend.” He says. “We’ll see about that.” Maurix replies. He shepherds the three into Stone-in-the-Wood.

“Where is the All Maudra?” Maurix asks an older Paladin. “She wishes not to be disturbed.” It is Mother Aughra to answer. Maurix bows for the crone. “Then what am I to do with these three.” He gestures to Lore, Hup and the Dousan. Mother Aughra travels her eye over them. “Bring these two to Rian, the stones will stay here.” She says. “Yes, Mother Aughra.” Maurix says with a curt nod.

The Dousan helps the Podling down. “Very well, it seems Rian is the next best, come on you two.” Maurix gestures. Podling and gelling follow him to the stone hall.

Within, Rian, Gurjin, Kylan and Naia are setting up a huge ornate table and majestic chairs. Maurix smashes the butt of his spear against the flagstone floor. The Stonewood, Spriton and both Drenchen look up. “I was told to bring these two to you.” He says.

Rian comes over. “Hup!” He shouts, lifting the Podling clean off of his feet and hugging him tight. Hup hugs Rian back happily. “Hey, isn’t that Rek’yr?” Asks Gurjin. “That is very correct.” The Dousan gives the Drenchen an acknowledging nod. “We were already looking for you between the Dousan ranks, but you were not there.” Says Kylan. “The Hunter held me up.” Rek’yr replies. He turns his head to the side, showing an ugly wound on his temple. “You should get that looked at.” Naia says gently.

“Kylan, could you bring Rek’yr to Onica, she will see to the wound.” Rian asks. “Of course. Follow me please.” Kylan gestures for Rek’yr to come with. The Dousan follows the Spriton out.

Hup tugs at Rian’s doublet. “Where Deet?” He asks. Rian’s ears droop. “She … she went away.” He mutters. Gurjin and Naia both move towards him. Gurjin places a hand on Rian’s shoulder, sending him a minute nod. “Deet took a lot of the blight inside her.. She went away to keep the blight away from us.” It is the first time he has said it out loud. He’s shared the memory with Gurjin already, but Naia does not know. She gives Rian a troubled look. “Deet locked herself away behind thorns, I can’t bring you to her.” Rian says to Hup. Hup promptly begins to cry.

Rian heaves a sigh. “Please bring him to Brea.” He asks of Maurix. “But .. I have been away from my post for too long already.” Maurix begins to protest. “Go back to your post then, Paladin. I will escort the Podling.” Naia says. Maurix nods curtly and takes his leave. Naia takes Hup gently by his shoulder and bring him out of the hall.

Brea sits with Onica, hearing her out about healing plants and spells. She is meticulously writing down what she is told. The Sifan elder is quite happy to regale everything she knows to such a willing ear.

“Princess Brea, Elder Onica, can I have a moment of your time.” Kylan interrupts them as politely as he can. Brea and Onica look up from their conversation. Kylan gives both of them a nod in greeting. “I have a patient or you, Elder Onica.” He says. He brings their attention to Rek’yr, with a gesture of his hand. Brea drops her pen and gasps. “Rek’yr.” She jumps up from her stool, the small piece of furniture tumbling over into the grass. Rek’yr bows for her. “Princess, what an indescribable pleasure to see your radiant presence again.” He cooes.

“Make him sit down and let me look at that wound.” Onica orders.

Brea retrieves her stool, setting it upright. “Please sit down.” She says to Rek’yr. “Of course, my lady.” The Dousan obliges. “Brea, would you mind getting me a bowl of warm water and a clean rag, please?” Asks Onica. “Right away.” Brea nods and quickly gets Onica what she has asked for.

Onica is cleaning Rek’yr’s wound when Maurix arrives with Hup. “Hup!” Brea cries out. She runs to the Podling and lifts him clean off the ground. She notices Hup has been crying. “Oh Hup, I am so sorry Deet is not here.” She says softly. She puts the Podling down and looks down on him. “I am ever so sorry. We will find her, I promise.” She says. Hup sits down where he stands and begins to sob again.

“He was so eager to see his friend again.” Says Rek’yr. “I know, Hup loves Deet so purely.” Brea kneels beside the Podling, not caring for the grass stains that will surely show on her dress later. She puts her arms around Hup and humms softly to him. Rek’yr perks his ears forward to hear her better.

In the evening the gelfling take their dinner in large groups. There is a table full with warriors, from every clan, boasting about their battle prowess. A table with song tellers who discuss specific songs and myths and how to perform them correctly. A table that seats only young women that giggle and gossip.

Rian sits with his friends and all six Maudra’s. Rek’yr sits with them as well, beside Maudra Seethi. And Hub, close by Brea’s side. Onica and Naia sit beside each other, discussing sparkly water. Naia vehemently insist sparkly water is just still water but angry.

The Maudra’s and Rian are discussing what needs to be done in the coming time. “The Drenchen will return to Great Smert, we can easily defend ourselves there.” Says Laesid.”And the Dousan to the desert, the Skeksis don’t come there.” Seethi adds. “The Sifan will take to their ships, only SkekSa sails and she hasn’t been seen in a great many Thrine.” Ethri agrees. Rian nods. “Very well, then only the Grottan, Vapran and Spriton will remain in Stone-in-the-Wood.” He concludes.

“That many gelfling will never fit in Stone-in-the-Wood.” Seladon says. It is the first time she has put something in. “No, it never will.” Rian agrees. “I will take the Spriton back to Sami Thicket. And also the elderly and childlings with their mothers, but I will need the strongest Vapran warrior to strengthen Sami Thicket.” Says Maudra Mera. She looks at Seladon. “You will have them.” Seladon agrees curtly. “That leaves only that fighting aged Vapran, the Grottan and what is left of the Stonewoods.” Brea says to Rian. “That is managable.” Rian says. His ears droop a little. Something doesn’t sit right with him.

“I will appoint Naia as my representative on the War Council.” Laesid says. “Thank you mother.” Naia gives her mother a minute nod. “I appoint Elder Onica.” Maudra Ethri adds. Onica and Naia share a small smile. “Rek’yr will stay on as my representative on the War Council.” Maudra Seethi speaks. Rek’yr nods to her gratefully.Naturally he would to stay, small surprise there. “My representative shall be Kylan.” Maudra Mera says. “B-but Maudra Mera, I know nothing of war.” Kylan sputters. “You have proven yourself a hero, Kylan. And you know the other council members, which is important as well.” Maudra Mera smiles at him indulgently. Kylan’s ears turn red as fire. “T-thank you Maudra.” He mutters.

The following morning, the Dousan are the first to leave. Rian and Rek’yr see them off with a lot of formal Dousan fare-thee-wells that Rek’yr has hissed in Rian’s ear. It is still pretty early and Rian hasn’t really gotten the chance to rub the sleep from his eyes. Heck, he has half a mind to go back to bed, to warm embrace of a certain Drenchen.

The Sifan leave after the communal breakfast. Onica whispers the correct fare-thee-wells in Rian’s ear. Rian by now has the chance to whip himself into some shape and drag a comb through his hair.

The Spriton leave a little past noon, with a good portion of the Vapran paladins. Seladon and Kylan both whisper in Rian’s ear. Rian is in his leathers, his hair bunned up and a streak of soot across his cheek. He’s been training. And a little too close to the remainders of a fire pit.

Last to leave are the Drenchen. Laesid hugs her daughter tightly. “Don’t forget what I taught you, this is the time to use it.” She says. “Yes Mother.” Naia says softly. Laesid then takes her son into her arms. Gurjin noses at her hair, drinking in her scent, that means so much as home to him.

“Now you listen here boy.” Laesid takes a minute step back, her hands still on Gurjin’s broad shoulders. “You do what your father taught you. And look after this here Stonewood.” She says. Gurjin gives his mother a wide smile. “I will mother. I will do what I’ve always done. I have kept Naia safe and I will do the same for Rian.” He says. “There is a good lad.” Laesid pats her only son on his cheek. The twins hug Bellanji farewell and say their goodbye’s to the Drenchen warriors they know closely. Rian seems to have perked up now.

Rian turns to his friends. “Go do your own thing for a while, I have something to arrange.” He says. Naia and Onica head off together. Brea skips off, dragging Kylan along by his wrist. Rek’yr bows for Seladon and Rian and calmly saunters off in the same direction as Brea. “I’ll wait for you where you told me to meet you.” Gurjin says to Rian. He calmly trails off, back to the center of the village.

Rian turns to Seladon. “All Maudra… I would advise you choose a representative for the war council as well, so you can focus on the more societal aspect of the gouvernance, a lot of changes shall have to be made.” He says, sounding rather shy. He doesn’t want to seem like he is giving the All Maudra orders. But Seladon regards him with a gentle expression. “Very well, what sort of person are you looking for?” She asks Rian. Rian makes a thoughtful noise. “A warrior with battle experience, with a strategic mind and courage.” He replies.

“I know one like that.” Says Maurix. “Now don’t get ahead of yourself.” Seladon chides gently. “Not me, All Maudra. But I know just the gelling.” Says the Paladin. There is a small smirk on his lips. “Very well, go retrieve him.” Seladon says.

Maurix returns swiftly. It is the Paladin who lost his eye he is bringing along. “All Maudra, Rian, this is Betram, I think he has earned his seat.” Maurix says. Betram bows for Seladon and gives Rian a nod in greeting. “Betram, how would you like a seat on the war council?” Asks Seladon. Betram looks surprised. “I .. it would be an honour, All Maudra.” He says. “Wonderful.” Seladon smiles.

#The Dark Crystal #The Dark Crystal Age of Resistance #Gelfling

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skekheck · 3 years

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Can we get Kylan and Amri? For the character ask thingy. Let's complete the book mains as well! 😄

Good point!

Kylan

First impression

Broth guy.

Impression now

An intelligent, kind, and sarcastic songteller who feels out of place in the Resistance, trying to find where is value is, and ends up doing things only he can do. A really wonderful character and I love him dearly.

Favorite moment

When Kylan sends the word about the Gelfling Resistance with the aid of the Sanctuary Tree, dreametching their message onto its petals with his firca. It's incredibly beautiful and really demonstrates how far he's come in Song of the Dark Crystal.

Idea for a story

Much like with Naia, I want to see what he did during AOR from his perspective. I want to see the interaction he had with Mera when he tried convincing her to join the cause.

Unpopular opinion

I know it's a popular ship and I used to ship it myself, but I don't see RoyalMelody happening. Not just because the writers wanted Brea and Rek'yr to be a thing, but I realize Brea is going to friendzone him like Tavra did in the book series. Also I'm in the camp of Kylan would be getting together with Seladon (if these two end up becoming Kira's parents).

Favorite relationship

With Naia! Like I said before, their friendship is one of the best things about the book. Seeing them interact from each other's perspective and Kylan worrying about her and wanting to help her is so incredibly sweet.

Favorite headcanon

I want to think Kylan's dad was a songteller and inspired his son to become one too. After losing his parents, Kylan continued pursuing it because it remains his only connection with them.

Amri

First impression

A Gelfling apothecarist? 👀 Tell me more!

Impression now

Ehh.

Favorite moment

When he comes to the realization in Ha'rar what makes him unique and important to the Gelfing Resistance is being himself. He doesn't have to act like a daylighter: he can use the skills as a Grottan and apothecarist to help his friends.

Idea for a story

I want Amri to become a part of the main gang just right where the series left off. But I don't want him being a substitute for Deet: I want him to be his own character and using his unique skills to stand out.

Unpopular opinion

I'm not crazy about Amri as a lot of people are. His character feels redundant as his main crisis felt too much of a miss-mash of Naia and Kylan's. I get why it was focused on, but we spent the majority of the book with him moping about him being Grottan and trying to fit in with the others because he was self-conscious about it for some reason. The things that made him interesting were pushed aside and it's a shame because those things are interesting. It just took too long to get there and even then, a lot of the stuff I was intrigued by were dropped off and forgotten about. It's a waste, really.

Favorite relationship

His and Naia's relationship is such a nice and progressive growth from friends to romantic partners (kind of) is one of the best in the entire franchise. They have amazing chemistry and whenever they flirted was super cute. It felt very natural and I really wish a lot of main leads had this instead of trying so hard to be Jen and Kira copycats.

Favorite headcanon

Amri and Deet were best friends. Like they basically grew up together and took the same classes and such. I like to think Deet learned some of the Grottan tricks she knows from Amri.

#asks for skekheck #kylan #amri #dark crystal

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thebibliomancer · 2 years

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Flames of the Dark Crystal liveblog pt 25

Flames of the Dark Crystal by J.M. Lee because ONWARD TO STONE-IN-THE-WOOD!

Last times on book: Team Naia has gone back to her home in the Swamp of Sog to light the sixth fire of resistance! But then skekSa showed up in a bad mood. To save the life of her counterpart, urSan, Naia eventually came up with a plan to trap skekSa in a tree. The plan worked but Naia’s momdra, Laesid, sacrified her life to pull it off. Now Naia is maudra of the Drenchen, the Drenchen fire is lit, and she’s taking all the warriors and half of the healers to go light the last fire. ONWARD TO STONE-IN-THE-WOOD!

Chapter 25

A romantic Landstrider ride for two. Also, convincing Maudra Fara to join the quest.

"Maudra Mera sent us to get you. The rest are headed toward Stone-in-the-Wood, to protect the Stonewood hearth until we are able to able to light the fire.”

Naia had never wanted to hug the little Spriton maudra more than at that moment, so it was good she had sent a messenger instead of coming herself. Instead, she gave Lun a brisk nod.

TFW when you want to hug someone who is now your peer.

Anyway, the Drenchen quickly pair up to get on Landstriders. Ideally, there’d be Spriton on each one to help the Drenchen who have no experience with Landstriders at all and are NOT comfortable on one. But speaking logistically, you gotta maximize the number of butts in seats.

Anyway, Naia finds herself in the saddle of one of the great beasts with it looking like Gurjin or Amri is going to join her.

Gurjin and Amri have a quiet conversation that Naia can’t hear and then Amri is joining her in the saddle.

Aww, Gurjin, you’re a bro after all!

Amri and Naia both get some Landstrider specific flirting in.

“Hi,” she said, smiling back at him. She tried to say it with confidence and nonchalance. Her cheeks warmed as he wrapped his arms carefully around her. “Tighter than that or you’ll fall off,” she warned him.

“Oh.”

She swallowed when he tightened his arms, his embrace firm but not too firm, his hands slender but strong.

“How’s this?” he asked quietly, nearly right into her ear.

“Fine,” she mumbled.

“What, no better now that you’re here?”

“I said it’s fine!”

These Gelfling so hormonal.

The Drenchen and Spriton and Landstriders get going.

The group NYOOMS through the scenery, Naia enjoying Amri holding her around her waist.

These Gelfling so hormonal.

Amri asks if they can TRADE PLACES even though he has no idea how to control a Landstrider. Naia laughs that she has no idea what she’s doing either and slows down so they can TRADE PLACES.

Amri has a great time but Naia finds an unexpected logistical issue.

“This is amazing!” he exclaimed. “I never thought I’d ever have the chance!”

He bounced the reins, and the Landstrider picked up its speed, suddenly leaping over a tuft of earth so high and fast that Naia’s wings instinctively sprang out from beneath her cloak. They caught the wind and filled, lifting Naia up off the saddle. She yelped and grabbed Amri’s shoulders, holding him tightly to keep from blowing away.

Whoops.

Looks like fun, though. (Source)

Naia tells Amri to keep going because hanging off his cloak like that makes her feel like she’s really flying, not just gliding with her Drenchen fin-wings.

Naia had always envied Tavra and Tae’s flight-worthy wings. Though her Drenchen wings doubled as fins underwater, she couldn’t fly like they could, only glide. But she had watched Tavra’s skill in the air a hundred times, and could watch her a hundred times more, every time overwhelmed with envy and amazement.

Now, hands wrapped in Amri’s cloak, buoyed by the Landstrider’s tireless pace, she knew how it must feel. As if the top of the world had opened up, beckoning her into a new, boundless realm in the sky. Up among the clouds, where the light blue of the sky turned to purple and black and filled with stars...

But then Naia gets all self-conscious about having fun at a time like this. But Amri decides maybe its the best time because there may not be a chance later.

“And anyway, what else is resistance if not loving in the face of danger?”

Sure!

(I don’t think that’s what resistance is...)

Amri gets all awkward and asks Naia, if they make it through all this and light the seventh fire and beat the Skeksis and everything, whether he could go with her.

“Where you go afterward. Back to Sog, to somewhere brand-new. I don’t care where. I just want to be by your side.”

Awww!

That’s a Gelfling proposal, that is.

Naia teases him, asking if he’s admitting he has feelings for her. And yes, yes he is! And he doesn’t want her to feel like she has to reciprocate or even answer, he just wanted to tell her in case anything happens.

Geez, I hope nothing happens to Amri. He’s not in the show so I hope he’s not expendable.

“Amri, I have never met someone as adventurous and funny as you,” she began. She felt him tense in her arms, ears angling out to the side. “And you’ve been a most wonderful friend.”

“I see...,” he murmured, volume falling.

She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him more tightly and warmly. She had never held someone that way before, knowing he had feelings for her and that it meant something to him. Realizing, as his warmth spread into her own body and lit her nerves with a thousand tiny blue fires, that it meant something to her, too.

The Dark Wood loomed just ahead of them, tangled with thorny brambles and impenetrable sentinel trees.

“And,” she said, whispering into his ear, “if we come out of this alive, I think we should continue this soft-talk and see where it leads us.”

That was mean and funny and mean and funny, Naia.

Revenge for him calling you a friend back in the Valley of the Mystics? Mean and funny, Naia.

The group arrives in the Dark Wood and find a group of Spriton and Stonewood. Also Maudras Mera and oh hey Fara!

Fun that the two maudras with such opposing views have rhyming names.

Naia mentions that she’d heard Maudra Fara was captured by the Skeksis.

Fara confirms this and offers NO INFORMATION how she got away.

Dangit, Fara. Be more helpful!

“I have been searching for my Stonewood since then. They have been hiding in the woods since we lost Stone-in-the-Wood. Alone and cold and afraid. And yet here came Maudra Mera, marching back to the place we had to leave behind.”

Fara is overall very unimpressed by Maudra Mera and however Mera described the plan to unite the clans.

The Stonewood are heavily demoralized. Injured, malnourished, and traumatized.

Mera asks where Laesid is and Naia tells the other two maudras that Laesid returned to Thra.

“I see,” Maudra Fara said. She placed the flat of her palm on Naia’s forehead. A moment later, Maudra Mera did the same. “Then you know the pain that rises in my heart and prevents me from doing as Maudra Mera suggests. We have already lost once to the Skeksis in Stone-in-the-Wood. I could not bear to bring my clan there to lose a second and final time.”

So the problem now is how to light the Stonewood fire if all of the Stonewood are too freaked out to return to Stone-in-the-Wood.

Naia notices Rian isn’t among the Stonewood refugees so tries that tack.

“Rian,” Naia began. “Rian is waiting for us. For you, his maudra. We have to join him. So he can join us. So we can all awaken the power that Thra has given us. It worked in Sog. It has worked every time the Gelfling fires light. Thra is greater and more powerful than even the Skeksis. This is what Aughra has been trying to tell us all along.”

“Aughra!” Maudra Fara exclaimed. “You must already know what I think of that old witch. Haunting the hills near my Stone-in-the-Wood. She may have been brilliant once, but she no longer wants to offer the Gelfling any wisdom.”

“Rian said the same thing, and I thought so, too -- but now I believe her voice was lost, because we turned away from her. Away from Thra. When the Skeksis divided the Gelfling, we began to fight among ourselves. We became fractured and weak. But that can change. I know you are tired, but we are here to support you. When we unite, I’m sure we will hear her wisdom again. The voice of Thra. It will heal us all.”

Iiiiiiii don’t know about that, Naia.

Aughra did get lost in the space for a while.

Fara is still unconvinced but Maudra Mera chips in that she’s seen two of the fires and she thinks they’re FIRES OF PROPHECY!

Which has come up before but I still don’t know what it entails.

Thra has so many prophecies.

Naia seals the deal.

“Please, Maudra Fara. Heal the rift with Rian. He is waiting for you.”

After a long moment, Maudra Fara nodded.

She turned toward the Gelfling who waited in the shade of the stone, weary and worn and afraid. Yet when they saw the three maudra standing before them, wings half-splayed and eyes shining with confidence, they rose to their feet. Emboldened.

“Riders, warriors,” Maudra Fara called, “anyone who can. Get on a Landstrider and ready yourself. To Stone-in-the-Wood we go, to find the one we spurned from the nightmare he has called upon himself.”

Woo! Onward to Stone-in-the-Wood!

But then they all arrive. The clearing wasn’t that far from the village, I guess. That and Landstriders move super fast.

Also, based on that picture of Naia and Amri on one... how tall are they?? They look enormous!

#dark crystal #the dark crystal #liveblog #Flames of the Dark Crystal #Naia #Amri #Kylan #Gurjin #Maudra Fara #Maudra Mera

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branded-me-heretic · 4 years

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the Dark Crystal gelfling characters as astrological signs:

aries: naia, rian

taurus: gurjin, tolyn

gemini: brea, mera

cancer: seladon, jen, pemma

leo: laesid, argot, mythra

virgo: kylan

libra: tavra, cadia, amri, shoni

scorpio: onica, mira, mayrin

sagittarius: reky’r, kira

capricorn: ordon, fara, timtri

aquarius: bellanji

pisces: deet, eliona

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aughraseye · 4 years

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The DEFINITIVE ranking of the Gelfling Maudra

1. Maudra Argot: kooky badass grandma, great laugh, doesn’t need her sight to see through your bullshit

2. Maudra Laesid: gave us Gurjin AND Naia, not here for any of Seladon’s shit, apparently has a pet eel big enough for children to ride on

3. Maudra Fara: not afraid of a little light rebellion, has a fizzgig, loses points for dying

4. Maudra Ethri (book version): has an eye made of emerald, Ocean Queen™, still learning but recognizes that Onica knows what’s up

5. Maudra Seethi: nailing her aesthetic, doesn’t need to talk because her outfit says it all, goth

6. Maudra Mayrin: regal energy, gonna steal your stuff in the name of the law, helped make Brea and Tavra, also helped make Seladon, bad mom of the year award

7. Maudra Ethri (show version): nice hat?, pales in comparison to her book counterpart, no vibes whatsoever

8. Maudra Mera: shady af, bootlicker supreme, only gets points for raising Kylan

9. Seladon: rigged an election, tried to justify human (gelfling) sacrifice, gave up on being goth way too soon

#seladon #maudra laesid #maudra argot #maudra fara #maudra mayrin #maudra seethi #maudra ethri #maudra mera #the dark crystal #age of resistance #this is NOT seladon hate #she has a lot of potential #but it has to be said her only official acts as maudra #have been awful so far #mine #tides of the dark crystal #shadows of the dark crystal #song of the dark crystal #flames of the dark crystal

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oz-the-sorcerer · 2 years

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Royalmelody Social Media AU

Part 15: "okay, enough family drama"

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talkin-tdc · 6 months

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TDC Halloween AU

Ordon is the type of dad to strictly give out one piece per childling you can’t convince me otherwise

Laesid and Bellanji like to just leave the bowl out (Naia always steals it early into the night before anyone else can get it.)

Mayrin will just make the butler do it, or Seladon if she doesn’t make her take her sisters.

Skeksis usually can’t be bothered to give out candy, but when they do, they make the poddling do it and usually SkekAyuk likes to put in gross ingredients (make some candy spicey or cause burping, that sorta thing.)

Rian likes to gather all the kids who are either his friends or like to get a lot of candy and delegate them to maximize profits and all get the most candy for all of them. The older kids like Tolyn and Gurjin are sent to take them trick or treating to keep them in line, Tolyn does but Gurjin turns his eyes away or joins in.

Kylan has to remind everyone to play civil and most of the night breaks up other childling arguing over trading. He does it so much that often Tolyn has to ask for candy for his brother since Kylan is always too busy with making sure no one fights to get candy.

Juni’s house is the most popular on the block as they not only put up spooky decorations but give out full sized candy bars.

Brea likes to look up facts about the candy companies or candy in general and tell everyone as they’re getting it.

Tavra dislikes candy, but goes out to spend time with her sisters, always giving up her candy to Seladon who she knows loves candy even though she denies it.

The librarian tells stories to childling who come up to his door, often his house getting avoided as while they are spooky, they take up a lot of time.

Cadia lives across the street and does the same thing. Who’s ever trick or treaters leaves the door last wins. They try to one up each other, both having the best candy in the neighborhood and trying to get Rian to come to their door as he’s the town’s poster childling tricker treater. He never goes to either though since Ordon tells him not to and it’d be a time waster.

Deet reminds everyone not to give candy to any animals. Also brings treats of her own in case kids can’t eat candy they’re given due to health issues.

Deet’s dads don’t like giving out candy since it can exclude kids so they give out stuffed animals instead.

Rek’yr throws a party for all the adults at night. Most go to discuss the night’s events, kid’s costumes, decorations, though Mayrin and Ordon skip out to spend time with family while the rest of the adults go.

Maudra Argot is said to be a “wild child” at said parties.

Maudra Mera bakes cookies from scratch for trick or treaters.

SkekMal will take one childling per Halloween and childling are told not to go near the forest. It’s why big kids are forced to watch after the younger ones (even though some would rather be studying or going to the big party on the block).

That’s it! Give me some recs for anyone I missed ^^

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dkscribe88 · 3 years

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Oldest to Youngest Maudra

Hi, everyone! DK here with a question for you all. Between the books and the show, I’ve gotten a bit confused as to who has been maudra longest, so I made a list to try and determine the correct order. My question is: do you agree with the list, or have suggestions as to the correct placement?

Seladon I don’t want to include, not because I hate her, cuz I kinda don’t (I’m just upset that they didn’t .really give her much of a redemption arc, and selling off the other clans just so that your specific family lives is a major dick move). But because I don’t think, had there been a season 2, she would have called herself All-Maudra since the clans are united and the title is just a symbol created by the Skeksis to enforce a classist system.

Anyway...here’s my lists. Feel free to reply on whether you agree with me, or create your own list.

Longest - Maudra Argot

All-Maudra Mayrin

Maudra Mera

Maudra Laesid

Maudra Fara

Maudra Seethi

Shortest - Maudra Ethri

The middle four is where I get confused, cuz in the books Mera says she’s served longer than Laesid, Fara has served at least as long as the Quest for the Dual Glaive, and Seethi is a wildcard on this list. I got no clue for her, except that she was maudra when Periss was a childling in the books, and Periss is still in his teens, I think. At least younger than the cast of the books...except possibly Kylan, but I’m not sure about that, because they refer to Kylan as a boy, so I peg him for either being 18-19, where everyone else is around 20-21 except Tavra and Onica, who I age as 23 and 24 respectively.

So! Create your own lists or tell me if you agree. This will really help me out with my TDC:AoR fanfic on AO3, so thanks in advance - DK

#dark crystal #dark crystal age of resistance #maudra #maudra argot #all maudra mayrin #maudra mera #maudra laesid #maudra fara #maudra seethi #maudra ethri

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tdc-incorrect-quotes · 2 years

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Here are some I’ve written down for the past few months….

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Gurjin: I’m an idiot.

Amri:

Kylan:

Brea:

Tavra:

Rian: if you’re waiting for us to disagree this is going to be a long day.

Source: google

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Computer: enter your password.

Skeksa: (types Skekzok)

Computer: your password is too weak

Skeksa: I know right-

Source: google

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Tavra: well you see the answer is perfectly simple and scientific. It is because shut up. Shut up is why.

Source: @ringothedrumminglion

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Mira: if you say something in French it automatically sounds fancy and poetic!

Gurjin: Baguette.

Source @ringothedrumminglion

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Seladon: “Stop being dramatic” they say. “I don’t know what you mean” I say as I descend from the ceiling surrounded by mist

Source: @ringothedrumminglion

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Mera, looking at baby Kylan: I can fix him.

Fara: you’re about to give a perfectly good boy anxiety is what you’re gonna do.

Source: google

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I don’t mind if you use these or not, just thought I would share!

Thank you for the submission. There's a lot of good quotes here!

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simplysparrow14 · 4 years

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{WARNING: THIS FIC IS NSFW 18+ PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT IT CONTAINS GRAPHIC ACTS OF SEXY TIMES}

@lilac-city-skylines @thanatasia @gelfyerself @jenskira @himbo-supreme-gurjin @thethirdstageofdeath @hollerbatgirl

Brea had never felt nervous around another gelfling before.

Having lived under the watchful and judgemental eyes of the Vapra Court, Brea had all but grown used to being in the spotlight. During important parties, and at tithings, she was there, front and center, watched by countless pairs of eyes as she and her sisters stood by their mother’s side. She was used to the judging glares, the endless whispers that tumbled from the popups lips of those around her.

She had hardened her skin from their gaze, and that for as long as she lived, she would have to get used to.

Even though she was the all-maudra’s third child, however, she was never as viciously sought after to be courted as Seladon, who took it upon herself to enrapture and toy with any suitor who woddled their way to her side, or to an extent, Tavra, who simply said no to the influx of questions on wether or not she would go with them. Brea had neither been asked questions or went out of their way to No one wanted Brea’s hand. she wasn't the grand prize, the pathway that lead straight for the throne of the All-Maudra. In her mind, she was the slim-pickings, the leftover bit of food no ever wanted to touch the next day. No one wanted her, and in turn Brea didn't want them.

Solitude had always been a good friend to the young princess, having already become accustomed to the endless silence of the library in Ha’rar. and now with the gelfling deep enthralled with the prospect of war, the chances of being courted were slim.

She was a council member now, tasked with bringing about the needed arms and supplies that were needed on the front lines.

What frightened Brea more, however, was how her heart pounded like a trapped hollerbat as she and Kylan made their way through the snow riddled forest.

Clutching her hand tightly, he lead her through the fantastical forest, bobbing under snow-covered branches and past trees with curling, naked limbs. Even though her thick nebrie gloves, the chill of winter bit at her hands. White mist plummed from her lips as Kylan pulled her along.

“Kylan,” Brea called as they passed a mass of grey-and-white stones. “Where are we going? People will be wondering about us!” There was no place in the forest that Brea was familiar with. She had lived all her life in the mountains of Ha’rar; The forest was as confusing and unfamiliar to Brea as the sea was to so many gelfling. She was not meant to be here, but Kylan thought otherwise.

“Let them wonder,” Kylan replied. His cheeks were flush from the cold. Snow peppered his ebony hair. He simply wore a thin white shrit and pants. His boots were soaked with snow. “I’ll be good for their egos.”

“But Kylan,” She cried. “I have to get back to the war-room soon! We have to plan for the next randevu point near Sog. Gurjin and Naia have vital information; Without it, we not have a chance with the next Skeksis raid--”

The two stopped just near a glade. “They can wait,” Kylan said sternly. Brea blinked at him. His face was flush, his cheeks bright against the falling snow. His eyes darted to and fro along the forest, almost as if he wanted to be far from this place. Finally, the two came to a stop. Kylan whirled around to face her. A bright smile was plastered to his face. “We’re here.”

Brea looked around. The area was unfamiliar to the princess. It was quite a secluded area, with large, dence trees. Rocks lay scattered in the snow. From what Brea could tell, a well-worn footpath was permanently indented in the earth, indicating a trail to somewhere. It was familiar, though. Like she had come here before.

“Kylan,” She said, in that familiar tone that indicated cautious intrigue. “Where are we?”

Kylan grinned, his cheeks bright red. Brea couldn't help but laugh.

Moving slowly, he pulled back the thick shrubbery.

Brea gasped.

Ahead of her sat the Ha’rarian Hotsprings.

Draped in mist and stream, the hot springs were a sight to behold. Polished rocks ringed the crystal clear pools. Cadneles were placed in obscure cracks and creavases in the rocks, illuminating the dark area. Gushing near a larger pool, A large waterfall roared, stream rising up from the foam and bubbles produced by it.

Brea gave a gasp. “Kylan! This is wonderful! I havent been here since I was little!”

Kylan laughed. “When I asked Tavra what to get you, She suggested this place in Ha’rar. I was actually surprised it existed.”

“My mother used to take us here--back when she had free time-- and we’d swim and play. Tavra and I would hide from Seladon behind the waterfall. There’s a cave behind there.”

“I know,” Kylan mumbled quietly, scratching the back of his head.

“What was that?” Brea asked.

“Nothing!” He quipped.

Brea shrugged, rushing further into the hotsprings. “Oh, wow, look how clear it is!”

“If you want to get in, you can.” Kylan suggested.

Brea gasped. She rushed to Kylan, hugging him. Kylan sucked in a shallow breath, surprised. “Thank you Kylan!”

Before Kylan could get a word in, Brea had rushed off to undress.

“Wait!” Kylan yelped, touching her hands as she started to undo one of the many strings fro her dress.

“What?”

“You get naked here?”

“But of course! This is the hotspring. It’s tradition for gelfling to undress to swin in the spring.”

“Oh… sorry, I didn't know.”

Brea’s ears drooped. “If you want, I can turn around and--”

“Yeah,that might be best.” Kylan agreed.

Slowly, Brea turned her back to her. Carefully pealed off her shoulders. It slid slowly, at first. Off her shoulders, down her arms, revealing pale,cream-colored skin as her body became visible. Finally, it crumpled to the floor, a pile of smooth silk at her feet. Even though she was turned away from him, he had caught a flash of flesh as she moved her hands to unweave the many braids in her hair.

His heart lurched painfully.

Oh Thra, Kylan thought. He felt his breath grow short, his heart hammering against his chest. She’s wonderful.

She looked ethereal in the dim light of the fire-posts. She was a goddess made real. Kylan’s mind wondered back to the story Maudra Mera had told him of when he was just a small childling. The story had been about a paladin, trapped in the deep labyrinth-type caves. He had been near death when a young gelfling had found him, bringing him back from the brink. The paladin had described the sight of the gelfling as being like a oasis in the crystal desert--Heavenly, too good to be true.

Is this what the paladin felt? Kylan wondered. When he saw the gelfling that saved him?

Clearing his throat, he adverted his eyes away as she slipped slowly into the water.

“Come on in,” she called over her shoulder. “The water’s amazing!”

Swallowing a lump in his throat, Kylan began to undress. At first, he slowly untied his shirt, tossing it over a rock. Than he worked the buttons on his pants. His hands were shaking as he unbuttoned them. Finally, they slipped off, fully exposing him. Carefully, he slipped into the warm water and seated himself on a rock. He pressed a hand to his pelvis, not allowing Brea to see what was behind his hand. He watched as Brea swam, diving gracefully into the water before emerging, smoothing back her dark, wet hair. Kylan did the same, through he didn't bother to untie his braids.

Noticing smiled at Kylan, swimming closer.

“This is amazing, Kylan” She said. “Thank you.”

Kylan swatted her with a dismissive hand. He kept his eyes away from her body. “Well, I figured that since it was your birthday, you deserved to have a good night for once during this whole rebellion.”

“I very much like my gift, oh sweet song-teller.”

Moving closer, placing a hand on his knee, she kissed him. It was like lightning had sparked in their lips. A deep lust had found its way into his veins. Sighing, he deepened the kiss, drawing her breath from her lungs

“Brea,” he said between kisses. He wrapped his arms around her, loving the feeling of her skin against his

“Hm?”

His heart was racing, but there was no going back. “I have another surprise for you.”

“Oh, you do? Do tell.”

“I would rather show you.” He whispered. He kissed her neck, lips peppering her skin. Brea sighed, loving the feeling of them on her. Moving his hands, he pressed her closer, drawing her against his hips--and his manhood. She could feel him against the inside of her thigh.

Sighing she leaned against him. “Than show me, love.”

Eager to show her, Kylan broke away from their kiss, and swiftly, he scooped Brea into his arms. Careful not to slip on the rocks, he climbed out of the hotspring, water trailing off their bodies as Kylan carried his princess behind the large waterfall. The cave was warm and clammy, but the two didn't care. They kissed viciously, moans escaping from their throats. On the floor, a large thick blanket was waiting for them, as well as a large pillow. Next to both, a well-sized bottle sat waiting. Candles burned in cracks in the gave, giving off a soft yellow glow.

As softly as he could, Kylan deposited Brea against the soft, silk blanket.

Brea laughed. “Did you entended for this to happen?” She whispered between his kisses.

Smiling, Kylan continued to kiss her, letting his lips answer the question. His kisses were passionate and warm. He kissed her lips, her neck. The valley between her breasts. Unable to help himself, he began to suckle her. Pressing and prodding her breast, he worked with a passion, tugging at the mamilia, turning the rose-colored nip scarlet-red.

He wanted her to feel that rush of heat again. To teeter at that cliffside.

Brea stifled a gasp that crept into her throat.

He continued to kiss. Down her breasts, her stomach. His journey was long, agonizing. Finally, he came to the entrance of her valley.

As as Song-teller, Kylan was good with words. They flowed naturally, like a river through the forest, dipping and twisting to express the story within his mind. Now, in the very moment, no words could describe what he saw as he gazed at her. His mind was blank, a nothingness that cloaked him.

Kylan found that no words described it best of all.

Taking her hips in his hands, he kissed her valley.

He felt Brea jerk, gasp. A hand clasped his head, its fingers twisting into his hair. He kissed, slowly, feeling his way through her. He heard her breath hitch, shorten. He desperately wanted to ravish her, to make her unravel at the mere touch of his lips. He wanted to taste her, savor her scent and taste.

But he held back. Not because he wasn't ready, but because he wanted to save the best things for last. Their wedding night. On that night, he promised, he will feast on her. And ravish her. And where he would show her the full extent of his love.

But now, he just needed to survive this night.

He kissed her valley one more time, before picking himself up from the floor to settle between her legs.

He braced himself above her, head level to hers. He took her entire image in. Her eyes were bright, filled with a inner fire. Her hair fanned out above her, cloaking the pillow.

“Thra has truly blessed me with you, Brea of Ha’rar. You are the reason why my heart has never yearned for anyone else. You are an oasis, a salvation in my darkest hours. In all of my years of living on this world, I feel more complete and whole then I’ve ever had before.”

Brea savored his words. She blinked away tears. “Kylan,” She whispered. She moved her hands. Carefully, she undid the many braids atop his head. Slowly, a curtain of night black hair fell from his plaiths, framing his face hamsomly.

“I’m ready,” She announced to him.

“As am I,” He answered.

Kylan gazed at her. Taking a deep breath, he sat up. Carefully, he took the bottle of oil. With a sick pop, Kylan removed the cork and tipped the bottle to his hand. Pale yellow oil flowed from the bottles lips, and carefully as he could, he prepped his manhood.He coated himself fully, the oil warm against his skin. Maudra Mera had warned the boys of Sami thicket that Intercourse was rough and painful. She had explained that oil helped with the movement and that it was both pleasurable for both the men and the woman as well.

With soft hands, Kylan took her thighs, pulled them forward toward him. Brea couldn't help but wrap her legs around his waist, trapping him against her.

He settled into a comfortable position. Brea could feel his manhood at the entrance of her valley, waiting to be let in.

“Remember Brea,” Kylan whispered. “There will be no heading back from this. What we will do will brand you forever. It’ll brand me forever, as well.”

Brea took a moment to compose herself. She pulled her arms up, cupped his face and kissed him, drawing the breath from his lungs.

“I am yours, and You are mine. This night will be ours and ours alone. You are a commoner, Kylan of Sami Thicket. You hold no land, no prospects. You hold no future gane to the throne of Ha’rar. You are nothing to Seladon, to Tavra, to anyone else from my clan. But yet you are everything to me. You are the gelfling that I have chosen to give my maidenhood too. You are the one who completes my soul. Yes, Kylan of Ha’rar, make love to me. Leave me shattered until the dawn breaks.”

Kylan smiled. “As you wish, Princess.”

Kylan entered her, pushing past her maidenhood. He couldn't help but gasp at the forein sensation that enveloped his phallus. It felt strange, he found. It was nothing like what he had felt hours before, when the two were close and Brea had allowed him to explore with his own hands.

Now, it felt as if the fire within her body had smothered him completely, masking his senses, blinding him to a lust that, for so long, seemed to lay dormant deep within.

Under him, Brea gasped at well, throwing a hand to her lips. Her whole body trembled. She took a few short breaths, closing her eyes as her body fought against the searing fire that erupted down in the valley of her legs. The pain was a shard as a dagger to the back, quick and volatile.

It took quite a while for the pain to die down in her hips and legs. Like a wildfire, it spread, enveloping her nerves.

Slowly, tenderly, Kylan began to move withinside her. He started slowly, back and then forward again, and she gasped. He withdrew again, and pushed forward, a little harder. Heavy, harsh gasps erupted from Brea’s throat. He continued, pushing forward, retreating back. He held himself above her on his arms, muscles taut and burning.

Underneath him, Brea couldn't comprehend the sensation. Her body moved with his, back and forth, back and forth. It was a dance between two yearning hearts. A vicious moan tumbled from her lips as Kylan picked up pace, driving into her. It felt as if Kylan was ripping her apart, dissecting her, exploring every inch of her soul. He unraveled her, like a lose seam within a shirt, before sticking her back together.

He pushed forward, stretching her further than before. She gave a cry, a whimper. Above her, Kylan moaned, buckling against the strange feeling that seeped into his being.

He did as he was told. He worshiped her, praised her, showered her with love. He moved with the eagerness of a dying man, driving into her, pushing, pulling, back and forth. Harder and harder he pushed, pressing into her core.

“Brea,” he moaned, pressing deeper into her.

“Yes!” She screamed. “Faster! Yes! Yes! Faster! Faster, please!”

Her voice sounded strange, forein. This didn't sound like Brea, the well-educated Princess. This sounded desperate, ravenous. Hungry.

Around them, the bed became a disheveled mess. The silken sheets, once neatly folded, were now thrown and scattered about, leaving the mattress bare. Only one pillow remained , its body tucked under Brea’s head. Kylan pushed into her violently. She gave a cry, arched her back, gripped the mattress. Her toes curled into themselves.

She was nearly there, she knew. He knew as well. His pushes and pumps became hungry, desperate to help her arrive at that strange place she had been teetering on hours before. His hands found her waist, gripping her steady, keeping her body pinned against his as he drove into her.

Every nerve in her body was alight with lust and fire. The coldness of the night never touched her.

That fire, that lust that burned deep withinside her became a forest-fire, blazing and uncontrollable. She gasped, whimpered, screamed his name as he tore and devowerd her. He answered her cries with rapid movements, tearing into her like a starving man eating for the first time. Underneath them, the bed creaked violently, the wooden legs scraping against the old floor.

Moving her hands, she threw them across his shoulders, fingernails raking across his skin.

“Kylan,” She gasped. “Harder! Yes, Harder! Oh yes! Yes! There! Right there! Oh, Thra, Kylan!”

And finally, like before, she shattered. The fire that had blazed in her core exploded. It burst, expanded, flying to every nerve in her body. A scream, loud and high and ear-piercing, burst forth from her mouth, tossing her name into the air. His hands became vices, his nails digging into her skin. He continued his relentless movements, driving and pushing, pumping with a viciousness that Brea had never seen, or felt, before.

Brea felt the moment he shattered.

Like Brea, A great gasp escaped his lips. His pushing seized as he sat there, eyes closed, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his body fought the spasms that rocked his lower pelvis.

Brea gazed at him, watched as he fought against his body. She watched as sweat dripped from his neck and chest, how it shimmered in the distant firelight of the room. They had become one, she realized. They had joined. They had taken that risk, defied generations of traditions. No Spriton had ever made love to a Vapra before, much less a royal. Kylan was already defied tradition once, just by existing. Now, he had lived to defy it again.

“Kylan,” she whispered, her voice full of wonder and awe as she gazed at him.

The Spriton-Stonewood caught the sound of his name. He found her eyes and smiled. His body was still reacting, the spasms racing through his pelvis. His breath was shaky. “Brea,” he whispered back.

Brea moved. He held out her hand to him, stroked his cheek with her knuckle. The Spriton-Stonewood caught it and kissed her palm. “Did I satisfy you, your highness?” He asked.

Brea shook her head. “No,” she said, “Its still not dawn.”

Kylan cocked an eyebrow. He turned, looked out onto the rippling water. A mirror image of the three-sisters were visible. No, dawn was not here yet. It wouldn't be here for hours.

And Brea had ordered for him to make her shatter till dawn.

Well, like any loyal servant, Kylan lived to serve. Lived to please.

Kylan turned back to her. Smiled. He leaned forward and kissed her soft lips. “Yes,” he said. “My mistake, princess. Let me remedy that.”

It was obvious that Kylan was in pain as he left her valley. His movements were slow and gentle, like someone walking on thin ice. He gave a grown, fell back against his knees. She sat up as well, taking a moment to calm down. Around them, the room had grown warm, partially thanks to their own bodies’ heat and the large fire that burned in the fireplace a few rooms away.

As gently as he could, Kylan turned Brea onto her stomach.The gelfling gave a gasp as she found herself face first into the sheet, her arms splayed out beside her. It felt strange to be lifted this way.

“Kylan--” She started. but the sound of his voice in her mind stopped her.

“Shhh,” Kylan cooed. With gentle hands, he help guide her backside upward, until it was level with his pelvis. He leaned forward, kissing the back of her neck “Let me worship you in a new kind of way.”

With a powerful thrust, He re-entered her again. Like before, fire erupted through her body. She gave a gasp, her backside buckling as the sensation rolled through. Her hands found purchase on the sheet below her, knotting up the fabric.

Above her, Kylan moaned. Already he was drunk on her, desperate to fill her and fall away again.

Like before, be began push back and forth, re-entering and leaving. But unlike before, he didn't slow, nor was he gentle, pushing and thrusting with every muscle within his body. Moans escaped his lips, filling the air with lust and passion as he rammed into her from behind. Brea joined him, her own moans harmonizing with his own.

His pace quickened, and Brea could not bare it.. Her eyes were hazy with lust, her breathing rapid and quick. It felt as if with every thrust, Kylan was knocking the wind out of her.

“Kylan, oh, uh! Yes! There! Faster! Oh, Thra--Yes! Yes!”

Kylan pushed deeper, his thrusts becoming more rapid and harsh. By now, his entire weight was against her, pushing her down further onto the sheet. Brea braced herself with her forearms, allowing her lower-backside to be reachable. Kylan took advantage of this, pushing himself up, driving himself deeper into her until he was at her core. Brea could not surpass a scream as he drove into her, sending wave after wave of pleasure and heat through her body.

Kylan could sense she was close. He could feel her heart pound against her chest, and her breathing became so hitched and forced that she fought for every breath. But she wasn't there yet.

He decided to make it more enjoyable for both of them.

Moving a hand from her waist, he cupped one of her breasts. Using his palm, he molded and fondled and pressed and squeezed. His fingers found her mamillia. He pulled and twisted. The rosebud was hard nad firm, and Kylan couldn't help but feel a wave of satisfaction at knowing that her entire being--Her breasts, her core, her valley, her gasps, moans, whispers, screams, kisses and suckles--where his and his alone. He continued his thrust and pushes, pumping in and out of her.

It felt wonderful. Oh, so wonderful. It was as if he was creating her, remaking her.

Brea couldn't help but scream when a particular hard thrust pushed her into the bed. She burred her face into the fabric, the silken sheets masking her voice. Kylan helped her brace her arms again, lifting her gently back into form.

“Don’t,” he growled, lowering himself across her back, near her ears. “Don't hide yourself from me, love. I want to see all of you.”

“Yes,” Brea answers. She buckled her hip, pressing herself to him. “And I wish to see all of you as well.”

A chuckle rose from his throat. Kylan knew what she wanted.

“Soon,” Kylan promised. “Very soon. But right now; this is your night. Let me worship you like the princess you are.”

Brea was surprised at the amount of strength Kylan had left. Fast as lightning, the Spriton-Stonewood re-positioned himself, settling against his calves. Taking both of his hands and placing them over her breasts, he lifted her into his lap, facing forward. She sat against him, her back to his chest. Brea gasped, feeling as her valley was stretched wider by his manhood’s newest position. Kylan wasted no time in starting again. He pushed and pumped, filling her. Using his hands, he cupped both breasts, squeezing and fondling them with great care. With spry fingers, he twisted her mamillia’s, the buds becoming hard and stiff in seconds.

Brea jerked, knocking her hips into his.

He gasped, moaned as he felt her shift to take all of him within her.

From his place behind her, Kylan could just make out her lips forming soundless words.

“What do you want, Brea?” He asked. He jerked his hips, pumped viciously into her.

“I-I want,” Brea gasped. Kylan pushed, stretching her valley wide. “I-I want…!”

“Yes,” Kylan purred. “Tell me, princess.”

“I want every inch of you! I want all of you, Kylan. Please, I want you!”

Brea felt him thrust viciously. She gasped, moaned. Kylan couldn't help but laugh. He kissed her neck, running his lips along her skin. He felt her shutter and shake. “Not yet, sweet princess,” He said. He gave a thrust, pressing deeper into her. “We’re just getting started.”

Suddenly, he pulled out of her, lifting her from his lap.

Her vally was slick and dripping, and her thighs were drenched in oil and other slick liquids. “Kylan!” Brea gasped. “What are you--?”

Turning her by her shoulders, he motioned for her to face him, letting her straddle him, ankles crossed. Her face was flush and her eyes were bright with lust. Quickly, he entered her again. She gave a sharp gasp as he filled her, stretching her tight.

“You’re so beautiful,” He hissed, pressing his hands to her thighs. He squeezed tight, his nails digging into her skin. He rolled his hips. He watched as she bit her lips and took a deep breath.

“Kylan,” Brea whispered. She pressed her hands to his shoulders, drawing him closer. “Yes, please, yes...”

“What was that, Princess? I cant hear you.”

With passion, he began to pump in and out of her. Pressing herself closer, she wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hand through his hair.

“Please!” Brea screamed, feeling him press into her core. She could feel him swell and fill her, and like a drunk man, she wanted more. “Please Kylan. I need you! I need you! Agh! Please!”

With a grunt, he thrusted harder than before. He filled every inch of her, every crevice of her valley, stretching her. He bounced her up and down, hands firmly gripping her as she moved. He felt her valley stretch with each trust, the oil helping with the movement.

Kylan’s name left her mouth, filling the air as she teetered on the edge of bliss. To answer her call, he screamed her name as well, his own cry filling the room.

Brea could not suppress it any longer.

With a scream, her core shattered, ripping through her again. Spasms racked her body, turning every nerve numb. Sweat dripped down her back and neck, coating her entire body.

But Kylan didn't stop. He wasn't close yet; there was still more in him. He continued to thrust, driving deep. Brea felt another spark inside her flare up.

“Not yet,” Kylan said to her as another moan escaped her lips. “There is still more I wish to show you, my princess.”

And he did. He continued his desperate dance with her, pushing and thrusting into her until the two were soaked to the bone in sweat and their skin was raw and their vocal cords were stretched thin.

Brea felt her core shatter over and over as Kylan tore into her. By now, her entire body was numb to the fire. She gave a shallow gasp as he thrusted, one last time into her. She felt him grow stiff within her, telling her that he was on the threshold of becoming undone.

She heard him gasp, suck in a deep breath. His body jerked and Brea felt that familiar rush of heat enter her. Kylan shattered just as hard, if not harder, then before. Spasms clawed up his spine like an angry monster, scathing his muscles, his pelvis, his legs. He felt the tightness from before, the desperation to release within her. He forced himself to relax and ride along with his spasms. He wondered if Brea could feel them as well.

She could. He twitched and jerked within side her. Though she was numb and exhausted, she wanted more.

Suddenly, taking his shoulders, Brea pushed him down, his head resting against the pillow, gazing up at Brea’s exposed form, his black hair draped across the floor.

Ever since they had first arrived at this cave, Kylan had been the only one to please. He pleased with his hands, his body, his manhood. He whispered to her, spoke to her with the confidence of a prince. She had ordered him to shatter her until the breath of dawn touched the world, and he did.

Brea wanted to join him.

Kylan watched, amazed, as Brea moved gracefully above him, removing herself from his phallus to re-apply oil to his both his manhood her valley. Moving slowly, she straddled him, pressing her legs on either side of his pelvis. Taking him fully in her hand, she guided him to the entrance to her valley.

Kylan wanted to say something, but Brea shushed him, pressing her lips to his own. “Shhh, my love,” She said, “Save your words for later.”

With one powerful buck, She enveloped his phallus fully. She stretched and filled him, pressing her hips to his. A gasp escaped her throat. She pressed a hand to her lips to stop a moan from forming on her lips. Caught off guard, Kylan hissed painfully. His hands caught her hips, pinning her closer to him.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

Kylan nodded, head dizzy and blank.

Brea laughed. She could see tears had built up in his eyes. Using her thumb, she wiped a stray tear from his cheek.

“I love you,” She said.

She began to move. In and out. In and out. She bounced, bucked. She rocked her hips into his. She pressed her hands into his chest, pinning him down against the floor. Gasps escaped her lips as she concentrated on bringing him pleasure.

“Harder,” he commanded. “Harder!”

Though she was a princess, Brea did as she was commanded of. She rocked harder, pushing deeper into him. She threw her head back, exposing her neck as she dug deeper into him.

Kylan could feel how deep he was in her. That familiar warmth coated every inch of him, eating him alive. He laid there, watching as she rode him, bore down on him. His hands were griped tight as she bounced lustfully, her breasts jerking with every movement.

He had never seen such a beautiful sight in his life. Heat burned deep within him and as she rode him harder, he found his voice again.

Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!! Faster! Oh, Brea, yes, keep going. Keep going! You’re almost there, love! Yes! Almost there, ugh, yes! Right there, right, Ugh, yes! There! There! More! More! Keep going!”

Brea moaned and continued to Up and down. Up and down. “Kylan, I-I think I’m going too—!”

“Yes, My Princess, Yes! That’s right! Almost there!

“Kylan—!”

“Almost there. It’s nearly dawn.”

She bounced. He thrusted. The two worked their dance feverishly.

“Kylan—!”

With one final thrust, Brea and Kylan shattered, unraveled. Kylan gasped, moaned, as heat left his body and filled Brea’s. Brea arched painfully, her head thrown back as the first bird-song of dawn pierced the air outside the waterfall.

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Hair disheveled, bodies sore and stiff, they slept. With only a single pillow, The two gelfling laid there, naked. They had exhausted themselves too much to bother with finding a bed sheet to cover themselves.

The girl slept soundly, her body pressed to the boys, a hand across his chest. Her breasts were red-raw, the buds scarlet in the weak light. Scratch-marks and love-bites marked her skin.

The boy laid on his back, staring lazily up at the ceiling. A hand was cursed protectively around her shoulders.

The girl shifted against the sheet, ignoring the violent pop in her shoulder. She lifted herself up, looking around the save. By now, light had illuminated the water rushing down the rocks.

She looked to Kylan. He was peaceful, serene. Brea knew that soon, once he woke up, that they’d have to leave and go back. Back to the battlefield and war-room. Back to just friends in the eyes of everyone else.

Brea knew right then and there that she wanted to give him one last taste of passion before it would disappear for the time being.

“Kylan?” Brea cooed softly. She touched his chest, running her fingers along his lean stomach. “Are you awake?” She shifted to press herself closer.

“I am now.” He answered.

She was silent for a moment. “Are you tired?”

“A little...why?”

Brea bit her lip. “We’re going to have to leave soon.” She noted

Kylan nodded his head. “So it seems.”

“So… I was wondering…”

“Wondering what, love?”

Slowly, deliberately, she snaked her hand down towards his pelvis. Brea felt him jerk and gasp he felt her hand touch his manhood.

“Kylan,” Brea pleated, light and airy. She looked him in the eyes. “Please, before we have to leave, let me worship you now.”

It took Kylan a moment to register her words. Slowly, he nodded.

Now, it was her turn to make him weak, to leave him gasping and begging for more.

She looked at his eyes, his lips. Oh how they were perfect. She planted a kiss to them, loving the way they molded to hers. She continued her journey, gazing at his chest, the muscles along his stomach. She kissed those as well. She felt him shiver, give a low gasp as she kissed lower and lower. Finally, her eyes reached the valley near his legs. She caught sight of dark, curling hair, the chiseled cut of his tighs and calves. Then, She caught sight of his manhood.

Her breath caught in her throat. Thanks to the vast amount of medical schools and books within the Ha’rarian library, Brea had already gained the needed knowledge and understanding of what a male gelfling’s manhood had already looked like. But gazing at the real thing was completely different.

Slowly, she moved her hand. Kylan watched as she lifted his phallus into her palm. Kylan took a deep breath, composed himself. It felt forein to be touched this way. It felt like lightning had struck him, igniting his senses.

“Brea,” he moaned, watching as her hand began to move and pump him, up and down Every nerve felt as if it were on fire within him. He watched as she took him in: His size, his shape, his length. Kylan had always been jealous of other male gelfling--jealous of the gloating about how their own members had been bigger than his, how they made gelfling women who took them to bed sore the next day just by entering them.

Kylan had always been jealous. But tonight, within the darkness of the waterfall cave, all the jealousy that had built up all those years had finally washed away. To Brea, he was more beautiful than the moon, and it made him content to know that she loved him regardless.

“Oh, Thra,” She whispered, “You’re wonderful. Perfect. You look as if you were sculpted just for me. My love, you are every bit as perfect as you are in my dreams.”

Kylan felt everything in him go numb as he felt her begin to pump him, her nimble fingers caressing him. She seemed to grip him hard, and then pull back, making him feel exposed. A moan rose into his throat, threatening to spill out. He pressed his head to the pillow, locked eyes with the ceiling. Like Brea, he gripped the sheet in his hand, knotting them tight. She continued her pressing and pumping, working her hand thoroughly.

Her fingers sweeped around and around, pressing against the very end of him. He could feel himself beginning to shatter, and he wanted to be in her. He wanted to give himself to her.

“Brea,” he moaned. “Brea, please, I need you.”

“I know,” she whispered, planting a kiss to his lips. She pumped and pressed. A cry tumbled from his tongue. “Let me ravish you, my love.”

“Yes, ravish me,” He demanded.

She continued her game with him, pumping him viciously. Moving slowly, she pressed her lips to his manhood, toying with him, playing with his manhood until he could bear it no longer. Gasps tumbled from his mouth, filling the silence of the night.

He shattered again.

The heat within his core exploded. He released, letting the pleasure that had built up inside of himself free. Inside her, she had felt the power of a spasm, how it destroyed him, made him tremble with exhaustion.

Brea smiled, watching as a spammed rocked his body.

Kylan fought hard to keep his breathing calm. Sweat crowned his forehead and everything felt numb.

Grinning, Brea watched as Kylan sat up, and cupping her head in his hands, kissed her fully. Brea laughed as he began to pepper kisses on her face, her neck. Soon, he pushed her back down again, eager to please and pleasure her all over again.

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