snelss0

Journey to the East

Elann hummed, interested in his intent to return to what he missed. There was obviously something keeping them all there in Zeltiva, she just hadn't figured out what it was yet. In her mind, she figured perhaps it was school for the children.

"Well, at least the woods aren't that far."

Seeing how Zeltiva was surrounded in woods, it was at least just a small journey to at the very least not hard to be in nature. Elann left him so as not to bother him much more and went into the kitchen.

To Elann, she had no idea the others had gotten up early enough to eat before her. She was waking up as the suns light came out and filled the sky and already people were downstairs reading, have had breakfast, and were making another. Everything looked fresh and new to her, except for the leftover bread.

At Aimee and Ryon's welcome, Elann smiled. While the bath was somewhat of a rarity to Elann, sleeping on rugs pillows and blankets was comfortable to her. The bed was slightly more comfortable, but not much in her mind. She however understood what they meant and how they were trying to be courteous.

"Good morning! I'm alright. The bed was quite comfortable."

She looked briefly around for Noah, not having seen him along with the two in the kitchen. That didn't surprise her, so she figured he was out somewhere.

"Where is Noah? I'm surprised he was up this early."

Journey to the East

"That must have been nice. I've dreamed of living out there, living off the land, but I don't know if I could. I know how to live in the desert, here I'm quite ignorant to how things work."

Elann nodded to his welcome and noticed his shift of attention as well as the joy in her bond. It was curious to her because she thought Noah to be in the kitchen.

"That sounds wonderful. I've only eaten in a couple restaurants before, well, really only one, but the other I was in. I just didn't eat." She grinned and shrugged. "Well...I'll leave you to your reading. I'm going to go pester Aimee about breakfast and see if I can help in any way."

While she had just sat, the fact she sat on the edge of the chair had already communicated her ease to leave. It was to show him she was giving him the respect to spend time with him, but also was wanting to see what else was going on. Only if he bid her farewell would she stand and head into the kitchen so as not to be rude.

Knowing her husband, if his father was anything like him, he would appreciate the shortness of their conversation and would even come to appreciate her for it more in the longrun. While Isabella may have told him that she was a talker at times, it didn't appear so to him.

Journey to the East

With the continued conversation, and the occupation of busybodies in the kitchen, she decided to sit down on the edge of the loveseat and speak to Viktor for a little. The communication was something she couldn't avoid; he was family.

"The trip was long and bumpy. The first week I felt like my spine had shifted in ways it never could." She let out a little laugh. "But eventually we got used to it. It was nice having Isabella with us for a while. Eventually we all started to work together on the trip. Aimee and I would watch the children at times for the whole of the caravan and play games with them. We went hunting at times, and Aimee provided a lot of the meat for the wagon's meals."

She felt bad, not being able to speak of -all- that happened on the trip but tried not to show it.

"It was beautiful country. I've never seen so much green and abundant water in my life. I felt like I was in the realm of Yahal and had died somehow. The trip was much more enjoyable than three months by boat."

She wondered if Viktor was just as imaginative as Noah and put it to the test. She looked upon him, seeing if he had a similar face to that of her husband as he thought.

"When we came in sight of the mountains of Zeltiva, new hope sprang up in us. The white caps of the high peaks seemed larger than anything I've ever seen. The towers standing watch seemed ready to defend us from anything that would come our way. It was very beautiful."

Journey to the East

If Elann felt a bit more like she was capable, she would likely do a little dance at Noah's emotional reply. As it was, she just seemed to enjoy it. Elann rarely used the bond to see sight through the bond. She was too busy on her own thoughts and focusing on what little emotions he sent her. Perhaps as he felt more emotion, she could relax more and sense the other aspects of their bond.

Seeing Viktor certainly reminded her of Noah's antisocial behavior and naturally she decided it was Viktor who had imprinted that behavior upon him and encouraged him to be the man he was today. It meant that she was liable to be just as irritating to him as sometimes she was to Noah; the difference being that she could sometimes makeup with Noah to a degree, but she wasn't sure about his father.

"I slept..." she paused as there was a clatter in the kitchen and then looked toward that way briefly with a smile at Aimee's fussing before moving slightly closer to him toward the loveseat, "...well. It was a comfortable bed. And it was certainly nice to be able to bathe after so long on the road." She paused, looking toward the kitchen.

"It smells like breakfast is going to be good."

Journey to the East

Having shown her husband a new way for them to work together, it seemed that he too had a few things to show her. While she had considered that in the past he had possibly in his innocence had sex, she preferred to think that perhaps he also could just have used his imagination. In her culture it was not very good to be with someone who had had sex outside of marriage, not unless they were a concubine, someone who desired sex merely for the lack of prodginy to help take care of them. To them it was a service, and the man who provided the heir would have to take care of the concubine much like a wife, but lower in importance. To just have sex with someone in a brothel was considered wrong.

Even to Elann, having sex with a concubine was wrong. She intended her marriage to be pure, and as long as Noah maintained that she was indeed the only one he would ever love, she would remain in the belief it was pure, despite his past experiences; if it wasn't, Yahal would not have voiced his support of it.

Elann was alone. The bed beside her was empty and cold, but the buzz of their bond could be felt among each other. Sending loving thoughts of their passionate night through the bond, she reminisced of how she felt and shared openly her early morning stretches as if to say the good morning she wanted to to him from afar. Slowly she rose from bed and a great pain was in her hips. Muttering to herself in comment on the pain, the good feelings were slightly replaced with resisting the pain within her. After a few steps, she paused at the edge of the bed and sat by the trunk. Opening it, she found her brush and then moved toward the mirror.

After a quick brush and wash of her face from the small basin, she finally looked a bit more alert. Elann pulled a blue dress out of the chest and a leather belt - something nice for the day to travel around town but not so nice as to be uncomfortable- and donned them. The dress was smoothed out over her body, tied, and some last minute fixes were brushed out of her naturally curled hair. Looking herself over, the outfit seemed to bring out more of a blue hue from her bluish-green eyes.

With that, she was out the door barefoot and heading down the stairs at a fairly slow pace. As she came into sight of Viktor, she gave him a wave and moved to linger in front of the fireplace for a moment while she could speak to him softly.

"Good morning. Sleep well?"

It wasn't beyond her notice that all of the Amuels were attractive, especially shirtless as his father was, but there was very little attraction toward him because of his status and her natural fear of him as a stranger.

Journey to the East

Elann pressed his hands to her body, gesturing for them to rove around. As previously told, her chest and hips were the points where he would find massive surges of enjoyment coming from her, but for the most part, she was taking her time and enjoying him. Like this, she felt in control, but also he too could feel the same, as if they were equal.

The two of them could continue that way as long as he was able, but Elann also wanted the evening to be about him, so she would voice the question to him for what he would want to do to her, if there was anything else on his mind.

Whether or not they continued was up to him, but if he was too tired or worn, she would not give up there. Elann wanted to please him and whether after another further wild throe in the sheets or not, she would seek to give him a body massage. She was going to coax him into a realm of relaxation she had never brought him to, detailing each muscle that in their bond felt like it relaxed him, and steered away from anything that would harm him. Using her bond with eyes closed and atop of him, she would use the bond like a roadmap to his body.

Later that night, when Jocelyn would come home, Elann would still be awake and would wait long after she likely went to bed and then would go take another bath, this time, just a short one to clean after their lovemaking. If he had somehow remained awake and wished to join her, he could, however she would get sleep and wake before breakfast as normal.

In usual fashion, she sat up, rubbing her eyes at the light of the rising sun coming into the room (whether or not it was direct or just global light). There she would linger for a long moment, smelling the air and listening to see if she could smell breakfast cooking or hear someone in the kitchen. Her frame was still in the nude and long since had her turban been cast aside, revealing beautiful nearly black curly brown hair. She looked sleepily over for Noah and where he was.

Journey to the East

Noah's attentions, as simple as they were, nipping at her bare collarbone, sent great physical reaction through her body. It was as though her skin was ignited by sensitivity and he had just flicked it hard. She did not come back to him at his beckoning, instead remaining with eyes closed and hand slowly moving from her covered mouth down to her breasts to lie in between them.

He sought out her hand, and it was only upon snagging it from her chest and wrapping his hand intertwined in hers did she seem to rouse slightly. Her eyes cracked open to look up at him and she hummed happily at his neck nudgings. It wasn't until he nipped at her ear did she seem to come back even more. Her body shifted, wrapping around his with her legs and pulling her head away from his to show she was alert.

With breath still very ragged, she voiced in a sultry fashion, "You want something?"

A little huff of exhaustion came from her as she pushed the gaspy breath away from her and normalized. Her attentions with him were far from finished and she showed him as much with her free hand. She too felt like his emotions, his actions, and his way with her was an apology. Even the way he had taken off her robe, even casting aside the blanket, it was as if he wanted to view her body and even desire it fully. The thoughts still ran through her head, and while feeling incapable of moving much in the moment, her passion and desire for him had not left her. She had been wrong in assuming in the past that he found her attractive, but she had hope that the more he sought her romantically, the more he would come to desire her, her mind, and even her body throughout the day in the way they had just shared.

Her womanly attentions to him would hopefully draw him to be willing once more to continue their activities, though she still lay there mostly unmoving.

"Sit on the edge of the bed. I want to try something..." she asked of him in the same vocal fashion. If he moved, the released pressure of her freed hips would give her a momentary bit of comfort and she felt as though she could move once more. Curling, which felt amazing in that moment, she rolled off the side of the bed and sat up next to him. Slowly she would stand, feeling a bit of pain in her and holding her hips to release some of it. A smile then was given to him to show she was fine and she drew to sit upon him. Her desire was clearly shown there on the side of the bed as the vision of what could have happened in the tub became reality.

Journey to the East

At long last he had seemed to draw to her in a way that she longed for. Although nothing had happened yet, she could sense that he was romancing her. He met her lips, and not in a sweet simple way, but in a way that showed his intent. Noah was not being the animal right now, but the husband she wanted. The robe was tight, and his hand sought entry, yet it was restricted in a way.

She laughed inside as she felt his annoyance, merely smiling on the outside as their kiss ended. Her hand had come down to offer his the end to pull, the key to unlocking the robe between them. Undone, she was slowly revealed before him. As he gazed upon her and recalled their previous moments, her eyes tightened shut as if it itself was a manner of pleasing her. In reality, the emotion of his passion and desire were more seductive than any act he could do in that moment.

As he pulled back, the tight-lidded eyes opened to view him and the tuggings and want of it completely gone were revealed. She sat up, letting him help her out of it, and with a couple of shifts and lifts of her body, it was free to be flung. A small audible chuckle came from her at the ridding of it. She could tell by how he threw it even that he was not the animal; if he was, he would have been far more aggressive. As it was, it seemed as though he was going to make great love to her.

A bite of her lip revealed the physical anticipation bubbling up inside of her for him; a feeling that was doubled as he kissed her fully once more. Now they were able to be together in a more direct fashion than before, and given it was what both wanted, their bond would further lead them in mutually pleasurable ways. Elann would guide him and show him without words, much like they had done before, and would reveal how she wished to be romanced in that evening and moment. While there were similarities, each chance of lovemaking they had was slightly different.

Ultimately the two would become one, and with the anticipation, his strong emotions, and her long-felt want for it all, she would find herself with her hands over her mouth, silencing the natural and powerful reactions within her. She instead would keep that hand there, nearly paralyzed with emotion and pleasure, long after their lovemaking was over. If she hadn't been moving and breathing, it would be easy to think he had killed her; but all through their bond, emotions of elation still resided.

Journey to the East

It was interesting when Noah reminisced on the past. Feelings and emotions of the things he liked seemed to pique inside of him, showing Elann various signs that he was doing what she did when she increased her passions for him. It was largely based on the experience they had with each other, the touches, the things they said and did that happened in the past that let her love him so greatly. It wasn't just lip-service to her. It was developed out of a need for him and grew out of her experience with him.

Lately, that experience had been bad, but as he spoke of romance, felt emotions as he thought back, and seemed to pay more attention to the current moment than his own thoughts, she couldn't dwell on the negative in their relationship. Those thoughts had been pushed aside, forgiven, and only seemed to come back when she was neglected. Now that he seemed to bring focus back to her and their loving relationship, she could only remind herself of the good events that took place too.

Elann seemed to melt in comfort and enjoyment as his touch came to her ear. The soft pulling carress made her take a deep breath as she opened her eyes to view him. Longing had snuck itself into their bond and yet seemed to fluctuate in her as he came over closer. It wasn't that she didn't long for him any more, but the fading longingness of him being near her was replaced by the new longing to have relations with him. Whatever was going on in her mind, it seemed to be well received as she welcomed him to her, giving him access to her and meeting his kiss openly.

Her hands wrapped up briefly over his neck as she lingered on the words he spoke. In their bond, love was returned, but no words came. It seemed her eyes had closed as she reveled in the emotions he sent her. They were a fine chocolate to her, a delicious treat that she rarely got to experience. Her body began to respond to him in evident ways, in small motions and various feelings. Her hands began to search out his body once more, almost involuntarily as she wanted him to make love to her. Before she had cared that they were on Donovan's bed, but in the moment, she really could care less. Only a robe between them, bound at the waist tightly in a simple looped bow seemed to come between them.

She sought his lips and to entice his body in mutual form with her own, although a simple moment or emotion of wariness or rejection would cease her advance upon him and would show her that he did care about their lovemaking in his family's house. It was strange, she could admit, being in a house full of people who had great hearing and senses, but they also were animals, and mating was natural. Elann had no idea what any of them may have though, but at that moment, she also did not care.

Journey to the East

To her, the bath was a solid reminder of dipping in an oasis back home. Much like dipping in the rivers, body baths just didn't do much, but every once in a long while, when the women would gather to go retrieve water, they would get to dip and nearly submerge in the waters there. Syliras had the first bath she had taken, and even given the pain of gathering water there, it was one of few full baths she had taken. The flowing water and availability of the snow melt revealed that she could take a bath completely and without much regard for the water held in the basin. To her, taking a bath in Zeltiva was like a miracle. He hadn't realized, but the buzz of happiness in her since arriving was not only because of meeting his family and being off the road, but also because she knew she could have a bath. It was everything she had longed it to be, and now after it, she felt relaxed and at peace.

She played with him, only the smallest of sly grins displayed on her face as she walked away, though he would know better. She was proud to have swatted him. He finished his visual examination as he looked over himself. To her, it was like he was modeling for her in a way, though she knew that was far from the truth.

Having slipped underneath the covers, the Benshira was further enjoying the warmth of her semi-thick clothing and now the blankets as well. Time passed and he seemed to have finished. Like an eagle herself, her eyes never left him, darting to and fro over his body in like manner. While there was a great desire and passion connected to her attraction for him, it was not so overwhelming due to the fact she didn't want to get her hopes up again.

He slid under the blankets and a much more present smile came over her face as he came closer. She seemed to meditate on the feelings he had for her. Even if he would fail in his husbandly duties to her at times, emotion coming from him was like a temporary and life saving balm that would heal her heart. Her eyes closed at the gentle touch, and he would find that as his hand rose over her body, not just emotionally, but physically as well, she would react. Her body seemed to shift, or almost slowly squirm at his touch, although not in a negative or repulsive way, but rather in a responsive way. Her nightgown V-necked where the two sides of the cloth wrapped about her and it was there that he rest his hands.

His question, starting off seemed to diminish the emotions inside she was feeling; thinking he was about to ruin the mood that could have spawned between them. Instead, it seemed he was trying to see what was romantic, and smiling, Elann turned her head to face him and nodded.

"Yes. That is romantic."

Perhaps, she thought, he was going to understand and perceive what she said after all.