<font color='#000000'><span style="font-family:verdana; font-size:7pt; color:black; line-height:9px; letter-spacing:0px; text-transform:lowercase;">OoC Day ; Three. Quarter ; Tessera. Year ; Three. Private for her roomie. And rated PG-13+ because Okkie and Tirran are friends with benefits... lol. Ah, and this is a bit long, Phrawlic, I hope you dun’ mind? BiC Okkie rolled over in her bed, moaning as she found her legs tangled in her covers. She lay still for a moment, surfacing from a deep, warm sleep, and then her fabulous blue’s popped open. The creamy caramel pendragon looked down at herself, and stifled a snicker. Her polka-dotted bed spread had been kicked off to the foot of her bed, and the white covers beneath it were twisted and wrapped around her leg and lower torso. Not to mention, her banana yellow hoodie was pushed half way up, exposing a trim belly and the hem of the femme’s navy blue boardshorts. ’Kie noted that she was a goofy sleeper as she pulled her sweatshirt back over her stomach, and promised her poor sheets that she would try to kick them around less often as she untied herself from their cottony clutches. Once she was freed, the she-’dragon tossed her legs over the side of the bed, and stood, her arms reaching towards the ceiling in a luxurious stretch that showed another teasing sliver of her warm cocoa belly. Then Okkie lowered her limbs, blinked, and proceeded towards her hoary-colored bureau. She pawed through various articles of clothing, such as tee shirts and denim pants, in her lower drawers. She picked out an outfit she thought would look all right — a dark pair of form-fitting low riders, denim with thick white stitching, and a bright red tee that bore a Janardan Academy logo on the front in bold, bubbly letters. “I’ll wear this with a white shirt beneath it,” XII commented as she closed the bottom drawers with a deft hip, as her hands were already occupied. She then tugged her top drawer open, exposing all sorts of under garments. ’Kie was semi-glad Tirran was gone (probably out to pick up breakfast for them both) as she carefully selected some cute boxers and such. With one last shifty glance around her, the pendragon bumped her drawer shut and made a bee-line across the dormitory to the bathroom. Okkie carefully closed the door, but neglected to lock it. She then turned to face the mirror over the sink, and she plopped her clothes on the toilet seat next to the sink. Her spiked white locks (with their uber-cute blue tips) were messy, and the rest of her pelt needed to be washed and brushed. The female ’dragon smiled to expose her rows of pearly canines, and noted that they needed brushing. Then, without further adieu, she spun to face the standing shower with its foggy sliding door, turned it on, quickly undressed, and then hopped in. While XII began to sing and wet herself down, she idly pondered over what belt and what headband to wear once she got dressed. She shrugged, and then began to sing a tuneless song. One banded paw reached out for the shampoo bottle, and she was about to lather her messy locks, when one of her silky ears pricked, and she heard the dormitory door open and shut. Her tail twitched as Tirran’s footsteps could be heard just outside the bathroom door and on the other side of the entertainment center. Suddenly, Okkie remembered she hadn’t locked the potty room door... Would Tirran, searching for his friend, simply walk in and invite her to share lunch (and perhaps a few puppyish kisses?) under the warm spray...?</span></font>
<font color='#000080'>Tirran had, indeed, been out retrieving a morning meal (or whatever semblance of such could be found at the academy) and returned to the room with a large, brown-paper shopping bag filled with little styrofoam containers of warm scrambled eggs, toast and waffles. He sat on the floor in front of the television, laying out before him all the various, oddly shaped white boxes from which wafted lovely smells of the breakfasty variety. He opened a container of yellowish-white scrambled eggs and sniffed it, taking in the smell with a foolish grin. He loved eggs. But where was his roomie? She had to be about somewhere. He stood up slowly and looked about the room. A quick glance at her bed showed she was awake, and now that he thought about it, he had heard something in the bathroom... He closed up the little foam boxes, stuffing them back into the bag. Hopefully, that would keep them warm for the time being. He'd rather wanted to talk to XII, however, so he stood up and headed over to the bathroom. Not being one to think, he simply moved to open the door, finding himself somewhat surprised at the fact that it was unlocked. He strode in, and called out in somewhat of a louder voice than was necessary, "'Kie? Food's here..." He glanced over at the shower, and through the frosted glass could see her well-formed sillhouette - he froze a moment. It was moments like this that his soft spot for the girl was most apparent - should he savor the moment? Of course. He closed the door behind him, taking a seat on the floor, leaning against the wall, "...But it's gotta cool down. It'll take a few minutes."</font>
<font color='#000000'><span style='font-family:verdana; font-size:7pt; color:black; line-height:9px; letter-spacing:0px; text-transform:lowercase;'>BiC Her hand gripped the slippery bottle of shampoo, as the lukewarm water streamed over her soft chocolate pelt. Furs that were once bladed and prickly were now slicked against her figure, and the female pendragon looked and felt quite water-logged. But her attention was not really upon her shower at the moment. Instead, she was frozen as she listened carefully to Tirran’s movements outside the door. Footsteps. A low murmur. A paper bag crinkling? And then — her heart skipped a beat, though she had somehow known what was going to come next — he was opening the bathroom door and hesitantly calling her name. Okkie bit her lip as she peered through the opaque glass, watching as her roommate’s figure slumped against the opposite wall. Over the hissing water, she heard him mutter something about food, and waiting. One damp hand reached up to a velveteen cheek, the one with her Kanji tattoo carved upon it, and she hummed thoughtfully. She knew Tirran, slept in the same room with him, had joked with him on more than one occasion. But to be perfectly honest, XII was a moral pendragon, who would not and could not launch from the shower stall, sopping and naked, and plant herself in Tirran’s lap. No... she would have to have a strategy in this cute but potentially embarrassing situation. “Good morning, Tirran,” Okkie called, finally reacting to her roommate’s comment. “Thanks for picking up some breakfast for me...” It was then that the female realized she had forgotten to grab a towel from under the sink. Well, it was too late now, and she couldn’t just bat her eyelashes and ask Tirran to get her one — that was much too cliché. So, using her clever wit and quick mind, ’Kiebean solved the problem by simply shifting her wings into view, and curling them tightly around her damp bodice. Then, without further adieu, she opened the shower door and peeked out, her expression mightily adorable. “Didn’t your mommy ever tell you that it was naughty to spy on girls while they’re showering?” she teased lightly.</span></font>
<font color='#000080'>"Didn't your mommy ever tell you that boys don't listen to the rules?" He smiled back at her and handed her a her a towel from a nearby rack. Once again he gave his eyes a chance to roam her form subtly, taking in the raw curves that he normally was not endowed with the privilege of seeing. He caught himself, however. It wasn't quite appropriate. He patted the floor next to him and smiled, "Take a seat, we can talk." He offered her a plateful of eggs, with a waffle stuck off to the side. He dug in to his own plate with a fork, stuffing his mouth with the fluffy yellow goodness, then tearing off a bit of the pockmarked golden waffle. It melted on his tounge, like a poofy buttery, rather tasty cloud. Okay, not a cloud. But something of the like. Neon green oculars once again focused on the nearby 'dragoness - it had only just now occured to him that she was soaking, dripping wet. His eyes followed water droplets as they clung for dear life to her cute, frost-tipped spikes of hair before falling to meet their fates upon the bathroom floor. Her fur took on an unnaturally shininess - it was, as one would put it, quite hot an image indeed, and his quick glance turned into somewhat of a stare. He had been her friend for quite some time, now, and it seemed as if these pangs of wanting for the femme came and went as they pleased. She surely was an enticing figure - one of the more attractive in the whole academy. He had to fight merely to room with her - only because of his family's rich background and long history with the Academy was he able to weasel his way in with her, and their bond had simply strengthened on a friendly level - though sometimes, he wished for something more...</font>
<font color='#000000'><span style='font-family:verdana; font-size:7pt; color:black; line-height:9px; letter-spacing:0px; text-transform:lowercase;'>BiC Okkie’s lucid eyes danced and laughed at Tirran’s rejoinder, and she slowly shook her head. Droplets of water were delicately flung from her alabaster mop, and they joined their brethren in the ever-growing puddle on the floor. The femme flicked a wrist and peered at the accumulating stretch of aqua, and then stepped lightly over it. Her wings were still bound tightly around her caramel figure, even as she squatted down on her haunches in front of her roommate. She’d refused his offer of a towel with a quick shake of her head, and now she was in front of him, nearly upon him, naked beneath her ivory feathers. The blue tips of her tresses seemed to bleed moisture, and ’Kie grinned at the male, one banded hand reaching out to pinch his cheek in a gesture of affection. “I never knew my mommy, heh? And I’d be glad to talk to you, sweetums.” Those bright white teeth shone like pearly daggers as XII shifted, as she leaned her bare back against the wall, as she curled her legs beneath her, as she put her head on Tirran’s shoulder. Her smile only faltered when she hummed thoughtfully in her comfortable position, because her eyes were on the food and she suddenly realized she had no appetite for that sort of sustenance. The she-pendragon watched as her counterpart ate, while she traced a finger up his left arm. She could feel the muscles working, and the tension pumping, through every fiber and vein. Her sculpted cranium lifted from its nest upon his shoulder, and Okkie peered deep into her roommate’s noxious orbs. He had just swallowed his bite of waffle, and his eyes had a look of utter contentedness in them. But, behind that shield of brief satisfaction, there was a shimmer of longing, and the Kanji-marked creature saw it. She saw it, and she reached up a thin hand, to touch the corner of Tirran’s eye. Hoping, all the while, that her ginger movements would not upset or alarm him. Hoping that they would, instead, make him smile and delight in her actions. The shower, which was still on, added a sort of vague and sensual background music to the scene...</span></font>
<font color='#000080'>Smile he did. Minute tickles ran from the spots that her warm figure contacted his, and he turned to face her, looking down at her body now laid out next to him in such a fashion that would entice him to attempt to sneak a peak at bare skin were he a 'dragon of less self-control. Yet he maintained what little composure was left about him and merely revelled in the touch of his companion. They were now doing something which felt as if it lay outside the bounds of what was "allowed" - if such rules truly applied here. His smile broadened to take control of his full maw, a rarity on the face of this oft-serious creature. Her touch brought to him a feeling of release, one of freedom and wildness that he had not yet experienced in an encounter with the femme - almost an invitation. An invitation to what, though? All the balled-up emotion from the day he had met her unravelled before him in the scene that was playing out right there, right then. Could he? Would he? Should he? The time for contemplating such things was over - if there was ever a more perfect time to make his move, it was now. The moment was right, the timing was right and now, he felt, he could once and for all express those emotions which he had pent up for so long, hiding inside the fragile shell of friendship. He locked his eyes to hers and smiled slightly. "Or," he murmured, "we could forget the talking altogether." And then he did it - he made the move that he had for so long lusted in secret to attempt - he leaned forward silently and moved to press his lips softly to hers, sliding his body closer to her warmth. His free paw felt somewhat akward and soon found a place on her bare hip, then, almost subconciously, slipped up under her wrapped wings. He advanced the kiss with a tilt of his head, and tensely waited out the few fractions of a second it would take her to respond to his actions - they would seem like hours.</font>
<font color='#000000'><span style='font-family:verdana; font-size:7pt; color:black; line-height:9px; letter-spacing:0px; text-transform:lowercase;'>BiC I can tell you like it by that smile of yours, Okkie thought as her blunt feelings of doubt were relieved by Tirran’s fairly delighted expression. Her delicate prods and pokes, which had been so tentative and vague, now became bold and confident. Fueled by her counterpart’s ever-increasing vibes of enthusiasm and excitement, XII began to trace soft hearts around his neon eyes, circles around his velveteen ears, and a single square around the delicious curve of his collarbone. His tension seemed to seep from his pores and take flight from her fingertips, and the femme fatale knew the tension would break, but not in the destructive sense of the word. No, pretty soon Tirran would respond to her stimulations, would lean in for the sweet saccharine kiss she was trying to gingerly tug out of him, with her milk chocolate digits. That would be the culmination of this shower-rhythm moment. Indeed, as Okkiebean had expected, the lip-locking came. Tirran leaned towards the caramel-’n-marshmallow female, slipped a seeking mitt beneath her dampened feathers, and suddenly the two were sharing a tangy, prolonged kiss. This particular pendragon had only shared such a close encounter with two others, and those unions had come with a commitment and a promise of undying love. Both covenants of which had quickly gone sour. But this particular kiss was free, independent, unleashed, and it didn’t offer false hopes or dreams. It didn’t have the potential to shatter her heart and leave the pieces, jagged, bleeding at the bottom of the shower drain. Tirran’s mischievous paw did not have the potential to turn into a clouting claw, to tear and ravage her heart. Instead, like the flirt of tongues being exchanged by the pair, his hand was only warm and it stroked her lower belly with a touch that was almost insanely sweet and thoughtful. Okkie wanted to scream and writhe with laughter at this carefree moment, at the tickling that was inching towards her thigh. Instead, she traced a nail down her roommate’s cheekbone, smiled into the kiss, and slowly drew away. The succulence of the tender gesture still clinging to her maw. “Some kiss...” Her jewel-like eyes danced, and Okkie made a purling noise in her throat. Though the kiss had ended, Tirran’s hand was still beneath her sheath of wing feathers, and the femme could guess where it wanted to go. But she could not allow that. Not yet. Her smile was wide and impish as she abruptly stood, and as her roomie’s searching hand fell away in a disappointed arch. She knew crestfallen sentiments would engulf the male any second, so she acted rapidly — XII clutched his fallen paw, heaved him to his feet, and aggressively nipped the side of his throat with a gurgling mock snarl. Seconds later, she had drawn back from him again, and was flirtatiously moon-walking out the bathroom door; her index finger curling and flicking in a beckoning gesticulation. And then Okkie chuffled and darted out of view, leapt to her bureau, grabbed a red hoodie, and made a dive diagonally onto Tirran’s messy bed. All of this was done in one quick motion, and soon all but one bottlebrush tail was hidden beneath his fluffy polka dotted comforters. There was a few jerking motions beneath the cover (Okkie pulling the hoodie over her head, for yet unknown reasons), and then everything was silent and still... Save for a quiet bout of cackling.</span></font>
<font color='#000080'>The sudden near-turn of events caught the male off-guard - he couldn't quite tell what it was that she wanted from him. She had seemed to enjoy the kiss, yes, but then had outright attacked him - it seemed retrospectively to be an act of play, yet was he sure? All questions were answered as he watched her exit the room, however, maintaining her original, methodically seductive stance. She seemed to, at least for today, want this sort of relationship to continue between them. Though gratified at the moment, his good mood was momentarily overcast by the thought that such advances could bring unwanted akwardness into the relationship, thus ending their friendship on sour terms. Yet, he reasoned, 'Kie was a girl who knew what she wanted. There would be no akwardness in giving her that - would there? He made up his mind. He decided he would play along as long as she would let him - and he would give her what he thought she wanted. But first, he decided it would add a touch of suggestion from his own end. He quickly removed his own layers of clothing until nothing remained on his body besides the green ribbon he prized so much. Wrapping his lower extremities in a towel, he padded out into the the room slowly. "Aie, where'd the 'bean go?" He feigned an expression of confusion as if his was playing a game with a young child - then spied her tail, peeking from 'neath the liberally spotted covers of his own bed. He snuck quietly up to it, then tore off the covers, hopped in, then threw them back down over the two. He planted a big wet kiss between the femme's eyes, murring at her, "You ran away..." His arm snuck to a place draped over her waist and his body inched closer to hers, however cautiously.</font>
<font color='#000000'><span style='font-family:verdana; font-size:7pt; color:black; line-height:9px; letter-spacing:0px; text-transform:lowercase;'>OoC Hey. Sorry for the delay... you know the reasons. I hope this post makes up for it. By the way, I’m still away, just had time to post this. BiC The female pendragon was balled up beneath the covers of Tirran’s bed, her calm breathing filling the cottony space with a comfortable halo of warmth. Her delicate brown hands were pulled back into the sleeves of her crimson hoodie, and her tail (which she had drawn in after a few moments) was fluffed and wrapped about her sleek hindquarters and haunches. Her water logged wings had been shifted away when she put the carmine sweater over her head, and Okkie was now curled into a compact ball of slightly damp fur. The space around her was quite toasty, and blue eyes glimmered with a satisfied glint as she waited for her pelt to dry completely. Her mop of cotton-white hair was dripping a bit, and she yearned for a headband, but the femme was reluctant to ascend from her warm niche. Instead, she flicked her cerulean spikes out of her eyes, and waited for her counterpart to either join her or react in some other way to her coy actions. “Why, hello there.” His lack of clothing seemed to surprise ’Kie, but not in a bad sort of way. As Tirran slipped into the sheets alongside her, the female unfurled a bit, but kept her tail tightly wound around her bottom so that any hint of female’ness was not yet exposed to her roomie. There was a pregnant pause as the pair of pendragons hovered there beneath the comforter, and then Okkie breathed out a tinny giggle. One of her white-slashed forepaws reached from within a cherry sleeve, and poked Tirran in the belly. Her digits then traced over his abdomen and only released their contact just before they reached the brim of the towel. Fearing that this cliff hanging would be too cruel for Tirran to handle, and not wanting to destroy the mounting sentiments of sexuality, XII then moved fluidly closer to him, her tail unraveling from about her. In one graceful motion, she had grabbed Tirran by the biceps, hoisted his slender body up just enough to slip underneath its weight, and then curled beneath and around him. Legs wrapped about his torso, striped ankles meeting each other again above his toned back. She had to check herself to keep from tearing away the towel that was a barrier between their bodies and grinding into him. Instead, Okkiebean only smiled plaintively and kissed his ears. Meanwhile, the shower still hissed in the background, and then automatically shut off. The only noise left was Tirran’s tentative breathing, and Okkiebean’s ululating purr of sensual lust.</span></font>
<font color='#000080'>Beforehand, the male's intentions for the situation had felt quite unclear, even to him. Yet now, it seemed, he knew exactly what it was he wanted from the well-formed femme. Today, they would be far closer than friends, and he didn't mind it one bit. His head instinctively leaned into the kisses, each miniscule touch of wetness sending a gentle, prickling tickle down his spine. Tirran shuddered, though subtly, at both the feeling and the images it formed in his imagination. The stage of his mind was set for the most extraordinary of mornings, and as he could tell by her actions, she felt it too. He wiggled his torso subtly, finding her legs to be quite snug, in fact, about his waist. He decided he would take the first steps towards his ultimate goal - getting closer to the enticing, creamy-brown femme than anyone else could claim. The timing simply felt right. He wiggled just enough to free his lower half from being gripped too tightly and proceeded to smoothly remove the towel, exposing all he had left hidden. However, he did not rush in to things - no pun intended - he would leave the final decision to her. However, he reasoned, he would make a strong reccomendation as to her course of action. "Now, this isn't fair at all! Look at you, you're... wearing a shirt!" With a rather smooth motion, he grabbed the hem of the comfy-looking hoodie and tugged it up over her head, right off her body, and threw it out from under the covers. To make up for the loss of warmth, he pressed in closer, licking slowly up the side of her neck to the femme's perky, pointed ear.</font>
<font color='#000000'><span style='font-family:verdana; font-size:7pt; color:black; line-height:9px; letter-spacing:0px; text-transform:lowercase;'>BiC No feelings could rival the ones Okkie was now experiencing. She had felt joy, of course, and pleasure. Excitement, too. But as Tirran moved and breathed and lived on top of her, their forms molding ever-closer together, the sentiment flooding her veins was nothing short of ecstasy. As her male counterpart shifted over her, fitting over her like the final piece to her puzzle, more giggles clawed their way up her throat from deep in her belly, and threatened to burst out. But the Kanji-marked pendragon kept them at bay, or at least until Tirran’s warm fingers pried the hoodie from her upper torso and peeled it away and over her sculpted cranium. He had already gingerly removed the towel, and now they were in their natural suits, and so Okkie finally unleashed a few giggles, which turned into butterfly kisses to caress the male’s cheek and upper throat. “I don’t know why they call this ‘doing the laundry’, when there are absolutely no clothes involved..." This was whispered into his ear, and a coy chortle followed it. Okkie grinned widely, the feeling of Tirran’s tongue tracing up her neck causing her to lapse back into luxurious silence. Not wanting to be selfish in the aspect of giving and receiving pleasure, ’Kie leaned away from his sloppy licks, and paused. For effect. She then trailed both white-slashed hands down Tirran’s bare sides, tickling and teasing. She had already felt his masculinity — how could she not, with their being so close together? — against her sleek, toned thighs. Now, she felt it between her delicate fingers. But only for a second. Okkiebean withdrew, brought her hands back up and towards his own, and guided both pairs down between their trimmed bellies. All the while, growling lightly and whispering sweet nothings into the male’s ears. Ah... She had touched him, and now she wanted Tirran to touch her. In that most intimate of ways.</span></font>
<font color='#000080'>That single, solitary brief second was like none else he had ever experienced. Her touch could be compared to nothing - it was all the things he had waited so long for and lusted after in secret, back in a time when such an encounter just felt impossible. But, finally, the moment had arrived where he could explore all such possiblities and opportunities without fear, it seemed, of repercussions. He tactfully went about avoiding saying any more on the topic of laundry - dirty clothes didn't quite turn him on. Basking in the warmth and gentle fluffiness of the kisses he was recieving, he also clearly got the message that she wanted to move "forward", and, freeing a paw from her grasp, snuck it down 'tween the tasty femme's slender legs, first gently running it along her inner thighs, working his way up until finally he hit a point of considerable warmth and wetness somewhere in the middle - a spot he gently began to massage. Not being able to resist the temptation of becoming as close as one could get, it was not long before one finger, then two made their way inside 'Kie, massaging firmly-yet-softly running into, out of and about the chocolate 'dragons "femaleÂ’ness." Realizing the rest of her body may feel left out of the fun, he continued to lick and nip the sensitive area of her neck, near the collarbone, working his way up under her chin and finally landing upon her lips. He kissed her again - this time only a quick peck before he drew back and returned to her neck, mrring and cooing softly at her all the while - and then, of course, there was that paw, still kneading away...</font>
<font color='#000000'><span style='font-family:verdana; font-size:7pt; color:black; line-height:9px; letter-spacing:0px; text-transform:lowercase;'>BiC At first, the brunette she-pendragon expected her body to impede Tirran’s advances, to protest with feelings of pain and trickles of carmine blood. In fact, her entire body of toned muscles and slim sinews had tensed up in preparation for the unbearable increments of agony as he pried his way into her body. Hence, when one, then two, digits slid painlessly between Okkie’s slender thighs and inside her, there was an enormous sense of relief on the female’s part. Her bodice slackened and she allowed her counterpart’s weight to sink against her own, as his fingers explored the most secret conduit of her possession. Glad that this act was free of pain, Okkie even rose up a few degrees to enhance the experience, though she was not being consumed by her lust. Far from it, ’Kie treasured, more than the intimate explorations of Tirran’s fingers, the soft caresses of Tirran’s tongue against her collarbone and chin, up her velvet cheek, and onto her mouth. Forgetting somewhat that the male’s hand was stroking the epitome of her feminine nature, ’Kie launched herself into the kiss, tasting the male’s tangy flavor, savoring his intangible scent and the way their lip-locking caused the butterflies in her belly to flutter wildly. It was only regretfully that she finally pulled away from the exchange, and peered into Tirran’s poisonous eyes, her own soft and full of worship. “I... thought it would hurt. It doesn’t, not at all.” She sighed, tracing flirtatious fingertips around Tirran’s temples. “Why is that? Is it because this single act was meant to be?” With a soft sigh, she pulled her body away from Tirran’s divine touch, and, suddenly, the sensual contact was lost. Okkie smiled pleasingly at her partner, promising that she was not going to douse the flame, and then fluidly slid from beneath his weight and off the bed. Once more, her tail had curled ’round to hide her trim hindquarters, and the caramel female looked around the dormitory as if in some sort of daze. Yet, after a few seconds of pondering, she found herself, and launched across the room to her own bed. She yanked a white headband from around one of her bedposts, and wrapped it around her alabaster locks, hoping that this would keep her bladed, ice-tipped tresses from falling in her face. After the band was on, the femme then skidded across to her bureau, and quickly pressed a few buttons on her stereo. Instantly, a soft song with a smooth base-line hummed into the room, and Okkie finally spun around and leapt back into Tirran’s bed, snickering lightly as she snuggled up against him, her feet near his head and her head near his feet. Which she tickled lightly, for a few seconds, before explaining herself. “I don’t know about you, Tirran, but this is my first time ever doing anything like this. I’ve had mates, and I’ve kissed them, but their motions were obligations, promises that were eventually broken. What we have today is not marred by a covenant that will someday be shattered into a billion pieces, leaving us both stranded. We’re just friends who’re trying to keep each other toasty warm on a chilly Tessera day, right?” While she was speaking, Okkie XII traced little hearts on Tirran’s back, utterly adoring the curvature and muscles of his masculine back. But now that her little diatribe was over, her fingertips became insistent, begging the ivory-and-acid male to turn over, so he was belly-up on the sheets. After a few seconds, he took her hint, and he was on his nether, while Okkie scurried to perch, kneeled, between his legs, her soft hands on his hips. There was a fleeting pause as the she-pendragon was finally fully exposed to his maleness, as an ounce of fear seemed to nibble at her heart. But always having been the sort of she-devil to stand up to any challenge, she merely smirked in the face of this latest challenge, peered adoringly into Tirran’s face once more, and then leaned in to taste him, to give him a few moments of oral bliss.</span></font>
<font color='#000000'>He contemplated her words for a moment - how he longed for there to be some sort of covenant, a guarantee that this would be here for him forever! Yet, maybe, that was half the fun of it. It was like a game, it was friendly playfulness between two best friends - there was a casual air about the whole affair. Maybe that's what made it so appealing to him. He gazed back into her wide eyes, not able to hold back his big, dumb grin, "Aye, that's what we are... just friends. The best sort of friends, though." He smiled inwardly - friends with benefits, eh? What luck he seemed to be having! It was the perfect relationship - he could be as attached as he wished, yet there was nothing that bound them together beyond the terms of friendship - he still had room to breathe when he needed it. Of course, room to breathe was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. He desired to get closer - closer than eve... WHOA! What was that!? Having rolled over, he had entered a state of concious dreaming, his mind wandering off though he continued to function in the real world, to some extent. Suddenly, however, with a quick glance down, he found that the situation had changed quite drastically from the last time he had checked in on things. It appeared to him as if now his manhood was in the chocolate femme's mouth - quite strange indeed. He gasped slightly at the feeling, something he hadn't experienced in quite some time - the mix of warmth, wetness, and gentle breaths upon his most sensitive regions. A paw subconciously worked its way down to gently rest on the back of her head, and he mrred softly, "...Just keeping warm..." Trying to reassure himself that he wasn't getting too attached. Yet.</font>
<font color='#000000'><span style='font-family:verdana; font-size:7pt; color:black; line-height:9px; letter-spacing:0px; text-transform:lowercase;'>BiC This was indescribable. Okkie had been, from the dawn of her consciousness, a conservative pendragon, shielding her heart and her bodice from invasion — particularly the male sort. She had, for a very long time, believed that her first sexual act would be with her true love, and that their mating would actually be a bind, a love-making session. Of course, her views had changed over time, though through it all she vowed that the one whom staked a claim on her purity would be nothing short of a soul-friend. As she now took Tirran’s maleness into her mouth, her pearly fangs suddenly butterfly’s wings instead of the flashing daggers they had been a short while ago, she knew that this particular course of action wasn’t a mistake. Sure, he wasn’t her mate for life, but he was something else. The truest sort of friend, honest and gentle, kind and playful. Nay, he wasn’t her soul mate, but, instead, her lover. And this moment in time, while Okkie’s tongue became a source of immeasurable pleasure, they were bound not by love, but by a platonic friendship on a three-dimensional level of heaven. There was no seal on this capable of being broken, but a handshake that could not be forgotten… It only took a few moments for Okkie to administer the ultimate pleasure. She was new at this sort of game, and yet somehow quite adept at it. All mammals are, of course, sexual beings by nature and make-up, and this she-’dragon was no exception. With one flick of her cherry tongue, she brought forth the climax from the male, drawing out of him the final dregs of passion. It had only taken a minute or so for Tirran to culminate, but the female was a bit tired as she leaned upwards, slowly pulling her cranium away from her roommate’s gentle grip. She grinned at him, her jaws once more full of white-hot knives. Her tail flickered a bit, and then Okkie sprawled over Tirran, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his muzzle with fiery playfulness. “How was that? I’m new to this, you know.” It suddenly struck Okkie that she was supremely comfortable. She was completely bare of clothing, and her fur was still the tiniest bit damp from her interrupted shower. Her health was excellent, and she was in perfect shape for her age. And here she was, lying on top of an attractive male, twisting his short spikes of hair between deft digits. Her tail had by now curled around to flicker against his hipbones, and it was like their bodies were sculpted together. A deep breath was drawn into her chest, and a part of Okkie just wanted to lay her head in that crook of his collarbone, just wanted to sleep there and be cradled for the rest of the day, until tomorrow. Yet more of her cried out for this exploration to be finalized, for the casual contract to be signed in a signature of hugs and kisses. Thus, she purred out an ululating note, arched her weight off Tirran, and leaned forward. Into his ears, she whispered: “Will you do the same for me? I want to feel your kisses all over me. Inside me. And after that, I want all of you,” ’Kie said in a delicate voice, prodding dangerously low on Tirran’s belt-line, her suggestion anything but subtle.. “All of you… inside me.”</span></font>
<font color='#000000'>"...Incredible..." was the gasped reply - simple, straightforward, and too the point. Because that's what she was - outright incredible. Having experienced such release at the capable hands (and tongue) of the femme, at once all the faintest inklings of akwardness in the situation were erased simultaneously from his conciousness. The friendship was what made these moments so special; on any other level it would have felt almost routine. But here and now, this was trust like no other could express it. It was the ultimate show of faith; for if one could trust someone so intimately with no guarantees or contract to assure their relationship prospered, Thankfully, it seemed as if their close friendship was contract enough to validate the importance of these actions; it was more than simply seeking satisfaction from one another - it was seeking satisfaction with one another. They were reaffirming their bond of friendship through an act they both found to be reserved for those who were, in essence, far more than friends. As she withdrew her mouth from around his manhood, he couldn't help but feel almost a sense of loss of such closeness - he wanted so bad to right now climb on top of her; become part of her for just this one morning. Yet he restrained himself - she had other plans in mind, first. He would return the favor she had so dutifully endowed upon him. He gently rolled her over next to him with a nudge on the side. Not being much of a talker in bed, Tirran merely nodded at her commentary, silently agreeing upon her planned course of events. It would happen exactly as he had wished it to happen; an incredible morning culminating in what would be, for him, a dream come true. Aligning himself between her slender yet muscular legs, he pushed her limbs open slightly, to allow his muzzle easy access to her most private areas. Gently nuzzling it at first, he almost cautiously extended his tongue outward, taking a long, loving lick at her female'ness. From thereon, he lapped greedily at the fluids which signaled her physical desire, massaging the insides of her thighs gently with his paws as he did so, stopping rarely, for only a matter of seconds at a time - just to take a breath.</font>
<font color='#000000'>|[ - By this time, Okkie felt like she had reached the proverbial "Point of No Return". This sacred union would have to be completed. Yesterday, she had been a virgin. Today, the grains of time sifted away in the hour glass, kissing the clarity away. Tomorrow, she would no longer have a clutch on her shrine of purity. Perhaps she would walk and talk differently. Maybe every pendragon that looked her in the eye would know that she had been with a male. Perhaps her life would be changed in a drastic way, or maybe it would be just the same as always. Most likely, Okkie would  wear the same clothes, hang out with the same buddies, be the same squishy femme she had always been. Yet, deep in the core of her being, she would know that she had finally taken that last step, the step beyond the weathered stake, the border. She would know that her body had become a temple to briefly hold two spirits, and she would also know that, despite it all, despite any alterations to her lifestyle or the way she laughed or her views on religion, she was still Okkie XII, rogue and spy. Though no longer chained up on the brink of experience, soul free as ever. And free seemed to be the word of the moment. The hour glass creaked quietly as things moved fast, and Okkiebean found that Tirran was once again inside her. This time, however, he was not exploring with his fingers, and not for the sake of exploration. Nay, as his palms gently patted the interior of her legs in order to reassure her, as his kisses slid over and inside her body, the female knew that he was guiding her into a realm she had never quested into. Instead of just gracing her with his presence, Tirran seemed to be seeking and dragging and tugging passion from between her legs. His motions caused serpents of pleasure to wind and slither through Okkie's belly, to nibble at her stomach and dance on her heart. Though it felt physically splendid, what caused the banded pendragon to finally experience the peaking throes of sensuality had nothing to do with her physique. It was the glorious sentiments that flooded inside her, teemed with splendor and passion and joy, that caused her fingertips to tingle and reach out to prod Tirran in the ears. It was these same feelings that caused her to grip his cranium and insistently tug him upwards, so that once again they were kissing delicately, muzzle to maw. The inevitable completion was approaching, and the caramel female wanted to draw the last legs of bliss from Tirran. Though her kisses were not deep or full of insatiable lust, they were flavorful and sweet. Their jaws were locked together for a full minute or so, exchanging the spices each had to hold. Then, only when both were left breathless and begging for oxygen, did they break apart. One moment had ended, and another was just beginning. The she-pendragon slipped from a kiss back into her "position". Legs bound tightly around the male's waist, this time without any chance of slithering away. She would lay like this forever, until the sky fell down on them... [][][ - Raa. I stole that last part from a Savage Garden song. ^^; Bad me.</font>
<font color='#000000'>The kiss had broken and it seemed there was no other route to go, as all others had been taken; up until this point it seemed as if everything was simply 'meant to be' and this was no different. It simply felt that now they were meant to, for these few brief moments in the vast expanses of space and time, become one. It was an incredible feeling he was experiencing; despite his relative experience it was a blend of both nerves and anticipation as to the event to unfold, and there was a long, thoughtful pause as he contemplated the events of the morning and their meaning. He, too, was contemplating all sorts of changes - changes between him and his beloved friend 'Kiebean. Would their friendship blossom with the newfound freedom of such physical freedom? Or would the act become somewhat of an enigma in their relationship? Would it destroy them completely? Or would nothing at all change? He hoped the latter to not be true; to experience the same dullness of day-to-day life around 'Kie from this day forth without hopes of such an encounter again would seem almost impossible, for in truth he had never felt so close to someone as he right now felt to the tawny 'dragon he lay atop. His silent contemplation came to an abrupt end as he realized he must finish what they had begun so innocently, with his delivery of breakfast earlier in the morning. It was probably cold by now, he thought, but pushed the thought from his mind quickly. That was not a concern of his. In fact, the only thing on his mind was taking from her, in an act of love, something she had kept for 1700 long years - yet no more would she have this precious halo to call her own, not after what he was about to do. He froze momentarily - was this really what she wanted? He had to be sure - to make sure she didn't want to end it here, to save herself truly for someone whom she could claim to love. Yet a long gaze into her eyes showed otherwise, their gaze back revealing no hidden emotion; simply the raw bliss they both shared. One more kiss was gently placed upon her lips, as an almost comforting act - this is it... And with that, he gently shifted his weight so that his manhood slipped between her legs, disappearing deep inside her. He took a moment, yet another pause, to savor the feeling of being all at once surrounded by her warm wetness, to take in the feeling he'd so longed for. He then took to a rhythm of gentle thrusts, grinding his hips against hers... and all at once he knew what pure happiness was.</font>
<font color='#000000'>[][][ - This post is mean, hehe. Poor 'Kie just wants to be friends (with benefits). My little player! xD; |[ - She reposed there upon her back, beneath his weight, completely helpless. In a way, her body was now yielding to his, and there were no brakes. Okkie thought, for a split second, that she and Tirran couldn't possibly get any closer, and then... He was completely sheathed. There was a tiny prick of pain, and the sifting sands in the hour glass were all collected in the bottom half. Time was up. Okkie whispered a farewell to her proverbial halo, blinked, and then responded to Tirran's movements with cute little pelvic thrusts of her own. Somewhat shy, but all the while getting more used to this forbidden dance. Their smooth prancing rhythm caused 'Kie to swirl off into a sort of half-dream, and her cerulean orbs closed. Her grip, which was about Tirran's neck and upper back, remained tight, and her hips continued to arch. But her mental 'scape turned away from the sexual aspect of the present, and towards the relationship aspect. Would this male, whom was now inside her most secret sanctuary, expect love to blossom because they had done this? When the pair of pendragons was spent, would he kiss Okkie as he would kiss a mate? Her eyes snapped open, and there was a pause in their endeavor as the female froze. Her Kanji tattoo burned, and then she leapt back into the movements. But her mind was now bogged down with heavy thoughts, and her heart was no longer leaping. Tirran would undoubtedly expect something of this, of her. But Okkie was not ready, and not willing, to give. She didn't want to love him or be loved, in a romantic way. Had she just used Tirran, lead him on? Okkiebean bit her lip as she thought, would her reluctance to carry this further shatter their friendship and leave him teeming with tears and her brimming with guilt...?</font>
<font color='#000000'>Thankfully, the male understood preciseely what the actions meant. He could see that, though carefully executed with care and compassion, the movements were simply that - movements. There was no substance to them; no true emotion beyond the bounds of friendship to speak of. He simply hoped the act would not introduce the akwardness of what would seem like a prematurely aborted relationship into their midst, suffocating their sacred flame of friendship, starving it to the point of death. Yet at the same time he felt a sense of hope, a sense that yes, in fact, there was a closer bond that hovered between the comfort and security of friendship and the warm glow of love and affection. When it was over, he would savor the moment, bask in the warm afterglow of the event and momentary pangs of what would feel to them both, if but for a moment, like a true emotional bond. But, the pure-white male knew, such emotion must otherwise be kept within, hidden from his room mate slash best friend at all costs; for such emotions were dangerous for them both. That ending moment, the culmination of the morning, came shortly after the silent contemplation of this fact. It began as a slight shiver, then grew to a shudder that worked its way down his body, accompanied by a sudden, incredible feeling of release. The creeping, tingling sensation blossomed outward from the epicenter of the physical pleasure, that small point in which their forms overlapped and joined to become one, singular entity for this morning... ooc: Sorry for the long wait.:)</font>
