Love is a movement.

OoC – Laipui, 42° Dyo 81380, mid-afternoon. This is a private cruise plot and it’s <font color="red"><s>too cute for you</s> MATURE</font>, so read at your own discretion. Because I know you all are reading it. Our mature threads get the most page views in the game! PFT!

BiC – Riot rolled over in bed, murmuring softly as she repositioned herself, though she did not surface from sleep. Unconsciously, she nuzzled her snout against Cayson’s cheek, and tossed an arm lightly across his chest. Since he was on his back and she was on her side, she then easily bent her knee and curled it over his legs, before becoming still once again, only her tail tip stirring gently as if tapping in time with her rhythmic breathing.

Last night, on the eve of their anniversary, Riot and Cayson had had quite a celebration. The two of them rarely drank in excess, but they had made something of an exception last night. They had shared a small bottle of wine before hitting an on-deck party, where theyÂ’d had enough presence of mind to maintain themselves even as they danced rather intimately. After a few hours of said celebrating, they had then retired to their stateroom, where theyÂ’d finished off their night by opening another small bottle, this one a strong brand of whisky that Radin had given them as a gift. Though they had been tipsy, theyÂ’d only gone as far as to take body shots off each other before eventually flopping in bed to sleep off their mild hangovers.

Fortunately, neither of them had awoken that morning to anything more than a slight headache, and the two of them had gone out to breakfast with Radin. He had given them another gift, this one a little more mischievous than the bottle of whisky, though somehow more thoughtful as well. It had been a small, homemade “sex kit" from their medically inclined friend, including everything from condoms to warming lubricant to a bottle of chocolate syrup to a home pregnancy test. Though Riot and Cayson had both been amused, the thill had also been embarrassed and had made Radin – who’d been sporting a smug grin – put the gift in their tote bag to hide it from public view.

And the best gift was yet to come. Even in her sleep, Riot smiled, excitement thrilling through her despite her lack of consciousness. Prior to the voyage, she had been fairly certain that she and Cayson would finally consummate their relationship, and had done a few things to prepare. Firstly, she had packed some birth control pills Radin had generously provided, due to the fact that her cycles were still a little irregular and she did not want to take any unnecessary risks. She had also packed something else entirely – a cute if slightly naughty set of lingerie, consisting of a flirtatiously pink camisole as well as a matching pair of hipsters. Both the chemise and the panties had satin sash trims, while the main fabric was a see-through, gauzy material that would highlight the curves of her body and leave little to the imagination.

After breakfasting with Radin, Riot and Case had returned to their stateroom to take a nap, as both of them had still been fatigued from the night before. However, before slipping into bed beside the orange arden, the thill had taken a short bathroom break, during which she had changed into the charming underwear set before putting on a regular tee shirt and pair of shorts. She had been taking the birth control pills for a week now, and it was their anniversary. Riot knew that, before the day was over, she and Cayson were finally going to take that last step. It was a just a question of when – sometime before or after the rather elaborate dinner plans they had made.

They just needed to get in their rest first. Yawning lightly, Riot shifted again, this time rolling onto her opposite side and curling into a ball, her back pressed firmly against Case’s warm side. This time, she did surface from sleep for a moment, only long enough to tug at her shorts, which were riding up, before the thill just as easily slipped under again. She was excited and nervous about what was to come, but she wanted to finish off her nap first. After she finally woke up refreshed, the rest of the day – and night – would then belong to Cayson and their several rounds of amateur yet adorable lovemaking.

 

Despite CaysonÂ’s attempts not to disturb Riot, the thillÂ’s mismatched eyes slowly opened, and for the first time in an hour or so, she regained full consciousness. Her white tipped ears perked a little as she listened to the arden leave the bed and begin rummaging around, though she did not move. In fact, she remained completely motionless until she felt CaseÂ’s warmth and solidness return, his LEFT hand sliding down the length of her toned arm until it found her hand, which he gripped loosely while toying with the platinum promise band around RiotÂ’s ring finger.

She continued to lay still for a few seconds, but then she slowly rolled over to face him. His hand was knocked aside for a moment, but as soon as she repositioned herself so that she was facing him, both of RiotÂ’s hands sought out his, and she squeezed his warm fingers. The thill then made to snuggle tightly up against CaysonÂ’s front, but his softly whispered pet name gave her pause, and she looked questioningly at him, freezing again. Had she actually gone through and hugged up against him, she would have felt the box he was holding, but as long as she was in her state of suspended animation, she was unaware of it.

“Yah?" she eventually spoke after a moment, her voice sounding groggy. She laughed lightly at the odd sound of it, before clearing her throat and trying again. “What is it, Case’sla?" Somehow, though her expression was still vaguely sleepy and her voice was off, she managed to sound both endearing and affectionate as she stared openly into the arden’s face, the slightest curve at the corners of her mouth.

 

As Riot settled on her side and peered into CaseÂ’s eyes, she felt as if this scene could have been plucked straight out of a cheesy romance movie. Here they were, whispering sweet nothings between themselves as they laid side by side, the only sound in the room beyond their voices the slow and rhythmic whirr of the ceiling fan as it moved in slow circles above them. The only thing that was wrong with the scene was the fact that RiotÂ’s fittingly mischievous camisole and hipsters were hidden beneath a drab white tee shirt and a pair of blue sports shortsÂ…

Refocusing after a mild lapse into her “romantic" thoughts, the thill smiled fully as Case’s fingers brushed her white hair away from her eyes. Her large ears pushed forwards a bit as he then began to speak again, his voice still soft, the gentle murmur of a lover. For some reason, as he addressed her, his words caused a vague stirring in Riot’s belly, and her heart skipped a beat. Although the words themselves were not overtly suggestive, there was something about the tone… the look in his eyes… the day… the plans they had…

“Of course I know those things," Riot purred in reply, and she let her fingers be grasped by his own white-tipped digits. “I love you, too, Cayson’ni. I love you so much... it’s really indescribable. You know I’ll be by your side forever, and probably after that, too…"

 

After their mutual words of endearment had been exchanged, Cayson sat up, and then drew Riot up along with him. The thill did not protest, but continued to look at him with fond if somewhat quizzical eyes. There seemed to be a certain if slight nervousness to his movements now, and Riot found her stomach doing flip-flops. Something major was going downÂ… something even more noteworthy than the foreplay that would lead to their first sexual encounter.

“Cayson…" the thill’s voice came with a sharp intake of breath as she felt him guide her hands to a small box in his lap. She stared at the royal blue velvet, and now every organ in her body seemed to be joining in on her stomach’s kamikaze dance. Only one thing could be in that box.

But Case was speaking again now, even as his fingers manipulated overtop of hers so that, together, they opened the small case. Riot peered into the ardenÂ’s eyes as he leaned closer and caught her gaze, and her breath caught in her throat as Cayson purled his quiet, affectionate proposal. Her breath was further stolen as small fish mirages swam out from inside the now-open box and began to swim in a gleaming school around them, somehow causing tingling sensations on RiotÂ’s skin as they swam around her although they were incorporeal holograms.

For a few seconds, the thill was too caught up in the moment to say anything. Not to mention, her breath was caught tightly in her throat. But as one of the small, holographic fish whizzed around her head, then dove down her shirt, Riot burst into a mix between a sob and a laugh, and nodded vigorously.

“Of course I’ll marry you," she was finally able to choke out. For the second time in their relationship, tears of pure exuberance swelled in Riot’s eyes as she leaned forward and gave Cayson a quick, tight, and very emotional hug.

 

When Riot felt Case sob in her grip, she held him all the tighter, and the tears fell more freely from her own eyes. SheÂ’d cried a few times in her life, and it used to be that tears were only shed in order to express wrenching emotional pain. Cayson, however, had shown the thill that crying could be a happy thing, too. In fact, as the liquid jewels slipped down her face and careened off her banded muzzle, Riot knew sheÂ’d never felt happier than at this very moment, as she cried together with her lover.

Before too long, both of them were able to regain themselves a bit, and Case gingerly eased out of the hug. Riot let her arms fall from around him, and she used her right hand to brush the remaining tears away from the corners of her eyes. She sniffled rather endearingly as well, but otherwise remained silent as she watched Case fiddle with the boxÂ… and the ring. SheÂ’d almost forgotten there would be a ring, sheÂ’d been so taken with the floating fish and the ardenÂ’s magical proposal.

“Oh my gods, Cayon’ni," came Riot’s voice as she laid her mismatched eyes on the beautifully crafted ring. It was made of beautifully carved fish, not unlike the necklace she had given him a week ago. “It’s beautiful. I love you so much," she said, her voice choking up a little once more, though she paused to take a breath in order to calm herself a little. “I’m so happy to be with you, to be yours… to be your fiancée."

As she spoke, the banded female watched as Cayson slipped the gorgeously crafted band onto her left ring finger, after having deftly moved the older promise ring onto her right hand. Once it firmly encircled her slender white digit, the thill held out both hands and spread them, admiring the beautiful jewelry on them. These were the markers of CaseÂ’s love for her, and Riot knew she would never, ever take either of them off again, because she would never, ever belong to anyone else besides Cayson Lapices.

Now, with the fervor of the moment smoothing out a bit – although Riot still felt a little tearful, a little heady, and a little like swooning, all at once – the thill became aware of a tickling sensation. As Case pointed, she glanced down at her shirt. She was wearing a cotton tank top, plain white, and not too far from her chest, there was a glowing blue spot. It was from this same location that the tingling feeling was coming from, and Riot laughed as she realized that one of the ghostly fish had somehow made its way beneath the thin cotton.

“Help me catch him?" she spoke up as if voicing the thought as soon as it had occurred to her. Riot’s right reached out for Cayson’s, and as their fingers gently wound together, she guided his hand towards her. Just to be sure her implication was clear, she then tugged up her shirt the slightest bit and placed his multihued hand underneath it. This was not only about catching a fish… this was now about the two young fiancés embarking on the most intense and loving voyage they’d ever taken, and only the first of many yet to come.

 

CaysonÂ’s pounce was unexpected, but as he leapt atop her and pressed her against the soft sheets of the bed, Riot raised no complaints. In fact, she laughed as her eyes widened, before her voice tapered off into a deep purr. This, of course, was muffled somewhat when CaseÂ’s mouth found hers, and they exchanged a kiss that was quite unlike any they had shared before. Up until now, their kisses had been chaste, if not in delivery then in intent. This one, however, was meant to lead to other things, was meant to excite.

And excite it did. Riot felt CaseÂ’s tongue invade her mouth and twist around her own, and she closed her eyes and contributed to the exchange with a flick of her own tongue against his. His and hers then curled together in quite a heated embrace, before Riot eventually and reluctantly ended it so that she could surface for some air.

“Happy anniversary," the thill purred as she sucked in a lungful of fresh air. Her quick breathing made her quite aware of Cayson’s hand underneath her shirt, as she felt her rib cage rise and fall against the warmth of his palm. His fingers were getting ever closer to her small yet supple breasts, and she felt a fire lick intensely in her belly as his hands inched ever upwards. She found her skin yearning for his touch like it never had before, as if every nerve was on fire and craved the feel of his fingers massaging against her.

But receiving was only half of the game. Even as Riot awaited CaysonÂ’s hands to move further upwards, her own right hand wedged into the small space between their two bodies. Already, that pocket of air was on fire between them as they emanated sexual heat. But Riot was not concerned about the temperature, nor was she really aware of it. Her fingers quested towards CaseÂ’s belt line, and even as she touched him through his shorts, she threw her left arm loosely around his neck and arched her hips beneath him. She also bent her legs so that they were angled on either side of him, his weight cradled comfortably between them and on her pelvis.

“You know, I spent a small fortune on this camisole and hipster set, but I have a feeling it’s not going to be on for very long," Riot said through a breathless laugh, before she slowly began to undo the buttons on Cayson’s shorts. “I don’t mind though," she added on with a quick wink, indicating that it was, of course, perfectly fine to begin undressing her as well.

 

The buttons were now undone on CaysonÂ’s shorts, but RiotÂ’s hand was momentarily stayed, her attention briefly distracted. The ardenÂ’s hands had gently massaged over her belly and rib cage, and had then begun to flirt with the edges of her camisole. Now, though, Case was pushing up her tee shirt so that it was bunched around her collarbone. She could almost feel his eyes as they drank in the sight of her slender body complemented by the gauzy chemise. But it was his hand that she felt more intensely than anything, as it finally sought upwards and laid gently on her breast, the butt of his palm warm against her as his fingers then began to move in a massaging motion. At the same time, he bent over her to lick her cheek and then move downwards to nuzzle at her neck, and Riot felt her breath hitch in her throat.

The two of them had had plenty of “make-out sessions" before now, and there had been light touching through their clothes. Then, of course, they’d had their interfemoral experience, soon after followed by the botched interlude at Koani’s manor. Since then, they’d fooled around and flirted many times, and Riot had also “made it up to Cayson" for their dinner party incident with a rather amateur and apologetic hand job once he’d healed. But that was pretty much the sum of their sexual experience. They’d never gotten too hot and heavy – there had always been clothing or other pendragons around to impede them. Now, though, as Case’s hand freely explored Riot’s exposed upper half, she knew there was nothing standing in their way this time, least of all her own hesitations. She was ready for this, even if she was inexperienced and unsure of exactly how to go about things.

Her “readiness" was beginning to show as the arden continued to rub her breast and lick at her neck. Riot felt an undeniable, fiery sensation between her legs, and she made a muffled moaning sound as Case’s fingers manipulated against her sensitive flesh. His path of kisses seemed to be going downwards, and though she was reveling in the present moment, a thrill of excitement rippled down the thill’s spine as she briefly wondered how far down he would go. They had yet to have any oral experiences together, and though Riot by no means wanted such a thing to be the highlight of this encounter – this was all about finally doing it, vaginal penetration, not just teasing and other, lesser forms of sex – she surely would not mind a few waistline kisses as a form of foreplay. After all, she was new to this, as was he, and anything to help get her ready was, of course, quite welcome.

After a few minutesÂ’ worth of savoring, RiotÂ’s hands once more came alive. Only briefly, her right hand left CaseÂ’s belt line and moved up so that both of hers could rub at the ardenÂ’s back in tandem, an action which drew his shirt upwards to expose a good portion of his back, chest, and belly. The thillÂ’s hands then moved to their former stations once more, and her right digits frolicked against CaysonÂ’s crotch again, as if curious, as if feeling if her light touches had gotten him anywhere yet. It didnÂ’t seem so, though; even as she tugged ever so gingerly at the hem of his boxers and then slipped her white fingers inside, she could tell he had not sustained anything of an erection yet. He would soon, though, if she had anything to do with it. All in good time.

“Almost time for me to really get acquainted with El Paso," Riot said, before snorting mischievously. She and Case, being a young, affectionate, and playful couple, had done quite a few “odd" things in their time together. One of them had been to name their respective sexual parts after a rather swaying, earthen tune, and Cayson’s penis had henceforth been dubbed El Paso. “Or, wait, should I say it’s time for Rose’s Cantina to get acquainted with El Paso," she added on after a second, before giggling, her entire frame shaking lightly as her laugh became silent and airy.

After another few seconds, RiotÂ’s laugh trailed away into a demure smile and a purr, and her hand, which had only just breached the interior of CaseÂ’s boxer shorts, began to quest inwards. Although their horizontal positioning made the angle a bit awkward, the femaleÂ’s fingers easily sought out CaysonÂ’s penis, though she did not immediately grab him. Instead, her fingertips brushed delicately along his length, before she took a light hold of him just below the head, which she began to stroke gently with her thumb, manipulating this most sensitive area of flesh with the warmth and delicateness of an uncertain but nevertheless careful lover. Her other four fingers, meanwhile, squeezed gently around him, though her touches were not meant to be truly masturbatory in intention, onlyÂ… helpful. Foreplay, right?

“Ah, El Paso! ‘Mi casa es su casa!’ Did you know that’s roughly Spanish for… ‘dans mon vagin, maintenant’… which is roughly French for… I really want to do you. ‘Cause I really, really love you," Riot said, her voice demure as she bent her head forwards the tiniest bit to lick at the bridge of Case’s lowered muzzle.

 

Riot continued to slowly but intensely rub her digits against CaysonÂ’s penis, the majority of her attention still focused upon the head, where she knew the most nerves to be. As she touched him, she could feel him stiffening beneath her fingertips, and after only a few moments, the arden had a full erection. It was with a smug smile that the thill finally drew her hand away from him and out of his shorts, her mission complete.

With her hand no longer inside his boxers, Cayson was able to momentarily pause their interplay to sit up and tug his shirt up over his head. Once it was gone, he bent over her again, and RiotÂ’s hands instinctively reached up to trace his chest. The orange arden was undeniably attractive with his clothes on, and without them on, he was far sexier. Her white fingers traced over the musculature of his chest before her touch finally trailed away down his navel, and then dropped.

Now the male was pulling her up to remove her own shirt and camisole. Riot cooperated by putting her arms up as he tugged both off, and when they were gone and on a pile on the floor, she laid back down. Once more, Case hovered over her, and she felt that same stirring between her legs as her body prepared her for intercourse. There was something so damned hot about the arden holding himself above her, half naked, the choker necklace around his neck twinkling in the dull light.

“You swim through my veins like a fish in the sea…" the thill murmured, touching the necklace briefly before Cayson drew away, moving down her torso. She felt his warm, wet tongue rove along her sternum, before it flickered delicately along her small, left breast. Riot did not attempt to muffle her moan at all, and her eyes closed halfway as the arden moved further south, his teeth nibbling delicately at her navel and the chain there. It felt so good, and boy, did it tease yet more heat from inside her which ran up and down her spine.

“Ah, keep heading south, boy, the weather’s perfect, warm, and waiting for you," she murmured a bit mischievously and also distractedly, and she spread her legs a bit more as he continued. He’d just need to remove her shorts and hipsters and then Cayson would be able to go down on her with ease, much to her growing delight. “It’s going to get wet soon, though, hope you don’t mind… monsoon season, you know…" she then added on in an almost thoughtful tone. The arden’s tender, passionate, and teasing kisses were causing her to become aroused and she could now feel a warm dampness between her legs even underneath her clothes.

 

“Oh, I will bring it," Riot promised in a bright voice at Cayson’s response, and she returned his wide smile with one of her own. She also gamely lifted a hand and gave him a spunky thumbs-up, accompanied with an impish giggle.

But then CaysonÂ’s face lowered out of view as the arden shimmed himself down along her body and began to tug off her shorts. As with her shirts, the thill shifted cooperatively as his hands removed her garments, and in only a few seconds, Riot found herself fully naked. The cool air of the room greeted her body and she felt the vague stirrings of the overhead fan, but for the most part she still felt hot. Not so much on the outside as on the inside, where the contents of her stomach seemed to have turned into molten lava.

Things only got fierier when Cayson finally removed the last article between them – his shorts. When they were gone, he kneeled between her legs, and Riot glanced down along her torso. She’d seen it and felt it now on a few occasions, but she still felt her breath catch as her mismatched gaze fell upon Case’s erect penis. She’d called it “beautiful" on several occasions, but as she briefly regarded it now, the truth of that statement really hit her. There was nothing more in the world Riot wanted than to feel this blue banded, white tipped part of Case inside her body. And he was so close… just inches from her own intimates.

Yet he was hesitating. As Cayson paused over her, speaking soft, soothing words, Riot tore her eyes from his waistline and rose it to meet his. She felt a flame lick in her belly not because of their nudeness and their proximity, but now because of the ardenÂ’s overwhelming love, affection, and respect for her. Even though they were finally about to do something she knew heÂ’d been yearning to do for ages, he was putting on the brakes to be certain it was what she really wanted. Riot felt an enormous amount of love for him right at that moment.

Acting on her feelings, the female raised an arm and put her fingers around the fish necklace at CaysonÂ’s neck. Tugging gently on the choker, she brought Case closer to her face, and then kissed him. Hers was not a reserved peck, nor was it overtly erotic. It was a sweet exchange, which she finished off by knocking her tongue stud gently against the roof his mouth, before Riot withdrew from it and rubbed her nose against the ardenÂ’s.

“I’m ready, Cayson’ni. I love you, and I’m ready for you. I want your woodle in my voodlestrathen," the thill said softly, her eyes glowing mischievously at the latter part of her words.

She then kissed him soundly on the nose again, before her left arm crooked sharply at the elbow so that she could reach “up" and grasp his right hand. She made sure he could support himself without it before she then clutched it and began to guide it, down between their bodies. There was no tentativeness in her movements as she then gently pressed his fingers against her vulva, which was now unmistakably emanating a wet heat.

“See? Ready," Riot purred, before arching her neck and placing a third kiss on him, this time on the corner of his mouth. She then laid still, waiting to see what he would do next – he could either continue on with their foreplay, perhaps kissing her yet more, down along her belly and then onto her privates, or he could even skip that part and head straight for true penetration. As this point, she truly was ready whenever he was, for whatever he was.

 

When Cayson began to work his fingers against her vulva, Riot gently bit down on her tongue and inhaled sharply through her teeth. She could feel a moan climbing up in her throat, but she held it at bay and remained still and silent as the ardenÂ’s fingers now stroked directly against her clitoris. It could only stay contained for so long, however, for when he gave her a series of kisses on her mouth, followed by a final, intense one, and then began to make his way down her body again, RiotÂ’s jaw worked and she exhaled, emitting a blended, purring moan.

Every nerve in her body jumped and tingled as CaseÂ’s left hand trailed down between her breasts and along her belly, soon after followed by his tongue. She could scarcely breathe because the sensations were so powerful. The result was Riot breathing rather swiftly and raggedly, her heart skipping so that by the time CaysonÂ’s hands and muzzle made their way and met between her legs, she could almost believe it was going to jump right up her throat, or else explode cleanly from within her chest.

As if his rubbing fingers had not been enough, the arden now gave Riot a tentative lick, a brief and delicate but nevertheless intense flickering against her clitoris. The thill made a rather unceremonious squeaking noise at this, and the muscles along her pelvis gave a small, involuntary jerk upwards. Seemingly encouraged by this – or else because he was simply enjoying himself – Cayson nuzzled her and then licked again, this time doing so with much more vigor. Now his tongue and fingers were working together in perfect synchronization, almost as if the arden was an experienced lover and not simply a beginner.

Riot, never having believed herself to be the type to start screaming and begging as if swept up in her own emotions, very nearly cried out at this point. Although the kisses and strokes Cayson was placing between her legs were very tender and sensual, she suddenly needed more. It was finally time to put the “woodle in the voodlestrathen," so to speak, and Riot was very, very ready now. She was being pushed close to the edge through the foreplay alone.

It seemed that Case was on the very same wavelength as her. Just as Riot was about to forcibly tug him up from between her thighs, the male’s hands and tongue stilled, and he once more moved over her so that his face was near to hers. For a moment, they simply stared into each other’s eyes, and the thill could see the love – and the need – she was feeling reflected right back at her. Then the male dove in for another kiss, and Riot’s eyes closed as she tasted her own flavor upon his mouth, a faint and sweet tang.

Just as this passionate kiss broke off, Riot felt Cayson reach between them, and they both turned their eyes down simultaneously. The banded female sucked in a breath as she watched Cayson wrap his hand around his penis, and then guide it towards her vagina. Accommodatingly, Riot spread her legs yet more and arched gently. With this facilitation, the ardenÂ’s penis rather easily slipped into her body, until he was fully enclosed by the warmth of her vaginal musculature.

Despite the easiness with which the penetration had taken place, as Riot finally exhaled her pent-up breath, she felt a momentary prick of pain, and then a mild bit of hot discomfort. Although Cayson was rather average in size, she felt quite stretched at the present moment. However, thanks to her body’s ample lubrication, after a few seconds and a brief bit of wiggling, she suddenly felt much more comfortable – and even good. For the first time, she and Cayson were together in the most intimate of ways, and as his pelvic bones rested against hers and he hesitated before setting up a thrusting rhythm, Riot noted that they seemed to fit together rather perfectly.

“Oh, man…" she found herself saying after Case’s deep moan. Her elbows were rested alongside her, crooked so that she could hold the arden around his upper arms. Once again, she wriggled the slightest bit, obviously enjoying the feel of his penis inside her body despite the initial discomfort. “This is awesome," she added on in a playful voice, and Riot’s mismatched eyes stared straight into Cayson’s own as a contented smile flickered over her banded muzzle. “Love you, too, Case’sla. It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Everything’s perfect. Now ride like the wind, bulls eye!"

And with that, she momentarily loosed her right hand from around his striped bicep, and reached down to slap teasingly at his outer thigh, right where he bore his sonic wave tattoo. This accomplished, she then retained her solid grip upon him with both hands, and nudged her hips upwards and against his. Now that theyÂ’d finally reached the coital stage, it was time to begin the true act of intercourseÂ… and Riot was definitely all too eager.