[R]---{Ronja} No strings attatched...

[DARIUS BYRON GOODLIFFE]

Ronja's moans filled Darius' ears. That was all he could, she was all he could see. He noticed her glamour fade, but he didn't pay much attention to the scars. They didn't matter, he didn't care. Darius was now letting out his own moans and groans. She moved a little, too, and the feeling of her covering him made him let out another groan. She touched her breats and he wanted to touch them, too. She was helping to hold herself against the wall, but Darius pushed her further. He leaned in and closed his lips around one of her nipples, his tongue lightly playing with it.

Her order only made him want her more. He started thrusting faster, the wall making it possible to go pretty fast. With every thrust, his lips, still locked on her nipple, moved backward and forward, causing a slight tug on her breast. His tongue was moving over it and Darius could have sworn that it tasted sweet. Her other breast was moving freely and he dearly wanted to feel it, but he was scared that he might drop her, preoccupied as he was. He was going as fast as he could, without worrying about hurting her. Darius knew she was fragile, even if she acted like she wasn't.

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[RONJA IRIS AMALIA]

As much as she liked him working at her chest, she pulled his head back with her hands and pressed her lips hungrily to his. Something about kissing while in the act made it mean more. Ronja nibbled on his lip and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She used her arms to pull his body closer to hers so there was no room between her body and the wall, no room between her body and his. Their nipples rubbed together as she kissed him roughly, feeling his speed up inside her.

Her lips fell from his moaning and she moved to kiss along with neck, biting every so often. He'd have a mark left on him before they were done. She clung to him feeling him go faster and faster. Darius sure had some power behind him. Ronja pushed her hips down to meet him, trying to get him in as deeply as possible.

There was something very raw and real and emotional about this. Maybe because they had been together before, or maybe there was just more chance for more to come of this. Whichever, she wasn't sure she'd felt this before, and she just hoped he didn't high tail it right away.

[DARIUS BYRON GOODLIFFE]

She was kissing him roughly and he had no choice but to return the kiss. Not that he didn't want to. They were so close that now Darius could feel her breasts bumping against his chest. It sent a chill up his spine. He pushed harder and faster, wanting this to never end. They must be getting close to the climax, he was at least. He had never made love as wonderful as this before. His groans were getting louder and he couldn't stop them, but who cared? Ronja was kissing and biting his neck and it felt so good.

As Ronja started pushing, too, Darius grew faster, if that was even possible. He wanted so bad to be as far into her as he could get. Slowing just a little, he pulled her back from the wall and lowered both of their bodies to the floor. He quickened the pace and now, with his hands free, he spread her legs farther, trying to get deeper.

He had never wanted something as bad as he wanted to be completely inside Ronja. Keeping his torso a bit above hers, he leaned his head down and kissed her roughly, putting his tongue in her mouth. He took one hand off her legs and squeezed her breast, maybe a little hard, but it gave him an extra push. He wasn't getting at all tired and he hoped he never would. He wasn't going to leave this behind again, at least not for a while. It was too good. Darius felt very strongly for Ronja, maybe even love, maybe just lust. The difference was not clear now, and he wanted to stop thinking. Live the moment. By now, their moans may have reached the ball, but he didn't care. Giving Ronja's breast another hard squeeze, Darius pushed as hard as he could to deepen himself in Ronja's body.

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[RONJA IRIS AMALIA]

Ronja let out a shriek of pleasure as he lowered her to the floor, grabbed at her chest, kissed her deeply and drove into her. Her body couldn't take it anymore and she felt a tightness in her womb. A climax was coming. Would he last longer than her? she'd keep going as long as he wanted really, it didn't matter to her how many times she orgasmed, the more times the better. She just didn't have enough strength for that many multiple rounds. She felt sweat making a thin sheen on her body and her hair falling slightly out of place. Ah well.

Ronja tilted her body slightly as he drilled into her, sending him right to her most sensitive part, fingers wound up in his hair as he went, little moans and gasps leaving her throat. "Just like that, like that, don't stop." She panted.

Ronja held on as long as she could, but she nearly screamed as she came to her climax, nails dragging down his back, her mouth kissing his neck after the fact. She was spent and tired, but she planned to keep letting him go until he reached his own end.

[DARIUS BYRON GOODLIFFE]

When Ronja slightly shifted herself, Darius could feel more than he had. He knew he was in quite deep and he knew it pleasured both of them. He couldn't stop the loud noises coming from his mouth now and he cared even less the louder they got. Who cared if other people knew? He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out from his own climax. He knew that there was sweat gathering all over him, but that wasn't going to stop him. She was telling him not to stop, but he knew he wouldn't be able to even if he tried. It felt too good. He suddenly wondered if it had used to be like this with Ronja. He couldn't remember ever feeling this, but it had been a while.

When Ronja climaxed, Darius felt it. He was happy that he had pleased her that much. He knew she was still fragile and probably couldn't stand multiple rounds of orgasm. And, he knew he wouldn't last much longer, either. He couldn't. Almost as soon as this thought entered his head, he orgasmed. The feeling was enough to stop the love for. A groan louder than any of the others escaped his mouth before he could stop it. He looked at Ronja. She was covered in sweat as well. This was probably enough for both of them for one night.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to pull out. Panting, Darius smiled. He leaned his head down and kissed her. It wasn't as rough as the earlier ones, but it wasn't exactly a soft peck, either. His tongue feeling around her mouth, he gave her breast another squeeze, though more gentle. He hoped he really had pleased her. Now, he knew and remembered Ronja. Darius hoped that this would last, at least for a little while, because this was some of the best sex he had had in a long time. Sure, he definitely felt something for Ronja, but right now his own pleasure overpowered those feelings.

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[RONJA IRIS AMALIA]

Ronja felt him explode inside her and she moaned lightly. her body had never been so tired, but she felt good. There was a little smile on her lips that she couldn't wipe away. When he leaned down to kiss her, she kissed him back tenderly, her tongue gently flicking against his. He was a good man, Darius was, and maybe this would be more than just another stupid one night thing. That's all she'd ben getting recently. And felt different, this felt like caring. Maybe what they had once never really left. They were just older now.

Ronja kissed his lips and softly down his neck, her hands rubbing gently over his torso. People were going to start to come over, now that the sounds had stopped, at least, it seemed likely. But she wasn't up to her normal strength, she wasn't sure that she could just bounce back, wash off her face,s lid on her dress, glamour her skin and go in like nothing had happened. She really wasn't sure if she could do it.

But she'd been here for hours, maybe she could go home, she wasn't sure she wanted to be there at midnight. Her deep brown eyes looked up and him and put a soft hand to his face. She was looking for words, but she wasn't sure where to start. It was obvious that she enjoyed it, and 'now what' seemed wrong, so she would wait for him to say something.

[DARIUS BYRON GOODLIFFE]

He wondered what to say, now that there was time. He was sure that this had put a physical strain on Ronja's body. It would probably be hard for Ronja to glamour herself again, but would she want to leave the party? Darius stood up, pulling her up with him. He looked at her. He really did care about her, their old flame had not disappeared. All he wanted was to feel her again, to caress her, to hold her. But, in their present state, with both probably exausted, that was not a good idea.

Darius picked up her dress and held it up to her, looking to see how many scars could be seen and how much they would show. Quite a few were visible and when the dress was put on, more would be seen. "Well, obviously this isn't going to work, but I doubt you have enough energy to glamour yourself again." Darius sighed. There probably wasn't a change of clothes around unless they stole some Atra Fae's."I'd give you my costume, but I don't think you'd want to go with your chest showing, either. We could go back to our Court, but that is a walk and cold." He smiled feebly at her. "I wish I could give you some of my energy."

While he waited for Ronja to answer, Darius picked up his clothes and quickly put them on. Then, he picked up her panties and gently put those on her, trying not to hurt her. He examined her scars while pulling up her underwear. They were healing. A thought occurred to him that almost made Darius laugh. "That was so unlike me, hogging the control. Next time, you're in control, Ronja."

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[RONJA IRIS AMALIA]

She laughed and slipped on her dress, he followed with her panties and she had to crack a grin. "I didn't walk here, there's a carriage parked and waiting for me whenever I choose to leave. The doctors didn't even want me to come, but I was losing my mind." She looked down the hall, back where the party must have been happening. She really didn't want to be here and midnight, she'd had enough of Atra tricks. "What time is it? I want to be gone before the big event." She said, not letting fear creep into her voice, she was too proud for that.

And she laughed again, "Ha! No, you have control as often as you want, and you can take more charge than that. I don't mind it rough... well, right now my body isn't up for what it used to be, but, eventually, I'll be good as new." She threw him a little sultry smile and adjusted her hair. Then she closed her eyes, her smooth brow puckering as she knit her eyebrows together, concentrating. And the glamour took hold, weakly though, the scars were just very faint, not hidden.

She would probably go back to the castle.

"I've already been here a while... I think I may go." She told him, but he was welcome to do as he pleased.

[DARIUS BYRON GOODLIFFE]

She was wearing clothes again and Darius couldn't help but be disappointed, though he hoped it didn't show on his face. Of course, he was being unnaturally dense. He doctors had been keeping her in her room. He should have realized that she couldn't walk, or enjoy the night air. "I'm not sure what time it is, but it must be getting close to midnight by now."

Darius smiled at the sound of her laugh. Ronja's glamour was barely holding and he could still see the scars covering her body. He knew that wouldn't last long. She should get home. She was probably having the same thoughts. From what Darius remembered, Ronja was a proud creature. She wouldn't want anyone to see her scars, even as light as they were now. "Let me walk you to your carriage, Ronja." His voice implied that no matter what her answer was, he was going to take her to her carriage.

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ooc-Sorry, its short. I'm kinda tired and now I have writers block...

[RONJA IRIS AMALIA]

Ronja smiled lightly and took his hand. "Thanks, sorry I'm not up for staying." That took a lot for her to say, she didn't like admitting it. "Normally I would have, so next time, yes?" Ronja asked. there would be a next time if she had something to say about it. But she didn't need him to cut out now, he could stay at the party if he wanted to, she wouldn't stop him. He was his own being after all.

They both walked out the doors and into the chilly night air, she scooted closer to him as they walked. Oh, how natural this felt, their history aside. It just felt right, and if it wasn't right, at least it felt good. His hands were strong and warm, his was a gentle sort of power, and while she (when back to normal) might be too strong for him, or at least, more firey, she figured he could take it.

They came up to her carriage much too soon and she paused, turning to kiss him sweetly on his lips. "Come find me, we're not letting another hundred years pass. Deal?" She flashed him a smile.

ooc- same, i'm losing muse for this thread.