The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
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A few hours had passed since Iadrik had called Leander over and introduced him to one of the new arrivals from Nevermere. With her long dark hair and sleek curves, Private Zarha Sliva would have caught his attention regardless, but always the opportunist, he had opted to take advantage of their earlier encounter to make a good impression. And if the promise she had offered when they’d parted ways was any indication, he had made a very good impression indeed. While she finished maintenance on the swords, Leander went about his business throughout the rest of Gilead, hoping that she, too, was distracted by the anticipation that lingered in the corner of the mind.
If she went searching, Zarha would easily find him not far from where they’d met earlier that day. As the day grew long, Leander had made his way back toward where he knew she worked, listening for the sound of her sharpening blades or repairing any grips, and when it became evident that her task was nearing completion, he would make his way toward a nearby barn. Of Coheed construction, the building was old enough to have been replaced by those of newer, Nevermerean construction, but the structure remained mostly abandoned and standing nonetheless. In the colder months, it housed firewood that would keep the warriors warm, but now that the days had begun to lengthen, much of its stock had been depleted.
With his enhanced hearing, Leander, of course, would be able to recognize the sound of her approach, but he wouldn’t turn to face her until she drew closer and addressed him.
Following Leander's departure, the woman found it challenging to maintain her concentration on the task at hand. Nonetheless, she eventually found a way to calm her mind and focus on her work. Despite her best efforts, her thoughts would frequently drift towards Leander, imagining his physique pressed against hers and the sensation of his touch just below her navel. Such thoughts brought a smile to her lips, and she felt an insatiable desire to complete her work with haste. However, she was aware of the importance of not rushing and thus, remained steadfast in her efforts.
When she was done with the task at hand she made her way looking for Leander, she didn't know where he would be, however she was looking forward to seeing him. Hearing his voice. After a bit she found the old barn near where they mat and walking around it she would find a figure of Leander. She stopped for a moment to admire the man from afar. Her heart is racing and she is slightly worried that he could hear the beating of hers. However, after soaking it up she walked up to him, "it a beautiful building Leander." There was a soft smile of Zarha's face but her eyes even though she mentioned building was looking towards him.
When he heard the sound of footsteps, Leander didn’t even have to look up to check who they belonged to. He knew. No one else would have approached with a racing pulse and stuttering breaths, and once the sound of her voice confirmed her identity, he turned toward her with a somewhat mischievous half-smile, half-smirk that promised justification her eagerness.
“You found me, Zarha” He greeted her, eyes lazily tracing her curves and reigniting the heat simmering in his core before returning to her face. With a bold confidence to which he had only hinted earlier that day, Leander stepped forward and wrapped one hand around hers. “You begged so prettily for somewhere private,” He told her, thumb stroking the smooth skin on the back of her hand. “How could I not oblige a beautiful lady?” A pause. “I can’t stop thinking of you.” The words were whispered in her ear as he leaned close, teasing at the feel of his body that he had granted her before. “Would you like to go inside?”
If she agreed, he would back up a few steps and, still facing her and joined by their hands, push open the door and gently pull her through.
A soft laugh escapped her lips with a soft smile. Feeling his hand intertwine round hers."I did promise to look for you when I am done." When his thumb stroked the back of her hand she felt relax, calm. When he mentioned somewhere private she blushed. "Well what can I say, I know what I like." She had a hint of teased in her voice.
When he mentioned he couldn't stop thinking about her, feeling the heat from him, she closed her eyes for a moment taking it all in."You've been in my thoughts too." She can't say that she didn't want them in her head, she did enjoy having him cloud her head. When he asked her if she wanted to go inside, she nodded. Letting him lead her inside, her eyes never leaving his. Her soft brown eyes gazing upon his.
Eyebrows raised, he smiled at her in warm surprise. “Is that so?” He asked as he guided her through the door. “Here I thought you were untouched, but an experienced woman who knows what she likes…” His sentence ended in a wink. Stepping around the door, Leander closed it behind him with his foot and shoulder and pulled the witch toward him with their linked fingers. “Then it seems I have some learning to do.”
Both hands fell to her waist and slid around to the curve of her ass. After a moment of appreciation, he used the leverage to drag her hips to his, where Zarha would be able to feel his rising excitement. “You could tell me.” Maintaining the contact, he spun them both to press her back against the door. He leaned over her, right forearm resting on the wood beside her head while his left remained where it was. Lowering his head close to hers, Leander met her eyes and whispered, “But I rather think I’d like to find out for myself, don’t you?” His gaze dropped to her lips, then dropped further still. “Hands-on experience makes everything more… memorable.”
Zarha was a commoner, she was also a soldier. So there was something she has picked up from listening to people talking. Like she has heard the other females talk in their bunkers. Some of the noblewomen find a bit strange but other commoners find it completely normal to talk about such activities. Plus her one encounter now she knows how it feels to be pleased. "Oh I am sure there still plenty for me to learn." She place a hand on his chest with a smirk on her face.
Feeling his hand press against her bum, enjoying his firm hand pressed against them then she felt his joy which made her ready, aching to please him. "Yeah where the fun in telling." as her back was against the door she adjusted her legs so she could feel him more she moved her free hand and trace his lips. "I don't think i will forget this anytime soon."
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Last Edit: Jul 9, 2023 9:08:11 GMT -5 by Zarha Sliva
Even through his shirt, her hand was warm on his chest, and he let out a quiet sound at the thought of other places her slender fingers could rest. For one so young and possibly inexperienced, her eagerness stoked the heat in Leander’s core in just the right way. He found it intoxicating, and when she shifted against the door, he did not hesitate to slide into place. Pressing more firmly against her in a silent promise if what was to come, he murmured, “If you forget this, then I’ll have done something wrong.”
Sliding upward, the hand on her back slipped under her shirt, and as her fingers reached up to trace his lips, his own trailed along the small of her back. With a smile, Leander leaned in closer, mouth lingering close to hers in a silent invitation. “If you know what you like,” He breathed softly, “why don’t you show me, Zarha.” And with that, he would let her close the distance between them.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Jul 9, 2023 17:57:49 GMT -5
As Leander pressed more firmly into her she let out an agreeable noise. "I doubt that would happen." Feeling his hand running tracing her back his warm hand against her back wanting to know how it feel all over. When he gave her permission to show him what she want she placed her hand at the back of his neck and kissed him. Enjoying the taste of his lips against hers.
Her other hand she slowly moved it down his body feeling all of it as she undid her pants just enough so if he wants to go exploring before she started working on his pants. Clearly wanting to get to know him in so many ways.
Leander felt her hand wrap around the back of his neck, and a moment later, their lips met. Fingers flexed against the door as he made the conscious decision to let her lead the kiss, which he returned with equal passion. His hand abandoned the wooden surface in favor of cupping the back of her head where her head and neck met, while its partner still stroked the soft skin of her back. When he felt the hand she had rested on his chest begin to drift south, he pulled slightly away, breathing heavily and offered her a smile that included everything he couldn’t - wouldn’t - put into words.
The flames in his belly only grew as he realized just what her nimble fingers were up to. Letting his hand slip from the small of her back to her hip, he dove back in for another kiss and shifted backward to give her just enough space to work. When she had finished loosening both their pants, he closed the space between them once more. With one hand tangled in her hair and the other beginning to explore the newly revealed territory, he broke off the kiss once more. Though quiet, his voice held a certain toughness to it as he asked, “Do you want me to keep going?”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Jul 10, 2023 5:37:07 GMT -5
Feeling his lips returning the kiss, the taste of the experience he clearly holds. Her hand moved so her fingers run through his hair. The feeling she has never truly experienced before. When his lips parted Zarha looked up to his eyes. There was more then just hunger in her eyes for this man in front of her, it was a look to say 'I am listening.'
When Leander started to exploring, finding that she was excited at the moment they are sharing. Zarha deepened the kiss, however, small pleasurable noise escaped softly as she did some exploring of her own. Feeling his excitement only brought more heat to her body. When he asked if he should keep going, a smirk on her lips. "Did I tell you to stop? I want you to make me say your name." There was a mischievous sparkle in Zarha's eyes.
When her questing fingers showed interest in familiarizing herself what he had to offer, Leander shifted slightly to allow her better access. After all, a woman’s task in these situations was to please the man, and the feel of her fumbling explorations did just that. To encourage her, he made a quiet noise of approval and swooped in to capture her lips once more.
They broke apart, but he stayed close when she answered his question with mischief. “Only say?” Leander asked, a teasing note to his voice. He smiled as his hand slipped fully beneath her pants, palm resting on the soft skin beneath her belly button while his fingers teased at lower depths. “Zarha, I want you to scream my name.” She felt so warm, so tempting. He might have thrown a Coheedswoman to the floor by now, but she was a Nevermerean soldier. They required different treatment. “But maybe not too loud.” Dark eyes glittered. “We wouldn’t want to be interrupted, now would we?”
Post by Zarha Sliva on Jul 10, 2023 6:35:17 GMT -5
"say... scream... It'll be yours." In between each part, she kissed his skin. Taking him in. getting intoxicated by his presence, like she was getting drunk by being so close to him and she enjoy the feeling of being drunk if this was what it feels like. When he started to explore her eyes focus on his dark eyes. feeling her excitement grow, her breathing grow as her excitement grew so did the speed of her exploration took. sounds of pleasure grew trying not to be too loud. "Leander!" Shaking with joy.
Once down she looked towards Leander as she removed her hand from his neck and she quickly removed her pants. Keeping her eyes on his, intrigued. "I want you to show me what you Coheedmen can do!"
Despite what her words and coyness had suggested, she was young, and he could tell from the way she responded to his touch that all of this was new to her. But Leander could hardly complain. What she lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm - and the thought of claiming for himself that which she could never give any other man only enticed him further.
Throughout it all, he watched her eyes, and as her excitement grew, he could feel his own resolve weakening until finally she shucked her pants and gave him the permission he had been waiting for. Lifting her up, he would give her a moment to wrap her now-naked legs around him lest she fall before carrying her to a corner of the shed. Carefully, he would lay her down on a humble bed of blankets and furs spread across the wooden floorboards, an attempt to protect himself from injury that doubled as something of a token effort toward softening the surface for her comfort. It probably worked. Or, at least, no one had offered up any complaints to him.
With one hand running over her thigh, he would kneel above her and lower his own pants. His fingers trailed up the sensitive skin before he silently urged her to let him move between her legs once more, which he would do with the assurance of a man taking what belonged to him. The anticipation in his belly grew as he leaned over her. “I want to hear you say it,” He breathed, eyes on hers, fingers clenched with the effort of restraining himself just long enough to cover his bases as thoroughly as he was about to cover her. “Do you want me, Zarha?”
If she answered how he expected her to, he would close the distance between them and, with a whispered, “Tell me when you’re close,” settle into place.
Post by Zarha Sliva on Jul 10, 2023 8:45:31 GMT -5
Wrapping her legs around him, pressing her body against his as he carried her to the bed that was made. A soft moan leave her lips as she felt his hand running up her thigh. Try so hard not to rush it but to enjoy this moment. The way his fingers was moving her her skin send thrill up her body making her arch her back slightly as she moved her legs enough for him to come closer to her. Seeing a better view of him, enjoying it when he asked if she wants him. "I want you, Leander." the confirmation was clear, heated.
When he told her to tell him when he is close one of her hands wrap around his hip as her hand trace up and down. Well her other hand find his excitement and her own started to grow. A soft moan escaped as she kissed his neck feeling him work his skills on her. She know that she won't be able to share this moment with no other man, but in a way she didn't want it to be any other man. When she was close she whispered in his ear with a hunger in her voice. "I am close, leander."
Zarha asked for him, and he obliged. He felt her hand curving around his hip and lips on his neck, but much of his awareness had shifted further south. Though he knew that mutual enjoyment would ease the way of future endeavors, Leander was a man of Coheed. Like many of his peers, he had his priorities, and caught up in her own throes of passion and blinded by her inexperience, his partner would likely not notice how they differed from before. Now that he could finally chase his own, her pleasure no longer took precedence. With his focus narrowing to steady movement of their bodies, the attention that he lavished on her became more of an afterthought. Until—
Her whisper in his ear had him grasping onto every bit of restraint he had, and before she could finish, he slowed to a halt, holding himself carefully still inside her. Breathing heavily from the effort, he leaned down over her, and with his lips barely a hairsbreadth away from her ear, he told her: “Beg.”