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[Aeolynn]

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Jeska
Warden







Her camel had died, stupid beast. It had left her without a way of travel except walking, and now she had to carry her pack as well. The woman hefted it over her shoulder for the second time in the last minute, the weight causing her to take deep breaths of the stifling hot air of the world. Sweat slid down her temples, being forced to slip around the padded edges of her dark goggles. Wincing, she looked upwards at the sun. No where being close to setting. Through the fabric of her clothing she stubbornly kept herself moving, not one to let herself fail, the Lunar pushed herself further. Amid the endless dunes there had to be some rocky crags somewhere... or so she hoped. Her vision had already gone hazed, and every once in a while she would swear that she saw another person on the horizon. Educated enough to know it was a simple hallucination, Jeska moaned quietly to herself in despair as she knew that if she did not find shelter, or water for that matter soon, that she would die.

Death... She murmured to herself in her thoughts, might just be where she was headed. Those were her last thoughts, as her body gave out, the leg springs letting her collapse into the burning sand without mercy.

On top of a dune not far from there, the long muzzle of a sniper rifle seemingly emerged from the sand. Underneath a heavy mat, shielded from the hot sand in the comfortable cool of a makeshift foxhole, Warden observed the stumbling figure through the sand, walking away from a dead camel. He followed her through the scope of the rifle, his finger steady on the trigger, ready to fire at the first show of aggression. When she collapsed, however, he lifted the rifle and got out from under the sand. Normally, he would've waited for the stranger to die and then taken her possessions, but some strange mercy or serendipitous force led him forward, taking confident strides down the dunes to her location. He only realized she was a woman after he stood a few feet away. He approached, still rather unsure, like a wolf inspecting something new, baring his teeth. His rifle at the ready, he simply poked her with the front blade on the back, to check if she was alive.

He received no reaction. The clothe around her face obscured any features, as well as the goggles that hid her eyes. With the amount of clothing that covered her, the only way you could tell she was in fact a woman was where the fabric was tighter around her chest, angled around prominent breasts. Further beyond there was an odd jutting out of something around her calves, the glint of metal just making it out from beyond the trails of her skirt.

Warden slung the rifle over his shoulder, considering the situation for a second, he stood there looking around for hints of a trap. Getting the rifle in firing position once more, he peered through the scope and scouted a full 360 degrees around them. "Wasteful..." he mumbled, more to himself than anything else, there was perfectly good scavenging material right at his feet, instead he leaned down on one knee and very lightly placed one hand on her back, confirming she was still breathing. Without another word, he turned her over, looking out for the recoil compensators attached to her legs. As if a force other than his common sense was guiding him, he attempted to pick the woman up. 

They whirled for a moment before going quiet, and shutting down. A soft sound escaped her throat as she was lifted into the air, some of her cinnamon colored hair slipped from the fabric around her face. Most people kept their hair short, so that it was more comfortable in the heat. It was obvious that she was not used to being out here, being that the skin that was visible, even flushed was still very pale. The pack that was on her shoulder wasn't very heavy, and her shotgun hung from a throng on the pack. She was no normal traveler, that much was obvious.

The first thing Warden needed to do, he figured, was get the woman out of the sun, putting one hand under her knees and the other around her shoulders, he lifted her up, backpack and all, and began to walk back to his observation spot. He had chosen that dune because underneath it lay hidden an ancient concrete house, which he used as a makeshift cave to rest in between hunts and looking for waters. The man walked around the Dune towards the house and, after kicking away some sand, he found an ancient, heavily rusted metal door. Pushing it in with his shoulder, he entered. The house itself was mostly bare, consisting of a single concrete room which supported the dune above it. In ancient times it might have been a bomb shelter or something of the sort. The inside was actually quite cool, for the sand above it absorbed and dissipated most of the heat from the sun. Laying the woman down on a cot, he went to a pile of stuff in a corner to get some water.

Breathing more calmly now, the woman stirred slowly, confused and disorientated. Her voice was hoarse, and much weaker then she wanted, but reluctantly, she called out. "Hello...?" Jeska took in another breath, and sat up with a painful grunt. The Lunar looked around, the goggles making her vision darker then she was used to, and ever so carefully, she removed them from underneath her headpiece, then removed the sandy thing as well to release more of her heat. Long brown locks of wavy hair fell around her shoulders at that motion. Spotting the one that had saved her, Jeska stiffened in alarm.

Warden tensed up when he heard the woman speak, he did not like having his back to anyone, let alone someone he did not know. "You were passed out in the desert." he replied without turning to her, one of his hands still rummaged the stuff looking for an old canteen with a few drips of water. His other hand, however, was firmly planted on one of his guns, hidden under his cloak. Standing up, he slowly walked towards her, there was a hint of a steely determination in his stride alone, however, and extreme wariness. "Here, drink this." he said kneeling next to the woman and offering her the canteen, one of his hands still gripping his gun.

She took it from him gratefully, her dark blue eyes taking him in with suspicion lurking behind the innocent face that she portrayed. He wasn't going to hurt her, this she sensed, but if he tried to steal from her... well that was another story. "Thank you..." Jeska murmured, sincere, for even just a few sips of water. It was a little dusty, but she forced it down anyway. His face was level with hers, and by his expression, he was just as suspicious of her as she was of him. Perhaps he could help her, if she managed to gain some of his trust. "I... I thought I was going to be alright.... then my camel died." She shook her head, causing her long hair to shiver with the motion. "I'm surprised you found me." Jeska admitted, a little emotion managing to present itself in the tone of her voice.

The young man was a bit surprised to see such a fragile looking woman under the head wrappings and goggles, he would not have expected her to come as far from town as she did. As she drank, he took a few steps from her and sit on another cot, on the opposite side of the room. "Where?" he asked simply, referring to the camel, then he clarified. "Where did your camel die? any landmarks?", camels had useful fat in their humps which was very nutritious and had a high content of water, if the Camel was not too far, he'd go retrieve the fat. So far the woman had not given him a reason to be aggressive, but it was still very strange, her skin was pale, unblemished and her hair lighter and longer than that of Duners or city folk. One might have thought he would have been wary of leaving her with his stuff to go look for the dead animal, but if she went out, without a pack animal or knowing how far she was from where she had fallen, it would be a futile escape.

Jeska half shrugged while shaking her head. She had had no sense of time, nor distance while she had staggered onward while dehydration took its toll. "Do you have any more water?" She leaned backwards against the wall, as she had begun to be dizzy again, although the cooler temperature inside was greatly helping. "I might have some tech you would be willing to trade for it." He was a Duner, as her suspicions were confirmed by the pile of gadgets off to the side.

Warden looked at the woman with a puzzled expression, she had just drank enough water for a whole day, by Duner standards at least. Still, he decided to indulge her, had he let the desert take her life, he would be exempt of all responsibility. However, he had taken her from the desert, claimed her from the sand, you could not take away from the desert and then discard what you had taken, it was disrespectful for his kind. He sighed and retrieved some more water, refiling about half of the canteen, it was the provision of two days or so... but since he had saved her, he had to look after her until he had delivered the woman to safety. "I have plenty of Tech, I trade it for water... I've no reason to trade water from tech." he said pointing at the pile of gadgetry behind him, Jeska could have easily seen some valuable pieces there, of course, none of them were functional or even turned on.

Her eyes darted to where he pointed, and they brightened when she spotted something, "Maybe I see some of it? That slim one, the black and silver with a gray screen?" Jeska pulled out something akin to ear muffs, although inside the padding was a grate full of small holes. A cord ran from both ends, and she held out the silver tipped end expectantly.

The Duner turned to the pile and then the girl, he was sure nothing there could be used as a weapon, and he had safely placed her back pack on the opposite corner of the room, making sure her shotgun was out of range. Standing up and getting out from between the girl and the pile of gadgets, he motioned her with his hands. "Knock yourself out." he said.

The woman actually smiled, then blushed a little in excitement. She had only seen one other of this particular device, and she had cherished it till it had broken beyond repair. Jeska slipped out of her coverings so fast, it was a surprise she had been wearing them in the first place. Underneath she wore slimming tan hide pants, a loose white shirt that showed plenty of her cleavage, and a thick utility belt. On this strip of leather were an assortment of things, small packs, and a thick and heavy looking wrench. She however opened a small compartment with some tools, and delicately lifted out the device of her choosing. "Do you know how to turn this on?" She asked him, the smile still lighting up her face in the dark gloom. Jeska didn't wait for an answer. She inspected it, happy the screen was still in place, and took out some cords and a cube of some type of metal with a black covering. Splitting it down the case, the woman tinkered away happily, removing dust, recharging the battery, and replacing some wires. In just a few minutes she slipped the case back together and laughed.

Pressing the bottom button on the circle, the screen lit up in white.

Warden was less surprised than Solars or City folk would have been by the girl's attire, after all, Duners had no real code of conduct, ethics, or gender role other than strict survival and the laws of the desert, under his heavy desert grab he himself was not particularly well dressed. He was much more impressed however, by her skill with technology. The young man simply sat in a corner and sullenly watched as the girl moved over to his scavenged tech and began fiddling with stuff there, he had never considered the technology there important for anything other than trading in for water with Corporation patsies or city folk. He quickly began to pace around the room, a bit like a wild animal trying to hide its interest. "Didn't know it could do that," he was forced to admit as the machine sprang back to life. The girl's skills seemed like they could come in handy for many people, but not out here, he still couldn't discern the reason why she would be so far from the city. "Who are you anyways?"

"My name?" She looked up at him sharply, her eyes wide before she answered, "Jeska, Jeska Morietta. Ah... here, listen to this." The woman plugged in the head phones and turned up the volume. Some music filtered through, playing what sounded like a very slow melody. "Music." Jeska murmured, smiling down at the machine. "Who are you?" She returned the question, those eyes now staring at him with a hint of curiosity in their depths.

"Jeska Morietta. I am a Duner." he replied simply as he sat on the ground and crossed his arms, his face was still hidden by his garb, leaving only his eagle like eyes visible. "They call me the Warden." he added as he pulled down his mask, the girl had shown him her face, so he was expected to do the same, however, he would not give her his true name that easily. Duners believed all life came from the sands and would return from the sands, a person's name is what separated them from the desert, without one, the desert could reclaim you. When you died you lost your name and yourself, bodies were scavenged by Duners the same as anything else, even if they had been friends, after all, their names and essences had returned to the desert, the flesh left behind was no different than that of a camel or a horse. "Jeska Morietta, what were you doing out in the desert without a guide or a caravan?" he asked again.

She cocked her head at that, seeing his face now, making an internal note. "I am... searching for something, against my father's wishes." Jeska told him, "I thought I could do it alone, but... I couldn't." It wasn't hard to tell she was angry at herself, and even the music couldn't soothe her. She put it away sadly, lost in her own thoughts.

"Most underestimate the sands." replied simply the Duner as he stood up and opened the door to the small refuge, a blast of heat and small strings of sand came in, carried by the wind. "I kept you alive so I must take responsibility." sighed Warden as he surveyed the surroundings of the sand dune, peeking out the door. "As soon as you feel recovered, I'll take you back home and we'll part ways." he grunted. "You can keep that." he said pointing at the device in her hand, those were worth only a few ounces of water, specially since no one seemed to be able to make them work... except this girl, obviously.

"Maybe you could help me! I'm looking for something, a place that no one has found but its always whispered about..." She closed her eyes, imagining the place clearly in her mind as if it called to her, "The legendary water purifier." Standing from the cot, the Lunar removed her leg springs with practiced ease.

"I could... well, is there any way I could repay you? For your help, and continued presence and guidance..." Jeska asked after a moment, a tone underlying the offer. She wore a smirk, with her hips to one side and one slender hand lightly placed on it. She wondered if he would know of what it was she was offering, or even if he had ever been with a woman before. Who knows with Duners. Jeska flipped back some of her hair, another feature that most men did not have the luxury to enjoy. The 'Warden' as he called himself was not unattractive to her, and Jeska moistened her lips.

Warden looked back at her and considered his options for a bit, the girl was surely attractive and the companionship of a woman was well appreciated in the cold desert night, but he also knew about the purifier. Duners considered it to be nothing but a fairy tale made up by city folk or the Solars, as they did not think something could exist in the desert without them knowing. Many lives had been lost looking for the purifier and the warmth of a woman was not worth his life. After a few seconds, he looked up to her once more, on the surface he was unmoved by Jeska's displace, but her offer had indeed made a small crack in his determination. "Do you have any leads as to its location?" he asked with his usual lack of finesse, still being cautious. Though the purifier was considered a myth, this woman seemed to know things others did not.

She cleared her throat, then, "This might sound crazy to you, because I am a Lun- Solar, but I've always had dreams about technology, and how everything internally works." Jeska sat back down on the cot, her eyes blank as she retold what everyone told her was nonsense. "I started to fix things while not knowing anything about it, and I couldn't explain it to anyone. I've felt this pull in my mind for me to go East. I... its hard to interpret. My father has never believed that anything would come of it, and it wasn't until he saw my ability with tech, once I began to actually learn how to fix things rather then just make them work again that he began to doubt what he had been telling me my whole life, that I should just stick to the ways of his trade. I told him about this pull, that I thought it meant something pertaining to the purifier. But... He wouldn't let me go." She shrugged, looking at her chest while she picked at some grains of sand trapped along her collar bone. "That is what led me to head out on my own, and I didn't want to hire anyone thinking that they could be an ally of my father's." Taking a sip of water, she continued, "I would have never have thought to ask a Duner though, and if anyone can help me, it is you." Jeska looked at him straight in the eye, "That calling, it has been clarified the more I tinker with tech, the more I am around machines or study them. Odd, for a Solar, don't you think?"

The girl was strange, she claimed to be part of the cult of the sun, but her pale skin and her eyes betrayed a different heritage, still, Warden could not place it. Nevertheless, he didn't think she was lying for the most of it, he had, after all, found her traveling east ward and he doubted anyone would risk their life to pull off a con. "So you're offering me a job... right? to get you to the purifier in exchange for... payment." smirked Warden, the first time his expression change from stone face wariness. "East is not an appropriate direction though.... you say you're good with tech, there is a facility... northeast of here." he added. "No one can figure out a way to get in... there's probably amazing things inside, if you can get us in, I'll lead you to the purifier, if it costs me my life." proposed the young man. "Is that satisfactory?" he asked sternly.

Jeska's face mirrored his, just slightly more lustful then his had been. Although Warden - Nor her father for that matter knew that she had taken up courtesan training a few years ago, it had been a while since she had had practice. Having a good looking Duner in front of her caused her legs to shiver briefly at the prospect of what the night could bring. The facility he spoke of shone like a glimmer of hope, and her face fell into a genuine smile. "Thank you, Warden. Yes, if you can lead me there, I am confident that I can get us inside." Scowling momentarily at the open door, Jeska slowly approached him, so as not to startle him and shut it with her hand. Although she was still weak, fate had intertwined them together now, and she wished that they could 'seal the deal' in a sense, and soon. It really had been, far too long since she had been with anyone near her age. Leaning slightly towards him so that he could get a glance down her shirt, Jeska grinned and nearly purred, "How would you like your payment, all at once, or steadily over the course of our travels?" Inwardly she cackled, and hoped he would choose the second option.

The woman's interest was clear and obvious, as she approached him and leaned in close to him. Not to say Warden was not interested, but working aloof and distant seemed to be working at the time. Once she closed the door, he turned to the woman again, taking note of her skin and hair once more. She was definitely not a Solar, but he'd have to find out at some other time. "I figure the latter choice will be best, we'll have ample opportunity for it." replied the young man, standing his ground.

She looked at him from the side, the blue of her eyes glinting as her tone steadily dropped. "Do you not agree that this is the first step in our new partnership?" He was a hard one to read, that much was sure. Jeska was not quite convinced he was resisting her as much as he presented, and to test the waters, the Lunar eased herself closer to him, enough that he could feel the heat from her body, and smell her natural scent. Even she was shocked at how fast the aroma of arousal reached her senses.

"It sounds like it could be." replied Warden, betraying a smirk as the girl walked closer to him. The sweet scent of the girl's skin and her sweat mixed as if wafted up to his nose, working almost as an aphrodisiac. Having her so close up, his heart started beating a bit faster as the contour of her neck and gloss of her lips were highlighted by small beams of dusty light piercing through the old door of the shelter. In his experience, Solar women had always been a hard hunt, many waiting till marriage, complete opposite to Duner ones, but this woman was a strange in between, an oxymoron of direct yet subtle flirting. Not used to such roundabout methods, Warden decided to just confront her, lifting his hand to her face and placing nothing but his index finger under her chin to bring her eyes up to his. "It seems you want something to happen now, it would probably be best if you just came out and said it." he blurted out with no social considerations whatsoever, Duners liked all their dealings outspoken and out front, even social ones.

"I think it is obvious what I want," Jeska cooed softly, her hand raised to take his and trail it down her body. She pressed it to her pelvis, where the the warmth that spread past the fabric could easily be felt.

"It is unlikely for someone on your faith to brazenly offer this kind of contract." replied Warden, still keeping his serious facade as his hand ran around the girl's pelvis, to the small of her back and pulled her in close, her hips meeting his. He figured this was a chance as good as any to get some information on the girl's true identity while having some fun. It was not unheard of for women in the desert to use their sexuality to catch men off guard, Duner women used this technique all the time when outmatched by raiders or mercenaries out in the desert, so he was not going to let his guard down easily. Looking down, straight into the girl's eyes so close he could feel her breath on his lips, he asked. "Who are you, really?"

"That is because... it is not my faith," Jeska uttered quietly after a moment of distracted and hasty thoughts. If there was anyone she could trust with this secret, it was an ironic twist of fate that provided a Duner, who had indeed saved her to be the one to hear it. "I... my blood is not that of the Solar, we are called the Lunar. Our company is a secret line of human and we have adapted over the years of this desert to be more efficient at night." She hoped this would satisfy his curiosity, as she was having trouble forming coherent sentences. "Hence, how I look, how I was raised, and..." The woman nudged his hips with her own in a slight feathery manner, "-what I have been taught." Eyes half lidded, her lips parted as her breath quickened with his body being right against her. "Obviously nothing like the naive Solar."

The Duner peered into Jeska's eyes and sensed no lie in her, bewildering as her story was, the facts also seemed to support her. Letting go of her back, Warden raised his hand to her neck and slowly ran his fingers from her collarbone, up the side of her neck and up to her jaw. Jeska's skin was fair and soft as if it had never withstood the merciless blaze of the sun. "It would seem so... all the more reason not to venture into the desert alone... the sun and the sand would probably burn your skin more than that of Solars or Duners." he said, a bit softer and with a gentler tone, as his thumb ran across her lower lip.

Her hand caught his once more, keeping his hand where it was, "I must do this." Jeska said with determination, ignoring her urges for a brief second. It was strange that she could feel so comfortable in someones presence in so short of time, but that trust that she extended out to him was willing. The fact that he had asked her in such an intimate position hadn't affected her decision. An odd connection between them. "I am softer then you can imagine," The Lunar stated coyly.

"I understand." replied simply the young man, there were things one just had to do, regardless of how dangerous they were. "I am getting the inkling I'll find out." replied Warden, still trying to make Jeska take on the first move, just in case. It was much harder for a Duner, brought up to believe he is alone in the world, to trust, even amongst his own people, those who knew Warden's true name, given to him by his parents, could be counted with the fingers of a single hand. Coming in a bit closer, Warden whispered in Jeska's ear. "I think I'm going to find out... now, show me these things you've been taught and I'll pledge my services only to you."

Silently and abruptly, Jeska turned them and forced him against the wall with a strength that should have been beyond her ability. His head was still next to hers, which she took advantage of and breathed lightly in his ear while her hips grinded against him erotically. Her lips parted, allowing her tongue to explore the rim of his ear, while the soft skin of her cheek slid across his stubble. While giving him attention, Jeska opened up her own neck to him so that he could indulge himself if he wished.

Warden was surprised by Jeska's sudden movement, as she pushed him against the wall he almost reached out for a weapon, but then he felt her warm breath and her tongue on the rim of his ear. Smelling her scent and looking at her long, elegant neck, he could not help it and began kissing it, running down the side onto her collarbone, there was something wild and untamed about the way the Duner kissed, probably unfamiliar to a Lunar like Jeska. One of his arms wrapped firmly around her waist and pulled her in tight so she could feel his strength, while his other hand trailed slowly down the woman's back and onto her behind.

Jeska's arms moved around his shoulders, entangling them into his hair. Even though he still wore desert garb, she could tell that underneath was a younger man, and that turned her on even more. Although she yearned for his skin, not bulky cloth. She would fix that in a moment, but for now... Jeska dragged her tongue down his neck, nibbling on the small allowance of skin that she saw all the while pushing herself harder against him. Her heavy belt dropped from her hips somehow by her own doing, wanting to be free of such barriers.

With a small movement, Warden loosened a tied piece of cloth around his heavy desert cloak, and it immediately fell to the floor, a simple quick release mechanism which probably came in handy in several situations. Left only in a woven cloth shirt and a pair of old, tattered pants of untreated animal leather, the young man took a deep breath once more as he worked his way up Jeska's neck again. His right arm continued to pull her close, while his face finally came near to meeting hers, without notice, he took her in a deep, fiery kiss as primal and rough as the Duner was himself. Surprisingly enough, the kiss that had started so strongly faded out gently to the point where he barely brushed the Lunar girl's lips, leaving only each other's breath to feel.

Moaning quietly, her heart was beating so fast that she closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against his chin. They remained like that for a few moments, resting, and feeling the lust they had for each other. In fact, the kiss threw her off. It had been singularly the most passionate kiss anyone had given her, and it awoke an emotion she had never felt before. Jeska tried to identify it before things got too out of hand. While they both caught their breath, she lifted her head to look at him, just now noticing the color of his eyes. They were untamed, and exotic. Jeska smiled, leaning in with her lips this time, touching his with a feminine lightness, then slipping her tongue past his defenses.

Warden met Jeska's gaze with his own, he had not seen eyes like hers before either, if Warden had known flowers, he would have compared the young woman to one. He almost felt like he would break her if he was too rough, she was unlike a Duner women, to which Warden's experience was limited. Taking in her kiss, his hands began to move up and down her body, feeling her womanly curves under her clothes and marveling in the softness of Jeska's skin. One of his hands firmly gripped her butt, while the other ran up her stomach slowly, lifting up her shirt some. "You certainly don't lose any time." he whispered. "Some out here in the sands would take advantage of a woman as rare as you."

"I'm lucky you found me then, so that only you could take advantage..." She kissed him again, "-of me." His light touches were making Jeska shiver in anticipation and she raised her right thigh to brace him while rubbing herself against him. She didn't care about the nature of his clothes, or his rough appearance. In truth, he fascinated her. Having mostly lived among other Solars, whose neat attire and clean shaven faces had bored her beyond belief, not to mention they did not have the desire for her as he did.

"I think you're forgetting..." replied Warden, interrupted suddenly by Jeska's kiss. "... that you are supposed to be my employer." he added, feeling the girl's warmth against his body. As she lifted up her leg up against him, he ran his hand own her thigh and held her firmly, while sliding his left hand over to her other leg. With a swift motion, he lifted her up from the ground. He bit her lower lip lightly and then ran down her chin and neck, his stubble probably tickling the girl a bit. While Jeska was up in his arms, he walked over to the cot where she had been lying before, letting her down on her back. He looked down at the girl sprawled beneath him, as much as he wanted to just jump on her, he needed to make sure the person he was following could lead. "Your orders?" he asked, only half joking.

She let out a small sound of protest, though not from where he put her, but that he was now not in contact with her. "I want to feel your skin." Jeska requested in a deep but breathless voice, "But this is your payment, I can do whatever you want," Her mouth slid into a smirk before she licked her lips again, looking up at him with lust in her eyes.

"Okay then." replied simply Warden, leaning in to kiss the girl once more, he grabbed the edges of his shirt and quickly pulled it over his head, exposing his chest, covered in dozens of small scars from years of living through the desert and tanned to a bronzed hue, the complete opposite of Jeska's pale skin. With one hand to support himself, Warden lowered his body until his torso pressed against the Lunar girl's, and ran his other underneath her shirt, his fingertips brushing against the side of her breast. "I'm not against taking initiative myself."

Jeska's eyes closed at his touch, her lips parting slightly. When she opened them again, her gaze went to his face as her hand lifted and lingered, sliding through his stubble, a light smile of appreciation appearing. Although he was over her, she attempted to remove her own shirt, but he had to lift up before she succeeded, baring herself to him. The combination of their skin touching sent more shivers down her spine. Jeska knew without a doubt, that if he was to remove her pants, he would find some very moist panties. She bit her lip at that thought.

Warden stopped for a bit, appreciating the shape and contours of Jeska's breasts, undulating up and down with her breathing. Almost hypnotized by her pale skin glowing in the darkness, he slowly stroked the side of her breasts with his right hand before bringing his head down to her collar bone, and slowly going down to her chest, kissing along the way. When he came to her right breast, he he simply brushed his lips against the girl's aureole before lightly pinching her nipple between his upper teeth and lower lip, his ears peeled for the girl's voice. In the meantime, his right hand continued to run down the side of Jeska's body, reaching into her pants and stroking the inside of her thigh.

Gasping, Jeska's body trembled beneath him, her hands once more going to his hair, one of them gliding along the skin of his arm. When his hand touched her core, the Lunar could not help a soft moan of pleasure from escaping her throat. Goosebumps formed along her skin, even in the heat that surrounded them.

Warden could not help but betray a smirk, hearing the girl's moan. Restraining himself and trying not to rush, the young man continued to lightly caress her thigh inside her pants. He then ran his tongue from the girl's right nipple and down to the underside of her breast, very slowly, as if teasing her with the promise of more.

Jeska bent one of her knees slightly, grazing his hardened manhood through the leather of the pants, moving in a gradual circle. Looking down at him, she smiled and shivered again in pleasure. She could tell that he was not one to just sate his desire, but that also of his partner's. This impressed her and she had to lick her lips again in anticipation. Although she did not ask for more water, she was still recovering from her earlier ordeal.

"Don't be in such a rush." said Warden as he lifted up his head, moving up to kiss Jeska, biting her lower lip as he pulled away once more. "I plan to milk this payment of mine all I can." he added. It was hard to tell when Warden was teasing and when he was being totally honest, nevertheless, this time it looked like it could be worse. Feeling the graze of her knee, he finally slid his hand into Jeska's panties, focusing on pleasuring the girl more directly.

Smiling, "Not in a rush... just... excited. Almost as if you're paying me, not the other way around." She mentioned as casually as one could when someone was touching the most intimate place on a human body.

"You can repay me afterward." replied simply Warden as he licked the rim of Jeska's ear, feeling the light saltiness of her sweat before biting the young woman's earlobe softly. Sitting back, he looked at her for a second, running his gaze down her body, her breasts were glistening with sweat, moving up and down with her breath. Finally he pulled down Jeska's pants along with her panties, "I don't mind doing a bit more and earning my payment... for now." smirked Warden before he leaned in, running his hands along her thighs and lifting one of her legs over his shoulder as he centered his attention on her once more.

Jeska gasped again, her legs shivering as they spread willing for him. Every flick and swirl of his tongue sent waves of arousal through her spine, making her eyes open wide as she panted. It really had been too long, She thought bitterly, her mind going back to her previous lover, a hypocritical Solar. He ended up marrying a virgin, thinking her unworthy. Not like she had wanted to marry him anyway. This had gone through her mind in a split second, her face falling back into a serene mask.

While he continued to pleasure Jeska, Warden ran his rough hands up the sides of her body, his right hand went towards her back, taking the girl by the waist and pulling her a bit up and even closer, against his face. His left hand, however, homed into the girl's breast and began massaging it gently. So this is the taste of a Lunar woman thought Warden, spurred on by Jeska's panting.

"W-Warden," She moaned, "Please, stop. Stop." When he looked up at her, with those amber eyes of his, Jeska sat up. Gripping his scruffy cheeks with both hands, she laid back down, bringing him with her. "You don't want me to cum so soon, do you?" She asked seductively, before kissing him passionately on the mouth and dragging her teeth across his lips. After he settled against her Jeska slipped her hands beneath the waist of his pants, loosening them.

"I guess we want to make this last." replied the young man with a smirk as he kissed Jeska back, slowly pushing her down onto the cot once more. Warden could not help but run his hands along the sides of her face, tracing her jaw and finally caressing the girl's hair. As she reached down to his pants and loosened them, the Duner helped her by pushing them down with his legs. He ended up in a pair of tan cloth boxers, stretched by the swelling any man would expect given the circumstances, while still intertwined in the long series of deep kisses.

Getting in control of herself again, Jeska feigned innocent surprise as she paused to look down, her hand finding what had been hidden. "What's this?" Her hand grazed the skin above the band before finding its way in. Closing her fingers around his manhood, Jeska chuckled deeply to herself, "Why hello..." and continued to softly stroke him.

"It seems you've woken him up." chuckled the boy as he came in close to kiss Jeska's neck, feeling a slight jolt as she grabbed him. Involuntarily, he started pulsating at the feel of the warm softness of her hand gripping him. "It seems you've got me in a compromising position now." he said, apparently getting a bit into the playful mood of the event.

Rubbing his head against herself through the fabric, Jeska smiled. "It would seem I have." Her thumb slipped across the tip, grinning mischievously when she felt that she was not the only one wet. With how hard he was, she would have been greatly surprised if he had been dry. Jeska slid her pointer finger around till it touched her thumb then slowly, and softly moved towards the base.

As Jeska's hand slowly made its way to the base, Warden let out a small gasp and then figured he was being too passive at the moment. Planting another kiss on the girl, he let her hand wander while he lowered his own hand to her core, slowly running his fingers parallel to it and letting his index move in gently.

She squirmed briefly under him, her eyes closed then reopened in surprise. Jeska managed to whisper, her breath coming in ragged. "Enough-- I want you, now." She said this while arching herself up in pleasure at his touch, but now wanting more of it.

"My pleasure." replied Warden, whispering into Jeska's ear before pulling away, standing up on his knees, he lowered his boxers and finally kicked them to the side, now completely naked, he leaned in once more, running his hands along the curves of her body as he did. Lifting up one of her legs, grabbing onto it from the upper thigh, the young man slowly entered the girl. Breathing heavily next to her ear so she could feel his breath on the side of her neck, he pushed in, overcome by pleasure and the warmth of her body, trying to feel every moment thoroughly.

Gasping, Jeska froze for a moment as she forced herself to relax to his size, then laid back with a faint smile. Her arms encircled him, almost lovingly as she opened herself to him willingly, keeping him close. When the pain faded her limbs further wrapped around him and she pushed Warden further inside, eyes rolling backwards from the passion between them. Much more pleasing then the lowly Solars, Jeska thought evilly with a grin.

Warden began to move his hips back and forth, thrusting with a pace that slowly increased as he kissed the girl's neck and traced her jaw line with his lips, teasing her own mouth by drawing his face right above her. With each rhythmic movement, he enjoyed watching her body quiver. "Its amazing." said the young man in between heavy breathing. "..to see skin.. untarnished by the sun... all of you are as soft as ancient silk..." he continued, holding his face and lips just inches away from hers.

"But not nearly as loose," She responded jokingly, her chuckles tightening the muscles around him in quick bursts. Pausing her motion, Jeska leaned up, her subtle abs showing through her nearly glowing skin as she caught his lips in a drawn kiss. When she was satisfied, the Lunar fell back against the cot with her hands bracing his hips, guiding him.

Warden fell onto the cot with Jeska, pushing ever deeper into her, as the makeshift bed gave him a stable platform to do so. "Oh course." he replied to her with a chuckle. Running one of his hands behind her, to the small of her back, he pulled the girl up towards him, feeling her silky skin against his own, the contrast of her softness and his roughness would be obvious. The man was probably stronger, wilder and rougher than Solars, and the quivering of the girl's muscles made him move even faster and harder against the girl. Sitting up, he grabbed Jeska's hips and and lifted them from the cot, pulling them against him and the point where they became one. With the girl's back still on the cot, the boy could not help but watch the hypnotic back and forth of her breasts. "I hope this is not to rough for you." he said, half mockingly and half concerned, wondering he should slow down, lest he hurt the girl.

She did not reply, her breath coming in ragged and moaning. His turn of control pushed her beyond words. Jeska was in ecstasy, enjoying every moment, and every movement, inside and out. One of her hands clenched against her ribs, while the other rubbed herself above his manhood, matching his constant thrusts.

Warden was nearing his limit, he began heaving ever more heavily as he sought Jeska's lips. He ran his mouth up her collarbone, through her neck and up to her jaw, biting hard on her lower lip, though not enough to actually hurt her. The boy tried to ask if it he should pull out, but didn't manage to utter the words in the passion of the moment. He clutched Jeska's body tighter with his arms and figured the girl would notice and give him some indication before he couldn't hold it anymore.

Jeska grinned. Laughing quietly to herself, the Lunar wrapped her legs around his waist, then opened her knees further. Her moans increased, higher in pitch till she bordered on shrieks. With her eyes rolled in the back of her head, Jeska's mouth opened as the first throes of her orgasm overcame her.

Warden's own climax met the girls as the young man crossed his arms behind her and held her close, burying his face on the side of her neck and breathing heavily on her skin. With one final thrust, Warden finished, his muscles spasming lightly as waves of pleasure came over him.

She relaxed under him, finding his weight comfortable as they calmed their breaths and regained composure. Jeska did not move however, her eyes half lidded as she tucked her head under his chin. Nothing more then a crush... she whispered to herself, knowing that this meant much more to her then she admitted. Always quick to fall for someone.