Promised Rendezvous

[Titan]

The way in which she sought to keep her small chest hidden threatened to again break my lips from their maintained line of indifference. I could understand her desire; few her age would be willing to be seen naked by one they hardly knew. Indeed, I was mildly surprised she had even let it go this far considering she only knew my face and a name to call me by. She had no idea of my mentality nor motives yet was still allowing this to progress.

Like spiders did my fingers climb up her dress so I could fully remove it from her without having to move the rest of my body. For now I didn't take action to reveal her bosom to my sight for if she had covered it, she had some reservations about letting me see. Instead I allowed silence to drift over us after she had spoken. With her dress laying crumpled on the floor just by her bed I began to run a single fingertip up along her right, further thigh, opposing the downward venture of my eyes. After several moments of this, the silence was broken; first by a kiss to her cheek.

"Even one such as you can have the greatest of beauty. It just requires the right mind and sight to see." By then had my finger reached the material of her panties, tracing over it to her waist where it continued its path. Finally, my hand came to rest atop her arms. I gave them a small nudge but didn't try to actually pull her limbs away. "May I?" I felt the more I had her participate in this the more she could warm up to me and do away with her nervousness. I even managed a teeth-revealing smile.

[Nayt]

Tanis . . . was he lying to her? Eroina wanted to think that, but she couldn't bring herself to. No--she had a hard time believing that anyone would lie to her, or lie altogether. What good could a person achieve by lying to her? While telling the truth, she was just going to treat a person all the same.

It wasn't that she thought he was lying to her; Eroina's mind had quickly disposed of such a possibility. It was that she disagreed with him. She wholly and completely disagreed with him in every way. Eroina couldn't see herself as beautiful, because she saw others as beautiful; others that were alive. It was a conniption of hers, and with fair right: the girl simply could not attribute beauty with death, and as she determined herself to be the result of death, she could not see any beauty within her physical form. Had aesthetics not been a point in mind for those that had her reborn, her believes may well have been accurate.

Her belief in this was out of self consciousness; she was not depressed on a clinical level, but she could not be convinced that her own figure was appealing to the eye. In any situation other than when someone found appeal in her body, she accepted her figure as unattractive, and found no ill feelings or want of difference.

". . . but I . . . but I'm just . . ." Eroina whispered.

I'm just a corpse.

She was extremely hesitant to let him tug her arms away from her chest. It was difficult for her to shake her reservations against it, but she finally did, and closed her eyes as he gently pulled on her forearm--and then the other--to ensure that he could see a vast majority of her. The girl was normal in every way; it was just that her skin appeared dyed with a hue of green, varying depending on area--be it original or a replacement. There was no shriveling or decay anywhere upon her body; it all must have been reversed, but the way decomposition dyed the skin could not be undone.

One other thing that had Eroina puzzled was that Tanis found interest in her body and not that of another's. Hers was a figure of a fourteen year old girl; she had bust, but it was minimal--were she wearing a bra, she'd not have exceeded an A cup, and she lacked the curvature of the body that many other women at the party had. She wasn't developed like them, and she never would be. Eroina shut her eyes so she would not look upon Tanis's face; she knew he was going to be disappointed. He said she could be be beautiful, but she was nothing more than a teenage girl--a stylized and touched up corpse of a child reanimated.

[Titan]

"There is no art more beautiful and diverse as the Art of Death." When mine eyes could feast on that displayed by the spreading of her arms they did linger on theier sought prize; for but moments though. Instead I felt drawn to her face again. Moving my right hand from her shoulders to the back of her neck instead, my other traveled upwards, tracing small designs across her naked breasts. Higher, slowly over the curve of her collarbone, along the stretch of her throat; all the way up to her chin were they caught her skin, our faces lined up other than a mild tilt to my own head.

"Look at me." I truly hoped that she would. I would not catch her eyes as I had before in that persuasive lock. "You are just you, Eroina. You and you alone. You are unique and beautiful because of it. In all the other women present here there are none that look as you do, just as there are none who share in my appearance. You are..." For a moment I thought of the most appropriate word, which came to me quite quickly. "Exotic."

[Nayt]

Words within her mind--she didn't understand. Were those her thoughts? Did she really think that--and in Tanis's voice, no less? Eroina didn't know, but it had her thinking. She had not experienced anything like that, nor did she know what telepathic communication even was; she was ignorant to that part of the world--the part where people had powers and abilities that were all so extraordinary. She had no such thing, and so many others here were just the same; normal people in a truly abnormal place. It was extraordinary enough that she was "alive," anyways, though it was not any sort of ability--just a second chance at life given to her by another.

Thoughts of this were disregarded when she felt his fingers trailing ever northward from her belly. She could feel more up around her chest and shoulders, and the most on her neck, face, and head, so when she felt him trail his fingers over her breasts, she was able to feel a chill up her spine, and shivered all over. She didn't try to stop him, though, and could only bite her lower lip while he did as he pleased.

That was an even stranger sensation. She enjoyed the sensation of touch, but that one was completely different. It was brief, but the feeling was different--stronger, but it went away so quickly, if only for the fault of her nervousness. With her on edge, it was difficult for her to keep such strange feelings for any length of time--if only because they were new. It seemed nothing else was subject to that! Of course, it was only a theory of hers and hers alone--she knew she was nervous, and she knew how she got when she was nervous. The truth of the matter wasn't that it was a new feeling, but she was just too on edge to keep it.

She looked up to Tanis, nonetheless, drawn to look at his face when he quietly requested that she did. Eroina placed her hands upon his chest, for lack of anywhere else to lay them. The girl looked not in his eyes, but at his face; she was having trouble focusing on his eyes, at least.

"I . . . I . . ." she whispered hesitantly--nervously, "Thank you . . ."

[Titan]

Telepathy; a natural gift of Tanis' people. Of course, a great many psionic skills came easily to his kind considering the immense mental development they had gone through over countless millenia. It came even more readily when it was so emphasized during his youth; entire conversations would he and his mother share without speaking a single word. Praticing the skill more and more. Lengthening the time Tanis could utilize it and the distance over which he could communicate. Still, he had not intended to actually share his thought with Eroina, doing so more out of a natural reflex than anything else. A result of finding himself becoming caught up in the moment and not paying attention as he should be.

Yes, that's what I wanted. We did not need meet eyes, I just wished she look at my face yet again. But why? The attention, partly. I had to admit, those times I let myself be known to others, through sometimes subtle, sometimes not, means I sought to take their attention for myself. Mostly... If she could look at me even in the situation we were in, I felt she was more likely to deal away with her shyness and mayhaps come out of her shell a bit. This was what I was after. Her innocent and naivety were commendable and adorable, but working her to a state where desire could start to settle in would be sweet indeed. The further I could get her to go the happier I would resultingly be; evenso, as far as I had gotten was rather satisfying.

She was young, much younger than some of the more mature women here, but Eroina was still rather close to my own age while still being younger than I was. The girl was at that sort of mid-way point, stuck between the girl she was and the woman she was destined to be. Beautiful, to my eyes. Still young and more appealing to my tastes but old enough to be called a young woman. Breaking out of my stupor, in which I had been perched over her and staring absentmindedly, I silently cleared my throat. The chin-hand backtracked. Down her neck, a knuckle tracing over where the pulse along her throat should have persisted. Turned to tickle across her collarbone. Down to cup her right breast and give it a firm but soft squeeze. Even as brief as it was my glance had been enough to reassure what my sense had told me of her form. Now I just needed to experiment on her sensitivity.

"You're quite welcome." "Keep talking. The more you distract the easier it shall be to calm her." I was a bit closer now. Our noses could almost touch. The point was to limit where her eyes could look while open. Still I would not force her to look into my own. That would have to be her choice now. Slowly, my fingers began to work in rippling waves across her cupped flesh. "What do you feel?" A purposeful slip; directing in its message, distracting in its delivery.

[Nayt]

((Sorry about the wait; won't happen again.))

Compared to other girls her age (approximately) and above, Tanis had to be a bit rougher with Eroina--somewhere between the points of gentle and rough, where most girls would have been uncomfortable and unable to enjoy it, but not in pain. The further from Eroina's brain one got, the less gentle they had to be.

Such was fine, though. At first, Tanis had no reaction from her--when he was being extremely gentle. Once he started the process of kneading the flesh, Eroina started to breath a bit faster. It was going to take more than just groping her to get some significant reaction out of the girl, but this was still something. She shut her eyes and sucked in her breath, gasping as a result of his touch--so pleasant, yet . . .

The telepathic message had been presumed a spoke word, as Eroina's eyes were closed for that moment. She didn't understand the feeling; it was too strange--too foreign. She hadn't learned about it, nor had she given it much thought when other people talked about things like "sex." It was just another thing that people did for fun; something she had never done before--not that she was going to avoid it, but it just never came up in her life. And so, as she loosely bit her lower lip, Eroina struggled to find an answer. It felt good . . . but strange. Strange in that it was uncomfortable, but she didn't necessarily want him to stop what he was doing.

"I . . . I don't know," Eroina breathed out. "I-it's . . . it's strange--I . . . I don't know."

Eroina wasn't trying to stop him, though, and was far more inclined to keep his hand upon her chest than she was to push it away. She wanted to know what this feeling was, what it entailed, and why. She wanted to know if she should experience this more often--and if anyone would ever be inclined to feel the same way about her that Tanis did--the same attraction, rather. Would Fifteen? The girl could only hope.

[Titan]

"I see." She didn't seem to really acknowledge the touch until I put more force on her; just like she hadn't really appeared to notice when I'd delicately stroked her hand. So with my fingers I began to grope more gratiously at her tit, somewhat twisting my hand to run my palm across her nipple. She had really begun to intrigue me, this girl of living-lifelessness. If I wished to get a more definitive answer from her then I would have to subject her to more definitive treatment. As smooth as silk I repositioned myself, nudging with my knees her legs apart so that I might sit between them, supporting my weight with those two lower limbs of mine. The hand still at her chest, I moved my other further down, tracing the stitching along her spine to the waistband of her panties. Beneath the cloth they slipped to take firm hold of her rump.

Touching her body was exhilarating, as it was with most any kind of contact for me. Still though, even more pleasing would come when I pressed my lips to her throat for a kiss, spreading them to catch her skin in a bite. I took in a deep breath to try and catch a better trace of her scent. I'd caught it from her before, but being this close gave me a much deeper sense of it. This was another way in which I was set apart from this world; I did not have an odor of my own, nor did any of my kind. I did not know why. We just emitted no trackable smell. Whatever came off of us originated from outside influences. In that sense, we smelled like the world around us. But this girl, here, beneath me. She had something for my nose to experience and it sent tingles coursing along my spine. Without thinking, I nipped harder at her flesh, grinding it between my teeth lightly enough that I'd not break the skin.

The stone at my throat began to change to a more violet hue and generate a faint hint of illumination, working at focusing my mind and preventing me from delving too deep in my experiences with Eroina. I remained alert and attentive to stimuli from her, be they aural or physical. There was still sufficient room between our torsos for her hands to rest on my chest and push if she felt the need. Hope and a growing desire wished she would not. Keeping my hands playing with her bottom and chest, my teeth and lips roamed the expanse of her neck, testing her sensitivities.

[Nayt]

Eroina was initially laying on her side, with Tanis also on his side--her facing him and vice versa. Once he started to nudge her over, she cautiously turned a bit to lay on her side, nervous, not knowing what he planned to do next, and especially so when he started to spread her legs.

She had half a mind to fight against that, and just because she felt too nervous, clamp her thighs together to bar any such access. Eroina didn't even known why, either; that was perhaps the only reason she did not, in fact. If she understood the urge and the worry, she'd have acted upon it.

That reaction came later. Once Tanis, still massaging her breast, leaned forward to place a kiss upon her neck, she felt as if she had ceased holding physical form. Melting? It was just a feeling, and a new feeling at that. She trembled all over and leaned her head back into her pillow, leaving Tanis more than enough room to continue kissing and nibbling upon her neck. She could feel that more than she could everything else he was doing . . . and it felt great. Eroina couldn't understand the sensation, what it was or why something such as kissing and nibbling upon her neck brought it out--and yet, she didn't want it to stop. To keep Tanis from possibly pulling away, she squeezed her legs around him; it was a purely unconscious reaction, and she wasn't all that strong in the first place--if he wanted to pull away from her, he wouldn't have any trouble, and she wouldn't consciously feel disappointment.

And indeed, the further the area from the brain he touched, the harder it was to get her to feel it. At first, Eroina didn't even feel his hand upon her rear. Her neck was extremely sensitive--that was easy to tell by her reactions, which meant that he couldn't be too rough there. On lower areas of her body, though, such as her rear, he had to be much more forceful than he did with her chest. A normal girl her age would have been in pain.

[Titan]

Incentive; that was what crossed my mind when she coiled her legs around me. At least I could tell she was enjoying my play with her neck. Again did a spell of tremors plunder my back and I relieved across her throat a quivering exhale. Blazing a trail of kisses and nips up towards her jaw, I followed along it, testing her. Even as I did so my hands parted from her, though only so that I could slip free of my jacket and blindly toss it to fall near her dress. When I laid my fingers to her body once more I cupped both of her small tits, groping and kneading at her flesh with a renewed vigor. Any thoughts of taking advantage of this girl managed not to settle. In my mind, I was doing this for her moreso than to her. I just got the benefit of experiencing it with her.

The soft texture of her skin beneath my hands. The silky smoothness of her flesh as I embraced it with my lips and tongue. The more I had the more I wanted. I even ground my hips down against her own, pressing my weight against her with both my hands and my crotch. I was here to learn of her and would learn all I could so long as she allowed it. As long as she didn't stop me, I would further my advance. Provocation from her would only expedite the process. Though the beat of my heart was naturally much faster than that of a humans, the increasing activity of my body brought it to greater speed and better pronounced the warmth of my body. The lingering smell of the weed I'd smoked before hand would grow stronger as a result, introducing to the air a soft scent of fruit.

I breathed deeper to smell her through it. To catch her particular smell; her particular taste. Running my tongue up the bottom of her chin, I caught its end then with my teeth. Afterwards, an upward shift, which pressed my groin harder to her's, I jumped the gap to bring my lips to her own to experience them as well.

[Nayt]

With a hand on each of her breasts and his lips, tongue, and teeth caressing her neck, Tanis managed to get a voice out of Eroina: not words, not quite breaths, but a voice of pleasure. Eroina tilted her head back and whined ever so softly, unable to help herself, physically incapable of not reacting like so. It was dampened, and the urge to moan was held back, if only because she'd never done it before, and the result was a whine--though, any sort of moan from her would have the sound of something of a whine.

Then, he kissed her--not on the throat, but the lips. Eroina's eyes opened quickly, but soon half-closed as she let her neck relax, her head no longer leaned back so harsh. It was held there for a moment, and she was able to ignore everything else but that: his lips placed onto hers, her lips locked with his, pushed together as a show of romantic affection. She shut her eyes and furrowed her brow, unable to stop the feeling inside--the fear that maybe, just maybe, something had gone dangerously wrong between them. It was, like many other feelings, something she couldn't understand, but she listened to this one.

It wasn't rough in the slightest, but she gently leaned her head forward, first with her forehead against his, and then forward even more until she softly broke free from his kiss. She did nothing further beyond breath quick, heavy breaths--panting, barely able to catch her breath.

"T-Ta-Tanis . . . I . . . I'm . . ." Eroina gasped for air, but spoke between each strong attempt to breath. "I'm sorry--I'm . . . I'm sorry . . ."

She felt terrible for it, but she needed to calm down and breath. Stop? She didn't know if she wanted to stop of if she wanted to just take a break to calm herself down. Having never experienced a rush like that, and knowing that some things that usually got her excited close to this level--though, admittedly, not nearly this excited--were usually quite bad for her, it was only natural that she'd find it necessary to take a momentary break, at the very least. She'd figure out if she wanted to stop when she caught her breath.

[Titan]

Elated. That's how I felt as she kissed me back. I received what I had sought for that moment in time and turned my attention less split between my mouth and hands, but focused more on the joining of our lips. I allowed a bit more of my weight to settle upon her, growing more accustomed to her form and more comfortable when laid against it. This didn't last forever, though. She shifted somewhat, as if at first reluctant to sever the connection between our mouths. Eventually, she reached that point. I gave her some breathing space, sitting up more on my legs, left hand tracing circles around her teat and my right's fingers dancing lazily across her cheek. In the end I knew what it was that I wanted from her, yet I would not attempt to force her into the situation. If consentual, it would be that much sweeter.

"Sssh. It's okay. Just calm down." I sighed. "So utterly adorable." It was a new experience for her; entirely new. If it was true she only could recollect the past few days of her re-enlistment into the active community then it was understandable for her mind to become overwhelmed by these transpiring events. It was this, I think, that got the best of her. Not so much a tiring of body but an exhaustion of mind, resulting in the thought of being breathless. Other than the aggressive touch of my hands, she'd not really undergone any rigorous action. As long as I could get her more used to this kind of interaction, I felt things could go more smoothly.

In her panting and distracted state, I hoped that I might catch her eyes. Deep and slow breath in; a similar release of air. It was an attempt to both calm her and help her regain her senses by enticing her to match my normal rate of breathing. Each filling and subsequent emptying of my lungs was slower than most others, but it was also much deeper and more relaxing. A gentle bringing of the lungs to full capacity before exhaling soothingly to begin the process anew. I did not know what might cross her mind next; if she'd be willing to continue or rather wanting to halt altogether. Still, I slipped free of my shirt, leaving me clothed only in my pants. After this, my hands returned to begin their menustrations to her once again.

The sensitivity of the printless digits of my right hand made contact with her flesh that much more intense, and my lids drooped somewhat in content.

[Nayt]

She did look into his eyes, and soon after, her breathing returned to normal--but it came at a price. She was finally able to calm down, enough that she could think. Eroina shut her eyes again as she breathed in lightly, taking in long breaths, and no longer keeping eye contact with Tanis. It wasn't that she knew what he could do, but that she wanted to think straight--to try and react less, and try to ignore the sensations so she could define these feelings as good, bad, appropriate, or inappropriate. Until then, she had no idea.

Tanis was shirtless over her and touched her skin once again. Eroina felt a jolt of sensation as conclusions were progressively drawn over time, and with her eyes still shut, she bit her lower lip and tried even harder to keep her train of thought from derailing.

"T-Tanis, I . . ." Eroina breathed in, ". . . I think . . ."

The more she thought about it, the more she regretted her conclusions. She didn't feel a connection with Tanis; a friend, yes. Eroina loved having friends and could be friends just about anyone, but as she thought of it more and searched her own feelings, the more she'd have preferred Fifteen there--and the more she'd have preferred someone going slower and sweeter with her. He had kissed her, and she had kissed him back, and she saw no problems with that, but he was moving much faster than she was immediately comfortable with, and for reasons she personally couldn't explain, Tanis wasn't the person she wanted to do this with. Of course, Eroina wanted to feel this way, but the feeling would be a lot different with Tanis . . .

Eroina didn't want to disappoint him, afraid that maybe he wouldn't want to be her friend anymore if she did, but she didn't want to be uncomfortable with this. Him touching her like this, that is. Coincidentally, it may have been a completely different story if he first coerced her to touch and be close to him.

"I-I think w-we should stop . . ." she breathed out.

[Titan]

Momentary disappointment; perhaps. It was a feeling I had experienced before and knew when it settled upon me, but it was not something that I let others know affected me. Instead I merely kept my gaze trained on her face, looking on with eyes of non-chalance. My hands; they lingered on her for a moment more, taking with them the knowledge of how she felt to them. Ineveitably though did they take their leave and I myself moved from my dominating position over her. I didn't leave the bed though. Instead I just turned over, sitting next to her and looking out into her room.

"If that is what you think." Up to my nose did my fingers go, taking a subtle but deep inhale from them to take in her lingering scent. Afterwards I was rubbing at my face as if tired and groggy from just waking up. At this point, I had naught a clue on what to do. I felt being more aggressive and assertive with her would be to my advantage, granting less time for someone to poder Eroina's whereabouts. Less chance that a knowing person would come knocking at her door and interrupt us. It was obvious Eroina didn't share in my... concerns. How could she though, sweet, naive girl.

Again I sighed, laying then on my own back, palms tracing down first along my hairless arms, tickling with tips up my belly and chest. I wasn't looking at her but instead the ceiling, as if I could find answers in its design. The light of my eyes imperceptibly faded as a sense of drowsiness began to develop. "What would you have us do then?"

[Nayt]

What to do now? Eroina didn't honestly know. She was still too caught up with the last feelings to really give it any thought. All the pleasant feelings gradually went away, quickly replaced by the feelings of inadequacy and stark disappointment in herself. Tanis was probably expecting something more and wanted much to continue kissing her and running his hands over her . . . and she disappointed him. This had her disappointed with herself, wanting to rethink her feelings and experience the urge to continue . . . but she couldn't.

"I . . . I don't . . ." Eroina whispered solemnly, "I don't know . . ."

She was indefinitely sad, that much was for sure! She so wanted to be happy again, to maybe do something like throw her arms around Tanis and hold him tight; hugging was so much better than what they had been doing. It was a different feeling and didn't make her feel exasperated in the least.

Getting the courage to do that again, all things considered, was difficult, and she wound up sitting up, instead, and reaching for her dress. She wanted to clothe herself again and get ready to leave her room. After all, there wasn't much more they could do in there but sit and talk, and Tanis didn't seem like he wanted to talk with just her that much. Maybe if they were with other people? It was something for her to think about whilst she pulled the dress over her head and tried futilely to tie it in the back again.

"I . . . I think I want to go back," Eroina, still whispering, tried not to sound sad, but just couldn't do that. She was much too regretful! "Back to the party. D-do you want to come with me . . .?"

[Titan]

"Very well." I could tell my fun had come to its end when she began to return her clothing to her body. I helped in the task of retying the outfit to better fit her form, sitting there afterwards for a few moments as I began to ponder on what it was I wanted to do. Honestly, I didn't care to return to the others and try to spark some kind of conversation. What I'd had in mind with Eroina hadn't truly needed words to progress, which was something I valued indeed. What could I possibly hope to speak about with these Mon'Keigh? There were none who shared in my heritage nor my unique state of being. At least nono that I could sense.

Instead, I gathered up my clothing, not putting back on my shirt, coat, socks and shoes. I approached my pack. On went my gloves as I made the journey. Once there, I opened it enough that I could stuff the unneeded clothing inside, moving in a graceful stride to take hold of and slip into my cloak. Again was my face hidden in shadow. Then I waited, there by the door, cloaked and hoisting my bag on a single shouder. Even in this time I had with which to think I couldn't find any further reason to prolong my stay here. I wasn't one of the island's inhabitants. I had come here with no one. If only I had with me a Farseer, so that they might divine my future and guide me along my path.

When Eroina had finished her preparation to depart the room I would unlock and open the door, standing outside with it opened so she too could leave its confines. It was true that there were likely other women who would be more than eager to fulfill the need that had arrisen in me. It was also true that I would not find in them what I had in Eroina. Had I only found her before that man had sunk in his fangs, maybe things would have turned out differently. Only once the two of us were outside of her room would I give her my answer. "I do not know what it is I wish to do, but I am more than certain returning to the party is not an option I am ready to explore. Rather, I feel my best choice would be to leave."