It was afternoon and it was still some hours away before she would meet Welverin. This was a good opportunity for her to  get a feeling for how much Sighvat influence really existed in Sordar. A chance to observe and analyze wether or not allied resistance would be able to take some sort of control in the area. Her ebon skinned companion was a compliment of information for the resistance, perhaps he was correct in assuming the grand stand of the allied forces would take place somewhere besides here. Oh well...it never hurt to be careful.

It was hard to concentrate today as she now stood in front of a store and paid little attention to the business window she seemed to be gazing in. There was a slight scowl on her face when she came to the realization that the reason she couldn't concentrate was because of him. Even now as they were a part, his presence was there taunting her recently sparked desires. A moment of reflection was shattered as the voice of an older woman caught her ear. The merchant lady had been watching from inside and had now come upon her standing outside the apparel store. "Ah dah'lin, 'ere ta shop fer that man in yer life, eh?" The woman smiled and skillfully lured her into the shop to peddle her wares. It was only as they were walking to the door and past the window she'd been standing at that she noticed this was an intimate apparel shop. "Oh, no really. It's a mistake I assure you." Her hand was gently patted as the woman replied. "Oh honey...there's no mistake. As sure as I am that Tagetarl is bleedin' me dry with taxes...I'm sure a woman as pretty as you always has a man in her life. Lucky yeh are girl." A slightly gnarled finger touched with arthritis waggled at her.

Needless to say the woman had taken all of her time, most of her money and Maran walked out with two items from the woman's shop. One clutched in her hands and being stuffed into her leather satchel, the other still on her body. As she was jogging away from the store she could here the woman's voice in the distance. "Ah, dah'lin 'ere ta shop fer that man in yer life, eh?" Already she'd found her next hapless soul. It was near the time she was supposed to meet Welverin. If she didn't stop to berate the woman she'd just make it on time.

Now here they were together having called a truce to their argument and well on their way to the making up stage. They kissed and her flesh warmed, soft silky lace teased against her skin and drew her attention. She pressed her body against his chest, face lifting slightly as she nuzzled into his neck a moist warm tongue teasing his sensitive flesh for a moment. The material shifted across her body and teased it with silky temptations. Her voice was warm and inviting. "Maybe the solution lies in something else to do, instead." The pair had come off the balcony and were standing just in the doorway when she enticed him to rest his back up against the tapestried wall. Their bodies pressing together, one hand teased his perfect toned and muscled chest while the other quickly fell to rubbing his crotch. She was almost accosting him, pink moist lips nibbling at his neck. Who knew what either one of them were in for. She'd been without sex for far longer than she'd ever openly admit. To top that off she'd met a man that seduced her body so perfectly that it surrendered to his touch no matter the controversy in her mind.

Her voice was a low sultry whisper. " Take me to your bed and sit on the edge of it." The inflection of her voice a demand and request intertwined " I want to taste your body with my tongue." She was insistent and already tempting herself with visions of luring him into her voracious sexual appetite spawned by his own hand.

"Let me taste you.....let me show you how......." There was only momentary stutter, between her words. Welverin was teaching her to give into her desires, to allow herself freedom to voice her needs.  She breached another hurdle. " Let me show you how wet you make me."

Her eyes and then her feet followed him as he moved to the bed and sat along one edge. The swagger of his hips accentuated by elven grace, sienna eyes enthralled and reflected a rich bright hue as cat and mouse began. An undeniable azure gaze prompted her to the bed.

Rhayna removed her boots and let them fall to the floor. She made her way to him and gently prodded one foot so she could position herself to be standing in between his open legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. Slender fingers worked the leather tie from his hair and then teased the silver locks from their imprisonment. Both hands now moved through the silky tresses as she leaned down and placed a hungry kiss upon his ebon lips, the kiss was harder than usual more demanding.  It was so difficult to pull back from the kiss but she did so with a strangled moan, breathless, she immediately dropped to her knees, hands tugging and unloosening the doeskin breeches while meeting his eyes with a smoldering sienna gaze. A moist tongue ran over her soft lips. Fingers curled about the waist of his undone breeches and tugged them over his hips and then down his legs. She shifted slightly so the breeches could slide to the floor and rest under her knees.

One hand slightly lifted the white tunic while the other curled around his cock. His first sensation was the feel of her skillfully stroking fingers that curled around his width. The next was the warm moisture of her breath just before soft pink lips made contact.  She pulled away and smiled like an imp up to him. The soft growl that emitted from his throat made her shudder and chills to move down her spine. Damn he provoked her. A hand might have come up to take her to him but she deftly stepped out of reach and waggled a finger at him. She thought she saw his eyes narrow for a moment but he was subdued temporarily as she made a show of removing her clothes.

There she was a coy smile and one hand resting on a slightly tilted hip. Her back slightly arched to lure his gaze to her cleavage and softly rounded breasts that teased him with their aroused pink nipples. There was a small rustle of material as the rest of the gown unraveled and fell to her ankles. Sleek black lace teased the soft slender curves of her body. The plunging lattice neckline gave him ample view of her breast and the silk that crisscrossed her skin gave a stunning view of her smooth flat stomach. She teased him and brushed a hand across her belly. Long waves of mahogany came to rest on her silk clad shoulders and framed her fervid sienna eyes when she pulled the leather tie from her hair.

She came to stand between his legs again, a hand took his and guided it over the contours of her body. The swell of her breast, the curve of her hip, a teasing brush over the soft mound at her apex, before guiding his hand back up her body. She dipped her head and met his gaze as a warm pink tongue and then her lips seduced his fingers into her mouth. Her tongue swished around his finger and lips gave a slight sucking motion as she slowly pulled his fingers free and then kissed them before letting his hand go. She leaned slightly forward as she again brought herself to her knees.

A hand again lifted and held up the white tunic, she leaned in, warm breath on his skin just below the navel. Her other hand came up and caressed his cock and moved along it's length. Once at the base she began a slow hypnotic stroke with her deft experienced fingers. Rhayna found the material of the tunic pulled from where she pressed it against his stomach. He'd removed the shirt and then leaned back slightly to rest with his hands propped behind him somewhat. Head bent but eyes lifted to him, she whispered over his cock as she stroked it. "I wanna taste you..." Her lips descended over the head and plunged into her eagerly awaiting mouth. Her tongue flicked over the ultra-sensitive skin on the underside of his shaft. Warm and moist he was drawn again and again into the depths of her mouth and throat. A low guttural growl more felt than heard reverberated as her moan of delight. With slow tension building grace she pulled him from her mouth and watched in fascination as she gently coaxed the droplet of pre-cum to the surface. Rhayna's tongue slid from between her lips and flicked the pearled droplet from the head of his cock and slowly drew it into her mouth like a relished treasure.

She felt his cock strain against all her temptations and soon she was indulging him again with the skillful talent of her sweet delicious mouth. A hand still stroking slowly against his impulsively rocking hips. "Mmm..mm..mm." She moaned again and it echoed off her throat to tease his cock with the momentary humming feeling against his sensitive skin. She'd incited him more and growled softly as she felt him grab her by the back of the hair. His grip was intense and she could fell the response of her body as a warm flush trickled down her inner thigh.

Rhayna was able to prop herself with one hand and forearm resting on top of one of his legs. The other that had been stroking his cock dropped and fumbled to gather and lift the material of her gown slightly. Enough to slip her hand under it and to her pussy. Her lips were the only thing that kept his cock caged in her mouth now and she pushed to meet the urgings of his hips. She stumbled only briefly and that was when she gasped, legs shuddering their response when she probed into her own juices. Her lips parting and rubbed by her own soft delicate fingers, they brushed her swollen clit and her hips involuntarily followed the rhythm of her delving fingers. They were wet and scented with her sweet senses imbibing juices.

Her Coup de grace, the thing that would send him over the edge, the taste of her.

Rhayna's slender hand wove it's way up to his face. She covered his nose and mouth with her cupped hand so he could linger in her intoxicating scent. When his head finally fell back in the fervor she dipped once again between her legs. This time he was made to taste her. She plunged her fingers into his mouth so he could lick them clean. Her head was still bent and bobbing over his engorged cock that threatened to explode at any moment. Her tongue ran all along the underside as her mouth rose and fell over him.  She could feel the tension in his muscles, she murmured. " Cum for me....let me taste you." Her mouth lingered and teased until the last possible second, then her hand deftly came up and stroked him over the edge and deep into his orgasm.  Her eyes glazed over as he came, cum shooting out to land on her neck and cleavage, a tiny rivulet winding it's way down her chin. She released his spent cock and rubbed the last few strokes she needed over her clit. There at her knees and between his legs her body convulsed as her own orgasm tore through her loins like wild fire. She collapsed against the bed and leaned there for long moments before picking his tunic up from the floor and wiping her chest and neck. A quick lick of her lips to clean them. He was laying back on the bed and legs still dangling over the edge when she stood. The sexy black negligée' drifted to the floor as she wiggled out of it. It still wafted with her womanly scent when she left it behind on his floor. " Goodnight...Sweet Dreams."

Rhayna slipped between the sheets of the guest bed, body still tingling and high on the euphoria of orgasm and passion.