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The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance - Encounters	By : GrayNeko Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 1113 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The celebration at Stone-in-the-Wood had gone long into the night, all Gelfling wanted to share in the sense of victory after driving away the Skeksis. Rian was content to let them have that memory of victory, they would need it in the struggles to come. He was appreciative of all the commotion, it made it easier for him to fade into the background.

He knew they had made a strong first step in their struggle to destroy the Skeksis but the cost of that victory weighed on him. Deet was gone and that fact hurt worse than any injury he had ever suffered. It almost hurt as much as when he lost Mira at the start of all of this, the only comfort he had to lessen the pain was that Deet still lived. The memory of her being filled with the Darkening twisted in his gut and robbed him of any desire to celebrate.

He moved through the crowds of Gelflings, barely responding to the calls and making vague excuses when congratulatory hands fell upon his shoulders to guide him towards the revelries. He was tired in a way that had nothing to do with the battle and just desired to be alone. Fate would not be so accommodating as a certain Vapra princess took note of the dark cloud over the warrior.

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Finding the missing shard of the Crystal of Truth had left Brea pondering a great many things. How exactly had the Urskeks broken it from the Crystal all those trines ago? How were they going to restore the Crystal? Mother Aughra hadn't been forthcoming no matter how Brea pestered her for information and eventually the celebration had managed to erode her curiosity. After having lost much the princess was glad to be surrounded by the sounds of well earned joy and allowed herself to become part of it until her eyes fell upon Rian.

His somberness immediately reignited her curiosity and she excused herself from those who had been talking about plans of the future to pursue her friend. He was some ways from the party when she caught up to him, the sound of her footsteps causing him to turn quickly.

"Oh it's you Brea. Is there something wrong?"

"I should say so, you aren't celebrating with the rest of us. Rian, you did it, you managed to unite the clans against the Skeksis. Not only that but you also created an alliance with the Arathim and found the missing shard of the Crystal. Those are feats of epic proportions Rian, you deserve to celebrate and be celebrated for them."

Despite her praise Rian seemed to deflate at her words, resting against a door as his head sunk.

"I don't deserve hardly any of that credit. It was Deet that convinced the Arathim to side against the Skeksis and it was her who saved us from the Emperor's attack."

Brea nodded her agreement, "Fair enough then. Where is she? We'll drink toasts to both of you."

Rian winced painfully, his hands balling into fists as he trembled, "She's gone! The Darkening has corrupted her like it was corrupting Thra and she left to protect us from its influence. I watched her leave and there was nothing I could do!"

Brea gasped and before Rian knew it the princess had enveloped him in a hug that he found himself collapsing into. He wept softly into her shoulder, "Why can't I protect anyone that I care about? First Mira, then my father, and now Deet. What was the point of it all if I keep losing loved ones?"

Brea had no words at first for his wounded heart, but her sympathy and the empathy of similar loss soon helped her find them, "You know I lost my mother to the Skeksis and my sister Tavra as well. The Skeksis will take everything from us, from all of Thra if we succumb to grief, but you are stronger than that Rian. What's more, you are not alone and we will all support each other." She giggled ever so gently at that last part as she nudged Rian a little to emphasize her point.

Rian let out a bark of a laugh at that but it was enough for him to find the strength to stand on his own again. He wiped the tears from his eyes as he met the princess's gentle gaze.

"Thank you Brea. I'm sorry for falling apart on you like that."

"No need for apology. Now would you like to accompany me back to the celebration?" Brea asked as she offered him her arm.

Rian's face tightened as his gaze fell again, "If it's alright with you I'd rather not. I still don't feel much like celebrating."

Brea sighed but nodded in understanding before turning to rest against the door alongside Rian, "Alright, then how about commiserating with a friend?"

Before Rian could reply the door gave away from both their weight leaning against it and the two tumbled into the dark interior.

Rian's training kicked in as he fell and by the time he hit the ground his arms were wrapped around Brea, protecting her from the fall. It drove the air from his lungs and as he gasped for air he breathed in the scent of Brea. She still somehow smelled of the snowy mountains of Ha'rar and its brisk air, it reminded him so much of Mira it was painful. It also made him hold her that much closer.

Brea barely had time to register that she was falling before Rian enveloped her in his arms. The feel of his body against hers elicited a flush throughout her body that she didn't expect or fully understand. It was nice and made her wings twitch which became a full blown shiver as Rian's arms squeezed her tighter. She looked to Rian, heat darkening her cheeks as their faces hovered barely apart.

"Uhm, thank you Rian," she breathed softly, her hands braced against his chest.

"You're welcome... Princess," Rian struggled to remind himself who he was dealing with. This was Brea, his friend and the next in line to be the leader of all their people. Besides she knew how he felt about Deet, he had seen it in her journal. What could she possibly think of him holding her like this? He must be a scoundrel in her eyes and he began to pull back from her when she shifted a hand to his face.

"Rian, there's no need to call me princess, especially when we're alone," she emphasized the last part as the heat suffused her body, spurring her to boldness.

In the darkness of the abandoned home their lips met and though Rian was still reeling from heartache and loss he clung to this lifeline Brea offered him. When they parted they were both panting and flustered, staring at each other with wide eyes. A silent communication occurred that had nothing to with Dreamfasting and Rian pulled Brea back down onto him. He kissed her again much more deeply and drawing a wanting moan out of the female Gelfling.

Rian let go of Brea, allowing her to sit up as he began to shuck his tunic. She assisted him in loosening the cords, reveling in the sight of his toned abdomen as the fabric inched up his body. She leaned down to kiss him again as he finally pulled off the garment, running a hand through his hair as it spilled free. As much as she enjoyed straddling him, her outfit was not something to be doffed so easily. She eased off Rian and turned her back to him before glancing over her shoulder with a smoldering, beckoning look.

It felt like forever to her before Rian joined her, such was the ache in her body that yearned for his touch. She sighed when his calloused palms slid beneath her dress, her soft skin welcoming the roughness of his. As he helped her undo the lace of her outfit his breath tickled her ear, causing it to twitch reflexively and prompting him to ever so gently bite it affectionately. The response was immediate as Brea gasped and tensed, her hands flying to his to clutch them tightly as she trembled like a leaf in the wind.

"Do that some more... just be careful," she breathed as his hands broke free of her grip to finish undressing her.

"As you wish," he whispered back before finally succeeding in his task, the quilted layers of cloth hitting the floor with a soft 'thud'. He moved up and down her ear, eliciting cries from Brea as his hands could finally explore all of her.

In the back of his mind he couldn't help but notice how soft Brea was. It barely registered but since a part of him still ached for his lost Mira the comparison came unbidden. Mira had been a warrior like him, hardened by training but then he supposed a princess didn't have to push herself as much as others did unless she wanted to. In the end he decided it was an unfair comparison as she was no less beautiful for it and her ampleness was replacing the ache in his chest with a burning hunger.

He squeezed and fondled almost every inch of Brea he could touch and she in turn reached back to slide her hands into his trousers. It was Rian's turn to gasp and moan as her nimble fingers found his stiffening cock and gently caressed it. She turned in his arms, kissing his neck as she continued stroke him with one hand while the other worked his pants down.

As soon as his trousers fell away Rian pulled her close in a passionate kiss, one hand cupping her face as the other teetered between the small of her back and her ass. Brea whimpered as she felt his cock press against her just above her mons pubis. It was slippery with precum and felt impossibly hot. Every prod of it made her wings flex and quiver.

They stepped out of their clothes as Rian guided them towards a table, letting go of Brea only long enough to sweep what few contents remained on it to the floor. He turned back to her only to be caught off guard as she pushed him down onto the table. As he steadied himself she jumped aided by her wings for a brief moment to once more straddle Rian. He sat up to kiss her again and then slowly trailed kisses down her body. He paid special attention to her plump breasts and pale nipples as she moaned deeply when he plied his lips to them.

Brea's breath came quicker and quicker until she was panting. Her body was moving on instinct as she began to rock her hips, her folds growing damp as she ground her pussy against the length of Rian's cock. They both threw their heads back at this sensation, understanding that it was merely a prelude to even greater pleasure.

"Rian... I want you," Brea panted as she pushed him back down, her cheeks flushed with wanton desire.

"If you are ready Brea," he replied as they shifted their focus to joining themselves. Rian guided her hips down as she caressed his cock, aiming it at her descending folds. Their sighs filled the house as she slowly sunk onto him until he filled her almost completely.

Brea trembled at the thought of moving, she was a Gelfling of considerable learning and so despite the best intentions of the Librarian (and without his knowledge) knew of the stories regarding the pain involved. At the same time the desire to move was quickly becoming all consuming. She found herself willing to risk the pain to feel this mysterious connection that was so unlike Dreamfasting but could still forge a connection so strong. With a deep breath of apprehension she rose up until just the tip remained within her and then let herself drop.

It truly was unlike anything she could have imagined as her descent allowed Rian's cock to strike her depths, a sharp sensation accompanied a jolt up her spine that arced her back and caused her wings to spread reflexively.

Rian held on to Brea's hips as his own hips bucked upwards, driving her to rise up again. Clumsily they hammered out a rhythm that had them panting and moaning interchangeably. Brea hunched over Rian, kissing him again as she rode him with an increasing tempo, her wings now fluttering constantly.

"Rian... hold me tight," Brea huskily whispered into his ear as her wings beat faster and faster, fueled by the pleasure coursing through her. Rian did as she said and found her wrapping her legs around him. Once she had secured him her wings worked even harder and the two love-making Gelflings began to lift off the table.

Rian's eyes went wide with surprise but he had no time to process this change as pleasure flooded his mind. Brea continued to ride him while she held him aloft; it left him at her mercy but also thrilled him with her display of strength and the beauty of a female's gift of flight. They clasped hands as Brea rode him even harder, her body spurring her towards a climax. Her sharp cries filled the empty house and their flight grew more erratic the closer she came to that sensual peak.

Rian was torn between resisting his own climax and worrying about falling as they bobbed wildly about the room. Brea's breath came in ragged gulps as the dips and rises mimicked their thrusting from earlier only with the added sensation of her stomach dropping with each descent. Finally she could take no more and threw her head back in a cry of exultation as she came.

That euphoric release also robbed her wings of their sudden strength but fortunately their flight had taken them back to the cleared table. The breath was knocked out of Rian as they crashed none too gently but it was a major relief compared to the drop to the floor. He held Brea tightly as she trembled and quaked until she could finally lift her head to meet his eyes.

"That was... amazing!" she sighed, still aglow with climatic sensation before something caught her attention. "But Rian... you're still hard... was it not...?" she trailed off, suddenly fearful and apprehensive about her performance.

Rian's eyes widened with alarm as he tripped over his words, "No, no, no, it was amazing. Truly one of the most thrilling things I've ever done. I'll not forget this anytime soon, or ever, for that matter. But if I can make a suggestion? Perhaps try that with cushions about next time, would go a long way as reassurance."

Rian's words tumbled out faster than he could comprehend them and by the time he found the sense to stop talking his clicked his mouth shut audibly. The house was unnervingly quiet as he looked up at Brea anxiously. The princess's face was tight and scrunched up, confirming his fear that he had offended her until a snort of a laugh escaped her and then she burst out laughing almost uncontrollably.

"Oh Rian, hehehe, you sweet fool," she said as her laughter finally died off, adding kisses about his face to show she meant no insult. "Well then my brave warrior since you have indulged me how can I help you?" Brea asked as she pulled back to look him earnestly in the eyes.

Rian's shock earned another burst of laughter from Brea before she leaned down to whisper lustily to him, "Use me Rian. I know your heart has been broken and loss eats at you, I have felt much of the same. If I can help ease that ache, if even for a little while, then it is the least I can do for you."

Rian was speechless before Brea's offer and for a moment she was sure he was going to reject her but then it was like she could see the embers of lust reignite into an inferno within him as his blue-gold eyes seemed to flash with an intensity. Even seeing the change come over him she still let out a sharp cry of surprise as he rolled the two of them, switching their positions. She brushed her hair from her face as Rian slowly shifted them both backwards until he was able to step down from the table. He pulled Brea to the edge of the table, spreading her legs as his cock slipping against her wet folds, making her moan softly.

He held her firmly as he hungrily began to thrust; slow but powerful pumps that made Brea throw her head back. Heat suffused her body as he thrust harder and harder and with her wings trapped beneath her there was no way to dispel its rapturous effects. His speed increased and soon he was grunting with the effort of his pace, the table shuddering beneath his assault on Brea's wanting body. Brea's panting began to rise in crescendo as Rian brought her once again to the edge of climax but this time Rian silenced her cry with a deep kiss as he came as well. He shuddered and moaned with each ejaculation, his hot seed soaking into the depths of Brea's pussy. Rian clung to the table as his legs suddenly felt weak, their kiss breaking and their foreheads resting against each other.

"My brave warrior," Brea cooed, reaching up to stroke sweaty strands of hair from his face once his strength returned. Rian tried to hide the smile her affections brought on but she cupped his chin and raised his face to look at her. They might have stayed there for a while longer, basking in each other's embrace but their ears both pricked up at a sound in the distance.

"Brea? Brea? Where are you?"

"It's Seladon!" Brea hissed in surprise, panic driving her to her feet. The two dressed as quickly they could, helping each other straighten out their disarrayed wardrobes as Seladon's voice drew closer. They glanced at each other, still sweaty and disheveled but knew there was no more time before they were come upon.

"I'm here! I'm here, Seladon! What is it?" Brea called out after she stepped back outside. Rian slipped out a beat behind her to lean against the door frame, hoping to affect an air of casualness.

Before Seladon came upon them Brea turned back to him, reaching out to hold his hand in both of hers, "Rian, I just want you to know that we will get Deet back somehow. Do not give up hope that she will come back to us, and to you."

She slipped away from him to greet her sister, leaving him to marvel after the princess.
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