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Strange Pairing	By : AbstractRainbow Category: A through F > The Dragonriders of Pern Views: 4575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Rider Lysceander!” A voice nearly bowled her over from the left and she skidded to a halt, having been on her way to the foot races. She turned and saw that girl, Xeora and her escort, the girl waving in an almost undignified manner to get her attention. “Oh, I was almost sure that I wouldn’t see you through the entire Gather! How fortunate. Would you mind terribly allowing Quinlan a break? I’m sure that he’d like to go to the games for a while, and they do bore me so.”
Lysceander sighed inwardly, but decided that it was better to appear the same cooperative, friendly rider that she had before. “Well, it would be an honor to play escort for a while. Please, call me Lys when we’re in a casual setting.” Quinlan gave her a very happy smile, only partially because of his eyes raking over her form now uncovered from the jacket, before darting away. “What shall we do first, mi’Lady Xeora? Shopping? The races? Dance square? I personally know that we’ve ten harpers directly from the craft hall, which of course doesn’t even account for our own two and those that came as guests.”
“You dance?” Xeora seemed extremely pleased, and began pulling her that way. “Quinlan has no sense of rhythm whatsoever! I’ve so been longing to dance.”
“Well, we mustn’t have you at a Gather without dancing, now can we?” Lysceander managed a proud and inviting voice as she led her toward an already filling dance square. She saw the Harper take notice of her, then begin laughing as she was dragged out to dance by the eager girl. At least Xeora was cute. “Now don’t go too fast for me, mi’Lady Xeora. I am only a fumble-footed dragonrider.”
“I’m sure that you’re very elegant, Lys. Please, call me Xeora.” She batted her eyes, and Lysceander suddenly gulped. Perhaps she’d seemed too friendly. They danced several rounds, then retired to a table for a set, to rest for a little. “So… um… Lys… you’re a bronze rider.”
“That’s funny, I’d assumed you’d figured that out by now.” Lysceander said with a wink and smile. Xeora only giggled. “Yes, yes I am.”
“Well… doesn’t that mean… well… when he rises to fly… bronzes mate queens…. And there are only female queen riders.” She said, turning quite pink. Lysceander managed to keep from blushing too much.
“Well…” She stammered out, pulling at the collar of her shirt. “Well, if the queen’s rider does not wish to have me in her bed, it is well known that she may have an alternate partner ready, usually another of the bronze riders that responded. They know I don’t take offense to it.”
“But you…” She blushed more, biting her lip coyly.
“I find nothing wrong with it.” Lysceander replied instead, taking a large sip of her wine. The girl mimicked it, then leaned in close, so that Lysceander was the only one who could hear her.
“Neither do I, and Jerra has indulged me occasionally, but she’s so afraid of being caught. It would supposedly be devastating for her position.” She whispered, then sat back, blushing deeply, and immediately bringing her wine cup to her lips again.
“Wine!” Lysceander croaked out in a small squeak to the server passing by. The boy immediately filled her goblet. “Thank you…. Would you do me a favor and ask the Masterharper to join me when he can? I’d like him to meet my friend.”
“You know the Masterharper?” Xeora asked with a bright grin, distracted from her thoughts supposedly. Lysceander only nodded nervously. “How wonderful. No wonder you knew that there would be such grand music here.”
It was only moments later that the Masterharper joined them with his journeyman, Gindam having been allowed to go and enjoy the festivities. “Masterharper, I would like you to meet young Lady Xeora, her accompanying young Lady Jerra. I have been allowed to play escort for the short while.”
“Lovely young woman. It is a pleasure to meet you.” The older man bowed to her before taking a seat, as did his quiet journeyman, who winked at Lys. “Are you enjoying yourself.”
“Very much. Lys is a wonderful escort. She’s been so kind to me.” Xeora said fondly. The harpers both immediately rose their brows at both girls, and Lysceander blushed again. “I was actually just about ready for another turn on the dance floor.”
“Oh please, if you’d allow me.” The journeyman said, standing and bowing. “Journeyman Willeng, at your service. I would love a dance with such a beautiful young woman, and I’m sure that they should catch up on things. The Masterharper did have some things he needed to discuss with Lysceander after all…” Welling trailed off as he walked away with Xeora, smiling and chattering.
“Ye gads! She hit on me…” Lysceander hissed, turning red again. The man only laughed. “She started with discussion about when Dreake rose for a queen, then when I made the mistake of admitting that I do not particularly find anything wrong with if the rider chooses not to have an alternative to myself, she…” Lys blushed brightly again, leaning over to whisper. “She said that she didn’t find anything wrong with it either and that she had experimented with Lady Jerra when they would not be able to be caught…. Oh dear, Bannithen, what am I to do now?”
“Well, do you find her attractive?” The Masterharper asked with a smirk. Lysceander’s eyes widened. “Come now, if she’s forward enough to say such things to you, and supposedly done such things before, it won’t be new. I hear from my harper there that there is a girl, matching her description, that acts the prude, and does not even gossip with the other ladies there, only sits to talk with Lady Jerra, who refuses to consort with the other ladies as well. Yet he sees signs that she is obviously familiar with several serving girls there on a strange basis.”
“Bannithen!” Lysceander nearly shrieked, barely keeping her tone to where it wouldn’t attract attention. His eyes sparkled. She’d never known the man to gossip.
“I’m not suggesting becoming loose, or creating a reputation for either of you… however, my girl, you must learn to loosen up. I swear, I’ve never met a dragonrider as tight as you are.” He winked, laughing at the indignant face she made. “Come now, do you find her attractive enough? It would be rather easy to secret her away for a while. Welling will make sure that her escort is busy.”
“You are a vicious, conniving man, Bannithen. A conniving man.” She grumbled, rolling her eyes, then smiled at the pair walking back toward them. “And that’s what I love about you. Thank-you again sir.”
“Oh good, I assume that you’ve had your talk?” Welling asked.
“Well, there are still more things to discuss, but they can wait. We mustn’t spend all our time with one rider. We’ve our duties after all.” The Masterharper said with a broad grin, standing and bowing to the girl. “Have fun you two. I’ll talk with you another time, Lysceander.”
“Farewell, Masterharper Bannithen.” Lysceander nodded her head at him, then was dragged out to the dance floor again. “He’s a kind man.”
“Very kind. It was an honor to meet him, even if only briefly.” She said with a fond smile up at Lysceander. “What were you talking about?”
“Weyr business mostly.” She shrugged non-commitally, then spun the girl. “You wanna go somewhere a little quieter? I’m getting a little bit of a headache. I think I might have mixed wines somewhere along the way in that short discussion we had.”
“Sure!” She said, her eyes sparkling, and Lysceander nearly burst out laughing. She merely giggled and walked around the others, making their way away from the crowd. Before long they were off across the way in the housing for the candidates, overseeing the hatching grounds. There were no eggs lain at the time, so there was no one to bother them.
“Much better. I swear, I could hear an echo of every voice bouncing around up here.” Lysceander tapped her head in demonstration. Xeora giggled, then leaned on the opening that overlooked the hatching sands. “That’s where I got Dreakenolianth. I was just watching the hatching you know… not one of the candidates…. He wouldn’t impress though, and when I was walking off the sands with the rest of the crowd, he plowed me over. I thought I’d been hit with a boulder. It took a while, but eventually we had things sorted out…. You know… dragon’s choice…”
“Can’t be swayed.” The girl nodded, smiling at the retelling of the story. She’d heard that riders often relived their impressments when at a hatching, or sometimes just watching the sands. She grinned and leaned a little closer, her hand straying to Lysceander’s side. She saw the blonde’s eyes widen as she probably felt Xeora’s hand moving slowly toward her rear. “Did you really just take me up here to get rid of your headache?”
Lysceander turned toward the girl with a raised brow, smirking slightly. “Well, I was kind of curious as to what exactly you’d do if we were alone after that little display at the table. I must say that I’ve never had a hold girl act like this before…”
“Well… you’re not pushing me away…” Xeora said with a seductive grin, inching closer slowly. She didn’t want to alarm Lysceander at all. She’d also heard that dragonriders felt threatened easily. Lysceander only watched as the girl wrapped arms around her midsection and pressed up against her. “So… are you going to respond? Or just stand there?”
Lysceander grinned and ducked her head slightly, brushing the girl’s lips with her own as she moved to press her against the wall. “And how would you like me to respond? Hold girls are supposed to be more innocent than that of weyrbred girls. You’re delicate, I’m afraid I might break you.”
“You sound like a man…” Xeora giggled. “Don’t worry about breaking me. I told you I’ve done this before.”
“I have the strength of a man… of course I’m going to be afraid to hurt you.” Lysceander whispered into her ear, then licked it. The girl squealed softly and giggled, then began nibbling on Lysceander’s neck. She let her own hands rest on Xeora’s sides, tackling her neck as well, then felt the girl bite down. “Sh… careful now. Don’t leave any visible marks. The last thing you need is to be known as someone who runs of with mysterious dragonriders.”
“Well then, we’ll just have to make marks that aren’t visible…” Xeora whispered out in a husky voice, rubbing herself against Lysceander. “And please don’t tell me that it’s going too far…”
“I didn’t.” Lysceander winked, then continued nibbling on the girl’s neck as she reached around to the front where the dress was fastened. “Tell me when to stop.”
“Won’t have to.” Xeora whispered back, pressing herself back against the rock wall now as Lys unfastened and opened her dress, and trailed her mouth down between the girl’s breasts. She licked at the middle underside of one, then bit down and sucked gently, making Xeora writhe around and hold her head in place. After a while, sure that she’d left her mark, she moved over to the nipple and sucked even more lightly there, then to the other. “Please… yes…”
“Just don’t make too much noise.” Lysceander whispered before trailing her mouth down the girl’s stomach to dip her tongue briefly into the indentation of her bellybutton. Xeora whimpered, holding tightly to a small outcropping above her. Lys quickly pulled the undergarments still in her way down, and took in the scent that awaited her. She let her fingers dance lightly over the flesh there, teasing. “Want me to stop now?”
“No… please…” Xeora whimpered, arching into her touch. “More…”
“Alright…” Lysceander grinned, trailing a single finger along the slick inner parts of the girl’s lips. Xeora shuddered, and Lys grinned more. She carefully moved her face forward and touched her tongue to the lips then, running it along their length and back, watching as the legs in front of her widened, spreading for her. She licked again, this time a little more firmly. Her tongue stopped and swirled around the tiny bud she found at the front, flickering over it and drawing a muffled cry out of Xeora. She lapped at it again, and received the same response. For several minutes she merely crouched there, trailing her tongue slowly over the slick surface and swirling it around the little bud, Xeora’s small cries growing more intense with each pass. She seemed to be sticking the what she was asked though, not getting too loud, and finally Lysceander grinned into her little treat and began putting more pressure wither tongue. A finger came up to caress the girl’s nub as her tongue trailed lower and circled the opening now glistening with juices. Then it darted in briefly before snaking back out. That elicited a tiny gasp and shudder from Xeora, who was now resorting to biting her lip. Lysceander grinned at this response and rubbed the girl’s clit in a steady pressure and rhythm as she began darting her tongue in and out in a snaking manner. Only a moment later Xeora shuddered and sagged, holding herself up only by her grip on the wall, cream spilling over Lysceander’s lips and mouth. “Was that what you wanted?”
“Mmm…” Was all that came from the girl for a moment, then she fell on Lysceander and kissed her passionately. “Can we do that again?”
Lysceander checked with Dreake to see how long they’d been gone and how Willeng was doing with the girl’s escort. The escort was suitably distracted for a while, but there were people that seemed to want to talk to Lys themselves. “Once more, Xeora, but it can’t take too long. We mustn’t be missed.”
“Good!” the girl grinned wickedly and quickly began undoing Lysceander’s pants. She only cooperated, watching curiously as one boot and leg was removed as the other just pooled around her ankle. Xeora lifted one leg to bend slightly, positioning her, then lay atop the bronze rider, grinning like mad. “I’m going to make you feel as good as you just did me…” She purred, unfastening the ties to the girl’s shirt and dipping it down to suck just below the collar bone. There was already a mark forming on her neck from being bitten earlier. Xeora quickly straddled the bent leg and placed a hand over Lysceander’s center, rubbing her entire body against the dragonrider. Lys moaned, grasping tightly to the girl on top of her, then groaned loudly as she felt two fingers slide easily into her and a thumb press hard against her clit.
“You’ve done this position before…” Lys mumbled out, staring directly into Xeora’s eyes. The girl nodded with a grin, only wondering absently when the blond rider had lost her virginity. She seemed to be reading the hold girl’s mind though. “Dreake flew a green before we returned to this Weyr, and the girl was very enthusiastic.”
Xeora giggled lightly, then began rocking her hips harder, her hand pumping from the motion of the rest of her body. Lysceander groaned and arched her head and body back, her own hips starting to respond as Xeora latched onto a patch of skin with her mouth again, thankfully one easily covered by fabric, and began riding her leg. Lysceander groaned and writhed against her, hips bucking quickly to met the small thrusts, and increasing the pressure on her partner. It only took moments before the girl on top of her was shuddering again, but she kept going. Before Lys knew it, she was shuddering with Xeora’s third time, but the girl kept going. By the time had gone through a forth, she seemed satisfied, and squirmed down to lick away all traces of what had just happened from Lysceander’s body. She, however, only grabbed a rag from one of the many beds in the candidate dorms that they’d neglected and wiped herself off. Lys grinned impishly as they both quickly righted themselves.
“You, my friend Lys, taste wonderful. And I would be very glad if somehow we managed this again. I don’t know if we’d be able to, but I would be very happy if we did.” The girl winked, then kissed her passionately again before taking her hand to join the gather again. “Did you have fun?”
“Quite.” Lysceander grinned and nodded, looking around. Xeora certainly looked a little dazed, though she’d managed to fix her dress and hair well enough. “I assume that you did as well. Oh and look, there’s Quinlan. Would you like to go back to him now?”
“I suppose that I must…” She said, her voice still a little distant. They reached the man, Willeng nodding and walking off before he was seen. “Quinlan, how are you? Did you have fun?”
“Very much so. I am terribly sorry that we ended up separating, mi’Lady. Rider Lysceander, thank you very much again.” He grinned and held out a hand. She shook it and nodded.
“It was truly my pleasure, sir. Xeora is marvelous company. I’m afraid that I must be off though. You two have fun.” Lysceander nodded, then winked at Xeora before walking away.

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