An Education in the Flightroom

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 25th February 2019

Characters: Ma'din, Tarley
Description: Tarley is introduced to many firsts when Ma'din wins Monicath's first flight.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 8, day 23 of Turn 9

Ma'din

Even though it was Monicath's first time rising, Tarley had grown up
in the Weyr around enough dragonriders to know the kinds of signals
that her nearly glowing green was throwing off. The greenrider's
vibrant red hair was already coming loose from its braid over her
shoulder as she jogged down from her weyr to the flightrooms. Her eyes
scanned the room as she entered, finding that a few male riders were
already there. She hadn't been nervous before but something about the
looks in their eyes made a shiver race down her spine.

}:We have nothing to fear,:{ Monicath urged her in a sensuous tone
that Tarley had never heard her use. }:We cannot be caught!:{ The
green hissed as she leaped into the sky, a streaking green arrow
across the heavy snow clouds.

}: She will be mine! :{ Aznith burst into the air after Monicath,
whirling eyes locked onto the green streak.

**Here goes another one.** Ma'din mentally sighed. Aznith had taken to
trying to fly every green that he could and though he didn't always
catch, Ma'din certainly didn't need his brown's assistance in finding
a bed partner. Jogging down to the flightroom, he took his place in
the half-circle and eyed the young woman. **Weyrling. Mmm...** He
enjoyed weyrlings actually, many were so...fresh.

Monicath wove through the clouds of snow enjoying, for a moment, the
solitude of the skies. The white world around her was all hers. Until
a nimble blue tried to snatch her by lunging at her from her left
flank.

}:Too slow,:{ the green snarled scornfully at the blue as she tucked
her wings and dive-rolled away. Unfurling her wings to slow her
descent, Monicath used the length of her tail to negotiate a sharp
turn and then begin flying higher into the skies once more.

Aznith wasn't acrobatic, but he was steady and he had stamina. He
could wait out Monicath's acrobatics until she tired. He ignored the
blue's snatching grab and banked, following the green upwards. He
crooned towards her, encouraging her to notice him as he let the light
of Rukbat play attractively over his wings.

The brown caught Monicath's attention, the way his hide seemed to be
glistening from the clouds they had flown through. He also hadn't been
silly and naive like the blue had been. }:Catch me.:{ she called to
Aznith as she tucked her wings and fell toward him.

Aznith caught the green before she fell too far and with a rumble of
triumph, coiled around her in a mating tangle then spread his wings to
catch their weight.

Ma'din surged forward to claim his own prize, sweeping the girl up
into his arms and claiming her mouth with a savage, triumphant kiss of
his own. She was his.

**

Tarley considered herself a fit person, she exercised regularly, even
without drills or Wing practice, but she found herself gasping for
breath and covered in a glow of sweat as the ceiling of the flightroom
whirled back into sight. The muscles in her thighs and arms burned
from use, but the pleasant high they'd risen to hadn't completed faded
yet.

Ma'din's head drooped against the greenrider's shoulder, his arms
barely supporting his weight before he rolled off of her and slumped
back beside her. He exhaled with a satisfied groan and lifted his arms
over his head in a luxuriant stretch.

As euphoria faded Tarley began to notice throbbing in different places
on her body. Glancing at her left bicep she saw red marks in the shape
of a man's hand that would likely turn to bruises. She didn't bother
looking further, she would inspect herself more when she got back to
her own weyr. Back when their greens had gotten old enough to start
Rising, she and some of the other girls had whispered about who they
might like to win their first flight, a common name among them for who
they _didn't_ want was Ma'din. Being from River Bluff, Tarley hadn't
really known why they said his name. Were other first flights
different from this?

Finally rolling his head to look at her, Ma'din's eyes locked onto her
face and one side of his lip lifted in sensual satisfaction. Heat from
the residual lust still played about in his eyes as his gaze slid over
her. "Very good flight, weyrling. You're very limber."

Tarley swiped a strand of her fiery red hair out of her face, "I'm not
a weyrling, and thank you, I try to take care of my body." She curled
onto her side, facing him, so she could see him better. He didn't look
as scary as everyone had made him out to be. Even as the thought
crossed her mind she felt a little stinging on the back of her thigh
beneath the swell of her butt. She skimmed her fingers over the
place... Was that a bite mark?

"Ah...that's right. You graduated." He shrugged, but still looked
pleased, both with himself and her. "I can tell. " He rolled on his
own side to face her, lifting one hand to trail a finger down her leg.
"I think I recall that your ankles went right over my shoulders
perfectly. That's a talent."

Just a hint of a blush spread to her cheeks, but the look in her eyes was still confident. "Thank you." She reached out to check on her lifemate. "Monicath is very pleased." And truth be told, she wasn't displeased. From the little marks that were showing on her body she wasn't quite sure she'd ever had a bed partner like Ma'din, but she wasn't complaining.

"As a matter of fact..." Ma'din's hand slid to rest right over the swell of her hip, "I'd like to see just how limber you are." Residual flight lust lingered and reminded him that there was still plenty of time to explore this new interest.

There was a flutter of nerves right in the pit of her stomach when Ma'din looked at her like that but there was also a curiosity to know what else the brownrider had planned. "Then let's put it to the test," she agreed.

**

By the time Ma'din had finished with the young greenrider and over a period of four candlemarks, he had marked her neck, back, hips, and inner thighs with both lovebites and fingerprint bruises from where had gripped her a bit too tightly. She had proven both limber and surprisingly willing to keep up, but he was also quite certain that she would be sore and walking funny the next day. He laid beside her, flushed and sweaty from exertion.

Tarley had thought that it would never end, and yet in some ways she wished it hadn't. It was a confusing swirl of things she had _never_ done before, coupled with what had been some very satisfying pleasure. Her joints felt sore in areas from the demanding positions Ma'din had placed her in but it had always been just enough pain to also be pleasurable. "I'm even more limber than I thought," she said.

That brought a chuckle and a pat on her bottom. "I'm impressed." He sat up and stretched, twisting from side to side. His back gave a satisfying series of pops and he sighed. "Well, if you're ever up for more, come find me. I'll be glad to keep you occupied." He paused, then turned to look at her. "What's your name again?"

The redhead smiled, "Tarley."

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