Freak Out [MATURE; Gin, Open]

[Yoki Chepi-Isi]

Yoki was running about blindly still, crashing into the celestials tents this time and kicking at everyone around her. She headed towards Hatulan although still blinded by fear. She was going to run into him when a jolt of electricity went through her body. She fell to the ground in her mortal form crying and whimpering. She tried to pick up her nude tanned body but she was sobbing to heavily to do so. She cried out again, "They killed him!"

[Kouzetsu Gin]

Gin was so deeply immersed inside of Amelia, he could not distinguish himself from her body. Her straddling filling the Ha-ou with immense pleasure, his shaft rubbing against the walls of her most intimate area. Amelia felt so wet and so warm, switching from the physical contact to the the humid night air as she rose and sunk her body on top of Gin's member, causing Gin to grasp her hips and pulling her closer, grinding his pelvic region against her own as his buttocks were lifted from the sheet, meeting her rhythmic movements with his upward thrusts, stopping after a large shadow cast in front of his tent, causing Amelia to expel obscenities and stop in shock of the image.

Gin continued to lift his head, picking up on the voices outside, hearing both Orenji and Aoi having quelled the disturbance, the large wingspan native to a wingspan, the deep gravely voice reminiscent of Haulan, Rosey's companion and guest at the camp. The cause of which Gin would get to the bottom of come the morning. Assured that the ruckus had come to a cease, Gin looked up a Amelia's breast, blushing in both pleasure and surprised and smiled as his forehead was beaded with sweat. Grabbing her hair wildly, Gin brought her face to meet his own, sliding himself inside her at an angle to stroke the familiar ridge of softness rapidly, his swollen member now rigid inside of the Fae vixen. "I believe you have more important matters to attend to..." Gin said, gripping her waist tightly, powerfully thrusting himself inside her tender warm body, her moisture spilling onto his lower body, the collision of their flesh the only sounds in the tent outside of deep breaths and the creaking of Gin's bed.

He focus on her body, feeling the top portion of his erect member sliding in and out of Amelia, his hands firmly holding her thin waist against himself, pressing his waist upward as his back was now arched. He could feel her body clenching again, growing more moist as he expanding inside her, the back of his head buried into the pillow as his breath continued to become more shallow with each thrust.

[Isurugi Amelia]

The shocking image cast on the tent seemed not to have bothered Gin too much since he continued thrusting into her after he was certain there was no problem. She figure that if it didn't bother Gin, then it was ok. Amelia giggled as Gin pulled her so she was close to his face and gave him a deep kiss. He now changed the angle of his penetration to where it was hitting the same sweet spot before the change in position, making her moan in pleasure. Her hands were on Gin's chest, holding her weight even though she had little weight to her while her back was arched and her chest out. She started to dig her nails into his chest as she felt like she was about to lose control of herself.

She continued to move her hips along with Gin's; there skin bumping and rubbing against each other. She a hard time calling out his name from all the heavy breathing she was doing. She looked down onto Gin's body and saw his muscles tensing up and how she was clawing his chest, though she figured he wasn't bothered by it. She took one of her hand and brush her hair away from his face and let her hand hand travel down her neck to her breast where she started to play with herself.

[Hatulan]

It pained Hatulan greatly to see Yoki fall to the ground in such a manner, even though he knew in his heart that it couldn't be helped.
He curled his wings protectively around her and lowered his head, roaring a warning to the others as he crouched over her prone form.
Not thinking of why he was doing so, Hatulan scooped Yoki up in his claw as he drew in the surrounding air to him, raising his wings high.
As the pressure of air around him increased, he brought his wings down, lifting his body into the air.
The sudden vortex ring sent a wave of displaced air into the surrounding tents, shaking the farther ones, and knocking down the near ones.
But he didn't care anymore; all he cared about was Yoki.

He headed for the Gate.

[Einjheriar]

Aoi was reluctant to have seriously injured the girl, but her actions would stem to compromise the peace in the barrack Gin so adamantly charge he and his partner Orenji with preserving. With a wave of his hand, he dissipated the electrical current on his blade and sheathed the weapon, watching as the Dragon Hatulan scooped his with his talons, Orenji walking up behind, shouldering his weapon as his wind magic receded as well. To both their frustration, the dragon continued to disturb the tent arrangement, his flapping wing, knocking over tents and disturbing other, many of their Celestial counter parts now emerging frustrated at their disturbed rest.

"Stop making such a mess you god damned idiot lizard." Aoi yelled to the seemingly uncaring dragon his jeers accompanied by similar complaints as the grounded Celestial voice their opinions, many of the partly dressed or nude, no longer protected by the privacy of their modest tent covering.

"We have to do something or Gin's gonna come out of his tne t and were all done after that." Orenji whispered in Aoi ear, the blue haired young man turning to his partner annoyed more than anything else.

"What is he gonna do? This is totally not our fault, we stopped the girl and the flying handbag messes up ten times the amount of stuff, at this point Gin could kill me and I wouldn't even care." Aoi said continuing to look skyward as they head for the gate. "Come with me Orenji." Aoi said, enchanting them both with a Light based, allowing them to travel to the gate to met the speedy dragon their. When they arrived, they kept their weapons holstered, and Aoi prepared to speak, but Orenji stopped, and proceeded to speak in his place.

"I must ask you to stop, no is permitted to leave these camp ground unless authorized by the Ha-ou himself. If you leave now, it will arouse suspicion, and the young woman who placed herself on the Ha-ou's bad side will be placed under further scrutiny." Orenji said in a humble, yet serious tone, hoping his words would stop the Dragon from fleeing. "If you place her down, we shall see to it that she does receive medical treatment.

[Hatulan]

Hatulan was not surprised that the Einjheriar met him at the Gate, though he was mildly surprised he was aware of the fact that he wasn't.
It was enough to make him hesitate before proceeding through the Gate, damning their demands.
Instead, he came to rest before them, Yoki still cradled within his grasp.

"I asked that she not be harmed," he stated accusingly, "she would not need medical attention unless you're trying to tell me your attack was not restrained."
"But besides that," he continued, since he did not believe that a Celestial being was capable of a Mortal's folly, "I did not intend to take her away from here for that."
"I intend to bring her to Queen Na'ame."
He used the present tense of the word, in order to warn the two Einjheriar that he was not immediately going to head back to the camp.

"Clearly something has frightened her, scared her into her hysterics," he said.
"The Queen's daughters might be able to help, but I believe this is a matter for someone of greater experience and maturity-"
He did not give a chance to let the Celestials interrupt him, and he hoped that mentioning the Queen's daughters and maturity in the same sentence would be enough of a hint to how much confidence he had in the two.
"-and while the Ha-ou would be an obvious choice, it makes no sense to me to have the commander-in-chief tied up with something that can be taken care of by someone else."

He didn't add the fact that he had caught the unmistakable scent of that trollop Amelia when he summoned the wind to aid his departure.
In the Mortal Realm or Heaven, that particular smell was universal, in his opinion.
The smell of a wanton floozy in heat, getting her satisfaction.

[Kouzetsu Gin]

Each and every further scape of his flesh sent Gin more and more into the troughs of passion, her pristine fingers dug deep into his pectorals as his hands still remained attached to her hips, his deeply rhythmic and penetrating thrusts alternated by his grinding his hips into her, stroking her warm insides while his grinding provided the attention to her more external androgynous zones. The back of his head was all but buried into his pillow, her face meeting his own as she moved his hair with a movement of her hand, grasping her own breasts in erotic delight.

As beautiful as Amelia was, the intense contractions from his muscles and the cocktail of sexual chemicals in his system causes Gin to have moments where he could barely keep his own eyes open, clenching in an effort to maintain the heated coital collisions between the two of them, Gin removing Amelia's hand the suck upon her tender breasts, the excitement causing her small pink nipples to stand out, his tongue caressing the small mounds of bumped flesh that consisted of her areola. His other hands ran his finger nails down the curve of her slender back, almost tickling her skin as his nimble digits ran down her spine, as the need climax barred down on his soul with each passing moment.

Time slipped away, and it seemed the light of dawn began to creep into the Ha-ou's tent, a small ray shining near the post his bed. As he began to go through the motions of his next climax, he looked up to see the light reflecting of Ameila's reddened and moist skin, the beads of sweat shimmering like pearls all over her body. Throwing her back with a quick thrust to readjust himself, Gin planted his head into his pillow and began to lose control of the mounting eruption that burgeoned inside his loins. Simply thrusting now, his power motions filled the room with a symphony of carnal music, the slaps of flesh accompanied by the slippery noise of their bodies moving and smashing against each other.

Deeper and deeper he could feel each inch of his fully erected shaft inside his lover, and as the nectar from he flower spilled onto him, he continued to pound into her, his buttocks raised from the bed, the movement growing sharper, the frequency faster and faster as his grip on his hips was now vice like, his breath growing more and more shallow. It was then his erotic barrier was breached once again, the contractions of his swollen member to strong to be fought against and as each and every fiber of muscle tense, Gin looked upon his lover despite the sweat in his eyes, and as he climaxed it seemed he beheld the moist precious of all jewels in creation. Gin then exhaled as loud and ferocious as before, expelling every drop of fluid he still held within, the volume less in quantity than before flowing inside Amelia, but his contractions and thrusting were twice as powerful.

With the last of his thrusts to finish his deed, Gin grinding against Amelia, still holding her waist until every ounce of strength he had diminished, his strong hands falling to his sides onto the bed, as he breathed deeply, heaving his chest as he turned his head to the side, a smile as large as he could muster present on his face as he closed his eyes in both physical rapture and fatigue.

[Einjheriar]

Aoi grew angry at the Dragons comment, lightly shoving Orenji out of the way to verbally express his discontent. "I don't hurt people, I kill em'. That girl is lucky, I overloaded her senses with a mild current to inoculate her, she ain't bleeding and it wasn't enough to cause internal damage, if you did anything besides make more of a mess you'd see that you scaly idiot." Aoi roared back at the Dragon who began to turn away from him and Orenji, reaching to grab his weapon as Orenji's hand forced the minuscule amount of unsheathed sword back.

Orenji listened to the Dragon's words, and they were very sound, if any one could help the young girl, it would those most familiar with her. "You reasoning is sound enough Dragon, but do know that this breach in security will not sit well with Gin, despite whatever experience you imply we lack, we are trusted enough by our leader to see his will be done. If you must leave, go with the understanding that this will be reported, my apologizes if we never meet again." Orenji said, breathing a sigh as he turned Aoi back toward the camp, the morning suns creeping up in the distance, their light providing a orange hue beneath the darker sky.

[Yoki Chepi-Isi]

Even though she was picked up by Hatulan, she wasn't comforted by him grabbing her. She was still sobbing and quietly murmuring the same thing she was screaming out throughout the camp. She wasn't paying attention to what was being said between Hatulan and the Einjheriar, she was still replaying the flashback over and over in her head. That was until she heard Faerie Queen's name. She started thinking about how the Queen provided a place for to stay with her people since she was ousted out of the village by her father.

She then heard them talking about going somewhere and thats when she head got cleared up a little. "No," she said quietly shaking her head as best as she could, "no...where's Rosey? I want Rosey." She tried to move but she felt a dull pain throughout her body and she winced.

[Hatulan]

Time seemed to stretch for Hatulan, confronted with the Einjheriar's explanation of the consequences of the attack on Yoki, and leaving HEaven.
He took long breaths as he thought, the large inhalations and exhalations swirling the two guards' hair and clothing.
Yoki's moaning ramblings sealed the deal for him, bringing him to his senses; Na'ame might be able to better help, but the camp was closer.
Speed was of the essence.

His mind settled, Hatulan reared up and turned away from the Einherjars, extending his wings once more to take to the air.
In no time at all, he'd crossed the distance beck to the camp, circling only long enough to recognize the tent pennant that identified the medical services, and descending.
Before touching down, he gradually shifted his form into the Mortal one, still cradling Yoki in his arms.