Dyre nodded and smirked. "I don't even want to dream." He said. "That just seems so.....magical."

"And unrealistic," Ataline said. "I mean... I'm sure it wouldn't exactly be kind to ask someone if we could ride them."

"You can ask me any time." He smirked and assured her. "Like tonight, or, maybe tomorrow morning." He chuckled.

Ataline laughed softly and nudged him. But she licked her lips and leaned over, catching his lips in a soft kiss. But she quickly deepened it.

Dyre smiled through the kiss and deepened his as well. She fell back with her on top, wrapping her arms around her.

Ataline smiled into the kiss and slipped one leg over the other side of him so she was fully on top. She knew, at least, that even if she didn't know how to give him her heart, she could fully give him her body.

Dyre curled back and moaned softly before rushing to take off her clothes. It was cold outside, but on their bedroom and with a blanket, they would soon warm up.

Ataline smiled and pulled off his shirt. She kissed him again and again, rolling to the side so he could pull off her leggings.

Dyre fiddled with his belt and laughed at the rush of it all. This was only going to be their second time too!

Ataline smiled and quickly took over for him, pulling his belt and then his pants off. She pulled him into a passionate kiss, letting him roll on top of her in the process.

Dyre covered them up quickly, falling over her. It wasn't long before their haste brought them to a prepared state. He exhaled softly as he began, letting himself free of all worry and burden. She was an amazing partner; their chemistry was unmatched.

Ataline moaned softly under him, slipping her leg up around his hip and pulling him closer. She slipped one of her hands under his, lacing her fingers with his own.

Dyre was breathing heavily, working up a sweat and heat. He moaned loudly, groaned and grunted. They didn't need to be quiet. Right?

Ataline smiled a bit as she pulled him into another kiss. She'd never been with anyone that made so much noise, but then again, most of her relations had happened with other people around, so it had naturally been silenced.

Dyre huffed and stopped though, feeling a piercing in his back. A sharp white hot pain shot through his side.
"Ge'up." A deep growling voice said. It had a rather thick accent. Someone from around here, perhaps.
Dyre froze, realizing a blade was poking into his back. He didn't want to move...he wasn't finished yet, and with a sword at his back it made it hard. Plus, he wanted to protect Ataline.
"Okay...just..."
"NOW!"
Dyre cringed and pulled out standing up. He was directed to the cart. Ivi neighed roughly, but the horses were being kept at bay by close to seven men.