The Great Hollow; A New Frontier

El smirked lightly, keeping his eyes locked on to hers for only a brief few fleeting more moments before he broke it of his own accord to focus on the task at hand. he continued his sensual rubbing of her thighs, running them from the out in and inching them closer and closer to her honey pot, but never directly touching it. Slowly, he inched his face in, letting the heat of his breath tease her as she pushed his head closer to his meal, which he anticipated with licked lips and baited breath.

El knew what she wanted, or could at least tell what she was expecting, but he couldn't comply with all her demands so quickly. Though chivalrous, El did have a small rebellious streak, and there was no way that he wasn't going to tease someone like Tzita, who was clearly very used to always getting what she wanted. She find that fact harder to hold true if she continued to spend her time with El, even if he did seem to spoil her completely and utterly rotten.

He moved one of his hands from its stroking to the thin piece of cloth that covered the 'surprise inside' and used his index and middle finger to move the cloth aside, revealing the surprise. Happily he took in her scent and the warmth, inching ever closer by the squeeze of her legs and the push of her hand against the back of his head, before he stuck out his tongue and took a quick lick from the bottom right up to the hood of her bean. From there, he went to town, closing his eyes and working his tongue on her lips like he was giving her the sweetest, deepest kiss, almost like a professional.

He didn't speak, only focusing on the task at hand.

Tricks, El was positively sure that he could do enough of them to get the job done. For now, while he was keyed into giving her honey pot the deep tonguing of a lifetime, he was still holding back. His hands hadn't yet been integrated into the mix, nor had he actually penetrated her with his tongue. Instead, he licked her lips up and rolled his tongue around the hood of her bean in a figure 8 pattern, sure to alternate between the smooth underside of his tongue and rough top.

Slowly, he retracted his tongue, leaning back a small amount to finally introduce his fingers to the outer rim of her honey pot. He rolled them around, stroking in an up to down motion, while he finally looked up to lock eyes with the other predatory animal in the tent. "Fine, what do you want?" he asked, his fingers slow rubbing never stopping even as he carried on with conversation.

El did as was asking, stopping fingers so that he could stand. He didn't need his hands in order to accomplish that, he had enough physical strength to rise using just his legs even with the added weight of Tzita. A minuscule addition in the grand scheme of things, but a welcomed one.

With her toned core right before his eyes, El could stop his hands from wandering to her back to help keep her upright while he pressed his lips to her stomach for a kiss.

El tried his best not to be swallowed up by her enthusiasm, and rushed into her pace, but he couldn't help but find that his struggle was in vain. Not only was she positively mesmerizing, but her very allure demand that he follow her instructs to the tie, or risk displeasing her and never getting the chance again. Right now, in his mind, that was a fate worst than the death he'd experienced before being spirited away to this exotic world filled with new opportunities. The only opportunity that was important to him, however, was the moment here and now.

While Tzita dressed... provocatively, El's clothing was more refined and geared for combat. With belts and zippers and buttons, it was much harder for him to do what she said in a fashion that she was probably accustom. He'd been in such a rush to touch her, take the sweet scent of flowers and spices in up close, and have her that he didn't bother with undressing himself. A mistake, hopefully, he could easily remedy with drawing too much attention.

Reluctantly, he took his hands from her back and moved them to fiddle at the belts slung across his waist. There were two; one specifically for holding Durandal, who was suspiciously absent, and the other for, well, holding his trousers up. Durandal's belt was always the easiest. It dropped to the floor with a light thud before he focused on the much harder of the two barriers.

Shit.

He cursed, yanking at the end of the belt to pull it lose, but even with all the super strength granted to him by his gift from the sun this belt was a worthy adversary. "Um... this is gonna sound awkward but..." He smiled as best he could, looking into Tzita's glistening eyes with a small tinge of embarrassment, "my belt is stuck."

All El could offer was an embarrassed and apologetic smile. For as smooth a process as he was trying to make this, it was inevitable that he'd hit a snag eventually. He could admit that he was... a little nervous, but it just didn't show. The curse of the blessing of the Taurus made him move a bit faster than he was usually accustom and Tzita hadn't really helped with that either.

He breathed a sigh of relief though, closing his eyes briefly to regain his composure. At this point, there was no way he could screw this up since they were pretty much at the home stretch. Once freed of his pants, he pressed against her bottom standing at full mast without actually having lowered her down any. Admittedly, the blessing had helped him in regards to size. Obviously, he was unnatural for a human male. Upon his return to this world he was, basically, made close to the perfect specimen for a Bostaurus male, and had a perfect mixture between efficiency and size. Pleasure... was always in the eye of the beholder.

He placed a hand to her hip, holding her tightly so he could effectively lower her, while he gripped himself with his other hand. He leaned close, laying sweet kisses to her neck, while he carefully positioned himself and gently entered her as she'd asked.

El knew, he knew that they needed to be up and about perhaps hours before he finally heard the morning birds singing. There sweet songs, though refreshing and clear hints of the morning's beautiful glow, were a rude reminder that he... was a little sore. Never had laying with a woman if our knight king tender, but Tzita was like and insatiable beast once she had really gotten started. It was only by the grace of the Taurus spirit, which he thanked with all his body parts, and the power of the sun that he was able to physical outlast her... even if only by a couple of seconds.

He groaned, turning over, towards Tzita's morning time moans and breathes of, what he could only assume as, sexual satisfaction, and lifted his tree trunk of an arm to place it upon her and restrict her movement. "Ssh... five more... minutes..." He whimpered, pleadingly, scooting her head close enough to rest it upon her shoulder.

El was able to rest peacefully, once Tzita had stopped her fidgeting and snuggled into him. He couldn't be sure if she planned to sleep more as well, but it didn't matter. He was tired, and that meant several difference things. The most important thing it meant was that Tzita had exhausted him of the excess solar radiation he had and sleeping, with the sun high in the sky and its heat permeating the tent, greatly helped in replenishing him.

The extra five minutes brought him to a state in which he could be effective in combat and could be properly chipper this morning. It was like having a cup of strongly brewed coffee with a double shot of espresso. El's eyes shot open and he manuevered to slip out of Tzita's grip, and vice versa, so he could stand and stretch.

"Ugh..." El groaned, stretching his arms towards the sky until he sighed with a soothing breath as a feeling a relief washed over him. The muscles on his back rippled and bulged as he rolled his arms, and any scratches and bruises from last night seemed to heal themselves when the light of the sun shone upon his back.

He peeked over his shoulder, hoping to see Tzita stir, but not even him removing himself had caused her to shift positions. She had gone back to sleep after all, he nodded his head in approval. Chances were they both needed the rest, just him probably less so now that the sun had risen.

"I'll let her sleep a little longer."

He whispered to no one in particular, moving to exit the tent, bare and natural. They were square in the middle of mother nature, far from human civilization, and dressing didn't seem necessary. It'd be much easier to snatch fish out of the small stream nearby if he didn't have to worry about his pants getting soaked.

El exited the tent into the refreshing sunshine of a brand new day. He had to shield his eyes in order to look towards the sun, which gleamed brightly down upon him, rejuvenating him much more than any amount of sleep ever could. "That feels great." He breathed sigh of blissful relief before walking towards the fire pit.

A short time after El left to do things outside, Tzita would finally rise, letting her exceptionally large breasts spill over the covers and out into plain sight rather carelessly in the privacy of the tent, then lift her arm up to call her rather few garbs of clothing over to herself from where they'd been, hovering to her hands so that she could dress herself. "... I feel weird," she muttered to herself, placing her top on, which hugged her chest and revealed her cleavage and exposed her fit body. It spilled over to her sides slightly, something like very short coattails, which would only just barely fall below her waist, to give the illusion that she were wearing more than she actually was. "... I can't shake it." She didn't want to go outside and interact with El until she was sure she was free of this feeling... And she hoped it wouldn't be long, at this point. She slipped on her elegant thong next, not even bothering to stand in order to do so, and was barely focused, as if she weren't even there. She wouldn't put her boots back on, but would instead remain upright and looking down, still thinking. "... I'd better get it together soon..." she said aloud, trying to shake the feeling off.

They were lucky that it hadn't rained, or the fire pit would have been destroyed. Luckily El hadn't left enough fire wood burning for the fire to grow out uncontrollable. Still, Tzita had distracted him so well that... he had left the fire burning over night. A safety hazard that shouldn't have been left overlooked, but he just couldn't ignore the call of that... chocolate skin, those luscious lips, lengthy legs and shapely...

"Ahem!" El cleared his throat, coughing into his fist as he poked around in the ashes with a stick. He nearly lost himself to daydreaming, and knew he needed to keep working in order to distract himself from fantasizing. He nodded, affirming that the fire pit could still be used in its current state, and stood to collect the spare logs he'd left laying around just in case they needed them. Once he had, he tossed them in the pit with a small amount of kindling, and sparked up a small flame that soon grew into a roaring fire. While last nights campfire was for warmth, that hadn't been needed for obvious reasons, this new fire was for cooking. El made sure to stay a safe distance away, or risk getting burned. Though, he couldn't get burned in the first place.

Curiously, he glanced at the tent, only briefly, to see if there were any signs of Tzita stirring. He decided not to use his super hearing to spy on her, knowing it would be an invasion of privacy, but he couldn't help but be curious about what was going on. Eventually, he shrugged it off, figuring she was just really tired, and moved towards the stream in order to begin snatching the main course of their breakfast out of the water.