#Haurchefant x Ger

[ladyramora]

The Consequences Of Catching Villains

Kaoru (Nonbinary Miqo'te WoL) x Villain Haurchefant PWP ❤️

Final Fantasy XIV, Heroes and Villains AU

Nonbinary Character,Trans Character, Kaoru Has Top Surgery Scars (Breast Removal), Miqo'te Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Named Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), They/Them pronouns for Kaoru Yasugo!!, Nonbinary Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV)

Relationships: Kaoru Yasugo (FFXIV OC)/Haurchefant Greystone, Haurchefant Greystone/Warrior of Light

Characters: Kaoru Yasugo (FFXIV OC), Haurchefant Greystone, Germanotta "Ger" Lionheart (FFXIV OC)

Additional Tags: Villain!Haurchefant, Size Difference. Oral Sex, Overstimulation, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Pet Names, For the purposes of this fic - the use of the pet name "kitten" is a bit demeaning for miqo'te, Haurchefant uses the petname "kitten" affectionately, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cum Eating, safe words, The Safe Word is "Dragonhead", Asphyxiation, Choking. Love Confessions. Obsessive Behavior, Cumming While Soft, What's A Refractory Period?, Unrealistic sex maybe but this is fantasy, Sex While Haurchefant is Flaccid. He just came. It's not a perfomance issue I promise!!, Grinding, Dry Humping, Is it dry humping if they're both naked and messy, This Will Be A Series, Explicit Sexual Content, Body Worship

Kaoru knew they probably should have cut their losses and turned around as soon as they saw Greystone slip into a dark, nondescript alleyway. Certainly so as soon as their quarry disappeared behind a lone door on the side of a shady looking building. It seemed like blind luck that they had caught sight of him at all, walking the streets of Limsa Lominsa. So they had followed him, successfully tailing him throughout the city to where they find themselves now: an exceedingly seedy establishment.

What was more surprising was the lack of security here. No secret password, not a soul guarding the door. Kaoru had slipped right on in, following behind their villain, and spotted him making his way through the crowd deeper and deeper into the first room.

The lighting was dim, the air of the room heavy with smoke and the smell of alcohol. The shadows seemed to swallow up all the light, making it seem all the more eerie and dangerous.

They clutch at the cloak they wore, tugging the cowl down over their head as the eyes of several well known villains look their way.

Kaoru does not allow their sudden nerves to put a stop to their mission, their eyes sweeping the room and catching sight of Greystone as he weaves through the crowd.

They hurry after him, their eyes trained on him, feline ears perked under their hood and their tail hanging low.

A miqo'te stalking prey…

Unfortunately, they do not pay enough attention to their surroundings with their focus narrowed down to Greystone, and find themselves smacking into the person who suddenly appears in front of them.

Kaoru grunts, stumbling back and clutching their hood so it doesn't slide off their head. In doing so, they step on the back of their own cloak, upsetting their balance and nearly falling back when a pair of hands snag their arms and pull them upright.

Their wide eyed stare catches and holds on a pair of piercing grey eyes as they gaze into the face of Greystone's right hand woman, the Lion.

A female midlander of average height with fiery red hair and piercing grey eyes, the Lion had a commanding presence. There seemed to be a sense of carefully restrained power about her that never failed to make Kaoru's fur prickle with awareness.

The Lion's face is blank of emotion as it usually was, her thoughts and feelings at finding Kaoru here a mystery.

At least until she says in her usual calm, low voice, "You should not be here."

Kaoru straightens up, so close that they were nearly in the woman's arms with the Lion standing near enough to speak to them over the din of the room. It was only fortunate that they were of similar height and build, so Kaoru need not strain their neck to look into her eyes.

The woman was only a few ilms taller than them, at least.

"Ger," Kaoru greets, knowing how to call her thanks to Greystone. "I was just—" They start to say, only for Ger to interrupt.

"—Following my lord Haurchefant?" Ger asks with a tilt of her head, the intense red of her wild mane lit like flames under the dim glow of the lighting of this seedy establishment. She reaches out, nonchalantly, to straighten Kaoru's cloak. She tugs sharply at their collar and sweeps the fabric over their shoulders as she warns them, "Do be careful here, hero. You walk straight into a lion's den."

Kaoru flashes a grin. "But are you not the Lion? Is it not you I should be most wary of?"

Ger gives a low hum at their cheek, the backs of her fingers perhaps incidentally brushing Kaoru's face. Near enough stroking along the soft brown of their markings as she smooths out the wrinkles of their cowl. It was too purposeful to Kaoru to be mistaken as mere accidental touch, but to any onlookers it might appear so.

"You are safe from this lion, Kaoru. For now, at least. The fondness my lord has for you grants you a certain measure of protection. From myself or any other who would wish you harm."

Kaoru bites back the impulse to say they do not need protection. "Well, good to know."

They clear their throat then, adding, "I should probably get going…" as they attempt to furtively glance over Ger's shoulder, searching for that familiar flash of silvery-blue hair, but Greystone had disappeared.

"Do not think I doubt your capabilities. I know who you are," Ger says as she steps smoothly around them, her face hovering near their cheek.

Kaoru was distracted for a moment by the comforting warmth she gave off in the uneasy chill of this place; the faint scent of something earthy and sweet wafting from her, like lemongrass, leather, and expensive hard candies that only nobles could possibly afford.

She pointed her finger in the direction of a darkened corner that looked to house a hallway, her breath a soft puff of air on their skin that made them shiver, "Go that way to find what you seek."

Kaoru looks in the direction she points, and when they look back to offer their thanks, Ger is gone.

Hah. How mysterious.

Kaoru never could understand Greystone's right hand. Ger claimed unshakeable loyalty to Haurchefant, but always seemed willing to help Kaoru, the would-be enemy of the both of them.

Kaoru shakes their head and presses forward. They had a villain to track down.

….

The hallway leads deeper into the so-called lion's den, and Kaoru does their best not to draw more attention. They knew they surely looked suspicious, wearing a cloak in this establishment, but perhaps any curious onlookers thought them to be a client seeking the employment of a certain villain.

There seem to be no doors in this hallway, but rooms sectioned off by curtains. The hum in the air tells of sound dampening magicks, to keep conversations private. Kaoru gives a guess and picks a curtain to peek behind. Their ears perked under their hood with the sound of voices.

Kaoru's heart thunders and they hold their breath, not wishing to be found eavesdropping. To start a fight here would be to take on every villain within the area once they knew a hero was in their midst.

As they try to hold still and quiet their breathing, a shadow sneaks up on them from behind. A hand creeping forward from the darkness, reaching out over their shoulder to slide firm over their mouth, silencing their sound of alarm before they can make it. An arm like an iron band winds itself around their waist as they tense up and prepare to struggle, to fight if need be.

In one smooth motion they find themselves pulled up against the body behind them, then pushed forward and pinned against the wall. Aught to stop them from squirming, they surmise, as a familiar voice purrs in their feline ear through the fabric of their cloak, "Well, what have we here? A cute little kitten that has come to play with me?"

Kaoru should be concerned about how their tense muscles instantly loosen with the sound of his voice. Practically falling limp in the cage of Greystone's arms as the relief of his presence has them immediately much more at ease.

Kaoru tries to speak, squirming and mumbling into the firm press of his palm over their mouth, only to fall still and quiet as Greystone dips his head near their cheek and shushes them.

"Hush now, my dear," Greystone's voice is a smooth, velvety whisper. His fingers press into their jaw as he tips their head back and buries his face in the fall of fabric covering their shoulder and neck. "Hahh, how I've missed you, my cute little hero. My adorable kitten."

Kaoru feels suddenly too warm in their layers. Their cheeks flush hot, hearing the affection and blatant yearning in Greystone's voice.

He had been a flirt from the very start, admiring and intense even though Kaoru had come to apprehend him. It had thrown Kaoru off balance, flustered them. To be called "kitten" as a miqo'te was usually something considered demeaning—they were a proud feline race, after all; he might as well be calling them baby—but hearing it so obviously sweetly meant from Greystone's lips made Kaoru feel strange in a way that was not unpleasant. It always left them feeling hot, and tingly.

All his affection and flirtation ever made Kaoru's heart pound, their skin flushed warm. Oft times accompanied by something of a throb in their lower belly, aught that made them press their thighs together just to ease the ache.

"How long has it been? A fortnight? A moon?" Greystone muses still in that low, soft whisper, and Kaoru's feline ears twitch under their cowl with the phantom feeling of his breath. Aught that they do end up truly feeling as Haurchefant tugs their hood back, catching the fabric with his teeth and sending it falling free to bunch at Kaoru's shoulders.

His lips brush the fine, velvety fur of Kaoru's ear as he hummed in thought.

Kaoru shudders with the feeling, making a small sound into the palm of his hand.

"Far too long since I have been graced with the loveliness of your visage. I should like nothing more than to gaze upon that face of yours. May I, sweetheart?" His voice made them shiver, his body so warm where it was pressed up against them. Kaoru can only nod their head, their mouth still covered by his hand.

Greystone gives a soft, content sound at their acquiescence. Pulling away from them for a moment as he set them down. Kaoru feels a little bit wobbly kneed as their feet once again meet the floor, so they rest their forehead against the wall to try to find their bearings.

All for naught as Greystone grasps their shoulder and spins them around to face him. One of his hands resting just above their shoulder as he presses the pointer finger of his other hand to his darkly glossed lips in signal to remain quiet. His eyes are a deep, compelling blue that glitter like glimmering gems. Kaoru could not croak out a word if they wanted to, so caught do they find themselves in the intensity of his gaze.

His darkly painted lips curve into a grin, his eyes flickering away from them for a few moments as his elezen ears twitch and listen for sounds that even a miqo'te might not hear.

Kaoru could not help but notice that alongside his usual clasps, he wore a pair of eye-catching, dangling earrings that gleamed in the light.

They suited him very well.

With his silvery-blue hair slicked back as he seemed to favor wearing it, his ears were more prominent. Large, pointed, and elegant. Kaoru wondered if they were as sensitive as their own ears were.

Kaoru's cheeks burn. What were they thinking? Certainly not about touching Greystone's ears, or, or… k—kissing them…

Kaoru's eyes squeeze closed with bashful feelings at the thought, let alone picturing it. Their fingers caressing his ears, followed by the press of their lips. Their head shakes, their cheeks burning hot.

"As I thought," Greystone says in a low, quiet voice.

Kaoru cracks one eye open. "What?" They say, forgetting to measure their voice.

Greystone presses his finger to their lips, shushing them. His pretty eyes intent on their face as he leans close. His arm lifts to rest over their head as he trails his fingertip over their lips and chin to tilt their head up with his finger under their jaw. "You are a sight for sore eyes, my dear."

Kaoru forgets entirely what their purpose had been in following him here as Greystone's thumb sweeps over their bottom lip and presses inward to expose a peek of their bottom teeth. Their throat visibly bobs as they swallow hard, any plans they might have had to confront him or whatever they planned to do lifting straight out of their head as the elezen gazes at them with naked want.

"I should very much like to kiss you," Greystone tells them, his face hovering so close to their own that they can feel the warm puff of his breath. Kaoru feels their stomach swoop, filled up with jittery, fluttering nerves like a kaleidoscope of flapping butterfly wings.

His lips were so near that Kaoru only needed to close the distance between them by leaning slightly forward.

Kaoru makes up their mind to do just that, shifting towards him a moment too late as Greystone suddenly draws away. They stumble a step forward, their wrist engulfed by Greystone's much larger hand as the villain grabs hold of them and pulls the miqo'te along with him as he turns to stride down the hall.

"Not here, kitten. I'll not chance being seen nor heard. Mine own loyal knight aside, there is not a soul here worthy of licking the dirt from your boots, let alone bearing witness to such a splendid moment between us two."

Kaoru flusters. Did Greystone truly consider a kiss between them something so grand? And what was that about Ger? The miqo'te stumbles behind him in their distraction, their legs much shorter than his. Only for a moment, however, as the elezen took note of their struggle and shorted his stride to better accommodate them.

"Come quickly now, my dear," Greystone urges them as he keeps hold of their hand, hurrying through the corridor. Only to come to another abrupt stop as they were about to turn a corner, Greystone's elezen ears twitching a moment before he turns to them.

"Forgive me my impertinence, sweetheart," Greystone says, and in one smooth motion kneels down and picks Kaoru up at their knees with one arm, bracing them at the backs of their thighs with his forearm and carrying them like that as if they weighed nothing at all to him.

They give a soft yelp of surprise, clapping a hand over their mouth as they clutch at the gathered fabric at his shoulder where his cape was pinned in place. With a great deal of embarrassment they cling onto him for dear life as the elezen had already begun to move.

Greystone shoots them a devastating smile, his face so close that they could see the different specks of blue in his eyes and count all of his long, pretty eyelashes if they wanted. This close, they could see the scar that marred his handsome face was clearly made by something—or someone—with claws.

The villain moves quickly with them in his arms, his long legs carrying them farther now that he does not need to wait for Kaoru to keep up. Even so, being carried in his arms was a smooth ride for the miqo'te, the elezen holding them steady as he crept through the shadowed halls to his apparent destination. An unmarked door that he opens up and then swiftly closes behind him as they slip inside.

The click of the lock sounds loud to Kaoru's twitching ears as they realize they are alone, locked in a room with a devilishly handsome villain.

Kaoru's heart quickens its beat as Greystone lowers them from their perch on his arm. Their palms slide over the elezen's shoulders and pectorals to his abdomen on the way down to solid ground. Kaoru does not realize they are holding their breath until the elezen moves, inspiring a gasp of breath from them as Greystone looks them over with glittering blue eyes as he prowls towards them. Every step that the villain took in their direction was two that Kaoru took backwards.

The smirk that curls at that darkly glossed mouth sends shivers up and down their spine. Their fur prickles and near stood on end, though they did not know if they felt nervous or excited.

Perhaps both.

Greystone was dangerous, but to Kaoru he posed a different kind of danger.

The man was fixated on them, clearly interested in the hero in ways that only lovers should be.

"Why so skittish, kitten?" The villain coos to them in a voice like rich molasses, dark and sweet. The sound of his boots clicking over the wood floor echoing ominously as he backed the hero into a corner. "I will not harm you."

Kaoru startles, glancing back as their back hits the wall. Having cornered themselves without realizing it, they jump a bit as Greystone closes the distance between them, his arms slapping the wall on either side of them, caging them in.

"Were you not about to kiss me back in the hall where anyone could have stumbled upon us?" The villain murmurs intensely, pressing close.

He is half bent to whisper into their feline ears, his nose brushing the tip of one.

"Or was that simply to distract me? You are well aware of my attraction to you. My interest in you. I have been more than plain. What of you, my sweet? Do you intend to play with my feelings? To hold my heart in your small, delicate hand whilst you slowly squeeze?"

Kaoru sucks in a breath as Haurchefant grabs their wrist and yanks their hand forward to touch his chest. Their fingers and palm meeting bare, warm skin where the elezen's shirt was unlaced, the beat of his heart thumping under their hand.

"It is yours if you want it," the villain offers, pressing their hand firm to his chest. His grasp on their wrist was almost bruising as he pinned them to the spot with the intensity of his gaze alone. "If you do not, I will bother you no longer. Tell me, which is it?"

Kaoru stares at him, wide eyed and flustered. They feel short of breath, dizzy. Their mouth was dry, and their voice croaked as they struggled to speak. Put entirely on the spot, how could they possibly answer? "I…"

Kaoru's eyes squeeze closed, a whimper rising in their throat as they turn their face away. This was too much! They could not think, they wanted nothing more than to flee this moment.

"I don't—" They start to say, to confess their uncertainty, but Greystone reaches out and covers their mouth.

His blue eyes are wide, a little manic.

It hurts a little where he grips their face, but Kaoru cannot feel fear in the face of the expression that he wore.

He looked more afraid than they themselves felt.

"Forget I asked," he tells them, a desperate edge to his voice. "Please, Kaoru," he whispers fervently, shocking them with the use of their name—spoken so sweetly, as if he were savoring the sound of it even as he said it, "Do not deny me just yet."

Kaoru stares at him, stunned into silence. And then they can only give another choked little gasp as Greystone drags his hand down over their mouth to instead fist it in the collar of their cloak, dragging them forward as he dipped downwards.

They meet in the middle with a crush of lips, Kaoru's clothes pulling on their body uncomfortably and their feet dangling above the floor as they were kissed senseless.

The gloss coating Greystone's lips feels slick as their mouths slide over one another, and Kaoru groans in their throat at the addicting sweetness of it. The taste was something fruity that they could not quite place as their tongue accidentally slid over Greystone's lower lip.

Greystone gasps with the feeling of their tongue, groaning into their mouth.

"Kaoru," he murmurs, his voice desperate, pleading as he draws them nearer, lifting them up and into him as he presses their back into the wall and licks into their mouth, "Kaoru..!"

Kaoru reaches back for him, dark lipgloss smearing sticky and sweet between their mouths as they kiss, passionate and messy. They wrap their legs around his waist, squeezing at his hips. Their hands cup his jaw firmly as they melt into this embrace, pulling back from the greedy slide of his tongue to suck at the sweet, fruity taste of the gloss lingering on his lower lip. Savoring that sweetness on their tongue.

There would be no forgetting the taste of it now.

"Kaoru," Greystone groaned, pushing them into the wall as he rocks forward into them.

A bolt of pleasure zings through the miqo'te with the grind of their hips and they tip their head back to cry out with it. Gasping with dark gloss staining their mouth as they became aware of that familiar throb that this dangerous villain inspired in them.

With Kaoru's head tilted back, Greystone takes the advantage to kiss over their jaw and throat, leaving sticky imprints of his lips on their skin.

He set them down on their feet, then he slipped slowly downward. Their difference in height made a non-issue by the villain in his willingness to bend for them. First at the waist to kiss their lips, their jaw, their neck, and now on bended knee as he moves lower.

If he wanted to kiss over every ilm he'd have to sit on the floor, or perhaps even lay on it. Kaoru feels flustered with the ridiculous imagining. Yet here was a villain kissing his way down their body. For some reason Kaoru could not doubt that Greystone would even kiss their boots if they wanted him to.

Proverbial boots, that is. Kaoru was wearing sandals.

His hands stroke over their back, his fingers spanning wide as he braces them. He buries his face against them, breathing them in as he kisses his way even lower. Only pausing as Kaoru grabs at his face, their fingers framing around his ears as he trailed kisses down towards their chest.

"Wait," they say, and Greystone instantly stills, looking up into their hesitant face.

Kaoru takes a breath to steel their nerves, and says, "I am not a woman."

Greystone furrows his brow. "I know that, dear, you have said such before. You have informed me how to call you. Have I erred in any way? If so, I would apologize."

Kaoru shook their head, and their hands trembled on his jaw with nerves. Their bright, mismatched eyes of red and yellow-gold bore him, silently imploring him to understand. "It is only that… If you have certain expectations—"

Greystone shook his head. "I have none, kitten," he says gently. "I only want to touch you, to taste you. To show you what pleasure I can bring you, if you let me."

Kaoru grows red in the face, near as vibrant as the color of their hair. Their eyes squeeze shut, their hands loosening their grip on his face. "If you change your mind…"

Greystone cups his hand over the back of theirs before they can pull away, nuzzling into their palm and kissing over their lifeline. "Rest assured, my sweet, I will not."

He pauses then, and the look on his face is gentler than they had ever seen it. He seemed an entirely different man.

Or perhaps this was closer to the man he had been, before he had become the villain Greystone?

"If you are uncomfortable, or wish to stop, pray tell me. I want you, Kaoru, without a doubt. I am a greedy man. But… I will not continue if you do not want it. If you do not want me. You can walk out that door, and I would have Ger assist you in leaving here without trouble."

Any feelings of trepidation that Kaoru might have been feeling all but evaporated as the elezen did his best to reassure them, to bring them ease.

They could not help but feel that the villain holding them was naught but an elaborate mask, that the man underneath was more than worth knowing. If they were brave enough to stay and get to know the man he truly was.

The question was, were they willing to take that leap of faith?

Trailing him here had been beyond reckless, following him blindly even more so. Yet even within a den full of villains, Haurchefant had made them feel at ease.

Kaoru takes a breath, a gulp, and says, "Haurchefant. I want to keep going."

If the man was not attractive enough, he was transformed into someone beyond dazzling with the genuine smile that comes over his face when hearing his name from Kaoru's lips.

Kaoru's cheeks burn red at how handsome this man was. They feel flustered and… touched by his consideration and the obvious respect he held for them; and so very hot and bothered by how desperately he seemed to desire them that he would beg them not to deny him.

"Show me," Kaoru says to him, mustering up their own confidence and courage. To blurt it all out before they could become too shy and embarrassed, or chicken out entirely. "Show me how you will touch me, how you might please me, and… and then I will make my decision. Show me your all," They say, so very bold and mayhap more than a little reckless in their word choice. "Convince me."

What was said, was said. And with that, all traces of sweetness and gentleness on that handsome face were wiped clean.

Haurchefant's eyes are a piercing, heated blue as a wicked smirk tugged at the villain's glossy mouth. "As you wish, kitten."

Kaoru finds themselves staring down at the top of Greystone's head as he promptly slid down their body, their skin flushed hot as he knelt at their feet.

Gods, he was so tall that he was practically the same height as them kneeling down!

They felt strangely bashful as the elezen took off their shoes first, his blue eyes gazing up at them under his eyelashes. The curve of his smile makes them all tingly.

They feel positively dainty as he holds their bare foot in his large palm, the miqo'te making a small sound of embarrassment in their throat as he kisses the top of their foot like he would the back of their hand.

"So tiny, my cute hero," Haurchefant coos, taking off their other sandal and setting it aside.

"Maybe you're just big," Kaoru replies, to which Haurchefant flashes them a grin that was downright lascivious.

"Compared to you, my sweet, I am quite large."

Kaoru flushes hot with the implications of that. The direction of their thoughts must read on their face—or Haurchefant simply catches the way their gaze drifts towards his lap—because the villain laughs and lifts his hands to their hips to squeeze, his fingers sliding under their waistband to touch their warm, smooth skin.

"You will see all of me soon enough, my curious little kitten. First I would do my very best to please you. Pay close attention, dearest Kaoru, for I will convince you of the sincerity of my feelings."

Kaoru gasps as Haurchefant yanks down their trousers, having already deftly dealt with the ties holding them closed when they were not paying attention.

"Such a pretty portrait you make, my Kaoru," the villain compliments them, his hand sliding up from their knee to the inside of their thigh.

"Well, what have we here?" Haurchefant murmurs in a velvety voice as the smooth glide of his hand catches on their skin where the slick trail of their arousal had coated the insides of their thighs.

Kaoru squirms with embarrassment, their pulse throbbing as Haurchefant pulls back for just a moment to rub his fingers together, smiling wickedly.

"So excited for me already?" The villain purrs, continuing on by stroking over the fabric of their smalls—a boy-short cut that suited them well—and admiring the shade of red they were. He particularly liked the darker spot he could see as he cradled the softness of their plump inner thighs in his hands and spread their legs open to look.

The adorable squeak they let out in response inspires something of a maniacal giggle from him.

Ohh, yesss… Kaoru was wet!

He kneads at their inner thighs, chuckling in his throat as he feels Kaoru squirm.

Looking up at them gifted him with the utterly adorable sight of them hiding behind their hands, their multicolored eyes peeking out at him all wide behind their fingers.

"Hahh, you are so cute, my kitten, it makes me want to do wicked things to you," is all the warning Haurchefant gives to them before he lifted one of their knees over his shoulder and buried his face in the crotch of their small clothes.

Kaoru gives a choked little gasp, stunned speechless.

The hot, moist puff of his breath washes over them as he breathes them in with perverse delight; before he licks them through the red fabric separating his mouth from their wet, heated flesh.

Kaoru's soft cry is nearly drowned out by Haurchefant's lustful groan. Kaoru whines in their throat, one hand pressing to the wall, and the other fisting in Haurchefant's hair as the elezen's tongue licks over the patch of wetness that was plain evidence of their arousal.

"Kaoru," Haurchefant moans, lapping at them like a slavering beast, further wetting the red fabric of their smalls with the way he drooled for them, quite obviously enjoying himself for how he panted and made such seductive sounds.

"Kaoru..! Ohh, kitten, I could live between your thighs," Haurchefant tells them without an onze of shame between his cute endearments for them and moaning their name. His hands pawing at the plump flesh of their thighs as he licks and licks and licks at them.

"Mmph, sweetheart," he continues on, in lustful ecstasy, sucking their juices from the fabric as if to savor every last drop, "Just a taste of you and I am already addicted. Fury, I could eat you morning, noon, and night!"

Kaoru has no words for that, still stunned speechless and trembling, their hips jolting as the damp fabric creates friction against their sensitive flesh. The red-haired miqo'te mewling out as Haurchefant's nose grinds against their clit, their head thumping back against the wall as he pressed his mouth there and sucked, hard.

They cry out with pleasure, their fingers scrabbling against the wall as their hips grind against his face for more, more.

"More," Haurchefant says what they were thinking aloud, and Kaoru has only a moment to catch their breath as he pulls back to say, "Forgive me, sweetness, I'll replace them," as the villain gripped the fabric of their smalls in his hands and ripped it in twain to expose them to his hungry gaze.

"Haurchefant!" Kaoru exclaims, but forgets entirely what they mean to say at the worshipful expression on the villain's face, and the feeling of his touch gliding over their slippery folds.

They watch, wide eyed and chest heaving as Haurchefant coats his long, elegant fingers in the slick of their arousal. His fingers slippery with it as he rubs at their clit with just the right amount of pressure that had Kaoru bucking into his hand as he lowers his head to taste them without fabric barring the way.

He acted like he was tasting ambrosia for the ridiculous, lewd moan he lets out as he licks over them. Sucking at them ardently and savoring their flavor on his tongue like a sweet, melty treat.

"Haurchefant," Kaoru whimpers breathily, then gasps out as the man lifts their other leg over his shoulder, grasping at their bottom with both palms as he pressed his face against them. Holding them upright with such ease, as if they weighed nothing at all to him.

"You say my name so prettily," Haurchefant slurs against them where they were so warm, wet, and aching for him. "I wonder how many ways I can hear it from your lips before the night is through. Shall I start? Kaoru."

Kaoru whimpers in their throat as he looks them in the eye and opens his mouth, his tongue spread wide and flat as he laps at them. Quite obviously savoring their taste on his tongue for the languid way he licks over them, his deep moan thrumming through them.

Kaoru's hips twitch into every slow, firm swipe of that wicked tongue. Their mouth hangs open as Haurchefant licks and licks and licks over every ilm of their soft, slick flesh.

By the blissful expression on his face and the twitch of his ears that caught their every gasp and slightest sound, Kaoru could tell he was enjoying himself immensely. Perhaps even more so than they themselves were.

Kaoru clutches at his head between their thighs, their heart pounding in their throat even with their back to the wall as Haurchefant holds them up off the ground with their legs over his shoulders and treats them to pleasure they had never felt before.

He treated them like a decadent feast; and ate them up.

Kaoru's legs squeeze around his head, their hips gyrating against Haurchefant's face as he thrust his tongue out and licked inside of them. His tongue sinking into them again and again with wet, lustful stabs. A mimicry of what he would soon do with the hard, throbbing length sitting heavy between his thighs.

Kaoru had yet to get a good hard look, but it seemed to be a sizable bulge. True to what Haurchefant had said, it looked large compared to how small Kaoru was.

Would it even fit inside of them??

No doubt Haurchefant would make certain it fit, if they went so far.

Kaoru feels hotter for thinking such things. Their multicolored eyes squeeze shut as they blush and whine out loud with embarrassment and lust.

Haurchefant chuckles with his tongue still buried inside of them. The sound vibrates through their body and makes them tingle and throb all the more.

Their mouth drops open, their voice crying out as Haurchefant closes his mouth around their clit as sucks fervently.

"Hhh—Haurchefant!" They call his name, gasping and heaving for breath as they thump their head against the wall. Their waist jerks as Haurchefant cradles their back, their shoulders pushing hard to the wall as they ride his face and his tongue through their first orgasm of the night.

Some incomprehensible stretch of time later, Kaoru falls limp. Their body shaking and trembling all over with pleasurable aftershocks as Haurchefant caught and held them.

Their limbs sway in the open air as the elezen carries them, holding them aloft as he walks to the bed in the corner of the room.

They drift back into awareness as Haurchefant lays them down gently, their eyes still hazy as they blink them open. Their face blushes hot, a wave of bashful feelings washing over them as they watch Haurchefant strip himself down.

He was already bare from the waist up. His long, elegant fingers loosening the ties of his sinfully skin tight trousers as he gazes at them with lust darkened blue eyes.

"No need to be shy," the elezen says in a deep, velvety voice as he prowls close to them, settling between Kaoru's spread thighs and slipping his fingers under the cloth still covering their upper body from his view. Their shirt slips up over their hips and belly as he kisses his way over their skin, higher and higher.

Only pausing to press a worshipful kiss to every freckle, dimple or scar.

He lingers a little longer over the one that curves from hip to hip across their lower belly. It was long faded, barely different from their surrounding skin, but still smoother to the touch as some scars tended to be. Still visible even though it had healed some time ago.

There was an obvious story for this one, but such tales could wait for later.

He continues on in his path, kissing their abdomen and chest through the fabric of their shirt, and then looking into their face as he tugs the bunched up material. “May I?”

Kaoru pauses in consideration, then nods their head. Why should he not see them as they are? They had already done so much together.

Haurchefant wanted to learn more of them, did he? Well, Kaoru would not hide who they were.

Given permission, Haurchefant wastes no time in ridding them of their last layers, finally stripping them entirely bare.

Kaoru finds themselves holding their breath, gazing into his face to catch every micro expression.

Haurchefant gazes his fill of their bare form with that same look of admiration and naked want. Unchanging. Accepting them for who they were.

“You are a vision, my Kaoru,” he murmurs, trailing his fingertips over their flat chest. Tracing the scars from their top surgery, and then dipping his head down to kiss over them as he had done every other scar.

These ones were more special. These scars were neat, clean lines. Done with clear precision and care, and obviously more recent by the difference in color to their other scars.

They were a reflection of Kaoru's own happiness. A decision they had made of their own volation, for their own body.

How could Haurchefant be anything but glad that Kaoru would share this with him?

It was a show of trust, and perhaps a gauging of his own character.

Haurchefant could only show them again and again that he would accept them for who they were. That he would love them as they are. He could only hope that they would do the same in return.

“I told you, my Kaoru,” Haurchefant murmurs, kissing their chest right over their heart. “I open my heart to you. I will love you for all that you are, if you will only let me. I await your answer with great anticipation.”

Kaoru swallows the lump that had risen in their throat, blinking their misty eyes. Relief draining the sudden tension that had come over them. Why had they expected his reaction would be any different?

Haurchefant smiles, dragging his lips up from their chest to their collar bone, over their neck to their jaw. His lips pressing kiss after kiss there as he worked his way back to their lips.

Kaoru can feel the curve of his smile as he kisses them—full force in ecstatic joy—before it melds into the intensity of his kiss.

Their mouth fell open in a gasp as his hand slid down over their body to settle between their thighs again. His fingers gliding through their wetness and petting over their folds as he kisses them hungrily, his tongue slipping into their mouth to tangle lazily with theirs. He teases them slowly just like that, one finger slipping into them to the first knuckle.

Kaoru clutches at his arms, mewling in their throat as Haurchefant works them open slowly with one finger sinking in and out of them. His finger gently curled to press and rub against their soft, slippery insides. Seeking out the spots they were most sensitive as he slips a second finger in alongside the first.

"So tight," the elezen hisses as the miqo'te claws their fingernails over his shoulders and squirms into the motions of his fingers. They whimper in complaint as he pauses in his kisses to them, his lips pulling down at the corners and eyebrows furrowing.

"...Kaoru," he murmurs with a dawning realization, "Have you…never—?"

Kaoru's cheeks flush a ruddy red, their mismatched eyes hidden behind their lashes as they shook their head. "No."

Haurchefant makes an inarticulate sound in his throat, the sudden crush of his lips over theirs making the miqo'te let out a squeaked sound of surprise.

They feel hot as he kisses them with deep, dizzying passion, stealing the breath from their lungs with his fervent affection.

"I'll make it so good for you, Kaoru," Haurchefant promises against their trembling lips. He sucks at the soft flesh of their bottom lip, cradling the back of their neck in the crook of his arm as he kisses their lips again and again, his fingers moving inside of them with more care.

Kaoru whines in their throat, burning up with embarrassment and arousal as Haurchefant looks at them like they were the most precious to him. As if they had given him a priceless gift.

Kaoru did not think it was that special—that they were that special—but apparently Haurchefant did.

"I'll make you feel so good," Haurchefant repeats, obviously now a man on a mission to make this an unforgettable moment for his miqo'te lover.

It was already so good, but Kaoru had no real basis for comparison. Haurchefant was their one and only at this point. There was no way that they could deny him or reject him after this, he was simply too sweet and considerate. His feelings for them were plain in every touch, in every kiss, every lingering look that was shared between them.

"I already feel good," Kaoru tells him with a flustered whimper.

Haurchefant presses his lips to theirs again, lingering with such blatant affection that it flusters Kaoru even more effectively than the feeling of his fingers sinking inside of them. At least, until Haurchefant lifted his head and gazed at them adoringly. Holding their gaze as he pleasured them slowly and carefully.

Kaoru squirms, struggling to maintain eye contact as their skin reddened as deep a shade as their hair. What was with this sweetness, this sudden gentleness? Not that they weren't enjoying it, but his early rough passion had made them hot like nothing else.

"You said you would show me your all," the miqo'te says, reaching out to grasp his face and tug him close as they looked him in the eye and demanded more with all the assertiveness they could muster. "Do not treat me differently now over something so inconsequential when moments before you were ready to ravish me. I would experience all that you are, Haurchefant Greystone. Not just gentleness and sweetness, but the depth of your desire. The passion you showed me before. Is it not your intention to convince me? I did not stay here—in a den of villains, locked in a room with a man with a reputation such as yours—with the expectation I would be treated to a gentle night of passion."

Haurchefant gazes at them in surprise for a moment, but then that wicked smile tugs at his lips as his eyes light up with manic glee.

Kaoru shivers as Haurchefant slips his hand up to stroke their cheek, his voice like velvet as he purrs, "Your wish is my command, kitten."

Kaoru's lips part in surprise as Haurchefant wraps his hand around their throat, his fingers positioned to press at the sides of their neck, his palm curled snugly to their neck but not uncomfortably so.

"How's this then, Kaoru?" He asks, his breath fanning over their lips. Hot and heavy, just like the breadth of his palm and fingers as he slowly starts to squeeze.

"Yes," Kaoru chokes out, squirming with a flood of arousal. Feeling the bob of their throat as they swallow, the warm weight of his hand as he cradles their throat in his palm. Of his fingers as he positions them just so on the sides of their neck, cutting off their air with a careful, practiced pressure that has Kaoru very much aware of the excited, lustful throb of their pulse. "I… like it."

They imagine they could taste his desire on their tongue with his every heated exhale. That he could taste their own in their answering gasps.

"Good," Haurchefant smiles roguishly, exuding wicked delight. Then he slips his hand upwards to cradle their jaw, holding their gaze with serious blue eyes. "Before we continue any further, give me a word, Kaoru. Any word of your choosing. If you become too overwhelmed or wish to slow down, or stop entirely, you need only speak this word and I will abide by your wishes."

Kaoru can barely think with the feeling of his fingers still inside of them. Though his movement had come to a stop, they still throbbed around his fingers, squeezing tight around them with the lust he had so far stirred in them.

"A word? Haurchefant, I don't… I can't… Can we not continue without it?" The miqo'te asks, squirming. Feeling far too hot and bothered. Was it really necessary?

Haurchefant shushes them, leaning forward to kiss their lips, soft and sweet. "It is a safe word, my dear. I do not wish to push you too far or to frighten you with the depths of my desire for you. I must insist you pick a word, or allow me to choose one for you. It must be one that we do not commonly use in casual conversation."

Kaoru blushes up to their finely furred feline ears, unsure if they wanted to hide their face from him or pull him closer for more kisses.

His words and his fingers have their attention divided. It was honey sweet, hot seduction. So heady that Kaoru felt dizzy with it. So much that they squirmed, and then moaned as his fingers ever so slightly curved inside of them in response.

"Will you… pick one for me?" They ask, already feeling somewhat overwhelmed by all that has happened so far. By Haurchefant declaring his feelings and desire for them again and again.

There would be no denying his sincerity.

Kaoru had never been pursued quite like this. Had never felt half as good, and nowhere near as lustful and wanting.

Haurchefant graces them with another one of his soft smiles, plainly adoring as he dips his head to kiss them again.

Kaoru sighs as his lips move over theirs, whimpering softly in their throat as he curls his fingers inside of them and teases at their clit with swipes of his thumb. If this was their reward for doing what he wanted, Kaoru was most certainly in danger.

"Good, good," Haurchefant murmurs in a heated breath against their lips, keeping them on the torturous, delicious edge of ecstasy even as they speak.

Kaoru did not know whether to curse him or beg him to keep going.

"You… keep doing that… you're making it so…! Hah… hard to think," Kaoru gasps, their hips jerking with the movement of his fingers.

Haurchefant laughs in his throat, favoring them with his evil, sexy smile.

How was it that his smile could be so wicked but his gaze so soft that Kaoru felt their breath caught in their throat? They swallow with effort, their heart thundering in their ears, their pulse throbbing all throughout their feverish, overheated body.

"Do you… desire me so much?" Kaoru asks breathlessly.

Haurchefant gives a low hum in his throat, grasping their small wrist in his much larger hand and lifting it towards his face to kiss at their palm. His lips feathering so very gently over their lifeline, his breath a hot puff of air over their skin.

"So much that it scares even me, my Kaoru," he tells them in a deep, throaty voice.

Kaoru shivers all over, staring at his face. At the elegant fan of his eyelashes as he kisses their hand with his eyes closed in a fleeting moment of reprieve from the intensity of his gaze.

"You don't even know me. Not really," Kaoru replies weakly, their stomach swooping as Haurchefant drags his lips over their fingers, his lips parting to nip at their fingertips.

"Call it what you like, kitten," Haurchefant says simply, staring back at them under the fan of his eyelashes as he holds their hand and nuzzles his cheek over their knuckles. "Infatuation. Fixation. Obsession," he kisses their hand with every word, "I merely know that I cannot stop thinking of you. That I desire you, that I must come to know you more completely. Your likes, your dislikes, what makes you smile or laugh or cry. What brings you pleasure. I want to know everything. I want to taste every ilm of your skin. I want to bring you so much pleasure that you think you cannot handle any more. I want to convince you that you can. I want—"

Kaoru covers his mouth, wide eyed and heart pounding so very loud in their own ears that they are certain Haurchefant could feel it. Hear it.

"Too much," they gasp.

Haurchefant licks their palm, teeth scraping their skin. "Yes," he agrees, his voice muffled by their hand before he tugs it away. "I want too much. Forgive me if it frightens you, Kaoru. Such is why I must insist upon a safe word."

He pauses then, taking a deep breath and sighing it out. He presses their hand to his chest, allowing them to feel the rabbit-quick thump of his heart. "I get ahead of myself," he says, head ducking and looking downright sheepish with the upturned arch of his eyebrows. "I can be over-excitable, and reckless. You need only ask Ger, she would confirm my words with emphatic agreement. I can become much too intense with the things that interest me. With the people that interest me. You, Kaoru. You have become someone I cannot ignore. I am out of my head with thoughts of you. My heart quickens with the very mention of your name. With every moment in your company, the depths of my desire only continue to grow. I want more of you. All of you. Far from denying this desire, I gladly surrender myself to it."

Kaoru stares at him, speechless.

Haurchefant clears his throat, allowing their hand to slip away from him. "You needn't feel pressured to respond. My thoughts, my feelings and wants are all my own responsibility. I do not speak them aloud to burden you, Kaoru." He takes another breath, the dangling jewel of his earrings swaying with the shake of his head. "Given this opportunity, I simply cannot help myself."

Kaoru bites their lip and reaches out to cup his face in their hands. "I… don't really know my own feelings yet with all of this," they tell him with all honesty, feeling flustered and abuzz with nerves staring into the blue of his eyes, "but you are often in my thoughts, too. Foolish as it is to trust a villain at his word, I feel now… that I can believe you have been honest with me from the very beginning."

Their heartbeat quickens watching his eyes widen, and then become soft with his feelings for them. They feel overly warm, cheeks burning and pulse throbbing. "My chest swells and I feel dizzy with your openness about your desires. How readily you speak your mind and share your feelings. It was hard for me to trust your sincerity at first, but if you have been playing me for a fool then you are the most talented actor I've ever witnessed."

Haurchefant frowns. "I am many things, my dear Kaoru, but I am no liar."

Kaoru lets out a shaky breath, smiling a little. "I believe you."

Haurchefant gazes back at them, then sighs. Smiling back at them. "Then I must needs continue to prove to you that my intentions are true."

Kaoru swallows, wiggling a little. "I would like you to continue, yes."

That brings back the spark of heat to their lover's eyes. "As you wish, kitten," he says with a dip of his head, his smile curving wickedly.

Then he sweeps his gaze over them and says, "Dragonhead."

Kaoru blinks. "... Dragonhead?" It was an encampment in the central highlands of coerthas, they knew. They had been there.

Haurchefant nods, "You know of it, yes? Dragonhead will be our safe word. Repeat it back to me."

Kaoru swallows. "Dragonhead."

Haurchefant grins, all teeth. "Good."

Kaoru clears their throat, asking curiously, "What made you decide on that?"

Haurchefant hums, leaning forward to press his lips to theirs as he resumes where he had left off in teasing them, his fingers moving at a lazy pace that had Kaoru twitching and stifling a whine.

"It is a piece of my past. A place that might have been our first meeting, had things been different."

Kaoru squirms, gasping as Haurchefant puts more intent behind the movement of his fingers. Stirring them up again so quickly as if to make up for the time they had spent coversating.

"Nnnghh! D…—different?" Kaoru mewls out, only to whine as Haurchefant covers their mouth and smirks at them.

"Let us leave such conversation for the afterglow, my sweet, I would much rather use my tongue for more stimulating things."

What, again? Kaoru's feline ears perk, their tail shivering. How many times did he intend to do so? Was he aiming to thoroughly exhaust them? Kaoru doubted they'd be able to talk at all after Haurchefant was through with them.

"You are so expressive, kitten." Haurchefant laughs softly, trailing his hand away from their mouth in a downward stroke to pet over their neck. "Your thoughts are nearly written across your face. Yes, sweet Kaoru, I intend to savor this moment. To savor you. In every manner, so long as you allow me."

Kaoru swallows as he settles his hand on their throat again.

"You remember our safe word?" He asks.

Kaoru nods.

"Let me hear it," Haurchefant murmurs, lightly running his fingers over their neck while his palm stays in place where he had laid it.

"Dragonhead," Kaoru breathes out.

"Good," Haurchefant praises them, "Remember it. Use it. Rest assured I will allow no harm to come to you, not from my hand or another. Know that I am yours to command, Kaoru."

Kaoru does not know how to respond to that, so they say nothing.

"Now, take a deep breath," the villain softly instructs them, "and hold it."

Kaoru does as he bids, taking a breath and holding it. Their heart pounds in their head, in their ears, in their throat as he positions his fingers just right and applies pressure.

"Speak the word if you need to," Haurchefant murmurs to them even as his fingers twist and curl and press inside of them. His thumb slides slippery around their clit, swirling in a tease that had them twitching.

Kaoru could sob with how quickly he puts them on the edge again. He could easily bring them relief here and now, but instead he was teasing.

Taking his time.

Bringing them to the edge and slowing down to torture them with pleasure, with such wicked delight in those blue eyes of his. It was clear he was not going to allow them to reach another peak until he was good and ready.

His blue eyes bore into them with laser intensity as his fingers curl inside them, at the same time rubbing roughly at their clit with his thumb. Allowing them to catch their breath in short bursts as he does so, but the more their pleasure builds, the longer he waits between breaths.

"I admit to some surprise at your preferences, but all the better for me that you enjoy this. Shall I treat you roughly? Manhandle you? Satisfy you so thoroughly and completely that you cannot leave this room on your own two feet? Hmm, is that what you desire, my cute little Kaoru?"

Kaoru gives a strangled groan in their throat with embarrassment and desire as their body flushes hot with his wicked, teasing laugh. Their hips buck into his hand and their eyelashes flutter as Haurchefant licks at their mouth and proceeds to suck on their tongue. They could still taste themselves on his mouth even now. The heady flavor of their own arousal lingering even after so many kisses shared between them.

With Kaoru's preference in mind, Haurchefant puts forth more effort to prove himself a worthy lover. He plies them with deep, lustful kisses that have them gasping into his mouth as his fingers twist and thrust into them more quickly and forcefully than before. His thumb sweeps over their clit, rubbing roughly, and Kaoru is once again worked up into a frenzy of lust.

"That's it, kitten," the villain breaks their kiss to trail his lips upward in a hot, sultry path over their skin. Pausing only to feather velvety kisses across the soft brown markings that curved over Kaoru's cheek.

"Give yourself over to me, sink into pleasure until all else drifts away but blissful ecstasy," Haurchefant breathes into Kaoru's feline ear, tracing along the finely furred shape of it with his far too talented tongue.

Kaoru shudders, biting at their lips to muffle their cries. Their ears catching every wet, lewd sound that they made together as Haurchefant stirred their pleasure up to new highs.

"You're close," Haurchefant purrs. The puff of his warm, moist breath ghosting over their ear making them shudder as their skin prickles with shivery bumps, their fur standing on end with anticipation of the pleasure that was to come. "I can feel you squeezing around my fingers. So wanting, so greedy. Worry not, my dear Kaoru. I'll give you all that you desire and more."

Kaoru sobs out as Haurchefant finds that pleasure spot inside them with two fingers, their muscles contracting with intense pleasure as he finally allows them release.

They tremble and shake, their eyes squeezing closed as they ride out the rush of sensation.

Their ears lay flat, their hips jerking and thighs shivering as their every nerve lit up with ecstasy.

Ah, hah, ahh!!

…!

Kaoru does not know how much time passes by in that blissful haze, but when they come back to themselves, Haurchefant is gazing at them expectantly, hungrily.

"Have you any words for me, my Kaoru?" The villain asks them in a low, rumbling voice. "Or shall I continue?"

Kaoru's voice comes out in a squeak of sound as they watch Haurchefant stick his fingers into his mouth—the ones that had just been inside of them!—and slowly suck them clean. Savoring their flavor with a moan in his throat.

Why was it still so shocking? Haurchefant had stuck his tongue inside of them!

That far too talented tongue in question drags over Haurchefant's lips, the color of his sticky lip paint long faded, the evidence of his ardent affection a map over their skin. His blue gaze sears into them, his greed palpable. Greed for more.

For more of Kaoru.

Kaoru gives a startled whimper in their throat as their body throbs with renewed desire under the heat of his stare, an ache inside of them that had yet to be satisfied. What had he done to them? Kaoru had never felt like this before!

They reach for him and Haurchefant comes into their arms eagerly, pressing his lips to theirs to steal their breath with his impassioned kiss.

They gasp and groan, shivering pleasantly as their elezen lover trails heavy kisses from their lips over their chin and down their throat. Leaving no ilm of their neck unkissed, as if to make up for wrapping his hand around their throat.

It made Kaoru feel warm and tingly, soft sighs leaving their lips as they were once again kissed and caressed.

"You are so cute, Kaoru," Haurchefant groans, burying his face in their chest and breathing them in with deep, heady breaths. "I want to touch you more and more. I cannot get enough of you."

Kaoru squirms, burning with bashful feelings as well as their own desire. "I… want to touch you, too."

Haurchefant lifts his head, his blue eyes blinking in surprise as Kaoru reaches out to sweep his bangs back from where they had fallen over his face. The neatness of his slicked back hair had become messy and loose, falling over his forehead and into his pretty eyes.

"Is this ok?" Kaoru asks, so adorably shy as they bring their other hand forward to touch his face with gentle, hesitant fingertips.

Haurchefant leans into their hand, a pleased grin stretching across his face. His hand cradled the back of theirs as he sighed in bliss and nuzzled into their palm.

A shiver traveled through them as Haurchefant kisses and licks at their palm, his teeth grazing their skin.

"You can touch me however you like, kitten," Haurchefant positively purrs, "Whatever you want, whatever you need, it is yours. I am yours."

Kaoru flusters at that. This man truly was too much. "You can't mean that," Kaoru says reasonably, their voice weak.

"Oh, but I do," Haurchefant says, an intensity coming over him. Manic glee in his face as he grasps their wrists and tugs their hands to his face, kissing over their fingers and palms between words as he declares,"For you, I would do anything. If you desire it, I will make it happen. If you want to touch me, you have my permission from now on. If you feel too nervous, I will lie entirely still and let you have your way with me. I'll be your plaything, your toy, whatever you want. Use me, Kaoru. You can have whatever you want."

Kaoru's heart thunders in their chest, their skin buzzing with the heat of their blush. Taken aback and entirely bewildered, their mismatched eyes opened wide in shock and their feline ears laid flat.

"So there is some truth to the rumors about you," Kaoru mutters, "you are mad."

This man utterly was bonkers.

Haurchefant giggles at that. Giggles.

"Mad for you? Most definitely, my sweet Kaoru," Haurchefant agrees.

He smiles at them, entirely besotted. "Here," he coos, "shall I help?"

Kaoru is utterly helpless as he tugs their hands towards the sides of his head, guiding their fingers to his bejeweled pointed ears. "You like my ears, don't you? I saw you looking at them. Did you want to touch them?"

Kaoru did want to touch them. Haurchefant really noticed everything, didn't he? He may act foolish, but the man was smart as a whip. He was sharp. He…

"You knew I was following you all along, didn't you?" Kaoru realizes.

Haurchefant blinks, then grins at them toothily. "Do not doubt your capabilities, kitten. It was simply luck that I spotted your reflection in a passing window."

Luck? Ha! Kaoru was certain that Haurchefant was playing to their ego, but instead of calling him on it they sigh and indulge themselves in touching his ears.

They cup them in their hands, following the outer shape of his ear with their fingertips. A curving line to a pointed eartip, then following the rounded line to his earlobes where his glittering earrings dangled, swinging to and fro with the slightest twitch of his ears.

Haurchefant had fallen quiet at Kaoru's touch, and the miqo'te is much too flustered to meet his gaze as they fiddle with the shiny, dangling jewels that dripped from his earlobes like drops of clear, blue water. They tap them gently with their fingertips and sway the jewel around their fingers like the rotation of an aetheryte.

"These suit you really well," Kaoru says shyly, glancing at him under the fan of their eyelashes. Startled, then, to see his heavy frown.

"You are too much," Haurchefant huffs, and Kaoru gives a squeak as he pounces on them, kissing them intensely.

"You said you'd hold still!" Kaoru yelps in surprise and not a little delight as their overzealous villain pins their wrists over their head and kisses them through their words.

"It was true in the moment," Haurchefant tells them through panting breaths, before catching their tongue between his lips to suck on, hungry and wet. The loud, messy sounds of their smacking lips ring through the air as the villain makes up for the time they had spent just talking by making quite certain their lips would be bruised from his attention by the time they left here.

"Scold me if you wish," Haurchefant groans, squeezing at their wrists. Rolling his hips against them. "Use your words if you want me to stop. I am yours to command."

Kaoru mewls, saying no such things to make him stop or slow down. They strain their wrists in his iron grasp to enjoy how strongly he holds them, wrapping their legs around his hips to squeeze and encourage him to grind more against them.

"Dear heart, you look a little overwhelmed," Haurchefant chuckles between panting breaths. The movement of his hips not faltering even as he speaks. "Are you certain you have no words for me?"

Kaoru's head jerked from side to side, not even considering using that word. Rather, the helplessness of it all made it all the hotter, amping up the intensity of their desire. Something had awakened in them, and Haurchefant was partially to blame.

"Don't stop," Kaoru moans.

Let him take the lead, Kaoru preferred it.

This was much better for their nerves.

Not having to think, only feel.

Haurchefant gives a lustful growl in his throat at their moaned encouragement, rutting against them. He rolls his lower body into theirs, giving them such delicious friction that had Kaoru making helpless little noises that they could no longer stifle.

With their wrists shackled in his iron grip and their body pinned by his full weight, Kaoru could only write under him in pleasure.

"Consider it incentive," Haurchefant groans, a beautiful blush painting his fair skin in rosy hues that only deepen the more he exerts himself.

"What?" Kaoru gasps, lust addled.

Haurchefant laughs. "Next time, I shall allow you to have your way with me however you like."

"Oh—ohhh!" Kaoru moans out in understanding and bliss as Haurchefant rubs them just right. Right there, there, there!

Their mouth hung open as their eyes rolled back, their limbs haphazardly jerking with pleasure.

"Ah, ah. Not yet, my pet," Haurchefant croons to them, laughing in his throat at the whine they let out as he rises up on one arm to lift off of them.

"Look here, Kaoru," he directs them, releasing their wrists to drag his hand down his chest, over his abdomen, to dip into his unlaced trousers.

Kaoru stares, wide eyed and flustered as his hand plays under the material. Curling around the bulge that stretches the crotch of his leather pants taut. Stroking along the length of it as he moaned softly in his throat.

"You are welcome to touch me here, my kitten," Haurchefant purrs, hooking his thumb into the material at his hip and pulling down as he draws his hand out.

How did those leather pants contain that thing?!

For elezen, perhaps it was a little above average, but to Kaoru… Well, it seemed massive!

Haurchefant laughs at their expression—eyes wide and feline ears perked at attention—and almost seems embarrassed at their reaction. Color rushing to his cheeks and ears, peculiar smile tugging at his lips.

He clears his throat, then, and says, "Does it make you feel nervous? Shy, perhaps?"

Kaoru gulps.

Haurchefant bites his lip, starts to say, "If you wish to stop here—"

Kaoru interrupts him, blurting out, "Will it even fit?"

Haurchefant barks a surprised laugh. Then he is all smoldering heat as he purrs, "Oh, kitten, I have made certain you are ready for me."

Kaoru's mouth drops open, plainly gawking as Haurchefant takes their hand and leads it forward to touch him.

Oh. The feel of him. His skin was softer than they had imagined, he felt…

"So warm," the miqo'te mumbles.

More than merely warm, he felt hot to the touch.

Their fingers circled around him, fingertips not touching with the girth of him. He was not too thick, however, but longer than Kaoru had ever seen.

Not that they'd seen much but short glimpses here and there! They weren't some pervert peeping on others!

They marvel at the smooth quality of his skin here, the weight of him in their hand. Their heart drums in their ears as he twitches with their touch, his pulse throbbing where their fingers pressed to him.

Their own heart jumps at hitch in his breath as they ever so slightly squeeze…

"That's it, kitten," He breathes, his pretty eyelashes fluttering with his pleasure. Pleasure that Kaoru had given him with the touch of their hand.

Hahh…

Kaoru swallows hard, breathing shallowly as Haurchefant coaxes their hand into stroking over him, guiding them with a hand laid over theirs.

Kaoru was quickly drawn into touching him. Captivated by his reactions, every peek they took of his expression was exhilarating. His obvious enjoyment by their hands made their belly clench and throb with a rush of heat that made their thighs slick.

Kaoru wanted to feel more of him. To know what it felt like to meet him skin to skin, down there….

Kaoru shifts restlessly, their thighs rubbing together as they squirm with unspoken desire. Too shy now to speak their mind, when before they had been so recklessly bold.

It was different when they were holding a… a…! Well, you know! In their hand! All the while looking into their enemy-turned-lover's face as they touched him so intimately.

Kaoru gives a squeak of surprise as Haurchefant dives in without warning to kiss them, pinning them underneath him. Their hand reflexively squeezes around him, and the elezen moans into their mouth.

"It's alright to be shy, sweetheart," Haurchefant murmurs against their lips, coaxing their tongue out to play with his between loud, wet smooches. "I look forward to showing you all the pleasures you have not known."

He takes over in their distraction, squeezing firm over the back of their hand and using their palm and fingers to stroke himself.

Kaoru mewls against his lips as he directs their hands lower, gasping out as he rubs the tip of his erection against their hip, leaving a trail of moisture on their skin from the pearl of wetness that beads at the slit of his mushroom head.

"You can let go, kitten," Haurchefant laughs softly. A gleam in his blue eyes as he spoke with satisfaction coloring his words, "I have you now. I'll take care of you."

Kaoru only flusters at that. Did he think it was decided already? That they would become his—no, that they were already his?

"You still have to convince me," Kaoru mumbles, feline ears pressed flat as they avoided his confident stare. He was sure of himself.

Their embarrassment only deepens as Haurchefant takes the hand they had just been touching him with and kisses it. The back of their hand, their knuckles, their palm to their wrist. The man did not possess an onze of shame, it seemed.

"I will, I will," Haurchefant's grin is bright, pressing his face into their palm as if he were seeking their praise.

Kaoru pinches his cheek instead, feline ears twitching. "Cocky," they huff.

"Indeed so, but I think you just might like it," Haurchefant laughs, and purposely nudges his cock between their thighs.

Kaoru jolts, gasping. Their hips twitch upwards as the villain does not stop with just one motion, but continues it by rubbing the tip of his prick over their mons and against the slick softness of their folds.

"Close your thighs, sweetheart. Mmm. Hold them like that, nice and tight for me," Haurchefant purrs.

Kaoru obeys, flushed to their ears and pulse throbbing as Haurchefant reaches out to squish the soft flesh of their outer folds that were made plump by the squeeze of their thighs.

"So cute," Haurchefant coos even as he paws at them possessively. Squeezing their outer folds between his fingers and dipping inward in seek of their wetness, to rub at their clit in slippery swipes of his pointer finger and thumb.

"This position makes you look even more inviting, Kaoru. Mmm, I want to eat you. Devour you again and again until you're shaking and begging. Until all else fails away and you only know my touch and the ecstasy it brings you."

A whimper builds in Kaoru's throat, their hands grasping at the sheets below them as they try to hold still. Why did something so simple feel so good? He wasn't even inside of them yet, but he was already making them lose their mind. He really knew what he was doing, didn't he?

"Gods," Kaoru gasps out, staring helplessly as Haurchefant straddles them, pinning them to the bed as he presses his cock against them—braced with only his thumb under the mushroom head of it—and rocking forward slowly to tease against their folds. The tip of his prick kissing their clit with every forward roll of his hips. The length of him gliding over them in delicious friction that was driving them to the brink.

Haurchefant laughs. "The gods care not for mortal pleasures, kitten. I am the one dedicated to bringing you such endless bliss. Again and again, you need only ask. I am your willing slave."

Gods, this was crazy. He was crazy. It only made Kaoru want more. Need more. Knowing what they did now of the pleasure Haurchefant had given them, this teasing touch was not enough.

"More. Harder," Kaoru mewls, squirming under him. Seeking friction seemed impossible with his weight pinning them down, but the struggle somehow made it all the more tantalizing.

Haurchefant laughs, tutting at them. "Not yet, my pet. I want to play with you a little while more."

Kaoru whines for a moment, but Haurchefant is not without pity.

He parts their folds with the tip of his cock, rubbing up and down, stroking himself with their wetness as he does so. Giving them a little more friction, but this time skin to skin without his leather trousers barring the way.

It felt amazing.

Kaoru gives a soft yelp in surprise as he suddenly takes his prick in hand and uses it to slap against their clit, giving them a burst of sensation that had them clenching their thighs together and moaning in need.

"Please, please!" Kaoru pleads.

Haurchefant gives a put-upon sigh, and lifts off of them. "How can I possibly deny you when you beg so prettily, dearest? Hah, it seems you already have me wrapped around your cute little fingers."

Kaoru squeaks out in embarrassment as the elezen grabs them under their knees and pushes their legs up, their calves resting easily over one of his broad shoulders and putting them very much on display for the man.

Kaoru covers their face, too stunned to make noise except small sounds of fluster.

"So lovely," Haurchefant sighs, running his fingers over their soft folds, squished together so plump and cute for him.

He wraps a hand around his cock, guiding it forward to rub against them, once twice, but then he slips between their arousal slickened thighs instead of sinking inside of them.

"Look, Kaoru," he purrs with plain glee. "This is how deep I'll reach inside of you!"

Kaoru peeks between their fingers, flushed as red as their hair as they take in the sight of Haurchefant's cock sliding in and out from between their closed thighs, rubbing up against them with every leisurely thrust of his hips.

It was long, for certain. It reached upwards towards their navel with a slight curve to the right. Kaoru thought it was surprisingly pretty. Large and elegant like the man himself.

Yet there was no time to admire it for long before Haurchefant was pulling back, rubbing up against them with intent, his fist wrapped just under the tip of his prick.

"Forgive me my impatience, dearest Kaoru. Much as I would prefer to please you for several bells longer, I fear I may burst if I cannot have you now!"

Kaoru offers no such complaints, aching as they were for more of what Haurchefant offered them. They had asked for more and Haurchefant was finally ready to give it to them.

"So wet, Kaoru," he purrs approvingly. "Worry not, I have more than prepared you to take all of me."

Kaoru gulps, their mouth falling open as Haurchefant presses slowly forward, the bulbous head of his cock spreading them open as he slips forward ilm by ilm.

Kaoru thought it would hurt, that there would be pain, but there is nothing like that after the lengths that Haurchefant had gone to in preparing them. It felt like stretching a muscle they had not used very much at all until this night, a mild ache that soon gave way to a feeling of fullness as Haurchefant sank into them ilm by ilm.

"Tell me… if you feel… any discomfort," Haurchefant grits out, hissing through his teeth in quick, heated breaths.

It felt like it took an age for him to fit inside, when in reality it must happen quickly.

"Are you… feeling alright?"

Kaoru's mouth hung open, no thoughts springing readily to mind to answer him. They nod blankly, fur prickling with feelings as their whole body trembles with this new sensation.

"I think…" Kaoru mumbles, because it was mostly strange. It was different from his mouth, his tongue, his fingers. He felt bigger than he had looked, bigger than he had seemed in their hand. It felt like he was opening them up impossibly wide. Did it feel good? Kaoru wasn't quite sure yet.

Haurchefant's hips pressed flush against the backs of their thighs. He rested there for a prolonged moment with their legs over his shoulder, gripping their ankle in his hand as he turned his cheek to press his lips to their leg.

"Kaoru, the way you feel," he groans, his face twisted up, in agonizing ecstasy. "I fear I will not last…"

Kaoru could feel his restraint, his struggle to be considerate for them. His breath was shaky, his grip firm where he held them. Every slightest shift they made had him groaning like he was in exquisite pain. They could feel him throb inside of them, his whole body trembling with strain.

"You don't have to," Kaoru reasons, slowly adjusting to the feel of him inside, and trying very hard to hold still so as not to torture him. Admittedly, it was a little thrilling to have this sort of power over him after how easily he had manipulated their body, but Kaoru was a hero, not a villain. They did not relish his struggle.

…Well, at least, not too much.

"Can't we just feel good together?" Kaoru offers, taking slow breaths as they slowly shift their hips. It wasn't bad at all. They could withstand this. "You still have time to convince me."

Haurchefant looks surprised.

Kaoru can't help smiling and laughing a little. Surely, he hadn't thought…? "Did you think that tonight would be it, that's all? I am not so unreasonable… Oh!"

Kaoru lets out a squeak, anything more they might have said cut off as Haurchefant pulls back and thrusts into them. The sound of skin meeting skin piercing the air, sharp and wet, as Haurchefant responds with passionate vigor.

Kaoru clutches at the bedding beneath them, writhing with pleasure as Haurchefant does not stop even as he changes up their position. He pulls them in closer, one of their legs falling from his shoulder as he turns them on their side and grips their hip. His fingers shift lower to dig into the meat of their thigh, their skin dimpling with the strength of his hand.

Kaoru's ears twitch with every lewd smack of his skin against theirs, their own voice leaking out in impassioned cries they cannot begin to stifle as they tossed their head to and fro with overwhelming feeling.

"Ahh, haha, hnng… ahh!"

The bed had seemed so sturdy, but Kaoru could hear it creaking with their combined weight and movement.

They can barely catch their breath as every snap of Haurchefant's hips has their whole body rocking, ilming up the bed until their head pressed firmly into the pile of plump pillows. The only thing saving them from knocking their head against the headboard.

They wanted to be closer. To feel his weight bearing down upon them, to share his breath and drown in his kisses.

"Closer, closer," Kaoru gasps out, curving their legs around his. "You're too far away like this. I want to feel more of you…!"

Haurchefant laughs, breathless and giddy. Spreading their thighs open and pressing them onto their back as he crowds close, pinning them beneath him.

Kaoru whines as he slips out of them, but cannot give voice to their complaint before they find their mouth too busy to do so. Haurchefant's lips seeking theirs, insistent and hungry.

They gasp into one another's mouths as their lips slide over each other in a string of lip smacking kisses.

He nibbles and nips at their already kiss bruised lips, soothing the sting of his bite with fleeting swipes of his tongue.

Just enough to slick the way for the glide of every intense smooch he plants on their lips.

Kaoru mewls with the intensity of his dizzying kisses, heat building up inside of them again. How did something so simple feel so good?

They moan out in delight as he pins them down with his full weight. Rutting against them, his cock teasing over their dripping folds.

At the same time, his kisses find their cheek, their jaw, his tongue trailing over their neck.

"Kaoru, Kaoru," he moans and sighs their name. As if they were the answer to all his prayers. A deity on bended knee that he wholeheartedly worshiped, that he would gladly pay tribute to over and over.

"You feel heavenly," Haurchefant groans as he slipped inside of them again.

Kaoru whimpers, flinging their arm over their burning face, but crossing their ankles behind his back to keep him inside of them.

Haurchefant laughs, rolling his hips against them strongly even as their legs restrain the distance of his movement.

"You're so cute, Kaoru," he murmurs in a voice dripping with adoration.

Kaoru flushes hot, their whole body jerking.

Haurchefant let out a strangled moan, hissing through his teeth. "Ahh, kitten, you were squeezing me so tightly already… but you get even tighter when I compliment you. You like being praised, don't you?"

Kaoru hid their face and shook their head, but their body was entirely truthful as Haurchefant heaped on the praise with the wicked relish of a villain all too tickled to gain the upper hand over his hero.

Kaoru did not know what was worse, to be tortured so affectionately, or that Haurchefant was so plainly truthful in the words he spoke to them.

"It was only inevitable that you would steal my heart away, my Kaoru. Your strength, your conviction, your kind heart…" Haurchefant tells them through panting breaths. "I was fascinated with you since the very moment we met. A wondrous hero one had only heard of in the fairytales, yet beyond that a person who was so lovely, so kind and thoughtful. So utterly dazzling."

Kaoru hid behind their arm, head shaking. Embarrassed and terribly stubborn in their refusal to accept his favor, "I'm not. I'm not what you say I am."

Haurchefant an irritated grunt in his throat, tugging their arm away from their face and pinning it to the bed, his fingers slotted through theirs in a passionate grip. "You are! You can deny such things all you like, but I am no fool. I know my own mind, my own heart. I love you for the person you have shown yourself to be. You say I do not truly know you? Then let me get to know you! And watch, then, as I fall deeper and more completely for all that you are."

When Kaoru has nothing to say in response to his vehemence, Haurchefant's hand squeezes at theirs. Still they refuse to look into his eyes, so stubborn. Haurchefant gives his second best villainous chuckle, thoroughly charmed even now by their heroic levels of obstinance, "Have you no words for me, kitten? Well, it matters not. If I cannot convince you with my words, I will do so with my body…"

Kaoru yelps as Haurchefant spreads their thighs wide and folds them in half, bearing down upon them with his full weight as he pins them to the bed and grips their ankles firmly.

"Haahh… Feel it, Kaoru," He groans fervently, far more vigorous in his movements now as he sinks into them again and again. Stirring them up inside until all Kaoru could focus on was this, was him, inside of them.

"Nng… Feel me, my desire for you! Is this not true, not real? Can you… hah!... deny this? Mm… Speak your words, if you would reject me now. Ah! I would… respect your wishes… no matter the circumstances."

Kaoru was undoubtedly feeling it. They could not think of the word Haurchefant had given them, let alone speak it. Words were far from their grasp as they bucked and whimpered and whined.

They could feel that telltale sensation building up inside of them again. The way their whole body trembled and tightened, begging for release. So close, so close. Almost there…!

Haurchefant chuckles wickedly, guiding their hand down between their thighs. "Touch yourself for me, kitten."

Kaoru mewls, rubbing at their slippery, throbbing clit with shaky fingers.

"That's it," Haurchefant croons, "that's my good little hero. So obedient for me. Don't you want to cum now, hmm?" Haurchefant moans for them. "I can feel you squeezing around me. Do you want me to fill you up so badly?"

Kaoru nods senselessly. Yes, they wanted that.

Haurchefant hums in approval. "You first, sweetheart. I'll follow."

Kaoru nods, rubbing at themselves more quickly. Yes, yes… They could feel it! There, there, there…!

Their whole body tenses up as they reach yet another peak, squeezing Haurchefant mercilessly in the process.

The villain let out a long, guttural moan. Pinning them helplessly to the bed as he drops down on top of them, his hips jerking into them as they wring pulse after pulse of his spend from him.

It pours into them, thick and hot. More than they had expected. Was this not excessive??? Kaoru thinks as he fills them full, too full, overfull…! It was so much that it spilled out of them, pouring down their thighs.

But then Kaoru realizes that their villainous lover had not brought himself pleasure even once up till now, his focus had entirely been on theirs alone.

Their arms felt like overcooked noodles, but Kaoru lifted them up to wrap around the elezen's back, embracing as tightly as they could manage.

"Kaoru, Kaoru," his whole body was heaving with the breaths he was struggling to catch, but he gave more only to speak their name. Or slur it, rather. He sounded drunk, his voice shaky.

"Just a little more, Kaoru," he murmurs, shifting on top of them. The bed creaked as he started to move again in earnest.

Kaoru clutches at him tight, ears perked and eyes wide. Again, so soon?

It was different from before, he did not feel so hard inside of them. His movements were shorter, more constrained. He seemed almost as if he were in pain with the way he groaned.

"Are you ok?" Kaoru asks, enough wits about them to understand he was pushing himself.

Haurchefant trembles, his head shaking.

"Sensitive," he grits out, clutching them to him and burying his face in their neck.

Yes, it was the same for them, Kaoru realizes. "Me too," they squeak out, their fingernails digging crescent shaped indents into the skin.

"Sorry, sorry," Haurchefant moans. "I just, need…"

"I didn't… say stop," Kaoru whimpers, just as overwhelmed, but willing to ride this out wherever it went.

This time around was more a grinding of their hips, the slippery mess of their combined essence slicking the way. The friction was almost too much for Kaoru to bear after rubbing themselves so furiously, but they could feel the pleasure building behind the discomfort.

A slow burn that intensified with the insistent bump and grind of Haurchefant's pelvis against theirs.

They jerked under him, twitchy with sensation. Squeezing him inside involuntarily.

Haurchefant moaned deep in his chest, his pace increasing ever so slightly.

Kaoru whimpers in response, clawing down his back to grip at his backside, bucking their hips up to meet him in this lustful haze.

Every breath, every rustle of the bedclothes, every creak of the bed, it all sounded so muted. Far away compared to the pounding rush of blood in Kaoru's ears.

Even with how much slower this was, it felt even more intense…

Overstimulating, but oh so good…

Still so sensitive as they were, it was not long before another orgasm was rolling over them in a frisson of tingly, overwhelming heat.

"Ah..!" Haurchefant jolted against them, his muscles rippling under their hands as he spilled into them again.

They both took a moment or several just basking in the afterglow and catching their breath before Haurchefant lifted carefully off of them.

Kaoru hisses ever so slightly as he slips out of them. Aching from between their thighs, that place had seen more activity this night than all their life.

"Are you hurting, kitten?" Haurchefant asks, his face creasing with worry.

Kaoru bites their lip. "A little."

"Allow me," Haurchefant murmurs, his hand outstretched and hovering over the place where they most assuredly ached.

The cool trickle of healing magic that washes over them is met with some surprise from the miqo'te, but it is not unwelcome. It was refreshing, gentle, like the smallest pop of bubbles over their skin.

"Ger is far more skilled in the art of conjury than I am," Haurchefant says as his hand falls away, "but I can manage this much. How do you feel?"

Kaoru focused on flexing their muscles, ahem, down there. In doing so, they push a good bit of Haurchefant's cum out of them.

Haurchefant stares. "My, look at the mess I've made of you, kitten. Shall I take care of that, too?"

Kaoru blinks, confused. "Huh, yes??"

Was he going to get them a towel to wash off with? There was definitely no way they could walk after all that…

Haurchefant grins. "I am no brute, my dear. It is only natural that I should show you care after engaging in such activities as these. Of course, you know your word if you wish me to stop.”

“...Oh!” Kaoru squirms, covering their burning face with their hands as Haurchefant crawls to settle again between their thighs.

"You're so cute, Kaoru," Haurchefant chuckles, his warm breath fanning over the sticky wetness that coated their inner thighs.

Kaoru cannot help the small sound they let out as his tongue presses to their skin and glides over them in long, gentle swipes of his tongue. Clearing away the sticky, rapidly tacky feeling of their combined juices and the salty, musty tang of sex and sweat.

He takes his time with it. His tongue swirling over their inner thighs in a warm, wet, ticklish feeling that had Kaoru shivering again and holding their breath in anticipation. They shift and squirm all the more as he draws nearer to the apex of their thighs. Lapping at the surrounding skin, his tongue so soft and his breath so heated.

Kaoru covers their mouth, staring down at him wide eyed as he takes a pause to look into their face and licks slowly over his lips, any traces of the dark gloss that had once painted his mouth long gone with all their sexual activities.

"After all we have done, you're still so shy," he says with a besotted smile, but with a wicked gleam to his blue eyes, "Hahh. It makes me want to ravish you all over again…"

Kaoru blushes to the tips of their finely furred feline ears, their tail floofing with embarrassment and flickering with nerves on the bed as Haurchefant returns his attention to his chosen task.

"Worry you not, my dearest, I intend to let you rest and recover before I do so again," he reassures them, pressing his lips to their mons in a trail of soft, feathery kisses before his tongue slips again from between his lips to resume cleaning them up with his mouth. A warm, wet towel would work just as well, but Haurchefant seemed so invested in licking him clean, and Kaoru—well, Kaoru was just laying back and letting him do as he pleased. With no lack of enjoyment besides.

Their fingers knot in the covers of the bed as his tongue maps out the shape of their outer labia, a small whimper leaving their throat as he ilms closer and closer to the aching softness of their inner folds.

They jerk, a low whine pouring from their lips as he opens his mouth wide to suck at their folds. Kaoru's ears twitch with the lewd, wet sound it makes as he slurps at them, their face burning hot as his tongue dips in between to lap up his own salty spend, so very much that he had poured into them, filling them full to the brim and spilling over. Twice!

His healing magic seemed to have done the trick to take away the sting, but there was still some sensitivity there that had Kaoru gasping and twitching, arching upwards into the soft suction of his mouth.

"Haurchefant," Kaoru whines.

Their elezen lover hums appreciatively, slurring into their folds, "I do so adore the sound of my name from your sweet, delectable lips."

His hands were busy, they realized. Stroking himself slowly as he licked at them, savoring their combined flavors and getting himself off to it. Quite obviously getting off to the sounds Kaoru made for him. Did the man never tire? Was he, perhaps, something of a… what was the word again?

…Masochist?

The oversensitivity had clearly pained him a moment before, but now he was putting himself through it again!

Kaoru squeaks as Haurchefant leans up to kiss them, then, their body flushing hot with his fervent, passionate kiss and the salty taste of his spend as his tongue licks over theirs. They wiggle beneath him, clutching at his sides as he kisses them deep, deeper, deepest. Stealing their breath and their words, their very thoughts fled from their mind as he kissed them dazed and dizzy.

Then he is gone again, slinking down their body as they struggle to catch their breath through buzzing lips, resuming his post betwixt their thighs. Returning to his faithful service as he cleans them up with his tongue. His hand moving over himself oh so torturously slow.

Kaoru whines as his tongue swirls over their clit, the gentle wiggle of his tongue driving them mad. Their hips bucking into his mouth as he closes his lips around the sensitive bud of their clit and sucks at it.

"I… gonna… hahh…!" Kaoru struggles to articulate with their heady so foggy still with lust, throbbing with arousal as they clench down on nothing. He is so gentle, so careful with them in their oversensitivity, but still he is so close to making them peak again.

Haurchefant's moan is all too stimulating to their twitching feline ears as he licks and sucks at them, lapping up the fresh gush of their juices as they edge closer to another orgasm under his gentle, dedicated attention.

Their hands fall to his hair, their voice whimpering his name as he buries his face against them and sucks at their slippery folds. Kaoru was certain he must have cleaned up the mess he had made of them by now for how enthusiastic he was about it. For how strongly they could feel themselves pulsing for him, clenching around the shape of his tongue as he thrust it inside of them.

Kaoru gives in, letting go as they cum on his waiting tongue. Their hands pull at his hair again as he pins their hips with his hands and laps up every drop. His moan is muffled against them as he finds his own release for the third time. A small number compared to the incredible pleasure he had given them this night.

"No more," Kaoru begs, twitching with overstimulation. Tears prick at the corners of their multicolored eyes as Haurchefant pulls back with one last suck of their folds.

Wiping his messy hand on the already soiled bedding, Haurchefant leans up to hover over them.

"Was it too much?" Haurchefant asks, crowding close in instant concern as he spies the glossy shine of tears in their eyes. He cradles their face in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed and lips frowning in contrition. "Did I hurt you, my dear?"

Kaoru shakes their head, their feline ears laid flat as they reach for him, burrowing into his embrace and clinging to his neck as he wraps his arms around them. It had been so good, but they felt overwhelmed by it all.

"You were so good for me, Kaoru," Haurchefant praises them sweetly in a warm voice. His hand stroking over their back as they nuzzle into his chest. His lips pressing kisses to their red hair as he murmurs to them with obvious affection, "You did so well. Thank you for trusting me. For granting me the great honor of showing you the pleasure I can give you, for allowing me to express my feelings."

Kaoru squeezes their arms around him, their ankles locking behind his back to hold him tight.

"I have you, my darling, my Kaoru," Haurchefant continues in that soft, gentle voice. Holding them firm in his arms as he slowly strokes along their back until Kaoru begins to relax.

Kaoru pulls back, red faced and avoiding his eyes.

"If you wish to go, I will call for Ger to escort you out," Haurchefant says, just looking at them with such an open, vulnerable expression that Kaoru could hardly bear it. "Though the selfish, villainous part of me so desperately desires to make you stay… I want your comfort and happiness above all."

Kaoru's eyes close as he cups their cheek in his palm, his thumb rubbing at the salty trail of their tears. They give a shaky sigh and lean forward to kiss him, a mere brush of lips compared to how intense they had done so throughout the night. A sharing of breath as Haurchefant stays close even as they drift back, his blue eyes sweeping over their face in search of their answer.

"Will you stay, Kaoru?"

Kaoru nods their head. Blushing as they admit, "I doubt I could walk right now. Besides that, I… want to stay with you a while longer."

Haurchefant beams, his expression so utterly adoring that it flusters Kaoru all over again. They duck their head, cuddling close to bury their burning face in his chest.

Haurchefant's laugh rumbles through him and into them as he pulls them in to snuggle. "Forgive me for laughing, my dear, I mean no offense. You are simply too endearing. I want to stay by your side for a veritable eternity."

Kaoru huffs. “Forever is a long time. Besides, we can't stay here forever.”

Haurchefant says. “Can we not? No, I suppose this place is a danger to you. It is not as if I can assign Ger as your personal shadow, though perhaps…”

Kaoru balks, slapping at his chest. “Don't you dare! Besides, I can never tell what Ger is thinking. What if she doesn't like me? You'll make it worse.”

Haurchefant laughs. “What? Doesn't like you? My Ger? Kaoru, she is quite fond of you, all things considered. If she didn't like you, you never would have made it far beyond the entrance to this place. She's quite protective, you know. It is a show of her favor that you came into my arms, unscathed by the many knaves frequenting this establishment.”

Kaoru's ears perk. Well, they had thought it was surprising how easily they had snuck in. Ger… likes them? Well, that was… good to know. It certainly relieved them of some anxiety.

Speaking of relief. “Haurchefant, help me up,” Kaoru says, clearing their throat.

Haurchefant grumbles, squeezing them tight. “Don't tell me you intend to leave me so soon? At least stay the night with me!”

The hero shakes their head. “I'm not leaving! I need to use the washroom!”

Haurchefant pauses. “Oh. Of course.”

Kaoru squeaks as they find themselves promptly swept up into Haurchefant's arms, to be carried like they weighed nothing at all, all the way to the washroom and inside of it.

It is with some embarrassment they must ask for his help to move about, but Haurchefant does not seem to mind lifting them up or lowering them down. He even insists on wiping them down with a warm, wet washcloth.

“Do you have something I might borrow to sleep in?” Kaoru asks, feeling rather exposed just standing here in the nude. With the washcloth and hot running water, they might freshen up a bit before sleeping. “I'd like to freshen up a bit.”

Haurchefant beams. “But of course! Whatever your need. All that is mine is yours, my dearest!”

Well, that was a bit much, but Kaoru had come to realize such was on brand for this man. He was, simply put, rather outrageous.

Haurchefant leaves them, returning a moment later with a clean shirt.

“Would you like assistance?” Haurchefant asks, handing them the shirt.

Kaoru pauses, then shakes their head. “I can do this much alone. Maybe you can see about the… mess we made on the bed?” Their cheeks blush just thinking about it, but they could hardly rest comfortably in such a large wet spot.

Haurchefant grins toothily, far too smug. He gaze sweeping over them with satisfaction, a pleased gleam in his eye. “I'll go change the sheets. Call my name if you need me, kitten.”

Kaoru waves him off, still so flustered to hear that endearment from his lips.

Left to their own devices, Kaoru strips out of their remaining clothing and washes up the best they can.

They can barely look at themselves in the mirror without blushing red from head to toe. Gods above and below, Haurchefant had covered them in hickeys! He might as well have spelled out his own name with how excessive it was!

Kaoru stares down at the bundle of the fabric in their hands and lifts it to their nose, smelling clean laundry soap and a hint of Haurchefant's cologne. It was oddly comforting. If Haurchefant was so keen to give them things, perhaps they would hold onto this as a keepsake…

As if on cue, Haurchefant returns to them with a polite knock at the washroom door. “May I come in, kitten?”

Kaoru’s ears perk, tail floofing with fluster.

He had finished quicker than they expected, but Kaoru clears their throat and calls him in.

“How are you still so energetic?” Kaoru sighs as he joins them. They felt so tired, cleaning themselves up had drained what remaining energy they’d had left. They could hardly lift their arms to slip on Haurchefant's shirt.

Haurchefant laughs. “I do not doubt this is a high that will wear off before long. Shall I help you with that, my dear?”

Kaoru nods, taking a moment of reprieve by leaning against the sink.

Haurchefant takes the shirt from them, gathering the fabric up in in his hands to slip it more easily over their head.

Kaoru needn't do any work at all with Haurchefant on the job. He lifts their arms himself to slide them through the sleeves one by one, allowing the bunched up fabric to fall down over their thighs.

Haurchefant's shirt is huge on them, but the collar doesn't hang down too much.

“You are so cute, Kaoru,” the elezen says with feeling. That adoration shining through perhaps even stronger after the intimacy they had shared.

Kaoru ducks their head and fiddles with the sleeves where they hang too long over their hands, embarrassed but rather pleased by his affection. They were still getting used to it, but it was not an unpleasant feeling.

Haurchefant chuckles, brushing the soft brown markings curving their cheek with the backs of his knuckles. “I will take you into my arms now,” he says.

Kaoru gives a squeak as he does just that, sweeping them up into his arms to carry them out to the to the freshly remade bed that was waiting for the both of them.

Kaoru gazes up at him as he lays them down gently, their head coming to rest upon a plump pillow. He makes to pull the sheet over them, too, but Kaoru touches his wrist.

“Are you not staying beside me?”

Haurchefant goes still. “Would it please you, should I stay?”

Kaoru nods, lifting the sheet and patting the bed. “Lay down.”

Haurchefant smiles, kissing their forehead. “Allow me a moment to freshen up, and I shall join you post haste.”

….

Kaoru must have dozed off while Haurchefant was washing up, because they stir awake as he joins them under the covers.

They sigh, curling into the warmth of his body in their half-awake state. He smelled good, the scent of sweat and sex washed away. Had he reapplied his cologne?

How unnecessary, Kaoru thought, even as they breathed in the subtle scent with feline enjoyment. Their cheeks rubbing up against the super soft fabric of his sleep shirt. Mmm.

They were so sleepy, so sleepy.

“Is this alright?” Haurchefant asks, curling his arms around them.

It strikes Kaoru as somewhat funny, considering all the many liberties he had taken with them this night.

They nuzzle into him, curling their leg over him and smiling sleepily. Already drifting back into the realm of slumber.

“Rest well, Kaoru,” Haurchefant whispers softly, kissing their hair and closing his eyes.

Kaoru drifts into wakefulness slowly. A bright beam of sunshine shining on their eyelids. They grumble, turning away from the dazzling brightness and burying their face into their pillow.

…..

….

…

It smelled like Haurchefant.

And laughed like him, too.

Wait, laughed?

Kaoru jerks awake, their hair a wild mess of the well rested.

Huh? Huhh?

“Good morning, kitten,” Haurchefant says, looking far too chipper for so early in the morning.

Kaoru blinks. “...Good morning?”

The miqo'te jolts as they sense movement, their head whipping around.

“I brought breakfast. My lord Haurchefant suggested you might be quite hungry after your evening activities,” Ger says in complete deadpan, holding a tray that was stacked high with delectable goodness that had Kaoru’s stomach instantly rumbling.

Kaoru jerks their head to stare at Haurchefant, stunned silent with embarrassment as Ger places the tray on the bed within in reach for the both of them.

Pop!

Kaoru flinches, blinking as confetti rains down on the both of them.

“This was also requested,” Ger says.

Haurchefant shrugs sheepishly when Kaoru stares at him incredulously.

“I was only joking. I did not expect Ger to take it so literally!” Haurchefant says, rubbing at the back of his neck.

Ger clears her throat pointedly, “Congratulations on the new stepping stone in your relationship. I will be close by if you have need of me. Enjoy your breakfast.”

Haurchefant coughs. “Actually, Ger. If you would not mind checking Kaoru over after we eat? I would be most appreciative. I tended to what I could, but I am by no means a healer.”

Ger glances to Kaoru. “If you are comfortable with it, I will do so.”

Kaoru could only nod, feeling a little overwhelmed. They were still processing yesterday on a groggy brain, let alone the activity of this morning.

Ger nods, giving a far too formal bow, and takes her leave.

Haurchefant sighs. “Well, that's Ger for you. Always so polite, so formal. A habit I cannot seem to break her of even now.”

Kaoru rubs at their face, yawning. This was too much to deal with right now, and they were hungry.

Haurchefant laughs as they drag the tray towards them, blowing bits of confetti off the platters that lined it edge to edge, keeping their breakfast perfectly warm.

“Shall we eat?” Haurchefant suggests with a grin, lifting the lid to a platter and fanning the delicious smell their way

“Feed me,” Kaoru agrees, feeling quite ravenous.

Everything else could wait.

[the-lion-of-house-fortemps]

“Shut up,” is the first thing his most loyal knight says to him. 

“I’ve said nothing!” Haurchefant laughs, but his smile is so large it looks painful.

 The midlander sighs deep, looking down at the fancy noble dress she now wore. She missed her knight’s attire fiercely in this moment. “...I cannot carry my sword like this.” 

Haurchefant is still smiling. 

“...Must you look so happy?” 

“Yes,” Haurchefant says with barely restrained glee. “I’ve never seen you in a dress!” 

[ladyramora]

Author Interview

Tagged by @eemamminy-art

Putting a read more because this baby is looong....

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 72! It would be more if I posted all of my Tumblr snippets separately lol

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

467,534 words.

A decent bit, I think. Though I started writing again in 2015, so maybe it's not much? It's not everything I've written on Tumblr, either.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

I used to write for FF11 & Inu Yasha, plus Inu Yasha & Yuyu Hakusho crossover fic. I never deleted my fanfic dot net account, but it is all super old now. Nobody go looking for it! I may one day rewrite some of those old fic, but confronting my teenage writing skills is a bit much for me right now lmao.

My Ao3 is all FFXIV at this point, but that is subject to change! I have a c0mmission from Divinity: Original Sin 2 I'm currently working on! (Ifan. He's such an interesting, handsome guy. I'm having fun writing him~ ❤️)

I am interested in writing for other fandoms! For instance, Nu Carnival that is currently one of my favorite games, and possibly BG3? But I only know of it, haven't played it, I'll have to do research to write for it.

I just need to work through my current queue first!

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

I'm gonna go by actual chaptered fic, not just my collections of Tumblr snippets.

• Drowning in Blue:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4679429/chapters/10680896

Kudo count: 460 ❤️

Haurchefant/Warrior of Light (reader insert).

Summary: The Warrior of Light is granted a wish from Hydaelyn after being gravely wounded in the fight with the Ascians.

I have a lot of love for this one, however I would like to go back & edit it to make it more friendly to nonbinary & they/them readers. I do enjoy the writing style I have in this one. I do remember writing chapter after chapter of this one, day after day. A lot of passion there.

• In plain sight:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4333374/chapters/9826917

Kudo count: 385 ❤️

Yet another Haurchefant/Warrior of Light (reader insert).

Summary: The Warrior of Light has fled from Ul'dah to take refuge in Camp Dragonhead after being accused of treason. Though dark times have forced them there, it is in Camp Dragonhead that potentially disastrous shenanigans ensue. Much Fluff with attempts at humor. Haurchefant x WoL. Tataru and Alphinaud friendships.

This one! The fic where I created Ger! Another one I would like to edit to make more friendly to non-binary & they/them readers. I'd also like to update Ger's characterization, because she's an entirely different character now! But I really enjoyed writing this fic. It was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed exploring Haurchefant's character & building up the relationship between him and WoL. I had a sequel planned & everything. I'd still like to write that sequel eventually. I have a draft on my computer for it lol.

•Switching Roles:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9899933

Kudo count: 266 ❤️

Summary: Estinien lies in wait for Aymeric. This is also porn. Can be stand alone, but more like a sequel to Sweet like birch syrup.

Estinien and Aymeric were my first foray into writing smut, not just fading to black or ending at the buildup & making people ask in my comments "that's it? where's the rest of it?"

Oh, how far we have come since then! I used to say I was strictly a fluff/romance writer with occasional angst. Now look at me. 95% pure, explicit smut!

•Peculiarity:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36427720/chapters/90829135

Kudo count: 244 ❤️

Hermes/Warrior of Light (reader insert?) from Hermes POV.

I won't post the summary because it's kinda sorta Endwalker Spoilers! Sorry!

I will say that this fic is my current baby. I love Hermes sooo much. I relate to him a lot. It makes me very sad that so many people in fandom seem to hate him. My poor, misguided little meow meow.

Yet another character I ship with Ram, in theory, but as of yet not in written practice. Just vibes, just brainwyrms doing loops in the old noggin.

•The Cats Meow:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4508475/chapters/10253364

Kudo count: 243 ❤️

Haurchefant/Miqo'te WoL (reader insert)

Summary: Haurchefant notices the cat-like qualities in the Miqo'te!WoL. Attempts at humor and fluff.

Ok, this one is just silly fluff. Much romance. Very cute. Meow. This was around the time I was still playing my miqo'te, before I left her standing by Haurchefant's desk before level 57.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Eyes Ever Heavensward

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29054034

Kudo count: 33 ❤️

Haurchefant/Warrior of Light (reader insert)

Summary:

The one where Haurchefant is a member of the Heavensward, and WoL is storming The Vault. Angst. Feels. Unhappy Ending.

Ok, I probably have a few angsty ones but this one made me cry while I was writing it. I think it's just angstier because of what WoL is forced, with no other choice, to do in the fic.

:( ͡° ᴥ ͡°)

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I have so many that end on positive/happy endings. I can't really say what is the happiest. Maybe fix-it fics?

8. do you get hate on fics?

Not so much on fic. I have gotten some mean/malicious anons on Tumblr, but not since my fanfiction dot net days have I gotten "flames" or somebody sending me a link to my fic being posted on "gaff" (god awful fanfiction). That was really mean lmao.

I just end up deleting hateful comments, anons, etc. Who wants to waste time on that?

Attacking or harassing real people over fiction is utterly ridiculous and I will never condone that.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Hello, so much smut!

I can write super explicit stuff that is really raunchy, or more flowery/romantic types. Fun, silly, sweet. Darker themes. I'm pretty flexible when it comes to writing smut.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

I have. Probably RP? The other crossovers I've done are nowhere near as crazy as things can get in RP.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of??

It's harder to pinpoint with writing, I think. People can have similar ideas, plots, or just enjoy similar tropes.

Unless someone is copying your work word for word, lifting scenes, or using it for A/I... (A/I images & text are theft. We want A/I to help people, not to replace human creativity with regurgitated trash that has no human soul.)

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

I think I had someone ask at one point but it was some time ago. I don't even remember what fic it was.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Does RP count?

Brainstorming, bouncing ideas off one another. Or even just doing prompts & requests... I think that counts as creating together, if not actually "co-writing".

14. what's your all-time favourite ship?

I have so many!!!

For FFXIV in particular, it's probably still tied between Haurchefant/WoL and Zenos/WoL at the top. Ships with Ysayle or Foulques!! Ships with NPCs that are job class or side characters.

I am really fond of Emet/WoL, too. Tbh, any Scion ship or Ascian ship.

I love them all...

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Don't call me out like this 😔

I want to finish so many...

Ones that I feel I have to edit to add to them, maybe? I just don't have the free time to do so right now.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Hmm. Research and dedication to accurate characterization??

Dialogue, I think, because I enjoy it very much, but that could also be marked in weaknesses because I struggle with certain characters. (Smart characters. Characters like Urianger who have a particular way of speaking, etc, etc.)

Setting the scene. Word counts go crazy with that.

Descriptive writing and character introspection. I can dive deep into that.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely perfectionism. I'm never satisfied. I want every fic I write to be a home cooked meal. Michelin star.

Also run on sentences and my love affair with commas, em dashes, and semicolons.

Keeping the tenses consistent.

World building.

Overworking. (Set word count? What's that? What if 3k fic became a 6k fic became a 9k fic. Oops.)

Having time/energy to write. That's a big one. 🥲

I'm a caretaker for my disabled sister, the designated chef of my household, and just constantly busy every day. I try to squeeze in writing where I can, but some days I'm just so tired and drained that I have basically nothing to spare for my creative pursuits. It's a definite struggle to work through that.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I like to read it! It's especially fun if it's a fantasy language like vulcan or elvish.

Unfortunately, I only speak English, and even writing in my first language can be difficult. I don't know any other languages well enough to even attempt writing in them.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Inu Yasha, DBZ, FF11. All when I was a teenager.

Then I didn't write again for years and years. Started up again with FFXIV.

20. favourite fic you've written?

I have so many I love, I can't pick one favorite... I'll just list a few of my favorites right now!

XIVSapphicWeek Snippets

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45529894/chapters/114564367

Ram x Ysayle & RamLynn

(Lynn belongs to my RP partner, @/lynnslight )

I had an AyaGer one planned but I didn't end up writing more before the week ended. I'm still gonna use the prompts & add to it, eventually ❤️

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•Peculiarity

(Yes, again. I'm posting it twice)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36427720/chapters/90829135

Hermes x WoL

Summary is !Endwalker Spoilers!

This is my current baby, I have the next chapter stewing. The start of the smut always has to be good, you know? The flavor has to be just right~

•A (Primal is a) Wish Your Heart Makes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29186616

Angst. Gerchefant? Primal Haurchefant. I have a WIP of the next chapter & it is angst and smut.

(You know what's funny? I've written/posted more Ger smut than Ram smut lmao! Sorry Ram. I love putting Ger in situations 😌❤️)

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Favorite series?

Amnesia Zenos, Villain Haurchefant, any Ascian fic (particularly fond of Attracting Ascians, I need to write more for that one.)

Amnesia Zenos

•Dancing In The Dark

Zenos x reader Insert WoL

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16868251/chapters/39610297

Summary: If Zenos had lost his memory, and WoL was the one to find him.

• Dancing In The Dark - With Two

Zenos x reader Insert WoL

Summary: One with Amnesia, the other without? Two Zenos? You can barely handle one.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16868563/chapters/39611086

Villain!Haurchefant

•Villains and Heroes

Summary: “Shh, it’s alright,” the villain said. “You’re doing beautifully and I’m so proud of you. But that’s enough now. It was cruel of them to make you fight me - you could never have won. It’s not your fault.” Villain!Haurchefant

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16868086/chapters/39609883

•Attracting Ascians

Ascians x reader insert WoL

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29053515/chapters/71312748

Summary: The Warrior of Light attracts Ascians like moths to light. Or the one where WoL Kisses Ascians instead of Killing them. (ARR. Early? Maybe. IDK, who cares about Canon, this is Fanfiction.)

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Special mention to my WiP fics I haven't posted yet except for some snippets like that Ram x Zenos smut, the dark themed/dubcon Fandaniel fics that I'm excited about.

Also the Nu Carnival & Obey Me! fic I started that I want to eventually sit down and properly write...

(I know. Fic that isn't FFXIV? Gasp.)

And of course, the comms!!

I really try to write every comm I get like I'm cooking a homemade meal for someone.

I made it for you. Take a fucking bite bro, I love you man. (Gender neutral uses of 'bro' & 'man', ofc. It's like saying 'dude' to me lol)

https://youtu.be/tkUSCNr0aDE?si=uDbsApgeOLU_SvMx

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Anyway, thanks for tagging me ❤️

If any of my followers would like to do this, I'm tagging you! 💕

[ladyramora]

How about a self indulgent thing, a nice 'date' with or without declaring it so between Ger and Haurchefant?

The candle was burning low, the flickering flame casting shadows across the report she was currently leading. The words blurring in and out of focus with the tiredness of her eyes. Ger sighs, taking a moment to rub at them, the press of her fingers an aching relief. The hour was late, long past the time she would be in bed. But it had not sat right with her to leave her lord alone to deal with this sudden influx of activity reports. The night watch had spotted no small amount of strange goings on of late, and two pairs of eyes were better than one to get to the bottom of it.

Ger jumps with the sudden thunk of something weighty dropping onto the wood of her Lord's desk. She looks up, the sheaf of papers in her hands slipping to land in a pile to be swept to the side as she watches, bemused, as her Lord Haurchefant moves the small bit of clutter on his desk to the side and sets out cups, still steaming bowls of the stew she knew Medguistl had been prepping for bright and early that morning, and a candelabra with fresh candles that were still unlit.

Ger eyes the nondescript bottle that he had set down first, the cause of the sound that had startled her in the breaking of the quiet. "What's all this, then?" She asks, favoring her lord with a narrow eyed stare as Haurchefant lights the candelabra with that dying candle, blows the guttering candle out, and then plucks the heavy bottle up and uncorks it with his teeth. Filling the cup he had set in front of her just shy of the brim.

Haurchrfant spits the cork, a soft "puh," of sound leaving his lips as it drops from his mouth and rolls across the floor somewhere. Unlikely to be found again. Did he intend for them to drink the whole bottle?

"We have not had time for dinner," Haurchefant says, pouring his own glass. But his, Ger notes, is only filled to the half way mark. "Shall we take a break and eat?"

"You've been gone half a bell at least," Ger remarks pointedly, lifting her glass and pausing at the unmistakable potent scent of Daniffen's joy wafting from the cup. A drink saved for special occasions.

What was he up to?

Ger sighs, deciding she did not rightly care, and raises the cup to her lips. She was overdue for a damn stiff drink. It burns like dragon fire as it goes down; settling warm in her belly and chasing away any chill she might be feeling.

Ger sets her mug asde, mostly emptied, and reaches for the bowl her lord had set in front of her.

"Ah, ah," Haurchefant tuts, his voice right in her ear, and Ger tenses as his hands settle on her shoulders.

"It's still too hot," Haurchefant murmurs, his breath a warm puff of air ghosting over her ear and cheek.

Ger swallows, hands grasping at the edge of his desk. "My lord...?" What had gotten into him?

Haurchefant tsks, "You work too much, my lionheart," and takes the knight by surprise as he digs his fingers in, kneading at muscles she had not realized were quite so sore.

Ger makes a low sound, head tipping forward as she presses her fingers into his desk.

Haurchefant sucks in air through his teeth. "So tense, so tense," the lord comments as he works his magic on her. "Have I worked you too hard, my dear?"

Ger shakes her head, grey eyes half lidded, biting at her lip to stifle the sounds her lord was pulling from her in this unprecedented massage.

"Ah, but of course, you were never one to complain. So very dedicated.." Haurchefant chuckles gently. His thumbs digging in and making the midlander groan despite herself.

Ger's lips part, mind whirling. What was going on? Had she fallen asleep whilst reading? There had to be a reasonable explanation for such a shift in her Lord's behavior.

Wait. The bottle. Ger reaches for it, swishing the liquid around inside. It was already partially empty.

"My lord," Ger growls, tipping her head back to stare up at him in disapproval. "Are you drunk?"

Haurchefant laughs. His fingertips sweeping wide, caressing her throat and along her clavicle. Large, warm; distracting.

So very distracting.

Ger swallows with that lingering caress.

"No, Ger," her Lord laughs. Then adds with a twinkle to his eye as he bends forward to wink at her. "Not just yet, at least. Though I do seem to have lost the cork to the bottle. So, up for a bit of drinking?"

Ger stares at him, eyebrows furrowing. This was all strange. What was he up to? "...What are you doing?"

Haurchefant grins down at her. Warm and just a tad mischievous. "Can I not reward my most loyal knight with a hot meal and a stiff drink?"

"And the massage?" Ger asks, narrow eyed and suspicious. "Are you trying to butter me up? Or have you yet to confess something? Something I will mislike?"

Haurchefant hums. That mischievous expression falling to one of a more serious, thoughtful nature. His hands cup her jaw, those too blue eyes gazing down to meet grey, face softened by warm candle light. "...I am unsure," the Lord murmurs.

His thumbs drag over her cheeks.

Despite all her careful composure, Ger cannot fight the way she shivers. How her fair skin reddens. The gentle part of her lips as she whispers, "...my lord?"

Haurchefant lowers his head.

Ger gasps as his lips brush hers, and the lord pulls back to gaze intensely into her face. "...Do you mislike it?" He asks.

She can see the questions in the wide blue of his eyes without him needing speak the words. Did he make a mistake? Had he ruined it? Should he not have kissed her?

Ger lurches upright, heart thundering as she stumbles to stand and turn to face him.

She stares at him. Haurchefant gazes helplessly back. His posture is already defeated. The way he says her name, "Ger?" soft and pleading.

"Lord Haurchefant," she says, and winces at the way he flinches.

She pauses, touches her lips, says, "My lord…" There are so many reasons why they shouldn't.

So many reasons. Yet she could not bring to mind even one as she looks at his face.

Her hands fist at her sides, eyes closing as she breathes deep. "...I did not." Her voice cracks as she admits it. Allows herself to be selfish. "I do not. ... Mislike it."

She opens her eyes. To look at him, a favorite pastime. Haurchefant looks… shocked. Relieved. A slow smile chasing across his face, cracking into a wide grin. "Yes?"

Ger feels herself blush. "I should like it… very much.. if you did so again."

Haurchefant is in her personal space in two strides of his long elezen legs. "Permission to take you into my arms, my dear?" Haurchefant about purrs into her ear, hovering just close enough that the smaller knight could feel the heat of his body.

"Granted," Ger replies, and her voice only faintly trembles along with the rest of her body.

The lord swoops down, clutching her to him, and Ger wraps her arms around him, clinging just as tightly. His lips find hers and it is he who gasps then at the unbridled passion he is met with. The first one had counted just barely. Twas much better to have his affections returned.

The midlander gives a soft sound as the lord lifts her, seating her on his desk, and continuing to kiss her with barely a breath between them.

Ger places her hands against his chest, flushing hot as her lord tugs at the backs of her knees and presses himself between her thighs.

She pulls back, softening their kiss as she leans away. "The stew," she says, a little breathless.

Haurchefant hums, kissing over her jaw. His lips drag over her ear, his breath hot as he murmurs, "Still much too hot."

Ger shudders as he licks at her ear, sucking her earlobe into his mouth to nibble between his teeth. She covers her mouth, cheeks blushing red as she tilts her head to the side. Haurchefant hums approvingly, cradling her close as he kisses down her throat and sucks marks into her skin that will be near impossible to hide.

"My lord," his knight moans.

Haurchefant lifts his head, his eyes like a blue flame as he frowns disapprovingly and corrects her. "I should like to hear you call me by my name as your lover."

Get about chokes. Lover? "My lord..!"

Haurchefant tuts. "What was that?"

Ger bites her lip, eyelashes fluttering, and then says quietly, "... Haurchefant."

Haurchefant beams, cupping her face in his hands as he brushes their noses together. Gazing deep into her eyes as he croons, "Yes, my dear?"

Ger's mouth works soundlessly. What… What had she meant to say?

Haurchefant grins roguishly. "Have I rendered you speechless, my lionheart?"

Ger pushes him back, frowning and breathing deep. He was too close. She could not think with him crowding against her all smiling lips and too blue eyes. His familiar scent filling her nose and fogging her brain.

"We have work to do." She says lamely.

Haurchefant looks at her steadily. Then sighs. He steps back, muttering, "Very well," and flops into her empty chair.

Ger frowns, still sitting on his desk. She hops down, and gives a yelp as the lord pulls her quite abruptly into his lap, sideways.

"Indulge me this," the lord huffs, holding her captive in his arms as she tries to squirm out of his lap.

"Indulging you is all I do," Ger retorts, huffing. She could break free if she really wanted to. But she would be lying to say some part of her was not enjoying this.

Haurchefant makes a show of whining, "Gerrrr," and clutching her to him. "Will you not compromise? If I cannot kiss you, at least let me hold you!"

Ger rolls her eyes reflexively as he whines her name, but ceases her struggling with a theatrical sigh.

"Fine."

Haurchefant makes a smug, triumphant sound in her ear.

Ger snorts and reaches for the papers that she had been looking over before her lord had made his reappearance.

Haurchefant captures her hand. "None of that! We eat first, then work. Or would you have the stew Medguistl worked so hard on grow cold and go to waste?"

"Even cold, I would eat it," Ger replies, just to be ornery.

Haurchefant huffs a warm puff of air against her neck. "Well, tonight you will have it hot," the lord says with humor, grasping her spoon and scooping up some stew to bring to her lips.

Ger eyes the spoon, flustered. Did he truly mean to feed her?

"Open up," Haurchefant coos, saccharine sweet.

Ger exhales a sigh through her nose and opens her mouth. The stew is still thankfully warm, though she can hardly register the delicate marrying of flavors as she sits on her lord's lap and is fed spoonful after spoonful.

Haurchefant radiates such happiness from something so simple. Her heart aches with the fondness she feels for him.

Soon enough her bowl is empty, and Ger reaches for the one meant for Haurchefant.

She takes up his spoon and takes a bite as Haurchefant asks her with a chuckle, "Still hungry?"

Still warm enough.

She scoops up another bite and promptly feeds it to Haurchefant.

Haurchefant laughs around that mouthful. Chewing and swallowing before pecking a kiss to her cheek. "Fair is fair, I see."

Ger feeds him another bite, quietly pleased. She cannot help but gaze at his face, unaware how very soft her own expression is. How it usually was when she took care of him, as she had often done over the years. But this, now, was different.

She can still feel his kiss lingering on her lips. Sweet and filled with promise.

As Haurchefant finishes his stew, Ger grabs the bottle of daniffen's joy and fills his cup to the brim.

"You lost the cork," Ger says pointedly as Haurchefant grins at her crookedly.

She waits until he lifts the cup to sip from it, before saying dryly, "Drink up, lover."

The resulting spray of alcohol is worth it for the sound of her lord's laughter.

[the-lion-of-house-fortemps]

“You owe me. Big.” 

[the-lion-of-house-fortemps]

[ladyramora]

Got any nsfw and sfw Haurchefant x WoL x Ger hc’s? I love Ger btw 🥰 so cute but so badass

Haurchefant and WoL have similar Chaotic Energy. Ger, more often than not, is in possession of the braincell. If not Ger, WoL more often. Romantic, reckless Haurchefant defends that gut instincts are just as good. Sweet, noble, selfless Haurchefant needs to be protected at all costs. Oft times from himself.

Ger, used to taking care of Haurchefant (making sure he rests, eats, does not overwork himself, etc), does not register at first that she is coddling WoL in the exact same manner until Haurchefant teases her about it. Ger is a little embarrassed to have it pointed out, but staunchly continues on with such treatment. Someone has to make sure WoL is cared for. WoL does not mind at all.

Haurchefant is only too happy to see the two of them getting along. Group hugs are a thing. Bottling up emotions was a thing of the past, and Haurchefant would deny himself the joy of expressing his affections openly.

Ger is not so loud in her affections, but she is not shy about them either. Where Haurchefant's hugs are firm, swing you around type of embraces; Ger's are more subdued, but no less enjoyable. Warm and lingering, her hands sweeping down your back as she holds you to her.

Ger's kisses are a different kind. Every one measured. Her lips softer than you could have imagined. Kisses out in the open are wont to be chaste. Your cheek, your forehead, your jaw. Warm, brief, tingly. It leaves you wanting more. (If you press her for more, she might give in and indulge you. Backing you into a darkened corner or anywhere away from prying eyes to kiss you until you are satisfied.)

Haurchefant's kisses are many. He would kiss your body all over if you let him. Your hands, your arms, your neck, and of course your lips. Every one sweet, adoring. Passionate, of course, if you allow him to linger. Ger kindly asks you two to stop making out on Lord Haurchefant's desk where everyone can see. No, that does not mean turn your attentions to her instead! There is work to be done! Corentiaux, some assistance! But Corentiaux only looks the other way, as do all the other knights posted in the room. They would not deny those most dear to Camp Dragonhead their joys. Though Yaelle does comment loudly and for all in the room to hear that the "Falling Snows" as Haurchefant had dubbed the intercessory was certainly a fine place for their Lord and the Warrior of Light to host their meetings away from prying eyes. Ger is, of course, dragged along with them as Haurchefant declares that a fine idea just as loudly, and far too cheerfully.

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You had once been fortunate enough to witness Ger kneel down, taking Haurchefant's hand in hers - delicate and reverent - and place kiss to the back of his hand. It had flustered the lord for the rest of the day.

You had not understood until she does the same to you. With Haurchefant pressed intimately close behind you, his hands wound about your waist, his chin on your shoulder as he murmurs low and sweet. Telling you the tale of Ger's knighting. How she had pledged herself to him, knelt at his feet - not his father's - and pressed her lips to the back of his hand.

Her lips linger overlong on the back of your hand. And you cannot look away as her gaze lifts to meet yours, her grey eyes boring into you, almost black in the soft lantern light.

"Once you have her loyalty," Haurchefant says, soft and fond. "That's it. And you, dear heart," he nuzzles against your neck, his breath warm on your skin. "You've earned it."

You can still feel her kiss on the back of her hand as she releases you. Your fingers end up in her hair as Ger's palms settle on your thighs.

You find yourself in the Lord's lap, his knight still kneeling between your spread legs. Haurchefant's voice is liken to a purr. "Let us take care of you."

How could you refuse?

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Haurchefant likes being the little spoon. Be it by his lion-hearted knight or by their dearest Warrior of Light. Or even better, to be sandwiched between them. Ahh, what bliss. Warm and all snuggled together in the Lord's large bed.

Lord Haurchefant commissions a bathtub that can fit three people. Getting clean quickly becomes an excuse. You are filthier in the bath than you are outside of it.

Despite how very energetic Haurchefant is, between you and Ger, even he becomes tired. What's more surprising, is that Ger seems to have an almost endless supply of energy. It is only when you team up with Haurchefant against her that you tire her enough to rest. For someone so seven hells bent on making sure the two of you were hale and whole, she is resistant to the same such treatment for herself. But her lord is bigger than her, if not stronger - and you, Warrior of Light, did not give up. It is a battle that Ger simply cannot win.

Speaking of battle. Seeing Haurchefant and Ger fight side by side is... eye opening. Having witnessed them in action apart first, and then together, you realize why they move the way they do. They are more used to fighting together. However, should you ask any Fortemps knight lucky enough to behold all three of you in battle with any regularity, they might comment on how their dynamic had changed. They have adapted to having a Warrior of Light at their side.

[the-lion-of-house-fortemps]

[ladyramora]

A Knightly Duel

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You sit on a stone ledge, fighting back shivers from the surrounding snow with sips of your cocoa.

You sit, and watch with mild interest as your two favorite knights practice with much greener knights. Showing them more effective footwork or how better to hold a blade.

As you watch Haurchefant demonstrate proper footwork, blade raised up to clash against Germanotta, - who explains to the sproutling knights how to hold their blade just so to avoid being disarmed - a sudden inkling of a thought hits you.

Brewing and growing as you watch the both of them work together like a well oiled machine.

So you sit, and sip, and wait. Until the time when they send their students off with instructions to practice more in their down time.

You wait, a question on the tip of your tongue that was sure to inspire an interesting response.

Your eyes stray to Haurchefant, his sword drawn as he swings his blade against a practice dummy. Then moving on to Germanotta, who offers you a hand up.

Seeing that they are finally alone again, you give voice to the thought that had been itching at the back of your mind this entire time.

"Out of the two of you, who do you think would win in a serious fight?" You ask Germanotta, but just loud enough to be heard over the thudding of Haurchefant's blade on sturdy magic treated wood.

The thudding abruptly stops, and Germanotta pauses before you with a look of surprise. It lasts for only a moment, Germanotta shaking her head at you in good humor. "Ah, a surprising question to be sure. But with a short answer besides. Of course my lord Haurchefant would win. He was not merely given the title he bears now. Nay, he earned his place as any other knight would have. Through hard work, and dedication to honoring all that comes with the mantle of a knight. With little doubt, I believe my lord would win."

You hum, frowning thoughtfully at her answer when Haurchefant joins you in the process of sheathing his blade. "I do not agree. " He says, with a narrow eyed sterness that you only seen under the right circumstance. Haurchefant was completely serious.

Germanotta furrows her brow, straightening to look up at her lord as he comes closer to stand at her side. "I am well aware of my own abilities, my lord. And with yours as well. I would hope I know both well enough to answer honestly. "

Haurchefant cuts a hand through the air in disagreement, shaking his head. "You doubt yourself still, after all these years? You are a skilled knight, Germanotta. It is not I who deserves to sit in that chair - but you."

Germanotta curls her lip, surprising you and Haurchefant both with new uncharacterised anger. "Bite your tongue! I would not suffer anyone say such slanderous things about my lord! I will allow no other to do such, and so the same I would say unto you! You are the Lord of Camp Dragonhead! Through every hardship have I watched you struggle, only to emerge victorious as you are wont to do. We cannot decide our parentage, yet you did not let the hand dealt to you stop you from rising through the ranks. You trained harder than any knight I had ever known. Fought through countless battles. Saved countless lives! And I will not have you deny your unparalleled skill, my lord. I cannot abide by it; I won't!"

You stare with wide eyes as Germanotta heaped the angriest praise you had ever heard onto Lord Haurchefant. Was this the end of the discussion after that?

Haurchefant looks stunned, and a little embarrassed as he glances at you. Then that look fades, that stern expression from before returning even stronger now.

"Germanotta, you are the greatest knight I've ever had the pleasure to know. Loyal to a fault. Fearless in battle. You have given your whole life to me and mine House. And yet - and yet; still you doubt yourself. Yet still! - You measure your capabilities... and find them lacking?"

Haurchefant steps close, touching a hand to the smaller knight's shoulder. Ducking his head to look into her wide grey eyes with deep, solemn blue. "This? I cannot allow."

With that said, he grabs ahold of her, forcibly turning her towards the stairs leading to the Aetherythe. "Now. We will go to my private training room, and settle this matter once and for all."

You watch as he pushes at the smaller knight, keeping her walking as she tries to protest.

"This is completely unnecessary, my lord. A waste of your valuable time to be sure!" Germanotta argues, visibly disgruntled as Haurchefant forces her to walk in front of him using his larger Elezen stature against her.

It was clear she was irked about being man handled. Strong she may be, but Haurchefant was taller and using such against her. Perfectly capable, and willing, to pick her up and carry her bodily if she did not walk on her own.

"You will do as I say," Haurchefant replies with somehow gentle command.

"My lord-," Germanotta protests.

Haurchefant interrupts. "Germanotta - As Lord of Camp Dragonhead and your superior officer, I challenge you to a duel and order you to accept."

Germanotta falls silent.

Then, "That's not how that works, and you know it. You cannot command me for this."

Haurchefant makes a thoughtful sound. "Can I not? Will you deny me?"

Germanotta pauses. Then sighs, "No, my lord. I would not."

Haurchefant seems pleased, "Good!" He calls out your name then, beckoning, "Are you coming?"

You startle, realising you'd fallen behind just watching the two of them.

"Ah, yes!"

[ladyramora]

Totally would love to read the Ger x Haurchefant that you write!

Yeah? All right. 

[ladyramora]

Gosh that prompt about the supervillain nemesis makes me think of your villain!Haurchefant au… that was some good writing, I think I shall go reread all of it.

(Thank you so much, anon ❤️🥺 I really adore Villain Haurchefant. I hope you like this little snippet I wrote just for you and my other Villain Haurchefant lovers~ 💕)

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The next time you see Greystone, you shove him against the wall and pin him there with you body, inspiring the villain to burst into delightful giggling as he gazed at you in surprise with manic, adoring blue eyes. "What ever is the meaning of this, hero?" He asks breathlessly.

"You tell me," You say, not allowing yourself to be swayed or softened by his charms or plain affection for you. "There was rumors of a new threat. Another villain on the rise that was gunning for me. All of the sudden it's as if they were wiped off the face of the planet. No one has heard a peep from them, let alone spotted them. Last I heard, they had gotten involved with you. So tell me, Greystone, what did you do?"

The villain had been flushing steadily red under the intensity of your gaze, his breath quick and heated with your forceful demand. Hahh, things had been so sweet between you for so long, he had almost forgotten what it could be like to be this close! To feel your gaze upon him as a villain, as a threat. But not to you. No, never to you. He adored holding your attention so, causing just enough chaos and discord so that you might have to deal with him.

The dynamic between you worked quite well. A song and dance just for him and for his lovely hero. Yet there were always others trying to cut in. To shove him out and claim his rightful spot as his hero's partner. It simply could not be tolerated.

"They overstepped, my dear," Greystone replies with a simpering smile. "They wanted to hurt you. To truly harm you and yours. I simply did what needed to be done to protect you. To maintain the status quo."

His hero's expression pinches and twists. What an unpleasant expression on their lovely face. Were they angry with him?

"Forgive me for intervening, my dearest," Greystone murmurs with a contrite pout, reaching out to stroke his beloved hero's face. Only to make a hurt expression as they brush his hand off.

"What did you..." His hero shakes their head and steps back from him. Looking troubled. "Did you... kill them?"

Greystone steps forward as they retreat from him, ever chasing after them. "Of course not, my heart." He had not. What his dearest, most loyal knight might have done was another story entirely. Though he no longer held such titles, he was still her lord. Her loyalty had not wavered all this time. Ger always did her best to take care of him.

His hero is tense as he grasps their shoulders, gazing at him warily.

"I did not harm them. They were quite well when last I interacted with them," Greystone reassures them, kneading gently at the tense set of their delectable muscles. His hands flit up to cup their face, cradling their cheeks in his palms as he gazes at them wide, compelling blue eyes. His thumb sweeping over the pursed line of their lovely lips. "I only issued them a warning. That to seek to harm you would make them my enemy."

His hero seems reluctant, but does not fight him as he draws them into his embrace. "You had nothing to do with their disappearance?"

Greystone smiles. "Not a thing." It was true that he had no involvement in such matters. His most capable knight took them upon herself, not wanting her lord to sully his hands. His lionheart dealt with threats so neatly that he need not lift a finger. He really should reward her more.

"Now, where is that smile I so adore?" Greystone purrs, delighting in the hesitant quirk of his hero's lips in response. "Aha, there it is! How splendid, how sweet. I simply must have a taste!"

His hero gives something of a startled sound as Greystone tugs them into a fervent, hungry kiss. The villain purring in his throat approvingly as they melt into him.

The subject of other villains who may or may not have been a threat was quickly forgotten.

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[ladyramora]

I love that "Au Ra fashion their shed scales into gifts for their lovers" idea that @worldsfool came up with and you wrote that fic with Thancred for! It be neat to use it with Haurchefant (or any other Ishgardian), but au ra WoL is worried about how he'd react because oh hey dragons also have scales and Ishgardians don't like dragons D:

Perhaps this was not the most common or favored way of doing this, but the worry that gnawed at you was too strong to ignore. And thus, do you watch your gift to him be carried away in the hands of a knight you trusted. Watch as that knight carries casual conversation with the lord you seek to court. And even more casually do they slip the ornately carved box on his desk without his notice and slip away silently, heading back in your direction. A wink. 

Your gaze is drawn back towards his desk. Waiting with baited breath for him to notice your gift. After some few moments of signing documents he looks up, catches sight of it and pauses. Paper and quill to be set aside as he pulls the box towards himself and looks around. He does not see you, hidden as you are. You watch his face, taking in every minute shift in expression. Breathing in shakily as he opens the box and looks inside. 

He blinks. Blue eyes widening as he dips his finger into the box and traces over the contents. It had taken you many tries, and so many more shed scales to get it exactly right. Ear clasps were popular with elezen. It could be seen as just a regular gift. The ring, though. That was clearly a courting gift. A promise. 

Haurchefant looks up, and somehow his eyes find you in your hiding spot. Had he known you were here all along? Something in your face must give you away. Haurchefant rises from his seat and is half way across the room to meet you before you even think of making your exit. You could not bear it if he rejected you...

Haurchefant catches your wrist, crowding you against hearth warmed stone. “Wait,” he says, “Do not go before you hear my answer.” 

Your mouth works, throat dry. “..And? What is it?”

Haurchefant places the box in your hands and you feel sick. Oh, gods, was he...? You stare with wide eyes then as Haurchefant plucks the clasps from his ears and drops them in the box, and then fiddles with his armor to remove one green glove. “Put them on me,” the lord murmurs, crowding close again. Your hands tremble as you reach inside the box, your heart pounding in your chest, your throat. Haurchefant’s eyes are warm and deep blue as they rove over your face. Your cheeks burn. 

He leans into you as you slide the clasps over the soft flesh of his earlobes, a shudder travelling through him and into you. His eyes fall to your lips, purposeful, and then drift up again to meet your gaze. “Now, the ring,” his voice is low, almost raspy in quality. You swallow hard, and take his hand. Haurchefant’s eyelashes flutter and lower as he stares, watching you slide the ring on his finger. 

He look to you with so much intensity in his face. So much emotion. His fingers stroking over the scales that with color matched your own; that were your own. 

 “Yes,” he says, and your heart squeezes in your chest, stomach swooping. 

“Oh,” you sigh on a shaky exhale. 

Haurchefant smiles, his bare hand taking yours, your scales glittering from the ring on his finger, glinting from the clasps at his ears. 

He pulls you in and your lips find his. 

“I will wear them with pride,” he says, kissing the words into your lips. You melt into him, your eyes wet and heart full. 

You feel foolish for doubting him. For momentarily painting him with the same brush as those of his more prejudiced countrymen. That was not who Haurchefant was. He would shout his love for you from the tallest spire, the highest mountain, if you let him. 

“Wherever I shall go, I’ll carry you with me,” Haurchefant says, his voice thick with emotion. 

You blink at him. Was he crying?

He grasps you by the shoulders, tears running like a river down his face. His eyes oh so blue as he practically sobs, “Mine own courting gift to you must be just as special!” 

You huff a breath through your nose. Silly, ridiculous man. He was gift enough. 

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It is hard to keep the disappointment out of your voice. "...You really have no time to spare for one game of it, Ger?"

The knight's cheeks are almost as red as her vibrant hair as she eyes you over the stack of paperwork she had raised up to her face. "Very busy," she mutters, eyes flicking from the box of pocky to you, specifically your mouth. She was staring. Did you still have chocolate on your face? You lick at your lips, hoping not as you'd been walking around Dragonhead just moments before.

Ger watches you intently, then clears her throat roughly, nodding as she gestures to the papers in her hands. "...Paperwork."

There the sound of familiar laughter as Haurchefant walks up behind the midlander, resting his chin on top of her head as he drapes his arms over her shoulders to then snatch the sheaf of papers from her grasp. "Come now, my lionheart, do not be a stick in the mud!"

"Ah..! Lord Haurchefant!" Ger voices her disgruntle as Haurchefant tosses the papers behind him to scatter to the ground.

"There, my dears, the dreaded paperwork is gone!" Haurchefant says with a cheeky wink and toothy grin. You smile behind your hand.

"With that we've plenty of free time for a game! Now, tell me; just what does this game of yours entail...?"

You explain the game, the growing glee on Haurchefant's face a contrast to the way Ger's expression becomes harder to decipher.

"Ohh, my," Haurchefant purrs, squeezing his knight in his enthusiasm.

"What fun! Is it not, Ger?"

Ger wriggles in his hold like a squirmy cat, cheeks flushed and grey eyes narrow. "I've no time for games." She ducks under his hold and snatches up the papers on the ground. "Besides, the two of you have more reason to play."

"Do we?" Haurchefant hums with a thoughtful tilt of his head, hands on his hips and watching his knight collect her scattered papers.

Ger looks over at him and you both, papers clutched to her chest. "Is it not obvious? Someone you would not mind kissing. And I've never seen two peoples more suited to that apt description."

Haurchefant spins to look at you and you feel your face heat at the glint in his eye.

He takes one step. Another. Prowling toward you and reacing out. Plucking a piece of pocky from your open box to then raise up and drag over your lips. A tantalizing caress. The smell of the chocolate as heady as the hungry expression on Haurchefant's face. The too blue of his eyes behind dark eyelashes, the rising flush of excitement on his sharp cheekbones, the draw of his lips...

You swallow hard as the pocky slips between your parted lips, Haurchefant leaning in. You breathe in a shaky breath, that blend of scents that was uniquely Haurchefant flooding your senses and mixing with the smell of chocolate.

Dimly you are aware that his knights may be watching. That Ger surely was. But all you can focus on is the intensity in Haurchefant's eyes as he bites into the pocky, nearer and nearer to your face and lips as you refuse to back down in your own challenge.

You feel flushed. Breathing fast through your nose as your heart thunders.

Haurchefant is impatient. So are you. His next bite is very large, his head tilting, your noses brushing. Your lips meet. Your hands spring up to touch his hair, pocky package falling forgotten to the ground. Haurchefant cradles you in his arms and kisses you soundly. The taste of him and the chocolate melding sweet on your tongue.

Your fingers rake through his hair, lips soft yet achingly hungry as you kiss Haurchefant back just as ardently.

More, more, more. Like a stick of pocky, you cannot stop with just one of Haurchefant's kisses. You kiss, and kiss, and kiss; until your lips tingle and your head swims. You feel electric, seeing sparks, warm motes of light behind your closed eyelids. As always, he gave you that feeling. A warm glow.

Crunch.

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Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Your eyes open, ending your kiss to find the sound.

Ger sits cross-legged by the box of pocky fallen at your feet, munching on two sticks of pilfered pocky as she reads over a document in her hand.

She looks up after a pause, blinking languidly at finding you and Haurchefant both looking at her. She takes another bite. Crunch. "..Do these come in different flavors, or only chocolate?"

Haurchefant looks to you, smiling mischievous. His lips red red red. Yours certainly feel just as bruised."I do believe Ger wants to play, dear heart."

The knight clutches the box to her, eyeing you both like you might pounce at any moment. "I wanted a snack," her lips twitch, grey eyes unreadable under the fan of her eyelashes. "And you both looked like you were enjoying it."

Haurchefant crouches down, arms reaching for the knight who leans away at his approach. "Come now, Ger, give us a kiss!"

Ger shoots you a look.

You smile, shrugging and join Haurchefant on the floor.

Ger brandishes the pocky in her hand like a weapon. Haurchefant leans in and bites it in half.

"That is not how you play the pocky game," you chide mildly. Teasing.

[ladyramora]

I adore amnesia Zenos, but Haurchefant x Ger x WoL (including villain au) has the biggest spot in my heart. 💕

Ahhh, I'm always so happy when people like my self indulgent Ot3 ❤️💞💕💖

[ladyramora]

It's my birthday and as a present to myself I must write something self indulgent.

But what.

[the-lion-of-house-fortemps]

Beginning of the End

Was this the end? Ger muses, staring up into the dying light of the sun as gentle snow drifted around her.

Was this her end?

The snow under her stains with the slow, steady spread of red, but all she can think about is Haurchefant.

Amusing as it would be, she could hear him scolding her for being so reckless. For rushing forward blindly with no concern for her health.

"Just like you." Ger whispers with copper on her tongue.

Her eyes feel heavy. Tired and weighted with tears. Gods, she missed him.

Her eyes close, tears dripping hot over her skin in the frigid air. She prays fervently, her mind's eye filled with naught but him. The warmth of his smile, the sound of his laugh. The memories they had made together. All she wanted was to see him again, to wrap her arms around him. To bask in his warmth.

Please.

"Please."

The light shining down on her becomes unbearable and Ger can do naught but clench her eyes shut against it.

A shadow blessedly blocks out the light. Ger opens her eyes blearily and stares, shocked to silence at what meets her eyes.

"....Lord Haurchefant?" She manages to rasp out, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. She knows it is wrong the moment she says it, but the resemblance is horrifyingly uncanny.

He is large. Enormous and powerful, he glows with an unnatural primordial light. Yet it is a warm glow, soft and comforting instead of a garish brightness. His hair is far too long, to his feet in length, and floating in the air around him as if caught in some strange wind. And his armor is wrong, different. The chainmail is there, aye, but her lord had never worn a cape or so much blue, though the color suited him. As he comes closer, the knight could see his eyes too are much too blue, bright and glowing. He had wings, for Halone's sake!

But still in this false Haurchefant, this false god; could she see those features that were uniquely her Lord's. The aquiline shape of his nose, his lips very much the same in the curve of his smile. The soft way he calls to her - "Ger," - fond, affectionate, like he truly cared for her. Fury, as if he could. He was a Primal. This was not what she had meant. Not what she had wanted in her foolish, heartfelt plea. She had only wanted to return to her lord. To be at his side again, even in death.

Ger cannot help the soft heartfelt sob she lets out. Nor the flooding fall off her tears. "Lord Haurchefant," she pleads, closing her eyes and turning her face away. "Forgive me," she begs in a voice that rasps, and it is the false god who reaches for her.

He picks her up, cradling her in his arms as she cries out in the agony that his moving her brings.

Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me...!

Ger whimpers and groans, struggling weakly. "Let me go, you... wretched thing! You are not my lord! How dare you, how dare you..!" She tries to strike out at him, but he is like steel and her blows do naught but glance off of him and make her bleed all the faster. Her sword is much too far to reach, lying forgotten in the snow where she, too, had fallen.

Gods, what had she done? She had not noticed the twice damned crystals... And now the Warrior of Light would be forced to...

Ger cries out, curling in on herself as the primal prods at her wounds. "Ah! Stop toying with me..! Just kill me. Or... or enslave my mind, whatever it is you blasted Primals do!" Was it not instantaneous? Why was she not yet Tempered? Would she know? Should she not feel the desire to serve him, feel her mind slipping away?

The primal has the gall to look hurt, the audacity to look at her whilst wearing His face and try to make her feel guilty.

"Ger," the Primal whines.

Ger closes her eyes to it, flushing hot with heavy tears as she whimpers and quietly begs, "Please stop. Do not call me so. Say something; anything else. End me now, or go away and let me die in peace."

The Primal stares down at her, his expression twisting, and then he scowls.

"No," he growls.

Ger blinks, lethargic from blood loss. "No?"

"No," the false god repeats, and lays his huge hand over her. Ger flinches, eyes squeezing shut in preparation for pain, or tempering, or even death. Instead there is warmth followed by the soft tinkling sound of magic. Ger cracks an eye open as the Primal's hand drops away.

Her wounds had knitted themselves together, and though her chainmail was still in rough shape, all the blood that had been covering her was gone. He had.. healed her? No. Why had he done that? She had been ready.

"Why...?"

The Primal tugs her hand up with fingers carefully pinched around her wrist, and Ger flinches minutely back. The Primal's lips thin, be he only pauses for a moment before leading her hand towards his face.

"What are you...?" Ger asks faintly, trailing off as the Primal presses his face against her palm.

"Ger," the Primal hums with a fluttering of truly ridiculous dark eyelashes, rolling the 'r' of her shortened name like a purring growl.

Gods and Godesses, why did he have to look and sound so much like her Lord Haurchefant?

This was all her fault. She had to get in contact with the Warrior of Light. But how? Twas most important that she keep the Primal away from people. She could not rightly tell the Primal to stay put whilst she returned to Camp Dragonhead or to Ishgard.

No, she could not allow him to leave her sight. Perhaps she was a lost cause herself - for the who knew if the Primal was already working his thrall on her? - but as long as Ger kept him out in the wild and away from civilization there should be no casualties.

"Mine." The Primal says softly, bringing the knight back into focus from her frantic thoughts and then possessively adds, "My knight," and Ger's blood goes cold.

By the Fury, did the Primal think he was actually Haurchefant? Because of her? Because she dared plead with Halone to see him again? Bitterness settles on Ger's tongue, and she turns her face away for a moment, moaning low. Gods...

The Primal's hand drops away from trapping her hand to his face to tip her chin back towards him. His eyebrows furrow, eyes much too blue. "My... lion.. heart."

Ger squeezes her eyes shut, her Lord's voice ringing in her ears, all the times he had called her so affectionately, and sometimes teasingly. "My lion hearted knight."

Her lips tremble, "Lord Haurchefant."

The Primal seems pleased, perhaps assuming she was addressing him.

Ger slumps forward, resting her gloved hands against the Primal's face, her eyes wide and doe eyed pleading as she softens her expression to the best of her ability. "My lord," she murmurs, and it leaves a sour taste in her mouth to address any other so besides her actual lord, "you can understand me, yes?"

The Primal beams, and it hurts to look at him. Gods, why could she have not wished for Halone instead? It would hurt less when the Primal was inevitably destroyed.

The Primal nods happily, agreeing. "Yes!"

Ger nods solemnly, swallowing back her feelings as she says soft and soothing like speaking to a distraught child, "We must away, my.. my lord. To a place where no mere mortal can reach us. You understand?" Ger presses her hands into his face, gazing deep into those glowing eyes. "Just.. you and I. Alone. Far away." Where no other would unwittingly stumble upon them and become Tempered by proximity.

The Primal pauses, considering. And then his eyes go hooded. Ohhh. Nnoo. Ger recognized that look. She had not thought Primals had such urges. Surely he did not think...? But Ger had brought him into existence thinking of her lord Haurchefant...

Well, this was... erm...

Her lord Haurchefant had been known to be flirtatious. Rumored to be promiscuous even, though Ger had known better. As often as her lord had - jokingly or no - invited the peoples he fancied to his personal quarters, he was not lascivious. In fact, her lord had been very particular about such things. All flirtation had been harmless fun aside from a very select few.

"Alone," the Primal repeats, and turns his face just so to brush his lips across her palm and fingers, eyelashes lowered and blue eyes like liquid flame. "Yes."

He gathers her close, and Ger has only a moment to register the movement of his wings - oh, that was right, he had wings! - before the Primal bends down and pushes off, taking them up into the air and away from Natalan, far away from Camp Dragonhead and Coerthas itself.

The windchill is enough to freeze Ger to the bone and forceful enough to make her eyes water. She hides her face against the Primal, warmed despite herself in thanks to the unnatural body heat he seemed to exude effortlessly. The holes in her armor where her wounds had been provide little protection against the elements, so Ger burrows even closer in contrast to everything in her telling her she should escape.

The Primal curls his arms around her, and then seems to be even warmer if that were possible. Ger feels as if a bubble of warmth closes around her, warding off and protecting her from the chill. She looks up and finds the Primal gazing down at her with too blue eyes. Ger looks down, feeling a little too warm in her face. She feels terrible, conflicted and wretched. This was not her lord, but he wore his face and spoke with his voice.

He was beautiful, but also terrifying. A primal. An eikon. Ger knew he could easily do whatever he wished and Ger could not stop him. Why then did he seem so willing to listen to her? Because she had summoned him?

No, it made no sense. All the Primals summoned before had eventually wanted to destroy. To fight. To gorge themselves on aether. Just because he seemed ill inclined for it now did not mean he would not become so eventually.

All Ger could do was take him far away and hope that the Warrior of Light could eventually track them down.

If Ger lasted that long.