#Nonbinary Miqo'te WoL

[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.

[pipii]

rotating da cat

[squapejuice]

Personal info carrd - 30's - sapphic - Mixed Indigenous (lnu) - not human (not a joke) - artist and gposer. If you know my vtuber identity no you don't. Keep it separate because I don't want to be harassed here.

This is my "everything blog" where I post anything I want - you'll get something like 60% ffxiv and 40% everything else. We are unrepentantly HORNY ON MAIN. Trans rights are human rights etc.

Not spoiler free. I also frequently forget to tag stuff.

Characters and tags below the cut!

All of my characters are available for RP connections, but for shipping beyond hookups and casual connections I require planning and good chemistry between them.

Lalafell players whose characters are explicitly adults are welcome here.

Name: Xavier Hayward

Age: 28

Orientation: Polyamorous bisexual (strong preference to women)

Pronouns: They/them -> she/her -> All Others

Gender: A boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend that you had in february of last year (woman-aligned nonbinary)

A dour dark knight, haunted by their past and the path they now have to walk. But beneath that lies a gregarious and social person with a snarky sense of humour and a true love of good conversation, good food, and good drinks.

She'll be the first to admit to being a bit of a hedonist and play(tom)boy, living for the moment (and for their duty to the ones they've vowed to protect). In general Xavier's life has been one tragedy after another, and the fact that she's even still alive is a miracle in and of itself - from being used as the catalyst for a voidsent summoning as a baby (saved only by the power of the Echo) to the tragic loss of her first fiancee to void corruption (the tragedy that originally set them on the path of becoming a Dark Knight), it's safe to say that Xavier really, really, really has a personal grudge against voidsent.

Married to Vanille, but they're both pretty openly polyamorous swingers.

Unsundered name: Dionysus, follower of Azem (Azem in WoL AU)

Carrd - Tag - Aesthetic Tag

Name: Vanille Hayward nee Brune

Age: 25

Orientation: Demiromantic lesbian

Pronouns: She/her

Gender: Cis woman

A woman who was born into humble beginnings, Vanille worked as a maid in a noble house and became close friends with the daughter of the lord as a child. Her dream was always to become a conjurer, but upon her friend encouraging her to do so, she chose a different path and became a Green Witch instead, embracing both the beauty and horror of nature. Over time, she came to realize her romantic feelings for her childhood friend, and took a leap of faith to pursue them. During her deployment in Garlemald, she suffered an incident involving an exploding warmachina that left her partially deaf in her left ear and suffering minor brain damage, which results in chronic migraines.

Married to Xavier, but they're both pretty openly polyamorous swingers.

Unsundered name: Idunn, an ancient known for creating plant concepts, particularly edible fruit and fungi.

Carrd (WIP) - Tag - Aesthetic Tag

Name: Lian Aman

Age: 29

Orientation: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/her/Whatever

Gender: Neither a woman, nor a nunh, nor a tia. Something else non-miqo'te can't comprehend. She doesn't mind if other peoples view her as a woman though.

An exile of the Zu tribe of Seekers of the Sun due to her father being a Keeper of the Moon. She lost her mother early in life and almost lost herself to a somnus addiction that she developed as she lived on the streets of Ul'dah, selling sex services to get by day by day. It was after a chance encounter that she travelled to Thavnair in an effort to sober up and make something of herself. Now she's an accomplished bard, dancer, and mother, who makes most of her income selling sexual health potions and toys to bored housewives.

Her and her wife have an open relationship.

Unsundered name: Phryne

Carrd (Reworking) - Tag

Name: Gwyn Mahina

Age: 30s

Orientation: Lesbian

Pronouns: Doesn't Care (most people just default to she/her)

Gender: Gender is a charming quirk people outside the forest do. It's okay if you see Gwyn as a woman.

Gwyn comes from a reclusive and secretive Keeper of the Moon tribe and went out into wider society in order to hone her skills as a healer and gain new experiences. As a Priestess of Menphina, her day to day involves dealing with love - from counseling couples to have healthier relationships, to playing matchmaker, to more physical pursuits. She believes in spreading love of every type, wherever she finds it.

She does not understand monogamy.

Unsundered name: Freya

Carrd - Tribe Carrd - Tag - Aesthetic Tag

Name: Phobia

Age: 25

Orientation: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/They -> No others please

Gender: Transfeminine nonbinary

Dionysus, the Ancient, like all other ancients, was split into 14 shards. The shard on the Source is Xavier Hayward. The shard on the ninth, a citizen of Alexandria, is Phobia.

Not much is known about Phobia's childhood, even to her. This is because she lost her parents at a young age, and their memories were stolen from her. With no-one to hold her back, she went on to become a promising fighter in the Arcadion, wielding a Hoarhound (Fenrir) soul. However, after a terrible scandal involving a relationship with a fellow combatant Phobia stepped away from the ring and pursued a career as a hunter, where she was scouted for Oblivion. She then took to the spotlight once again as an Air Wheeler Racer and sports commentary streamer; but more functionally, as Oblivion's propagandist.

Engaged to Serenity; they're both openly polyamorous swingers.

Tag - Aesthetic Tag

(This character is not an actual in-game entity but can be RPed with on request)

Name: Serenity

Age: 23

Orientation: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/her (she doesn't really care if people use others though)

Gender: Cis woman

Idunn, the ancient, like all other ancients, was split into 14 shards. The shard on the Source is Vanille Brune; the shard on the ninth, a citizen of Alexandria, is Serenity.

Serenity is, in her opinion, painfully average. Since she was young she loved watching old recordings of nature from before the dome came down and levin destroyed most of the world. As such, she learned a method of imbuing her paintings with aether so that others could experience the natural world. This method, a sort of rudimentary pictomancy that she could potentially develop if she were to ever step outside of Heritage Found, earned her quite a bit of fame in the art world - even being complimented by Queen Sphene herself! Her artistry - combined with her quick wit and satirical sense of humor - earned her quite a following in the technologically-connected world of Solution 9, and she came to be something of an influencer - though she still doesn't quite get why anyone would care about her.

Engaged to Phobia; they're both openly polyamorous swingers.

Tag - Aesthetic Tag

(This character is not an actual in-game entity but can be RPed with on request)

[emevergreen]

OC lore time (weird boygirl edition)

thank you sm for the tag @zoroarkthief!! I'm always happy to share about my wol :'))

Khed'a Dakwhil

—B A S I C S

Name: Khed'a Dakwhil

Nicknames: His adoptive mother called him cicada :> The scions will sometimes call him khedy (tataru started it and then everyone else followed). Aymeric calls him angel as a term of endearment.

Age: 28 at the beginning of ARR

Nameday: Second Astral Moon, 16th Sun

Race: Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te

Gender: Nonbinary, Genderfluid

Orientation: Bisexual with a slight lean towards guys

Profession: He's held every odd job you can think of but predominantly considers himself a white mage.

—P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Dark brown bob

Eyes: Orange-Brown

Skin: light skin tone

Tattoos/scars: He has a scar of hardened skin in the center of his chest. He also has crystalline streaks going up his forearms. Both are a result of prolonged exposure to earth attuned aether.

—F A M I L Y

Parents: His birth mom is [redacted], and he doesn't know who his father is. His adoptive mother, Aria-A-Yan, was his conjury mentor when he was taken in as an orphan to the conjurer's guild. She was really supportive of him and helped him open up.

Siblings: None!

Grandparents: He heard stories of his grandmother but never knew her.

In-laws and Other: I really like him with Aymeric and considering the end of Heavensward, he's not on good terms with his father-in-law. Lol. As for other relatives, he's very close with the brother of his adopted mother, E-Sumi-Yan, and considers him like an uncle.

Pets: He has a little bird that follows him around named Thistle. He befriended it on the road to Ishgard.

—S K I L L S

Abilities: Khed'a has precise aetheric control as a highly skilled white mage. Due to the condition with his body, he has to keep a careful eye on his aether. During his time with the padjal, he learned how to properly manage and control the aether in his body. He is a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to healing. He learned self-defense techniques while among the padjal that later served him when he moved on to pick up lancer/dragoon as a job.

Hobbies: He enjoys collecting and brewing different teas. He also really likes going on walks, especially when he is in a new place or just needs some time to think. Khed'a has a journal where he takes notes on the local flowers, plants, and insects of an area (and will sometimes press flora in it). He also likes to keep plants, though as a traveler he's found that difficult to maintain. He has a plant in a small pot that he's kept alive by propagating every so often. Khed'a also enjoys birdwatching.

—T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: His resilience and commitment to making the best of things in any given situation. He doesn't get discouraged despite it all.

Most Negative Trait: He's sometimes too willing to help others, to the point of stretching himself thin. He has issues with being objectified/being treated as a tool for others. He still falls into that role and struggles to properly adovcate for himself since it's a deeply ingrained pattern of behavior he's unlearning.

—L I K E S

Colors: Deep green, earthy browns, red, deep blue, smoky gray.

Smells: Freshly fallen snow, bergamot, chamomile, freshly washed sheets, a warm fire, flowers in bloom.

Textures: soft fabrics like silk and satin, freshly polished wood, the steadiness of a lance, leather, smooth pieces of metal (like jewelry or trinkets).

Drinks: He likes tea most, especially bergamot. He will also drink juices and lemonade. He enjoys hot chocolate as well.

—O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Nope.

Drinks: He doesn't drink alcohol but he will enjoy tea :3

Drugs: Nope.

Mount Issuance: Black Chocobo gifted from his friend Haurchefant. He will also use the unicorn he befriended as a conjurer, or the witch's broom mount.

Been Arrested: Yes (Post ARR :) Aside from that he hasn't run into too much more on that front.

I tag @freckledfemme @redgemwink @eirikaily @lululeighsworld @cogentsummoner @gnusnoteunuchs & anyone else who wants to talk about their wol/oc in general :3c

[tinygamertris]

Jude kir Dravis

WoL/OC tag meme! Tagged by @ecosystem-administrator, thank you!

Tagging in turn: @nights-at-crystarium, @graha-stan-account, any FFXIV fans who see this and want to go for it!

(Choose whichever WoL/OC you want, do it more than once, ignore me entirely. what am I, a cop?)

B A S I C S

Name: Jude kir Dravis (kir for Veteran Medicus)

Nicknames: Hey Jude, Judy, Mongrel (Derogatory)

Age: 24 at the start of ARR so probably somewhere around 27-29 at this point

Nameday: 21st Sun of the Fifth Astral Moon

Race: Half Garlean half-Keeper Miqo'te

Gender: Male leaning nonbinary

Sexuality: Homosexual

Profession: Medic, Scientist and Engineer in a big ol' mess

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: Dark Brown, shaggy, formerly short but grew to jaw length during his time in Elpis

Eyes: Amber

Skin: Light dusty brown

Tattoos/scars: A scar on the left side of his face centred around a blade's cut with branching lightning-like patterns leading out from it, courtesy of Zenos yae Galvus in Doma. An Archon tattoo on his right shoulder post-Endwalker, for the studies he did on Akasa/Dynamis and how it manifests in Ultima Thule.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Father, a pureblood Garlean and head of House Dravis before the second Garlean Civil War; Mother (Mama), a Keeper Miqo'te who rose 'above her station' under Emperor Solus as a Medicus; Adopted Mother, his Father's pureblood Garlean wife. His Father and Adopted Mother have an open relationship and both have brought children and partners into the family through adoption.

Siblings: Three half-siblings through his father, one pure Garlean and two half Elezen. Two half-siblings through his adopted mother, both half Hyur. A sibling adopted from an orphanage after showing immense potential with magitek, pure Hyur (Gentian).

Grandparents: Father's parents, both pure Garlean, former heads of House Dravis, both deceased. Mama's parents, somewhere in Ala Mhigo, current status unknown. Adopted mother's parents, both pure Garlean, current heads of House Priscus. (Yes this means Maxima is a distant cousin.)

In-laws and other: No official in-laws but try telling House Fortemps that he's not family, they'll laugh in your face! Ameliance considered him family long before they met, and Fourchenault has been talked around to naming him a ward of House Leveilleur after seeing how much he adores and will protect the twins.

Pets: He had a pet cat called Scraps when he was young, but no pets since. He considers his life in Eorzea too disruptive (and downright dangerous since falling in with the Scions) to be a responsible pet owner.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Has inherited an empathic talent from his Azem, which manifested along with his echo during the aftermath of Carteneau. Two years training at the Magitek Academy in the Imperial City before transferring to Medicus training. Able to use a gun, gunblade and bow with decent proficiency, and a strong talent with the geometry and mathematics of the Arcanist and both its offshoots. Became a Reaper when the Telophoroi made their appearance with the full intention of returning to Garlemald and doing what needs doing to protect his people. Noble upbringing gave him some small diplomatic knowledge, but he prefers to leave that kind of thing to Alphinaud.

Hobbies: Cooking, sewing, reading, pretty much all kinds of crafting. Loves animals and has been known to spend off-days helping with chocobo stables all over Eorzea.

T R A I T S

Most positive trait: He has a deep, deep love for his friends and family, and will go to ridiculous lengths to protect them. If he decides you're one of his, you can expect him to go to the full extent of his abilities and then some for you.

Most negative trait: He has a lot of difficulty with life-long depression and anxiety, a habit of thinking that his problems 'aren't big enough' to try and get help for (he's on the spectrum but Garlemald doesn't have very good mental health anything let alone support), and these have combined into a nasty tendency to hide his negative feelings and bottle them up until he explodes.

L I K E S

Colors: White, black, grey and dark green.

Smells: Herbs from cooking and making medicine, mild soap.

Textures: Soft, fluffy, smooth and warm. Give him a nice soft fuzzy blanket and he's a happy lad.

Drinks: Cool to cold, fruity, sometimes fizzy. He loves lemonade with berries in it especially.

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not a chance, he knows what that does to people's lungs!

Drinks: Only occasionally, he doesn't enjoy being drunk and tends only to partake at his very lowest or very highest moments.

Drugs: He's tried weed a few times - on Urianger's suggestion, which surprised everyone but the Pixies - and didn't mind it but he doesn't really see the point in seeking it out. And as for anything stronger, well, he's a Medicus. He doesn't want to risk holes in his brain!

Mount Issuance: Precious, their Grand Company chocobo, is still one of his most trusted companions and is pampered at every opportunity. Muffin, his black chocobo, lives a cushy life in Gridania and is often visited by Kan-E-Senna herself; Jude gets sick at the idea of the 'bo that Haurchefant raised getting hurt. He recently was gifted a flying crescent moon mount by the Loporrits and has great fun giving them all rides.

Been Arrested: Only in MSQ incidents, although he's absolutely come close once or twice. Looking at you Asahi you colossal piece of shit!

[sabercutt]

rudy.... my non-binary miqo'te, a former oc before redesign

i fuckin LOVE THEM

[itsladyj]

Lady J's FFXIV Fanfic Archive (Commissions)

writingbunny on ao3 batch 1 updated as of 11.18.2022

ao3 series: on wandering shards, among ardent memories cw's listed. most are explicit. some are not. endwalker spoilers tagged on the fics themselves.

reblogs appreciated 💜

F!WoL / G'raha Tia

in a home like this, my heart finds you Miqo'te / Explicit / Heat Fic

for what threads our souls would bind us Miqo'te Viera / Explicit / Heat Fic

for yours would be my devotion Au Ra / Explicit / Jealousy Fic

for what this love is worth Miqo'te / Explicit / First Times

should the heart make a fool of me Hyur / Explicit / Confessions

in depths where only you could take me Viera / Explicit / Heat Fic

come what may, this promise we shall keep Miqo'te / Explicit / Pregnancy Fic

time and time again Miqo'te / Explicit / Femdom

and my promise to you is this Viera / Explicit / After Ultima Thule

absolve me of my sins, from another life Au Ra / Mild Explicit / Confessions

before i wake Au Ra / Explicit / Dream Sex

and should i live every day ( i would still miss you ) Viera / Explicit / Confessions

a place called home Au Ra / Explicit / Body Worship

no warmth like yours, my love Miqo'te / Explicit / Temperature Play

if we'd had but time Au Ra / Explicit / Dream Sex

if you would have me Miqo'te / Explicit / First Times

should i sink into you; would i breathe your name? Au Ra / Explicit / Wall Sex

faith for a time; hear this plea of mine  Miqo'te / SFW / Humor & Angst

what love prevails ( is deeper still ) Hyur / SFW / Jealousy & Angst

won't you give me this? Au Ra / Explicit / First Time Riding

M!WoL / G'raha Tia

for what would bring me peace Miqo'te / SFW / Endwalker Angst

in the love you cannot say Hyur / SFW / Humor & Fluff

i'll take a step back ( with you ) Miqo'te / SFW / Fluff & Angst

what i would dare to say Viera / Explicit / In From The Cold Angst & Comfort

Nonbinary WoL

to wake gently, and with a kiss Miqo'te / Explicit / Morning Sex / Haurchefant

of a taste of the heavens Viera / Explicit / Oral in an Alley Way

Other NPC's

and i would see you loved Hyur/ Explicit / Angst and Goodbyes / Granson

would you make a sinner out of me? Miqo'te / Explicit / Threesome with Aymeric & G'raha Tia

OC / OC

with insistence, thy heart would beg M/M / Hyur & Au Ra / Explicit / Anal & Body Worship

to cease a fury M/M / Hyur & Au Ra / Explicit / Semi Public

[primalruination]

Character Profile - Nehra Mewrilah

figured it was about time I got around to making profiles for my OCs so introducing my WoL, Nehra! still a work in progress but I wanted to at least have something. SPOILERS FOR ALL OF FFXIV!

BASICS//

Name: Nehra Mewrilah

Name Meaning: Nehra = "fondness" in Hindi

Unsundered Name: Atlas

Age: 26 as of Patch 6.2

Nameday: 3rd Sun of the Second Umbral Moon

Gender: Nonbinary and Trans Masculine (they/she)

Race: Miqo'te

Tribe: Keeper of the Moon

Nationality: Garlean

Languages: Eorzean Common Tongue and possesses the Echo

Profession: Warrior of Light

Education Level: Studied with conjurers for some time

BLOODLINES//

Father: unknown

Mother: Unnamed Miqo'te

Adopted Siblings: Lina and Mujih Mewrilah

Extended Family: Y'shtola Rhul (sister in law)

Children: Y'tali Mewrilah (Tali)

ROMANCE & SEXUALITY//

Sexual Orientation: Sapphic

Romantic Orientation: Sapphic

Significant Other: Y'vdola Vongola (Dola)

Past Relationship: Ysayle Dangoulain

RESIDENCE//

Place of Birth: southern Ilsabard

Current Residence: small cottage in Ishgard

TALENTS AND SKILLS//

Canonical Jobs: White Mage before 6.0, currently Sage

Good at: botany, mathematics, cooking, animal caretaking, magic, bug collecting

Bad At: melee jobs of any kind, heavy lifting

APPEARANCE//

Hair: messy, shoulder length, black with green highlights

Eyes: blue

Lips: Small, thin lips

Complexion: fair

Blemishes: very distinct white freckles on cheeks

Scars: cut on left cheek from tripping on a rock. top surgery scars. deep, long cut on outer right thigh from having a sword thrown at her while possessed by Zenos. huge scar along back from fighting off a sin eater.

Tattoos: a doodle of a carbuncle drawn by their daughter, Tali

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 135 pounds

Build: average

Usual Hairstyles: parted it to the side up until Shadowbringers, when they just decided to stop styling it

Usual Face Look: doesn't wear any makeup

Usual Clothing: light, breathable robes when out in the field. just wears handed down, beat up clothes when at home

Face and Voice Claim: Currently Undecided

PERSONALITY//

Extroverted

Positive Traits: affectionate, centered, charming, easygoing, empathetic, focused, happy-go-lucky

Negative Traits: disorganized, gullible, impulsive, insecure, withdrawn

Fears: losing her loved ones

Aspirations: growing a family with their wife Y'vdola

Traumas: Huge fear of losing her loved ones due to the death of her girlfriend, Ysayle. this was further deepened when Zenos nearly killed Nehra's wife while he had possession over Nehra's body.

Hobbies: triple triad, botany, entomology

Vices: Anger

Faith: The Twelve

Temperament: Sanguine

Soul Type: The Sage

Tropes: The Chosen One, The Mad Scientist, Believer, Devotee, Emotionally Repressed, Eternal Klutz, Peacemaker, Surprise Genius, Tortured Superhero, Troubled Vet, Unlikely Hero

Character Inspirations: Adora from She-ra and the Princesses of Power, Josephine Montilyet from Dragon Age, Wyll from Baldurs Gate 3

FAVORITES//

Deity: Menphina the Lover

Holiday: Starlight Celebration

Month: 5th Umbral Moon

Weather: A warm, clear spring day

Time of Day: Morning

Places: Old Sharlayan, The Black Shroud

ARR: Accidentally getting wound up in the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, Nehra reluctantly joined them in their fight to save Eorzea. They felt like an outsider in the group.

HISTORY//

Pre-ARR: Nehra was born in a small Keeper of the Moon tribe in Southern Ilsabard. They were conscripted into the Imperial army at the age of 8, being used as a trauma healer for soldiers. They had frequent interactions with Zenos and developed an intense fear of him that stuck with them for a long time. When they were 15 they were finally able to escape being a soldier and immigrated into New Gridania, where they made friends with Mujih Mewrilah.

Heavensward: Grew deep, lasting friendships with Tataru and Alphinaud after the Bloody Banquet. Also became overly protective of the two, aggressively berating Estinien out of fear his thirst for revenge would endanger Alphinaud. Fell in love with Ysayle and formed a relationship with her, only to lose her shortly after her sacrifice is Azys Lla.

Stormblood: In the hopes of liberating the Ala Mhigans, Nehra journeyed to Rhalgrs Reach only for the crown prince of Garlemald, Zenos yae Galvus, to personally strike down the rebellion. During his attack, Nehra spots Zenos and freezes in fear. He doesn't recognize her at the time, but he quickly takes advantage of her moment of hesitation and attacks. Just before Zenos landed his final blow on the Warrior of Light, they are shielded by a Miqo'te named Y'vdola who takes the blow for Nehra. Nehra would later visit Y'vdola in the infirmary any time she could and the two fell in love. They then married after the Warrior of Light liberated Ala Mhigo.

Shadowbringers: WIP

Endwalker: WIP

NOTE: Nehra's story follows all of the major events of MSQ as they are the Warrior of Light.

[magefeathers]

Tried to send to the writing blog but you seem to have asks disabled there? So anyway: 🖊 🖊🖊🖊 one for each

omg I'm sorry! I always forget you have to manually enable asks on a new blog and it's not enabled by default, I just never enabled them when I made the sideblog o(-( Thank you for letting me know!!

I will repay you with the origin stories for how each of my OCs was made!

L'yara

As my original WoL, she wasn't actually meant to be an OC! It all started with the absolute lack of dialogue options for the player character in ARR, of all things. It made me go, "Oh, so I'm just one of those people who goes along with everything everyone says because I lowkey hope I'll die doing something heroic and be remembered as a hero for it? Okay." Aaaand that actually became the foundation for L'yara's backstory! A lot of her lore has changed since then, but her original reason for joining the Scions is still, basically, because she had a death wish.

Khorchi

So, funny story, I made my account on the free trial, and only the five races were available to play as on the free trial, which is why I picked miqo'te - I knew nothing about au ra or viera or hrothgar. And it took me until Heavensward (like, well past Yugiri's introduction) for me to realize that au ra were a playable race in game on the full version. And by then I had the full version, but by then I was attached to L'yara as a character and already developing lore for her. So I made Kaisuri as an alt just so I could play as au ra. Once I got to Stormblood I fell in love with the Dotharl tribe, because I've always had a fascination with reincarnation mythos, and the next time I logged into Kaisuri I went Holy shit, because she was a xaela with dark, blue-toned skin, like much of the Dotharl tribe, and the dye color I'd picked for her glamors was void blue (commonly used for Dotharl garments) and she (at the time) had white hair, just like Sadu, so I immediately decided that she was going to be an OC from the Dotharl tribe, started giving her lore, and eventually changed her name to Khorchi to make it more xaela-aligned rather than the raen-aligned Kaisuri.

Domitien

Dom SOLELY came about because I wanted to try playing a healer but was terrified of being bad and being judged for it. So I basically made a throw-away alt with a randomly generated name that I didn't hate, so I could start as a conjurer and have the "excuse" of the sprout by my name if I sucked. I got to Sastasha, the tank died, in the time it took me to get him up the rest of the party had died, I tried to move on to res-ing the next person before I'd topped off the tank and the tank died again.... it was a shit show. I felt so terrible and the people in that dungeon with me were so, SO nice about it, but I still literally deleted the character out of humiliation. A few months later and I'm joking with a friend about making a functional light party of OCs, because I already had two DPS's, and technically had a healer since Domitien's appearance data was still saved. By then I had started playing AST on my main and wasn't terrible at it so I had much less healing anxiety, and decided to revive Domitien and start giving him lore!

Einar

Despite them now being one of my favorite OCs, I literally only made Einar because I needed a tank for my (then still hypothetical) light party. It was shortly after male viera were announced, and I wanted to make a male viera OC so badly. The entirety of their lore and personality was formed around me pondering what kind of mindset a male viera would need to have to leave their tribe, which is really funny considering that same train of thought led me to this character identifying as nonbinary and actively seeking to obfuscate their gender.

Thank you for the ask!! <3

[witchromantica]

💜About💜

this is a sideblog for the express purpose of talking about ffxiv and my wol, Levitania Larkspur, as well as some secondary OCs.

💀transphobes terfs homophobes racists or bigots in general DNI. i WILL block you on sight.💀

MODERATE SPOILERS BELOW

About Levitania

race: rava viera

age: early 50s (as of shadowbringers)

main classes: dancer and bard

secondary classes: astrologian

height: 7"

pronouns: she/her

gender/sexuality: bisexual femme

main romantic ships: levitania/loonh gah (the miqo'te girl from the amalj'aa beast tribe), levitania/ardbert, levitania/haurchefant, levitania/urianger, levitania/yugiri, levitania/hien, levitania/yotsuyu, levitania/g'raha tia (onesided), levitania/zenos (onesided).

main platonic ships: levitania & cid, levitania & alphinaud, levitania & alisaie, levitania & her kid sister diantha (oc), levitania & ryne, levitania & gaia.

bio: levitania was born Yael Chey the Second, 50 something years ago in a village so remote it was virtually untouched by the calamity. months before her birth, her grandmother Yael Chey the First, the village oracle and elder, foresaw levitania's fate as warrior of light and decided it would be best to prepare her for that fate early. when levi was born her grandmother took her from her parents and raised her in near complete isolation, teaching her the art of the sword as soon as levi was able to hold one up.

to say levitania took to the sword like a cat takes to water would be an understatement. from birth onwards levitania was a very softhearted individual who disliked the idea of hurting people. teaching her the sword was a miserable uphill battle for everyone involved, and eventually becoming extremely good at it didn't make her like it.

when levitania was in her late 40s her grandmother told her it was time to go begin fulfilling her destiny and sent her packing.

once away from the village, levitania abandoned the name Yael in favor of her current one, threw her sword in the river and swore never to touch a sword again.

when she finally arrived in gridania, she took up the bow.

Diantha Pearl Chey Larkspur

race: rava viera

age: 14 (as of shadowbringers)

main class: rogue

height: 5'7"

pronouns: she/her

gender: nonbinary

main platonic ships: diantha & levitania, diantha & raubahn, diantha & midgardsormr, diantha & kan-e-senna, diantha & ryne, diantha & gaia

bio: about 4 months after levitania left home, diantha, her younger sister, got sick of being neglected by their parents (levitania and diantha's birth parents unfortunately have roughly 35 kids, which means a fair amount of the middle/older kids get neglected because they simply do not have time for them) and decided to go after her sister.

7 months later shortly after the scions had just finished moving into the rising stones, diantha finally caught up to levitania, marching into said rising stones like she owned the place and throwing her arms around levitania's midsection.

levitania was deeply confused and alarmed at the sudden turning up of one of her siblings that she'd never met, but agreed to take her in when diantha explained why she left home in the first place. now the two live together.

during the events of shadowbringers, diantha stayed with kan-e-senna and her siblings while levitania was in the first.

[pipii]

ripping sailor out of retirement to send them sailing as intended

[ladyramora]

Kaoru (Nonbinary Miqo’te WoL) X Estinien PWP, Fluff ❤️🌼 Commission

Established Relationship

Miqo'te Warrior of of Light, Nonbinary Character. They/Them Pronouns for Kaoru Yasugo (FFXIV OC) Nonbinary Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV)  Kaoru Has Top Surgery Scars (Breast Removal)

↓↓↓ FFXIV Endwalker Spoilers, FFXIV Heavensward Spoilers Under the Cut ↓↓↓

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NSFW Warnings:Lack of Communication,Communication Failure,Somnophilia, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious Consent Somnophilia, Size Difference, Size Kink, Top Estinien Wyrmblood, Kaoru Likes Being Overpowered

Kaoru Is INTO the Somnophilia! BUT Estinien did not get Explicit Consent Before Touching Them in Their Sleep (SO! Dubious Consent Somnophila). Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Penis In Vagina Sex, Biting, Hair-pulling, Possessive Behavior

Domestic Fluff, Soft Estinien Wyrmblood, Vaginal Fingering, Body Worship, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language

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It had been some time since they had averted the end of all the worlds, putting a stop to the final days before despair had consumed them all.

Estinien had no doubt that the next adventure would find Kaoru whether the miqo'te went in search of it or not. For now, Estinien would gladly accept all the time Kaoru could spare to spend together with him. No matter what it was that they were doing. Over the past few days it had been blessedly uneventful aside from the task of helping the people of Radz-at-han and Thavnair as a whole rebuild. Kaoru and Estinien worked together and apart, depending on what Vrtra and his people asked of them. Still, Estinien saw more of his miqo'te lover than he would have, had Kaoru decided to go off in search of their own adventure.

The thing was, Kaoru was acting strange. On more than one occasion Estinien had caught them staring at him with a far away gaze. They seemed distracted, almost dazed. It worried him. Could they be sick? They had been through quite the ordeal as of late, Estinien would not be surprised if it had taken a toll.

Yet when they find a moment to themselves at the end of their work for the day, Kaoru suggests they have a friendly bout before dinner.

Well, if that was what they wanted. He was a little hesitant still in his worry—bloody well fretting like a maid for her sweetheart—but he had never been one to deny Kaoru. Especially not now that they had embraced their feelings for one another and become lovers. It was still somewhat new. Some days Estinien still struggled to wrap his head around the idea that the vaunted champion of the realm, Warrior of Light—caring, confident, playful Kaoru—chose him, Estinien. There were plenty others who would no doubt have gladly vied for their affection, but Kaoru had pushed through the crowd of sparkling, dazzling people—people like Aymeric, who was the most well put together person Estinien knew—who were far more suitable, and instead picked Estinien. Estinien, who had been a man so consumed in his need for vengeance that he had mirrored the very wyrm he wished to destroy. Estinien, who avoided social situations, never attended social events if he could help it, and did not know how to dress in fancy attire that Ishgard so favored to save his life. Estinien who was bad with money—oblivious—and feelings—very much, agonizingly aware.

Him. That Estinien. Kaoru picked him.

Despite Estinien's reservations of possibly overworking his potentially sick sweetheart, it seems Kaoru is feeling well enough as they bounce on their feet and practically dance around the dragoon.

Yes, obviously feeling better, Estinien surmised by the way Kaoru shows off. A mixed fighting style that was mostly their favored ninjutsu with some familiar lance-work mixed in to match Estinien's movements. The reappearance of that reaper scythe throws Estinien off a bit, but that was good. It was good to have a partner who kept him sharp, kept him on his toes.

Verily, Estinien wondered if he were not enough of a challenge to Kaoru, whose accomplishments were so many and on so grand a scale that Estinien wondered how the miqo'te was not already craving the relief of retirement instead of going in search of yet another adventure after what this one had been.

Estinien is not quite sure how it happens. One moment they are sparring, invading one another's space. And then his hair cord he had spent good coin on breaks, his falling hair catching in the wind at his back and flying forward to tickle Kaoru's skin.

And Kaoru… falters?

Estinien thinks he saw it, but it does not seem quite right.

Kaoru never faltered.

But somehow their perfectly matched movements end up falling out of sync, and their feet tangle together, stepping on one another like a couple of graceless fools at one of those balls that Aymeric still persisted on sending Estinien invitations for.

"Kaoru!" Estinien says in concern as his damned long, elezen legs trip his miqo'te lover, sweeping their feet out from under them.

Estinien drops his lance and lunges forward, catching the miqo'te before they hit the ground. They cling to him instinctively, wrapping their arms and legs about him. Estinien's forward momentum has him falling, his hand slapping out to catch himself and Kaoru both. His other hand squeezing snug around the miqo'te's waist, holding his lover firmly against his body.

Estinien's heart pounds from the surprise, his lips close to the miqo'te's ear as his voice came out in a gasp, "Kaoru?" Those feline ears twitch, and Kaoru seems to shiver in his arms.

Oh, no. Was Kaoru actually sick like Estinien had assumed?

They certainly seem flushed, their mismatched eyes of red and yellow-gold wide in surprise. Were the pupils of their eyes dilated?

Estinien dips his head closer to look, resting his forehead against the miqo'te's to check their temperature, the pale strands of his hair mixing with the side swept, black-highlighted red of Kaoru's. Hmm. It was hard to tell through the curtain of their hair, but his miqo'te lover did seem a little warm. That could easily be explained by their exercise, however. He could even blame the flush to their skin on that, if he had not seen Kaoru in a similar state on every instance where they had crossed paths with one another.

Kaoru's hands twitch against him, grasping at his shirt underneath the long, mussed waterfall of his hair. Their eyes clenching shut as he leans towards them, and then blink open as if in bleary confusion as Estinien pulls back, maneuvering them both carefully upright.

Kaoru still clings to the dragoon a moment. Seeming suddenly tired as their tight hold on Estinien loosens, the shaky sigh they let out is only just audible to Estinien's keen elezen ears.

The miqo'te jolted back into focus as Estinien remarks. "You've been strange today, Kaoru. Are you unwell?"

He does not get an answer. The concerned query not even half a question from his lips before Kaoru shoves him back and wriggles out of Estinien's grasp like a feral cat not wanting to be held.

Estinien lets them go, watching them with deeply furrowing brows as they ruffle a hand over their hair and avoid his eyes.

"Kaoru?" Estinien presses, lips thin and blue grey eyes worried.

The loud, rumbling growl of Kaoru's stomach interrupts before he can get an answer. And the miqo'te obviously runs with it. "I'm hungry. Are you hungry? We should eat." And then Kaoru makes their escape.

What in the seven hells was going on with them.

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Dinner is quiet. Estinien does his best to not ask questions if Kaoru does not wish to answer them. By now, it was obvious the miqo'te was not ill. What was it, then, that was bothering them?

The food Kaoru makes is delicious as always, even if the presentation—also as always—left a little to be desired. Estinien still eats every morsel that the miqo'te serves him, and dutifully offers to do the washing up.

Kaoru insists on helping, stubbornly refusing to go and rest even as Estinien himself insists that they do so.

Estinien can feel their eyes on him as he clears the table and as he fills the basin for washing. He ties his hair back and rolls up his sleeves, and is in the middle of scrubbing the food from a dish when Kaoru presses up against him from behind and wraps their arms around his waist, embracing him from the back with a firm squeeze.

Estinien sets the dish aside with a sigh, leaning on the basin as the miqo'te nuzzled at him, burying their face in his back.

"What is going on, Kaoru?" Estinien asks them quietly, doing his best to be patient but feeling at the end of his tether here.

Kaoru squeezes him tighter a moment, then their hands slide over his front, pulling back as if to retreat. Estinien turns before they can go too far, catching them by the wrist and tugging them close again, their body snug right up against him. Kaoru gazes up at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Tell me," Estinien says. "You've been strange all day. Are you angry at me?"

"No!" Their head shook vehemently.

Estinien frowns. "Then what, Kaoru?"

Kaoru's lips part, their jaw working. "I… want…"

Estinien leans into them, grasping their shoulders. "Yes? What do you want?"

Kaoru makes a strangled sound in their throat, their face steadily flushing a ruddy red before his eyes. Estinien gives a grunt of surprise as the miqo'te grabs for him, yanking the elezen in by the collar and crushing their lips to his in a frenzied kiss that leaves the dragoon dazed and dizzy.

"I want you!" Kaoru blurts out, then turns as red as their hair all over before they abruptly turned tail and fled. The door to their room slamming shut not long after.

Estinien stumbles wobbly-kneed to the table and sits down heavily, blue-grey eyes blinking owlishly as he stared blankly at the spot where Kaoru had just stood.

Ah.

Oh.

Ohhh.

It suddenly dawns on the dragoon just why Kaoru had been acting so oddly. Dazed and flushed and awkward. They wanted to…—ahem! Ahehem!—and they were obviously uncertain about how to go about asking. Asking Estinien if he wanted to…

The dragoon blushed. Covering his bashful, pleased expression with a trembling hand. He swallows a happy laugh, but a soft, fond, "Pfft," comes out anyway.

"Kaoru," he sighed, wanting to go to them right this second. He rises from the table to do that, but looks at the mess still left to clean up and sighs. He did not want Kaoru to have to clean it up later.

Say what you would about him, but Estinien was not a sloppy, unhelpful housemate. So all the mess from dinner is cleaned up, the kitchen made spotless for their next meal. If he momentarily flusters himself with the thought that he was almost something like Kaoru's helpful househusband, well, that was between him and the now sparkling clean kitchen.

With that task done to his satisfaction, Estinien puts the cleaning supplies away and goes after Kaoru. Surely they had calmed down somewhat by now?

That is what Estinien is hoping for. He was a man of action, he did not want to leave things unresolved between them.

Yet when he tries Kaoru's door after the time he had spent cleaning up, it is locked.

Ah. That was a message, wasn't it?

Well, bugger.

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Estinien cannot sleep. He had been staring up at the ceiling for too long now, willing his mind to quiet. But he could not stop thinking of Kaoru.

He should have climbed in through their window, locked door or no, and given them what they wanted. Since when did Estinien allow a locked door to stop him? Never, that's when. Windows worked just as well as doors when you could jump like a dragoon. He could have gone to them.

He bloody well still could.

What was stopping him?

With that thought, Estinien throws his covers off and swings his legs over the side of his bed. Shuffling his feet into a pair of slippers, he is off in the direction of Kaoru's quarters. More often than not, they slept together in the same bed, but Vrtra had seen fit to give them their own lodgings. Close enough that it was not so far a distance to travel, but a bit embarrassing in the dead of night when one was plainly wearing their nightclothes and hurriedly power walking through Radz-at-han.

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Kaoru is asleep when Estinien climbs in through their window.

Estinien frowns, waffling in indecision if he should turn back and let them sleep or go ahead and climb into bed with them.

Kaoru shifts in their sleep, giving a soft sigh. A murmured word that sounds suspiciously close to Estinien's name.

Estinien stares at them, blushing from his cheeks to his pointed ears. He sits gingerly on their bed, gazing helplessly at their sleeping face. "My heart," the dragoon sighs, as much in reference to his aching chest in which he rubbed at, as it was an endearment to the miqo'te who was dozing so peacefully after calling his name in their sleep.

"Kaoru, my love," Estinien grumbles so very quietly, reaching out to brush the miqo'te's hair away from their face. "What are you doing to me?"

Kaoru makes another soft sound in their sleep, their lips smiling as Estinien feathered his knuckles over their cheek.

Well, he was already here. He might as well stay even if it was only to sleep. He could always give Kaoru what they wanted in the morning.

He kicks off his slippers at the bottom of their bed frame and gingerly climbs into their oversized bed to join them. He keeps his movements slow in fear of waking them, scooting in behind them with the intent to gather them up in his arms. A bit of cuddling that Kaoru would have been sad to have slept through.

He has only just arranged himself comfortably behind the miqo'te—his arm slipping slow and careful over Kaoru's waist—when they half roll into him. Their arm and leg swung over him to flop against him. Estinien snorted out another puff of laughter, doing his best to muffle the sound as he rearranged his small lover. Gently moving their leg and arm into a more comfortable position, he tugs them close. His nose nestling into their hair to breathe in the warm, clean scent of them. Their ears twitch in their sleep as Estinien brushes close to them, tickling at his skin. The dragoon gave a deep, rumbling hum of contentment and kissed Kaoru's hair. He loved them more than words could properly express.

Estinien closes his eyes, just breathing them in, cradling them close. His heartbeat began to slow into that of slumber, his hold loosening as rest began to take hold of him, drawing him into the slow descent of sleep.

And then Kaoru began to move.

Snuggling into him with arms around Estinien's waist, their ankle sliding over his as they slipped their knee between his to rest snug between his thighs. Estinien's eyes opened wide, his breath hitching as the miqo'te rocked into him. Motions familiar, grinding as if they were seeking friction.

"Kaoru?" He asks in a shaky breath, but the miqo'te does not respond. Only continuing that slow rocking motion. Still in the grasp of sleep as they teased the dragoon in slow, sexual torture after leaving him in a state of concerned confusion all day.

Estinien lets out a soft sound, blue-grey eyes squeezing shut as he felt himself begin to react. Cheeks blushing and pointed ears burning red as desire warmed him. Kaoru easily made him hard. Even in a situation like this, it was no different. Estinien feels it. The slow stirring of arousal in the comfortable, low-slung thavnairian fabric of his sleep pants. The tightening and tenting of fabric as Kaoru's leg ground into him, shifting with the rocking motion of the miqo'te's hips.

He feels the thrum of their purr, his elezen ears catching every soft sound and hitch of breath. The softest, breathiest hint of a moan. Estinien swallows hard, fingers grasping at the loose, buttery fabric of Kaoru's sleep shirt. "Fury take me," he groans as Kaoru nuzzles into his throat with another soft moan, this time with his name falling from their lips. Was he being tested? If so, Estinien was quite certain he would fail. He desired Kaoru more than anything. There was no way he could put up with this delicious temptation and not react at all. Perhaps he could just hold very still… Let Kaoru do as they wanted, wait until they settled down, and then take care of himself?

By the Fury, this would be an embarrassing topic to bring up on the morrow. Perhaps he need not mention it at all.

His resolve to keep his hands to himself lasts for about two minutes of Kaoru grinding up on him, teasing Estinien to full hardness, before his patience snaps with the miqo'te making the cutest little playful growl and scraping their teeth over his throat. Kaoru bloody well knew that Estinien was weak to biting!

Estinien curses, grasping at Kaoru's wrists and rolling their smaller body underneath his. The miqo'te gives a grumble at being moved, but remains stubbornly asleep even as Estinien calls their name in a hoarse, desperate voice. "Kaoru? …Kaoru? Are you awake?"

No bloody response, of course. Nothing except for an adorable slight snore. They were still asleep, even after all that? For a moment, Estinien had hoped they were pretending just to further drive the point home on what they wanted. What they had been trying to ask him for all day, but Estinien had been too damned thick to notice.

Estinien's head hung low in defeat, turned on beyond belief while his lover— the very cause of the problem—slept on, unawares. His hair slipped over his shoulders in a curtain around his head that tickled at Kaoru's skin, the miqo'te scrunching their nose up a bit at the ticklish feeling of the pale strands slipping over their neck and face.

Estinien frowns, feeling a little irked, and decides to be a bit petty and wake his lover up to deal with the problem they had saddled him with. "Kaoru," Estinien says their name on a grumbling growl, lowering himself down to kiss at their face. Kaoru makes soft little sounds in their throat as Estinien presses kiss after kiss to their face. The dragoon kissing along their brow, their nose, the markings that curved over cheeks, the line of their jaw and over their chin.

He finally brushes his lips firmly over theirs, and catches their bottom lip between his. Nipping along the soft flesh, and tugging it between his teeth. He paused, checking to see if that was enough to wake Kaoru. The miqo'te hummed, lips parted so very invitingly, and did not wake.

Estinien huffed a breath through his nose and dipped his head to kiss them even more passionately. His tongue dragged over the seam of their lips before he licked into their mouth, dipping between the slack part of their lips.

He gives a soft sound of surprise as Kaoru responds, kissing him back lazily, and the dragoon breaks the kiss to gaze hopefully into their face. Only to scrunch up his chin in a grumpy-browed expression as Kaoru proceeded to kiss at the air with eyes still closed, as if Estinien's lips were still pressed up against theirs.

"Tsk. You little," the dragoon growled, trailing off before he finished the sentence. He grunted, kissing down over their chin a little roughly in his disgruntled affection. As he kissed over their throat, his hands rucked up the loose fabric of their sleep shirt, exposing their skin to the air and to his appreciative blue-grey eyes. He lays his hand on the sleep warmed skin of their belly, marveling as he often did about their difference in size. Kaoru was larger than life, but at the same time so very small.

He trails his hand up, fabric bunching as the shirt comes along with the hot, possessive glide of his hand over their soft skin.

His touch gentles as his calloused fingers feathered over the scars on their chest in a careful caress. His head dips, lips following the path of his hands in softer, sweeter kisses than those he had pressed to Kaoru's lips. The scars were a while healed, but still obviously fresh. Not yet faded like all the rest of the scars that came with the heavy mantle that was the title Warrior of Light.

Ahh. That was right, this would be the first time they were intimate after Kaoru's surgery, wouldn't it? Estinien hadn't wanted to chance hurting them after, and so it had been a while since they'd done anything more than kissing or snuggling. Was Kaoru trying to tell him they were ready, that they wanted him just as much? Estinien felt like a particularly dense fool.

"You are something of a saint, are you not," the dragoon remarks, smiling ruefully with lips pressed to Kaoru's warm, soft skin. "How do you put up with me, hmm?"

Kaoru still does not wake to answer him, not even as Estinien's long, pale hair slips over their skin in a waterfall of silk as he mapped out every ilm of their skin in kisses. His hands wander over them, indulging in their softness in a way he could not when Kaoru was awake. His lover flustered so easily when shown affection, especially when Estinien did so.

It was understandable, knowing what he did of Kaoru's life. Estinien's fingers trace the shape of a faded scar on Kaoru's lower abdomen with the thought. The very family who should have loved and cared for Kaoru unconditionally had instead hurt them, made them suffer.

Estinien kisses over that scar, too, with hands gently cradling Kaoru's hips. His lips curving up as the miqo'te squirmed in their sleep with the ticklish feeling of his hair sliding over their bare skin. He chuckles softly, nuzzling his face against his lover's belly, trailing kisses down to the edge of fabric that was the start of their shorts resting low on their hips.

Estinien hums, looking up at Kaoru's sleeping face, and decides that this is as good a way to wake them as any. It was something he had yet to do, much to his regret. Aught he meant to rectify now.

He slips a hand under the small of their back as his fingers hook into the waistband of their loose sleep shorts, lifting them slightly from the bed as he slips the shorts over their hips and down their legs.

No smalls underneath, hm? A smirk tugs at the corner of Estinien's lips as he runs a possessive hand over their soft, bare skin. Tickled at the way Kaoru wiggled their hips and so thoughtfully did the work themselves of spreading their legs open for him.

"Don't mind if I do," Estinien murmurs in a voice gravelly with desire as he laid himself down between their legs. His hands palm at the meat of their thighs, roving over them from their outer hip to their knee, then trailing upward on their inner thigh with a heavy, greedy hand.

He follows the path of his hands with his lips, kneading into the give of their ample flesh with a satisfied grumble in his throat, almost a purr of pleased satisfaction. Another thing he had a weakness for would be Kaoru's thighs. Pleasingly plump for how small the miqo'te was, Estinien laid his hands or head on Kaoru's thighs at every given opportunity. It was why it was such a travesty that he had yet to put his head between them at all. Reasonably, that would be Estinien's favorite place to be.

"Forgive me for neglecting you, my love," Estinien murmurs, peppering kisses along their thigh and then resting his cheek on the pillow of their flesh as his fingers slip forward to tease along the soft curve of their pelvis. Fingers and palm kneading at the soft, plump flesh of their mons. He rubs them with his hand, giving Kaoru something to grind against as their hips twitch and jerk, starting to rock into the pleasurable pressure he gives them, seeking that sweet friction.

"More?" Estinien murmurs teasingly with a flash of teeth to that stubbornly sleeping face, and spreads their outer lips to swipe his fingers over their soft, inner folds. His blue-grey eyes watch all the while with rapt attention as their expression shifts. Serene sleepiness turned to that of needful desire, the stirrings of lust parting their luscious lips and bringing the bloom of blush to their skin. Estinien quite liked it, a pretty blush was well suited to compliment the markings curving Kaoru's cheeks. It never failed to draw him in like a magnet, wanting to kiss all the places he found so charming. To kiss all the places that they blushed and burned for him.

"You are so hot here, too, Kaoru," Estinien whispers in a heated breath as his fingers move. The barest swipe of the pads of his fingers against their petal soft folds had Kaoru's wetness dripping over his fingers and down their thighs.

Estinien gave a growling groan, stroking at them with his slickened fingers until they were wet all over. More of that wetness dripping out as he teased them, fingers gliding easily over them as he massaged their dewy folds between his slick fingers. Seeking more of that wetness as he parted them with one finger, rubbing at them with the pads of his fingers but not yet dipping inside as he drew his fingertip up to tease circles around the hardened, twitching pearl of their clit. Impatient for more of a reaction, Estinien pressed down on that tempting little nub with his thumb and rubbed at it a little more roughly.

Kaoru makes their loudest sound yet, moaning out as their hips jerked under his hand. He could feel them throb and twitch under the press of his fingertips, more of that wetness seeping out to drip down over his fingers and over their thighs.

"Kaoru," Estinien groans, and cannot hold back the desire to taste them any longer. He should have done this ages ago, he thinks, as he lays down between their thighs and breathes in greedy breaths the heady scent of them. Saliva pools in his mouth as he lowers his head, his breath fanning hot over their heated skin. His rumbling moan is a deeper contrast to the whimper Kaoru lets out as he dragged his tongue over their folds, their delectable taste collecting on his tongue. He lapped at them hungrily as he spread them open with both hands. His eyelashes flutter in the bliss of their taste, swallowing everything they give him in greedy gulps.

And when merely licking at them is not enough to satisfy his hunger, he dips his tongue inside of them. Groaning low as he opened his mouth wide to slurp at them, the sounds he made messy and lewd as he supped upon them like a man starved. His hair falls around his ears, tickling at their inner thighs as he cupped at their bottom and drew them in closer, his nose buried against them and granting added friction as his tongue wriggled deep as it could go.

He rubs at their outer lips with his fingers, kneading and grasping, groping at their softness. Sliding his fingers over them, he coats them in their wetness and slips them inside, crooking his fingers like he was beckoning them.

Estinien chuckles to himself.

Beckoning them to an orgasm, perhaps.

He hears a gasp, a choked, muffled cry of his name as Kaoru's thighs abruptly close around his head, pinning his ears flat as they clamped around him and squeezed. His head jerked a bit as Kaoru grasped his hair close to his scalp and pulled as they clenched down on his fingers and tongue, giving a full body shudder. Their hips grind against his face, riding his fingers and tongue as they orgasmed for the first time tonight thanks to his efforts.

Estinien is held there, face quite happily smothered between Kaoru's thighs as the miqo'te trembled and slowly came down from the intense pleasure he had just given them.

Their legs around him loosen, dropping down limply as they gazed at him with wide mismatched eyes, their skin flushed so prettily.

His ears ache a bit from their preternatural strength, but Estinien grins like the cat that got the cream, his mouth and nose and cheeks wet from their arousal.

"Finally awake, are you?" Estinien asks smugly as Kaoru gazes dazedly down at him where he was so very comfy cozy between their plush thighs. "You sleep like the dead, you know," the dragoon comments, crooking his fingers inside of them and delighting in the reaction he gets, Kaoru's hips jerking and their voice crying out again in pleasure.

"Estinien?" Kaoru gasps, clutching at the sheets as the dragoon continues on fingering them, not stopping even though they had already cum.

"Who else? I climbed in through your window," Estinien says before they can ask, and then lowers his head to lick around his thrusting fingers. Delighting in the sound he pulls from Kaoru's lips, he sucks at their folds and drags his tongue over them to flick at the throbbing bead of their clit.

"Nn..gg!" Again Kaoru pulls his hair, but for the force of his grin, Estinien doesn't mind. He lifts his chin to suck at their clit, enjoying the feel of their pulse there, throbbing against his wiggling tongue.

"You…! Ah! Can't just… hahh! Break into my room an—nnnd! Do whatever you want!" Kaoru struggles to scold him, yanking hard at his hair as Estinien ate them out like it was his new profession, azure Dragoon who? Kaoru could barely think with how good it felt.

Estinien's laugh vibrates through them, pulling off of their clit with a loud, lewd pop. "Whatever I want?" He says with amusement. His mouth was so very shiny, gleaming wet with Kaoru's desire. "Kaoru, I came to see you but you were already asleep, so—"

Kaoru yanks at his pointed, elezen ears, growling with flushed cheeks, "So you decided to, what, have a little fun??"

"Ow, Kaoru. Owch!" Estinien grumbles, snatching at Kaoru's wrists and nipping at their fingers in reprimand. "No, just stop. Wait a minute and listen, will you?"

But Kaoru does not stop, slapping out at him and pushing. Estinien huffs, growling as Kaoru shoves at his face with two hands. "I decided to crawl in next to you to sleep, but you had other ideas!" The dragoon grits out in a nasally voice as Kaoru's palm pushes his nose back like the snout of a porxie.

He turns his head and scrapes his teeth over their palm, biting at their hand, tongue flicking out to lick at the salt of their skin.

Then he shoves them back into the bed by his hold on their wrists and uses his body to pin them. Holding them still by using their difference in size, though he knew Kaoru could easily throw him off if they really wanted to.

It was telling that they did not. Indeed, Kaoru looks flushed, breathing heavily from their little bout of play fighting. Because that was what it was. If Kaoru had hated it, or wanted him to stop, they would have muscled him with that hero strength of theirs. They would have kicked him out, tossed him right back out the window.

Estinien grins down at them, bouncing on top of them and chuckling with the way Kaoru huffs. Truly, he knew the miqo'te liked the feeling of being pinned down, of being overpowered. It was one of the things Estinien had been fortunate to discover about them. The elezen was only lucky to be just strong enough to do so for Kaoru, though not for long if they really wanted up. Azure dragoon he may be, but Kaoru was the Warrior of Light. Bloody preternatural strength would win out every time no matter what.

"You were the one who snuggled up to me," Estinien informs them of the truth of the matter. "You were rubbing yourself all over me, and moaning my name besides." Well, it had happened once, at least. Estinien's ears did more than frame his ruggedly handsome face, after all.

Kaoru turns bright red, redder than their hair. Too bloody cute, his Kaoru. Those mismatched eyes of red and yellow-gold widening as they shook their head rapidly in denial.

"You don't believe me? After you got me all hot and bothered?" Estinien grinds down into them. Rutting against them to put proof to his words how affected he was, the shape of his erection rubbing up against his miqo'te lover. "Feel it," he growls, taking their hand and guiding it to touch him. To feel how he ached for them,hot and hard and twitching with their touch. Only the thin barrier of his sleep pants between them, the dragoon forgoing smallclothes the same as Kaoru had. "This is all because of you."

Kaoru groans out, voice pitching high on their cry of his name, "Estinien!"

Estinien only chuckles, and indulges himself in kissing over Kaoru's flushed face. His lips follow the path of their markings curving over their cheeks. Nuzzling his nose against theirs before he brushed their lips together. "Short of shaking you awake or yelling your name like a brute, I did try to wake you. Forgive me if I was weak to your charms, and more than a little overzealous. Honestly, I thought you were awake at first. If you hated it, and if it is your wish, I will not do so again."

Kaoru's hand suddenly squeezes him where their hand was still pressed to his impressive elezen erection, and Estinien groans, "Kaoru?" as the miqo'te looks at him under their eyelashes, their fingers sliding over the butter soft material of his sleep pants as they stroked the hot, firm flesh beneath.

Their tongue darts out to wet their lips, their cheeks flushed and breath shaky as they say so very soft that it was almost inaudible, "I didn't… hate it."

Estinien blinks down at them, stunned and dizzy with the pleasure of their touch as Kaoru fondled him, still so sweet and shy though they had lain together a few times now.

Estinien's throat feels dry as he swallows, his voice still a gravelly rasp as he groans out, "...You didn't?"

Kaoru bites their lips, so adorably flustered. So very lewd as they cupped their fingers over his tip and teased at the underside of his head, making the dragoon shiver and moan as precum dribbled out of his twitching cock to dampen the thin, soft fabric of his sleep pants.

"I liked it," they say so quietly that even the keen elezen ears that Estinien possessed strained to hear. Oh, but he heard it.

"Yeah? Want I should do it again? Touch you while you sleep, wake you with pleasure?" The azure dragoon growled rakishly.

Estinien flushed hot, cock jumping under their fingers as desire swirled in his gut.

Fuck.

Though they had admitted their enjoyment, Kaoru still flustered further with Estinien's lascivious suggestion, turning their cheek and whining his name so very cutely in embarrassment.

By the Fury, Estinien wanted to utterly wreck them for the swell of desire and affection that washes over him so strongly it steals his breath like a sucker punch to the gut. His heart squeezes in his breast. Halone help him, he had never been so weak-hearted, so easily endeared until he had met Kaoru.

"Why then did you put up such a fuss?" Estinien voices his wondering aloud, crowding close to the miqo'te and letting go of their other hand to instead capture their chin. To turn their cheek so they would look him in the eye.

Kaoru peeks at him under their eyelashes, red and yellow-gold eyes glowing so gorgeously in the dim light. Estinien can hear them swallow this close. Their lips parting with their answer as they mumble, "Obviously because you like it. Play fighting, right?"

Estinien barks a startled, delighted laugh. What, that was why? "Kaoru! You almost gave me the wrong impression. I thought you were really mad! You tugged my ears really hard!"

Kaoru smiles bashfully. "Sorry. Did I hurt you? Want me to kiss it better?"

Estinien huffs, a little embarrassed now for complaining. "I am not so delicate as a flower—"

Kaoru interjects, mumbling, "You're as pretty as one."

Estinien blinks with wide-eyed fluster, caught a little off guard by that adorable compliment. He coughs, clearing his throat roughly and does not comment on that, though his ears and cheeks glowed red with the obvious favor of his lover. "—I meant," he says, continuing on as if Kaoru had not interrupted to call him the prettiest of dragoons. "You can treat me a little roughly, Kaoru. I will not break even if you put some of your strength behind it. I would be your equal in all things."

Kaoru tilts their head, mulling over Estinien's words. "Come closer," they say, opening their arms for him. And Estinien obeys, coming gladly into their embrace. Heat floods his cheeks to the tips of his pointed ears then, as Kaoru leaned into him and kissed over his ear, murmuring, "Sorry. I know you're sturdy and can take it, but I never want to hurt you. I love you, Estinien."

Estinien makes a soft, strangled sound in his throat. His heart pounding hard and skin hot as Kaoru kisses over his ear and sucks at the pointed tip, nipping their way back over his earlobe before they turned his head to grant his other ear the same treatment. Estinien shuddered, fingers fisting in the bedclothes at Kaoru's shoulders, all ashiver from their attention. Wholly, entirely seduced if he weren't before. His arousal is apparent against his lover's belly, twitching and throbbing as Kaoru sucked, kissed, and nibbled at his ears. A wet patch spreading on the fabric where his tip rubbed against it, the sensitivity of his ears a weakness that Kaoru had discovered. But the both of them were similar in that sense, and so Estinien grasps Kaoru's upper arms and leans up with heavy, hot breath to return the favor. Kaoru freezes, giving a whole body shudder as Estinien traced the tip of one finely furred feline ear with his tongue, licking into it. His lips closing over the tip as he sucked at it, then nibbled along their sensitive flesh. Kaoru whines out, squirming underneath him and making the elezen groan in pleasured agony as their movements rub his erection against them in much needed friction.

"Kaoru," Estinien whimpers out, unable to help rocking his hips hard against them. He captures their other ear in his mouth, chasing after it a moment for how it twitched and flickered. His tongue dips into the shell, breath hot as he gasped and moaned, just barely stopping himself from biting down, though he did slightly gnaw at them as Kaoru rubbed up against him, whimpering his name needfully.

"Fuck," Estinien cursed with feeling, turned on beyond belief. He could not wait any longer. He was steadily leaking now, precum soaked through the thin fabric of his low slung sleepwear, the shape of his cock rubbing wet over Kaoru's bare skin.

"Touch me," Estinien begs, "Fury, Kaoru, I ache for you."

Mercifully, blessedly, Kaoru does. Slipping between the press of their bodies, they reach down with both hands to touch him. Their palms and fingers cupping the shape of him, fondling and stroking through the dampened fabric. It was not that Estinien was ridiculously large—mayhap a smidgen above average for male elezen, penis size wise—but Kaoru's small hands made him seem huge. They could not wrap around his girth, and needed two hands to stroke along his length.

Estinien moans out unabashedly as Kaoru squeezed him firmly, stroking just right, just how the elezen liked it. So good. Too good, in fact.

"A-ah, Kaoru," the elezen gasps, rocking helplessly into their powerful, capable hands. Knees weak with overwhelming desire. "I will not last if you..—hahh!— squeeze me—nnhg—like that!"

But Kaoru pays him no mind, their pupils narrowed to slits as they push down the waistband of his pants, curling their hot little hands around his cock as it sprang free into their waiting grasp.

Estinien pants heavily, his hair hanging around his face as he rose up shakily on his hands, his knees digging into the bed on either side of Kaoru's hips. The fabric of his sleep pants riding up high on his thighs as he rolled his hips into Kaoru's hands. His cock twitching, drooling precum over the miqo'te's stroking hands, slicking the way for them to slide over him that much more easily.

"Kaoru," he groaned, and then gasped as the miqo'te shoved him back. Sending him wobbling upright to his knees, the miqo'te sitting up and gripping him in their hands as they dipped their head down licked at him hungrily. Their tongue sliding hot and slippery from his base to his tip, lapping up the drippy mess of his precum, and then swirling around the sensitive head, the firm point of their tongue teasing his slit.

Estinien cursed, gripping their shoulders hard with trembling hands as they opened their mouth and sucked him in, swallowing him down with a skill that he certainly had not taught them. It did not matter because Kaoru was with Estinien now, but ever so often the dragoon felt a little wretched for the twinges of jealousy he had felt. That he still felt, on occasion. Kaoru's last love had been Lord Haurchefant, and it had ended tragically. Were it not for that, Estinien very much doubted Kaoru would be here with him now. The man had been someone so very important to Kaoru, someone they had loved. He felt jealous, sometimes, aye, but he did not want to replace Haurchefant. Estinien had respected the lord, too. What had happened to the former lord of Camp Dragonhead had been a shock to all of them.

But such thoughts were not to be lingered upon, too like to distract him and spoil the mood with somber, guilty feelings. And so Estinien puts them from his mind, focusing on Kaoru. On how good the miqo'te made him feel. His pleasure built fast, arousal that had slowly simmered as he touched the miqo'te—as he pleasured them—now reaching the boiling point. The heat turned all the way up to have Kaoru awake and eagerly participating.

Their mouth felt so hot, their tongue so soft. That wet, sucking heat. The swirl of their tongue and the bob of their head. Gods, it was too good. Estinien felt like he was dying trying to stave off his release, lest he reach his peak far too embarrassingly fast.

Estinien's hands had found their way to Kaoru's head at some point, but he does not remember putting them there. He can feel every bob of their head, his keen elezen ears catching every lewd sound made between them. The wet, squelching glug of Kaoru's throat as the miqo'te swallowed him down, the gasp of their breath, the sounds of their combined moans.

Gods, it was all so overwhelming. He couldn't… ah!

"K-Kaoru," Estinien stammers out as he throbs, teetering close to the edge. Trying to warn the miqo'te as he tugs at their hair and tries to pry them off.

But Kaoru shrugs off his hands and redoubles their efforts by grasping two handfuls of the dragoon's muscled bottom and forcefully making him fuck their throat. Estinien feels struck dumb, his eyes rolling back into his head as his whole body quaked and jerked in blessed release. The hot gush of his spend pouring into Kaoru's waiting mouth, so much of it that they could not hold it, or possibly swallow it all without spilling.

Estinien shuddered, leaning over them, his hands sweaty on their bare skin as he rode out the orgasmic high.

Kaoru looks utterly fucked out when he pulls back, his softening cock slipping from their mouth, saliva and cum keeping them connected in wet, shiny strings before distance broke them.

Estinien is stunned speechless as Kaoru opened their mouth and stuck their tongue out. The white, gooey collection of his cum sliding copious from their tongue to land on their waiting hands.

"Kaoru," Estinien grasps out in a voice gravelly with arousal as the miqo'te took that sloppy mess in their cupped hands and proceeded to slick their inner thighs with it. Beckoning to the dragoon with a cum slick finger as they licked up the spend from their other palm, sucking lasciviously on their fingers. It is a sight to see from his Kaoru, who was always so shy and easily flustered by things like this.

But looking close, Estinien could see the obvious. Kaoru was a bundle of nerves, skin flushed and eyes and ears lowered even as they put on a show so seductive for him. Ahh, Halone help him, Kaoru was too much! Too cute beyond words, so sweet that the dragoon wanted to bite them. To leave his mark on every ilm of their skin so that everyone who dared to gaze upon them knew that his adorable miqo'te already had a possessive lover.

Estinien's cock was already plumping up again, his whole body awash with dizzying desire as Kaoru takes his prick in hand and guides him forward to press in between their messy, cum slick thighs.

They squeeze his cock in what feels like agonizing torture and such exquisite bliss as they rub their thighs together, squishing him so delightfully that Estinien felt he would surely burst before long.

"Fuck," Estinien chokes out, more than hard enough now as his hips jerk into the plush give of their thighs. Every thrust of his hips between the squeeze of that softness and muscle had his cock rubbing up against the sloppy wet heat of their folds, sending the miqo'te's wetness dripping down over him and keeping their thighs so perfectly slick for the glide of his skin over theirs.

Estinien presses his hands into their outer thighs, making them squeeze him all the tighter as he adjusted the angle a bit to rub more fully against Kaoru. They both moan together as he rubs right up against them, grinding together in a perfect bit of friction that has Kaoru whimpering and crossing their legs to pull him in even tighter.

Estinien gives a guttural growl, palms kneading at their thighs, then drags them snug against him as he dips his head to kiss them hungry and deep.

Kaoru moans into his mouth, tasting strongly of salt and musk that was all Estinien. Their tongues slid across one another in a playful bit of aggressive kissing, Estinien nipping and sucking at their lips and chasing the taste of himself on their tongue.

"Kaoru," he murmurs against their lips, sharing their breath, "I need you now. Please, say I can have you?"

Kaoru groans with lips pressed to his, tugging at his bottom lip with their teeth and soothing it with a sweet kiss and a swipe of their tongue. "Yes," they gasp, "Have me, take me, I'm yours."

Estinien makes an indescribable sound in his throat, his hands slipping possessive and hot over Kaoru's skin as he pressed closer to them. His hand settles large and hot on the small of their back as he dips them backwards, laying them down on the bed. Their legs spread open for him, warmth and softness and heat for him to settle between. He sits slightly upright, taking himself in hand to press at Kaoru's petal soft folds, the tip of his prick teasing through that slippery wetness.

Kaoru moans, hips wiggling with impatience, the miqo'te groaning at him in aggravation as the dragoon chuckled and pinned their hips with a heavy hand. Estinien had only just pressed forward with the girthy tip of his cock when Kaoru raises their legs up and hooks him under his armpits, yanking him forward into them. The full length of his long, girthy cock—seven generous ilms, not average at all—sinking into the greedy, impatient miqo'te all in one go.

"Fuck," Estinien chokes out, his hands slapped on either side of his overeager lover, having caught himself before he squashed them or banged their heads together. "Kaoru! You… little… shite!"

Kaoru shudders under him, moaning his name. Estinien rested heavily on the backs of their thighs with their bottom snugly in his lap, their ankles still hooked under the elezen's arms as their inner walls pulsed and squeezed around him. A definite shock to be filled so abruptly full by seven ilms of thick, elezen cock.

It was only fortunate that Kaoru was used to such sizes, their former lover being Lord Haurchefant, and now Ser Estinien, Azure Dragoon. Both elezen, both decidedly not average at all. The miqo'te was thankfully wet enough. They were soaked, absolutely sopping from the time Estinien had spent pleasing and teasing them. Aught that undoubtedly spares them any pain or injury, but this was certainly overzealous of them.

"You could have hurt yourself," Estinien scolds them in a strained voice, holding so very still so they could adjust to him even though he felt fit to burst.

"Not hurt," Kaoru gasps out, already rocking into him, their shapely bottom wiggling so wickedly in his lap. "Ahn, Estinien, move!"

Estinien makes a strangled sound, trembling all over with a wave of lust. "Fine," he grunts out, and drops down on them, huffing with satisfaction to hear their gasp as he gives them exactly what they asked for. "Is this what you want?" He growls as he moved, thrusting hard and deep, giving them no quarter as his muscles rippled with the power of an azure dragoon, fucking his lustful lover into the mattress, a truly sturdy bedframe under them that blessedly held steady despite their forceful movements and combined strength.

Having to explain a broken bed to Vrtra was not on Estinien's to-do list.

"Ah, ah, yes, nng… hah! Esti—ni—en!" Kaoru moaned broken and nonsensically into Estinien's ear, their nails scoring red, burning lines down his back as Estinien dipped his head to mark up their skin like he had wanted to. Marks that bloomed plum and rose from him sucking at their skin, the scrape of teeth turned to indents in flesh as the elezen bit down hard enough to bruise but not break skin.

"You're mine," the elezen growled in a guttural surge of possessiveness, his hips snapping forward with a surge of renewed energy as Kaoru mewled and moaned out a, "Yes, yes!" and nearly sobbed his name with pleasure.

The bed rocks under them, screeching across the floor as skin slapped against skin. Kaoru clung to him hard, knees digging in at the dragoon's side, their hands sliding over his sweaty skin, salt stinging at the red scratches they had left from his shoulders to the swell of his muscular backside.

They kiss in a bruising crush of lips; the hot, sloppy slide of slippery tongues. Estinien hungrily swallowing the lewd, pleasured sounds his miqo'te lover made to keep all for his own as he gave them everything he had built up. The frustration and lust and even some irritation, he gave them it all with every powerful thrust of his hips.

Kaoru takes it like the true champion they are, demanding more even, as they moan in plea for him to fuck them harder, faster, deeper. What a greedy lover he had, but Estinien was only too glad to fulfill their demands.

He presses them into the mattress, pinning them, overpowering them just as they liked as he drove his cock into them deep. Hard, fast, unrelenting. Sucking at their tongue and chuckling with dark, lustful satisfaction for the way Kaoru loses the ability to even form words. Only sounds come from those luscious lips, the result of the pleasure and bliss that Estinien gave them. Their voice crying out is music to the elezen's ears as he pushed them to their peak before him, the miqo'te rippling around him and clamping down so tight. Their lustful body unwilling to let them go even as he gave them everything they desired.

"How many times do you think I can make you cum like this, Kaoru?" The dragoon purrs in a rumbling, velvety voice. Hoarse from his own denied pleasure, but oh it was worth it to see Kaoru already so fucked out. He would have them utterly spent by the end of this.

Kaoru whimpers, too dazed with pleasure to answer. Yet they suck at Estinien's tongue as he licks over their mouth, and their knees dig into his side as he moves even an ilm. More, it seemed, was what they wanted. All left up to Estinien for how many orgasms he could wring out of them before he, too, could feel that bliss again.

"Once?" Estinien muses, kissing wet and hot over their open, panting mouth. His tongue flickering out to catch a droplet of sweat as it curved a path over their temple. "Twice more?" He murmurs lustfully into their skin, "Perhaps I could even give you multiples." It had happened before when the both of them were lost in one another like this. Caught them both by surprise, but it had been incredibly good.

Kaoru makes a groan in their throat at that suggestion, clenching down around him with a gush of arousal. Their voice slurring a little as they gasped out his name, "Estinien…!"

Estinien smirks, and remarks in a gravelly voice, "I do not know until I try, do I?" as he swirled his hips against them. The sound between them a lewd plap, plap, plap for how wet Kaoru was with another orgasm slicking the way for Estinien to fuck them into the mattress.

"Hhng, you're so wet, Kaoru," the elezen rasps, his hand slipping down between their sweaty bodies to tease over Kaoru's clit as he thrust and thrust and thrust his cock into them so deep.

Still so sensitive, it is no surprise that Kaoru tightens around himself quickly with a bit of roughened rubbing with his fingers. Their arms squeeze around his shoulders, their cry muffled into his throat as they came again.

Estinien gave a choked, guttural grunt as they bite at his throat, marking him high where armor could not conceivably cover.

Fuck, he thinks, and is lost to a wave of overpowering lust of his own making. His reason flew out the very window he had climbed through as he slid a hand under them and gripped at their shapely rear, yanking them up into him as he snapped his hips with wild abandon. They pulsed and squeezed around him, drenching him in their wetness and burning him up with their heat.

"Kaoru. Kaoru, Kaoru!" Estinien chants their name like a prayer as he drowns in them, raining kisses over their face as he grasps at their hands and draws them up over their head. Fingers clasping tight as he kissed them passionately, full of lust but so much more of love as he gazed down into their flushed, blissed out expression. It is seeing the face that he loved so dearly, so clearly brought to pleasure by his hands, that brings him to the brink and pushes him over the edge.

Estinien groans out, squeezing at Kaoru's hands as the miqo'te milks him for all he was worth in yet another wave of orgasmic bliss for them. It was good, they had reached climax together, and so they could bask together in the afterglow.

Estinien held himself up until he had nothing left to give. His hips jerking and hair sticking to sweaty skin—his and Kaoru's—as the miqo'te milked him for all he was worth. Every last drop of spend poured into them, so much that it dribbled down their thighs. Stuffed so full as they were already, he fills them to the brim with his seed that it spills over to leak out and mess the sheets.

Estinien trembled, panting hard, and then allowed himself to drop. Landing a bit too rough, mayhap, atop his gasping, sweaty lover.

But Kaoru only gives a slight groan before stroking their hand over his sweaty back. Aught that made Estinien hiss as the salt of his sweat again stung what surely were wounds. Kaoru was a bloody hell cat, clawing him up. Biting him, too. But as their lips press to his shoulder—a soft thrum vibrating through them to him as his miqo'te lover indulged in a satisfied, feline purr—Estinien can only feel good. Satisfied and happy to have traces of Kaoru all over him. Of himself all over Kaoru with the hickies and bite marks he himself had left on their skin. He supposed that made them even.

"Kaoru," Estinien breathes, his voice catching a bit in his throat. Ah, he was so thirsty. "Are you… all right?"

Kaoru hums, their tail flickering and feline ears twitching as Estinien raises a shaky hand up to pet over their hair and ears.

Mustering some energy, the dragoon rolls to the side, slipping slowly out of his lover with a dribble of messy cum. "Good?" Estinien asks as Kaoru turns to follow him into their embrace, a soft whimper let out from the elezen pulling out.

Kaoru's satisfied face was answer enough. But they are instantly embarrassed as Estinien looks them over and grins at them in rakish smuggery. They bury their reddened face in their hands, whining in protest as Estinien laughed and tugged at their wrists.

"Come now, give us a kiss," the dragoon teased. "Will you not allow me to see my lover's face after giving them all that they desired?"

Kaoru shook their head, squirming with fervent embarrassment. Only peeking out through their fingers as Estinien gave an exaggerated, put upon sigh.

Their mismatched eyes of red and yellow-gold widening in surprise to see their elezen lover make such a sad, pouty face.

"Please, Kaoru?" Estinien pleads, his large hands circling their wrists as he kisses everywhere he could that they were not hiding away. Their hair, their ears, their shoulders and even over the backs of their hands that shielded their blushing, bashful face. "Pretty please, with crème brûlée and pumpkin cookies on top?"

As if on cue, Kaoru's stomach growls, and they are startled enough by the loud interruption of sound that Estinien seizes the moment to tug their hands away from their face and press a sweet kiss to their lips.

Kaoru makes a soft sound of surprise, then huffs out a breath through their nose as they give in and melt into him.

"There you are, my Kaoru," Estinien says in a voice warm with obvious loving affection as he cradles their face in his palms and rubbed his thumbs over the markings on their ruddy, blushing cheeks.

"I understand your embarrassment," he continues softly, blue-grey eyes gentle and face as soft as it could possibly be, "but you know I would never judge you, my love." He presses his lips to their forehead and says simply, "You are my heart, Kaoru. I love you."

Kaoru turns their cheek to kiss at his wrist, nuzzling into his palm. "I love you too, Estinien."

Estinien smiles, tucking their sweaty hair away from their face. "Should we have ourselves a midnight snack, my hungry little lover? Or would you like to lay here a while yet?"

Kaoru hums, and snuggles close to him, uncaring of the sweatyness still that was drying on their skin. "Just a while more like this," the miqo'te decides, feeling much too lazy yet to get out of bed. They wanted to bask a little more in this warm, glowy feeling. Utterly boneless and entirely, satisfyingly spent.

"Then we can wash up and scrounge up a snack."

Estinien hums, kissing the red of their hair between twitching feline ears. "Speaking of pumpkin cookies, I do believe that Tataru sent some over just yesterday."

Kaoru's stomach makes another loud, hungry gurgle, and the miqo'te hid their face in their elezen lover's chest as he laughed.

"Shall I go fetch you the cookies now, my love?"

"...Yes, please."

…..

The cookies are especially delicious late at night after a round of lovemaking. Estinien had been thoughtful enough to bring a cloth and basin for the both of them to freshen up a little and clean the sticky sweat from their skin.

"Happy?" Estinien asks with amusement as he crawls back into bed with the miqo'te, laying his head in Kaoru's lap with arms snaking around their waist as the miqo'te munched happily on a tin practically bursting with mouth watering cookies.

Kaoru makes a sound of contentment, cheeks stuffed full of pumpkin-y goodness. The words they spoke behind their hand sounding suspicious like, "Thank you, love."

With the elezen laying sprawled across their lap, their hands stroke at Estinien's hair and over his back. Pausing ever so often between snacking to kiss Estinien's face and rub at his ears.

The elezen becomes drowsy before long, humming throatily his contentment. Nuzzling his face against the miqo'te's skin as he breathed in their familiar smell, the sweet, pumpkin-y scent of the cookies made him a little hungry, too.

"Cookie?" Kaoru asks as Estinien opens his eyes and glances with interest at the tin resting on the bed.

Estinien grunts. "Perhaps one?"

Kaoru smiles down at him and hand feeds him a fresh cookie, eyes squinting in feline pleasure as Estinien opens his mouth and bites off of it.

"Good?" The miqo'te asks, ears and tail flicking joyfully.

Estinien licks at the corner of his mouth. "Needs something."

Kaoru blinks, leaning over him. "Oh? What does it need?"

Estinien hums, lips curving in a teasing smirk as he lays a hand on the miqo'te's nape and tugs them down for a fur shivering smooch.

"Mm, sweet," the dragoon says, blue-grey eyes gleaming mischievously under his eyelashes. "Just what I needed."

Kaoru blushes to the tips of their twitching feline ears, covering their mouth in fluster and dropping a cookie on Estinien's forehead in the process.

"Ow."

Kaoru plucks it back up and kisses his brow, saying bashfully, "Sorry."

Estinien chuckles gently. "No harm done. You kissed it better, no? Your affection is the salve to soothe my aches."

Kaoru snorts in humor, still embarrassed, and shoves the rest of Estinien's cookie in the elezen's mouth so he would stop teasing them.

Estinien bites down on it with a grin.

Soon enough, the cookies are put aside with the lid firmly back on to preserve freshness. Kaoru never did want to eat all of them in one go, just to have something sweet later when they wanted it.

They remake the bed, clearing away their messy sheets to Kaoru's glowing red embarrassment, and climb in again to curl close and snuggle.

Kaoru lays across the pillow of Estinien's arm, turned to face him as Estinien strokes heavy handed over their bare back, his hand large and warm as it caresses down and back up at the start of their spine, again and again like petting something incredibly soft. A purr thrumming deep in their chest that comes to a pause as Estinien says, "Your scars are healing well."

Kaoru tenses up. Feeling a little anxious still as their stomach twists in knots with the worry that Estinien might find them less attractive, less appealing after the removal of their breasts.

Kaoru swallows hard and steels their nerves best they could to ask, "Does it bother you?"

Estinien hums, fingertips swirling nonsensical patterns into their skin. "Why would it?"

Kaoru's lips part, their voice feeling stuck in their throat before they force it out, "Because… because I'm not a woman. I like myself like this, I've struggled so long to accept myself, and I don't—..."

Kaoru's voice quiets, softens. "I don't want to go back to… not liking my body."

Estinien leaned back, his eyebrows furrowed over blue-grey eyes as his hand rested on the miqo'te's shoulder. "Kaoru, look at me," he says, touching gentle fingers to their chin.

Kaoru lifts their eyes, lips thin as they bite at the inside of their mouth.

"I knew you were not a woman from the start," the elezen says. "You told me yourself. Let me know how to call you, how to address you. I respected that. I respect who you are. What makes you think that something like this would change that?"

Kaoru closes their eyes, struggling to look into the dragoon's earnest eyes when they were feeling this way. They might cry. "Because my body isn't the same as when we started. What if you're not attracted to me anymore? What if… you leave me?"

"Impossible," Estinien spits out immediately, the word so abrupt and intense with feeling that Kaoru startles into opening their eyes.

Estinien gazes at them steadily, and lays a hand on their flat chest, touching their scars in the same manner he had done before. A careful, gentle caress with calloused fingers featherlight, touching so slowly as he traces along the stretch of their scars.

"Your body is yours, Kaoru," Estinien reminds them, "To change as you see fit. But if you need reassurance, I do not mind giving it to you."

Estinien shifts, slipping downward to face Kaoru's chest, fingers still sliding over their skin as he dips his head to kiss along their scars. "My attraction to you has not changed, Kaoru. I still find you desirable," the dragoon says, pressing kiss after kiss to their skin.

Kaoru trembled, resting a hand on the elezen's head, fingers sinking into the pale strands of Estinien's hair.

"I still love you just as much," the elezen continues, still kissing, still sliding his hand over the flat expanse of their chest in a worshipful caress. "Nay, I love you more every day. Full glad am I that you remain true to yourself, that you continue to embrace and accept yourself as I accept you. You are not a woman. You are Kaoru; and no matter what, I will always love Kaoru."

Kaoru drags Estinien up to kiss him, tears slipping from their eyelashes as they let out a soft, shuddering breath against his lips. Not quite sobbing, but full of emotion.

"I love you, Estinien. So much," they say with an overwhelming amount of feeling, their heart felt fit to burst. Their skin still warm from Estinien's touch and tingling with his kisses.

Estinien gives a sound of contentment, smiling into their kiss as he curls his hand loosely around Kaoru's wrist, thumb dragging over their skin. He draws back, gasping a little from that intense kiss to say, warm and soft, "I love you, Kaoru. No matter what. I hope you understand that."

Kaoru nods their head, smiling so hard with relief and joy that their face aches. They wrap themselves around Estinien, squeezing so hard that the elezen fairly wheezes.

But he did not complain at all, only wrapped his arms around them and held them tight. Kissing their hair and stroking their back as they surrendered emotion. Relaxed and safe in the arms of the man they loved.

"I have you, Kaoru," Estinien says soothingly, holding them close and not letting go.