#Steamy Spicy Smut

[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.

[yellowbrokenblue]

Penthouse window sex with Harry

cw: smut, degrading, daddy kink, unprotected sex

His cock was sunk into you as he took you from behind, pounding into your cunt like his life depended on it.

He had you pressed against the glass window of his penthouse apartment, the only item of clothing on your body being the panties he had shoved into your mouth.

“I want the whole fuckin’ city to know you’re mine.” He groaned, thrusting his dick as far into you as it would go.

You screamed, the arousal-covered panties falling out of your mouth and onto the hardwood floor.

“Such a good slut for me. Letting me fuck you for the whole of New York to watch.” Harry said through a moan, “Bet you love the thought of people watching you cum, hm? Dirty slut.”

“Harry I’m gonna cum.”

He thrusted harder, causing you to let out the most delightful, dirty scream he’d ever heard.

“Not yet, angel. Not until I say you can.”

“Harry,” You moaned, “I can’t hold on for much longer.”

“You cum when I say you can cum, understood?” Harry growled, his hips slapping against your naked skin, “Now be a good girl and take daddy’s cock.”

You cried out as he thrust a couple more times, holding your arms tightly behind your back, sucking deep red marks into the skin of your neck.

“Harry,” You moaned, “Daddy, please.”

He moaned into your skin as he thrust into you.

“Cum now.” He said, his words immediately allowing you to reach your orgasm, “Cum on daddy’s cock.”

He continued to thrust into you as you rode out one of the most insane highs of your life, your juices dripping down your bare legs as Harry continued, soon following with his own orgasm.

“Fuck.” He groaned, “Fuckin’ hell. Love filling this tight pussy up with my cum.”

You moaned as his words, feeling his cum dripping out of you.

“Such a good girl for me.” He said, with a soft kiss on your neck, “Good girl.”

[shouyuus]

ur fav who bought tickets to this fancy gala with his whole chest bc he promised he wanted to spoil you rotten and show you a good time but when he lays eyes on you wearing the slinky evening gown that he hand-picked for you, everything else disappears and all he can see is you and how gorgeous you look and suddenly, maybe he doesn't rly wanna go to this event after all, if it means other people will see you dressed like that -- no, no, no that won't do.

so he makes a show of fiddling with his tie till you come up to him, exasperated, to help, before he backs you up against the wall and presses a knee between your legs and just --

"what if we just stayed home instead?"

"huh? but didn't you say these tickets were impossible to get? and this dress cost a fortune!"

"yeah but... if we don't go -- we can take this dress off --" he reaches up to slip one of the thin straps from your shoulder, "and put it nice and neatly on the ground --" the other strap slips off, "so that it won't get all messed up."

"a-and what exactly do you think we'll be doing at this gala that might mess up this dress?"

him humming against your neck, trailing his lips along your skin, breathing in your freshly applied perfume with a thick groan.

"oh, i'm not talking about the gala, i'm talking about what i've got planned right here, right now."

[fleshandfiction]

Samantha & Jim: Their journey into the cuckold lifestyle

My journey into this lifestyle began around a year ago after seeing a few videos online and bringing this idea to my wife Samantha. Samantha and I have been married for four years and together for seven and our sex life is great! Samantha, my wife, has fair skin, 5' 3" tall, light brown shoulder-length hair, a 36C cup, a small amount of baby weight from our two children, and an ass that is both beautifully rounded and is what most see when they first notice her. She is mild mannered and works at a local elementary school with the special needs children.

I on the other hand, her husband Jim, have been told I am eye candy for the ladies at work and at random times in the supermarket or even on the street. I have an average build, 5' 10" tall, naturally lightly tanned from my lineage of having Native American ancestry, and a 7 inch cock in length and almost 2 in width. My wife at 30 has not aged one bit minus the one or two grey hairs in her hair, but I have gone from a dark-brown/black tint to salt and pepper at 38.

Now, as expected this proposal to my wife did not come without hesitation, some judgement and both presumptions and assumptions regarding what I am asking of her. This particular conversation topic from both her and I came up quite a lot for around a month and quite a few drinks on separate occasions. The decision was made to go forward with this lifestyle as me being an alpha cuck husband who would watch her with another man and then enjoy sloppy seconds sex with her.

The bull we decided to go with for these sessions had some prior experience as a bull with another couple and our first dinner with him went well. We gave him some sexual experience background on her as well as kinks and fantasies, which at the time was only some choking and submission with handcuffs, spreader-bar, and other common BDSM tools. She has never had even a thought of being shared or even sex with any other man than myself she told our bull, whom was taking notes in his phone.

We three would have three more dinner dates breaking the ice and becoming comfortable with each other before the first act. His name was Steven and he had a six-and-a-half-inch cock and was slightly thinner than my shaft is what I gathered from our chats over light eating and mixed drinks in different dimly lit restaurants. He also was a few inches taller than me at six feet, had some light muscle toning to his upper arms as well as his midsection, which I never had. My wife did comment on how she likes the fact that he keeps his head close-shaven and has a full blonde beard.

There would be no money exchanged for his services as Samantha did not want to feel like a prostitute. All sessions would also happen at our three-bedroom home when our children would spend a weekend with their grandparents, which was monthly as both the kids and her parents enjoy the time. It has been a tradition since our first round with Steven that after he arrives we all have a nice drink and lightly chat to start the evening before I pour another drink, and always a half-full glass of bourbon and take my place on the sidelines.

As I stated earlier this lifestyle has been going on for almost a year now and not one time during their foreplay have those two kissed. But, watching how her body arches and quivers from his hands and mouth is very sexy to watch and in all honesty it is nice to just dive in when I’m ready and not having to do any foreplay. I mean, I do enjoy it very much but it is nice just guiding my hard cock into her well used pussy and/or ass. And to add this final note of how she feels when he creampies her…there is no words for such an amazing feeling!

[lyranova]

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Hello! Congratulations and may I ask for prompt 3 from touch me like you do with Fuegoleon and wife s/o?

Hiya anon! Of course, and I apologize that I mention Fue as a "boyfriend" in this fic, I couldn't remember if you requested him be a husband or not 😅 but I still hope you enjoy, The explicit version is HERE (MINORS DNI)!

Taglist: @thoughtfullyrainynightmare

Word Count: 1,241 (Original Version: 2,176)

Warnings: Suggestive themes, Mentions of wanting to be "inside" 👀, mostly SFW

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Fuegoleon quickly rushed you and himself towards the Crimson Lion's base and up to your shared living quarters, the two of you had been out on a date together when it suddenly began to rain heavily. Fuegoleon had quickly thrown his robe over your head and rushed the two of you back.

You both giggled and laughed liked children as you ran inside the building, up the stairs, and towards your living quarters. You both walked into the room and shut the door softly behind you as Fuegoleon walked towards the fire place and used his flame magic to light it.

“ Here, come by the fire and get warm,” He urged softly as he held a hand out towards you, you smiled softly before taking his hand and walking over to him.

You sat down in the warm plush chair that was seated beside it. And he rubbed your shoulders a bit before taking his soaking wet robe from you and throwing it over a small wooden rack in the corner of the room before he walked back over to where you were sitting.

“ Join me?” You asked softly, standing up and holding your hand out towards him, he blinked a bit before another soft smile appeared on his face and he nodded.

He took your hand, sat down in the chair, and pulled you into his lap where he held you close and kissed the top of your head. You two sat together quietly, watching as the flames in the fireplace danced and flickered around.

You could sense something was wrong with him, during the date everything had been fine and normal, but when it began to rain he grew quiet and his face unemotive, which was a dead giveaway that his mind was elsewhere.

“ Penny for your thoughts, dear?” You asked as you rested your head on his shoulder, he blinked a bit as he was pulled out of his thoughts.

“ Hm, oh, it’s nothing, don’t worry, dear” He told you with a small shake of his head, but you turned to look at him with a raised brow and a skeptical look in your eye, making him sigh.

There really was no fooling you.

“ It’s just…it’s been a while since we’ve been able to go out and have time to ourselves, and it got ruined because of the rain,” He sighed in disappointment as he looked out the window. He had so much planned for the two of you. He wanted to take you out for a stroll by your favorite pond that was hidden away just outside the Capital. There he had a beautiful picnic planned out underneath your favorite tree, and then to finish the evening he planned on taking you on a small flight around the countryside on Salamander.

But the sudden rainstorm ruined his plans, although he wouldn’t place all the blame on the weather, since he should have had a backup plan just in case.

“ I understand,” You said softly as you rested your chin on his shoulder, but your eyes never leaving his face. “ While I’m not happy that the weather ruined our plans, I think it was a blessing in disguise.” Fuegoleon frowned at you in confusion.

“ A ‘blessing in disguise’? How so?”

“ Well,” You began softly as you turned back to face the fire. “ In a way, I prefer us spending time together like this instead of out on dates…here we can just be us. We don’t have to dress up, or be ‘proper’ like we are out in public, and if things happen to take a turn we don’t have to go rushing home.”

“ ‘If things take a turn’? Are you talking about things like the weather, or are you talking about something more…intimate?” He asked curiously, and you suddenly grinned mischievously before turning to look back at him.

“ Both, although,” You suddenly moved your body, your arms wrapped around his neck as your legs straddled his waist, he blinked up at you in surprise, but his hands instinctively grabbed you hips and held you there. “ I was leaning a little more towards the intimate side.” Uou admitted before you leaned forward and captured his lips in a sweet, yet fiery, kiss.

Fuegoleon suddenly pulled you closer, deepening the kiss, as the two went back and forth as though they were doing some sort of dance. His mind began to get lost in the kiss, when was the last time they had done something like this? Maybe a few weeks ago, or was it closer to a month ago? They had both been so busy lately that he couldn’t remember, but his body certainly remembered, and for that he was very grateful.

Just as the kiss was getting hotter and hotter, you suddenly pulled away and stood up, making your boyfriend frown in confusion once again.

“ Fuegoleon dear, may I ask you for a big favor?” You suddenly asked, your voice dripping in heat and sensuality, making his throat go dry and his clothes to become increasingly uncomfortable. He quickly cleared his throat and nodded.

“ Of course.”

“ Tonight,” You, slowly and sensually, began to take your clothes off one by one as you walked backwards towards the king-sized bed, your eyes not leaving his for a single moment. “ I want you. I want you with me, on me, and in me. Do you think that’s something you can do, Captain Fuegoleon Vermillion?” You asked as you climbed into the bed and slowly moved up towards the pillows, giving him an excellent view of your body from where he was sitting.

He quickly stood up and began to take his own clothes off as he walked towards the bed at a slow pace. You almost wanted to compare him to a lion stalking its prey in the wilderness, which would fitting considering his name and squad.

“ My dear, the love of my life, and the burning flame in my heart,” He began lowly before he climbed onto the bed and crawled slowly towards you. “ I can do that and a lot more if you want.” He assured her as he lowered his body and gave you a lustful, yet very loving, kiss.

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The couple laid side by side, wrapped in each other's arms, just basking in the afterglow. The date hadn’t gone as you both had expected, but despite the rain and your original plans getting ruined, you both had a very good time.

“ We should do this more often,” You teased softly as you placed a small kiss against his chest, he chuckled but nodded in agreement.

“ We should,” Fuegoleon agreed softly as he kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer. “ I know I’ve been very busy lately, and I apologize for that, but hopefully soon things will go back to normal soon.”

“ It’s okay, I’ve been pretty busy myself, so it isn’t just your fault.” You said softly as you looked up at him warmly. “ But things will get better soon, and when they do, I won’t let you leave this room for at least a month.”

“ A month?” He asked as his brows shot up in surprise. “ What if there’s a mission and the kingdom needs me?”

“ Well…that’s the only time I’ll let you go, but the moment you get from a mission or a meeting you have to come back to our room, deal?” Fuegoleon chuckled and shook his head, but nodded.

“ Deal.”

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[isabeauwolf]

What's some classic tropes and date spots that you think Kai would take his lover whenever he has a day off or vacation? Here's what I've been thinking about so far.

Cherry Blossom Viewing/ drinking party with Kai, Pops and The Shie Hassaikai

Beach Trip

Hot Springs

Valentine's, Christmas, & White Day

Sick Day

That's all I got so far... but I think I'm forgetting something XD Some might involve Kai and his lover getting spicy together ;)

[badulsmutsideblog]

Green lingiere

[insanesanitysparks]

Love Comes Tsundere - Chapter 1 The Proposal

Summary: A complicated villain takedown puts Bakugou Katsuki in a cumbersome position with the Hero Safety Commission. To appease the commission, Bakugou reluctantly agrees to enter an arranged marriage with you, the quirkless daughter of a prominent member on the commission. Now you and Katsuki have to figure out how to live and maybe even learn to love someone you don't truly know.

Tags: Minors DNI, Bakugou Katsuki/Female Reader, Bakugou Katsuki, Female Reader, Arranged Marriage, Marriage, Fluff, Steamy Fluff, Spicy Fluff, Friendship, Romance, Gradual Romance, Slow Romance, Eventual Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad At Feelings, Protective Bakugou Katsuki,  Tsundere Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is A Good Significant Other, Slow Burn, Not Beta Read, I Do Not Do Chapter Warnings, So Read At Your Own Risk, Add Tags As I Go

Notes: I update faster on my Ao3 account. I like comments, even if they're just constructive criticism. I'm always looking to improve my writing. I am lonely and desperate for attention :p

Chapter 1 - The Proposal

The warm scent of freshly printed paper and the still silence of an empty office made for a boring wait, especially for a pro hero strongly accustomed to action. The drone of professional gray walls, the chill of metal filing cabinets, and the reeking stench of power from a fancy polished desk told the young hero that person who occupied this office was powerful. Powerful, but most likely impotent, using his wealth to make up for where he fell short. On top of that, the office jackass was making the hero wait damn near forever to talk about damn damage control. Inconsiderate bastard.

Finally, the door opened and the overcompensating ass himself walked in, haughty, like he hadn't just made the hero wait for him. "About damn time!" The young hero growled, his piercing red eyes shooting the older man a death glare. "I've been waiting for a whole fucking hour! You and I both know you've got better shit to do than to clean up my mess, so why the hell did it take you so fucking long?"

"My apologies, young Bakugou," The drawl of the man's false regret sent a cold, irritating shiver down Bakugou's spine. His eye twitched as the man casually moved past him to sit at his desk, "it is quite a mess out there though, the clean up is going to be a pain."

"Tell me something I don't already fucking know!" Bakugou huffed, running a hand through his spikey, blonde locks. "Didn't really have a whole lot of options out there though. If it had been anyone else responding to that situation then it would have been a lot worse! I don't even know why the hell you commission office bastards are getting so worked up over it anyway!"

"Yes, well, us 'office bastards' aren't just looking at lives saved and casualties. There's a lot more that happens in these walls than I think you give us credit for." The man sighed and pulled a folder from the work bag he'd brought with him and laid it on the desk. "Still, it is quite an unfortunate situation. No one is blaming you of course, you were off-duty and you were quite ill-prepared for dealing with the chaos; however, the commission still deems it reasonable to revoke your hero license for the time being. Just while they launch their investigation into the events. Then, provided they don't find anything suspicious, your license will be renewed and you'll be back to doing hero work!"

Bakugou bristled at the man insulting his preparedness. He was always fucking prepared! It wasn't his fault the civilians made the situation worse! He'd done everything he logically could do given the situation! "So you're suspending my license?" The blond hero hissed through gritted teeth. It would be a miracle if he didn't assault this pretentious asshole before he left!

"Well, we don't really have any other options here..." The man hummed and tapped his fingers on the desk, stilling before he spoke again, "Unless...maybe we could help each other?" The satisfaction dripping from the man's tone disgusted Bakugou and the gaze in the man's eyes was that of a predator who knew his prey had nowhere to run. Bakugou's blood ran cold and he just knew that he was going to kill this man! Hell, even the damn nerd's mumbling ass was more tolerable than this bastard!

Bakugou met the man's hungry eyes with a hardened glare of his own before emitting an exasperated sigh and turning his head away from the bastard. "Of course! And I assume there's a catch to this? What the hell do you want me to do? I don't do illegal shit if that's what you're wanting."

"Oh, of course not!" A smug smile plastered the bastard's face making Bakugou's skin crawl. "Now, I've noticed that throughout your entire high school and rookie hero career, you've never attended any events or award ceremonies with a pretty little lady swooning on your shoulder. I always supposed that you could be waiting for the right little lady, though with you I assume it's more likely that you don't consider a little arm candy to be worth the time. Time that could be spent furthering your career. Unless...maybe men run more your type? You always looked good with that Red Riot fellow, wasn't he in your-"

"Is there a point to all this? Or do you just like hearing yourself talk?" Bakugou interrupted when the bastard suggested a sexual relationship with Eijirou. Ever since the first year sports festival, Bakugou had seen the dumbass redhead as a brother. "Let's go charging into battle together!" Eijirou had so boldly exclaimed, refusing to let Bakugou turn him down. Or when the red-haired idiot fearlessly came to rescue him from the League. Charging into battle together... Bakugou couldn't imagine anyone else he'd want to have his back, as an ally and a friend, not a fucking oversexualized, fan-paired fucking couple!

"I'm just curious if you're interested in girls!" The bastard held his hands up in mock surrender, "Or do you simply lack the drive and therefore avoid them?"

Bakugou's blood was already boiling, and his face was undoubtedly red with rage. Now, he was seconds away from going nuclear with his quirk. Lack the drive? Lack the drive! Unlike your impotent ass I don't need a bitch to help me get off! You think just because I'm not running around chasing ass like a horny fucking dog in heat that I'm some sort of impotent freak like you! Cocky, fucking bastard! Implying that I should screw my best friend or chase pussy for arm candy! Little sparks danced across his hands, the threat and promise of violence growing ever closer. "Get. To. The. Fucking. Point." The blond growled. He didn't have time for this bullshit!

"Yes, I suppose I am making this longer than it needs to be." The man nodded as though they were having a normal conversation, not one where he could die or the young hero could lose his license. "I want you to marry my daughter, or more specifically, my friend's daughter. You see, she's quirkless and quite a burden to take care of. So clumsy and needy, helpless really. It's hard for me to get much work done with her around. My colleagues and I aren't thrilled about having to clean up your mess, but if you would be kind enough to take her off my hands for me then my team and I will make sure that everything is resolved before the sun sets this evening. What do you say?"

"The hell?" Bakugou blinked back his surprise. He wanted him to what? "You want me to marry...wait, if she's your friend's daughter why the hell do you want me to marry her?"

"Her father passed away, left her in my care. She doesn't know, of course, he died when she was young and I've looked after her ever since. But she's a growing woman, a lot harder to take care of than a child. Marrying her off to a powerful, young hero like you seems like the ideal scenario. You'll be strong enough to protect her without struggling like me." The bastard opened the file in front of him and slid a photo across his desk to the blond. A picture of the girl in question.

Bakugou stared at the young woman in the photo. She wasn't terrible looking...plain skin, simple hair framing a shy face based on the way she cast her eyes downward... She didn't look like a bitch, anyone who would intentionally cause a lot of trouble. If anything, she kind of looked like a ditsy nerd, like damn Deku! He glanced back at her guardian, the bastard pretending to be her father. If he'd raised her for as long as she could remember, would she be like him? Even if she didn't look like him? He considered his options, not thrilled at the idea of marrying a complete stranger. But did he have any other option? If he lost his license, even for a little bit, it would put him behind... It would definitely put a dent in his popularity, a dent he couldn't afford with Shoto and Deku competing with him for the number one spot. They almost always matched in arrests, popularity, and minimized damage. They'd been rotating the number one spot between the three of them since they graduated from Yuuei! Something that would change if Bakugou lost his license. They'd push him down to the third spot and he'd be forever stuck there with the damn half-n-half bastard and the shitty nerd taking the top two spots! "I lose my hero license if I don't marry her, correct?"

"Well, not to sound like I'm blackmailing you or anything of that nature, but yes. If you refuse to marry her, my team won't be so cooperative and you're license will be revoked while we investigate. Add to that the dip your popularity will take and your hero career will fall to the dust."

Bakugou protested, voice straining in his failing efforts not to continue yelling as he fought against his apparent fate. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

"True, but the public won't see it that way and the investigation, well, we all know that the investigations aren't usually favorable toward the heroes..." The man pointed out smugly, clearly not intimidated by the blond's explosive personality. " If it helps, think of it this way-you don't necessarily have to love her, just marry her for the image. Pro-hero Dynamight marries a poor, defenseless quirkless woman! What an amazing hero he is!"

"It's Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight!" Bakugou huffed, though with less gusto than before.

"Right, apologies. Anyway, if she doesn't interest you, you don't have to fall in love with her or fuck her...just make her an overpaid maid with benefits and get yourself a little honey to keep on the side. Ignore her for all I care! Just get the damn bitch off my hands."

A long moment of silence passed before Bakugou spoke again, his head spinning. He hated how nonchalant the bastard was about implying infidelity, about marrying a girl just to gain popularity. It certainly didn't feel right, but if he wanted to hold onto the number one hero spot for more than one year, he couldn't afford to lose his hero license. Even if only for a short while! The blond lowered his head in defeat, hands folded in front of him to keep himself from just exploding the bastard and temporarily solving the problem, "When do we get married?"

[ladyramora]

In the shadow of your heart, part 2

[First part]

Written for @/natus_Vincer

Natus belongs to @natus-vincer

↓↓↓ Spoilers for Shadowbringers under the cut↓↓↓

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Characters: Natus Vincer/Elidibus

Additional tags & NSFW Warnings:

Named Warrior of Light, Angst and Feels, Enemies and Lovers, Established Relationship, Explicit Sex, Blood and Violence, Hand Jobs, Scratching, Spit As Lube, Actual Lube, Sounding, Aether, Aetherical Sounding, Anal Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Light Aether Corruption, One Brings Darkness One Brings Light, Sexual Healing, Urethral Play, Wet & Messy, Wet Wet Wet!, Sex While Sick, Size Difference, Come Eating, Snark, Did I Mention Angst?

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Elidibus did not come even as that next windsday rolled around. He did not come the windsday after that, or the next.

Natus felt a fool, waiting around for someone who was sure not to come.

During the day, he kept busy. Sometimes even into the night. There was plenty to do on the First, plenty of people who needed his help. But when he returned to the Crystarium, his room in the Pendants felt emptier.

The person he was waiting for would never be one to knock on his door.

Of course, occasionally Ardbert was there. Or some of his companions visited. It… It simply was not the same.

Natus is away from the Crystarium for some time. Even when he must return to see the Exarch in the Ocular, he uses the aetheryte to teleport to other places where he found safety and comfort, places where he may rest.

Until today, that is.

Natus knew he was in a bad way if Y’shtola, of all people, suggested he take a rest.

Though even he had to admit he was feeling more than a little under the weather. The last lightwarden had done a number on him by tipping him over some sort of acceptable amount for his body at one time and suffusing him with enough light that the hero felt out of balance.

Through sheer stubbornness he had been able to shrug off his steadily worsening condition, working tirelessly as always, defeating countless sin eaters. Continuing on as a hero should was not always the easiest of tasks.

It was especially hard with how lethargic he was feeling, every step more leaden than the last. His wounds took longer to heal even with the benefits of healing magic.

Natus was bone tired, still suffering bruises all over, and on top of it all he was wracked with a fever.

When Y’shtola suggests he rest, instead of his usual bravado and heroic stubbornness, Natus gladly goes to lay down.

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The room was dark and cool, what would normally be a balm to his tired eyes and overexerted body.

It was no comfort to Natus, who tossed and turned, burning with fever and suffering bone deep body aches that had him curling in on himself with pain.

Eventually he succumbs to exhaustion, sinking into the blessed, welcoming dark of oblivion.

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In the darkness of Natus' room, hours pass by, and moonlight soon slips in through the cracks of his window.

A familiar figure stands in shadow, still and quiet as the very darkness he used as a shroud.

Yet in his white robe and red mask, he shines brightest under the pale gleam of the silvery moon than aught else in the shadows of the hero's room within the pendants.

He makes not a sound, not even the click of his boots over the tile, as he moves further into the room. He casts no shadow as he crosses through the beam of moonlight that spills over Natus' bed.

His attention had been caught by a change in the furnishings. The large table he had sat upon last time had been removed from the room, in its usual spot a smaller, square one. The decorative purple and gold carpet had been replaced with something less ornate, simple. More befitting the hero who was not one for lavish displays.

His lip tugs ever so slightly upward.

The stools, too, had been replaced by chairs with backs.

Yet it is not any of the swapped out furniture that held his attention.

It is the large, gleaming instrument in the corner. It evokes a feeling of murky familiarity, a foggy sense of nostalgia for memories he had long since forgotten.

He only knows that it is something connected to the past, something connected to the person he once was.

This was no doubt the doing of Emet Selch’s influence upon this star, who had a long-standing habit of amusing himself by indulging in his own sentiment.

The mere sight of the instrument should not stir him so, not give rise to feelings that have no meaning without the memories attached to them.

Why did this instrument feel so different from all the rest?

The piano he had altered on a whim in that inn room back in Ishgard felt far away now. That moment of passion between enemies. It was but a blink to a being such as he who could live for an age; who had lived for a very long time by mortal standards, but time spent in the company of the man sleeping on the bed but a few fulms away had always felt different, from the very first time they had met.

Elidibus reaches out a hand to touch the grand piano, tracing the delicate patterns carved into the wood. He lifts the fallboard, unable to deny his impulse to test the keys.

He is careful, using the backs of his claws to press down on the ivory key so as not to scratch them.

A high note breaks the stillness of the air, then another, then a layering of sound. Several notes follow behind it, and Elidibus stares down at his hands as if they are not his as he finds the keys as if by heart. What was this music? How did he know it? Why did it tug and twist at his heart so?

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Natus stirs from his sleep, bleary and feverish, as the first notes of music vibrate through his horns.

“Emet Selch?” He rasps out, his eyelids too heavy to open his eyes.

The music comes to a stop, an abrupt halt of inelegant sound.

Natus winces, his head pounding.

“Sounded nice til that last bit,” he croaks out, wishing he had thought to pour himself some water before laying down. He felt like he could drink a whole barrel of water, he was so damned parched right now.

His visitor is strangely silent, lacking the usual bite of Emet Selch's snark. It was unusual. The man always had something to say, no matter if his opinion was wanted or not.

“Could you at least pour me some water from the pitcher on the table before you go?” He asks, ninety percent expecting to be mocked by his ascian companion.

He is met with more quiet, and suspects his nighttime visitor had left without a word, but after a few moments he does hear the sound of water being poured.

“Thanks,” he coughs, hardly able to get the word out.

The air shifts as he feels a presence come to hover over his bed.

With some effort, he peels his eyes open. Shocked at who he finds standing over him.

“I must be dreaming,” he mutters, the hazy image of his enemy and lover seems like what must surely be a fever dream. “Must've been thinking of you before I passed out.”

Yes, that must surely be it.

This was quite the vivid dream, if that were the case. The ticklish sensation of that long, pale hair on his bare, sweaty skin as Elidibus leans over him feels far too real. Like cool silk on his feverish skin. It makes Natus shiver.

“Maybe you're here to kill me,” he chokes around the lump in his throat, his mouth impossibly dry. Though it hurts to do so with his throat feeling like he'd gargled glass, he chuckles with dark humor. “With how I'm feeling right now, it'd be a mercy.”

It was a struggle to keep his eyes open with eyelids so heavy, but he worried that the vision of Elidibus will disappear, just like the real one did.

He had no such delusions that this version of Elidibus he had dreamed up would be kinder to him. That would be out of character.

Of course Natus had his fair share of outrageous, fantastical dreams. Consider the life he lived, the things he had been through were—as an old friend might say—the stuff of ballads.

Any dream with Elidibus in it always seemed to be wholly authentic, at least for the most part. Natus had ingrained the man so deeply in his own psyche that any such abnormalities in his dreams were enough to put the hero off, and often pull him right out of the realm of sleep.

He is not expecting Elidibus to press close with the water in hand, lifting his heavy head as he rests the glass against his lips.

Natus opens his mouth, swallowing the water as it trickles slowly over his tongue. He wants nothing more than to guzzle it down in greedy gulps, but barely raises his arm to take the glass when Elidibus swats his hand back down to the bed.

Mulish, he sucks harder at the rim of the glass. Wanting more.

Natus chokes as the water goes down the wrong way, turning his head to hack into his own shoulder and clear his lungs. His eyes water, tears dripping from the corner of his eyes.

“You never can pace yourself,” Elidibus remarks, speaking for the first time as he wipes at the corner of Natus' mouth with his clawed thumb.

“Where's the fun in that?” Natus asks, coughing a few more times.

Elidibus shakes his head and waits for him to calm down before offering the glass again, forcing the hero to pace himself by squeezing the back of his neck. Pulling his focus on the prick of those claws over the dark pattern of scales that trail down from his hairline. It sends a shiver down his spine like an electric spark of levin. His tail wriggles under the sheets, restless with the energizing effect of his lover's presence.

Natus doesn't choke again. He doesn't breathe. He is too aware of Elidibus' presence. The occasional prick of his claws on his sensitive skin had him holding his breath without being aware of it.

Air doesn't fill his burning lungs again until Elidibus pulls back to set the glass aside.

“Thanks,” Natus says, sucking in a breath.

It whooshes right out of him again as Elidibus rests his knee on the mattress and swings his leg up, straddling his hips and sending Natus flopping back into the mattress.

He feels suddenly heavy, weighed down. The brush of heavy aether over his own, scrutinizing the state he was in.

Natus bares his teeth in a grin, suddenly quite aware of how vulnerable he was in this moment. “Didn’t think this would turn out to be a sex dream,” he says, putting forth confidence and a fair bit of flirtation to cover up his now racing heart and the sudden cold sweat that washes over him. “Not that I'm complaining.”

He feels nervous at the cold smile that curls Elidibus’ lips, that red mask leering down at him seems all the more dangerous cast in ghoulish shadows by the light of the moon.

“Perhaps I mean to distract you,” Elidibus says softly, conversationally. Wiggling the soft, supple curve of his backside over Natus' lap. His robe bunches at his hips, riding up over his thighs. Flashing pale, smooth skin.

Natus’ belly does a flip, his hands grasping the sheets in a flood of heat as he realizes that Elidibus was not wearing trousers under the fall of his pristine white robe.

That sweet little bottom of his was completely bare, rubbing against Natus through the thin barrier of his sheet and the only thing that Natus was wearing underneath: a tiny scrap of cloth that could barely be classified as small clothes.

The rest of his adventuring attire had been strewn haphazardly across the floor, just moments before Natus had flopped face first into bed, exhausted.

His hypothesis about the ascian using magic to get dressed had already been proven. He had not thought it was just as seamless when disrobing. How out of it was he? Natus hadn't even felt the flare of his aether.

“Color me distracted,” Natus chokes out, squirming beneath his small lover as his cock fills with blood so swiftly that it makes him dizzy. Or dizzier, rather, because the room had been spinning since Elidibus pushed him down.

It was a strange cocktail of feelings to be at the same time nauseated by vertigo and so incredibly hard that he could feel the pulse of his heart in his cock. He was twitching like crazy under the weight of the ascian in his lap, already dampening the fabric of his smalls with pre cum.

Gods, he was so easy.

“You are too easy,” Elidibus remarks, an exact echo of his own thoughts.

His clawed gloves skim upwards from Natus' hips to the slenderer curve of his waist, squeezing firm as he ground himself down into the large, prominent bulge of Natus' cock.

Natus shivers at the razor edge of those claws, still on edge even as his hormones shifted into overdrive. His reasoning skills were not yet dampened.

His stomach twists up in knots with fearful anxiety even as his cock happily throbbed with lust and his balls grew heavy in agreement.

This was hot as the seven hells, no doubt about that, but it was also equally terrifying. There was no telling what Elidibus would do. When last they had parted, the Emissary had drawn a line by declaring them enemies. Had he changed his mind or was he just toying with Natus? Waiting until his guard was down to gut him, or strangle him, or…!

Natus lets out a strangled moan as Elidibus digs his claws into his side, the tingle of his aether brushing over him followed by a rush of a cold breeze. When he looks down, his cock is bobbing in the open air, the sheet that had been covering him and his small clothes just… gone. Vanished.

Did he not have a tell when using his powers? Natus knew Emet Selch had a flair for the dramatic, but was the snapping really that unnecessary. It seemed like Elidibus simply willed things to happen without needing to snap his fingers or make any other gestures to do so.

Natus’ hips jolt, a gasp tearing from his throat as Elidibus wraps his gloved hand around him.

The feverish hero grips the bedding beneath him, too tired and weak to do aught but squirm beneath his enemy as Elidibus drags his glove over him. From just under the tip down, down, down to the base.

He could feel the textured stitching of the glove where it stretched across his palm, yet the well worn leather was buttery and smooth as it slid over him.

Natus openly moans, his head tilting back with pleasure, but unable to tear his eyes away from that face, that red red mask, and the piercing aquamarine eyes that glowed behind it in the gloom of the darkness off his room.

And of course, that wicked clawed hand that moved over him.

That glove felt so good, so cool on the heat of his feverish skin—but he was so sensitive right now that the texture of the stitching would quickly chafe him without some sort of lubricant to slick the way.

The slightest graze of those golden claws felt ticklish, undeniably stimulating, but made Natus incredibly nervous for the damage that could potentially be done to his most sensitive parts with ease.

Natus exerts a good deal of his limited energy just doing his best to hold still, his whole body straining with the effort, sweat beading on his brow. Even the slightest twitch could spell misfortune for him.

Aught that seemed to amuse his lover, judging by the ghost of a smile that curves the corner of his mouth.

Natus swallows, knowing that smile never meant anything good for him.

As expected, Elidibus tortures him more with wicked relish. His hand moves faster, working him over without mercy.

Natus whimpers, fearing he may tear his bedding with how hard he was gripping the fitted sheet. It was shocking that he had yet to pull it off the bed entirely. That must be some high quality elastic to hold up against his heroic strength.

Had the Exarch truly thought of everything? Natus shook that thought right out of his head as soon as he thought it. No, he hoped the Exarch wasn't thinking such things. Or that he wasn't watching him through the Ocular, right this very moment. That had been particularly disconcerting to learn. That the Exarch could watch him from the privacy of the Ocular, wherever Natus was on the first.

There was Ardbert, too.

Natus could only be glad that his friendly spectre hadn't decided to pop in while Natus was sleeping. And hope that the ghostly hero wouldn't show up while Natus was in the midst of sleeping with the enemy.

Oh, gods, what about Emet Selch?

Natus squeezes his eyes shut, head shaking. Inwardly pleading with whatever gods that may be watching to not allow any such spying or peeping from any of the men he had become acquainted with on the First.

He could spare no more thoughts for the mysterious leader of the Crystarium, his ghostly roommate, or the ascian who claimed to be cooperating with himself and the Scions; because Elidibus gives him a too-firm squeeze, pulling his focus back into the moment by the Emissary's hold on his cock.

“Ah! Please,” Natus groans and begs.

His enemy strokes only him harder, obviously discontent that the xaela had allowed his thoughts to drift from their activities for even a moment.

“Pay attention,” Elidibus says softly, commanding with his voice alone. “Lest you desire I leave you here in this pitiful state.”

Natus lets out an undignified, fearful sound as the ascian cups his balls in his palm, ticking the delicate skin there with the razor pinprick of his claws as he rolls them in his fingers.

“Ok, ok,” Natus nods. What else could he do? Elidibus quite literally had him by the balls. “Whatever you say!”

Elidibus fondles him there a moment longer, perhaps in warning, before once again gripping the hero's cock in his gloved hand and returning to the task of torturing him by a slow, dry tugging.

“Nng,” Natus grinds his teeth. “Too dry.”

Elidibus gives a low scoff. “Is that so? It seems to me that you leaked a good bit just now,” he swipes his fingers over the crown of the xaela's cock where a thick line of precum had drooled from the tip.

“Is the threat of danger something that you find arousing?”

Natus has nothing to say for himself there, so he just gives a noncommittal grunt in his throat. Elidibus surely knew the answer to that by now, anyway.

Elidibus’ lip curves at the corner, a soft exhale through his nose. Natus could pretend for a moment that it was fond exasperation.

“Open your mouth,” Elidibus tells him, cupping his palm over the tip of Natus' cock and smearing wetness across the leather of his glove with flicks of his wrist.

Natus is a bit slow to react. Sparks shooting up his spine with pleasure would do that, as every flick of Elidibus’ wrist makes him feel like he would melt, or explode with pleasure.

It was strange. He had felt almost… numb to sensation before he had fallen asleep, but Elidibus' every touch made him feel incredibly alive.

Natus lets his jaw relax, parting his lips.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Natus stretches his tongue out, letting it rest there over his bottom lip. He opens his mouth wide as he breathes in and out, panting like a wild animal.

Normally, he might have teased Elidibus about wanting to see his tongue. About how much use he got out of it. About how it was surely one of his favorite appendages belonging to the xaela, but Natus barely had the energy to spare to think, let alone speak.

Though Elidibus' every touch made him tremble, made him react like a pleasurable spark of levin, Natus was too tired and out of his mind with fever to do much of anything but lay here and feel. To let Elidibus do whatever he wanted.

He was only fortunate that Elidibus wasn't feeling particularly murderous today, he supposed. That his enemy turned lover turned enemy—turned lover again?—was feeling generous, or perhaps some form of pity for the pathetic state that Natus was currently in.

“You always liked my tongue,” is all he can manage as far as cheeky flirtation, barely decipherable with his tongue hanging out. “Give us a kiss.”

Wow, inspired. Elidibus would surely swoon at his wit.

For his part, Elidibus does not swoon or come close enough to suck his tongue that was so willingly offered.

Instead the Emissary squeezes his cock head, scraping his sensitive flesh with his claws. Pleasure and pain melding together.

Natus gives a very manly squeak, taking it for the warning that it is and says no more on that train of thought.

Elidibus makes a quiet sound at that, but Natus chalks it up to feverish delusion, because when had been the last time he had heard Elidibus laugh? It had been a long time, not since the early days of their relationship. Before the end of Lahabrea.

“You wag it often enough,” Elidibus says, obviously speaking of his tongue as the ascian leans forward, his hand lifting from Natus' cock. “How am I expected to take it… except as an offering?”

Natus shivers as Elidibus rubs his fingertips over the softness of his tongue. Making him taste the heady salt of his own flavor as Elidibus slips the fingers that had just been curled around his cock into his mouth.

“Use your tongue,” Elidibus says in that calm, velvety voice of his. Pressing down with his fingers. “You enjoy this, do you not?”

Natus moans around the fingers in his mouth, his tongue squirming under the weight of them. His top teeth press uncomfortably into the connecting metal that curves over the tops of Elidibus’ glove, very aware of the cold metal of those claws that extended past his tongue into his throat.

Natus hadn't thought that one glass of water would be enough to wet his whistle, but he certainly had enough in him to drool all over the man's fingers. Apparently even a glass of water, if it were hand fed by Elidibus, was superior.

Natus breaths in quick little breaths through his open mouth, trying not to gag as Elidibus pushes his fingers deeper into his mouth. It was less about his pride as a well experienced man, and more about not slicing his throat open on those wicked sharp claws.

The hero extends his tongue out as far as it could go, lapping at the salty mess coating the palm of Elidibus’ glove.

“So obedient,” Elidibus murmurs.

Natus would bite him if he wasn't afraid that might result in getting his throat shredded.

“That is enough,” Elidibus declares. “Let go, unless you want to taste your own blood next.”

Nope. Natus did not care for the taste of his own blood, thank you very much.

Elidibus extracts his fingers, the brown leather of his glove well wet from the efforts of Natus' eager, drooling tongue.

Natus sighs with pleasure as that hand curls around his cock. The coat of his own saliva slick enough to grant him a few slippery, toe curling pumps of the ascian's fist.

Natus' back bows, a curse wrung from his lips. He feels on the edge already. A few tugs and one good squeeze away from spilling his load all over his enemy’s merciless claws.

“So soon?” Elidibus asks, squeezing him hard on the upstroke and curling his clawed fingers just under the tip.

He was making a mess of Elidibus' glove this time around. Leaking over his fingers, sticky droplets dripping from the tips of his claws.

“Your stamina is severely lacking,” the Emissary remarks with obvious disdain. The red of his mask was twisted up in contempt, matching well to the situation. “We are far from through.”

Natus gasps, his chin pressed to his chest as he peers down his body.

Elidibus had his cock in a stranglehold with one hand, and with the other he trailed his claws over his glans. Waiting until Natus was watching with undivided attention before swirling the claw of his forefinger around the mushroom head, narrowing in on the tiny slit that was still oozing precum like it was its one and only job.

“Ah, what—” Natus starts to say, before his words become lost in a strangled cry to the delicious agony of something slips inside of him, right at the tip of his cock.

His claw? No, it was Elidibus’ aether given shape.

Natus jerks, gasping and whimpering into the open air as it sinks into him slowly. It was straight like an arrow, cylindrical. Filling up all the empty space until he felt like it could go no further.

Yet he could still feel the creeping darkness of Elidibus’s aether as it spread through him like a dark fog, a black ink in crystal clear water.

It was heavy, consuming.

Was this how Elidibus would kill him? It was certainly fitting for an enemy turned lover turned enemy. Natus could hardly think, hardly breathe. All he could do was feel, writhe on the bed, helpless and at his lover's mercy.

Natus knew he should probably feel afraid, but the spread of the darkness felt refreshingly cool. It felt like the glass of water that Elidibus had held to his lips, soothing his aching throat.

As his enemy's aether poured into him, his body reacted as if he had taken a fast acting painkiller potion. But no potion had ever alleviated his ills quite so quick. It was better than drugs, better than the succor of healing magic. It seeped into his muscles, to his bones, to the very core of him.

It soothed the ache, cooling the overbearing heat of his fever.

“What… did you…?” Natus was nowhere near one hundred percent—it was extremely unlikely that he could simply hop from the bed or turn the tables on Elidibus, who still had the clear advantage on him—but he felt more like a person and less like a sickly pile of bruised flesh and aching bones.

“Consider this… mere curiosity,” is the vague answer Elidibus gives him.

Fair enough. Natus was well used to being subjected to Elidibus’ whims. They would not be here now, entangled so, if it were not for the Emissary approaching him on a whim; in want to satisfy his own curiosity.

Natus squirms as Elidibus plays with the shaped aether stopping up his cock, twisting it round and round inside of him like a toy to fidget with.

The xaela cries out as it is abruptly yanked from him, the intensity of the sensation forcing a small orgasm out of him. He leaks everywhere—dribbling over himself, over Elidibus’ hands that still played with him mercilessly, and staining the sheets beneath him as his whole body shook with the strain of holding himself taught.

Elidibus strokes him through it, his hand sloppy wet as it slides up and down his length, strands of sticky cum clinging to his claws as he teases torturously at the sensitive underside of his mushroom head.

Natus sobs with pleasure, strung out and overwhelmed. His skin felt so sensitive, as if it were freshly healed after a sunburn. Was this a side effect of the fever, or of Elidibus using his aether on him? Was it both?

Was it agony or bliss that his beloved nemesis was not allowing him mercy, not allowing him to relax or go soft. That dispassionate face matching him in silence behind that red red mask, as if he did not care that he was pushing Natus to the brink of madness.

“Is this much not enough?” Elidibus murmurs, lifting one sticky hand to dig his thumb into a blackish-purple bruise on Natus' hip.

The hero twitches with the sudden pain.

Elidibus cocks his head, humming.

“You can take more, yet.”

More what? Natus parts his lips to ask, but chokes on his own tongue as Elidibus’ aether surges into him once again, from the very same point of penetration. His poor, abused cock.

It felt like a beaded instrument this time around, popping into him one bead at a time. The first notch was long and oblong, the second was round, the third a teardrop shape.

Pop, pop, pop.

One after another do they sink in through the slit at the tip of his cock.

Another teardrop. A short, fat kernel that made Natus whine in his throat.

Then, quickly, five round beads in a row.

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop!

Natus’ whole body jerked, a helpless cry tearing from his throat as he came hard from the unexpected onslaught.

There it was, Natus heard it again. A soft, barely audible laugh. He could not mistake it this time, so in tune was he to Elidibus' every word, every breath. The subtle sound vibrated through his horns.

It was all the warning he got.

Two more fat teardrops came after, and then two more round beads followed behind without pause.

Elidibus forces them in, all at once.

Natus' balls drew up to his body, his cock throbbing in the Emissary's grip. He felt like he would explode, yet nothing substantial came out. Only a few droplets that seeped from his tip, forced out through the built up pressure.

Gods, it was too much.

It was not enough.

Natus’ mouth hung open mindlessly, drool trickling out of the corner of his mouth as his eyes rolled back in overstimulation.

His cock pulsed, abused and flushed purple with desperate need.

“Please,” Natus whimpers, knowing that all he could do now was beg and hope his enemy felt a shred of pity for the pathetic state he was in.

“Cease your mewling. We have only just begun,” Elidibus says, shoving his ring and pinky fingers into Natus' mouth. The only part of his glove that didn't have a claw extending from the back of his hand over his fingertips.

“Now bite down, carefully,” He instructs him.

Natus bites down carefully on the brown leather of the Emissary's glove, tugging it off with his teeth.

Elidibus’ hand slips free from the glove, pale and delicate. Natus had been surprised their very first time to discover how small the white robed ascian was

compared to him underneath all his ascian finer, but the xaela was bigger than most people just on account of being Au Ra.

Natus stares as Elidibus lifts his bare hand up, a small orb of darkness forming in the air above his palm like a will-o'-the-wisp. With a small flicker of darkness, something drops from the wisp to land in the Emissary's waiting hand.

A bottle?

The cork pops free from the bottle, and Natus feels some annoyance as he realizes just what it was in watching Elidibus pour it into his cupped hand.

Lube.

He had him drooling on his fingers for a little bit of spit, when the whole time he could have waved his hand in the air and conjured some lube from the void or wherever it came from? This son of a…!

Natus hisses out in surprise at how cold it feels as that lube drizzles down on him, the bottle tipped to the side and glugging in the air as he is thoroughly coated in the stuff. Oddly enough, the bottle did not seem to empty even though it was so small.

Natus focus shifts as Elidibus rests his still gloved hand on his sternum, his long pale hair slipping forward over his shoulder to tickle at the hero's skin as he reaches behind him with his small, pale hand.

Natus about swallows his tongue, watching with eyes wide open as Elidibus slips those lube slick fingers inside of himself, preparing for what comes next.

Natus lifts his heavy hand, the backs of his knuckles barely brushing Elidibus' hair.

He wants to bury his fingers in it. To drag Elidibus down to kiss him. Roll him under him and do it all for him, like he usually did. He could hold Elidibus' hands in his and kiss his face until the Emissary turned his cheek. He could strip Elidibus down and lick him all over, suck him just how he liked. Fuck him just how he liked. Hold him in his arms however long he could until Elidibus left him again. Because Elidibus always left.

Elidibus moves before Natus can muster up an onze of strength to do any of that.

The Emissary sits up, straddling the hero's lap.

It happens so fast, Natus has no time to brace himself. Within one breath and the next, Elidibus has hold of him, spreading himself open with one hand while the other pressed Natus against him.

It takes some work for him to sink in, Elidibus holding his cock firm and wiggling down onto him. Bearing down to take the girthy behemoth between Natus' thighs. The xaela claimed to be average in that department, but to a smaller man of Elidibus’ size, it was no gridanian picnic.

They both moan as Elidibus sinks down on him, though Natus is far louder, almost drowning out his lover's quiet sound of pleasure.

Ahh, he felt amazing. So good, so hot. Squeezing him just right. Natus felt like he might melt from it. Or entirely burst.

Gods, Natus had missed this.

Missed him.

The hero’s hands clutch at his lover's white robe, wrinkling the immaculate fabric in his tightly clenched fists. He did not want to let go. He wanted to keep him here, to drown in his attention. No matter if that attention were good or bad, Natus would take it. He would bear it all so long as he could stay in Elidibus’ company.

Natus moans like he's in agony as Elidibus rests his hands on his chest and starts to move his hips.

Elidibus rides him slowly at first, torturously. The pulse of his aether swirls inside of Natus, spreading out from his core.

How strange he feels as the aether moves through him, thick and heady like black treacle, yet cool like refreshing water as it washes away the heavy feeling that was weighing down his insides.

From his groin, to his stomach, then his chest.

Natus wonders if it had the power to cleanse the heavy, bittersweet feeling that weighed on his heart.

He feels it in his throat, his head, tastes it on his tongue.

Did aether have a taste to those who were not voidsent or sineater? To Natus, it was distinctively strong and slightly bitter in taste. There was a slight sweetness, but it was more floral, herbaceous; earthy. With just a hint of mint.

It was like kissing Elidibus, tasting his mouth. Breathing him in and holding him in his lungs.

Natus tugs at Elidibus’ robe. Gathering it in his hands and doing his best to lift it. In his weakness, all the ornaments decorating it felt far heavier than usual.

“Want to see you. Take it off.”

Elidibus ignores his request, so Natus flips the front of the white fabric up over the Emissary's hips. Revealing more of his milky skin to Natus' hungry gaze.

The sight of that pretty prick, flushed so pink and leaking with arousal was enough to cheer Natus' heart.

Elidibus could act unaffected all he liked, but his cute little prick was always honest about his pleasure.

“Want to put my mouth on you,” Natus murmurs, watching Elidibus with desire on his face. “Suck you just how you like it. Don't care if you fuck my face, suffocate me with your cock. I can still feel you in my throat from last time.”

Elidibus’ pace falters for a moment, the pink blush to his skin taking on a deeper hue.

Natus smiles lazily. Still somewhat shaky as he lifts a hand towards his face and licks his palm. His effort is worth it as Elidibus' tilts his head back in a hiss when Natus wraps his hand around his pretty pink prick and jerks him off.

Elidibus pace increases, rocking back on Natus' cock and up into the hero's fist. The aether stopping up Natus' cock grows thicker inside of him, making the xaela whimper with the will it takes to keep on his task. Retaliation, for certain, but Natus was tired of laying back and doing nothing.

Natus matches the pace he had set, though increasing his speed was sure to drain his energy faster.

“Just like that,” he says, breathing hard as his pleasure builds up again to unbearable levels, and fast.

Elidibus gives a growling moan, like he was angry that Natus dared to make him feel good even after he had drawn a line between them.

Well, who's fault is that? Elidibus was the one who came back and climbed into his bed, straddled the hero's lap for another ride.

Natus was rather innocent, for once. He hadn't instigated it, or deliberately seduced Elidibus.

Natus hisses as Elidibus scratches a path from his pecs down to his abdomen. His bare hand with his blunt, well manicured nails didn't hurt anywhere near the damage dealt by the clawed glove he still wore on his other hand.

Natus was most definitely sporting three long scratches from those claws, and undoubtedly bleeding.

Natus grips Elidibus’ hip hard enough that he hopes it bruises, something for his ascian lover to remember him by as he resumes jerking him off so furiously that his wrist began to ache.

Something cold drizzles over his fast moving hand, and Natus glances up to see the return of the lube bottle. This time just floating in the air via wisp of darkness. Ascian magic sure was convenient.

He gives a grin, thankful for the added lubricant to ease the path of his hand. The air fills with the lewd sound of his hand on Elidibus' cock, the bed creaking beneath them as the Emissary rides him into the mattress.

Natus squeezes him tighter as his pleasure builds much to fast, his peak coming again.

“Wanna cum,” Natus whines a bit petulantly. “My cock hurts. My balls, too.”

“Mm… Move your hips more, and perhaps I will consider it,” Elidibus replies, his breathing labored. His voice trembling in that telltale way that spoke of his impending orgasm.

Natus groans. “Who climbed into who's sick bed?” He says so just to be a shite, but puts his back into rolling his hips more.

Gods, he didn't have much more left. His exhaustion was coming up on him fast.

“How's… this?” Natus asks, twisting his slick hand around Elidibus’ pretty pink prick, snapping his hips up along with his words.

Elidibus gasps, his clawed hand digging into the hand that Natus had on his waist. His back bows backwards as he rocks jerkily between Natus' hand on his cock and the throbbing girth of him inside of him.

“Yes…!” Elidibus moans breathlessly, and Natus is treated to the delight of the ascian cumming so hard that it stripes over his hand, his chest—and with some coaxing of Natus' still moving hand—over the xaela's grinning face.

Natus has no time to gloat or savor his victory, because no sooner did Elidibus find his peak did the aether plugging up his throbbing cock pull free.

All of those sensually shaped beads, yanked out of him all at once.

Needless to say, Natus cums his brains out.

He writhes on the bed, holding onto Elidibus for something to brace himself against as he cums, and cums, and cums.

He lets out so much built up spend that it fills his lover up and spills out of him, leaking down Natus' balls and over his thighs, staining the bedding beneath them.

Natus takes his chance, yanking the Emissary close with his remaining strength and kissing him.

Elidibus goes rigid in his arms, but his lips were so soft, so receptive to Natus' kiss. They parted so easily for his tongue as Natus kisses him desperately. Hungrily. His fingers twining in that long, pale hair and his hand cupping his lover's jaw. He was warm, still flushed with pleasure.

“Elidibus,” Natus murmurs. Sighing into their kiss and craving so much more. He trails his lips from his lover's mouth, kissing across his cheek, over his jaw. That mask perpetually in the way of his affection. “Elidibus.”

He finds himself shoved back, the ascian glowering down at him as he flops onto the bed, utterly spent.

“That's what I wanted,” Natus says, satisfied.

Elidibus looks so sexy when he is mad and full of Natus' cum. The hero only wished he was naked so he could savor the sight of him more. All that pale skin and those pretty pink nipples. Well, he still had his cock to gaze upon.

Remembering that, Natus lifts his messy hand to his face and licks the salty taste of Elidibus’ cum from his fingers. Gazing at the pretty sight that his lover and enemy made, all the while.

There would only be so long to savor it, as always.

“Running off again?” Natus asks, already feeling sleepy.

Elidibus lifts off his lap, shocking the hero with the lewd sight of his cock slipping out of him, his cum following behind it in a sticky, continuous flow that leaked down the ascian's thighs.

It was an unforgettable sight. At least until Elidibus lifts his robe to fall back over his front.

Natus groans with disappointment.

“This is a dream,” Elidibus reminds him. Clean and tidy again even though he didn't snap his fingers or wave his hand. “Or have you forgotten?”

Natus blinks, his eyes feeling heavy. “Maybe so. I'm still happy I got to see you.”

Elidibus looks down at him, something flickering in his expression. “Already the light returns.”

Natus smiles. “I expected as much.”

He blinks and Elidibus is no longer in his lap, but standing over his bed. His expression is hidden in shadow. His voice soft, blank of emotion.

“Were you a complete being such as I, this would hardly pose a threat to you. It would merely be a trifle. It seems even those of the Source are not yet strong enough to survive such things, despite our efforts. You are still too weak, too far from what you were meant to be. If it weren't for the meddling of Hydaelyn…”

Natus reaches for him. “I don't care about any of that. If this is a dream, let it be a dream. Stay with me tonight. Please?”

Elidibus stands quiet and still for a moment.

“...Even in a dream, I cannot.”

Natus closes his eyes. “I know what you're going to say before you say it. About duty again, yours and mine. I know. I've heard it.”

The hero sighs. “Just go.”

He never had any dreams where Elidibus stayed with him, anyhow.

….

Elidibus is gone again when he wakes.

The pain returned to him as if the ascian had never been there.

It had felt so real, but Natus wonders if maybe it had truly been a dream.

At least until he looks down and sees three scratch marks trailing down from his chest. Too thin and precise to be from his own nails.

Fitting perfectly, however, to Elidibus’ claws.

“Some dream,” Natus smiles.

[authorlaurawinter]

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[lyranova]

Hiya guys! So here’s another for OC Kinktober, I don’t know how many of these I’ll do (probably one more and then it’ll be Xreaders). I hope you’re all enjoying this small little event so far, I know OC’s aren’t everyones thing, but I still hope you’re all having as much fun as I am 🥰! Anyway MINORS DNI! And I hope you all enjoy~!

Word Count: 1,924

Warnings: Aphrodisiac use (accidentally), Kissing, Fingering (female receiving), Nipple Play, Grinding, Intercourse.

“ Zera, I’m home!” William shouted as he walked into the home he shared with his newlywed wife, Zera. He looked around and didn’t see her, which was odd, considering she told him that she would be home from her shop long before he would. He walked further into the room, called her name again, but she still didn’t appear.

He turned to his left and noticed a glass sitting on the counter top, which made him frown a bit. But he walked towards it and picked it up before examining it closely. The glass was filled with cold, white liquid that had hints of yellow in it. It was topped with whipped crème, a cherry, and with a small slice of pineapple on the side of the glass. William tilted his head, did Zera make this for him?

He put the glass to his lips and took a sip of it, before humming in surprise. It was surprisingly good! It was sweet due to the whipped crème and coconut, but also had a tartness to it due to the pineapple. But there was another flavor mixed into it that he didn’t quite recognize, it was familiar, yet he couldn’t quite place where he knew it from.

“ Oh, you’re home! I was in the shower, so I didn’t hear you.” Zera said with a bright smile, she was wearing one of his shirts, a pair of shorts, and was drying her hair with a towel. He watched as she looked from him, to the glass in his hand, back to him again. “ Where did you get that?”

“ Ah, you left it on the counter and I thought it was for me, so I… I had a sip.” He admitted softly as he set the now empty glass back down onto the counter, he watched as she walked over to him and quickly inspected the glass.

“ You…drank it all?” She asked, her voice full of surprise and slight horror. William frowned but nodded slowly.

“ I did…did I make a mistake? Was it not for me?” He asked, his voice full of confusion. He watched Zera hum and wring her hands together sheepishly as she slowly turned around, keeping her eyes on the floor as she spoke.

“ Well, you kind of did. That drink wasn’t really meant for either of us, at least not yet…” Zera began, her cheeks going a bit red, and he could hear the hesitancy in her voice. “ I was playing around with the Piña colada, because the last time I made them they didn’t quite taste right, and instead of using Coconut extract or fresh coconut I used…something else.” She trailed off, her eyes still looking at the ground. William raised a curious, and slightly worried, brow.

Zera turned back around and reached over the counter, and when she turned back to face him, he noticed she had a bottle in her hand. He took it from her gently and stared down at it with wide eyes before his head shot up to look at her.

“ You used our flavored lubricant?!” He exclaimed, his face growing red. Now he knew where he recognized that sweet and slightly tangy flavor in the drink, it was from their lubricant!

“ I did. I thought, since the lubricant had a strong flavor on its own, that maybe it would give the drink one as well. So I was going to experiment with it before you got home, but I accidentally spilled some alcohol on my dress, which was why I took a shower. Then, when I walked out, you had drank it all before I could tell you.” Zera explained with a sheepish laugh as she rubbed the back of her head. William sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“ Zera…doesn’t that lubricant also have an aphrodisiac in it as well?” William asked as he suddenly felt his body growing warmer and warmer. Zera nodded as another sheepish laugh escaped her lips.

“ It does, which was why I was going to drink it instead of you. Since aphrodisiacs have less of an effect on me than you.” She admitted, she heard him sigh before he shook his head. “ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left the drink on the counter.” She apologized, but he shook his head.

“ It isn’t your fault, I shouldn’t have drank it before asking you first,” William told her softly before he moved closer to her and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “ I’m going to go take a shower, a cold one, to see if that’ll help.” He added as he turned around and began to walk towards the bathroom.

But he stopped when he felt Zera wrap her arms around him and held him close, he turned a bit to look at her over his shoulder. She looked up at him with a slightly flirty and mischievous look in her eye.

“ Instead of a cold shower, why don’t you let me help you out? I’m sure I would be a lot more fun and successful than the shower would be.” She whispered warmly as she leaned up on her toes and placed a soft kiss on the shell of his ear.

William suddenly shivered as he suddenly became keenly aware of her warm breath against his skin, and of her breasts rubbing against his back as she leaned up and moved. His skin felt like it was on fire, and his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. And they weren’t even doing anything! All she was doing was holding him, kissing his neck, cheek, and ear, and yet his mind grew cloudier and cloudier as lust began to take over.

He turned around and stared down at his wife, who blinked at him in surprise. He bent down and captured her lips in a fiery, hot kiss. His tongue grazing her bottom lip, asking for permission, before he slipped it inside her mouth, deepening the kiss exponentially. He grinned when she moaned into the kiss and moved her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. And the two began to move further and further into the house, until they reached their bedroom, where they kept moving until the back of Zera’s legs hit the bed.

The two broke their kiss for a moment, lustful purple eyes staring into heated blue ones. He watched as Zera sat on the bed, grabbed his hands to pull him towards her, and began to kiss him heatedly once again.

This was why William didn’t like to take aphrodisiacs very often, they always clouded his better judgement and made him more…frenzied. When he was ‘in control’ he liked to take his time and worship his wife at a slow and steady pace, taking her in little by little, but when he was like this? He was almost a completely different person. He was a little rough and impatient, as though if he didn’t have her now, then he never would.

He pulled away from her for a moment before he slipped her shirt off of her body and threw it to the side before his lips found hers again. He then began to travel further and further down with his lips until he made it to her chest, where he took one of her breasts into his mouth and began to kiss, lick, and suck it as his left hand massaged and rubbed her other breast.

William grinned and chuckled as Zera moaned and her back arched off the bed and her arms wrapped tightly around him. He lowered his hips and ground his still clothed crotch against her soaking wet underwear, eliciting another moan from her as he did. He removed his mouth from her chest and looked up at her.

“ Are you sure you didn’t have a sip of that drink? Because you’re awfully wet down here.” He teased as rubbed against her, making her hips wiggle against him.

“ I’m sure, believe me, if I did have a sip of that drink, I probably would have pounced on you the moment you walked through that door.” She breathed, her tone serious and raspy as her legs wound around his waist and pulled him against her.

“ Well that would have been quite fun wouldn’t it?” William chuckled as he sat up and began to remove his clothes, and then swiftly removed what remained of Zera’s before quickly tossing them onto the floor.

He took a moment to appreciate his wife’s beautiful body, before his hands slipped down her chest, down her stomach, until one hand rested on her hip as the other mover further down until it reached her entrance. He slipped one, then two fingers inside as his thumb drew quick and tight circles onto her clit.

“ Will~!” She groaned as her back arched off the bed again and her hands reached out to grab his wrists. He smirked as he felt her clench tightly around his fingers as he sang her praises and whispered salacious things into her ear. Until her body tensed and her walls clenched even tighter around his fingers, signaling to him that she came.

“ I think that’s enough teasing, William,” Zera muttered breathlessly as she wrapped her legs around his waist again, pulling his hips towards hers eagerly. “ I want you inside me. Now.” She added, her voice demanding as she wiggled suggestively against him. He blinked for a moment before his smirk turned into a smile and nodded. If he were being honest, he had been having a hard time holding himself back ever since he drank that Piña colada.

William positioned himself at her entrance and rubbed is throbbing cock against her lower lips before he slowly pushed himself inside her, causing a quiet moan to escape her lips and a hiss to escape his. He pushed himself further and further inside until she was filled with nothing but him. After Zera gave him the okay, he began to move his hips in slow and steady strokes, trying his best not to give into his more…carnal desire.

 As he kissed his wife passionately, and thrusted his hips, he felt himself shiver, and his body tremble slightly. He wasn’t sure how much of it was the aphrodisiac and how much of it was just him, but he couldn’t remember the last time his body felt so sensitive. With every movement of their entangled bodies, with every breath that escaped his wife's lips, and with every clench of her walls around his length, he felt like his body was being set on fire in the most delicious way.

“ Will,” He suddenly heard Zera breath, and he stopped for a moment and looked at her. She pulled his face down to hers. “ You can stop holding back now, I won’t break, I promise. So just let go, and go as hard and fast as you want.” She whispered against his lips, her breath warm and alluring. William felt what remained of his sanity break at that point.

He didn’t say a word, nor did he nod his head, all he did was capture her lips in a passionate kiss before he did as she asked and thrusted into her at a harder and faster pace. Finally giving in to his carnal desire until both of their climaxes washed over them in one big wave.

Both were left panting and trembling messes, their bodies slightly sore, but otherwise feeling a lot better than they did a moment ago. Especially William.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[djrusso-romance]

NO SUGAR COATING IT cover and art reveal! Art by Bowlish, who is amazing and deserves all the commissions. Curious about this story? I've got ARC sign ups with the blurb and TWs. Please don't ignore those warnings - they are there to protect you and this is a long list! Sign up for an ARC here I haven't made a post in a while because I've been so busy writing and editing! I've got many irons in the fire again and... whew. I'm having a great time! I feel so creatively free.

Anyway, meet Byron and Faith! They're both hot messes (and a bit morally gray) and deserve one another.

[horrorslashergirl]

🔥New Dark Romance Novel🐍MAFIA🐍

"The snake was lurking deep within the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to see a little mouse and strike. That's when he saw her... His little innocent mouse."

"Every little girl's dream is to live in a castle with her prince charming. I recall the Disney movies I would watch on the old TV I had in the bedroom I shared with my big brother. Even at a fragile age, I knew these movies were only fairytales never to become reality."

From birth, I had a hard life. All my life, I've lived in a desolate and dangerous district in the capital of Romania. Violence, drugs, and prostitution were at each corner, and even for the little girl I used to be, I understood what was happening. I lost my family at some point. I was all alone and after finishing high school, entering college, and one year of studying, things started to brighten. The hopes of having a normal life.

My biggest mistake? The decision to go on a vacation to Turkey with my best friend, only for the relaxation to turn into a nightmare. I thought I would never have to face the style of life it had surrounded me with when I was a child. Although... if I didn't make that choice... I wouldn't have met HIM.

His nickname and reputation precede him. I never thought I will cross paths with the Albanian Mafia.

KING COBRA

He is deadly, brutal, violent, manipulative, and sly like the serpent himself. His inked body reminds me of the beautiful scales of this snake, but the beauty is only a veil for the venom running through his system. The scars that litter his inked skin make me aware of what he's been through and what he was capable of. He was handsome in a beastly way. I know I shouldn't let my guard down around him, especially not after he bought me at a human-trafficking auction. Curse these Turkish bastards.

Little by little, my defiance crumbles down, much like the plan I set into motion. Earn his trust, get the opportunity to escape, and run. This plan vanished as the days in the serpent's den passed by. I was falling for him... falling for the snake's charm. I was his little mouse after all, no? Tightly held in his wicked coils.

Just like Britney Spears' song...

But Mama, I'm in love with a criminal

And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical

Mama, please don't cry, I will be all right

All reason aside, I just can't deny, I love that guy

Scroll up and don't miss this rousing and steamy dark romance that features a Romanian young girl with a dark past that haunts her but with a flaming fire deep into her heart and an Albanian mob boss who has more scars than he can count, inside and outside, who got the nickname, KING COBRA, not only for his malevolent and sadistic personality but for a... certain physical aspect too.

WARNING! This book contains sensitive topics which may trigger the reader. In this novel, there are dark themes such as street violence, family abuse, death, kidnapping, drugs, human trafficking, and trauma.

There are also graphic and descriptive sex scenes on the darker side, which include fetishes and kinks, such as consensual non-consent, use of bondage in sexual activities, predator/prey, choking, spanking, high dirty talk, restraint, oral on both female and male, loss of virginity, rough sex, degradation, humiliation, Dominant/submissive power-play, overstimulation, begging, high creampie/breeding kink, kink size, gun kink, combat boot kink, mask kink.

[tinkerbean917]

My newest story is up!

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[ladyramora]

In the shadow of your heart

[Part Two]

Written for @/natus_Vincer

Natus belongs to @natus-vincer

↓↓↓ Spoilers for Stormblood & Shadowbringers under the cut↓↓↓

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Characters: Natus Vincer/Elidibus

Additional tags & NSFW Warnings:

Named Warrior of Light, Angst and Feels, Enemies and Lovers, Established Relationship, Explicit Sex, Blood and Violence, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Foot Jobs, Face Fucking, Boot Licking, Humping, Size Difference, Natus is compared to a dog a lot, Au Ra horns used as handlebars, Come Eating, Snark, Did I Mention Angst?

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Natus sat in his room, the hum of primordial light no longer vibrating in his horns now that he had brought back the night to the people of Lakeland. The hour was late, the night sky an endless expanse of black lit up with twinkling stars. The moon shone with a cool, calm glow that spilled in through his open window of his room in The Pendants.

He stares blankly at his own hands, clenching and unclenching his fingers while mulling over the events of Holminster Switch. All the people he could not save compared to the ones who had survived. The road had been littered with bodies.

Natus felt strange, too. His skin felt too tight, his body strangely hot. A restless energy vibrated through him, preventing his tired mind and body from achieving rest no matter how long he had laid on the bed provided for him.

Sleep eluded him.

That was fine. Natus knew well enough what he would dream of, or rather who. Images his brain would conjure up in the yearning to see an enemy most beloved.

One who had not visited him as a lover since last they had met on that starless night in the Ghymlyt Dark.

The wind picks up, a breeze drifting into his room that carries the scent of flowers to his nose, and along with it a familiar presence.

Natus' breath freezes in his lungs as he turns his head, his heart jumping in his throat with painful hope.

The moonlight of the First was no different than that of the Source as it spilled over the silent figure of the white-robed ascian that stood in front of his open window.

Natus was ready to believe he had fallen asleep where he sat, the exhaustion finally catching up with him.

Elidibus standing in his room, here on the First, was obviously a figment of his overtired brain. Conjured up by thoughts of him combined with hopeless yearning.

He was bright in the gloom of darkness that was Natus' inn room. Pale and perfect, he was like the ethereal moon in a dark, starless sky. A beautiful and terrible apparition of his own longing come to haunt him.

His face was cast in the shadow of his cowl, his expression hidden in the gloom, yet Natus could not help but think that the red mask he wore had changed. Less of a faintly amused, mocking expression and more one that spoke of a cold, seething rage.

Natus does not dare to blink, let alone breathe too loudly, lest his doing so break the illusion of Elidibus visiting him again after so long.

The scar that Elidibus had gifted him when last they met faintly ached, as if resonating with his presence.

"I am loath to admit that even I, the Emissary, have been kept in the dark as to what plans Emet Selch has made," Elidibus speaks to the air more to him, low and faintly raspy. A tired quality to the sound of his voice that spoke of millennia stretching out endlessly, a long lived life that Natus could not possibly comprehend.

Had he come to kill him? Natus wondered. Would he still be alive now, if not for Estinien's timely arrival? Would Elidibus have truly struck him down, put an end to it once and for all?

"I did not think you would seek me out again," Natus finds himself saying, his voice croaking with the dryness of his throat. He glances down at his hands for a second, a mere blink, and suddenly Elidibus is by his side.

Before he can move or react, his jaw is caught. The cold bite of claws dig cruelly into his skin, but Natus leans into the familiar warmth of his body.

He does not flinch even as Elidibus wrenches his head up, those eyes glowing a fierce, icy aquamarine behind the unforgiving leer of that blood red mask.

"Say what you mean," Elidibus utters in that frightfully blank voice.

Natus swallows. "...Would you have done it?"

Elidibus squeezes his face hard, his claws pricking into Natus' skin and letting blood. Natus can only smile through the pain because Elidibus was here. Elidibus was touching him of his own volition.

Even after everything that had happened at the Ghymlyt Dark, Natus was glad to see him.

"I had every intention of doing my duty," the Emissary almost hisses out the words on a sigh of breath.

Natus closes his eyes. His throat was bare beneath Elidibus' hand, he was weaponless. Vulnerable.

"You didn't then, you have yet to do so now."

Those claws scratch down his scales and skin as Elidibus wraps his hand around his neck instead. Natus struggles to swallow, to breathe as Elidibus tightens his grip.

A hand so small, with an appearance so delicate, but possessed of such great strength that it stole his breath so easily.

Or perhaps it was his mere presence that did so.

"You are right, I could do so this very moment. Thwart the very plans that Emet Selch has no doubt made without me. I could put an end to you, misbegotten hero. One who has become death to my kin."

Natus makes no move to escape or defend himself. His hands rise from his lap only to grasp at Elidibus' robe, fabric wrinkling and bunching in his fists. Holding fast in the hopes that Elidibus will stay even now. After everything.

"You are a fool," Elidibus tells him in a low murmur as Natus gazes helplessly into his face, his feelings unchanged even as the ascian threatens his life.

Natus lets out a precious breath of his dwindling air as Elidibus lowers his face to his, the sharp points of his mask digging into him painfully as the ascian crushes his mouth against his.

Natus surges into him despite the pain, clutching at him greedily as he wraps his muscular arms around the ascian's small, slim waist.

Elidibus hisses out an irritated breath as he finds himself dragged into Natus' lap, his mask knocked askew, nearly falling from its position on his face as Natus kisses him like he'll never get the chance again.

Elidibus presses his teeth together in refusal to let Natus deepen their kiss, before sinking his teeth into the hero's lip like he meant to make him bleed.

Natus grunts with displeasure as his head is yanked to the side, their kiss broken by Elidibus snatching him by the horn and pulling hard.

"I hate that," Natus huffs, catching his breath with greedy gulps of air.

"Do you really think I aim to please you?" Elidibus grits out, grasping tight at Natus' wrists as those hands wander below the ascian's waist in amorous habit. "I did not come here for this."

Natus grins with red dripping down his chin from his bloody lip and cuts stinging from his cheeks to his collar where Elidibus' claws had sliced at him. He grasps palmfuls of Elidibus' cute little bottom through the layers of his robes and squeezes as he bucks his hips up.

"What did you come for, if not for this? For me?"

The expression on Elidibus' face finally changes, his lips pressing thin. He gives him no answer. But nor does he move to get up or use magic to escape from Natus' clingy embrace.

Emboldened, Natus tugs his hand free to pull back the ascian's hood, his silver hair spilling free from the confines of the white fabric. He reaches next for Elidibus' mask, wanting to see his face.

Elidibus slaps his hand away with a stinging swat of his clawed glove, denying him that.

Yet in the very next moment, he reaches out to rip Natus' shirt open.

Natus sucks in a breath as the swipe of those claws make him bleed, but he is all too gentle as he gathers Elidibus' hair in his hand. Winding his fingers through it as he lifts his head to press his lips to his enemy's unyielding mouth.

He is undeterred by this familiar game of stubborn refusal, only smiling fondly as he kisses the ascian's lips until Elidibus begrudgingly softens towards him. Convinced to part his lips to the hungry, persistent flick of Natus' tongue over his pretty pink lips.

Natus moans his approval, his hands sinking into Elidibus' silky hair to cradle the back of his head as he tilts his head to avoid bumping into that crimson mask.

He savors the taste of Elidibus' kiss, a craving he had not sated in some time.

Talking never got them anywhere, no matter how Natus tried to reach the man or find common ground, Elidibus held his duties as Emissary above all else.

In this way, though, they communicated quite well. Sharing heated breaths as their lips parted for only seconds at a time before they sank into one another again.

Natus pours all his feelings into these kisses, all the questions he did not dare give voice to. Cupping Elidibus' elegant jaw in his large hand, Natus is gentle, reverent as he sweeps his thumb over the ascian's skin. Marveling as he always did at how cool Elidibus' skin felt in comparison to warmth that Natus gave off.

Elidibus gives something like a rumbling growl in his throat. Seeming displeased by this gentle affection as he grabs a rough fistful of Natus' hair and yanks his head back again.

"Nng," Natus groans, desire stirring in his loins as Elidibus bit at his mouth, his jaw, his throat. Rutting against him with jerky motions of his hips as he ravaged him with brutal bites and bruising hickeys.

"Let me—" Natus starts to say, to suggest they undress and perhaps move this to the bed instead of doing so at the table.

"No," Elidibus cuts him off. "I have indulged you far too much, for too long."

Natus gives a guttural, barking laugh at that. Indulged him? Hah! Elidibus eluded him at every turn. Kept him at arm's length no matter the strides the xaela made to close the distance between them. Slapped his hands away whenever Natus reached for him. Perhaps Elidibus enjoyed being chased?

Natus could never hold onto Elidibus for long, he always slipped through his fingers. Cold and distant as the moon.

He half expected he would leave him yet again, unfulfilled and with so many unanswered questions when Elidibus rises from his lap.

Natus is not expecting him to climb from his lap and step up onto the table. He blinks, turning in his stool to face the table, and finding himself promptly bracketed by the Ascian's thighs. That white, immaculate robe spread open and his dark trousers already pushed down his thighs.

Impatient, was he?

He was already hard. His prick bobbing under the weight of Natus' hungry stare, a pretty pink flush coloring his pale skin that only deepened the longer that Natus looked at him without doing anything.

"Do not touch me with those hands stained with the blood of my brothers and sisters," Elidibus warns him in a brittle voice, before Natus can reach out and wrap his hand around him.

Natus pauses, looking into that cold, unfeeling mask.

Elidibus' lips—bitten red and bruised from his kisses—were pursed thin.

Heh, so that was how he wanted it?

Fine.

If Elidibus wanted his mouth, Natus would give him that. He was perfectly fine with being used so long as Elidibus stayed by his side. So, with such thoughts in mind, Natus crosses his hands behind his back with a smile and leans forward into his lap.

Natus moved slowly, taking his time as he made contact with the tip of his nose first, breathing in deep the unique scent that could only belong to Elidibus. A flowery, earthy scent that Natus recognized emanating from his hair and skin, combined with a darker and dusty sort of gunpowder smell that lingered on his robes of which Natus could not quite place at this point in time. A smell the xaela would later recognize as moondust.

He trails his nose over the pretty cock bobbing in front of his face, his neck flexing up and down and head tilting from side to side to side as he nosed along the velvety skin, allowing the weight of it to rest on his cheek as he nuzzles into him and breathes in gulping, heady breaths. The musky, salty scent of him here had Natus swallowing frequently as his mouth watered with the greedy desire to taste him.

His need was obvious to Elidibus, there was no doubt about that. It would be humorous, surely, if not for the twisted history between them.

Here was Natus, the bringer of light, the very savior of Eorzea that had laid low eikons, gods, and ascian alike; and yet he was rendered a panting, drooling mutt so ready to be used by the very Emissary that would be his greatest enemy.

And yet Elidibus was not above taking advantage of it. More than that, he actively participated in it. Elidibus wanted this—wanted Natus—enough to return to him again even as their relationship was further perverted by bloodshed on both sides and the accompanying twisted emotions that came along with it.

It was obvious to both of them that they never should have blurred the line of enemy and lover, that their relationship had been doomed from the very start; but it was far too late now. Destruction surely awaited them, yet even knowing that, neither of them could stop, or stay away from another.

They would walk this path, hand in hand, to their inevitable end.

Even knowing that, Natus wanted to draw it out as long as he could. These moments between them. Who knew how many they had left?

He would savor every one like it was the last, because it could very well be.

Elidibus gave no voice to his demands, as to do so would be to admit his own need. Yet his actions spoke louder than words as he tugged Natus' horns like handles, and pushed his hips up to press the tip of his prick to Natus' lips, smearing a lewd line of precum over the xaela's mouth. Deliciously filthy.

Despite the many millennia he had lived—and all the careful plans he had made in that time—with Natus, Elidibus could be quite impatient.

Natus fights a grin as he drags his tongue over his lips, savoring the salty musk of Elidibus' intimate flavor and just so incidentally grazing the needy cock so near to his mouth with his tongue.

He could feel Elidibus shudder, hear the vibration of the soft breath of pleasure he let out as it thrums seductively through his horns.

Natus lets his tongue hang from his mouth with a hot, moist exhale. Allowing the puff of his own panting breath to drive the ascian all the more wild with desire for a few torturous breaths longer before he leaned in to drag his tongue along the head of Elidibus' cock.

He laps at him with the full length of his tongue, though his technique could hardly be described as such. Rather, he licked at Elidibus in a crude, messy manner. Much like a mutt seeking to show overzealous affection to its master, he was a sloppy, drooling mess. More hungry for the taste of Elidibus than showing any finesse.

Still, it seemed to do it for his masked lover, judging by the way Elidibus gave small, barely restrained jolts of reaction.

Natus could not see his eyes, but he could see the tick of his jaw as the ascian ground his teeth. Recognize the soft hiss of his breath as something felt particularly good.

Natus' tongue was too eager in response, too quick. The taste of Elidibus could not linger in his mouth for long enough. Every beading pearl of precum was soon spread over his drooling tongue, dissipating far too soon to savor it.

Elidibus' scent did not linger long enough in his nose with every gulping, greedy breath that Natus took. He wanted to sear this into his memory, imprint it upon his soul. The scent of him, the taste of him, every sound he made.

Every moment, every intimacy that was so terribly fleeting; Natus did not want to forget a single second of it.

Even the lower half of Elidibus’ face, twisted up and unhappy as it was… Natus knew that he would want to remember it. The line of the emissary’s jaw, the down turned corners of his mouth. The underside of his nose, just a sliver to be seen from where Natus was looking up at him.

This less than tender grip upon his horns, accompanied by the occasional scrape of his claw over the pattern of ridges and dips that made Natus shudder bodily in a way that was less than pleasant. It was like scraping bone, and made Natus experience a sensation of intense discomfort.

Elidibus would know this by now, such an action from him was surely intentional.

Yet Natus grins and bears it all, swallowing down that sensation of revulsion and hyper focusing on his desire for Elidibus. Licking, licking, licking at him with unbearable patience. Teasing the both of them by taking his time to simply savor the moment.

Aught that plainly irks his enemy and lover. Elidibus tightens his grip and yanks at the hero's horns, pulling him in roughly. Forcing the xaela forward into his lap, his cockhead pushing insistently at his lips and cheek. The pointed tip of Natus' horns drag across the bare, vulnerable expansion of Elidibus' thighs, surely raising lines in his flesh, if not drawing blood.

Those clawed fingers pull at the corner of his mouth, slipping inward to poke uncomfortably at the soft, spongy curve of the inside of his cheek. The panting puff of his breath becomes distorted with the stretch of his mouth, and drool drips from the tip of his tongue and over his lips where Elidibus’ clawed fingers stretch his mouth open, trickling down his chin.

The tip of Elidibus' cock bumps against his top lip, pressing his lip to his teeth. His greedy tongue laps at the sensitive underside of it, making the ascian hiss and thrust his hips forward.

Natus groans helplessly and obliges his lover's wordless command by opening his mouth wide, sucking the pretty pink tip of Elidibus' prick into his mouth. Welcoming him in with a hospitality that was altogether lewd.

Yes, this was more like it. He could savor him better like this. Take in more of him as the salt and clean musk of his flavor lingered in his mouth. Flavor that only grew stronger, headier as Natus bobs his head and sucks at him with such lustful greed that it hollows his cheeks.

Saliva pools in his mouth with the taste of him, easing the glide of his lips and the slippery path of his tongue as he takes him in deeper with every bob of his head. He gulps to keep the drool from dribbling down his lips, swallowing around the girth of Elidibus' cock.

Elidibus gives something like a curse in an ancient tongue that even Natus' echo cannot quite properly translate, but the feeling of it is very familiar.

Natus has no time to decipher its true meaning, as he chokes a bit in surprise as Elidibus pulls him in, smothering the xaela’s face in his lap as the ascian uses him as he pleases.

He can hardly breathe as Elidibus pulls and pushes him to and fro by the grip he has on his horns, using him like a toy whose only purpose was to give pleasure.

Natus moans, accepting all that was given to him, even if it was much too fast for his liking.

He relaxes his throat the best he can, gulping and gasping as his eyes water from being deprived of oxygen. His throat tightens out of reflex as he struggles to take in air, aught that stimulates his selfish lover all the more for the way more moans leak out from those tightly pursed lips.

A hot rush of lust pulses through his veins, pooling in Natus' lower belly and throbbing unbearably between his thighs. He felt deliriously giddy to pull such sounds from his enemy’s lips.

Elidibus may resent it, but he desired Natus the very same as the hero did him.

Natus groans, shifting restlessly on the stool he was precariously perched upon. Gods, he was hard. The leather of his trousers felt far too tight. He felt stifled, hot and uncomfortable. He needed to release some of this pressure, or at least pop a button open.

He peeks at his lover through blurry eyelashes weighed down with the weight of tears, his shoulders rolling as he slid the back of his hands forward to cup his palm over his hips towards his groin, ilming towards the fastenings of his trousers. He pops the button successfully, and had only just loosened the tightly fitted leather at his crotch enough to feel a cool breeze when Elidibus lifts his booted foot and steps on his hand.

Natus chokes as the ascian grinds the heel of his boot on the back of his hand, pinning it forcefully as his ankle twisted to and fro. A wicked bit of stimulation that was as pleasurable as it was painful, the force of the ascian’s leg pressing hard and forcing the xaela's own hand against the bulge in his trousers. His lover's other leg lifts to shove at the hero's shoulder, forcing him upright.

Natus lurches backwards as he coughs, a string of thick saliva clinging to his lip, keeping them connected even as Elidibus sneers at him. His hand throbs with pain, yanked free from under Elidibus' heel.

“I should not be surprised how content you are to be used,” the Emissary's voice drips with disdain, his boot now unobstructed from rubbing roughly over the prominent bulge in Natus' trousers.

Fuck, it hurt.

But at the same time it felt so good, too…!

Natus gives a strangled groan, his head tipping backwards as his eyes rolled in their sockets with pained pleasure, his hips bucking underneath the crushing weight of the ascian's boot.

Elidibus scoffs. “Look at you. A so-called hero, made so desperate by your own desire. How readily you accept the weight of your enemy's boot.”

Natus tossed his head side to side in denial, groaning out as Elidibus applied cruel pressure. “...Because it's you,” he retorts. Lacking his usual bite, perhaps, but Natus was so damned tired even before Elidibus had deigned to grace him with his presence.

Elidibus purses his lips, seeming ill at ease with such a response.

Natus did not know what else he could possibly say. It was the truth, even if it were one fraught with countless complications.

Of course Elidibus was different.

Even after what had happened in the Ghymlyt Dark, Natus still found himself willingly walking into the clutches of his enemy's claws, whether those hands meant to caress him or crush him.

“Is that not what you wanted to hear?” Natus asks. Struggling as always to understand what Elidibus was thinking, what he wanted.

The lack of Elidibus' answer was as withering as the weight of his stare behind his mask.

Natus swallows the aching lump in his throat, licking at his stinging lip. He could tell by the way the ascian's posture had shifted, the frigid silence between them, that the man was already reconsidering this visit.

No, no. If he left, there was no telling if he'd ever come again!

No, it couldn't end like this.

He wouldn't let it end like this.

Natus lurches forward, a sick desperation twisting in his gut. He dives back into pleasing his lover, his hands crumpling the crisp lines of his white ascian robe as he grabs hold of it in reckless abandon.

Elidibus jolts under him, grunting in surprise that was half pleasure and half pain as Natus swallows him down to the base, resulting in the sharp jut of his horns digging into the milky skin of the Emissary's thighs.

Natus moans as Elidibus yanks at his hair in reprimand, but does not let up the intensity of his focus. He was a man with a mission. He knew all the places Elidibus was sensitive, and now put the knowledge to good use.

No, he would not be deterred.

He sucks him just how he liked it, hungry and wet. All lips and tongue as he bobs his head forward and back, stimulating his glans until he could feel his lover's legs shake. Only then does he hollow his cheeks and take him deeper, opening his throat up to swallow around him in lustful gulps as he inhales strained breaths in through his nose.

“You…!” Elidibus chokes on the strangled hiss of his own voice, and grips the hero by the hair with both hands. He spreads his legs wide, hips bucking upward in abandon of all composure as he fucks into the wet heat of Natus' throat.

“Mmn..!” Natus moans his encouragement, his eyes rolling back as Elidibus uses him to chase the feeling of pleasure that he had so skillfully fanned from a mere spark to a roaring flame.

He’d like nothing more than to kick the stool beneath him away and kneel lower—to feel the full brunt of Elidibus' desire, cock thrusting down his throat and balls slapping against his face—but Natus knew beggars could not be choosers.

The fact that Elidibus was still here, let alone indulging in physical gratification, was a miracle in itself. That he hadn't used his ascian abilities to slip from Natus' grasp and disappeared the very moment his resolve to pay him a visit had faltered.

Had it been the reluctance to scrutinize his own feelings, or a reminder of his duty in the face of his conflicting actions? Natus wished he could use his echo to look into Elidibus' mind, to read his thoughts and know his feelings. It would be so much simpler if that were possible, so Natus could act accordingly in whatever manner it took to make Elidibus stay.

It is with the worry weighing on him that Elidibus would soon leave once the passion had worn off that Natus tries to slow the frenzy he had stirred up, wanting it to last. His hands pushing against the ascian's hips as he tries to draw back.

“Why now do you falter?” Elidibus murmurs as he releases his hair to catch him by the horns before he can go too far.

“Nng..?!” Natus huffs a noise through his nose, taken a bit by surprise as he was used as a counterweight, his neck pulled taut with the weight of Elidibus' body as the smaller man used his horns to pull himself forward.

Natus plants his feet, centering his gravity on the stool so as not to be pulled out of it. For his slight build, the white robed ascian was incredibly strong.

“Finish what you start,” Elidibus insists, keeping the pace that Natus had set. Every thrust of his hips is an exercise of precision, aiming for the back of Natus' throat as if making the hero choke on his cock was his cruel intention. “Or do you lack conviction even in this?”

Natus was never so thankful of his plentiful experience and skill as he kept his gagging to the minimum.

It was clear that Elidibus would not be allowing him to slow things down, so with his head held immobilized by the grip on his horns and his throat stuffed full of his enemy's cock, Natus simply went with it instead of trying to wrest control back. For however long it lasted, he would simply enjoy the moment.

He blindly reaches down to take himself in hand, pumping his dry fist up and down his cock for a few fleeting moments in less than satisfactory pleasure before another idea strikes him like a bolt of levin.

He grabs hold of the closest bit of Elidibus near him by feeling around for it—cupping his knee first, trailing down over his ankle, to then grasp at that merciless, pristine boot—and drags the smaller man's foot into his lap.

Elidibus peers down at him, his pale skin flushed behind his glowering red mask, that pretty pink blush that Natus so favored.

“Are you truly so desperate?” Elidibus remarks in a voice short of breath, watching Natus rub up against his boot to get himself off. “I admit, it suits you. Rutting at my boot like a mindless mongrel. Go on, I'll allow you this much magnanimity.”

Natus had to hand it to him, Elidibus certainly was good at putting on airs, acting haughty and mocking when he was clearly having trouble remaining composed. The very words he spoke were trembling in tandem with the pleasured shivers of his body.

Natus could hardly mouth off or reply with a smart quip with his mouth soundly occupied, so he does that trick with his tongue that he knew Elidibus was weak for.

He is rewarded with the ascian's foot jerking against his crotch, inspiring a burst of pained pleasure that had Natus whimpering and drooling around Elidibus' cock.

It is well worth the pain when he hears that strange ancient language again, another curse pulled from Elidibus' lips. It was so odd a feeling to have his echo flare but ultimately be unable to translate it, like struggling to remember a word he thought he knew.

Could his echo be malfunctioning? Was a fleeting thought, but one that Natus puts to the back of his mind as he grips Elidibus’ foot with both hands and rolls his hips forward to hump at the textured tread of his boot.

Ahh, it hurt, but it hurt so good. Natus only wished he had something to slick the path of his cock as it rubbed roughly over the ridges and dips along the sole of the ascian's boot. The little pearly droplets that dribbled from his cock could only lube the way so much.

His jaw was beginning to ache, along with his head where his horns pulled at the skin and scale of his face. Yet he knew he'd need to shoulder on, Elidibus had never been quick on the trigger. It took more than a bit of sloppy head to make the man give in and empty his balls.

Ever the stalwart hero, Natus preservers.

Divide and conquer!

That is, dividing his focus.

Natus doesn't allow himself to slack off even though Elidibus was doing the heavy lifting by using his horns as handlebars. He hones his focus on making his lover feel good by using his tongue, his lips, his throat.

He tongues every vein, seeking out spots he knows are sensitive. He alternates sensation just with his lips, softening his pout for a while and then tightening back up to suck hard at the tip of Elidibus' prick. He opens up his throat, swallowing rapidly around the length of him as he thrusts forward and back.

His own pleasure is not forgotten. He clutches at the sturdy material of the ascian's boot, fingers dimpling the brown leather as he humps him very much like the horny mutt that Elidibus claimed him to be. The head of his cock smearing messily over the underside of his boot. A stain that Elidibus would remember every time he wore these boots, if he didn't discard them altogether after this.

Natus prefers to think positively. That Elidibus will remember this moment, remember him, every time he pulls these boots on. Or magicked them on? Were ascians above dressing the same as mere mortals did?

Such simple trivialities were beyond Natus' knowledge. Elidibus never stayed long enough for him to know, and he certainly never allowed Natus to watch him dress once they were through. He was always dressed again after every lewd act, every dirty little tryst. Perfect and pristine once again, as if he had not been befouled by the hands of his greatest enemy.

Natus could not help but wonder how this one would end. Would he see Elidibus again after this? Would Elidibus finish what he had started in the Ghymlyt Dark? Or, worse, would this be their last night together like this?

The answer would soon become clear.

Natus knew it wouldn't be long now. Though his pleasure had been entangled with pain from the start, the intensity of it was enough to push him steadily towards the edge.

He could feel the telltale sensations in his body—the heat, the slow tickle of pleasure that became a whole body shiver, the unbearable need that was slowly consuming his thoughts, making it harder to think.

He tries to stay the movement of his hips, to slow it down to a grind. It was incredibly difficult. Agonizing, in fact. The impulse to rut against Elidibus like a mindless beast was hard to ignore.

Thankfully, it was one that Natus was already more than familiar with. The Emissary always held fast to his composure, even in moments of intimacy between them. Natus could not help but want to see that composure shaken, to inspire a reaction in his lover and enemy. Passion, even.

As such, he would quite happily stay right here, holding out as long as he possibly could in hopes that Elidibus would catch up to him. Drawing out the moment so the end would come that much later.

Elidibus knew his tells, too, however.

“You're… close,” Elidibus remarks. His voice was almost as poised as it usually was, if not for the deep breaths he took and the way he had to pause between words. “I can… feel you trembling. Why… hold yourself back? Was this… not what you wanted?”

Natus whines, his eyes rolling back in his head as Elidibus pins his cock against his belly by applying slight pressure with his boot. Aught that he slowly increases, grinding just under the head of Natus’ abused cock. Stimulating his glans with the toe of his boot with cruel twists and taps of his forefoot.

Natus chokes a bit on his own spit, spasming with pained pleasure. He coughs and gags around Elidibus' cock, eyes tearing up and nose stinging.

Oh, gods, this one was going to be intense. His whole body seizes up, taut with the agony that was the precipice of bliss.

The upside was that Elidibus was not unaffected, either. Natus could feel him throb on his tongue, as clear a reaction as any.

A shame he couldn't do much to push Elidibus further as the ascian tips him over the edge first with an upstroke of his boot, sending Natus spiraling into such an overwhelming orgasm that all he can do is hold on, his hands squeezing so hard at the man's boot as he writhed with pleasure that it was shocking he didn't pull it straight off his foot.

Pleasure pulses through him, his heart beating like a drum. Pulse, pulse, pulse! Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump…!

It was the burst of fireworks, all his nerves firing at once, like the burning pain of overexertion all over his body.

Gods, it feels like he's dying. It feels like the best relief of his life, yet so agonizing that he wants to tear himself away and curl up into a ball so he doesn't have to bear the brunt of it all anymore.

Noise rings through his horns, vibrating through his very bones. He does not remember squeezing his eyes closed, but the room feels far too bright when he opens them again.

He is unsteady, exhausted. Barely remaining seated in the stool. Utterly spent. His heart thunders in his chest as he tries to catch his breath, but his mouth is still occupied.

Elidibus is not finished yet.

Natus is boneless as he is moved. Used.

His brain is so addled by the lingering aftershocks that he can barely do anything at all to please the man except be a wet, willing hole for him to stick his prick into.

Natus whimpers weakly around the shape of him in his mouth, knowing he was a mess. He felt oversensitive, sticky with spend. Every brush of Elidibus' boot against his flagging cock made him want to sob and shy away.

It is through sheer will that he doesn't. He breaths in slowly, shallowly, his hands shaky where he still stubbornly holes onto Elidibus’ boot.

He closes his eyes against the glare of the room, moving his lips and tongue. Swallowing, using his voice, bobbing his head forward as much as he could. Anything to help stimulate his lover and push him to peak, too.

Finally, Elidibus trembles. His grip tightens on his horns. He feels him in his throat, on his tongue; throbbing.

Natus moans, pressing forward as far as he could go and closing his mouth around him. It feels wasteful to just drink him down, to not savor him on his tongue. But if he doesn't swallow, he'll choke on it. For a man his size, Elidibus came copious amounts.

Natus is three gulps in of hot, salty spend when Elidibus loosens his hold on his horns.

Natus pulls back, catching the next pulse on his tongue, his lips, his face. He opens his mouth wide, eyes squeezing closed to prevent from getting it in his eyes. It stripes over his eyebrow, catching in his eyelashes, dripping over the scales that curve along his nose and cheeks.

Natus swipes his tongue over her lips, stretching it as far as he can to lick what he could from his cheek. It stung at the cuts on his lip and face, but he voices no complaints about that.

Elidibus is staring at him when he opens his eyes again.

Natus smiles for him, blissed out and cum drunk. Not one to leave things half finished, he leans forward and laps at the messy leftovers still dripping down his lover's cute prick as it softened. Sucking at the pearly droplets still beading from his pretty pink tip until nothing more was forthcoming to wet his tongue.

“Enough,” Elidibus presses his unsullied boot to his shoulder and pushes him off. Pointing to the boot that Natus had thoroughly molested, he mutters with what seems to be annoyance. “You have more mess yet to clean.

Natus snorts, finding it somewhat ridiculous that he wanted him to clean off his boot when they were both still sitting here, cocks out and covered in cum. Especially Natus, who had stained his own pants just as much as he had Elidibus' boot. “What, you want me to lick that clean, too?”

Elidibus stares at him. Expectant.

Really?

Right, then.

Natus leans forward and licks his own cum from the top of Elidibus' boot. It tastes like salt and leather, and somewhat like licking the barrel of a gun. It tasted just like that dusty gunpowder smell he had detected on Elidibus’ robe.

“Satisfied?” Natus asks, arching his eyebrows.

“You missed a spot,” Elidibus says, lifting his leg to show him the smeared, tacky mess on the bottom of his boot.

Natus had a sneaking suspicion that Elidibus simply had something of a thing for seeing him degraded.

As if this was the worst thing Natus had ever had to do. Licking his own cum from his lover's boot hardly ranked anywhere near the top of the list of terrible things that Natus had been made to do in his line of work.

Natus gets one, two pointed licks in before Elidibus plants his boot in his face and shoves him off the stool.

Natus goes down like a sack of popotoes, smacking hard against the floor. Certainly bruising something.

His face throbs something fierce. A fitting end to a shite day. He bites his tongue, wanting to call his lover a few choice names, but holding back. He supposed this was Elidibus being nice, all things considered.

Natus groans, checking to make certain his sunglasses were still on his head. Phew, alright. Not cracked, but they were covered in cum. Wow, he must have shot high.

Elidibus looms over him, once again immaculate like he didn't just have his prick shoved down Natus' throat and been covered in the hero's cum.

Natus groans and lifts himself up to his knees. Stopped by his enemy crouching in front of him before he can find his feet.

Elidibus catches Natus' jaw in his hand, thumbing cruelly at his lip where he had drawn the hero's blood with the bite of his teeth. Rubbing under his nose and smearing a trickle of blood across his skin that has begun to drip down from being kicked in the face. “Where is your usual fire? That fervent flame that consumed my brethren?”

Natus leans into his hand, smiling. Intentionally meant to be aggravating. “Maybe I'm tired. You caught me at a bad time if you were wanting a fight. I'm all tuckered out.”

Elidibus' lips tug down. An expression most familiar.

“I should not have come,” he says predictably. Drawing away again, just like he always did.

How humorous the phrase “know thy enemy” when thy enemy is also your lover, your begrudging bedfellow.

“Too late for that, isn't it,” Natus says, putting on a facade of nonchalance. He was watching him very carefully now. “What do you say, this time next windsday?”

Elidibus turns towards him.

Ah, there it was. He'd gone cold again.

“I'll take that as a no,” he tries to keep his voice light, but there was a tightness in his throat. It hurts to swallow. He tells himself it's just because he gave it his all, treating Elidibus to a hell of a blowjob. Not that he was ever grateful.

“No kiss goodnight, then?”

Natus had to remind himself to laugh, rather than allowing himself to feel miserable over how their relationship had shifted. They had not been able to deny their attraction, and now everything had led to this.

Elidibus pauses, raising a hand towards his face. Hovering over his mouth a moment, but then lifting higher to press against his mask. Straightening it, or perhaps reminding himself it was there.

“The next time we meet, it will be as enemies, Warrior of Light.”

He is gone between one blink and the next.

Natus stares at the place he stood for a long, quiet moment.

The room is darker now, the moon hidden behind the clouds. The stars seemed dimmer.

He drags himself to his feet.

His bed was a siren's call beckoning him to wrap himself within his blankets and surrender to sweet oblivion, but Natus headed towards his drawers, gathering his things that he needed to wash up instead.

He could still taste him on his tongue.