#kyr x raesa

[djarinsbeskar]

Stitches!Verse: the newest member of the rhaer's harem.

Pairing: Kyr Carria/Raesa(Fem!OC)

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Just some writing practice expanding on some of the original relationships and lore on Pamarthe. Doesn't impact the greater Stitches timeline/plot, so feel free to ignore!

“Why are you hovering in the shadows, little fawn?”

If there was ever a person who embodied the delicacy of the doe; her skittishness and beauty—it was Raesa. She had captivated Kyr’s eye almost as soon as she had entered his territory, hidden amongst the towering aisles of the sanctuary where she worked, diligently transcribing poems and song into a chronological account of Pamarthen history. In particular, the coloured history of Clan Carria.

She was the first of his harem he hadn’t fucked before inviting into that prestigious group.

Though shy, she had agreed with such immediacy that it stroked along the spine of Kyr’s ego, made him hunger for her. But the little fawn needed to find her feet, before she found herself under him—and Kyr had plenty of warm bodies to distract himself with in the meantime.

That celibacy hadn’t lasted long, however. Tiptoeing around each other—avoiding twigs that snapped and leaves that crunched in order to feign ignorance of the others’ presence an edging game that left Kyr rock hard and the woman he buried that frustration in thanking Raesa with giggling gossip the next morning.

Raesa positively blushed at the insinuation every time, unable to hide it as said woman braided her hair in the harems summer solar. She was still adjusting and though the network of friends and support provided by the women who made up the rhaer’s harem were a welcome addition to her life, it was still new. And Raesa struggled with new.

It was by that struggle that Kyr and Raesa would finally bond.

When she slipped away into Siodam’s forest to one of the lonelier creeks to bathe and he spotted her weaving through the trees from his balcony. Still unaccustomed to the shared bathhouse, she preferred the privacy of the fresh water still chilly in the young suns weak rays.

He followed. And seeing her sitting naked on one of the many smooth, submerged rocks in the shallow water – free of clothing and makeup, hair wild and looking every inch a primal goddess – he didn’t hesitate to make his presence known. She welcomed him into the water and into her bed, into her as he joined her night after night to slake his hunger for the lovely soul that had haunted his dreams for months.

He still found it endearing how – even after that – she just about jumped out of her skin now when his voice rumbled across her skin, the hint of amusement noticeable in his voice lost in the flurry of nervousness at being addressed.

In front of all those advisors too, Siodam—she should have just waited until later…

The rhaer looked nonplussed, unperturbed as he interrupted the advisor currently speaking. He had his chin resting on his palm, elbow propped and eyes scanning the great hall for something to lay his attentions on. Anything but harvest logistics.

That something, was Raesa.

A feline smirk spread on tempting lips and lit golden eyes with an infernal glow beneath the strands of brunette hair that had escaped his tie. His gaze was lazy as it dipped down the length of her body. A caress in its’ own right, it touched her with honey warmth—sweet, bad for her.

Her stomach plummeted down her navel, an arousing awareness at being the doe spotted by the stag.

Don’t run, he’ll only chase you. He’ll only enjoy it more.

It was only instinct telling her to bolt, like it did to everything. But she didn’t want to run from him, not really. It was a habit she was slowly but surely breaking with his assistance. Every night spent with him inside her, every shattering orgasm chipping away at the hardwired reactions she had to flee from everything and everyone.

Hypersensitive, people called her. An insult.

A survivor, he called her. A compliment.

Nipples pebbled beneath the sheer length dress – it was summer after all – flowing like water down her curves, his effect on her was instant and obvious. It made the smirk nefarious in its’ intent, and his molten eyes lethal in their hold.

Another advisor had begun speaking, commenting on the previous mans’ findings and adding his two credits. They all knew where this was going. Still, better to let the rhaer have his doe. At least then he would be in a better mood. At least then he would be less obstinate and more likely to allow them to go ahead with the plans they had painstakingly prepared to present to him.

He pushed himself up to sit properly, still watching her—and held out a hand, palm open to the willowy beauty. He never commanded, only invited silently. And it was that quiet strength that made it impossible to want to refuse him.

Raesa was across the hall before she was aware her feet were moving. Small hand in his, his fingers swallowed hers as he closed them around her, thumb rubbing with familiar affection across her inner wrist.

“Mm…do not fear that you’re ever interrupting me, little one—” he guessed her worries instantly.

Chewing her bottom lip, Raesa all but forgot about the meeting going on—eyes dropping to his lap in embarrassment. She might accept him every time he came to her, but despite being part of his harem, she had yet to approach him herself for fear of being in the way.

He knew immediately.

And the colour it resulted in on her cheeks only made the weathered leather of his pants tighten further. That made her flush even further when she noticed.

“How was your morning?” he continued, the words so low she felt them rather than heard them—the sound making her all the more aware of her arousal as they shot with single-minded focus to her cunt, pooling with wetness in underwear she wasn’t wearing.

“Slow,” she began, the sound of her voice making the stag inhale through his nose audibly, as though scenting her very vocal cords, “I finished up some work in the sanctuary—”

“I imagine we’ll soon have more history books than we know what to do with,” the hint of a smile quirked the corner of his mouth, “those sentinels are treating you right, little love?”

She nodded, beaming at his encouragement even though she knew his interests lay in the outdoors, not in books.

“So a good morning, all in all?” he hummed, leaning back against the fur lined Seat of his rule, tugging her between his legs as he did so with confident ease.

“Mm…almost,” she admitted to the curious arch of a single brow, eyes alight with amused interest.

“Almost?”

Raesa nodded, her hands falling to the solid expanse of his thighs—fingers splayed not fitting fully over the tops of them. Strong, fast, as lethal as his gaze and as devastating as his voice. She held that gaze now as she dropped to her knees, slow—purposeful, to catch every shift of his irises as they changed, darkened.

He didn’t stop her from undoing the laces of his pants, too tight to be comfortable… and even when one of his advisors cleared his throat, Kyr only waved a hand dismissively for him to continue his presentation. And all the while, his gaze never left hers.

Not when she pulled his cock from his pants. Not when she wet it with small, tentative licks. Not when she stroked the girthy length of it with slow drags of her wrist up and down it.

His eyes only fell closed when she took him into her mouth, a suppressed groan showing in a strained jaw and head tipped back as he basked in the pleasure. Falling into a comfortable rhythm, Raesa would soon find his hand in her hair, guiding her down his cock while he went back to listening to the meeting. Nodding to certain demands and feeling much more generous than he had an hour before.

[frostsoldier]

Stitches!Verse: the newest member of the rhaer's harem.

Pairing: Kyr Carria/Raesa(Fem!OC)

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Just some writing practice expanding on some of the original relationships and lore on Pamarthe. Doesn't impact the greater Stitches timeline/plot, so feel free to ignore!

“Why are you hovering in the shadows, little fawn?”

If there was ever a person who embodied the delicacy of the doe; her skittishness and beauty—it was Raesa. She had captivated Kyr’s eye almost as soon as she had entered his territory, hidden amongst the towering aisles of the sanctuary where she worked, diligently transcribing poems and song into a chronological account of Pamarthen history. In particular, the coloured history of Clan Carria.

She was the first of his harem he hadn’t fucked before inviting into that prestigious group.

Though shy, she had agreed with such immediacy that it stroked along the spine of Kyr’s ego, made him hunger for her. But the little fawn needed to find her feet, before she found herself under him—and Kyr had plenty of warm bodies to distract himself with in the meantime.

That celibacy hadn’t lasted long, however. Tiptoeing around each other—avoiding twigs that snapped and leaves that crunched in order to feign ignorance of the others’ presence an edging game that left Kyr rock hard and the woman he buried that frustration in thanking Raesa with giggling gossip the next morning.

Raesa positively blushed at the insinuation every time, unable to hide it as said woman braided her hair in the harems summer solar. She was still adjusting and though the network of friends and support provided by the women who made up the rhaer’s harem were a welcome addition to her life, it was still new. And Raesa struggled with new.

It was by that struggle that Kyr and Raesa would finally bond.

When she slipped away into Siodam’s forest to one of the lonelier creeks to bathe and he spotted her weaving through the trees from his balcony. Still unaccustomed to the shared bathhouse, she preferred the privacy of the fresh water still chilly in the young suns weak rays.

He followed. And seeing her sitting naked on one of the many smooth, submerged rocks in the shallow water – free of clothing and makeup, hair wild and looking every inch a primal goddess – he didn’t hesitate to make his presence known. She welcomed him into the water and into her bed, into her as he joined her night after night to slake his hunger for the lovely soul that had haunted his dreams for months.

He still found it endearing how – even after that – she just about jumped out of her skin now when his voice rumbled across her skin, the hint of amusement noticeable in his voice lost in the flurry of nervousness at being addressed.

In front of all those advisors too, Siodam—she should have just waited until later…

The rhaer looked nonplussed, unperturbed as he interrupted the advisor currently speaking. He had his chin resting on his palm, elbow propped and eyes scanning the great hall for something to lay his attentions on. Anything but harvest logistics.

That something, was Raesa.

A feline smirk spread on tempting lips and lit golden eyes with an infernal glow beneath the strands of brunette hair that had escaped his tie. His gaze was lazy as it dipped down the length of her body. A caress in its’ own right, it touched her with honey warmth—sweet, bad for her.

Her stomach plummeted down her navel, an arousing awareness at being the doe spotted by the stag.

Don’t run, he’ll only chase you. He’ll only enjoy it more.

It was only instinct telling her to bolt, like it did to everything. But she didn’t want to run from him, not really. It was a habit she was slowly but surely breaking with his assistance. Every night spent with him inside her, every shattering orgasm chipping away at the hardwired reactions she had to flee from everything and everyone.

Hypersensitive, people called her. An insult.

A survivor, he called her. A compliment.

Nipples pebbled beneath the sheer length dress – it was summer after all – flowing like water down her curves, his effect on her was instant and obvious. It made the smirk nefarious in its’ intent, and his molten eyes lethal in their hold.

Another advisor had begun speaking, commenting on the previous mans’ findings and adding his two credits. They all knew where this was going. Still, better to let the rhaer have his doe. At least then he would be in a better mood. At least then he would be less obstinate and more likely to allow them to go ahead with the plans they had painstakingly prepared to present to him.

He pushed himself up to sit properly, still watching her—and held out a hand, palm open to the willowy beauty. He never commanded, only invited silently. And it was that quiet strength that made it impossible to want to refuse him.

Raesa was across the hall before she was aware her feet were moving. Small hand in his, his fingers swallowed hers as he closed them around her, thumb rubbing with familiar affection across her inner wrist.

“Mm…do not fear that you’re ever interrupting me, little one—” he guessed her worries instantly.

Chewing her bottom lip, Raesa all but forgot about the meeting going on—eyes dropping to his lap in embarrassment. She might accept him every time he came to her, but despite being part of his harem, she had yet to approach him herself for fear of being in the way.

He knew immediately.

And the colour it resulted in on her cheeks only made the weathered leather of his pants tighten further. That made her flush even further when she noticed.

“How was your morning?” he continued, the words so low she felt them rather than heard them—the sound making her all the more aware of her arousal as they shot with single-minded focus to her cunt, pooling with wetness in underwear she wasn’t wearing.

“Slow,” she began, the sound of her voice making the stag inhale through his nose audibly, as though scenting her very vocal cords, “I finished up some work in the sanctuary—”

“I imagine we’ll soon have more history books than we know what to do with,” the hint of a smile quirked the corner of his mouth, “those sentinels are treating you right, little love?”

She nodded, beaming at his encouragement even though she knew his interests lay in the outdoors, not in books.

“So a good morning, all in all?” he hummed, leaning back against the fur lined Seat of his rule, tugging her between his legs as he did so with confident ease.

“Mm…almost,” she admitted to the curious arch of a single brow, eyes alight with amused interest.

“Almost?”

Raesa nodded, her hands falling to the solid expanse of his thighs—fingers splayed not fitting fully over the tops of them. Strong, fast, as lethal as his gaze and as devastating as his voice. She held that gaze now as she dropped to her knees, slow—purposeful, to catch every shift of his irises as they changed, darkened.

He didn’t stop her from undoing the laces of his pants, too tight to be comfortable… and even when one of his advisors cleared his throat, Kyr only waved a hand dismissively for him to continue his presentation. And all the while, his gaze never left hers.

Not when she pulled his cock from his pants. Not when she wet it with small, tentative licks. Not when she stroked the girthy length of it with slow drags of her wrist up and down it.

His eyes only fell closed when she took him into her mouth, a suppressed groan showing in a strained jaw and head tipped back as he basked in the pleasure. Falling into a comfortable rhythm, Raesa would soon find his hand in her hair, guiding her down his cock while he went back to listening to the meeting. Nodding to certain demands and feeling much more generous than he had an hour before.