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captainsigge · 3 days

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Relationship: Zevlor x OFC

Words: 4,301

Summary: "Zevlor!" she exclaimed, clutching the sheer fabric of her nightgown as if to shield herself from his gaze.

Warning: SMUT, Seduction, Cunnilingus, Light Bondage, Light BDSM

This fic is inspired by this amazing tumblr post, truly a genius. Thank you @coreene for sharing it with me.🥰

Thank you so much @dustdeepsea for beta-ing, I am forever in your debt. I hope you accept smut as payment lol :3333

Stay With Me

Zevlor stormed into Serafina's bedchamber, his heavy boots echoing against the polished wooden floor with resounding thuds. The steel and leather armor he wore clinked with each determined step. He stopped just inside the threshold, his nostrils flaring, as if sniffing the air for danger. His sharp claws flexed unconsciously, ready to lash out at any threat.

Serafina, seated at her vanity, jumped at his sudden entrance, brush stilling in her hand. She turned toward him, eyes wide with surprise. She was a vision of grace, clad in a thin, almost see-through nightgown that clung to her frame, revealing more than it concealed. The candlelight flickered, highlighting the rich yellow of her skin.

"Zevlor!" she exclaimed, clutching the sheer fabric of her nightgown as if to shield herself from his gaze.

The scandal of having a man, let alone one as formidable as Zevlor, in her bedchamber was enough to make her heart race. Yet, beneath the alarm, a hidden pleasure fluttered within her. The thought of him barging in, abruptly and unbidden, sent a thrill through her veins.

His eyes darted to the corners and shadows, his pointed ears twitching as he strained to detect any sound of an intruder. “Serafina, I heard—” he began, but his words faltered as his eyes fell upon her attire.

When the realization sank in, the flush of adrenaline quickly gave way to mortification. His eyes met hers, and he looked unsure, almost boyish in his embarrassment. The weight of his misstep bearing down on him as he took in her barely-clad form. Her nightgown, so sheer that it left little to the imagination, only deepened the crimson tint on his cheeks.

He snapped his gaze away, his horns catching the light as he turned his head sharply. "I—I apologize," Zevlor stammered, voice slightly strained.

He stepped back, trying to compose himself. "I believed there was a threat. I did not mean to intrude." His long, pointed tail flicked in agitation behind him, betraying his distress.

Serafina’s initial shock melted into a sweet smile. She had not expected him to enter her room with such haste, but she found herself secretly pleased.

She rose gracefully from her vanity, her movements gentle as she approached him. “It’s alright,” she began gently. “You were only doing your duty, after all.” She reached out, her clawed hand lightly brushing his armored arm, feeling the cold steel under her warm touch. “Perhaps next time, you might knock?”

Zevlor nodded, his gaze still avoiding hers, his focus shifting to the floor. “Yes, of course. I will. Again, my apologies.”

He took another step back, his armor feeling heavier than ever.

“There’s no need to run from me,” she teased, “I won’t bite.”

She paused looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Unless you’d ask me to.”

Zevlor froze, her flirtatious words hanging in the air between them. His eyes, which had been firmly fixed on the floor, flickered up to meet hers. Serafina's expression was coy, her smile both innocent and mischievous.

“Serafina…” Zevlor began, his voice low and uncertain.

She took a step closer, closing the small distance between them. She looked up at him, the corners of her pouty red lips curling into a smile that sent a rush of heat through him. Her fingers lingered on his armored arm and he swore he could feel her warmth through it.

“I did not mean to intrude, truly,” he repeated, clearing his throat, which suddenly felt all too dry.

His eyes traced the contours of her face, the elegant spirals of her horns, the fullness of her lips. She was so different from him; so light, where he was heavy.

Serafina chuckled, her laughter a melody to his ears. “Intrude? No, Zevlor. You’re welcome here, always.” She lifted her hand from his arm, tracing a slow path down to his bracer.

Zevlor’s breath caught in his throat, the dainty brush of her fingertips, sent a shiver through him. It was a simple gesture, yet it held an intimacy that he wasn’t accustomed to.

Her gaze never wavered. “You’re so used to your armor, aren’t you?” she mused, her voice gentle, almost as if she were speaking to a skittish animal. “Always ready for a fight, always guarded.”

Zevlor nodded, his throat still tight. “Old habits,” he managed to say, forcing an awkward chuckle. “They die hard.”

Serafina smiled, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. “Maybe some habits are worth breaking,” she suggested, her tone light, though there was an underlying meaning in her words. She let her hand linger on his bracer for a moment longer, her touch a quiet invitation, before finally stepping back.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he admitted quietly. “Though, you make it sound so simple.”

She shrugged lightly, her expression turning thoughtful. “It doesn’t have to be hard, Commander. Not everything is a battle.”

Zevlor's voice was huskier than he intended as he spoke. "Please, call me Zevlor," he insisted, his eyes flickering down almost involuntarily. The silky straps of her nightgown had slipped down her shoulders, revealing the soft curve of her breasts.

He swallowed hard, trying to rein in the sudden wave of desire that rushed through him. He was a disciplined man, yet standing here in front of her, he felt like an untested youth, vulnerable to the simplest of temptations. All the blood in his body seemed to rush downward, and he shifted uncomfortably, struggling to maintain his composure.

She noticed the shift in his expression, the way his eyes darkened, a smoldering flame rekindled. She didn’t bother to adjust the fallen straps of her nightgown, leaving them to rest where they were, exposing the smooth skin of her shoulders. She gazed at him, daring and playful, silently inviting him closer.

He felt his restraint hanging by a thread. He was so close to her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her body, to catch the faint scent of lavender on her skin.

“I—” He started to speak, but the words caught in his throat. What was he even going to say? That he should leave? That he couldn’t stay here, not with her looking at him like that, not with the memory of her touch etched into his mind? Or perhaps that he wanted to stay, more than anything.

She seemed to sense his turmoil, her smile sweet as she stepped closer, her fingers brushing lightly over the fabric of his armor. “Zevlor,” Serafina said with a tenderness that cut through the haze of his desire. “You don’t have to go.”

Her words were a balm to his frayed nerves, and yet they only added to the tension coiling in his gut. She wasn’t making this easy on him, wasn’t making it easy to be honorable, to be the man he’d always tried to be.

“I do not wish to cross a line,” he said, hesitating as he forced himself to meet her gaze, his eyes searching hers for any sign that he was misreading the situation.

However, Serafina’s expression was open, inviting, and entirely devoid of the rejection he half-expected to see. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, a glint in her eyes. “Who says there’s a line to cross?” she teased gently, her fingers tracing the edge of his bracer.

Zevlor’s heart pounded in his chest. Every instinct told him to pull away, to retreat before he did something he couldn’t take back. But another part of him, the part that had been longing for something more than duty and battle, urged him to stay.

“Serafina,” he whispered, her name a plea on his lips, his resolve crumbling with each passing second.

She reached up, her hand tenderly cupping his cheek, and the softness of her touch was his undoing. “Stay,” she whispered back, her voice like a siren’s call. “Just for a little while.”

Unable to hold himself back any longer, his restraint shattered, he surged forward like a tidal wave as he brought her into a searing kiss. He found himself gripping her by the shoulders, claws digging into flesh, crushing her against him. Their sharp teeth clicked together in a brief, clumsy collision, but neither seemed to care.

His tail snaked up her leg with a mind of its own, coiling around her thigh in a possessive embrace. Serafina gasped against his lips at the feel of the ridges caressing, teasing, so closely to her throbbing heat.

Zevlor’s hand tangled in her dark hair, pulling her head back slightly to expose the delicate curve of her neck. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her skin as he trailed his lips down the side of her throat, his sharp teeth grazing her with just enough pressure to send a thrill through her. She felt dizzy from the heat of his mouth against her neck, the way his tail tightened its hold on her leg; it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

“More,” Zevlor growled against her skin, his voice rough with need. The sound of her name on his lips, spoken in such a gravelly tone, made heat pool low in her belly.

Her hands slid down to the exposed skin at the base of his neck. Wrapping her fingers around the silky hair, her fingers tugged at the ribbon, freeing his hair so that it cascaded around his face in wild, sandy strands.

Her own tail flicked restlessly behind her as his lips found her collarbone, his sharp teeth scraping lightly against her skin. She gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her body arching into him.

“Hells,” she panted, her voice trembling. She wanted more, needed more, and from the way his hands gripped her, she knew he felt the same.

Without another word, he lifted her effortlessly, one hand gripping her waist while the other slipped beneath her, supporting her as he carried her toward the bed. His tail remained coiled around her leg, keeping her close.

As he laid her down, his armor clinking softly with the movement, Serafina’s breath quickened, her heart pounding in anticipation. He leaned over her, his face inches from hers, and for a moment, he paused, as if giving her one last chance to turn back, to stop what they had begun. But the look in her eyes, the way she reached up to pull him down to her, left no room for doubt.

And then he was kissing her again, his lips pressing down on hers with renewed fervor, more fiercely than before.

With a single, swift motion, his sharp claws raked through the cloth of her nightgown, shredding it down the middle. The sound of ripping fabric filled the room, the soft material falling away in tattered strips, leaving her exposed to his heated gaze. His eyes roved over her as he took in every curve.

“Zevlor!” she gasped as she glanced down at the ruined nightgown, the pieces of her garment now hanging loosely from her shoulders.

The cool air of the room brushed against her skin, making her shiver. “That was my favorite!” she protested.

Any further complaints were cut off by a soft, involuntary moan as Zevlor’s lips found her throat once more, his mouth trailing hot kisses down the line of her neck. He didn’t stop there, his lips continuing their descent, each kiss igniting a new spark of pleasure as he made his way lower.

When his mouth finally reached her breasts, Serafina couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips. His tongue and teeth teasing her sensitive flesh. He took his time, his sharp teeth grazing her skin just enough to elicit another gasp from her. The mixture of roughness and tenderness was heady, and she found herself lost in his touch, her hands tangling in his hair as she held him close.

He reveled in the way she responded to him, her gasps and moans spurring him on. His mouth continued its journey, worshiping every inch of her with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

“Please,” Serafina breathed, her voice quivering with need.

He groaned softly against her skin. His hands slid down her sides as he continued to kiss and nip at her, exploring every inch of her exposed flesh. Each new touch sent her spiraling further into a haze of pleasure, and she could feel her body responding to him, arching into his touch, craving more.

Serafina’s breath came in ragged gasps as his mouth moved lower still, trailing kisses down her stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The anticipation, the tension, was almost too much to bear, and she found herself trembling beneath him, her body aching for his touch, for whatever he was willing to give.

“Please,” Serafina begged again, her voice a trembling whisper barely audible over the thunderous beat of her own heart.

Zevlor froze for a heartbeat, his flaming eyes met hers. There was something primal in his stare, a hunger so deep and consuming that it was almost frightening. He looked like a man starved, a man who had been denied for too long and was now on the brink of losing control.

His eyes roamed lower, tracing the path of his earlier attentions, and he found himself captivated by the bruises that now marked her. A dark, almost predatory satisfaction curled in his chest.

The urge to claim her warred with the part of him that wanted to savor every moment, every touch, every gasp that escaped her lips. He leaned in closer, his hand moving to gently trace the marks he had left on her neck, a light touch that belied the ferocity that had put them there.

He let his hand slide down her neck, his thumb brushing against the hollow of her throat where he could feel her pulse fluttering rapidly beneath his touch. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat against his fingertips was exhilarating, grounding him in the reality of the moment. She was here, with him, and for once, he allowed himself to be selfish.

He lowered himself, his lips following the path his fingers had traced, pressing slow, deliberate kisses against each bruise as if to apologize for the roughness. But the delight in her soft sighs told him she didn’t mind.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, as his hand continued its journey down her body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “So beautiful…”

He needed her to understand, needed her to see that this wasn’t just a fleeting moment of passion for him. It was something more, something deeper, something he hadn’t dared to hope for after Avernus.

She reached up, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer until their foreheads touched. “I’m not going anywhere,” Serafina whispered, her words a promise.

A mischievous glint flickered in Zevlor’s eyes, as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, though her curiosity piqued, wondering what he had planned.

Without another word, Zevlor reached for the tattered remains of her nightgown. He tore off a strip of the fabric, its softness and delicacy contrasting with his rugged hands. With surprising gentleness, he wound the strip around her wrists, tying them together in a secure but careful knot.

He raised her bound wrists above her head, his grip unyielding. “You keep them here,” he ordered, his tone clipped and authoritative, every inch the Commander he was.

Serafina’s lips parted in surprise, but a coy smile quickly spread across her face. She bit her lip, heart racing with excitement. “Yes, Commander,” she responded obediently, testing the bonds and realizing just how thoroughly he had secured her.

Zevlor’s eyes gleamed with approval as he leaned down, his voice a low, sensual purr. “Good.”

He straightened, his hand brushing lightly over the silk binding her wrists before trailing down her body. His touch was slow, deliberate, never ceasing its tortuous path across her thighs. His fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns over her skin, teasing her, stoking the fire that burned within her. He was everywhere—everywhere but where she needed him most, and the ache of longing was almost unbearable.

As he positioned himself between her legs, the intensity of the moment seemed to heighten. Her heart raced, anticipation building in every part of her body as she felt the heat of his breath against her most sensitive skin. He didn't hesitate, burying himself between her thighs with a hunger that made her gasp. His nose brushed against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her, while his mouth explored her depths with an almost reverent passion.

A deep, rumbling moan escaped from him, vibrating through her body. He was lost in her, his moans and hums filling the air, as if he was savoring every second of it. The pleasure was mutual, shared, his desire for her palpable in every movement. His sharp claws dug into her thighs just enough to keep her grounded, holding her open for him, ensuring she had no choice but to submit.

His tongue moved with purpose, circling, teasing, then plunging deeper, a rhythm that had her breath coming in ragged gasps. She couldn’t stop her hips from bucking against his face, chasing the ecstasy he was so expertly delivering.

Zevlor's claws brushed against the soft flesh of her inner thighs as they trembled beneath his hands. He could feel every muscle twitching, every response her body gave to him, and it only fueled his desire. He loved the way she reacted to him, the way her legs trembled with each movement of his mouth, but more than that, he loved the way she opened up for him—completely vulnerable, completely his.

But as much as he relished being caged between her thighs, his head trapped by her pleasure, there was a part of him that craved more—he wanted her entirely open, exposed, so he could see her, touch her, feel every part of her surrender. He pulled back for a moment, his lips glistening, his breath ragged, and looked upon her with a dark ferocity.

His hands slid up her thighs, parting them even wider, ensuring she was completely open to him. He lowered his head again, his tongue flicking against her clit with a precision that had her crying out, her back arching off the bed as the pleasure swirled inside her.

Serafina’s hands, still bound by the strip of her nightgown, clenched above her head as she moaned his name, the sound barely coherent as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Every nerve in her body was on fire, and she could feel herself unraveling beneath his touch, her entire being consumed by the pleasure he was giving her.

Zevlor intensified his efforts, his mouth working her with a ruthless, unrelenting pace. He was completely lost in her, in the taste of her, in the way her body responded to him so perfectly, and he wasn’t going to stop until he had her completely undone beneath him.

"Zevlor..." she whimpered, her voice a broken plea as she felt herself nearing the precipice, her body trembling with the intensity of it.

When she cried out his name, her body shuddering with pleasure, Zevlor held her steady, his grip never wavering as he continued to devour her, drawing out every last bit of her pleasure until she was left breathless and spent beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Zevlor barely gave her a moment’s rest before continuing his relentless assault, his tongue lapping at her, driving her sensitivity to unbearable heights. She twitched beneath him, her hands instinctively moved to push him away, seeking a reprieve from the overwhelming sensations. But before she could stop him, his hand was already there, catching her wrists easily in his strong grip.

"What did I say?" he scolded.

His large hand engulfed her wrists, effortlessly pinning them back above her head.

"Too much," she managed to say between shallow breaths, her body trembling.

Zevlor’s expression softened for a brief moment, his thumb gently stroking her wrists where his hand held them captive. "Do you wish to stop?" he asked.

“No!” Serafina exclaimed, her voice breaking with urgency.

Zevlor’s lips curled into a knowing smile, as he moved back between her legs. "Good," he murmured, kissing her inner thigh. "Then you will take what I give you."

Without another word, his mouth was on her again, lapping at her with renewed intensity, pushing her back into the devastating tide of pleasure. Her gasp echoed through the room, sharp and desperate, as her body arched involuntarily, her back lifting from the sheets in response to the sudden onslaught.

Her nerves ablaze, each flick of his tongue building a pleasure that teetered on the edge of pain. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch it, but Zevlor didn’t relent. His grip on her thighs tightened, holding her open and vulnerable, while her body trembled beneath him, caught in the relentless rhythm of his devotion.

“Zev—” she breathed, voice cracking, but the words dissolved into a moan as the pleasure surged again, flooding through her, pushing her higher and higher.

Once he was finally satisfied, he pulled back, lips wet and glistening. With a last, heated glance, he stood, moving away to remove his armor. The metallic clinks of his gear hitting the floor filled the room.

Serafina, her body still recovering, propped herself up on her elbows, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady her breathing. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight, the way his muscles tensed as he freed himself from the confines of his armor.

He crawled up onto the bed, his large frame moving with surprising grace as his hands gripped her hips. Slowly, he positioned himself between her legs, his breath hitching as he felt the heat of her body envelop him. With a low growl, he began to push forward, his throbbing member slipping into her warmth. The sensation overwhelmed him, and he had to stop or it would have been over far too soon.

His forehead rested briefly against hers, the weight of his desire battling with his need for control. Breathing through his nose, every muscle in his body taut. His hand trembled slightly as he lifted it to her tied wrists, holding them down firmly against the bed. The other hand found its way to her hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands, pulling her closer to him.

Serafina’s whimpers turned into moans when he resumed, his pace was erratic and urgent, as he fucked her into the bed. His thoughts were wild, scattered—he was lost in her, in the way she felt, the way her body welcomed him so completely. The erratic thrusts became more fervent, his ridges dragging along her inner walls, rubbing against that spot which had her gasping, tightening around him with every stroke.

She didn’t seem to mind his lack of rhythm. In fact, every time his body surged against hers, her cries grew louder, her body responding to his every move with an unrestrained fervor. She could feel every bump and ridge as she writhed beneath him, her back arching, her nails digging into the sheets, her face a perfect mask of ecstasy. Her moans echoed in the small room, each sound spurring him on, driving him closer to the edge.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her—her flushed skin, her parted lips, her bound wrists above her head as she surrendered herself fully to him. Every part of her was his in this moment, and it ignited something fierce and possessive within him. He had to have her, all of her. The thought consumed him, twisted inside him like a fire that wouldn’t be extinguished.

The idea of her with someone else, of another man touching her like this, drove him to madness. He couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t. She was his—she had to be.

Zevlor felt her climax wash over him, her body convulsing around him. It pushed him past the point of control. With a final, deep growl, he let go, spilling into her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot and heavy against her skin, as he rode out his release, unwilling to let her go even for a second.

With a soft sigh, he slipped out. His sharp claws made quick work of the makeshift bindings, the delicate fabric tearing away easily. Once she was unbound, he gathered her into his arms, pulling her close.

She snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest. He inhaled deeply, savoring the lavender scent that clung to her skin, now mingled with the heat of their lovemaking. He closed his eyes, committing it to memory, wishing he could hold onto it forever.

"You owe me silk," Serafina grumbled sleepily, her eyes already fluttering closed as exhaustion pulled her toward sleep.

Zevlor smiled down at her, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. "I owe you so much more than that," he murmured in response. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her sweaty forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as if to seal the promise behind his words.

Carefully, he reached for the nearby blanket and wrapped it around their entwined bodies, holding her close. The weight of his past, his burdens, all felt lighter now in her presence. She was his light, his solace. As her breathing slowed and her body relaxed into his, Zevlor found himself holding onto her just a little tighter, silently vowing never to let her go.

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