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Your eyes flick open at the first shift in aether around you.
At first you weren’t so sensitive to such changes; but this particular visitor changed that rather quickly. Sleep is already fading from your mind as you slowly rise in your sleeping bag, rubbing the drowsiness from your eyes as the aether continues to shift in an almost soothing, yet insistent way. Your attention is obviously desired, but not so urgently that you would throw on whatever was available and run to see if there was trouble.
As you shift to crawl out of your sleeping bag, the aether becomes less insistent, and a bit more patient. Fumbling around your tent in the dark, you manage to find a robe, unwilling to change to meet your mysterious visitor. Grabbing the first pair of shoes you can find, you look less than elegant, but you at least look decent enough to step outside. Clutching the robe closed, you poke your head out of your tent, quickly scanning around.
Your tent is on the outer ring of tents outside the camp. In preparing to research the mysterious Crystal Tower, you had agreed to join the little venture with Saint Coinachs’. With Gaius van Baelsar defeated and Eorzea enjoying a short time of peace, the Scions had wished you well as you sought out to continue your adventures until the next issue arose.
You enjoyed your time with the Sons of Saint Coinach, Rammbroes readily welcoming you in with open arms to engage in research. It was refreshing to meet so many new faces, start a new adventure after you had gotten a bit antsy waiting for something, anything to happen.
Right now, the researchers felt brave enough to venture closer to the tower now that they had the Warrior of Light to aid them. Before your arrival, the threat of monsters proved too dangerous and real to even think of drawing closer to the tower, as badly as they wanted to study the contents within. But with a few well placed spells and a war cry for show, the group was ready to slowly make their way toward the Crystal Tower to investigate.
Your tent had been placed closer to the outside of the makeshift encampment, ready to hear any potential threats. As such, it should be easy to sneak out of the camp undetected.
Poking your head out of your tent, you look left, look right, finding that thankfully all the surrounding tents are dark. None of the tents are illuminated by lamplight, meaning no one is doing a little light reading before bed. Praying none of the scholars near your tent are light sleepers, you creep out of your tent much like a worm, soundless as you gently close the flaps of the tent closed again. Standing to your feet, you gingerly make your way out of the camp.
While the scholars did depend heavily on your protection, they were at least courteous enough to have a night watch going, and thankfully it was not Rammbroes turn. A plain, hyuran man sits before the dying embers of the fire, looking ready to doze off himself. His eyes catch your own though, shock registering as his body prepares to jump up into action. You quickly calm him that there’s no danger as silently as you can, as the last thing you need is everyone to wake up.
He gives you a confused look and thinking of an excuse, you quickly mouth “bathroom” to him. It takes a few tries, as the man is not a good lip reader, but eventually he gets the message and begins to relax. With any luck, he’ll give into the sweet call of sleep and doze off before he notices you’ve been gone far too long for a regular bathroom trip.
Once out of line of sight, you speed up your pace, no longer having to tiptoe by sleeping researchers, which was not so hard when the majority of the ground was crystallized. There was little loose gravel to shift beneath your feet, and the land was devoid of grass for you to rustle through making for a clean getaway.
The night air is cool against your skin as you clutch your robe a little tighter to you, following the tendril of aether to its owner. While you found it hard to deny your caller, you enjoyed your rest just as anyone else. You would be sure to remind him of this fact, even though night was really the only time you could rendezvous without arousing suspicion.
It was difficult really, having to balance your wanderlust and thirst for adventure with your risky behavior. With the time off given to you, you could have easily met your caller whenever you wished, but they were just as busy as you, disappearing days to weeks on end. Adventuring filled those hours you would spend thinking of them, even if it meant making your windows to meet noticeably smaller.
I wouldn’t have to sneak around either, you grumble inwardly, but deep down you wouldn't change it for the world. You get a sizable distance away from the camp, and you hope tonight isn’t the night of all nights that some monster horde decides to attack, your caller drawing you back to the empty Saint Coinach’s Find. With the bulk of the researchers at the campsite and any remaining ones at home, the area is eerily quiet, but most importantly-- empty.
The call comes strongest from one of the bigger tents, and you kneel slightly as you push the flap of the ten aside to let yourself in. The tent is roomier than most, containing a few desks and some bookshelves, all manners of scrolls and tomes hanging from them. Patient as you are, it doesn’t stop you from noticing the sudden appearance of your caller, smirking to yourself as you don’t immediately address his appearance.
“An interesting setting you’ve chosen. I would have thought you would have chosen somewhere far more secluded. Though I am willing to forgive you a bit for rousing me from my bedrest since I am no longer lying upon the cold ground.” You hum, not turning to face them quite yet.
“A pity, though that was not my original intention.” A male voice glides over your senses like melted chocolate, echoing around the space, surrounding you in its power. A nearby oil lamp flares to life, though neither of you had physically moved to turn it on. You notice that for a small lamp its flame burns unnaturally bright, leaving hardly a shadow in the tent. “I thought a more...secluded area would better suit our meeting.”
Smirking, you still have yet to face your “companion”. “A meeting? Is that what we call this now?” you can’t help but tease, already able to see a reddening face without even having to lay eyes on him. “Though I have to lament at such a closed off space.” Finally turning to face him, if only to see his reaction, you give a wicked grin. “Did you not enjoy us nearly getting caught last time?”
The man -- the being, rather -- brings a hand up to hide a cough, and even though the hood of his cloak casts his face in shadow and the red mask hides the majority of his features, you can still see a tingle of pink dusting across his cheeks. You can’t help but giggle at his reaction, even more so when you can see him fight off a pout. “Your amusement is interesting, seeing as it was your secret nearly exposed.”
Dressed in the same white cloak as usual, your eyes run along the familiar gold and silver trim. The cloak hides a lean form underneath, as if the fabric was meant to make him indistinguishable from anyone else despite its white color. Aside from the robes themself, the only other distinguishing feature was the red mask on his face, made of some unknown material. The mask perfectly shrouded his eyes in darkness, leaving only his cheeks and jaw exposed, adding to his mystery.
Well, to anyone else anyway.
“Elidibus,” you laugh, sauntering your way over to him. “You mean to say that this isn’t your secret as well? Am I to guess that even Lahabrea knows of us?”
Face impassive, he allows your close proximity. Even though he does not smile warmly, you can feel how he leans into your body as your arms wrap around his midsection. His arms encircle you as well, allowing you to rest your chin on his chest as you gaze up at him. “What I do in between rejoinings bears no relevance.” he answers in that usual cryptic way. You don’t know why you expected anything else.
“I see.” you respond simply, feeling devious. “Then I suppose that you have nowhere else to be for the evening?” you ask innocently, gently shifting a hand up his back to grab at the fabric of his robes. Giving a firm tug, you manage to pull his hood off of his head, exposing the fluffy mass of hair underneath. The real magic was how he managed to hide so much hair under that hood, unable to resist untangling your arms to loop them around his neck instead to bury your fingers in the softness.
“I have no outstanding arrangements.” he grumbles, clearly displeased with how you’ve taken matters into your own hands, but making no moves to stop you. Despite being a being older than time immemorial, despite being your sworn enemy--
He gave you these allowances. Comforts and indulgences for your very mortal whims that he would allow no other.
Stroking your fingers through his hair, your gaze is full of longing, full of desire, while his mask stares back. “Would you be amenable to spending some time with me, then?”
He frowns then, even if he won’t let go. You can tell he’s already warring within himself, and you inwardly give a resigned sigh as you prepare for a few extra minutes of sweet words and careful touches to convince your lover to live a little. “Elidibus,”
“I do not know what you have in mind--”
“You are very aware of just what I have--” you attempt to interrupt, but he continues as if you hadn’t spoken at all.
“But I did not intend to stay long.” he finishes, clearly trying to put on his best brave face from beneath the mask. He would be rather convincing if his own body didn’t betray him; you can feel how his torso leans into your own, how his hands unconsciously slide from your hips and tease the top of your backside, itching to take your cheeks in hand.
“Oh, then what did you come here for, Emissary?” You question, deciding to turn up the heat. You did not wake up from the dead of sleep and abandon your post to have him suddenly back out of what he wanted.
You would be getting your way tonight.
“You didn’t come here to try and sway me from my path again, did you?” you question, shifting to your toes to press a gentle kiss to the underside of his jaw. His breath hitches then, his hands shifting to grab your backside in full. You’re sure he can feel your smirk against his skin.
“An exercise in futility,” he replies, trying to sound as unaffected as possible. But you can feel the tension. “We would not be here if you were so easily swayed.” Though it is a subject the two of you had agreed to avoid altogether, you can hear the quiet resignation in his voice, that he has made peace with your decision.
“Then pray tell, what is the reason for your visit?” you press on, digging your hands a bit deeper in his hair. You give a firm tug that has a moan escape his throat, humming as you begin to press kisses to his neck. You can literally feel his breath quicken beneath your lips, feel him swallow another groan as you keep your hold on him firm. “Be honest. You came so that I could tarnish that pristine image of yours, didn’t you?”
His grip on you tightens just faintly. “You think me innocent?” he rasps, the talons of his gloves catching in your night robe. It would be nothing for him to wish it away with nothing but a thought, but he remains stubborn still, fighting what he so desperately wants, but feels is denied to him by duty.
“After our recent escapades? Hardly.” you answer honestly, tilting him forward to pepper kisses along his jawline. “‘Innocent’, is not the word. I was thinking more...overworked.” You shift your hands to cup his face. “High strung.” You take his mask in hand and gently pull it away, watching as it fades into mist. “Stressed.” Lavender eyes swirling with silver gaze back at you, a myriad of emotions swirling in their ancient depths. “I think you could stand to unwind.”
Before he can protest you bring his lips to yours, and for all his posturing, he returns it without a thought. In fact, he is the one to deepen the kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip in a quiet request for entrance. Just like that he’s slowly letting down his walls, one hand moving from your bottom to thread itself in your hair, gripping just hard enough to aid him in tilting your head to his liking.
You give a dreamy sigh as the kiss continues, gasping as he gives your backside a firm squeeze with the hand that still held it captive. “Feeling a little more amenable?” you ask, searching his eyes for any wish to stop. No matter how keyed up you got, you would always stop when he asked.
“I am reconsidering,” he concedes with a sigh, eyes half lidded as he takes in your swollen lips. “...though that depends on what you desire. Like you, I have responsibilities I must needs return to.”
Giving him a light shove at his implied insult, you fix him with a weak scowl even as he shifts his attention to sucking at the skin at your neck. You drift closer to one of the desks, the two of you still wrapped in another’s arms. You shift to sit half of your weight upon the desk, balancing your weight on one leg as Elidibus settles himself between your thighs. “Was it not you who called me here?”
“A test to see if you would abandon your post. You failed.” he responds smoothly, even as he’s trying to pull your gown from your shoulders.
You can’t help but laugh at how naturally he delivers the blow, bringing him back up for a heady kiss. “Since you seem to be the authority on being responsible, perhaps you could punish me for my behavior?” you try, resisting the urge to rub your thighs together from his unintentional teasing. Though he was searching for more skin to nibble, he wasn’t working any harder to get you out of your robe or pajamas. A little more baiting would be in order.
“I had already told you,”
“Elidibus.” you huff, giving him a sharp nip on his neck. “Your goal is balance is it not? Have you not considered that your devotion to your duty and your recreational time are not equal?” He frowns then, but you gently nudge him in the right direction. “You’ve said yourself that you have millenia to plan, do you not? What is ten minutes of pleasure to eternity?”
You smirk at him confidently, though you find it falling as you don’t get the reaction you were hoping for. You had meant to poke the figurative bear, to taunt him into getting what you want. However, there is a surety in his eyes, a quiet confidence that leaves you squirming before him. It was not often you felt like this, that his poise had thrown you off kilter…but it did happen.
Frowning, as you try to gain the high ground again even though he’s not breathed a word. “And just what is that look for?” you huff, poking your lip out until his talons resume their trail across your chest. He looks enamored, entranced, and yet only the quirk of his lips is the only hint of how bemused he is.
“I find your attempts to rouse my ire…” you whimper as the talon begins to rend through the fabric, magic ripping the seams of your top to exposes your breasts to his ravenous gaze. “...amusing.” he finishes, as if he had to search for a word that would not offend you.
“Amusing how?” you question, his eyes following the trail as he reveals more and more of your flesh to him. No matter how aloof he acted, no matter how detached or unconcerned, his eyes always gave him away. You can’t help but shiver as he glides the backside of the claw over your skin. The material of your pajamas are not the thickest, allowing you to feel the cool, metallic material of his claws.
His gaze turns into one of appraisal, appreciative as his hand trails further, the talon hooking on the waistband of your pajama pants. He remains quiet still, almost humming to himself, his eyes once again giving way to a man presented with a meal he had every intention to devour. “I cannot fault you for what you do not know.” he muses in that cryptic way of his again.
And yet as his eyes finally glide back up to you, your breath is stolen away as you see the hunger there, arrested by the desire swirling in the near silvery depths. Even as you feel his claw begin to rip through your pants, you don’t look away, only breathing again as he leans forward for one last kiss. As your tongues dance you chase after his lips, feeling his smirk as he begins to press more kisses down your front.
Letting your robe slip from your shoulders, you pull the ripped portions of your top away to expose your breasts to the surprisingly warm air. “I feel as though I should be offended somehow.” you mumble, not wanting to protest further lest he stopped what he was doing. “Are your duties so great that we can spend so little time together?”
He hums, gliding his hands along the curve of your waist. “Have you ever considered I keep our meetings short for your benefit? After all,” he gazes at you from beneath powdery lashes, passion searing through every press of his lips to your skin as he gives you a firm shove to push you fully onto the desk. “Without a mortal host, I am not limited to mortal constraints.”
Though you do not see it, you can hear the smirk in his words, the open ended invitation that if you wanted, if you really wanted, he would do just that. Keep you tied down in his ardor for days until you had been overwhelmed with so much pleasure you hardly remembered who you were.
“A tempting offer,” you breathe, trying to play off how flustered that prospect made you, “but as you mentioned earlier, I have already left my post and you’ve already gotten me quite worked up. You at least wouldn’t be opposed to tending to my needs, would you?”
He gives a single chuckle, using his talons to once again rip a clean line through your pajama pants, hooking the point of the claw in your underwear, eyes fixated on the evidence of your arousal. “I suppose I could satisfy your desires.”
You give him a playful growl that quickly becomes a startled squeal as he hooks your legs over his shoulders, the rest of your pants fading into mist, allowing you to feel the smooth material of his robes beneath your legs. It’s only times like these you wish his hair wasn’t so voluminous, tufts of it shrouding his face as he finally leans forward and pulls your underwear to the side and licks a long stripe up your clit.
Your hips jerk immediately at the contact, hands unable to decide if they want to bury themselves in his hair quite yet, so you settle for gripping the edge of the desk. You cry out as his tongue continues to lick at you, toes curling as the heels of your feet dig into his back. “Gods, Elidibus,” you pant, embarrassed that he got such a reaction out of you so early.
“Are you unwell, Warrior?” he asks, rubbing the backside of the talon along your clit. You hiss at the contact, the metal impossibly cool against your feverish body, your legs trembling from the dual sensations as he adds a bit of pressure.
“I am fine,” you whimper, angling your hips toward his face, “though I find you too talkative for my liking.” You huff, heart beating out of time at the sass you can see oozing off of him.
“Really? I recall you protesting my lack of speech.” he muses, gazing back at the feast laid out before him. “Though if you believe my mouth is better suited to other tasks, I will not deny you.” He presses his lips to your lower ones, encircling your clit and giving a hard suck that has you moaning unashamed into the night. Your head falls back as he truly begins to engross himself in his task.
Another hand comes up to aid him in his quest, the glove fading to mist as the pads make contact with the core of your desire. He rests the hand with the talons on your thigh, lightly dragging the point of the claws over your thighs, a gesture so small and yet so big for how it makes you tremble before him. A bare finger from his other hand slips inside you, the Ascian tilting his head allowing him to flick your clit with his tongue in time with his finger thrusting in and out of you.
You did not deserve him.
Not when you felt lightheaded from how good he was making you feel, your eyes screwing shut as he picked up the pace. You can’t stop your body from seeking him out, your legs trying to bring him closer at the same time you roll your hips toward his face. Opening your eyes, you regret ever doing so, as you can finally see his magical eyes staring back up at you, glazed over with passion. The sight alone steals your breath away, making the movements of his tongue and fingers that much more intense.
He seems to sense this, smirking against your core as he once again wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, pumping his fingers harder until you’re unable to hold back your noises. “I-I can’t,” you whimper, unable to stop yourself from finally grabbing his hair, unable to look away from his eyes as they peer into your soul. “Elidibus!” you cry out, forgetting how to breathe as he finally pulls you into bliss.
The Emissary is thankfully merciful, slowing his pace as you allow the pleasure to ebb while the afterglow settles in, arms trembling to even hold yourself up after that orgasm. Elidibus is thankfully quick to make his way back up your body, hooking an arm around your back to bring your lips to his for a searing kiss. The taste of yourself on his lips only renews your need for him, a need to see him come undone just as he had done for you.
“Would you be--” you start, between kisses, working your hands to get inside his robes, “-- opposed to --” you growl as he tries to stop your efforts, “--staying a bit longer?”
His efforts at stopping your attempt to undress him are not that of someone who wants you gone. You know he’s just as hot and bothered as you are, and you are unwilling to send him away unsatisfied. “Do you not need to return to your post?” he asks, trying to use you as a way out.
“If you would hurry up and get undressed, I could!” you hiss, instead going for a different approach. You give him a decent shove to push him off of you and slide off the desk, grabbing him by the hand to lead him to the chair accompanying it. Confusion is evident on his face but he doesn’t stop you from sitting him down in the chair, swinging a leg over his to straddle him face on. You pull him into a distracting kiss, letting your hands trail down to the noticeable bulge beneath his robes.
“Stubborn fool,” you growl between kisses, even when he chases after your lips as you finally wrestle his cock free from his trousers.
He groans into your mouth as you wrap your hands around his shaft, thumb rubbing against the underside that has him nearly whimper your name into your mouth. “By Zodiark,” he groans, eyes fluttering closed.
His grip on you grows desperate, hungry, and you swoop in for the kill. “Would you still deny yourself now? Still clinging on to your duty?” you tease, unable to help yourself.
Just as he begins to open his mouth, you hear footsteps drawing near and your heart stops.
Your eyes immediately turn to the entrance of the tent, straining to hear whoever it is. Is it the night watch coming to see if you’re okay? Is it one of the Scions?
You turn back to Elidibus, flashing him a panicked look as you quickly pull yourself off him, glaring at him for having divested you of all your clothing, leaving only your robe to protect your modesty. Do something! you mouth, turning to try and tie your robe back in place.
You stop, frozen the moment you feel a draft across your backside, feel two hands, two bare hands grab your hips and pull you insistently backwards.
As your knees bend to maintain your balance and you don’t think about his actions until it's too late, the head of his cock is pressing against your opening and your eyes widen in shock as he lets gravity do the rest of the work.
Slapping a hand over your mouth is all you can do to stop the moan from escaping as you sink down on him, heart racing as you hear the footsteps draw nearer. You turn as best you can to give him a look that screams what are you doing even as his hands move to quickly fasten your robe in front to make you look decent. Scrolls and tomes float from the shelves and magically land upon the desk, one of the books falling open and flipping to a random page.
Once again his face is impassive, as if he’s unaffected by the turn of events. Your move to get off him is rebuffed by his arm snaking around your waist, his grip like steel making you feel like you’re near a heart attack. Panicking, you try a few more futile efforts to stand, groaning as all it does is make him shift around inside of you.
The tent flap flies open and your heart really does stop then, finding one crimson and one sky blue eye looking back at you. “Warrior of Light!”
Nearly choking on your words, you manage a normal greeting. “G-G’raha! What a surprise!” you return with a little too much enthusiasm.
The miqo’te male seems none the wiser, inviting himself in. Dressed in his own night wear, you notice that while he struts into the tent with his usual confident swagger, there’s a hint of nervousness in his steps as well. “It’s awfully late. Shouldn’t you be resting?” you ask, gaining a bit more control over your voice.
“I have to admit it was a bit hard for me to sleep tonight. The closer we get to the tower, the more my chest feels ready to burst from excitement.” he answers earnestly, coming to stand before the desk. “And what of you?”
Your cheeks heat immediately, as you are suddenly aware of the cock that is very much inside you.
The cock. That is inside you.
Can he not see him? You wonder, giving G’raha a warm smile outwardly. “Oh, I was,” your voice catches as Elidibus shifts beneath you, his cock rubbing against your walls in all the right ways.
“Warrior?” G’raha questions, mismatched eyes looking at you curiously. “Are you unwell?”
Swallowing, you don’t trust your voice to answer immediately. From where G’raha is standing he can’t seem to notice your robe pushed up in the back awkwardly, or at the very least it appears that it’s just bunched up strangely on the chair. But can he really not see Elidibus?
Just then, a memory strikes you, of your first time meeting him, of his surprise that you could see him--
Without a human host, he wasn't visible to most mortals.
You can feel your body grow sensitive all over, knowing that at this very moment you were impaled on the cock of your sworn enemy before one of your friends.
And to make matters worse, you only felt yourself grow wetter because of it.
“I’m fine, G’raha, why do you ask?” you finally answer now that you trust your voice not to tremble.
“Oh, I just thought--” he starts, but falters as if going back on what he was going to say. “Never mind. What brings you back to Saint Coinach’s Find?”
Just as you open your mouth there’s another shift, though you’re able to mask what would have been a moan with a cough. Patting your chest, you give G’raha a weary look. “Sorry, sorry. I was mostly, uh, just needed some fresh air. I didn’t bring any books with me to help me fall asleep. I don’t do a lot of camping, you see.” The lie sounds horrible to your ears, and you interpret Elidibus’ squeezing of your hips as amusement at the precarious situation he’s put you in.
“Ah, I understand. Well, I suppose it is rather fortuitous in a way that I was able to find you. I had gone to your tent with the intention of speaking with you there, but found you absent. I grew worried when the night watch said you had gone to relieve yourself, but had no clue as to how long ago you had left.” The man explains, giving you a winning smile. “I started to grow worried, until he had said you had wandered off in the direction of Saint Coinachs. I saw the lamp light from outside.”
You barely mask your alarm at his words, wondering if he could have possibly-- “Is that so?”
“Yes. I had...thought I heard voices, and wondered if perhaps you were, ahem, speaking with someone,” he trails off, and you feel your heart drop in the pit of your stomach. It’s at this moment Elidibus begins to slowly grind your hips against his own, and you purse your lips together to keep any noises from escaping. Usually such actions would not arouse you so much, but with G’raha being right in front of you, clueless to the truth of the matter--
You felt you could come from grinding alone.
“G’raha, if anyone is need of rest, it seems to be you. There’s no one here but me. You must be exhausted.” You reply smoothly, surprised at how even your voice sounds. “I think you should,”
“Actually, I’ve been meaning to catch you! Alone, I mean.” he cuts you off, fuzzy ears pinning back against his head. Even in the lamp light you can see his cheeks become as red as his hair, his hands wringing together in front of him.
Swallowing thickly, you give him an expectant look, hating yourself for thinking this, but you wish he’d hurry up and spit it out so he could leave. “If that’s the case, I can find you in the morning--”
“That is to say…!” he interjects again, even if he looks beside himself with worry, “I had been merely waiting for the right time to ask you something a bit more...private.” He continues, voice a bit smaller.
This was not going the way you thought it was going.
G’raha was sweet, truly he was but--
When you had an immortal being balls deep inside you, was there really any competition?
“So if you would hear me out,”
“Yes,” you rasp, coughing once again to poorly hide how lustful that sounded. G’raha clears his throat as well, and the situation becomes as awkward as it is lewd.
“I hope I am not overstepping my boundaries by asking if you are unattached?” He gets out in a rush, and you can see the muscles in his neck visibly tense as he holds his breath.
Were you taken?
You didn’t know what to call this, this...arrangement with Elidibus. You doubted he was necessarily committed to you, a mortal. To him, your life barely registered as any passage of time to him, burning brightly like a star and gone just as fast.
And yet--
His fingers creep between your legs and play with your clit, the gasp escaping your throat before you can real it in. You pass it off as surprise at G’raha’s inquiry, resisting the need to rise and fall upon the cock hilted inside of you. You know Elidibus is getting back at you for all that teasing, and as much as you want to be angry at him for doing something so risky; you can’t help but be more and more turned on, both by the situation and how cheeky he’s being.
Looking back to G’raha you can tell from his expression you’re doing a terrible job at masking your pleasure, with your eyes half-lidded and you biting down on your bottom lip, to anyone with eyes it would be obvious to just what you were doing, even though you’re hidden behind a desk. The only thing preventing him from calling you out on it is the fact he cannot see Elidibus, and therefore has no way to explain what’s happening.
It makes you struggle to keep another moan down.
“I am currently focusing on my adventures, but,” you ground out, barely having a hold on your own voice, “I do have an acquaintance I see quite regularly…” you finish, biting down harshly on your bottom lip as another moan threatens to escape. You may be a wreck but you find immense satisfaction in feeling Elidibus’ pace falter for just a second, hear the quietest gasp at your implication. It really was getting hard to think straight. You felt as if your vision was blurring around the edges.
“Are you...are you…?” G’raha stammers, swallowing as he tries to avert his eyes anywhere else.
“I’m fine,” you insist, digging your nails into the desk, “I promise,” it comes out a bit tighter than expected, and you’re sure the robes are the only things muffling the slick sounds of Elidibus’ fingers on your clit. “I’m just,” Suddenly the flood comes, dragging you under the waves of ecstasy, bringing a hand up to your mouth to once again poorly cough to mask your pleasure. Your thighs quiver as your orgasm surges through you, one of your most powerful ones to date.
G’raha looks even more embarrassed now, eyes darting all over, his expression torn between aroused and mortified. As the haze begins to clear, you reach out, feeling a little sorry. “G’raha,”
“I think I should take my leave,” he quickly replies, and you notice a sizable tent in his pants. “I’ll catch you another time, perhaps--”
“G’raha, wait,”
He’s already making a break for the entrance, barely even taking the time to push the flaps aside as he exits the tent. You stare after him for a bit until you find yourself made to stand before being bent over the desk, a hand applying pressure on your back. “Elidibus!”
“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you so flustered,” he groans, starting with quick, powerful strokes that leave you gasping for air. You’re still sensitive from the last orgasm, but your body is already eager to milk your lover dry.
“I’ll kill you,” you moan, the threat bouncing off him like it was nothing, your eyes rolling back in your head as you let yourself fully give into the pleasure. “Don’t stop,”
“That the Warrior of Light would enjoy her friends so frighteningly close...” Elidibus teases, leaning down to whisper against your skin. “Should I have come to you in the encampment instead?” You moan at that, eyes fluttering closed as you hang on his every word. “A test of restraint, to see how quiet you could keep.”
You moan again at that, reaching a hand back to your sensitive clit, not caring about the small twinge of pain, just your desperation to come. Already you could see it, your breasts bouncing, Elidibus capturing a nipple in his mouth as he did everything in his power to force a noise out of you, taunting you with his usual stoic nature as you fought to not alert the researchers--
“Come inside me,” you beg, rubbing more insistently. Elidibus lets himself loose at last, fucking into you as if he would rather be nowhere else. You turn your head against the desk so he can capture your lips, moaning his name with each plunge of his cock into your molten core. You can’t hold yourself back any longer, coming a final time with a cry of his name, your body seizing around his member. He groans your name, long and low as your body drags him along, spilling his essence deep inside.
He thrusts a few more times until he holds himself still, unwilling to waste a single drop. You kiss him again, lips and teeth clashing together, knowing his orgasm had been as intense as your own. Sighing against him, you caress him gently, staring back into his violet eyes. “Tease me all you like, my dear Emissary, but you are more of a deviant than you think. Who knew you'd be aroused by such an act?” you hum, pressing a gentle kiss to his nose.
His face flushes red then, and that’s when you know you have him pinned. “You misconstrue your own proclivities for mine,” he huffs, pursing his lips in an almost pout once again as you continue to laugh at his expense.
You remain there with him for a moment longer, until even he cannot resist the depths of his own lust for you, growing hard once more and readying you for another round. You whined that you really should be getting back to your post, but something about how his hips rolled sinuously rolled into yours made you forget all about it. You trusted he would alert you if the campsite was in danger, and gave yourself over to bliss.
It was easy to do, wrapped up in your own little world as you were. You had been so distracted, that neither of you noticed mismatched eyes watching from a gap in the tent, eyes wide at what they had seen. For the briefest of moments there appeared to be a man atop you, covered in white robes with golden trim, with silvery hair, and lavender eyes.
Then again, perhaps you were right, he needed to rest. For the next time he blinked, there was no one there at all.