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Originally proposed as a small gathering of those closest to Ferdinand and Rozemyne, the guest count for the less formal starknot celebration party quickly spiraled out of control. The starknot ceremony had had a huge number of guests, no one invited would even think to skip it. The formal celebration that followed was similarly well attended. This party, held in the forgotten hours of the night, when all the world should have given themselves over to Schlaftraum's blessing, was intended for a select number, mostly currently or formerly of Ehrenfest. A small number of Dunkelfegers had been invited; Hannelore was Rozemyne's closest friend and ally, no one even considered not inviting her.
When the door was opened to allow her entry, she was not alone. Instead of the handful of expected retainers, Hannelore was accompanied by over 200 Dunkelferger knights. They poured in the hall, some carrying casks of various alcohols, others trays of food. Six whole roasted pigs were carried in followed by men carrying tables to set them on. Uninvited guests they may be, but considerate ones. The hall was large enough to accommodate their number and with them having brought their own food and drinks, trying to kick them out was more trouble than it was worth.
They certainly made the party more interesting, from their boisterous singing to demonstrations of feats of strength, their energy was infectious. Rozemyne could be seen laughing at their antics throughout the night. Sylvester accidentally preventing a ditter by eating the prize cake produced laughter loud enough to be heard over the general noise of the party, and Sylvester's apparent confusion over what he had done had her laughing so hard Ferdinand carried her from the room, not to be seen again that night.
The party continued on without the couple of honor, there was far too much to celebrate to stop just because Ferdinand and Rozemyne had left to welcome winter.
Rauffen grabbed two glasses from a tray and worked his way over to possibly the only guest who did not seem to be having fun.
"Come, drink, laugh, have fun! Tonight is a glorious night! Your disciple is finally wed, and to the most glorious of ladies! Here, drink this." Rauffen took a sip from one of the glasses in his hands before handing it Hirschur. Hirschur looked at the cup, she could see the traces of where Rauffen's lips had touched the rim fading from the glass. Following her eyes Rauffen realized what he had done and reached out to take back the cup. Turning her eyes up to his, Hirschur lifted the glass to her lips and carefully drank from exactly the same spot of the cup he had.
"Thank you." She said, licking a drop of vize from her lip, and delicately plucked the second glass from his hand as Rauffen stood stunned at her actions.
"You're correct, there is much to celebrate tonight. Both Rozemyne and Ferdinand are dear people who have not always had the easiest life and deserve every blessing the gods may grant them. I wish them every happiness. I just do not care much for events like these."
"Do you want me to leave then?"
"Actually, I'd like you to stay if you don't mind. From experience people are less inclined to harass me to have fun if I have someone with me, and I find your company less objectionable than most."
"I assume that was intended as a compliment."
"It is a compliment. You may not be as intellectually stimulating as some others, but I've never wanted to commit violence as a result of some wrong-headed theory you're spouting."
"I don't spout theories."
"Exactly, you know what you know and more importantly you know the limits of your knowledge. You accept the truth when it is presented to you and do not cling to false information for convenience. I admire that."
Rauffen suppressed the urge to preen. He could not remember the last time someone complimented him for something other than his ditter prowess or combat skills.
"Other than getting a bit carried away challenging people to ditter, I generally find you to be a sensible man."
Hirschur began walking towards one of the tables set near the wall. It was a little away from the party but a good location to observe the festivities. Rauffen signaled a server to bring more drinks as they moved away from the crowd.
After settling in at the table they sat in companionable silence for a while. Each drinking their vize and watching the crowd.
Burp
Rauffen froze, his fist pressed against his chest. He had relaxed too much, forgotten where he was, who he was with. He had never made such a discourteous noise in front of a lady before.
"Weak."
"What?" Rauffen blurted out in surprise at her comment.
"That was weak. If you are going to make such a noise do it properly. Project. Use your diaphragm. Observe."
Hirschur took a delicate sip and folded her hands demurely in her lap. The sound that erupted from her mouth nearly shocked Rauffen out of his chair.
He gathered himself. Not one to be outdone, he took a swig of his drink and let out a belch that contained enough force to stir the delicate hairs framing her face.
"Better. But, consider this." she then let out a burp, that while not loud was impressive in its duration.
"I consider myself beat." He told her with a mix of shock and admiration. "What, pray tell, is my forfeit?"
"A forfeit, hmmm, let me think..." Hirschur tapped her nail against her lip as she pondered, drawing his attention to her mouth. He wondered how her mana would taste, how those pink lips would feel around his... Rauffen swallowed. He knew then he had had too much to drink. "Would you help me run an experiment?" she asked.
"An experiment.....? I'm an odd choice for a research partner."
"You're the perfect choice. You have strong mana, are amiable when calm, and are pleasing to look at."
"What do my looks have to do with this?"
"...and you're unmarried and, as far as I know, have no long term mistress or lover."
"That's true, but..." Rauffen stuttered.
"Then it's settled, you'll help me run the tests."
"What tests?"
"I want to test whether brewing personal potions in a dyed state changes the effectiveness when used in non-dyed state. I have attempted to have others brew on my behalf in the past so that I may study it but people became upset with me when I asked questions about how long it had been since they were dyed, how thoroughly their spouse had dyed them, how had the mana been exchanged, and so on."
"That's where you come in," she continued "if I'm the one dyed I don't need to ask those questions, I just need you to dye me and then brew potions afterwards."
"Dye you..."
"Yes."
"You mean..."
"I mean welcome winter, sheath your sword in my chalice, play Ewigeliebe and Geduldh, put some ice in the fireplace, dittering for Beischmacht's treasure, you know, have sex."
"I need another drink."
"Certainly, a toast to our partnership." Hirschur raised her arm signaling for more drinks.
What had he just agreed to? Had he agreed to anything? Hirschur seemed to think he had. He'd figure it out later, once he was sober they would talk again. Sort this whole thing out. Rauffen looked again at Hirschur's lips and told himself that he would not think about having them around his winter blade.
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They stumbled into the lab, arms around each other's shoulders, legs tangled together. They were both the only reason the other was standing and the most likely thing to knock the other over.
Hirschur's hand fumbled blindly for the light, her hand grazed the stone and lights flickered on throughout the room.
"Potion, potion, where is the potion?" Hirschur searched through a cabinet, pulling bottle after bottle off the shelf glaring at its label before discarding it. "What about you? Do you have your synchronization potion?"
"Of course, I'm a knight of Dunkelfelger. I'm prepared for anything!"
"Hmmm, I do appreciate a well prepared man." Hirschur turned from the sloppily searched cabinet and wrapped her arms around Rauffen's waist. Her face tilted up to skim her lips along his jaw. She was a tall woman but to line her lips up with Rauffen's necessitated she rise up or he came down. Deciding on the latter Hirschur wrapped her hand around the back of his head and pulled him down to meet her kiss.
The taste was not unpleasant, a slightly sweet but mostly neutral flavour. Their mana compatibility wasn't bad, but they'd both enjoy the night more if she could find that damn potion. Drawing back, Hirschur shook her head briefly. She needed that potion to be sure she was thoroughly dyed and the test run smoothly, not to better enjoy the night.
"I'll just have to make a new one." Hirschur began gathering ingredients from around the room. Cradling the growing collection of items in her arms she stumbled to the table, bumping into things as she moved.
Dumping everything out before her, Hirschur prepared to brew a new synchronization potion. Rauffen came up behind her and encircled her in his arms. He rubbed his cheek against her temple, "Hirschy I wanna plaaay" Rauffen whined.
"We can play as soon as I'm done. Don't you want my mana to taste sweet?"
Rauffen released her and stepped back. For a moment she thought he had accepted her answer and was moving away to wait, but then she felt her dress loosen. Dexterous fingers worked their way down her back, undoing the march of tiny buttons that held her dress together. This dress was far fussier than her usual more practical garb. Hirschur's attendant had had to use a hook on the buttons when dressing her for the party, but Rauffen was making quick work of the closures.
The dress parted before him, exposing her upper back. Rauffen kissed the pale skin above her stays. "You taste plenty sweet to me already."
A shiver of pleasure skated over her skin. Thankful that she couldn't cut herself with her own Schtappe, Hirschur began to chop her ingredients. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, determined to focus on the task in front of her and not on the sudden breeze that told her that Rauffen had successfully unlaced her stays.
Hirschur had to brace herself on the table when Rauffen licked up the groove of her spine, his tongue gliding from the small of her back to the nape of her neck. Her clothes hung loosely on her arms, the front gaping away from her body. Hirschur could feel the heat radiating off Rauffen as he rose behind her. He must have removed his tunic. "Almost done." she whispered, her throat constricted by desire.
"Good."
He leaned over her, his hands braced on the table, their skin not quite touching. His body hovering a hair's breadth away. Mostly. There was one place where they touched. Proof of Rauffen's desire nudged against her, she could feel the size of him through his trousers and what remained of her undergarments.
"Done." the word came out barely a sigh. Hirschur wasn't sure how she managed to brew the potion, but she had and now they were free to fully indulge in her research. Hirschur turned within the cage of Rauffen's arms. She held up the vial and shook it gently, one brow arched as a mischievous smile curled her lips. "Ready?"
With a deep breath they each drank the synchronization potions, thankful for the general compatibility that kept the taste reasonable. Tossing the bottles to the side, they kissed again. Rauffen's tongue probed against her lips, and Hirschur parted them, granting him entrance. As his tongue slid against hers the taste of his mana filled her mouth. Gone was the nothing taste, replaced by the flavour of honey.
Rauffen pushed the undone dress down her arms, leaving her standing in her bloomers in the circle of her dress. Hirschur resisted the urge to cover her chest. It had been years since a man had seen her naked and her body was no longer as toned as it once was.
Rauffen swept forward suddenly, and scooped Hirschur into his arms, lifting her and pinning her body against his chest. She could feel his chest hair tickle her bare stomach. Rauffen pressed his face between her breasts. Turning his head he nuzzled his face against her skin "So soft..." he moaned before pressing a kiss against the curve of her breast.
Hirschur bit her lower lip, stifling a moan of her own. It has been so long since her breasts received that kind of attention and they had become especially sensitive. She put her arms around his shoulders for support, but once she realized how solid his muscles were, her hands roamed freely over them. By Leidenschaft, Rauffen's body felt like steel forged by Vulcanift. Her impression of him grew just a little bit: he might have been a musclehead, but she could tell by the fitness of his body that he was really dedicated to what he did.
Rauffen smirked as he felt her hands feasting on his body. He thought a brainy woman like her wouldn't think too much of his physique honed by years of training, but sometimes it was good to be proved wrong. His lips traced the curve of her breast, aiming straight for her nipple. He gently brushed it with his teeth, teasing her, then started tracing its contours with the tip of his tongue, making sure to leave a thin trail of saliva.
Her hands gripped the flesh of his back in response to his teasing. She could faintly feel his mana in his saliva, and when he blew on it she moaned out loud, throwing her head back. "I'll start shedding magical power." Rauffen whispered, and he did it as soon as his mouth engulfed her nipple. She felt the sensation spread from there, go down her spine, reach her core. Determined not to be outdone, Hirschur gathered her magical power on her fingertips and started skimming his skin while slowly releasing it. She grazed his lower back, went up his spine, brushed his shoulder blades, his neck, and found their way to his scalp.
It was Rauffen's turn to groan. His scalp had always been sensitive, and she was grazing it just a bit too softly to actually satisfy him. But he didn't fight the feeling, rather, he wholeheartedly embraced the stimulus as something that would build his sexual appetite. He wanted the night to be memorable for her. He was a Dunkelferger, and he wanted his fire to leave a lasting impression.
Rauffen bit down on her breast, testing her response to the hint of pain. Hirschur moaned and curled her nails into his scalp, giving him the edge that he wanted. It seemed he wasn't the only one that liked a taste of pain in his pleasure. He made a mental note to test how rough he could be when playing with her.
"Kiss me." Hirschur purred and he was happy to oblige. He slid her down his body until he could reach her lips. As he savored the sweet taste of her mouth, he felt her legs wrap around his waist. Rauffen shifted his hands so he could cup her ass. He pressed her firmly against him, the pressure of her body against his sword tore a moan from his lips.
She replied in kind, smiling and purring against his kiss, and started rubbing her sex against his. He started caressing one thigh while the hand on her ass firmly held her in place. He could easily carry the weight of her slender body, but he needed somewhere to put her down if he wanted to touch her more. He searched the room for a spot that would support their weight. Seeing none, he detached his mouth from hers.
"This place is as messy as ever, Hirschy... If you're inviting a man over to have a taste of his sword, you should at least clear a counter so he can rest your ass on it when he sheaths himself in your chalice."
"You just have to push things aside. But speaking of sword tasting..." Hirschur uncurled her legs from his hips and dropped to her feet. She stepped back and looked him over, her tongue darted out and licked her lips. "Yes, I do think a taste is in order." Spotting a sturdy looking table that was covered in books and papers Hirschur shoved its contents to the floor. As the pages fluttered to the ground she spared a quick thought to how long it would likely take her to re-organize everything, but this night with the magnificent specimen before her would be worth the trouble.
"See? all clear! Now with that taken care of I can focus on more important things." She guided him to turn around so that the table was behind his back and as soon as he was in the position she wanted she knelt down in front of him, seductively licking her lips while looking at his face. With a feeling of anticipation Rauffen braced his hands behind him on the table and leaned back, granting her better access to the part of him they were both focusing on. Hirschur's hands went straight for his trousers' latch, dexterously undoing it. She gently guided the fabric down his legs, taking care to avoid touching his sword. His trousers caught on his boots, trapping his ankles together and making her giggle softly to herself as she imagined him tied with something stronger than fine linen. Her hands moved up his legs, caressing him above his drawers but making no move toward his desired destination.
Rauffen's impatience took over, he kicked out of his boots and trousers, dropping them to the floor with a muted thud. When he reached for the lace of his underwear Hirschur swatted away his hands. "Not yet." she purred, resuming her teasing movements. She moved closer to his sword, caressing all around it, circling her thumbs over his inner thighs, skimming his pouches of Beischmacht but still not touching them. "Hirschy..." he pleaded. He enjoyed some teasing, but he was already throbbing as it was.
Pleased with how needy he sounded, she finally undid the drawers, freeing him. That his size was impressive she could tell even when he was still covered, but now that he was exposed she could really appreciate what she was dealing with. A feeling of anticipation washed over her and she looked up at him, wiggling her eyebrows to show her appreciation. Rauffen smirked, slightly moving back his torso to give her an even better view of his most cherished weapon, and enjoyed the view of a woman licking her lips in front of it.
With a confident movement, Hirschur took his sword in her right hand, eliciting a pleased groan from him. Holding it in place, she moved her head closer until her mouth was above one of his pouches and she started sucking on it. Her left hand moved to the back of his thigh, where she started shedding magical power just like she did on his back. Rauffen instinctively thrust his member against her hand, and when she stroked it she found the tears of Beischmacht dampening the tip. Hirschur smeared it with her thumb, mixing some of her mana with it.
Rauffen gripped the table as hard as he could to make sure his hands wouldn't wander around and pressure her. His eyes closed, he focused on enjoying the sensations she was giving him. With a popping sound Hirschur let go of his treasure, licking her lips to keep enjoying the flavour, then moved her mouth to his shaft, slowly licking it with her wet tongue. Caressing the muscles of his legs, she brought her left hand in front of his jewels and cupped them, the tip of a finger rubbing the spot just behind his pouches. "Nnghh..." he stifled a moan. His sword throbbed, leaking more tears.
Hirschur's tongue reached the tip of his shaft. She lapped the underside of his glans, her saliva rich in mana adding to the stimulus of the sensitive part. She moved her hand along his length, and run the tip of her tongue around his opening, barely grazing it. "Hirschyyy..." Rauffen whined, the willpower he was exerting on himself to let her do things at her pace -and not get mad at him- running thin.
Smirking as he showcased the same impatience for which she usually teased him, Hirschur moved her head forward, taking as much as she could of his sword in her mouth. Rauffen moaned as he felt the hot wetness of her lips, tongue, and palate engulf him, and his resolve finally crumbled. He took her head in his hands and urged her forward. To her surprise the pressure was more of an encouragement than a demand, guiding her to swallow him deeper.
However, she enjoyed teasing this man too much, and after briefly humoring him she moved her head back, licking and sucking his manhood as she did. She stopped when the head was the only part in her mouth, and this time her tongue moved around it boldly, tasting every drop of manly juices that was leaking from him and enjoying the sweetness caused by the synchronization potion. She felt Rauffen's hands caress her head, finding their ways to the hair clip.
"Can I undo this?" he asked her, unable to keep his hands unmoving. Hirschur raised her eyes to look at him and simply nodded in affirmative, the sight exciting him even more. As she continued to give her attention to his sword, he steadied his hands to unlock the closing mechanism of the clip. He fumbled with it a little, distracted by her sucking and having to match the movements of her head, but managed to open it without too much effort. It was in moments like these that a man could fully appreciate the practicality of an unlady-like lady like Hirschur.
She started massaging his pouches as he slowly unwound her hair. He noticed her hair had been styled simply, and the only reason it hadn't come undone right away was because it had been combed the same way for, probably, years. He slid his fingers in between her tresses, gently massaging her scalp while shedding mana, and Hirschur purred against his shaft, the vibrations strongly stimulating him.
He dared to slowly thrust into her mouth and, to his amazement, she mirrored his movement, taking more of him than she did before. After they moved back and forth a few times, she pushed her head as far as she could and swallowed, the maneuver causing the full length of her tongue to stick to and massage his virility. He groaned in pleasure. Driven by instinct he started ramming his hips against her mouth, and she only avoided choking on his sword because she had moved her head back, having expected that reaction.
They continued like that a bit longer, and when Hirschur felt his jewels starting to contract under her hand, she moved away from his shaft, sucking it one last time before letting it go.
Hirschur stood up from her kneeling position, stroking her hands on his body as she did, and Rauffen stood there, frozen. His sword was still throbbing, leaking the tears of Beischmacht and ready to let out the snow of Ewigeliebe at the slightest stimulation.
"Hirschyy...?" his whining came out almost like a question. "Why did you have to stop now?"
"I can't afford to have you let out a snowfall right now." Her fingers grazed the muscles of his abdomen.
Rauffen looked at her, thinking on what to answer. A part of him didn't want to embarrass himself by finishing before he could even begin to please the lady, the other part didn't really care about it, because "With that technique of yours I'll be hard again in no time even if I make it snow!"
"I'll take it as a compliment, but I was thinking about your magical power. I take it that you haven't sheathed your sword for a while, am I right?"
"..." Rauffen didn't reply. She didn't really have to remind him every single time that women tried to stay away from him.
"I supposed so. You have precious magical power accumulated and I need you to shed it in my chalice to better dye me. So, no snowing unless your sword is in the right place." Her hands caressed his hips seductively to better drive the point home.
"Then we better prepare your chalice for my sword." If she would no longer take his blade with the sweet caress of her lips then he would happily fill Geduldh's cup.
"I'm plenty ready to take you."
"Have you ever been with a man of my size?" Rauffen wasn't sure he really wanted the answer. He was glad she was experienced, but he did not want to think of the men she delighted in winter before him.
"I can not say I have, men built like you are not easy to find. You wouldn't lose in comparison with Brennwarme himself, and your weapon is surely no less formidable than his, but..." her violet eyes flashed with challenge, "you will find I am no weak willed opponent."
Rauffen was pleased with her answer, and he was confident he would please her. Hirschur was right when she noted that women generally avoided his company, but he was no untried lad. He never backed down from a challenge, he knew he could stoke the fires of winter until they both went up in flames.
Rauffen pushed away from the table. In one smooth motion he lifted Hirschur, spun, and set her ass on the table. Clad in nothing but her bloomers, stockings, and heels, her hair a dark wavy tangle swirling around her shoulders, she looked vulnerable and years younger than he knew her to be.
He plucked at the cords holding her undergarment up. As they came untied Rauffen slid one hand beneath the waistband until he was in position to lift her, with the other hand he stripped the material down her hips. Hirschur kicked the garment off her legs, sending it flying across the room to get caught on one of her magic tools.
Rauffen slid his hands up her legs, the fine cloth encasing her thighs made her legs look impossibly long. Standing between her calves he leaned forward for a kiss. He could feel his mana still clinging to her lips. He promised himself he would eventually know the full pleasure of her earlier act but for the moment he would cede to Hirschur's wishes.
Rauffen's hand worked its way between them. His palm covered her mound as fingers slipped between her legs. He stroked her entrance before easing one large finger inside. Hirschur's back arched, pressing her breasts to his chest.
She circled his neck with one arm, keeping his head close to hers and their mouths locked, and slid her free hand in between their bodies. She caressed the arm that was pleasing her, then moved to his chest, skimming her fingers on the side of his pectorals. She felt his finger rub a particularly sensitive spot and squeezed her legs around him, her nails grazed him as she wriggled against his hand.
Rauffen rubbed her insides faster, adding more magical power to the exchange, and started circling her mount of Geduldh with his thumb. He could feel her chalice grow wetter, and he smirked against her lips before licking them. Hirschur eagerly granted him access to her mouth, entwining her tongue with his. She slid her fingers on his chest until she could touch him with her open palm and moved her thumb in between them to find his nipple. She rubbed it while exuding magical power, eliciting a moan from him.
She moved her other hand away from his neck, down his shoulder, his arm, and finally to the small of his back, pushing him closer to her body. He felt the tip of his sword graze against her lower abdomen, but he rushed to move it back, leaving a sticky trail of tears of Beischmacht on her skin. She whined against his mouth, but Rauffen was determined to avoid direct stimulation to his weapon. He sucked her tongue, ending their kiss, and moved his mouth to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. As he heard her take a sharp breath, he slid a second finger in her cup.
Hirschur grazed his back with her nails, putting just enough strength in her fingers to make him aware of them. His fingers moving inside of her caused slurping noises, and her juices made the air thick with her scent. He moved his lips down her neck, kissing the place where her vein was pulsating, and pushed a third finger in her chalice. When he felt no resistance, only her hips wriggling wildly against him, Rauffen finally decided that she was, indeed, ready for him.
"I'm going to fuck you until your colors are mine." He whispered, slowly maneuvering his hips so that his weapon was pointing straight at her entrance. He gripped her hips with both hands, lifting her from the desk to have free access to her.
"Vulgar as a commoner..." Hirschur breathed, her torso detaching from his as he moved her. She caressed his chest with one hand, her fingers running through his short but thick orange hair. Her mouth watered in anticipation as she looked him over in all his glory. Every inch of his body screamed 'virility', and she was going to be the lucky woman at the receiving end of it. "Make me forget I'm a lady."
"You never acted like one." Rauffen retorted, then paused, his sword at the entrance of her chalice. She was a lady. Even though she was the one who asked him to do this, they had been drinking. He was sober now, his honor as a knight demanded he made sure she was too. His hands tightened on her hips as he forced out a question that could potentially put an end to what they were sharing. "Hirschur... has the alcohol worn off? You sure you won't regret this tomorrow?"
Hirschur smiled, alcohol might have carried them into this moment but the blessing of Vantole has long since worn off.
"I'll regret nothing, I want this. I want you. You're the one who's still drunk if you think I'll let this chance slip away." she breathed the words against his lips before pulling his head down for a deep kiss. Rauffen's tongue thrust into her mouth as his sword thrust into her body.
"Mmmhhhh" Hirschur moaned as she felt him invade her. Her body was eager for him, but she couldn't accommodate all his considerable size immediately. Rauffen withdrew slightly, lifting her leg and pulling her calf around his waist, then slid in again. She moaned and grunted as he tilted her hips to find the room he needed to sink in to the hilt.
She rolled her hips around his shaft, feeling the hard presence in her body. She pressed her torso against his, caressing his scalp as she kept his head in place. She moved her other hand down his ribs, caressing the solid muscles. He pulled back, both moving his pelvis and lifting her, and pushed back inside. He could feel her mana in the juices enveloping his manhood. After a few thrusts, when the movement was completely flowing, he settled her on the table, his arms on both sides of her, so that their hands could have room for touching.
Hirschur gripped Rauffen's arms, while the strong steady rhythm of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure through her. The music of Beinschmacht filled the room; wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the whimpers and sighs Hirschur made with every stroke, Rauffen's grunts and growls.
"Yes, yes, just like that, just a little..."
"Tell me Hirschy... tell me how you want it." Rauffen spoke with a voice deepened by passion. He could feel his mana stirring, but he refused to release it until Hirschur had been consumed by Brennwarme's flame.
"Faster." she whimpered, and Rauffen obliged, Hirschur's breathing changed to match the growing pace. She clawed at his back, pulling her body to his until she was panting in his ear.
He wrapped one arm around the small of her back to hold her in place as he increased his pace. He started kissing and licking her neck, while his hand moved to her breast, fondling it. He could feel the juices from her chalice overflowing, and her mana enveloped his weapon. He knew she was getting close, it was time to give her the final push.
With a great deal of concentration, Rauffen gathered his mana in his lower abdomen and, doing his best not to break the rhythm they had found, he used physical enhancement on his sword. Hirschur felt a slight increase in size, followed shortly by a copious amount of mana that made her consciousness focus solely on her chalice. Curling her toes and sinking her nails deep into his flesh, she threw her head back, screaming in pleasure as an overwhelming orgasm washed over her.
Feeling her inner walls contract around him, Rauffen grunted and increased his pace even more. His control finally broke and he released Ewigeliebe's snow deep inside of her, more and more coming out with each thrust. The feeling of his mana sticking to her cervix kept her riding her climax, her internal muscles milking him for more snow. Overwhelmed by sensation, he couldn't hold his physical enhancement any more.
They slowly climbed down from their height, panting as they regained their minds. Rauffen leaned forward, supporting himself on the table as he felt his leg lacked their usual strength, and gently kissed her lips. She kissed him back, but quickly let go, needing to breathe. After locking eyes with him for a moment, she let herself fall down on the table, one arm draped over her eyes, as she tried to take air into her lungs.
He followed her, resting his forearms on the table on both sides of her, and leisurely planted little kisses on her neck, shoulders, cheeks. His manhood was getting soft inside of her, but neither of them made a move to disengage, the feeling of each other's skin too good to let go.
"How did you do that?" Hirschur asked after a while. "That was utterly amazing."
Rauffen understood immediately what she was talking about. He might have trouble getting women in his bed, but there wasn't a single one who hadn't been bewitched by his little trick. He lifted his head, looking at her with a smug expression. "I'm just that good."
She looked at him. Usually she would have retorted, especially since she had asked wanting him to teach her, but that could wait. Now, she felt she had to concede. "I have to admit that you far exceeded my expectations."
He smirked. "Say it, Hirschy..."
"Say what?"
"Say that you love my sword."
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and reminded herself that there was a reason such a good looking and high ranked fellow was still a bachelor at his age. "I love your sword. I'm really thankful you have an obnoxious personality that prevented you from getting married, so I had a chance to enjoy your amazing technique."
"..." He looked at her speechlessly, then lowered his head until his forehead rested on her chest and whined. "You really enjoy reminding me everytime..."
"I only remind you when you're being obnoxious..." She put her hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him away from her. "Anyway, let me get down from the table, my legs are getting numb and I--" she paused, hiding a very big yawn behind her hand "I need to brew a potion."
"You only ha--" Her heartfelt yawn was contagious and he replied in kind, keeping his head close to her chest to hide his open mouth. "have research in your mind..." he complained, but straightened his back to move away. He pulled her body closer to the table's edge and slowly slid out of her, before setting her feet on the ground. Wobbling lightly, she held onto his body for support.
He pinned her to the table with his arms on both sides of her. "You sure you don't want to take a nap first?"
"I'll do it as soon as I'm done." She yawned again, setting her head on his chest to cover the gesture, just like he did a moment before. "hmm... You smell good."
He raised an eyebrow in surprise. She made a move to turn in his arms, but seeing that she was not following her compliment with a stinging remark, he decided that she was too sleepy to properly brew. With a swift motion he swept her into his arms and turned around the room. The only places where they could rest were the floor and the table.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"You clearly need to sleep. Say, do you have a bed in this lab or should we camp on the floor?"
"I want to brew my potion while I'm freshly dyed."
"Don't be stubborn now, you won't lose my colors after just a nap."
"I have to do this now." Exhaustion had Hirschur slurring her words worse than the alcohol had. "It can't wait til later, it's almost dawn and I have things to do tomorrow, I'm meeting with, with, whatshisname."
"If you can't even remember this person's name then you are too tired to brew. Come, sleep now. And if you're worried about my colors fading, I might be willing to dye you again if you ask me nicely. So, a bed?"
Hirschur sighed, giving up on her brewing. She was humoring him because she was sleepy, she definitely wasn't doing it because she wanted to have sex with him again. "There's one in the closet, but I already have to sleep curled up, you'll never fit in it. There should be a carpet somewhere around that desk." She pointed at the farthest corner of the room, where rolls of parchment, wooden boards, brewing utensils and who knew what else were haphazardly stacked on top of a desk.
Rauffen looked at the carpet below the desk. It was... colorful, to say the least. He suspected that the patternless mix of colors had originated from bits of potions dropped there over the years -and he wasn't far from the truth. He carried Hirschur near it and paused, mentally debating if using Vaschen on something that was in someone else's lab -or house, for Hirschur- could be considered rude. He ultimately decided that if she were to get offended by it, she would have told her attendant to clean the carpet. He wanted to pat himself on his back when he witnessed the dramatic change in colors.
Laying the sleepy Hirschur on the now clean carpet, he went to retrieve their clothes. He folded his trousers and tunic as a makeshift pillow for himself and used her dress and his cloak for covers.
"No pillow for me?" She asked, just because she could. She didn't really care for a pillow, she could sleep in worse situations.
He smiled brightly and patted his biceps. "You get a good smelling one."
"Women dislike bragging men." She said, but moved to settle her head on his arm nonetheless, and snuggled to him a bit more than her remark would have suggested. "...actually, keep bragging. The longer you keep women away, the longer I can use your sword for my experiments." she said, falling asleep shortly after.
He stared at her, wondering if she had just slighted, complimented, or threatened him.