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As Aoi glanced out of the window of her room in the Pendants, she couldn’t help but smile. The moon was high in the sky, dyeing the world with its light, its brilliance. Stars twinkled amongst the cloudless sky. A picturesque sight that she once took for granted.
Yet after moons of unending, unyielding sunlight, she had grown a new appreciation for the night. For its cold darkness, enveloping all in its warm embrace and leading the world to peaceful sleep.
She wished she could experience a peaceful sleep.
Since defeating Hades and restoring darkness and night to the First, she and the Scions had been incredibly busy. From trying to find a way to bring the souls of her companions back to their bodies on the Source to the increasingly difficult problem that was Eden out in Amh Araeng, Aoi Tameharu had little time to rest.
Resting a hand atop her stomach, the woman gazed longingly out the window. Thancred had spent the last few days in the sea of sand and nothingness of Amh Araeng alongside Ryne and Urianger investigating Eden and the potential threat it could hold. She had traveled alongside them initially, curiosity and a desire to be by the Hyur’s side propelling her forward. Given her condition, however, it didn’t take long for Alisaie to step forward and practically drag her back to the Crystarium. It was ‘too dangerous’ for a pregnant woman to be up and about apparently.
With a huff she affectionately ran a hand along her belly, the bump barely visible thanks to the way the fabric of her nightgown fell. Ever since she had revealed her pregnancy to Thancred and the Scions, it had been chaotic to say the least. After numerous lectures from Alisaie and the healers of the Crystarium, she had been assigned to rest until they were able to return home. But seeing as G’raha Tia currently had no leads on what their next step would be, she couldn’t just sit around and wait to be called.
She didn’t want to, either.
Aoi sighed, pacing the length of her room for the umpteenth time that evening. She hadn’t slept well since she was forced to leave Amh Araeng. There was a sense of comfort that only came with laying beside Thancred. A sense of ease and relaxation that she couldn’t put to words if she was asked, but that was there, nonetheless. How she longed to be beside him again, but thanks to the unending cycle of visitors to her rooms during the day, it was difficult to get a moment to herself, let alone to slip away and join him in the desert.
As night blanketed the city and her allies went their own ways, whether to sleep or bury their nose in a dusty tome, she saw her opportunity to make her escape. It would be easy. None of the staff at the Pendants would bat an eye at her slipping away in the night, not unless they too had been dragged into the Scions’ overly cautious babysitting service, so her route should be straightforward. Nodding to herself, she made to pack any necessities and change into a more suitable outfit.
Then came a knock on her door.
Her shoulders slumped and her satchel slowly dropped to the ground, the leather bag hitting the ground with a muffled thump. She takes a deep breath, swallowing down her irritation and cracking the door open.
“What is—
Thancred?”
“You seem irritated, dove. Is now a bad time?” The slight quirk of his lips paired with the sheen of sweat shining on his brow earns a smile from the Au Ra.
Opening the door fully, she gestures for him to step inside. In an act of practiced intimacy, he removes his coat and shoes. Aoi takes a seat at the edge of her bed, unable to stop the smile tugging at her lips.
“What brings you all the way to the Crystarium?” Thancred laughs, running a hand through his deceptively soft hair. There’s a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes, but it’s gone as soon as it appears. Aoi makes note of it, ready to discuss it with him later. After they’ve had a moment to just be with one another.
“My sighs were detrimental to the research process, and to everyone’s rest, or so Ryne says.” It takes only two strides for him to reach the edge of the bed, Thancred leaning down to brush another kiss onto his lover’s lips. Only he pauses, nodding towards the half-full bag forgotten beside her bed. “Were you going somewhere?”
“I…” He snorts, pressing a chaste kiss to the woman’s lips.
“I’m irresistible, I know. It’s exactly what got me in the doghouse and evicted from Eden.” There’s no bite to his words, each one laced with good-meaning humor. Aoi adds another note to her mental checklist to thank Ryne next time she saw the younger woman.
“I missed you.” It’s easy to admit it. To say the words, to take the Hyur’s face in her hands and hold his gaze. It is so incredibly, perfectly easy.
“I missed you too, Aoi.”
And for a while the duo simply sit there atop her bed. Exchanging stories and hushed laughter as they recount the last few days. All the while Thancred’s hand rests atop the swell of her stomach, the feel of his warm hand radiating through her entire being. Tilting her head back, she meets his warm gaze with a smile.
“I’ve thought of you often since you’ve returned to the Crystarium,” Thancred whispers. A coquettish laugh slips past Aoi’s pretty pink lips.
“Truly? Indulge me with the details, darling.”
Thancred smirks, opening his mouth to further prod his lover when her tail teases along his crotch, and he groans. Squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back. “I’ve dreamt of you, every night,” he freely admits. Desperate for more of her touch, however he can get it.
“Oh? What, pray tell, did you dream of?”
Thancred takes a shaky breath, fingers combing through his tousled white locks. His tongue peeks out to wet his all too dry lips, emerald eyes zeroing in on the movement, Aoi’s fangs glinting in the moonlight. “I’ve dreamt of you on your knees before me. Nails dragging down my thighs with your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock. To have you suck me off until I coat your throat with my cum.”
Perfectly manicured nails drag along his scalp, a guttural groan mixed with a sigh escaping his lips at the feeling. Aoi presses butterfly soft kisses to his temple, his cheeks, hovering just above his lips and meeting his gaze. Batting her lashes in the way that would have weaker men on their knees before her. Not that he is much better, much stronger than them.
After all, no living soul could resist the call of Aoi Tameharu.
And she was his and he was hers, from now until the day they drew their last breath. After then, even.
“Tell me more,” she whispers against his lips, trailing playful nips and kisses down his throat. Glancing up at him through thick, black lashes, he can practically see the smirk, feel it against his skin, as she continues her descent. “Paint me a vivid picture, love.”
“After the unforgettable experience that is your mouth, I’d remove your clothes. Piece by piece.” Aoi’s nails drag up and down the length of his thigh, Thancred swallowing at the feeling. Knowing that should she shift her gaze to his crotch she’d be met with the sight of his hardened cock aching to be released from the confines of his trousers. “Then I would take you, right here on the edge of the bed in the mirror’s view.”
Emerald eyes shift behind them, eyes widening a fraction. The corners of Aoi’s lips tilt up in a smirk as she rests her cheek against his thigh. The distance between her mouth and his cock growing smaller by the moment, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Thancred Waters was an insatiable beast, and the only cure to this ache, this longing was none other than Aoi Tameharu.
“I’d fuck you, fill you to the brim with my cock. Make you look at yourself, see the faces you make, Twelve, they’re enough to make me finish here and now. But for you to see that, to see what you do to me, reflected right back at you…I cannot think of a more beautiful sight.”
Calloused fingers move to cup her chin, their gazes locked as the Au Ra braces her forearms on the thickness of Thancred’s thighs. Fingers itching to free him from his pants and to give him exactly what he asked for.
“What a naughty boy,” she coos. Yet there’s that devious glint in her eyes, and Thancred knows that if she were to level that gaze at him with his cock in her slender hands he would finish on the spot. “Do you think I should give you what you want?”
“Please—”
The Hyur is cocking his hips, hovering them just far enough the bed that should she choose to assist, he could slide out of his pants with ease. Aoi contemplates this for a moment, the time ticking away painfully slow. Almost too slow for Thancred. Before he could dread the lull for too long, she leans in and presses a chaste kiss to the bulge in his pants. Even with the fabric barrier keeping him from what he truly, desperately wanted, his cock twitched. Eager for whatever his love had waiting for him. His pants are gone in moments, small clothes falling to the ground in a whisper of clothes on tile. As Aoi returns to her spot between his legs, he can’t help but smile, threading his fingers through her long black and red strands.
There she was, slotted between his thighs as if it’s where she belonged. She fit perfectly, as if this space was made for her. It wouldn’t come as a surprise if that were the case. After all, there was a space that was distinctly Aoi shaped in his heart, so this should serve as no surprise. Thancred is forced from his daydream at the feeling of nails dragging down his torso. As he meets the Au Ra’s gaze, a coy smile tugging at her lips and her head tilted slightly to the side, he feels his cock twitch.
Slender yet calloused hands take his cock in hand, pumping it as she gives him the most brilliant smile. Her emerald eyes shine brighter, more beautifully than any jewel and her lips the prettiest shade of pink.
And they look even more beautiful to him as they wrap around his cock.
Thancred screws his eyes shut as she bobs her head up and down his length. Occasionally trailing her tongue up the prominent vein along the underside of his shaft. Every move is practiced, precise, and he’s reminded of those times back in the Rising Stones where she would center him, ground him. Tell him that despite everything, it was still him. As he opens his eyes and glances down at his lover through his lashes, he knows she feels the same, is thinking of those same bygone days.
He takes hold of the hand resting on his thigh, gently lacing their fingers together while the other moves to gently cradle the cascade of black hair blocking her face from view. His fist makes the perfect makeshift ponytail, and the sight of the scales hidden on the back of her neck send Thancred’s mind reeling.
Then her teeth graze the head of his cock, and he nearly starts fucking her face on the spot. Judging by the mirth practically sparkling in Aoi’s eyes, that’s exactly where she wanted him. As she sucks him off, she gives his hand a squeeze as if reassuring him she could take it. Telling him to let himself go, to act on those fantasies he had spoken of moments prior. Yet it didn’t take long for him to reach that familiar pulsing pleasure, his gentle grip on her hair turning rough as his hips stutter. And he forces himself to stay still, to not fuck her throat.
“I’m going to—”
Aoi pulls back with a pop, wiping a trail of drool from her chin and smirks right at him. Her emerald eyes are glowing in the low light, his own silver eyes wide at the audacity of the woman before him. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Just as he opens his mouth to get a word in, she is leaning back in, nails digging into the meat of his thighs as she eagerly licks and nips at his throbbing cock. Thancred’s hands fall to the bed, fingers tangling into the sheets and digging in. For a moment he thinks he hears the tell-tale sound of fabric tearing, but he pays it no mind. Not when his world has been reduced to the beautiful woman between his legs and the feeling of her mouth on his cock. His chest heaves as he comes close, only for Aoi to once more pull back with a smirk, cocking her head to the side with a playful smile.
They continue this dance, Aoi edging Thancred over and over again, until he could no longer hold himself back. Rough fingers take hold of the back of her head as she’s just about to pull back, holding her in place as he coats her mouth, her throat with his cum. Relief mixed with pleasure shakes him to his very core, his eyes screwed shut as he comes down from his high.
As he pries his eyes open, he sees the way his lover opens her mouth wide, showcasing the thick load of cum in her mouth. Aoi swallows with a wink, licks her lips, and leans back on her haunches and meets his gaze with a tilt of her head.
“What’s next on your list of fantasies, love?”
“Let me show you.”
In an instant Aoi is hoisted onto Thancred’s waist, a muffled gasp escaping her lips as he pulls her back to his chest. The silken edges of her nightgown rise as he drapes her legs over his thighs, exposing the entirety of her lower body to the cool night air. A shudder runs down her spine. Glancing over her shoulder, she’s met with the steely gaze of a predator. The Au Ra merely grins as she leans back into the heat of his chest.
Thick fingers dance along her inner thigh, and every time a breathy, relieved sigh drags itself from Aoi’s lips he pulls back. Smirking at her all the while. She bares her fangs, ready to tease him for dancing around what they both desperately wanted, if the hardness poking her ass was anything go by, when he takes hold of her chin and forces her gaze forward.
“Look.”
Thancred pushes her panties aside with ease, slipping a finger into her dripping core. He drinks in the shaky sighs that has her entire body easing against him, lips brushing against her temple as he slowly scissors her open. Aoi merely watches, shocked at the pink glow on her cheeks, the erratic rise and fall of her chest that she sees in the mirror. Her peeked nipples visible through her gown. That coil within her tightens to the point of snapping in mere moments. Squeezing her eyes shut, she spreads her legs even further, chasing after that high, only for an aching empty feeling to wash over.
Emerald eyes burn with a fire that would put Ifrit, put Suzaku, to shame, and as she meets Thancred’s half-lidded gaze, she knows that she’s fallen for his trap. “Why did you—”
“You closed your eyes, dove. I want you to watch. Watch as I fuck you with my fingers, watch as you unravel around them. You can do that, can’t you?”
A challenge, one that has her itching to turn around and push him onto the bed. To prove to him that she’s not one to be tested, least of all in her current state. But as his fingers slip between her lower lips, teasing her clit before sliding inside her with ease once more, that wildfire dulls to a mere blaze as she bites down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
Again and again he fucks her cunt with his fingers, stopping just as she was about to go over the edge. Every time she would glare, wiggle her hips, desperate for the pleasure only Thancred could give her.
“Please,” Aoi finally begs, tears pricking the corner of her eyes as she humps his palm. Eager for the friction and the delicious feeling it brings. It was too much, it wasn’t enough. She wanted, needed more. Thancred, having decided she’d earned it, gives her exactly what she wanted. Thumb gently circling her clit, he feels her walls clench around his fingers as she comes undone.
“You’re breathtaking,” he whispers against her horn, pressing gentle kisses against it. “Look at you.”
Half-lidded emerald eyes meet their reflection, Aoi shocked at the sight before her. Her night gown was hoisted to expose her breasts, the satin fabric shining in the moonlight. Her excitement gleamed on her thighs, Thancred’s fingers, lips parted and a blush dusting her whole body. There was never a doubt in her mind that she was beautiful. It was a weapon she had learned to use over the years, had honed to a sharpened blade. But this was unlike anything she’d seen before.
“And now…” In an instant Thancred is moving, the warmth of his chest vanishing as Aoi finds herself seated hovering mere ilms above his cock. “Now, I want to fill you up. If you’ll have me.”
Lips dance along her neck, pausing at the junction between her shoulder as he meets her gaze. Permission was a necessity, and it always would be between them. So she nods, eager to have that full feeling once more. Yet Thancred merely waits, continuing to ravage her neck.
“Fuck me,” Aoi all but hisses, reaching back to take a fistful of his white hair and giving it a gentle tug. She can feel that infuriating smirk of his against her neck, but all sarcasm dies on her lips as she’s eased onto his cock.
A large hand goes to rest against her stomach, the touch intimate in a way completely different to the cock fucking into her. It’s a tender, loving touch. One that reminds her that she is bearing his child and just how much she loves him and he loves her despite their decade long dance around that very word. Oh, she loves that she’s full with his child. Loves the way he’s kissing her neck, nibbling on that spot just below her horn that drives her crazy and has her crying out in ecstasy.
“Thancred—”
“I’m here, dove.”
His hands drift to her waist, his grip never too tight, as he pistons into her. Sweat beads on his brow as their moans and cries of pleasure float out through the open window into the calm and quiet Crystarium night. But neither of them could find it in themselves to care. Not when they were drowning in pleasure they could only find in one another.
“I love you,” Aoi cries, the words spilling from her lips over and over again as she climbs towards her release. Her nails gently scraped his scalp, just as they had earlier, her back arching further into his chest. “I’m close—”
“Cum for me.”
Aoi’s body shakes from the force of her orgasm, breath leaving her in harsh pants as she falls limp against his chest. Thancred follows not long after, painting her walls with his cum.
Carefully, gently, as if one wrong move would send her shattering, Thancred lowers them onto the bed, wiping her bangs from her face. Aoi meets his gaze, mind clouded with pleasure and filled to the brim with so much love she didn’t know what to do with it.
“Are there anymore fantasies I should know about?” A knowing smirk tugs at her lips, urging him on. Thancred merely pulls her close, resting his hand on her stomach and tracing soothing circles into the bare skin there. Eyes drifting shut as he loses himself to exhaustion.
“We can explore those later, dove. For now, I just want to hold you close and get a good night’s sleep.” She laughs.
“I suppose I can give you that much.”