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𝕹𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖎
[/ˌ𝚗ɛ𝚏ə𝚛ˈ𝚝𝚒ː𝚝𝚒/]
𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎.
𓂀𓂀𓂀
Varka isn’t somebody who’s easily ensnared by blatant seduction, he rarely finds satisfaction in a love affair without those extra strings, and tonight was no different. Despite that being said, Varka also has no interest in committing in relationships he knew would not last due to his being an itinerant knight, how he wanders from places to places should duty call for it scares his potential lovers away. It hasn’t stopped him from eyeing beautiful ladies and gentlemen, though. But this one has caught his eye particularly well.
He wasn’t a saint; he enjoys sneaking glances on faces he thought were beautiful, and as much as doesn’t want to admit it, he often gets distracted if one were to work with him on a mission. Especially this lady from Nod-Krai, the very epitome of intimidating elegance, oh, but her beauty is only the icing on top of the cake. She puts Varka in a trance with that quick mouth of hers. Intelligent, witty, beguiling. Makes him want to shut her pouty lips up with his own. Fuck, he shouldn’t have thought of that.
He blames the vodkas and liquors they drank for celebrating their recent victory against Rerir. But what has gotten into him these days? Why does he behave like a man with no etiquette? Having these kinds of… ‘thoughts’ for a coworker, no less. Yet he couldn’t avert his eyes away from her, no matter how badly he wanted to, to at least preserve whatever dignity he had left as the Grand Master. But how could he when she also met his gaze and her eyes looked at him with the same carnal desire he bears, it made him avert his eyes.
These childish thoughts mixed with the strong alcohol make him dizzy and delirious in his foolish fantasy, perhaps he has been hallucinating it all this time, so he stands up and groggily walks towards the door to go out for a smoke. Unbeknownst to him, he has a shadow following his trail like a cat stalking its prey.
He looked down below, where only dust walked the streets and realized that there were even fewer people in Nasha Town, the signage of the The Flagship had only been blinking for a deserted place, lighting up only for those awake and inebriated in the middle of the night.
“Not enjoying the party, Grand Master?” Her voice was as sultry as wine in his ears, she walked towards him on that lonesome railing. The rusty air fills the short gap in between their skin, like two atoms just waiting to collide. “A shame, really. The Traveler has spent quite a lot on those vodkas.”
“They’re knocked out dead, aren’t they?” He laughs, glancing at her before breathing out smoke, “Just had enough of it, I guess.” Well, he wasn’t getting any younger and he really does need to control his alcohol. He looks for every excuse to justify another excuse, isn’t that a bit embarrassing as a Grand Master?
“Out here for a smoke, too?”
“Yes.”
“Here.”
Varka hands him one of his own cigars.
She takes it, only to pause for a second, she raises the unlit cigar, “Light this up for me, will you?”
Varka suddenly tenses up, but he tries to swallow it down. “Ah, of course. My apologies.”
He bends his neck slightly for the tip of his cigar to meet hers, both of their faces slowly neared each other with cautiousness, their eyes met again, but only for a second, with only the cigars stopping them for whatever ravenous thoughts they had for each other, or at least Varka thought.
“You know, Diluc has told me a lot about you.” She said, puffing out a smoke, she flicks off the ashes by shaking the cigar slightly, “No spouse, no children. Can you confirm it for me?”
“That’s… true. I do, however, have several children I didn’t formally adopt— Wait. You know Diluc?” Varka asks, flabbergasted, if this isn’t the most random fact he has heard in his life then he doesn’t know what is. How come that kid knew Nefer before Varka was in the picture?
“Shh…” Nefer puts a finger against her lips. He shakes his head, laughing. He faces towards her direction and leans against the railing, inhaling and exhaling the smoke of the cigar in another direction as he stares into those emerald eyes of hers like a man bewitched.
“Quite a surprise that you two get along well. What, you want me to deliver a love letter for him?” It was the alcohol’s fault. Okay, maybe just partly, and Varka doesn’t know what he was spouting, just that he felt stupidly irritated at the mere mention of another man’s name from her mouth.
Nefer’s lips pursed as her eyes slightly roll, rather unamused with the implication, she exhales, blowing her smoke towards Varka’s face.
“Oh, come on, Varka. You know that’s not why I followed you here.” She says as her face slowly closes in on him. He closes his eyes, only to open it again in embarrassment when the only thing she does is whisper to his ears. “You know who I want.”
“I do?”
Varka wasn’t a saint; so he lets himself be pushed against the wall of the room they were in, making sure he doesn’t moan too loud when she rolls her tongue with his own, to avoid getting caught by The Flagship’s other guests. He pulls her closer by the waist, making her feel how hard his cock was through the fabric of his jeans.
This affair reminds him of his younger days, but somehow it feels different than before; more eager and passionate and discreet, but then again, maybe it’s only the alcohol talking.
He feels her hands caress on his bare skin while his hands snake from her waist to her soft breasts, his fingers go underneath the cloth of her dress to caress her nipples directly, earning him a moan in between their kisses.
She palms his hardened cock and gives it a light squeeze and pushes Varka onto the soft bed. Making him laugh in surprise. “Eager, aren’t we?”
“Strip.” She says sternly, taking off only her underwear but leaving her dress on.
“Anything you say goes, Ms. Nefer.” Varka quipped, taking off his entire clothes under Nefer’s watchful eyes. He was never one to brag, but the lovely ladies (and gentlemen) who have shared a night with him always leave the hotel room satisfied. And he’d be sure to leave Nefer more than that.
Her eyes examine his skin from the hairs on his chest, down to the prominent ridges on his abdomen, and now towards the reddened head of his pulsating cock, and finally, finally she decides to close the gap between them again and sits on his lap.
This makes Varka receive her so eagerly, immediately pressing his tongue on her neck, lightly sucking on it and then kissing her again while her bare cunt brushes against his shaft. His hands pull on her buttocks, making the heat in between their crotch closer and closer until he’s sliding in between her folds.
Nefer grabs one of his hands and guides it towards her core, making him feel each fold and entry. When his calloused fingers met her moistened cunt, she couldn't help but let out a moan that sounded like music to his ears, “...Baby, you’ve been this wet for me all this time? How flattering.”
“Oh, shut up.” She says before claiming his lips again while her hips involuntarily grinds faster on his fingers, seeking more friction.
Varka becomes impatient, he removes the fingers that were once inside her and flips her on the bed, parting her legs with ease then pressing small kisses on the inner part of her thighs before the stripe of his tongue drinks up the fluid that came out of her. He circles his tongue around her clit, flicking it over and over until it drives Nefer on the edge of heaven, but before she could even have the taste of her orgasm, he inserts three of his thick fingers inside her whilst eating her pussy like a man starved.
“Fuck!” Her legs wrap around Varka’s shoulders, still he doesn’t budge and continues doing it, she is breathless and refuses to moan aloud, “I, I’m coming… Fuck, Varka, don’t stop.”
Nefer feels her walls tighten up when she feels his tongue poking inside her instead of his fingers. When she finally came, she found Varka pawing on her breasts again, his face now pressing between them. “Not gonna take this off?”
“Not if you won’t fuck me first.” Nefer smiles almost cunningly.
At first, it took some time for her to adjust to his size, and with him on his back, his cock went deeper than she’d expected. He was buried inside her to the hilt. She lifts her hips and slams back down, giving him no time to think and thrust herself on top of him, and it happens, again and again and again. She cups her own breasts and massage them through cloth.
Varka moans, biting his lips to suppress it, trying to keep up with Nefer, “Slow down. Please. I’m so close.” He groaned, throwing his head back at the pure ecstasy of her riding him like it was her life on the line. The flesh inside her was tight and warm, and every ridge inside never missed a surface of his cock.
“Come on, Varka.” She moans out, close to reaching her second orgasm as well, her hips still chasing the high, “I know you wanna come inside me.”
Varka’s hips stutters when releases his load inside, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. Nefer collapses on top of him, not moving an inch from Varka’s cock. “Fuck, you still have it in you, old man.”
He wraps his arms around her frame, and he laughs heartily, “You think so? It’s been a while for me, so…”
Nefer lifts up her head and kisses Varka, they make out for a while until Nefer sits up again on Varka’s hardening cock, removing her entire dress and revealing those bosoms Varka has always asked to see, “Wanna do it again?”
By the archons above, she was a goddess of beauty, Varka wouldn’t dare deny whatever she asked from him. “Sure. But I’ll do the driving this time.”
Nefer gasps in surprise as she holds onto Varka’s neck while he flips her on her back, Varka begins to thrust inside her over and over until he finds a fast and steady pace while sucking on her tits. As a knight, and a Grand Master no less, he had the stamina of goddamn bull and had no problem plowing his throbbing cock inside Nefer’s warm cunt all night long.
Her moans have gotten louder and louder by the time and Varka has no choice but to cover her mouth with a hand while he grinds inside Nefer relentlessly, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
If one were to ask what kept Varka awake all night long, he’d just laugh and say, “Some feline got inside my room last night and kept scratching me.” and it won’t be very far from the truth.
That early morning, he woke up with his back full of scratches from their vigorous ‘activity’ last night. Nefer was already wearing her clothes back, and Varka couldn’t help but hug her from behind, nuzzling his nose on her soft hair, and pressing soft kisses on her neck. “Isn’t it too early for you to go? Eat breakfast with me at least, Ms. Nefer.”
“I still have work to do.” Said Nefer, untangling his arms on her waist. “But let’s do it again sometime, yeah?”
They share a slow, languid and sloppy kiss just before she goes, leaving Varka no time to respond.
Varka was not a saint; they have convened every night since then, filling their repetitive and tedious days with pleasure and a little extra string. Nefer pretends not to hear his confessions of love and kisses him on the mouth instead, she pretends not to enjoy when Varka wraps his arms around her after having fucked, and she pretends to call it sex when all they have been doing all this time was making love.