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While A’yana was knowledgeable about the arcane and magic in a variety of ways…
Whatever this…was, fell sorely beyond her scope.
She wasn’t totally complaining. It was completely unexpected.
Unlike her soulmate, A’yana had no problem complimenting how lovely her soulmate was. While Zenos was not shy from expressing himself, carrying a similar, theatrical cadence reminiscent of his great grandfather, he was not one to express his feelings for her through words. Waxing poetic about her beauty was not his way of expressing affection, no he ensured she knew how beautiful he found her through touch.
A’yana was not so dissimilar, but she was still sometimes awed by his beauty. He was always keen, always aware, which was to be expected of a warrior of his caliber. He could always feel her eyes on him, unwilling to let her innocently appreciate his beauty quietly. His eyes would always find hers and make her feel a tad self conscious, tattoos glowing faintly since she could turn red from embarrassment.
There was only one time where she could appreciate him, and that was when he slept.
While he emitted the presence of an impenetrable fortress, the former prince still had a body that required rest. It had taken some time for him to get used to not sleeping so lightly around her, to allow himself to fully relax. Neither of them truly slept too deeply, both of them used to answering the call of battle at a moment’s notice, but she remembers the first night she truly let her guard down around him and entered the deepest sleep she had in a long time.
She had fallen asleep on the sofa in her cottage, exhausted from a day’s work, practically passing out as she fell into the soft and warm cushions. Zenos was not home, but she knew he would be around eventually. Eorzea had finally gotten used to his presence, though it took several years for them to acknowledge he wouldn’t kill any of them just because he felt like it, despite what the rumors said.
Zenos took good care of her, contrary to what most of the general public believed. This was further proven to how she woke up the following morning. While the spring nights were still fairly cool, she knew she would stay plenty warm in the den of her cottage. As her eyes opened, she found herself feeling cozier than she remembered falling asleep. Blinking sleep from her eyes, her mind slowly began to register the familiar sensation of soft, linen sheets cocooning her.
Her toes accidentally brush against a toned calf, turning her face to find Zenos’s sleeping one. Resting on his back, his own sleeping position was equally relaxed, and to her surprise he remained asleep despite her brushing up against him mistakenly. Zenos had always been an early riser, either training outside in the yard as he waited for to wake, or reading whatever new book he got his hands on. To find him still asleep suggested that maybe he had a rough day as well, and was sleeping it off.
Taking a look at herself, she notes he had dressed her in a simple tunic fit for sleeping and not much else. She doesn’t even remember him coming home, or him undressing her to get in bed. Despite spending most of his life seeking a connection, caring for no one save himself, he was a rather quick study in how to take care of her. The thought of him coming home exhausted but still picking her up to get her in bed instead of leaving her there warms her heart.
Turning over some, A’yana props herself up on one elbow, using her other hand to gently run her fingers through the wayward strands of his fine hair. While Zenos was not vain, he did still put great work into his appearance, especially when she verbally praised him about it quite often. She traces his eyebrows, still bewildered how someone so deadly could be so beautiful. That isn’t to say that she hadn’t met other beautiful, dangerous people before, but Zenos…the soft, yet sharp edge of his jaw fascinated her. The piercing blue of his eyes, the shape of his nose…the hard earned muscle she could feel jump beneath her finger tips while he slumbered.
Shifting a bit more, she presses gentle kisses to his face, appreciating this quiet time to admire him. His soft, yet strong features reflected his personality in a way. Her hand trails down to his neck, tips of her claws catching on the slightly raised skin of his scar.
This scar…sometimes it pained her to look at. He had touted it with pride at first, but one look at the trauma in her eyes had ensured he never mentioned it outright again. For him, it was his shining moment. For her, it was a grim reminder that if not for his strange abilities, he’d be lost to her forever.
Looking at it now, it had healed quite nicely, considering how much pressure he put into slicing his own neck. A blade as sharp as the ones he owned would have easily cut through skin to an artery without issue. Unfortunately he sorely misjudged his strength and nearly lopped his own head off. She shudders at the thought, tail frizzing up, steering her thoughts back to brighter territory.
The flesh is still puffy, slightly stretched due to how he’s laying down. Despite the sharp edge of his sword, the scar is still jagged, the color a darker pink than the rest of his skin. Curiosity gets the better of her as her fingers run along it, finding it smooth and free of any body hair compared to the skin around it. Did he suffer any nerve damage, she wonders. At very least she is glad one of them finds this scar impressive. Leaning in, she gently places a kiss there, thankful he’s still by her side.
Pressing more kisses to the scar, she sighs into his skin, basking in his scent. He shifts a little, making her go stiff as a board, eyes jumping up to see if she woke him unintentionally. Instead, she silently gasps as horns sprout from his head. Reaching up to touch them, she confirms they are quite real, running her fingers along the ridges. Eyes jumping back to his face, she confirms he’s still asleep.
Fascinated, she slowly sits herself up to straddle him across his waist, completely ignorant of the fact she’s not wearing any underwear. Running her fingers on his cheek, she waits with bated breath to see if any more transforming will occur. To her disappointment, nothing happens but she’s not ready to give up. Hands in the pillows by his head, she leans back down to press gentle kisses to the scar on his neck once more.
A’yana feels him shift under a little more, taking care to not wake him up. His breathing is still incredibly even, there’s no way he’s faking rest. She presses a few more kisses to the scar, catching scales blooming along his arms from the corner of her eye. Mystified, she watches the small transformation take place, gently rubbing her fingers along the shimmering silver. As real as the scale of any dragon, A’yana leans back down again, wanting to see what other transformations can occur.
How would he react, she wonders. Zenos had shown himself as a man who would do whatever it took to achieve ultimate power. He would no doubt hop out of bed upon seeing this transformation. Spend hours training to see if it was something he could do at will, even force her to kiss on him until they brought every onze of Shinryu’s latent aether to the surface. No, she must take this opportunity of his exhausted state to examine him in full. If he would let her dote on him to this extent while he was conscious, it would be a different story.
All she wants to do is shower him with her love and appreciation for him. Did some part of him still fear being vulnerable? Was some part of him still wary of accepting love? Maybe if she eventually woke him up with her affections, he would be a bit more amenable to it in the future.
Mind made up, she rests her weight on him, knowing from experience he can take it, even when asleep. She goes back to pressing kisses all over his face, highlighting the places she loves most. It was hard to kiss his cheek due to their difference in height, so for the times he was in reach, she made sure to make up for it. She peppered kisses around his lips, just barely glancing over them, the skin around them just as soft.
Her hands trailed over his neck and across his shoulders, admiring how broad they are. She genuinely could not fathom how massive he was some days, his hand feeling as if it could wrap around her entire thigh if he put his mind to it. She gives them a light squeeze, checking to see if he slumbered still. Breathing still even, she gazes at him curiously. Was he truly so exhausted? Should she begin to worry?
No, he would have woken her up to tell her if something was wrong. He had been on the receiving end of her master healing skills and knew to always call on her if anything was ever wrong, no matter what was happening. Maybe he had been struggling with sleep lately and took a potion to help him maintain a deeper state of rest, she pondered. While her thoughts were busy bouncing back and forth, more transformations were occurring…
Scooting down a bit, she now has a better angle to run her hands across his wide chest, paired perfectly with his broad shoulders. The man was just big in general, never failing to amuse her with how gently he treated her when he wasn’t trying to fling her into a mountain whenever they had their duels. He would tease her in that deadpan voice of his how small she was, but she knew he held nothing but the highest regard for her as the Warrior of Light.
Scooting back a little further, she squeaks as she feels her tail bump into a certain part of his anatomy. With a slow turn, she notes that his length is hard and at attention and…different?
Checking back to make sure he’s still awake, she slowly lifts herself and turns herself around. Her tunic is hiked up, the hem resting on the smooth expanse of her thighs as her blue eyes stare unabashedly at the changes in this particular part of Zenos’ anatomy.
Similar to how the scales had changed the texture of his skin, his cock had morphed as well. It was noticeably inhuman, the tip far more tapered than any mortal dick. It was obviously still fleshy, her finger hesitantly reaching to poke and prod at it, constantly looking over her shoulder to see if he had yet to wake. Curiosity winning out, she continued her exploration of him.
Despite its difference, it was somehow still the same. It was still proportionate to the rest of him, still the same size as it had been normally. Only now, there had been added ridges and bumps, a texture that was foreign yet tantalizing all at once. It had also somewhat changed in curvature, curving in a way she knew would hit right where she needed it if she allowed it inside her.
Turning back to him, she gazes at his still sleeping face. Maybe he needed a little more coaxing to wake up. She knew she had his consent to touch him as she pleased, for deep down he knew she would never bring him harm. Maliciously anyway, if his battle scars counted for anything.
A’yana shifts the bulk of her weight onto her knees, shivering at the slight breeze across her moistened folds. She didn’t mean to get so hot and bothered by her seemingly innocent admiration of him, but he was just too attractive for his own good.
Tail swaying in the air for balance, she rests her arms comfortably on his body, taking his cock in hand. It had been leaking precum the entire time, in ample supply. She hardly had to do any work in slicking him up, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t going to have a taste. Holding him still, she presses her lips to the tip, tongue darting out to get a taste. It doesn’t taste any different than it usually did, but she had to wonder just what dreams he was having that his body was producing so much.
She laps at it a bit more, using the precum to help slick her own hands up, allowing them to glide easily on his cock “Zenos…” she murmurs, dazedly admiring his girth. “...it’s time to wake up.” she sighs, giving him a firm squeeze. His hips instinctively rise into her touch, her tongue still lapping at his cock. She took her time, swirling her tongue around the head, enjoying the taste, the scent of him.
“Zenos,” she groans, reaching underneath her to run a finger through her folds, shuddering at the sensation. She was plenty wet,and getting far too turned on. Maybe if she focused harder on him, he would wake. “Time to wake up,” she hums, finally leaning forward to start taking him in her mouth.
Zenos was a large man, and came with equally large parts. She had never been able to fit all of him inside her mouth, let alone down her throat, and not for lack of trying. He was always aroused by her efforts, eyes hazy whenever he’d push her head down to make her take more. There was a give and take between them, an understanding they had come to. Zenos knew A’yana was perfectly capable of bleeding him dry, that he was bound to one of the most powerful beings in existence. A being, that when it was all said and done, allowed him to essentially do as she wished with her. A being that relinquished the power she so easily held once she was in the bedroom, and yet still lorded over him all the same. She had a similar effect on him, this she knew. Zenos was not shy about his fantasies where she was concerned, how he yearned to please her. Just as she was his to slake his lust in, she was his to please until she screamed herself hoarse.
These lewd thoughts spur her on as she uses both her hands and mouth together, enjoying the interesting sensations and textures on her tongue. She can feel each ridge, each bump as she hollows her cheeks, eyelids fluttering closed as she throws herself into her task. Moaning around his cock, the miqo’te woman doesn’t realize the show she’s giving to her audience, not until it's too late.
A’yana yelps awkwardly around the cock in her mouth as she feels hands on her thighs, releasing the suction on his dick as she feels herself being pulled backward.
“Ah…” Zenos sighs, his voice deep and gravelly from his transformation or from sleep, she cannot tell. “What a way to wake up.”
“Z-Zenos?” A’yana stammers, unable to resist his strength as he drags her up his body.
“Good morning.” he hums, eyes focused on her moistened core. “Look at you, so wet. And you haven’t even touched yourself.” he observes, much to her embarrassment even if this was her goal.
“Y-Yes–oh…!” she cries, feeling his finger graze through her folds. He does so carefully, realizing he’s minding the sharpened claws now adorning his fingers. Her body turns to mush as he continues to just rub through her wetness, hardly able to keep his cock in her hands as he gives her much needed relief. “G-Good morning,” she stammers, hips pressing back into his touch. He chuckles at her wanton display, adjusting his grip on her.
He presses a thumb against her clit, and A’yana moans long and low as a result. Her hands lazily try to maintain his pleasure, one hand gently stroking his cock, but her mind is a fog with how good she feels.
“As much as I desire to test these…transformations you’ve brought to the forefront…” Zenos trails off, rubbing her clit in small, artful circles, “ …I believe you must be punished.”
“Punished for what?” Brows furrowing, she summons enough strength to twist her body just enough to gaze back into his eyes, gasping at what she sees. Irises that were normally ice blue had instead been changed to a glowing green, pupils forming thin, draconic slits that finally gave him the predatory appearance he seemed to emit.
“Punished for your teasing.” He muses, as if talking about the weather. “I had been awake the moment you decided it was a good idea to sit yourself on top of me.” he continues, pressing his thumb harder against her core. “Don’t move.” he orders, and without thinking, she obeys, holding herself up as he bites at the claws of two of his fingers. Slipping one inside her, A’yana feels her eyes practically roll back in her head at finally being filled.
“I’ve been sitting here watching you taunt me with your body. While I enjoyed the view, I would have preferred to be an active participant.” he drawls, pumping his finger in and out of her sheathe. A’yana moans and mewls, too far gone to rebuff whatever punishment he wants to dole out. Slowly he adds a second finger, chuckling as A’yana’s claws dig into his skin, her hips trying to ride his fingers and take them deeper.
“I thought…you were exhausted…” A’yana pleads, even though she knows it will avail her none. “And you never let me touch you or dote on you when you’re awake! I just wanted to take the chance, ah,” she whines, feeling him graze against that spot deep inside her. “Right there,”
“And so, what was your goal?” he questions, beginning to thrust his fingers a little faster.
“I just wanted,” she slurs, hips moving in time with each pump of his fingers. “I just wanted to show you I love you,” she cries out as he robs her of words once again, increasing the pace of his fingers until all that falls from her lips is moans of his name.
“Touching.” he drones sarcastically, even as he fucks her with his fingers. “What would Eorzea say if they knew their hero was so soft and affectionate…” he grumbles in distaste, as if she is beneath him despite the ferocity with which he pleasures her. “Tabloids would be interested to hear of the immoral desires of their hero…how deeply she lusts after their enemy.”
“Y-You wouldn’t…!” she hisses, even as the sound of his voice does things to her. “And you are no longer an enemy,” she whines, shifting her hands to fist in the sheets. “Oh fuck,”
“Perhaps, to you.” he smirks, even if she cannot see it. “To many, I am still the prince of Garlemald, to many I am still a monster.” he states simply. “But I am your monster, am I not?”
He pulls his fingers from her core and A’yana immediately cries at the loss, even as Zenos grabs her and sits up in the same fluid motion. Pushing her forward, he pulls himself from beneath her, tugging her tunic off before pressing her flat against the bed. A’yana tries to resist, but Zenos has always been able to beat her in a test of raw strength. One hand firmly on her back, the other reaches to take his transformed cock in hand and nestle himself between her cheeks.
A’yana whimpers at the contact, feeling him so close to where she needs him and yet so far. “Don’t tease me,” she begs, wishing she had any leverage to try and press up against him. With his legs on either side of her own and his hand holding her down, all she can do is lie there and wait. “I wasn’t even teasing you earlier! Not on purpose,” she whines as he leans down and takes one of her ears between his teeth, nibbling on it gently. Her eyes roll back in her head, body going slack immediately. Saying nothing more, Zenos lines himself up and sheathes himself inside in one stroke, laughing at the surprised yelp she releases as a result. “Twelve above,”
“Your savage gods won’t help you now, Warrior of Light,” he taunts, taking care to caress every syllable of her title. “Especially since I had caught you worshiping me.”
“I was not worshiping–” she grounds out but it ebbs into a moan, a moan he can feel as his hand begins to cradle the front of her neck.
“Oh?” he purrs, flexing his fingers on her neck, ensuring she feels the tips of each claw. “Is that why I woke to find you pressing kisses to my face? Lavishing me with your attentions?” She can feel his breath atop her head, lips intimately caressing her ear. “Worshiping me on your knees?” He begins to roll his hips, watching as her eyes practically roll back in her head. Her jaw would be slack if not for his grip on her neck, thumb gently rubbing along her jaw as he lets her feel the length of him.
Normally she would be more vocal, would have some snappy retort for his snooty remarks. But with every time he pulls out, she can feel every ridge, every bump along his cock, stimulating her insides in ways she didn’t even know were possible. Every push back in, the tapered end of his cock would just barely brush against her cervix, teasing at the ability to breed. Both of them knew she had countermeasures in place to prevent any child from coming to fruition, but it didn't stop the primal part of her from reveling in just how well he could.
Her claws are far duller than his, but still they tear through the sheets, unable to even complain about having to buy yet another set while Zenos continues the rhythmic undulation of his hips. Bowing over her, he catches her eyes, basks in their dazed and enchanted glow, fixing her with a look of satisfaction. “The Warrior of Light simply cannot help herself…” he muses, giving a singular hard thrust to make her cry out, to hear it with his ears and feel the vibrations in his hand.
A’yana’s tattoos glow faintly, not for lack of pleasure, but from her trance-like state. He looked absolutely mesmerizing hunched over her, his green eyes captivating, his grin dangerous by the points of lethal fangs on once dull canines. His scales catch the morning light in the most enthralling way, wishing she could crystallize this moment to keep forever. “Zenos…” she whines, squeezing down on him inside of her.
He lets out a hiss, snapping his hips hard once again, giving her neck a firm squeeze. “Let me give you what you desire.”
He fucks her in short but hard thrusts, letting her feel his strength. Just as he said, every moan past her lips is felt by his hand, his other hand in a death grip on her hip, ensuring she stays in place as he slams into her. Each plunge brushes against that sweet spot deep inside her, A’yana feeling halfway toward delirium as she becomes drunk on the pleasure. Seeming to be satisfied with her obedience, his thrusts become more rhythmic, setting a steady pace to fuck her from behind.
A’yana moans with how he fucks her, ears pinned back against her head, eyes shut as she focuses on the pleasure. Zenos was almost always rough with her, but the added transformation of mixing with Shinryu added something that she couldn’t put her finger on. The girth of him brushed against the right spots, unable to do anything but lie there and take his assault on her body.
His thrusts increase in pace, railing into her, the bed rocking from the force of his fucking. “A’yana…” he growls above her, moving the hand on her neck to instead cup a breast in hand, squeezing and molding the flesh as he pounded into her. A’yana doesn’t even make a move to press her fingers to her clit, feeling enough stimulation from his cock alone. She’s not far from her bliss, waiting to catch her with open arms.
Zenos unfortunately had become well attuned to her needs. There was no way to stop him from releasing his hold on her hip and instead taking the base of her tail in hand, and giving a firm tug. Her orgasm barrels into her, A’yana crying out her lover’s name in rapture.
She feels near death, she feels as if she’s never been more alive. Robbed of breath as if she may breathe her last, yet skin slicked with sweat reminding her that she is very alive. Only at her body clamping down on him does Zenos slow the thrusting of his hips, running a hand down her back gently despite how he just fucked her within an inch of her life.
She sighs softly as he pulls out of her, knowing he’s not done with her quite yet. His hand gets a grip on her waist, applying pressure to get her to flip to her back. Rearranging his own body, he adjusts his weight to kneel on the bed, keeping her legs spread as he pulls her toward him once again. One hand on his cock helps fit the head back into her sheathe, A’yana cooing at the feeling of being filled once more. Once he makes sure he won’t slip out, he puts both hands on her hips, pulling her onto his cock with nothing but his strength, spearing her.
Zenos lets out a hiss, but this time it is one of satisfaction, enjoying the warm heat her body offers. Zenos always gave as good as he got, but never let it be said he was above being a slave to his need. Leaning forward, he fists one hand in the sheets by her head, pulling his hips back, eyes transfixed on the sight of his altered cock plunging in and out of her.
He groans low at the sight, eyes drifting back up to her own, A’yana focusing on nothing but him. Releasing a snarl that sounds more beast than man, he keeps one hand on her hip, once again increasing the force of his thrusts into her willing body. A’yana takes it, breasts bouncing hypnotically with each of his thrusts into her core. Her tattoos’ glow is still bright in the morning sun, possibly one of his favorite things about her.
Though he would never speak the words aloud, he was fascinated by her as much as she was with him.
He knew she only slept deeply around him, trusting him to protect her, to rouse her at the first sign of danger. The only danger she would ever be around him were the tender moments he gifted himself as she slept on. He would wrap his fingers in the waves of her hair, playing with the looser curls to amuse himself. Run his fingers across her tattoos, swearing he could feel the magic humming beneath her skin. In awe that the most powerful hero Eorzea had to offer would sleep next to him without a care.
He would never speak such flowery words aloud, so he showed it in other ways. He would always be there waiting for her whenever she returned from a long trip. He would buy things he knew she liked.
And he would also fuck her until she was limping around the house without a speck of remorse.
The thought of seeing her tied to bed today drives his hips faster, pulling her hips down on his cock the same time he thrusts his own forward. If he can hear his own inhuman growling, he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it so neither is she. Her legs wrap around him, holding her to him as he finally takes his fill. Her cries bounce off the wall of her quaint little home, glad she had managed to snag one far from any nosy neighbors because there was no hiding her cries in bed with him.
A’yana whines as she feels another orgasm begin to creep up on her. Biting down on her lip, she tries to hold back her embarrassing noises, but he keeps reaching the deepest parts of her. Zenos’ snarls and growls excite her instead of scare her, even as he bends to capture her lips in a searing kiss, all while fucking her. She runs her tongue across his fangs, fists her hands in his hair before grabbing hold of his horns, something that makes him pound impossibly harder.
When she comes, she makes him take everything.
Her hands leave his horns and wreathe themselves around his neck, holding him close as her body tenses from the ecstasy. She digs the heels of her feet in his lower back as she tries to press them as close together as possible, sobbing his name in bliss. Zenos doesn’t last much longer, snarling her name into her mouth, every breath a groan as his body spills deep inside her. She feels it reach her deepest parts, filling her with his seed.
They continue their kiss, Zenos snaking an arm beneath her to hold her close as the last bits of their orgasm course through their bodies. Pulling apart, A’yana watches with hazy eyes as Zenos’ transformation begins to fade. His eyes shift from their glinting green back into their usual ice blue. His horns retract back into his head as if they had never been there at all. He looks as he did before she began touching his scar, sighing as he collapses on his side right next to her.
His arm is slung over her, not insanely heavy, but the moment she tries to get up, he gets a grip on her and pulls her to him. They aren’t even lying in bed correctly, but it doesn’t stop him from pulling her close in a silent show of tenderness. “Zenos?”
“You’ve exhausted me.” he mumbles, able to feel his chest rumble from the vibration. Pushing a little harder, she pulls away from him enough to meet his dreamy gaze. Certainly the look of a man still in post coital bliss. “You are the one who disrupted my sleep after all.”
Burrowing back into his chest, A’yana ignores his amused chuckles as he shifts to wrap both arms around her. “You didn’t want to see if your transformation gave you new abilities for battle?” she can’t help but ask.
“Battle was the last thing on my mind in my transformed state.” he mumbles, sounding sleepier by the second. “...And that will not change if this is how you must bring it about.” he silently gives her an insistent squeeze. “If you do not plan to sleep, I have no qualms about shoving you out of bed.”
A’yana feigns an offended gasp, smacking his chest as best she can. “You wouldn’t dare!” She huffs, complete with a playful giggle.
He’s already asleep.