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Ykhar was a wee bit tipsy. She stumbled after Valkyon, who seemed to always be strutting like he's on the catwalk. She was a little confused when they didn't go towards HQ, but she quickly realized what Valkyon meant by 'his place'.
Kassvin's house.
This made her feel so dirty. Like a homewrecker.... She... likes it, actually! She rarely does adventurous things like this nowadays, but she certainly wouldn't mind. She wouldn't mind being.... Like Valkyon.
She's so obsessed with him.
The door opened with a deafening creak and they stepped into the dark foyer.
"Does Kassvin mind?"
"He doesn't. But don't tell him we did it in his bed." He stripped his cloak off and looked at her. "Take your shoes off, he doesn't like it when we track dirt in."
She took the red shawl off and put it on the hanger. Valkyon was a watching her like a hawk. His smoky eyeshadow was a tiny bit smudged from their earlier kisses.
She could feel her legs getting weaker already...
She bunched her dress up as they went upstairs, the hem was long enough that she could trip on it and going to the infirmary would be an embarrassing end to their one night stand.
The bed wasn't made.... the blankets that Kassvin slept in just this morning were strewn about. Valkyon you whoooore! YOu WHorE!
Ykhar unbuttoned her bodice and threw it to the side. The dress was now lose around her frame and Valkyon pulled it over her head in one go. She had a shift on underneath, slightly tinted blue from a disastrous blueing incident.
Valkyon was quick to push her on the mattress. He let her watch as he took his crop top off... He had a bunch of jewels on too because he's a crow. He likes shiny stuff.
"Hey... " He said. "Are you alright?"
"I'm alright. Are you?"
"Yeah... do I look not alright?"
"You look tense."
"You look straight up scared."
"Im a little scared. I kind of have a huge crush on you." He laughed and undid his belt. "And this is your boyfriends house."
He smirked. "What about it?"
She blushed. "Nothing..."
"It doesn't seem like it's nothing. Enjoyin' it I hope?"
"Very much." She watched him undress. He took his jewels off one by one and put them on a chair that Kassvin endearingly dubbed 'the nightsit'......
Damn it, that's so funny.
Valkyon used to think Ykhar was the most adorable thing ever to exist. He tends to find people like her attractive and she tends to find people like him attractive so it's obvious that they ended up together.
He held her chin up and kissed her, slowly and tenderly. He's tipsy, and when he's tipsy he gets all soft.... Or is he always soft? Probably. He could go a little more rough though.
"I'm not made of sugar."
"Why so sweet, then?" She chuckled and pulled his other hand closer, into her hair. She's acting all coquetteish.
"You know what I like." He smiled.
"Mhm." He sat down on the mattress and she crawled right into his lap. Valkyon's lips quickly found hers and he kissed her until her skin was flushed red. His hand held the back of her head, fingers buried in her hair. The smooth bastard slid his hands right under her shift, caressing her thigh.
She reached down, palm sliding across his strong abdomen and coming to a halt at the hem of his underwear. He pulled her back by her hair and looked at her.
"Really? So impatient." She giggled as he took her hand and kissed it. "We got all night."
"Soo-reee!" She said, snaking her arms around his neck and scooting closer. She rode one of his thighs, grinding down just right. "Mmh~"
He wrapped her up in his arms, smelling her neck. Cigarette smoke and floral perfume. The usual after being in a bar all night.
Oh? Wouldn't you believe, she also smells like Lance. That slut, he's almost as bad as Valkyon.
He kissed her until she was dizzy then let his hands explore. They traveled far and wide, to her back, her stomach, her breasts and her neck, then they mysteriously found their way right back under her shift. The way his warm, calloused palm traced it's way up and down sent shivers and goosebumps all over her body.
The warm buzz of his charm made her want to just lay down and let him have anything of hers. She pulled her shift off, even as the cold pricked icy needles into her skin. It's worth it, his skin will warm her through in no time.
Her strawberry lip gloss was all gone with the wind by now. She moaned and whined as he inched his hand down between her legs. He was slow but oh so precise. He remembers exactly how she likes it. She wrapped her legs around his waist to give a better vantage to his hand. He's very welcome in there.
After all, he knows exactly how she wants it.
Feathery caresses at first, and ummm.... You know. Bed breaking later.
She couldn't keep her hands to herself, she just had to try again. She reached down once again and this time he let her get into his underwear without a word.
Her fingers raked through the silver hair, looking for his massive choking hazard of a monster cock. She found it, wrapped her tiny hand around it and enjoyed the barely audible grunt that came from the amber eyed beauty.
He stroked her through the light fabric of her panties before reaching underneath and dipping one just barely into the warmth of her. She gasped, which made Valkyon want to mess with her. He needed to hear that again.
"Nghh~" He pulled his hand away, grabbed her thighs and turned her around. A little bit forceful, but Ykhar quite literally wants to be beaten up in bed like a pro wrestler, so it's quite alright. It's always the girls with short nails who's the freaks.
She sat astride his thigh once again, leaning into his chest and enjoying the embrace.
"See that mirror over there?" He asked, whispering in her twitching ear. He kissed her scalp just behind it, giving her goosebumps all over her pale body.
"Yes."
"Look how beautiful you are. You could have anyone, yet you only want me. Get over me." She burst out laughing because that sounds quite silly while hes preparing to fuck her into tge sunrise. She quieted down when he started rocking her back and forth. The friction was just perfect, and it didn't fail to remind her that she should be trying to stay in his good graces.
"Yet here we are."
"You're not special to me anymore, but you could be to someone." Ouch.
"Vaaaal! That's mean!" He chuckled, sliding a hand down to rest on her belly, inching downward at a torturous pace. She felt her cheeks burn. Her heart ran wild like a frightened deer.
"You know what's mean? You also smell like Lansegra." He pressed his nose into her hair, breathing in. "You're still fucking my brother."
She was honestly speechless, but Valkyon didn't seem too turned off by that, so she wasn't going to deny anything. It was absolutely turning her on though. "I'm sorry." She managed with a trembling voice.
"I know you aren't.... But you can make up for it if you're pretending to be sorry." He then reached into her panties and resumed working her open. She could feel his hard dick poking her thigh as she helplessly dangled her leg off of the side of the bed. She was holding onto his hair, reaching behind herself as she was fingered exactly the way she liked.
Her panties were soaked, she was moaning loudly. He hooked his free arm under her knee and hoisted her up to have a better look at her in their reflection. "Look at you." His tone was teasing, a bit playful. "A bigger whore than I am."
"I'm sorry! Please!"
"For what?" He kissed her neck. "For fucking my brother again? You do whatever you want, i don't care anymore."
"Im- I-"
"Or for getting railed by me on my boyfriends bed? Is that what you're sorry for? He'll live." He kept kissing her neck and shoulders, smirking devilishly every time their eyes met in the mirror.
"Mmh! Faster!" Oh how it pleased him to hear that. He obliged, letting her squirm in his arms until she came. He felt her squeeze his two fingers while he kept fingering her through the best 8 seconds of her day. Best 8 seconds so far.
He chuckled, looking at her face in the mirror. He lifted his finger to her mouth and stuck it in. "Clean it." She sucked, putting her tounge between the two fingers and getting her mess off with maximum efficiency. Again, she's a freak. She has had plenty of practice, her methods are next level.
"You've got the nerve to walk around in his shawl? What if someone realized it was his?" Valkyon finally spoke, forcing her to face the mirror with his still wet hand.
"Your brothers shawl?"
"Obviously, dumbass." He smiled as he said that. She's into degradation, don't worry.
"It was so cold! I'm sorry!"
"Hmm. Don't worry about it. Now that you know how stupid it was, you won't repeat it." He ruffled her hair before taking a fistful and pulling on it lightly.
"Hmm~" She gave him a long look. "More."
"Dont worry, I wasn't gonna stop now." She chuckled. She stood up and pushed him on his back. She hastily shimmied out of her panties, which Valkyon just noticed they had little heart shaped carrots on them! So fucking cute. He scooted backwards and got comfortable looking at her naked form in the dim light of the moon. "You're excited, it seems."
"You're like if crack cocain was a person." She climbed on top of him, knees on either side of his hips. She looked down at him. "I need more, I'm begging you!"
He smiled. "Tell me, what do you want?" He had his hands under his head to prop it up.
"Mmmmmm." Her grey eyes traveled from his glowing amber ones, all across his scarred neck and abdomen and finally down to his- "Dick."
His brash grin never faltered as he snapped his fingers to ignite the lantern by the bed. "This lighting suits you."
She was hungrily starting at his member, barely hearing him over her aggressively vivid imagination. She wanted to cry from pleasure, to be filled to the brim with him. She wanted to choke on all he had... Just like in the good old days. "Do you still know that ward spell?"
He scoffed. "Yes, I'm still using it pretty often." You see, a condom is basically a penis shaped ward. Valkyon saves fortunes by using a modified combat shield spell instead of buying overpriced boxes if them bitches just to not spread herpes like a witcher.
He did his thing, conjuring the thinnest ward imaginable and putting it on his little guy. Little is a relative term.
She gasped. "Aaaw, he's going to battle in his little armor! Cute!" He was normally a patient man, but he's getting to the end of his rope.
"Ykhar."
"Yes??" She looked like a deer in headlights. "Oh I'm so sorry!"
He laughed at her as she somewhat clumsily lined the soldier up and sent it to the trenches in one go. She moaned and took his hand in hers. He reached up and firmly gripped her thighs to keep her from falling. She had other ideas and took his hands and placed them on her breasts.
"Val... I feel guilty." She shifted side to side, enjoying the initial stretch, feeling every last bit of it all up in her. The feeling was so strange, like nothing else. Like something cold in her veins raced back and forth through her guts, like a lightning bolt of goodness bloomed in her.
"For fucking my brother?"
"For doing this to Kass." He smirked and thrust his hip up. Her surprised yelp mixed with a whine of pleasure.
"You like it." He pinched.
"I do." She slowly went up, enjoying the way it slid out of her. She's so damn wet. This man is a coochie wizard.
He went to grab her hips and pull her back down. He groaned, feeling so relieved that he's finally getting some attention. She was enjoying it as much as him, judging by how fast she was trying to go. She bounced up and down with his hands keeping her from falling.
But lets not forget that she's not in peak physical prowess.
"Vaalll! My legs are sore!" He wasted no time flipping over and pinning her to the soft mattress. She giggled, admiring him from below as he realigned himself and thrust in. "Ah! Go hard~" He scoffed, then he threw her legs up on one of his shoulders and fucked her so hard the bed started moving with them.
Good thing Kassvin has no neighbors.
Ykhar gripped the sheets, knuckles white. Her moans were almost screams, each of them making her throat hurt a little.
He kept going, relentless, merciless and so fast. Just like she wanted. Her eyes began to water from all her emotions. She was feeling a lot and she was feeling them strong. He leaned his weight on his legs and slowed down.
"Yo-
"Keep GOING!" She yelled, and Valkyon did exactly that. He resumed his rough pace, ramming into her and fucking her through her tears.
"You worry me."
"Shut up! Keep doing this, I need this!"
"Alright sweetheart." He emptied his mind, robotically railing her into oblivion. He's so turned on, but he has to wait. He has to be patient. The guest goes first. He thought about Kassvin. He fucked the little human just like this, only.... Kassvin didn't want to be destroyed quite this much.
He came apart like a braid without a tie, the warrior had touched every inch of him and found all the buttons he could press to turn his little prince into a mess.
The best part was probably the story he told Valkyon about how he found out that he didn't have a gag reflex. That was his favorite part because the little blavian followed it up with a demonstration.
Hmm, he should make Ykhar do that too. She's magnitudes better at it than anyone he's ever laid with.
"Val! Ah!" He looked down and found her face beautifully red, her teary eyes fixed on him. "I'm! I'm-" Cumming. She squeezed her eyes shut, falling silent as a very happy teardrop rolled down her temple. He kept going at the exact same pace to let her enjoy it to the fullest. Another amazing 8 seconds. "Valkyon. Thank you." Her chest rose with her labored breaths. She went limp underneath him.
"You can show me how thankful you are, just rest a bit." He has a beautiful rough voice to match his beautiful rough everything. Ykhar felt the sound of him rumble through her neck as he spoke. She whined as he pulled out, missing it already.
"Give me a minute...." She sat up. "I'm dizzy."
"I would offer you some water, but I can't climb the stairs with this thing, it would hit the steps and that hurts." She giggled so hard she almost rolled down the side of the bed.
"I can certainly help you with that, good sire~" She scooted over and brushed her hair out of her face. She opened wide and swallowed the thing whole like it was a magic trick in a circus. The warmth of her body embraced him once again, and he almost thrust up into her throat. She must have noticed because she looked up through her still wet eyelashes and puffy eyes and pulled off of him.
"Get to work." She blushed, a tinge of arousal coursing through her.
"I'm sorry." She certainly loves apologizing. It's probably the mommy issues, Lance has something like this as well. Her mouth opened and she took him in again, slowly this time. She relished in the taste of herself and the slightly metallic zap of magic coming from the ward. It stuck so close to the skin that it wrapped around the foreskin as if it wasn't even there. Her tounge lapped at the veins on the underside, still looking him in the eye.
He moaned and laid back, head hitting one of Kassvins seven pillows. "You're still good at this." He muttered, looking down. He caught a glimpse of her tiny tail wagging from happiness. Adorable...
He reached down and grabbed her ears in his fists and guided her by them. She whimpered from the pain she loved so much, letting him use her like a toy until he came a few seconds later.
The ward. Seemed to give out at the exact moment, letting him spill on her lips.
"What a coincidence!" Valkyon said, smirking with self satisfaction.
"Indeed...."
"Good girls swallow."
"Do I look like a good girl?"
"You do look like one, but your a liar and a whore." The nice little tingles of desire returned as shame seeped into her. She opened up and licked the cum off her lips. "Wasn't so difficult, was it?" He pet her head, scratching behind her ears.
She tried to smile, but her emotions were so conflicted. Valkyon sighed and pat the space next to himself. She crawled into his arms and relaxed her body. So sore, so tired... Thirsty.
"That was really good, thank you." She said.
"Are we done? That was only one round."
She laughed. "Do you ever get tired??"
"Occasionally."
"By the gods... Can you get that water now? I'm dying of thirst.." She rolled away, flinging a cream colored thigh over a bunched up blanket.
He sighed. "Sure." He went to the kitchen, naked as the day he was born. He stood above the sink for a short while, letting the reality of his ex in his bed sink in. The reality of his ex, who fucked his brother and is continually fucking his brother while his brother was supposedly dead for three fucking years.
'Whatever.' He thought. 'It could be worse. Like if she was fucking my actually dead brother. Now that would be really bad.'
By the time he came back, Ykhar was on her feet admiring herself in the mirror. She was poking at a light bruise on her hip, he didn't notice he left that. She turned around to look at him when he entered, tail wagging and ears perked up.
"Aren't you cold?" He asked.
"A little bit." She went for the water, chugging the whole thing in one go.
"Cheers..." When she finished, he put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down. Her knees hit the parquet, she dropped the metal cup, letting it roll away on the creaky floor. "You know, Kassvin hates to sleep with this mirror turned to the bed like this. He feels he's being watched."
She was grinning like a fool, tail wagging at maximum speed. He pushed her bottom lip with his thumb. Put the ward up, taking his sweet time. She was on the edge of her seat and he wanted to push her patience as far as it would go.
She let him push his finger past her bitten, red lips, opening up obediently.
"Go ahead, put on a show for his ghosts. Let 'em see." She reached up and delicately held his calloused hand, she sucked on each finger, still tasting herself. She moaned. "Kassvin would never do that."
He let her work until he felt her saliva get thick and stringy around his digits. She gagged as he pressed down on her soft tounge and dragged all the way out. He smeared the mess on his already hardening length and got out of her way so she could work.
And work she did, looking at her reflection and feeling the burning shame of an imaginary crowd of ghosts gawking at her. Naked, defiled... Mostly dirty, literally and figuratively.
Valkyons quiet grunts and soft moans kept her grounded in reality. She felt him grab her ears, he just wanted to feel their velvety texture. They're nice.
She looked up as she bobbed up and down, jaw wide open, face dripping with drool and eyes filled with tears.
"Look at yourself. Beautiful." He purred down, eyes glinting in the dark like a wolf. His face is mostly obscured by shadow, she feels like she's in the spotlight, the moonlight seems to be focused completely on her. She looked at herself again. 'Kassvin would never do that.'
She's so incredibly jealous... But she likes him, and she's really turned on by getting fucked in his bed by his man.
Valkyon grabbed some of her hair with her ears and yanked her off. He was rough with her, just like she wanted it, but he still looked at her if she was okay or not. She smiledt him, ears twitching upward in his fists, wanting to point upward. She's alright. "Bed?"
"Bed." Kassvins bed.
She hopped on, wiping her face with the back of her hand. Valkyon pushed her all the way to the headboard and pulled her ass up in the air. She didn't protest, instead she grabbed a pillow to hug and lowered her shoulders to the mattress.
She heard the faint sound of the ward spell being cast again and felt relieved, because she completely forgot that she could get pregnant. She wondered how long it lasted... Valkyon didn't seem like the best sorcerer, but lasting a while seemed like his forté.
The pillow smells like Kassvin... Oh the shame... It was awesome.
Valkyon ran a finger over her folds and was happy to find her still wet. He pressed in, making her moan. "Put it in already!" He scoffed, but he obeyed, the lady gets what she wants.
He set a slower pace this time, but he still slammed in hard. Her whole body rocked back and forth, she pressed her ass backwards into his hips with the last shred of clarity and strength left in her. Her back arched and she breathed in heavy, smelling the humans sweat on the pillow.
"Valkyon... Are you thinking about him?"
"Right now I'm thinking about breakfast, he makes... he makes good breakfast." His mind s a bit clouded right now. Wonder why. "Why, are you jealous?"
"Hmmmm!!!" He thrust into her extra hard. "A little bit~"
Hes a"You gettin' off on being fucked in his bed? In his house? Enjoy it. I bet you loved to fuck my brother in the same bed you fucked me." He had a firm hold on her hips, fingers pressing right on her already darkening bruises, adding a small whisper of pain to the generous pleasure. She found that she was throbbing for another touch and reached down to sate her desire.
"I bet he's not this good in bed."
"And I bet you're terrible in the kitchen."
"Gah! Whatever!"
He laughed, speeding up a little bit. She also went a little faster, and made louder and louder noises.
She grabbed the bars of the bedpost for stability as she came. Good job Valkyon!
She gasped for air, like she just ran a marathon. She felt him get more erratic before also cumming. This time the ward spell was somehow effective at holding itself together.
It did break a few seconds later however, so now the duvet is pregnant. Good job Valkyon.....
Ykhar turned over and beckoned the warrior into an embrace. He begrudgingly admitted to himself that he wanted a hug and let her breasts cushion his tired face.
Man, I love boobs.... Valkyon feels indifferent to boobs as a dragon, but they're undeniably a lot of fun. Like, who in mother nature's design team came up with built in stress balls with baby food in them. That's so dumb, and yet it works!
After a short while, the sweat dried on their skin and Ykhar really needed to pee, so they washed up and changed the dirty sheets before going to sleep. Ykhar on one side, Valkyon on the other, as far away as possible..... But they still woke up snuggled up with each other.
The morning came, as usual, way too soon for Valkyons liking. Neither of them had a hungover, since Ykhar had literally two drinks and Valkyon is like if Rasputin didn't stink.... as often. And was more fashionable.
He could chug rat poison and be okay.
They found a bite to eat while perched on the couch, blinds still closed for some reason. Valkyon prefers to live in houses that look like caves and he's been brooding about his dear Kassvin leaving, so he kept them closed.
Which was literally yesterday, might I remind you after 3000 words of nasty smex and fornication.
Ykhar had bedroom eyes again. She's a bottomless pit for cock.
"Do you want to go one last time?"
"Again?"
"Yes?"
"..... Sure, but you lead. It's too early to top."
Ykhar had taken the day off, because she thought she would be too hungover to work. This outcome is much more pleasant to her.
She pulled her shift off, feeling the nip in the air. Her hairs stood on end as she held his perfect face in her hands. He was really groggy looking, but undeniably horny as well. The heavens made them just for each other, it's a shame they fell apart.
"You're so pretty." Kassvin says that too. Especially when he's in his dragon form. Makes him feel truly seen.
She kissed him, tasted like buttered toast and black tea. Slow and lazy touches crept across their bodies. They tenderly held each other and went from vertical to horizontal really quickly.
Ykhar pushed his head down and he dutifully went down on her with a small smirk. He's in his element.
"You wipe that off your face you horndog!"
He laughed, kissing her thigh. She propped her leg up on the coffee table, opening up like a heavy tome with a cracked spine. He didn't say anything, he simply began by licking her opening from bottom to top, which made her whine.
"You sound like him." He said. "He reminded me of you, he's just as bad at flirting as you." He licked again. Her small hands reached down and tangled in his silver hair. His badly washed off black eyeshadow still clung on, it's a good look on him.
"And you remind me of Lance."
"It's almost like we're related." They laughed softly, still half asleep. He placed his lips back on her and began licking her without a break. She mewled and sank into the couch, limbs getting weak and her blood fizzing into her groin. She pulled his hair, tightly gripping it. He grunted, relishing in the sharp sensation. She pushed him into herself, yearning for more.
Her moans filled the small room, barely leaving any space for his own sounds of pleasure. She pulled him up by his hair and climbed into his lap again. Her mouth met his in a passiobate, breathtaking kiss. His hands went to embrace her, while hers went down to continue where he left off between her thighs.
"You're so selfless, Valkyon."
"I am. You should try it too." He jabbed at her immediately as he saw the opportunity for it. "I made you really happy last night, now it's your turn."
She shoved his shoulders back, a little offended, but being a good sport about it. "Two years of dating and you dare say I don't serve you? Valkyon, that is so mean of you!" She lightly scratched his sides with her short nails, leaving red marks. She barely grazed his leaking member with her palms before leaving him completely without touch. She kicked the coffee table away and took a step back. "You keep your hands to yourself then, if you're so tired of working!"
He rolled his eyes and put his hands behind his back, manspreading proudly to feast her eyes. I certainly hope you're as blessed with imagination as I am, because he's a beauty. "As you wish."
"Thank you." She climbed back into his lap, immediately going for a kiss. His face was cupped by the woman's palms, they were soft, they hadn't seen a day's worth of hard physical work in years.
She kissed him all over his face. He got smooches on his nose, his cheeks, his forehead and when she was done professing her annoyingly undying love, she moved on to kiss his neck. She bit down on his hot skin, drawing a soft 'nmh!' from him.
She found that her hands were drawn downward and wrapped around him. He made such sweet sounds under her hands and mouth that she couldn't help but bite him harder. He deserves the best.
She found his knifeplay scar and began sucking on it, making him moan. She slowly pushed the foreskin down and circled around the head with her thumb, enjoying his burning need for her. He wouldn't move, he's not going to back down. He's not a little bitch, he can do this!
As she found another spot on his neck to mark, she began stroking with one hand, nice and slow. She could feel herself fill to the brim with lust as his muscles tensed and shifted, he was trying to stay still and he was struggling.
She sped up, enjoying how he lost himself in the experience. He was more than willing to let her do everything, knowing that she also knew exactly how he wanted it.
Dark bruises littered his neck, he panted and gasped as those tiny hands of hers pumped him towards completion. She scratched his side, clawing red marks into his tan skin and then she stopped. She stopped everything.
"For fucks sake!" He said a wee bit too loud. She chuckled and sat down on the couch, spreading her legs to temp him. His gaze found itself fixed to her pink lips, I'll let you decide which lips for yourself. She beckoned with the flick of a finger. He went hands first, caressing her hips before pulling her toward him suddenly.
"Ah! Bastard!" Now, that, he didn't like. Because he's actually bastard. Didn't let it get him down though.
"You're also a bastard." He leaned down and kissed her while she greedily reached down to feel him again.
"So cast your spell before we become like our parents, smart-ass!" She said, forcefully turning his head to the side and finding a beautiful forever home for the newest hickey. "I certainly wouldn't be an awesome mother."
"Kassvin would kill me." Ykhar giggled for a few seconds before she felt herself be cradled in his arms tighter. She wrapped her limbs around him, kissed and bit his neck and moaned as he pushed in.
He moved nice and slow, it was way too early for bed breaking behavior. The floor still creaked underneath the couch, even if he was all slow and gentle this time. It's probably older than both of them combined.
Valkyon raked his fingers into her ginger hair and gently gripped her soft silky ears right at the base.
"Pull it, big boy." She said, heaving hard. Who is he to deny her? He pulled, not so hard as to cause damage, but enough to make her squeeze around his cock, whining.
She suddenly felt the urge to touch him. She needed to leave more marks... She hoped Kassvin would see them, as petty as she may seem. She marred his back like a hawk, almost drawing blood, he groaned and went faster.
"Go harder. I won't break."
"You should be happy I even got out of bed this early." She got even redder, not that he saw her face from this angle. He pulled her ears again, just to make her squirm a little.
"Please!" She clawed down his chest, where she could see her work. They were almost as red as the hickeys.
He had a smirk so smirky you'd want to slap the shit out of him right there, because you see, he would have been more than happy to go harder, he just wanted her to keep begging. The bastard! "Ask nicer."
"Pretty please?"
"..."
"I'll do anything, just please, please, please go harder! I need more!" He peeled her arms off of himself and straightened up to look her in the eyes.
"You'd already do anything." She groaned, covering her eyes. Her whole body rocked with the torturously slow rhythm.
"Please!"
"Promise me one thing and I'll wreck you, m'kay?" Her ears perked up at that.
"What is it??"
"You tell my brother to go to hell for still fucking you. That's a low blow." He smiled, imagining Lance's reaction. He's already regretting that he can't see it for himself.
"I will." She chuckled, opening her arms for him to return.
"It's not funny." He pulled out, flipped Ykhar over and railed her from behind hard enough to make her scream into the cushions. She likes it from behind. I know I would, I'm really socially awkward and I'd prefer my ruthless fucking without accidentally making eye contact.
He grabbed her hair and pulled it, she propped herself up on her elbows to avoid much of the pain. Valkyon then pulled even further, let her suffer if she likes it so much. Her screams were now unobstructed by anything and they could probably be heard from outside.
Valkyon recalled hearing Kassvin mutter to himself from across the whole house sometimes. He really wished he understood blavian...
Ykhar came, squeezing him even more than before. She was also saying things in her own native tounge, which Valkyon didn't understand any better that Kassvin's blavian. He thought about his dearest human, the pleading eyes he had looked at him with, as if Val wouldn't have given him anything in this wretched world, how he tried to make a joke to lighten his mood and lastly, how he moaned 'bruh' and how he felt so terribly embarrassed about it. Valkyon spent himself thinking about the human, because fuck you Ykhar, that's what you get.
They staid there, in Kassvin's house, not thinking about the day ahead of them. Valkyon never gave much thought to the stares he got after a night of whoring himself out. Somehow everyone always seemed to look at him a little differently, even if they had no way to know.
Until they had to step out that door, they didn't have to worry about any of that.
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