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On The Altar Of Your Tears

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Neuvillette would lay the world at her feet and give her anything she wanted if she asked. No one would ever know the sacrifices Furina made so they may live. So in their stead, he’ll worship her and sing her praises until she, too, can feel the depths of this adulation, this reverence.

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Impatient had never been a word Neuvillette would have attributed to himself. The sovereign had spent centuries playing a single role and abiding by rules and routine monotony, which had taught him to be even more patient. However, this trait of his seemed to disappear whenever his thoughts wandered back to a particular woman. He knew, objectively, that he should wait for her, never push her boundaries, and allow her the time she needed to live and recover after all those years of sacrifice. So he did give her everything she wanted, everything she deserved. Yet, everything inside him screamed for more; it always had. It was simply worse now that Focalors had given him back his authority. He wondered if she knew the changes that would wreak his body and mind. Furina would never bear the brunt of his caustic nature; the rest of Fontaine, however…could.

 

It was an imperceptible change, occurring bit by bit until it could no longer be overlooked. At first, it was merely a minute change in his temper. Neuvillette had chalked it up to stress. After all, he had just watched a part of someone he cared about die. Then he thought it was merely exhaustion causing him to be testy. The mountains of paperwork and Furina's subsequent move took its toll. He was already on edge. It was a given, and he had to provide himself with some grace. It only grew worse. These damnable irritable triggers made him grit his teeth during trials. It was vexing, these offenses born from nothing of worth. Murder? Theft? Petty crimes? Crimes of passion? Why had she wanted to save these people? Those thoughts occurred more often now than he liked to admit. Why did she have to kill a part of herself for this? For people who can not seem to grasp the ability of selfless kindness. Not that he was particularly fond of her methods. But that part of Furina is dead, and he would not bring up this…issue with the part of her he has left. That was not her sin to bear.

 

Sometimes, he wondered just what the depths of his changes would be. His form remained human, yet part of him, mind and body, seemed to undergo continuous changes.

 

In a particularly trying case, he had almost given in to the urge to rip out the blood that flowed through the defendant's body. The notion had been enough to still his whim, but it was not enough to stop him from…making that vermin of a conman uncomfortable. For once, he was glad Furina was no longer up in her box. It would not be due for her to hear this man's unseemly whines. Especially when, in a fit of anger, the criminal dared to compare himself to her with insult. He was all too glad to give the guilty verdict this time around. However, the urge to get rid of that man lingered until Furina had come to him, giddy with excitement and with a handful of paperwork filled out for her next theater piece. One smile was all it took for the foul gray skies to clear just in time for sunset. One he thoroughly enjoyed as he escorted her back to her apartment.

 

His shortened temper was not the only change.

 

There were other small yet pesky things. Neuvillette fangs, for one, had increased growth of 2 cm for each canine. The first time the dragon had chuckled at Furina's and Clorinde's antics, they had gasped loud enough to turn heads. Had he been that terrifying? He had not thought so, but the flush across the petite woman's cheek and the pinched look from Clorinde had made him think otherwise. Was his laugh that strange, now that he had fangs? Or was it his tongue? It escaped the dragon's mind, the fact that he had never laughed in front of either of them at all. He surmised it was not too horrible of a change when Furina said it made him look cute. Not a particular vocabulary he would use for himself, but who was he to deny her, her opinions? Especially not when, on a prolonged day of paperwork, Furina had felt her curiosity enough of a bother to ask, to touch them. He could still remember the way her fingers felt against his lips. He could still recall, with clarity, the way she tasted. He could also taste something else, something heady when Furina flushed at her forwardness. They never discussed it; he let it go for both their sakes.

 

Then came the dragon's nails, glove after glove, ruined by their rapid growth. Talons would be a better name for them. Tinged a blue-purple like the primordial sea that spread down the tip of Neuvillette's fingers. It was not something that particularly bothered him until it had bothered her. The sovereign had scratched the back of Furina's hand while taking the opera ticket she had gifted him. It was a small thing, a faint line, but the feeling it pulled from the depths of his soul left him off-kilter. He was not aware one could feel self-loathing and pleasure at once. He loathed that he had hurt her, but he was satisfied to have marked her. It was a strange dichotomy, and he wondered if this was attributed to…being both human and beast. No one was around to answer this question, and the one person he would ask was not the one he wanted to know his…current derailed thoughts. Not yet, anyhow.

 

He had wrestled with his gut's mild dissatisfaction while watching Sigewinne heal her. He hoped that with time, once his body and soul had reached equilibrium, these desires would cease to be so feral. This was merely irrationality due to poor acclimation. It had to be.

 

The dragon's hope was made in vain.

 

It grew like flames set on a dry kindle. Spread faster than Neuvillette had time to meditate, and by the time it all came to a head, the dragon was positive his mind was a barely contained festering cesspool of greed when it came to Furina. He wanted her in a way that tested him. Even seeing her wearing the vision he gave her was not enough. He wanted to mark her. He wanted to crawl into the recesses of her soul and carve out a place for himself. One that would leave her irrevocably stained with him. It was inappropriate for him to feel this way, but it was not as if he could order his mind to cease these thoughts. No matter how much he wished to be, Neuvillete would never entirely return to being that affable, patient man who deserved Furina. Though, he mused, maybe he never was that kind. What kind of person was he if his instinct was this debased? 

 

And debauched enough that he found himself curling his fist around his cock and whining Furina's name, all the while wishing with enthusiasm that he could feel her, be inside her, permeate her being, and claim her. To sink his teeth into her so the next set of four fang marks were permanent on her skin. When he came, a splatter of warmth across his fist and stomach, he keened. His thoughts were a disorganized mess. He was such a selfish creature. Greedy, wanton, needy, those thoughts cycled through his mind. He was inconsiderate to her selflessness: a monster, a selfish being.

 

Furina did not deserve this, he mused. So Neuvillette forcibly suppressed the longing. Despite everything, she would always come first. He cared for her too much to hurt her. He would have to be content with swallowing what he felt; she was healing, and he would be loathed to be the one to undo all her progress. So he was pleased to watch when she let him, observing from afar, to take in each day that made her smile and what made her frown. Humanity suited her and made her seem to glow despite its ups and downs. As Neuvillete watched Furina mold her new life, thriving away from the spotlight and shedding the burdens that had once haunted her, he felt honored that she had allowed him back into her life. He had been content with this. He had to be.

 

And he was, for exactly three months, but the sovereign reared its ugly head on a winter's eve. For the first time in decades, Fontaine had a festival at the end of the prophecy. It was supposed to be a joyous week, but in hindsight, it had been too early for her. He had tried to find her for days, only to be met with shadows. It was not until the last day that he saw her at the same spot where she had asked him to approve her use of the Opera house for the first time since her retirement. Her breath had painted the air with white puffs. She had been bundled with a thick coat that he felt was insufficient. Not when she sniffled once and then twice; only when she swiped at her face did he realize she was crying. The distance between them vanished with his awkward steps.

 

"Furina?" He wanted to shake his head when she turned towards him, eyes wide as a doe.

 

"U-uh, Neuvillette! What are you doing here?" He raised a brow as he stared at the spot he usually occupied during rest periods. He liked the embarrassed flush that crossed her face more than the upset one from earlier.

 

"That should be my question. Are you…alright?" He received an answer in her wavering smile. A dam that had long since crumbled could not be rebuilt that quickly.

 

"I don't know," came her quiet reply. Then she shook her head. "I do not believe I have a right to be so, but I feel…upset." There was a flicker of struggle across her face as she shook her head again. "I don't know why." The laugh that left her was one that was tired. He felt the need to press to pry, but not when she looked so fragile. So, instead, he had cleared his throat. His cane vanished as he offered her a hand. "Perhaps then, a dance may uplift your mood?"

 

He had the slightest smile as she took his hand. “But Monsieur, there is no music.” He had hummed in contemplation. "Then we shall, as the children like to say, use your imagination?" His heart clenched at the smile that crossed her face. "Well, I suppose that would do." He could still remember the laughter that escaped her lips as he fumbled through the steps of a waltz. He was sure he had also almost tripped. It had only caused her to lean against him, breathless from the mirth. A teardrop had fallen, stained his glove, and more only joined it as he wiped away a few stray drops. He would have learned and fumbled through more dances to keep her happy if she so wished. He had taken her home, bundled her in his jacket, and bid her goodnight just as snow began to fall.

 

In the moment, he had forgotten his affinity to water and the memories tears brought. So when he had brought his gloved hands to his lips to brush away the first bits of snow, he saw it. The loneliness, the sadness, the happiness, everything that had come to her this week. He had wanted to run back to her door and shake her until she believed she was a hero. That this festival was as much hers as it was the people. He also felt happiness in their evening dance. Then, a bittersweet feeling came over him, and it took him an entire day to realize it mirrored his own. Yearning. It was all it took for the desire he buried to stir. She wanted him, too. She wanted him.

 

But she was too kind, too selfless, to try. The realization made Neuvillette equally restless as he was delighted. But he was selfish to her selflessness; there was only one way to show her; he would throw her teachings back at her one day; she had been the one to urge him to appreciate humanity as it came, to care for humanity. Yet learning has also taught him about humanity's ability to be greedy and selfish. At the same time, they carried the ability to cherish and want. So, if Furina could not be selfish, he would be in her stead. He was more than willing to covet her. Devote himself to her until she's utterly indulged, and maybe then, she would discover the intoxication of greed—to crave with a selfish hunger, just like him. A profound, maddening longing that consumed every inch of his being.

 

She would come to know the depth of his desire. That, he vowed.

 

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Furina wondered if she could be mistaken, wondered if this was merely her over-active imagination born from a little crush. It was a silly little blip in her feelings, her yearning for the man she had known for 500 years. How could she not, for some kind of attachment in that period? But he had always been unreachable, the sun to her moon, blazing brightly just out of her grasp. And then she became less than the moon, the shadow on the other side. How could she even love him when part of her was not genuine? It may not have been all an act, but what right did she have to ask him for anything when he barely knew her?

 

But when he held her hand like this, innocuous with worry pinching the middle of his brow as he bandaged her fingertips, she felt like she could because she meant something to him that he was genuinely caring for Furina and not who she had pretended to be.

 

"Ouch…" This hiss came unbidden as he pulled tightly on the wrapping. Guilt flooded his features, and she stomped down on the urge to reach forward and brush away the furrows.

 

"My apologies, I didn't mean to." The sheer remorse in his voice had her shaking her head and snorting. Sensitive if she were to choose a word.

 

"Oh, it's alright; it was not that bad." Not at all! "I am actually quite proud of myself today, and I parried Clorinde twice!" As much as her body ached from every practice session, Furina's pride in her achievements could not be placed into mere words. Growing like this was exhilarating: seeing her improvements born from her own two hands. It meant everything to her. Despite the bruises and calluses she was developing, there was no masking the pride from Furina. The grimace on her face morphed into a smile as Neuvillette added the finishing touch. She had insisted that she just needed to visit Sigewinne, but a stern look and the rolling of clouds had her rescinding the statement. He could be such a worrywart.

 

"Now, I just have to do it three times, and she'll owe me a slice of cake." Maybe putting cakes as markers on her progress was silly, but it kept her motivated, and that was all that mattered.

 

Furina wriggled her fingers again, sending the man before her a grateful smile. “Thank you Neuvillette.” 

 

"Furina…" The shorter woman paused mid-movement. Her head was canted to the side as she regarded the dragon before her. He looked like he was struggling, mouth opening once and then closing. Her eyes crinkled at the corner; the last time she saw him like this, she had accused him of stalking her. It felt like a distant memory, hurting less and less by the day. Now, she was almost fond of silencing him. Her foot swung back and forth as she waited for him to gather his thoughts. He was not like her, so words did not come quickly to him.

 

"You do not have to learn swordsmanship at such an accelerated pace. I can assign you a few guards if you are worried about your safety." There was another sentence left unspoken, one he had asked her before and one she had still refused. The Palais had been a home and a cell all at once; she was far from ready to return, even if she missed the view she had of their nation.

 

Furina's sigh carried the tinge of indignation. "As I said before, Neuvillete, I will not accept either notion." She was learning how to be on her own. This was something she needed to do, plus… She felt his gaze follow her hand as she tapped her vision. "I want to prove to myself that I can do this and honor this gift." She was no fool. She knew exactly where this vision came from. How could she not when there were four strange marks on hers while others remained without? It did not help that Clorinde had also once made an off-hand comment that the colors of her pets reminded her of the primordial sea. In Fontaine, only one person had ever been able to control those waters. She wanted to ask him why, but it no longer mattered. 

 

Furina watched as his expression softened, yet an unfamiliar expression flashed through his eyes. For all his stone-faced coldness, his eyes had always been easier to read. That, however, did not mean she understood. The short-haired woman jolted as she found her fingers held in his. She was rendered a statue as she felt his lips against her bandages.

 

"Then promise me you will be more careful moving forward." Furina found she had no voice as she looked at him with wide eyes. "U-uh, yes!" Her heart hammered in her chest, and she ran in a habit born from centuries of existence . Her cheeks felt as if they had been kissed by the sun. Only when she was halfway out the door did Furina realize his amusement was the sound that followed her. It made her feel as if a crystalfly had taken the place of her heart.

 

A crystalfly whose wings would only beat more rapidly in the coming days.

 

Furian wondered if it was possible to die from giddiness as she watched the Iudex bustle around her humble kitchen. Her pets loitered at his feet, looking quite pleased with themselves as they assisted. She was delegated to sit at her own dining table as Crabletta smacked her hand away the last time she tried to help—those little traitors. The previous archon hummed, filling the space with even more noise as her eyes tracked the large back bent over her stove. When she woke up this morning, the last thing she expected was to have the Iudex of Fontaine cook her breakfast.

 

Of his 'famous' soup, to be exact. Furina giggled as breakfast was delivered in a bowl decorated with geese. Even now, after all these centuries, she did not have the heart to tell him it tasted like any other consomme—slightly understated broth. Despite her protest, the dragon has insisted on this, and who was she to deny just a bit more time with him? He was a very busy man, after all. “Thank you, Neuvillette.” Just this once, she'll let him get away with this. She was getting just a tad tired of macaroni.

 

One day, however, it morphed into two and gradually morphed into three. It was far too late for her to kick him out when Furina realized they had something akin to a routine. His visit was not scheduled, but he brought another varied meal each time. From simple bread and dipping oil to a full breakfast stack, Neuvillete would make or at least procure it without fail, and then he would accompany her until she finished at least one plate. Then, he was content to bid her adieu, whisking off to the Opera house for yet another trial. Her home was starting to feel him, permeated with the lingering scent of dewdrops and lilies. Her favorite kind of lilies. 

 

Furina's heart wanted to burst. Why was it now that they were further apart and even closer together? It was not just breakfast. It was how Neuvillette made time to see all her productions, how he dropped by on the day paperwork was slow, to watch her spar with Clorinde. It was how he would take her hand after, carefully wrapping each chapped finger before sending her off. After every play, he left the notes for her, a collection she kept in a box in her desk drawer. His every action knocked on the fragile wall of her heart. It made her scared, it made her feel strange, it plagued her dreams, and it made her want. It made her feel needy.

 

And when had Furina ever wanted anything for herself beyond enjoying blissful humanity? Even then, that had been their wish. This time…this wish was her own. It was a strange and novel feeling. She had never been covetous before this. The seed of greed within her only grew, as did the hesitation. On a particularly trying night, she found herself riding her fingers, his name a whine on her lips. She came undone and with a realization. Love could be such a messy and heavy feeling.

 

Her mind could not settle at all, not when all Neuvillette did was stain her life with his presence, over and over again, until it felt like 500 years had been condensed into mere months.

 

This was just friendship. This was all it was! She would not bring herself to hope for more. Not when it could ruin what they were starting to rebuild.

 

Yet her willpower struggled with each moment he gave her. 

 

It was exactly a year since their snowy waltz that everything crumbled. Furina had forgotten that even as a dragon, even as their sovereign, Neuvillette was not wholly infallible. No reign was perfect, and humans were prone to their vices. He had been hurt in the attempt on his life mid-performance. He had bled in the very private box seat she had reserved for him as he tried to subdue the assassin non-lethally. No one spoke of the desiccated husk that greeted the guards when they finally made their way up. No one dared even to move as irritation flooded off the sovereign in waves. They only breathed a sigh of relief when their previous archon had entered the room. The oppressive air softened and disappeared utterly when Furina took the Iudex by the hand, leaving the rest of the cleanup to the Marechaussee Phantom.

 

And that was how Furina found herself running a towel through his hair. Fingers gently parted the white strands as he sat on her small living room floor. His wounds have already started to heal, the knife to the back nothing more than a mere bump after some ointment. She bit back her watery sniffle. In the silence of her own home, without the buffering hum of the world, her home felt too cramped, too tight. She was, too, aware of the man practically kneeling between her legs.

 

"I ruined your opening night." Those were the last five words Furina expected. It was maddening.

 

You, did no such thing monsieur.” If anything, it was that bastard of a man for trying something so…stupid! And how in Teyvat could Neuvillette even blame himself over an assassination attempt?! "If anything, I'll make them face justice when I find out who did this ." Who dared touch him?! What audacity they must have! Lost in her indignation, Furina missed the flash of fondness that slipped onto Neuvillette's face before hesitation took over it.

 

"Were you…scared of what I did?" His cheek rested against her knee as he turned towards her. Furina's hands still. Was she what? The indignation she felt on his behalf slipped away. What was he— oh.

 

"I…do not think so." Between the lines of worries she had for him, she could not pinpoint anything that felt remotely like fear. "You did what you thought was best at the moment." However, it had cost someone their life. At least it was in self-defense. "It would have been better if you had restrained him. Then we could have caught whoever was behind this quicker." A crime had been committed, and justice had been rendered in its own form. Her fingers returned to his head, a towel forgotten on the floor.

 

"Did you think I would be?" Furina was almost offended. Sure, she sometimes liked to run away from him, but not when it mattered, right? 

 

"I think you should be," came the quiet reply. The petite woman held still as she watched the dragon -no, the sovereign, turn in his spot to thoroughly look at her. She held his gaze.

 

"Will you hurt me?"

 

"Never. Not again." Her smile was wry.

 

"Will you hurt Fontaine?"

 

"Not…intentionally." It's worrisome but passable.

 

Furina reached forward. Her palm was pressed against his cheeks. "Then I have no reason to fear you." 

 

Neuvillette's gaze softened. His hand drifted up to hold her own. His head turned, and his lips were pressed against her wrist. He could feel her heart pulse beneath. If only she knew just what went on in his mind if only she knew the depths of her hold on him. Perhaps then, she would be terrified. He never wanted to consume her as much as he did then. Reward her for her faith in him. He sat up on his knees and basked in her radiant smile. He was done being patient. He pressed a kiss to her palms.

 

Oh, Furina's heart stuttered within her chest. When Neuvillette looked at her like that, it made her hope. As if, to him, she was not just a mere presence; she was his moon, the universe encapsulated in her. The world's weight seemed tangible as if it could fit snugly in her palm. Oh, they were always more than just friends, weren't they? They were hopeless from the start. There was a palpable hunger, an undeniable longing that left her head spinning and ignited a fervent desire within her. The intensity of her longing left her questioning, a whirlwind of uncertainty swirling within. Was it permissible for her to move forward with such wants? Did she genuinely merit the intoxicating depths of this connection? Was it right for her to be…greedy?

 

It may have started now or even back then: Neuvillette occupied every crevice of her soul, the perfect fit that gave her a sense of security. In his embrace, Furina was not merely loved; she was cherished and regarded as his precious treasure. But their relationship had a delicate balance between passion and reason, and it was teetering on the edge of an unhealthy abyss. The thought crossed her mind that maybe she should let him go to spare him from the minute possibility of ill fate awaited them. The idea lingered—the notion that she should release him from the clutches of that ill-fate. But at that moment, was that indeed the optimal choice? Did she always have to be the paragon of kindness, or could she, for once, embrace the entirety of him, even the maddeningly fierce dragon that resided within? Did the desire to accept it all, without restraint, brand her as unduly desirous? The questions echoed in her soul, resonating with the melodies of love and longing.

 

Her dragon deserved so much more, so much better– Furina pulled back, only for him to tug her closer. Neuvillette's grip was gentle but unyielding. "Please, Furina, be greedy. You deserve to be selfish."

 

"I…" She wanted to so badly.

 

He pressed his forehead into the back of her hand. "Be greedy with me, or tell me you truly do not want us." 

 

"What if I am not what you want?" Her grip tightened. “I am human, Neuvillette. I can only give you a mere moment of your life."

 

His exhale was shaky. "Then it would be the most blessed moment." The look he gave her, however, bordered on feral. "Even now, you're not thinking about yourself ."

 

"If it pains you this much to be selfish, even with me, then what if I command you?" Neuvillete's voice was a low growl. "What if I order you to use me as you please? Command me, make demands of me. Ruin me, for there are no other. Ask me for eternity, and I will find a way to give it all to you." There was chaos in his gaze, and Furina felt her pulse spike. Not of fear, never. "Do what you must, think what you will, but Furina, I will not leave." He could not. Once was enough; never again. He buried his head into her stomach, taking advantage of her soft heart to indulge.

 

"I love you." Furina felt like her breath had been stolen from her lungs as he uttered those three words.

 

"I love you."

 

He muttered again.

 

And again…

 

And again…

 

And each time, it was like a brand across her soul. A fiery hot blaze that scalded her yet made her feel alive.

So this is love.

 

The all-consuming one she had only read in fairytales.

 

Unbidden, tears spilled.

 

"I love you too." But love was such a tame word for what she felt. Maybe she was insane, for why else love be so maddening?

 

Furina gasped as she felt his breath brush against her cheek.

 

She closed her eyes tightly as Neuvillette kissed away her tears, tasting the depth of her emotions and the flickering of her doubts, merging them with his own. His lips gently brushed against hers, a silent vow to honor the sanctity of the altar of her tears.

 

"Would you like me to demonstrate my desire for you?"

 

Neuvillette's heart soared as Furina wrapped her arms around his neck. "Show me."

 

His lips slotted across hers. His tongue delves, kissing her sweetly, then roughly, tasting her for all she is. Furina was the sweetest water, and he was a man left bereft in a desert. As she curled into him, chasing, his eyes took a devious glint. The pads of his finger and thumb rolled one of the nipples through the fabric of her nightgown. His thumb pressed, and Furina squirmed, her moans coming out in short, breathy pants as she clung to him. Leaning back, Neuvillete admired the patchwork of marks he left across her neck. His marks were left on her like a neat line of four fang marks. Furina peered up at her dragon, her sovereign, with hazy eyes. "O-oh!" She squeaked.

 

Furina suddenly found herself feeling weightless as she was lifted. The chuckle that left Neuvillette was filled with promise. His gaze was irrevocably fond as he leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose.

 

"As much as I would love to taste you here, I believe it would be more proper to worship you on your bed."

 

His hurried steps belied his eagerness as Neuvillette followed the familiar hall to her room. The bed creaked as they sunk into the sheets. Furina's lips were once again captured. The dragon kissed her repeatedly until her breath came out in sharp pants. He tasted her, drank in every breathy noise, and every whine stirred the creature within. He was drowning in Furina, and they were just getting started.

 

One by one, the strap of Furina's gown was slipped off her shoulder. The dragon stopped for a moment to admire her before dipping his head. His mouth left its mark across her shoulder, down her neck, and rested just above her heart. He could hear it hammering. He could feel her squirm beneath him. He was rewarded with a heady look of desire when he glanced at her face. He immensely enjoyed it when the look turned into one of surprise as he closed his mouth against her nipple. He heard the gasp of desire come from her lips. He groaned as he felt her nipple jut into his mouth and, with a flick of his tongue, tasted her. His gaze never left her face. He had to bask in this moment. Memorialize this moment she had so graciously gifted him. His mouth moved to her other pert breast. He laved at the pink peak and relished the way she gasped. Her breathing grew ragged as he rolled the nub between his fingers.

 

He wondered if she was aware of the way her body responded, honest in its needs as her hips arched. Her squirming sent a heady flash of arousal downwards. His movement drifted lower. The once unblemished plane of her stomach was graced with his marks. He kissed the patch just on top of her womb. Her little noises of delight were the fuel he needed. He could become drunk off of her if she so allowed. 

 

Amethyst eyes kept a careful watch on the writhing body in front of him as the dragon continued to pepper multiple kisses along a slender thigh. He pressed a bite against the knee, crooked over his shoulder, and slipped inside as Furina whined. Her fingers tug at his hair and horn, and a shiver runs up his spine. She keened as he sucked on her clit, and Neuvillette admired with a certain amount of satisfaction the blooming marks starting to form across her skin. From head to toe, he was marking her. He pressed his face closer, leaving more marks in his wake when he pulled away. The silver string of saliva connects them before breaking. He replaced his tongue with a finger and hummed softly as Furina bucked. In the back of his mind, he was glad he had dulled his nails. The short-haired woman beneath him kicked at the new sensation. The rough pad of his fingers felt sinfully fabulous inside. He reached deeper than she could on her own. She felt fuller than ever.

 

 “O-oh…a-ahhh…”  His fingers curled, and he watched as she tried to shy away. He growled as a free hand clamped around the thigh thrown over his shoulder. Furina scrabbled for purchase on his shoulder as she panted into the sheets. "Ne–neuvie!" It was exhilarating to have one's goddess in bed like this, demanding and whining as they soiled the sheets. His inhuman tongue joined his fingers. It delved deep into her cunt; caressed her walls as he consumed her.

 

Furina's soft cries were a symphony he had the honor of conducting. As he felt her relax, he eased in yet another finger and watched as her back arched sharply. Neuvillette thrust shallowly as he stretched his love out. The other's cheeks were rosy as she threw her head from side to side. Tears of pleasure stained the pillows. He preened as her hips ground against his mouth. "So good…so good." Her babbling only added to his enthusiasm. Her body sought its own pleasure. Watching her unabashedly come undone sent his blood rushing to his cock. Furina sobbed as he curled his tongue inside her and against the sensitive spot within. He chuckled when she shot him a look of indignation as he pulled away. He had told her to be selfish, no? "N-neuvillette, why did you–" her cheeks were the color of apples. The sovereign rested his chin against her. His head nuzzled against her thigh as he looked at her with guile.

 

He liked it when she told him things.

 

"Tell me what you want. Tell me exactly what I should do." His fingers continued their lazy pumping. Too slow to give her the relief her body sought but just enough to keep her on the brink. His thumb brushed her clit, and he watched as she shuddered.

 

"Tell me, dear." Be wanton. He curled a single finger just shy of where he now knew she liked it.

 

"I want…I want you to make me c-come." Furina's breath hitched as she hid her face between her fingers. Her body felt tight like a string stretched. He was driving her mad. The amusement on his face egged her on. This shameless man would be the death of her. "I-...want you to use your tongue." His eyes darkened.

 

"And?"

 

Oh, curse him—frustration built within her at his teasing.

 

"And your blasted fingers. N-neuvi, I want to come," she whined. Loudly.

 

The dragon preened. Now, had that been too difficult?

 

He surged into her. His fingers curled and clung to that innermost spot as they moved in tandem. He pressed his lips against her clit and sucked hard, unleashing a flood of pleasure within her. The dragon's tongue slithered inside her, lapping up all the sweetness while he pulled her closer still. Every thrust of his tongue sent tremors throughout the bed, which creaked beneath them.

 

“Ahhh so good…ahh…ohhh!” Her nails scraped across his scalp while the other dug into his shoulder, desperately clinging on to him as she teetered on the brink once more. "Too much... wait— neuv– ah, ah!" With one final push, he sent her falling over the edge of ecstasy, screaming out his name. He crooned and held her in the aftermath; his tongue withdrew as he pressed lazy kisses across her core. "Mmm…" Neuvillette purred against her, the vibrations making her shiver. "You are beautiful." His voice sent shivers down the length of her spine. She opened her arms to him and gasped as he surged forward. He cradled her face as he kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips. 

 

He sank into her embrace as he nipped at her skin.

 

He stilled as he felt her palm run up beneath his loose shirt. Her fingernail scratched the patch of skin that melded into leathery scales. Ah, he did not want to scare her. He pulled back.

 

Furina only followed.

 

Her hand was steady as she splayed her fingers across him. She tugged at the buckle of his pants and unclasped them. Her dress pooled around her waist as she leaned forward. She was, admittedly, curious as to what he was like.

 

She heard him grunt as she slipped his pants down his length.

 

"I- I want to see you." It was her turn to whisper against his skin as she peered at him. A flicker of pride crossed his face. It made her giddy.

 

She scooted further onto the bed as he leaned back. He hooked his fingers into the band of his briefs and tugged. It seemed as if dragonhood had treated him well. His cock was hard, pre-cum beaded at the tip, and the fleshy appendage was tinted a pale blue that darkened as it reached the base and met a thatch of scales. She stared transfixed before reaching forward to run her finger against the underside of it. She felt a vein pulse beneath her ministration. Curiosity taking over, Furina gripped him with both hands, marveling at how she could barely cradle him. Neuvillete wondered if she knew how messy he was inside as he watched her. He wanted to place his hand over hers, buck into her palm, and leave white streaks with each thrust.

 

He curled, resting his head against her own as his harsh pants ruffled her snow-white hair. "Furina…" he groaned. "Please…"

 

"Mmm?" she hummed, shifting to stare up at him, her eyes a lovely miss-matched shade. "May I?" 

 

She made a show of contemplating. Was she worried? Yes. She was so petite to his size, but when had she shied away from a…challenge when it mattered? "Gently, please."

 

He smiled, kissing her forehead as he reached between them and took hold of himself. He nudged her until she was back on her back. He stroked once, smearing himself in preparation. Twice, then three times, and then angled over her. The tip of his cock nudged her pussy, and he savored the feeling of her gloving him in her warmth. He suppressed the urge to plunge violently and instead ground forward. Inch by inch as he watched her for any sign of discomfort. Furina's back arched slightly, her breasts lifting toward him as she hissed in a breath. He repeated the action. With each movement, he could feel her squeezing him, milking him as he continued to work himself deeper in and out of her. Furina whimpered, her lips parting as she moved with him. Neuvillete watched her face, awed at the look of concentrated bliss that began to take over. He held still as he waited for her to adjust.

 

Sweat dripped down the side of his face as he forced himself to hold, lest he hurt her. Her name came out as a reverent prayer from his lips.

 

Furina felt stuffed, like every inch of her had been stretched to its most pleasant fullness. The mild discomfort eased as she adjusted until she could experimentally roll her hip. Neuvillette's cock sank in an extra inch. "Ohh…" Her mind felt fuzzy from delight. Taking her soft whines as permission to move, the sovereign gently gripped her with one hand while bracing himself against the headboard. The wood creaked as he pulled out halfway, only to sink himself back in and grind. Furina saw stars dance as the roughness of his scales rubbed pleasantly over her swollen clit and cunt. 

 

The bed groaned with each thrust as Neuvillette squeezed Furina tightly in his arms, restraining her from breaking away. His movements were fast and urgent as he buried his face into the crook of her neck and uttered a throaty moan. “Hnnngh, good, n-neuviiii.” Furina could feel the waves of pleasure ripple through her body with each thrust. The wet squelch of their combined arousal added to the lewd cacophony.

 

“U-ungh, please Neuvillette!” She was unsure if she was begging for mercy or release anymore. Furina moaned as his thrusts became faster and more violent. She tried to wrench free, to gain some purchase, leverage of some sort, but his vice-like grip would not loosen. So, instead, her fingers dug into his back as her toes curled into the sheets. She could feel the sweat dripping down her chest, mixing with her arousal. Her breasts were heaving with each desperate breath. Nuevillette's lips were leaving wet marks on her neck. She knew she would have bruises tomorrow and did not mind. Furina could feel the stiff shaft slam into her with each thrust.

 

Electricity sparked through her body as the impending wave of pleasure built inside her. Her heart raced faster while the heat within her intensified until it seemed like an inferno was blazing away beneath her skin.

 

Neuvillette gasped as Furina's core tightened around him, squeezing the dragon until it felt like his soul was screaming out in pleasure. His movements became frenzied, growing wilder and more desperate as he tried to restrain himself, alternating between her body, sheets, and headboard in a passionate tug of war. He wanted to be her undoing; he wanted to claim her; he wanted to be so irrevocably buried inside her that he would ruin her. He ached with the desire to seize her hard enough that she would feel it for days, yet at the same time, he was terrified of accidentally hurting her. Eventually, one of his hands splayed against her womb. He pressed as she arched. His gaze was riveted on her face as she came.

 

Furina dug her fingers harder into the dragon's back, digging fingernails into his scales. "Ughn! Nuevi, I'm..." She threw her head back as the orgasm ripped through her. Furina's lower half froze as waves of pleasure assaulted her mind. At last, the pleasure subsided, leaving her gasping and panting on the bed. Distantly, she registered the sound of something cracking. She could feel the heat of Nuevillette's cum slicking her insides as he grunted and moaned to his own finish. Sweat dripped from his scales, running down Furina's body like molten silver. Her heart was pounding as she took several deep breaths to catch her breath. The dragon was panting harshly as he settled himself into her. She could feel his semen trickle out from where they were joined. It was warm, almost hot, and caused shivers to run up and down her body.

 

Neuvillette's hand had long since returned to her body. His touch was reverent as he traced his marks and then pulled her even closer still. She whined, feeling sensitive as he rearranged their limbs. Lazily, he pressed a kiss against Furina's forehead. She smiled, content. She was unsure how much time they spent like that, but eventually, Neuvillette rolled over and pulled Furina along to lie on top of him, their limbs intertwined. He was gently stroking her hair as she rested on his chest. She could hear his heart and feel it beating out the same rapid staccato rhythm that was thundering in her own chest. Neuvillette kissed her forehead once more.

 

Furina felt the ache of being deeply loved, which brought her joy.

 

Silence lulled as their heartbeats slowed down a notch. His fingers were tracing distractingly senseless shapes across her stomach. "I think you should move back to the Palais with me."

 

She blinked sleepily. "Why? We discussed this before, Neuvillette."

 

He was aware of how she felt.

 

"Then perhaps to a new...house then?" A brow rose at his insistence.

 

"I believe you have not noticed, but I broke your bed." She jolted only to still as both of them hissed. He was still profoundly seated within her. "You what?!" She stared in abject horror at the state of her bed's headboard.

 

"Neuvillette!"

 

Her world spun as he rolled her onto her back. The curtain of his hair hid the world. "I would apologize, but I would not mean it. So, my heart, do you have a preference?"

 

Furina's whine of annoyance turned into one of delight as he rolled his hips—this insufferable dragon.

 

She kissed the underside of his chin—her insufferable dragon. "State your case, and maybe I will make a just decision~." 

 

His eyes glinted. "As you wish."



Notes:

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