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Navigating cautiously through the deserted streets of Mor Dhona toward the Rising Stones, the only discernible sounds in the night are the echoes of your soft steps resonating across the cobblestone road. You close your eyes and take a moment to enjoy the tranquility of the night and the cool, brisk air as it hits your face. Thoughts of the earlier battle with Garuda flash through your mind. Although the matter of the Primals is finally resolved, the issue of Gaius van Baelsar’s new toy, that huge automaton that absorbed all the Primals’ Aether, hangs over you like a heavy shroud. Where could the Black Wolf locate such a weapon? And there's also the matter of that troublesome Ascian who was with him, Lahabrea. You sigh and shake the thoughts away. You are a woman of action, and dwelling on the matter won't help. You need to get back to the Scion’s base and get some well-deserved rest.
You feel a cold hand cover your mouth, stifling a yelp of surprise. Shit, you were too engrossed in your thoughts to realize that someone had been on your tail this whole time! You struggle against the assailants’ iron grip on your waist to no avail as they pull you into an abandoned alleyway. Damn it, whoever this is, they’re strong. Your heart pounds frantically in your chest as your thoughts race to find a way out of this situation. Just as you’re about to make one last desperate attempt to free yourself, the unknown figure turns you to face them, and your eyes widen in surprise.
“Thancred!?” You exclaim, pulling him into a fierce hug. “By the Twelve, where have you been!? We were worried sick! We expected the worst…” Your eyes water with joy as you give him one last tight squeeze before letting go of him, looking at him expectantly for answers.
“It’s a long story, but I promise to tell you all about it once we get back to the Rising Stones. For now, let us just enjoy the peace of the night and each other's company, hm? You have no idea how much I missed you, my dear Warrior of Light...” The silver-haired Hyur brings his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb grazing your lips. His voice sends a shiver down your spine and you shudder involuntarily. Something feels off about Thancred, but you can't quite put your finger on it. He snakes his hand around your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze, and you gasp slightly as he brings his face closer to yours.
Your mind goes blank when his lips crash into yours. All reason leaves you as he deepens the kiss. How long have you wanted this? How many times have you watched from afar, while he flirted with other women, wishing it were you? Dreaming that it was you who his lips were pressed against and you who shared is bed? And now, fucking finally, he’s kissing you. His tongue delves into your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck, and a soft moan escapes you as his hands move to cup your ass. He breaks the kiss and plants hot kisses down your jawline and to your neck, nibbling lightly on your throat, causing you to tilt your head to give him better access. You run your hands through his soft hair, panting. By the Twelve, it feels so good. But what if he doesn’t want you after this? What if you have ruined your friendship because of some stupid, unrequited feelings for him? Your doubts are interrupted as he lifts you up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his hips. You groan and throw your head back as you feel him grind his erection against you, heat pooling between your thighs at the sensation of him hardening under his breeches. He sets you down onto an empty wooden crate and pulls back to look at you. A playful smirk crosses his face as he grabs hold of the hem of your skirt.
You blush furiously and reach out to stop him, and he quirks an eyebrow at you. You avert your gaze and he tilts your chin upwards with a single finger until you meet his gaze.
"Is something the matter, my dear?" He asks, looking genuinely concerned.
"N-no...it's just that...I've never..."
His eyes widen in surprise. "You're a virgin?!" He asks incredulously.
You give him a stiff nod, too embarrassed to admit it aloud.
A wicked smile crosses his face as he kneels in front of you. “How fortunate for me, then…” He purrs as he lifts your skirt.
You let out a squeak of surprise and try to push his hands away. He ignores your weak attempts at stopping him as he pushes your legs apart and begins trailing feather light kisses along your inner thigh, slowly making his way upward. “Just leave everything to me, my dear.” He murmurs against your thigh. When he reaches your wet panties he glances up at you before yanking them off and shoving two fingers into your aching pussy. A small yelp of surprise escapes you as you lean back on your palms and shut your eyes tightly. You tremble with desire as he starts to thrust his skilled fingers in and out of you, using his thumb to stimulate your clit in small circles. His pace increases steadily and you writhe and whimper against his ministrations, your vision beginning to blur. He lowers his head between your thighs, his tongue darting out to flick against your swollen clit. You let out a gasp of surprise as his skilled tongue glides across it, and you buck your hips involuntarily as your pleasure quickly builds. By the Twelve, it feels divine…
After a few minutes he removes his fingers suddenly, eliciting a whimper of disappointment from you, and looks at you hungrily as he licks your juices from his fingers. "Delicious." He remarks.
You blush fiercely as he undoes his pants with one hand and frees his erection. You swallow thickly at the sight of his impressive cock. It's so much bigger than you had imagined it to be in your wildest dreams... Thancred smirks as he notices your lustful expression, and you quickly avert your gaze. Egotistical bastard. He chuckles as he grabs hold of your waist and positions his cock at your entrance.
Before you can react, he plunges himself fully into you without warning, his tip hitting your cervix, making you cry out in pain. He’s way more rough and forceful than you could’ve ever imagined. Tears sting the corners of your eyes as you breath through the pain. “Thancred!” You cry out, gripping the sides of the crate in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself to reality. The pleasure of being filled by him mixed with the pain makes the experience all the more overwhelming. You can feel your walls stretching painfully to accommodate his girth.
Thancred growls and tightens his grip on your waist, holding you in place, leaning his head in to whisper seductively into your ear. "Patience, my dear, just bear with it for a bit longer..." You cry out his name as he pulls out completely and slams himself back into you fully. It hurts like hell, but you don't care. Your arousal is building to an excruciating level, and all you want is release. The Hyur doesn't give you any time to adjust to his size as he thrusts himself in and out of you forcefully, groaning with every push. You try your best to match his rhythm, rolling your hips in time with his, eliciting a low growl from him. You lose yourself in the pleasure as you chase after your orgasm, your moans echoing through the eerie night. You claw at his back desperately, hoping that maybe he'll see that you aren't just another one of his quick fucks. That this isn't just casual sex to you, he means so much more, yet you know it’s a dangerous feeling to have. Thancred silences your screams with a bruising kiss. Your tongues dance together feverishly and he swallows all your sounds greedily. Just as you feel yourself starting to reach your climax, Thancred breaks the kiss to meet your gaze, a sinister smile spreading across his lips. Unable to stop the euphoria of your climax that racks through your body as you cry out, your eyes widen as you come to a horrible realization. Thancred’s face contorts into an expression of sadistic glee as he looks down at your writhing body, his hand darting out to grab your neck and squeezing roughly. Black spots dance across your vision as you barely make out the red mask that appears over his face as he follows you in your orgasm, releasing deep inside you. The moment stretches out in slow motion as you both climax together, and you are powerless to stop it.
Thancred’s voice changes completely, sending a shiver of terror down your spine. “Such exquisite pleasure you provide me, Warrior of Light.” He remarks, dragging out the last word mockingly. Your vision swims, the lack of oxygen driving you mad as you struggle to form a coherent thought. No, no, no. This cannot be fucking happening right now.
The black cowl of Lahabrea encases his entire face as he grins wickedly, the pupils of his eyes turning entirely crimson. He releases your neck and pulls out of you, leaving you staring completely dumbfounded as he takes a step back, reveling in his victory over you. You look positively debauched, your clothes disheveled and your thighs streaked with a mixture of your juices and his cum as you struggle to catch your breath. Lahabrea’s eyes glint hungrily as he regards you, and he chuckles maliciously.
"Pathetic…” He drawls. “So utterly pathetic, to fall for such an obvious ploy."
Your anger bubbles up inside you, and you raise your hand to slap him, only for him to grab your wrist and pin it above your head with a growl. He leans down to lick your neck and you wince in disgust. Your fear is slowly replaced by indignation as you thrash beneath him. How could you have been so fucking stupid?!
"Release me this instant, you perverted freak!” You seethe.
"Tsk tsk, language, Warrior of Light. Let us not forget who the victor of tonight's battle is, hm? But do not worry, I shall spare you the embarrassment of telling the others all about those naughty noises you made and allow you to keep your precious pride."
You narrow your eyes and spit at him, and he brings his face inches from yours.
"It’ll be our little secret. I’ll savor the memory of how your face twisted with pleasure while I took your virginity from you, the mighty Warrior of Light. What an honor for the Hero of the hour to bestow upon little old me." He remarks sarcastically, before breaking into maniacal laugher.
"You won't get away with this." You mutter darkly, trembling with anger, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing how humiliated you feel.
He chokes down his laugher, wiping at his eyes. “Oh don’t you worry, my dear. Rest assured I enjoyed myself just as much as you. I trust this is the last time we will see each other in such close proximity. Farewell, Warrior of Light. Perhaps next time we meet you may prove to be a worthy adversary instead of such a weak-willed prey." With that, he disappears in a puff of black smoke, leaving you alone in the abandoned alley. “FUCK YOU!” You scream into the smoke, well aware that he can’t hear you. Tears burn your eyes as hate, loathing, and shame course through your veins. You don’t know how long you stay there, battling the storm of emotions that threaten to consume you, but when you finally find the strength to stand and head back to the Rising Stones, you’re left with only one thought: “I will have my revenge.”