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The Warrior of Light, her sore muscles soothed and relaxed from their hot shower (the freezing surprise she'd given them both before said hot shower notwithstanding), sighed deeply as she curled up against Haurchefant's warm chest under the blankets of his large, wonderfully comfortable bed. He hummed pleasantly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, and she pulled him closer, looking up into his eyes.
"What is it, my love?" he asked softly, brushing a stray piece of hair out of her face.
She shook her head. "Oh no, it's nothing... I'm just glad to be here," she said with a smile, and the way his already affectionate gaze melted at her words made her heart stir. Yet her limbs felt heavy with fatigue from her day of hard work, not to mention the intense debauchery that had followed.
What they had done... what she had done to him, what she had driven him to do to her, was... gods, it had been exhilarating, consuming her completely. And then, as if he'd intended to reassure her that what they'd done did not change their relationship, his deepening love for her, afterwards he'd met her with tender kisses and words of affection, gentle and playful. And, feeling very much the same, she'd responded in kind.
They'd showered quickly, but afterwards he'd just stood there under the running water with her, his skilled hands kneading knots from her neck she wasn't aware were there.
"You're spoiling me, you realize?" she'd said playfully, letting out a sigh and then a groan as his hands moved down the slopes of her shoulders, soothing the aching muscles there. "How am I going to stomach rough nights on the road after this?"
"Mmm, how indeed," he'd chuckled, then pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, over the quickly fading bite marks they'd both had a look at in the mirror. She'd already teased him over it, though Twelve it had been hot in the moment. "The same way I will endure long days of work without you in my arms at the end of them, I suppose. But... come, tonight we are together, and Fury willing the next night too."
He'd turned off the tap and taken her hand, lacing his fingers in hers, then pulled her chin up for a tender kiss, their warmed bodies still dripping with water.
Oh... that had all but filled her with emotion, leaving a vivid memory, her heart longing for him even as they held each other close.
How was it that the more moments they spent together, the more new ways she felt for him, the more her heart moved for him?
After life as she'd known it had been irrevocably changed by the Calamity, she'd decided to become an adventurer, seeking out new horizons, new cultures, new experiences. Yet in all her years of considerably thrilling adventure, she'd not felt such a constant sense of wondrous discovery as she did with Haurchefant close by her side.
They'd toweled off and come to bed in nothing but their smalls, and now here they were, cuddled up under the heavy duvet, skin against wonderfully warm skin, her handsome Elezen lover looking at her with plain affection so deep she felt herself sink into it.
"I am so very glad to have you here," he all but whispered. "Truly."
Drawn to him again, she leaned up and captured his lips in a kiss - slow, long and tender, a wonderful, relaxing heat curling through her chest. His hand, so warm and large, came to cup her face as he met her with slow, delicate brushes of tongue, with azure eyes cracked barely open to watch her in the low firelight.
As their lips parted they both let out sighs, a wave of contented drowsiness washing over the Warrior. It was yet rather early, especially compared to the last two nights; but the day's strenuous efforts had finally caught up with her, it seemed.
"M'so tired," she murmured, and Haurchefant smiled in that lovely way that reached his eyes.
"You should be, after today," he said, smoothing his fingers over her forehead, then kissing her there. "...After tonight, too. You must needs replenish your strength after such feats of endurance, my heart," he added in a teasing rumble.
"You are right," she conceded easily, stroking a palm over the firm, plush contours of his chest, giving one of his pectorals a gentle, appreciative squeeze. His eyebrows quirked up in delight, and she let out another relaxing sigh and buried her head in the crook of his shoulder. "We should both get some proper rest tonight... miss training with you," she added, feeling her drowsiness begin to overtake her.
"I do too," she heard Haurchefant say, his voice lilting upwards as if he was touched by her words. "Pleasant dreams, then, my love," he said, circling his arms around her back and stroking her gently.
Sweet dreams, she thought to reply, but all that escaped her lips was a pleased, muffled hum as she succumbed to exhaustion and deep relaxation and fell fast asleep in Haurchefant's arms.
Haurchefant lay awake in his bed with the Warrior of Light fast asleep in his embrace, his heart feeling so utterly struck by this he could do naught but marvel at the sleeping form tucked into his arms.
This fierce, powerful warrior... the same woman who, less than a bell before, had held him down and ridden him relentlessly until he came so hard his mind yet reeled just thinking about it... was now sleeping peacefully, a gentle smile on her lips even as she slept, curled up against him for comfort.
How had he earned her love — her vulnerability, her earnest expressions of trust, conveyed like this, pure and irrefutable?
She was an easier sleeper than he, he thought, having drifted off after her each time they had shared his bed thus far. That she felt so safe in his home, lying in his arms... he softly caressed her cheek with his thumb, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly, a slow breath puffing out of her nose.
Fury, he loved her. He loved her so much he didn't know what to do with himself. Though he knew it not pragmatic, he wanted to shout it from the rooftops. He loved the Warrior of Light, and she loved him — they had claimed each other both, and if Haurchefant were to have any one selfish wish of his granted, it would be... Well, it would be for her constant happiness, which he dearly hoped she would find by his side. But if he were to have any two selfish wishes made manifest, the second would be for their love to never fade. For him to — somehow, by the grace of Halone — be found worthy of the Warrior of Light wishing to fall asleep in his arms like this, contented and holding utter faith in him, night after night.
Once she entered Ishgard, things would become much more complicated, he knew — even pushing politics and necessary secrecy aside, the forces of duty and mission alone were bound to keep them apart for a time. Yet, holding her as she slept, inhaling deeply of her clean, newly familiar scent, his hopeful heart felt so full in his chest. He would cherish this, these moments with her; hold them close in the further storms that were surely to come. But, her warmth and comfort seeping into him, even his aching heart soon calmed, and Haurchefant finally succumbed to a deep, restful sleep.
The Warrior of Light awoke to a pressure weighing down on her chest, the air against her face cool but her body feeling incredibly warm. Blinking blearily in the still-darkness, she brought a hand up to take stock of her situation and... oh, she realized, eyes focusing on the dark shape above her, that she'd somehow turned onto her back in the night, and Haurchefant had half-draped himself over her, his cheek pressed to the top of her breast and his hand atop her pillow. She ran a hand over his back and he did not but stir, evidently still fast asleep.
She let out a soft laugh, sighing and threading her fingers into his hair, and that made him stir just a tiny bit, a warm breath puffing over her chest.
"Haurchefant," she whispered, and she felt his eyelashes flutter against her chest, a gentle sleepy hum reverberating into her. He rubbed his face against her breast, a sensation that certainly woke her up a bit more, then let out a slow, warm breath and apparently fell back sound asleep.
Oh. Gods, well, it was yet rather early; judging by the way the room was still dark, only lit dimly by the faint embers that yet remained in the hearth. And he looked so relaxed, his head nestled between her breasts, his long eyelashes catching some of the room's faint light, his mouth slightly open as he slept.
It was... unfamiliar, but not unwelcome, this feeling the Warrior felt, gently holding her sleeping lover in the early hours before dawn. He felt... precious to her, like something lovely she feared waking. It was strange; she'd sometimes shared a bed with her other short-lived lovers in the past, but she'd not felt this way for them when she'd awoken with their arms around her. Too much clingy, extended contact with others had often made her squirm and seek to take space.
But, though the large man draped over her did weigh on her and prompt her to slip her arms from the blanket to cool herself down a bit, the Warrior found she simply felt... at peace. Trusted. Loved.
As she stroked his hair, leaning into the feelings of soft fondness and clarity that beat steadily with her slow pulse, Haurchefant gradually began to stir, his eyelids slowly blinking open.
"Oh... oh," he breathed blearily, looking her over and taking in the position he'd found himself in. His cheeks warmed under her touch, and she met him with a slightly teasing smile. "Well. I seem to have found the most comfortable place in all the realm to rest, haven't I," he muttered, grinning with embarrassment as he lifted his head, stretching himself awake above her. "Did I wake you?"
She nodded, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. He followed the curve of her hand, letting her gently pull his face down into a kiss, soft and tender.
"My apologies... I would say, but you don't seem displeased," he murmured, gently stroking his broad hand across her collarbones.
"You were so comfortable, I couldn't bring myself to wake you," the Warrior laughed, and Haurchefant's lips parted slightly in surprise before widening into a warm smile.
"You mustn't indulge me so, my love," he said, then laid down on his side beside her, touching her shoulder to guide her into doing the same. He touched his nose to hers, then pressed a kiss at her cheek, then her jaw — a giddy, bubbling feeling began to spread through her. "I can already feel my hard-earned discipline melting away." His eyes flicked lower, parting from hers, and he pressed a kiss to her breast, then placed his lips around her nipple and gave it a soft suckle and curl of his tongue.
She gasped and made a sound of playful protest at the sudden sensation, clasping a hand over her own breast reflexively, then they both started to giggle — gods, what a way to wake up.
"Good morning to you too, Haurchefant," she half-huffed, and he cupped his hand against her neck, smiling up at her.
"Exactly why you shouldn't indulge me," he said with a grin. "Where are my manners?"
"Left in the other room before the hearth with all your other discarded things, I'd wager," she teased, and he pulled her down off her pillows for another kiss that left her pulse thrumming and her searching his teasing eyes as their soft breaths overlapped.
"Good morning," Haurchefant said finally, calling her by name. "It is... yet quite early, did you sleep well?"
"I did," she answered, stretching beside him. "Very well, in fact. Though I think my body could use a bit of a warmup," she said, and he grinned and brought his lips to her neck. "Oh," she breathed, heat rising to her cheeks, "not that kind of warmup..."
Haurchefant laid three gentle kisses to her neck, humming with a sound of amusement as she moved against his touch, and, goodness, they'd thrown off most of the blankets but she still felt so warm beneath his lips, shivers of pleasure echoing down her spine.
"Whichever you prefer," he said lightly, raising his head and meeting her with a smile before stretching out as well, then flicking on an oil lamp on his nightstand and rising to his feet. Gods, he looked terribly handsome, standing there in the low light wearing nothing but his smalls, the light catching the divot in his lower back, the musculature of his thighs... he smirked as he turned around, evidently noticing her staring.
"Training then, hmm? I daresay we should have plenty of time for it at this hour. Unless you wish me to return to bed... you do seem rather flushed," he suggested, his eyes moving across her half-exposed body as well.
"You are impossible," she laughed, pulling herself out of bed as well. "I would say we've stayed in late enough these past days... Let's get some actual training in, shall we?"
"Little would please me more," he agreed, beaming at her so brightly that she wondered how he could possibly be like this so soon after waking. "Let us go and get started, then."
Walking ahead of him into the training room as if the space was as much hers as his, the Warrior of Light, clad in her usual training clothes — light trousers and a sleeveless undershirt that revealed her well-built arms — took her usual place on the mats, starting their daily stretches. Haurchefant quickly joined her, following suit, the two of them falling into sync automatically, the motions long routine by now.
Fury but it was nice to be here again with her; to see her comfortably using his space without hesitation. And — oh, he groaned softly after a particularly satisfying stretch — after yesterday's events and a few days of neglecting his training, he surely needed a thorough warmup himself.
"Mm, I think I could stand to be put through my paces," he said, glancing at her over his shoulder as he stretched his neck and waist. The Warrior met him with a spark of interest as they moved into their last set of stretches. "This lapse in my training and the strain of yesterday's battle seem to have stiffened me up somewhat."
"Yes... I'm noticing much the same," she agreed, bending forward to reach her feet with more effort than he usually observed it taking her. "Well..." she sighed as they both rose to their feet, feeling a little more limber after their stretches. "I'll follow your lead, Haurchefant. I promise to do my best to keep you on your toes."
She met him with a smirk, and he grinned back at her, clenching his fist with excitement. Oh yes, he had missed this.
"Splendid! Let us begin," he said, his pulse beginning to speed up in anticipation, then set to work.
As Haurchefant ran them through their usual exercises, the Warrior of Light felt — gods — unbelievably energized, even as she exhausted herself. Ever in sync with one another, they did pushups until they fell to the floor panting, spotted each other lifting weights, did squats until her legs all but screamed to her that she was alive. Now they faced one another, doing sets of crunches, and the spark of challenge glinting in his eyes as they met hers spurred her on, had her flashing a grin and meeting his every motion, determined not to slow down or fall back.
The heat of challenge within her was perhaps stoked even further by the fact that her training partner had stripped himself of his undershirt partway through their exercises.
Haurchefant's bare body was artwork in motion; every ilm sculpted beautifully, every muscle working in concert. Droplets of sweat trickled down his long, muscular neck as he met her motion for motion, his core straining with every crunch, and Twelve if it was not incredibly distracting.
It was not helping matters that, now that they were no longer simply friends, Haurchefant did not hide his admiring gaze or bid his eyes not to wander — they followed her body, too, openly appreciative of what they saw. Her shirt rode up her waist as their speed increased, exposing her bare abdominal muscles, and she saw his eyes widen and lid with hunger before he smiled most approvingly.
This was... this was supposed to be training... and though it most surely was, her pulse beating firmly with exertion and the exhilarating adrenaline high of pushing herself past her limits yet again, gods the way he grinned at her as she picked up the pace and spurred him on to speed up himself to match her...
Well. This wasn't the same old daily workout that she'd missed, exactly. This was something new, laced with some exciting tension that could only exist between two warriors at their personal peaks who knew each others' bodies most intimately.
Their sets complete, they both collapsed backwards, panting on the ground across from one another for a few moments until she noticed Haurchefant rise to his feet, coming to stand above her. He looked down at her with a pleased glint in his eye, then extended a hand to help pull her up. She took it, finding herself on her feet near-effortlessly thanks to his strength.
"Excellent work," he praised, running a hand through his sweat-streaked hair, eyes still taking in her form. "Despite our slow start, 'tis now as though we hadn't missed a day."
"Mmm," the Warrior agreed, her eyes trailing up Haurchefant's bare chest despite herself. Beads of sweat had trickled down parts of his chest, the closed-off room having become rather heated from their exercise, and she could smell their exertion in the air... a light scent of clean sweat clung to him appealingly. "You always seem to know just how hard to work me... just enough to get me riled up enough to challenge you further," she said with a grin, meeting his gaze. She saw something flicker there.
"The challenge was most welcome," he answered in a rumble, then brought a hand to his lips in consideration. "Though I don't know about you but I'm parched — shall I fetch us some water?"
"Oh, please," she answered most sincerely, suddenly realizing how thirsty she was. She fell down into her usual chair at the small table they ordinarily rested at until the breakfast bell, watching him walk over to the sink and grab two cups and a pitcher, filling the latter from the tap.
Gods, just the simple way he walked... his narrow hips practically sauntering over, the scarred musculature of his broad bare back fully on display... he certainly moved with a bit of confident pride this morning, didn't he? It was enough to make her recall the wild things they'd done last night, the way those hips had bucked up against her palms with all their might, the way she'd held him down until the very end.
She'd apparently been so lost in staring at him that she hadn't realized he'd finished his task and crossed the distance to her, looking down at her with a curious smirk.
Without saying a word, he handed her a tall glass of water, which she took gratefully, gulping it down thirstily in large sips.
Haurchefant, however... Haurchefant sat across from her, his seated stance wide and leaning back into his chair as if exhausted; and then, looking the Warrior straight in the eye, he began to drink.
His thirst plainly outpaced his body's ability to contain his drink; water dripped down his chin, long neck and chest in trickles and rivulets, one drop reaching far enough to cascade over his abdominal muscles and pool in his navel. Watching this, she could not help but bite her lip, a heat coiling in her belly.
Erotic as it was, she almost wanted to laugh — was this a deliberate show for her? Yet, gods, if it was it was certainly working, bringing to mind images of his face drenched with her last night, how gladly he'd let her ride his face to her peak again and again — how was it that anyone filled her with such bottomless desire?
"I see your mind has wandered from our training," Haurchefant remarked, wiping the drips from his chin with the back of his hand. She flushed as her eyes shot up to his — they glimmered deviously, watching her closely, seeming pleased. Indeed, he was nearly grinning as he looked at her, and as he shifted his weight to set his glass upon the table, her eyes were drawn downwards yet again, to notice a rather clear sign of apparent arousal pressed tight within his trousers. "Are you still thirsty, perhaps?" he asked, placing his hand upon the handle of the still half-full pitcher.
"...Yes," she answered, her mouth already feeling dry once more. Haurchefant let out a curious hum before reaching across the table and taking her glass, then filling it rather full.
"Then, please, my friend — let me assist," the Elezen nearly purred, not handing her the glass but instead rising to his feet. She furrowed her brow, confused, and almost stood herself — but he quickly crossed the short distance, bending down carefully and taking her chin in a gentle hand, tilting it up to look at him. Her heart pounded as she realized suddenly what he was about to do, and she let out a soft gasp, her lips parting — only to find the cool rim of the glass pressed to her lips. "Drink carefully, now," he said softly, his voice a low rumble so close by. "You wouldn't want to make a mess."
The Warrior thought to make a witty retort, but the next moment his large hand tilted her head further back, beginning to slowly pour cool water between her parted lips. She drank it down, her head feeling uncommonly hot — gods, who would think to do such a thing? His half-lidded eyes stared straight into hers, his own lips parting into a breathless look, and as she pressed her mouth shut, needing to breathe, he immediately leveled the glass, ceasing the flow of water and letting her pant a breath.
Haurchefant smiled, gently rubbing a stray droplet off her lower lip with his thumb, and — Twelve, why was her heart pounding so?
"Would you like more?" he nearly whispered, tracing his thumb feather-light across the sensitive skin below her lip. She nodded, her body feeling somehow hotter even now that the glass of cold water was half-empty, and he tilted her head back once more, his touch measured and gentle, taking the most careful of control.
Though she was in truth no longer thirsty, she gladly drank, but her head swam with arousal. Lost in the heat she found reflected in Haurchefant's eyes, she felt herself gasp and shudder, causing the last of the water to overflow against her lips and spill everywhere — over her chin and throat, running down under her shirt between her breasts. Haurchefant's eyes flashed in alarm and then what looked like utter hunger, and he quickly set the glass aside on the tabletop, falling to his knees before her.
"Oh dear," he choked out, "that won't do... drinking water is a valuable resource," he said, before taking her by the shoulders and pressing his lips to her chin, gently sucking up the water that remained there.
"H-Haurche—" she gasped, bringing her hand to his ear, making him hiss out a breath against her skin.
"We mustn't let it go to waste," he said in a low rumble, before tilting her chin up again and licking a stripe down her neck, down the tender, sensitive contours where the water had flowed.
A sudden, intense heat burned straight down to the Warrior's core at this, and she could not help but let out a moan, fisting her hand tightly in Haurchefant's hair, her thumb curled around his ear. He groaned, his teeth scraping lightly against her neck, but kept going, following the path that the water had taken, lapping up the moisture that still clung to her collarbones with a ravenous tongue.
He met her eyes for but a moment, burning hot against hers. In a swift motion he pulled her sleeveless shirt up, bunching it up above her bound breasts — she could tell all too well what he meant to do and let go of him simply to pull her shirt up and over her head, casting it aside. Haurchefant's hands clutched at her back, drawing her close and arching her chest backwards, and, inhaling deeply against her skin, he followed the trail of water downwards.
Haurchefant drank the spilled water that yet clung to the Warrior's body with a ravenous thirst, his pulse pounding with desire. Fury, despite how hard of a workout she'd given him she was now all but putty in his hands, and that in and of itself was thrilling enough. But, oh... the sweat of her body mingled with the dripping water, the scent and taste of her skin and her effort filling him as he delved deeper, pulling down her chest bindings to lap at the water pooled between her breasts...
Oh Halone, he'd wanted this. All those weeks, every morning spent training together in this stuffy, poorly-ventilated room, breathing in her scent, watching the sweat drip down her face and neck, wishing desperately and wholly inappropriately to bury himself in it. He'd thought himself a weak man then, and had done his best to banish such traitorous thoughts, for his dear friend deserved naught but the utmost respect.
Yet now... now they were lovers and comrades-in-arms both, and she had shown plain desire for him beyond his wildest dreams. And, Fury, how she writhed and trembled in his arms as he lapped every last bit of the spilled water from her body, the point of his tongue working into the creases underneath her breasts, where he tasted her so strongly it nearly drove him mad — light and tangy salt and skin, every bit as ambrosial as he'd imagined.
Once he'd drank every spilt drop he lifted his head to look at her, only to find her looking at him with a hand loosely splayed over her mouth, an expression of wide-eyed, heated surprise on her features. Her skin was covered in fading red splotches, marking the path his mouth had traveled.
"Forgive me," he panted, nuzzling his nose against the top of her breast. "I could not... could not help myself. To... to taste of your skin, as the sweat yet clings to your hard-worked body..."
"Fuck," the Warrior cursed in nearly a whine, her fingers coming up to cover her eyes, before she braced her hand against the back of the chair and gave him a look that was just as intense and pointed as the sudden vulgar word he thrilled in hearing her use. "How do you— How do I... I, I mean, that was..."
Her eyes swam with overwhelmed desire, and noticing her rather obvious difficulty in gathering her thoughts Haurchefant sucked a gentle kiss at the top of her breast, meeting her with a hazy smile.
"Yes, my love?" he tried to hum patiently, although inside he felt anything but — his desire gnawed at him, a mounting hunger that was yet anything but sated. His hands gripped harder at her back despite himself. Fury, before her now he was nearly more beast than man, he felt, all of his patience expended last night, and as her hand came to stroke through his hair his legs tensed hard to hold himself back —
"You want to taste more, don't you," she said, more statement than question, and Haurchefant groaned, breath hot against her bared skin, his teeth scraping against her breast and making her squirm in his arms.
"I do," he almost moaned in answer.
"Then what are you waiting for," she challenged, looking down at him, fire in her eyes — and Fury he could hold back no longer, lifting the Warrior up into his arms, her hands clutching at him for a brief moment before he deposited her atop the large mat they'd been exercising on until now, scrambling on top of her on his hands and knees.
He kissed her hard and deep, and though she was sprawled haphazardly on her back beneath him she grabbed at his neck with one hand, her short nails digging into tender skin and making the heat surge within him. She met him with tongue and teeth, her body arching up to meet his — his hands wandered over her body, grabbing roughly at her lovely soft breasts, at the firm muscle of her waist — she whined, then, breaking the kiss, and as his eyes locked with hers, finding them fervent and wanting, it was all he could do to bury his lips at her neck, licking up the taste of her right below her ear, inhaling her intoxicating scent. She hissed and writhed beneath him, throwing her head back, as if nearly as impatient as he was.
"You are..." Haurchefant panted, licking a hot trail down her body, his tongue curving down the top of her breast and then flicking over her nipple, causing her to gasp. "Utterly splendid," he uttered with a feeling of erotic worship, meeting her gaze and finding her breathless. His hands came to rest at her hips. "Every heated ilm of your hard-wrought warrior's body, divine beneath my tongue," he groaned, dipping his tongue down the long line of her belly, tracing between her abdominal muscles... so delicious, she was, heat pulsing hard beneath his trousers at the mere taste of her. "I simply can't get enough."
Their eyes met for a second, hot and heady, before Haurchefant pulled down her trousers, smalls and all. Fury, a trickle of wetness already dripped down her inner thigh, and... oh, he couldn't even restrain himself long enough to pull her pants off all the way before he found her legs hooked over his shoulders and his face buried in her, tongue delving into the crease between sex and thigh. He breathed deeply, groaning against her... last night she'd tasted incredible but this morning she was even more intoxicating still, damp with sweat and with the faint scent of him now clinging to her. He lapped up the streak of slick at her thigh, causing her to shudder, letting out a moan through his nose as he savored her scent and taste.
Haurchefant drank of her like a man bewitched, breathing deep, ragged breaths and licking at her thigh with a tongue that seemed determined to collect every spilled drop of her sweat and arousal — gods, how did he want her like this so badly, so soon after last night? She might have felt embarrassed about being hot and sticky from their strenuous exercise, if not for the fully ravenous hunger displayed clearly on his face. He nuzzled at her clit with his nose before tonguing at her entrance, his breath panting hot against her — she whined and squirmed beneath him, her legs spreading wide as they could, bound at the ankles by her trousers as they yet were.
"Gods, you're... you're insatiable," the Warrior panted, gasping as he curled his tongue around her clit, sucking hard at it for a lingering moment, a shock of intense sensation shooting through her and making her moan. It was nearly overstimulating, what with how long he'd gone at it just last night — but he lifted his head and panted against her, his eyes dark with desire. She noticed that at some point he must have reached down and unbuttoned his own trousers, for she could tell by his motion that he was palming himself as he tasted her. This only made her ache even more, but at this angle his broad shoulders and her own body blocked her vision.
"I believe I promised to train you, my love," Haurchefant said, his breathing harsh. His lips came to her inner thigh, sucking hard, his eyes pressing shut for a moment as he — she could feel the motion — stroked a hand down his length, long and deliberate. "To take you every night until your body opens up for me beautifully with a single stroke," he said, his hands squeezing at the backs of her thighs. "Do you remember?"
The Warrior gasped in a breath — yes, he... he had said this the night before last in the heat of their passion; she had asked him to do so, in fact... Her face somehow grew impossibly hotter at this, her legs squirming with the heat that rushed down between her thighs at the recollection.
"You do," he said then, a low rumble through a hazy grin, his breath tickling over her core... she nodded, feeling almost desperate. "Then — there is yet time — might you have it in you to accept my instruction? Last night you so splendidly took the reins, yet... now that we've warmed up and I've gotten a taste of you, I find I am already dying to begin our lessons," he added in a groan, palming himself with a shudder.
The Warrior nodded again, wishing so badly she could see him taking himself in hand, but wanting even more to see her lover make good on his promise. "Please, ser," she breathed, "work me hard."
He met her eyes with a sudden heat that made her body ache with hunger. Oh, what she could do to him with an unexpected word or two had never failed to satisfy. "...As you wish."
Haurchefant lifted her legs off of his shoulders, pulled her bottoms off from where they'd bunched up around her feet, and hooked an arm around her waist and flipped her with a powerful, effortless grace. She landed on her stomach, cheek pressed against the mat as she looked back at him — his reddened cock curved up hard from the open fly of his trousers, slick and wet with himself; his face was just as flushed with smug desire.
The Warrior grinned back at him, her heart pounding, thrilled by his show of force. He stroked himself, his length looking intimidating even gripped in his large hand.
"On your knees," he said, his voice gently issuing an order, though an appreciative smile upon his face made it clear to her that she was not required to play along — but, a dangerous thrill running down her spine at his words, she simply nodded and did as she was told, bent on her knees while her folded arms rested on the mat.
She was horribly exposed like this, a shiver of vulnerability working through her, but the look of utter hunger on the knight's face spurred her on — she swayed her hips gently back and forth, spreading her knees slightly, giving him a show.
"Mm... like this, ser?"
As a response she heard Haurchefant draw in a heavy breath, then his large hands came to squeeze so tightly at her arse that it made her arch her back and whine, the tips of his thumbs digging into her soft cunt and shocking her with sudden pressure as they began to spread her open.
"Oh, yes..." she heard him groan, his hands releasing her only for the briefest of moments before — with a shuddering gasp spilling from her lips — two thick fingers pushed into her with shocking ease. "Already so wet for me, my love... splendid... By the Fury, I want naught more than to bury myself to the hilt within you this very instant," he said, a growl to his voice that had her breath skipping, her body aching with hunger. He heard a pause in his breath, and his fingers pushed deeper, making her spread her legs wider for him and moan — gods, this man —
"I want you to," the Warrior panted, "I think... I think I can take it."
She then whined as his strong fingers curled within her, a thumb coming to her entrance to stretch her even further, the sensation utterly torturous.
"Can you now?" Haurchefant teased, his voice low. He slipped a third finger inside her, spreading them wide within her, coaxing her open. She cried out, her head spinning, her body still aching for more. "Oh Fury, look at that... mayhap you can."
His voice was nearly a groan, and when two of his long fingers came to stroke gently at her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure and further need to her core, she couldn't help but tense and tremble, pressing her eyes shut, soft whines escaping her lips.
"So good for me, my love..." she heard him whisper, his breath puffing over her back — her eyes snapped open in a start, his words making her feel outright desperate for him. He bent his whole body over her now, massive and broad above her, caging her in against the ground...
"Oh, fuck," she whined, the both of them hissing in pleasure as he rubbed his thick head up and down against her slit, drenching him in her arousal and making her whole body tense with fevered anticipation.
"If you insist," Haurchefant replied, a grin to his voice — and then he pressed against her entrance, his large hands gripping her arse and hips to hold her steady as he began to push in — and all else was thrown from her mind entirely.
The Warrior of Light was... oh, Fury, it didn't matter how often they did this, Haurchefant knew he would never be accustomed to just how singularly splendid it was to take her. Her small frame knelt beneath him, her strong legs spread wide in salacious invitation, and, Halone's grace, her slick, delicious little cunt still gripped him like a vice even though his hands had prepared her.
"Y-yes—" she moaned beneath him, her voice trailing off into a whine as his thick head breached her tight entrance, and—
"Oh," he crooned her name with a tone of wonder, leaning up and gripping her hips in both his hands to hold himself steady, to keep his entrance measured. "Oh, yes, my love, that's just it... relax for me now, take me deeper—"
The Warrior whined incoherently, her head buried in her arms, but the way she nodded desperately — and the way he felt her tight grip around him soften ever so slightly at his urging, allowing him to press in that much more, had Haurchefant damn near losing his mind.
She trembled beneath him, her thighs shaking, moaning with clear pleasure as he continued to relentlessly push forward, not pulling out at all this time, simply slowing his pace to a glacial crawl when he met resistance and then giving a gentle press in further when it abated. It felt like an eternity, levin coursing through him up from where he slowly filled her, gasping encouragements.
"That's it... Fury, you're doing it my love, I think you may just take all of me—"
The way she shook as he filled her, whining beneath him, her body yet dripping with sweat... "All of you?" she whined, her tone disbelieving. "I... I didn't even come yet, and I..."
With a last torturous push, Haurchefant finally bottomed out inside her. He threw his head back and bit his lip around a groan, the feel of her around him overwhelming. She let out a whimper of helpless pleasure that made him throb inside her, before looking back at him, her eyes wide and blown out with lust.
"Oh... oh gods, Haurchefant..."
"My love... how quickly you take to our lessons," he said, meeting her with a breathy grin, bending over her once more. Her small back curved up to press against his chest, as if her skin craved contact, and he could not help but coil an arm around her body, grabbing at her breast and holding her close. His body urged him to move, to rut into her, to make her scream with pleasure for him... but he did not, instead simply pressing himself as deeply inside of her as he could and reveling in the feeling of it, waiting for her to relax around him and laying a sucking kiss to the side of her neck. "How are you feeling? Still want me to 'work you hard'? If it's too much..."
The Warrior groaned wordlessly, her hips shifting against him slightly as if trying to settle into the sensation. It felt divine, her walls fluttering gently around him, a little hum of overwhelmed pleasure escaping her nose as she did so. "Mnnngh," she mumbled, throwing her head back against his shoulder, her eyes hazy and nearly shut.
"Too much, then?" he sighed, smiling affectionately and trailing his hand down between her thighs. Fury, it was torture staying still like this, but to harm his beloved even in the slightest simply would not do. His fingers brushed lightly against her swollen clit and she trembled, her eyes blinking open wide, hot breath puffing against his cheek. "I can... make it easier for you then... if you'd allow me."
The Warrior nodded. "Please," she breathed, and the way she tensed and clamped down onto him as his fingers worked a tight circle around her apex... Haurchefant hissed in a breath, clenching his thighs like iron to force himself to stay still. "You feel... so good," she gasped, writhing in his arms as he continued to pleasure her with his hand, and he sunk his teeth into his shoulder to stop himself from following the intoxicating motions of her around him. "Oh, fuck, Twelve above, Haurchefant, take me—"
His hips stuttered out and into her of their own accord at this, only by maybe a mere ilm, and they both moaned at the sudden sensation —
"Fury you do not know how badly I wish to do so immediately," he nearly growled, shuddering into her neck. "But if I would harm you—"
"You couldn't," she moaned, hips tilting softly against his fingers, a plush, exquisite torture around his straining cock. "And even if you could, I told you I could take it," she panted, pressing back against him, pushing him in so deep he swore he saw stars. "So... so please... don't hold back," she hissed. "Make me yours the way I know you've wanted to since the very first time you pinned me here—"
There was nothing — absolutely nothing — Haurchefant could do anymore besides exactly what she so wonderfully demanded of him.
Haurchefant had her pinned to the mat beneath him, the scent of their sweat and effort in the air around them, his generous length pressed so deep inside her it made her head spin, and — as the Warrior cried out — he pulled out of her, suddenly flipping her onto her back again.
"Have to... see," he panted, his voice a low growl, "what I do to you."
Still on his knees, he lifted her by the arse with one hand as if she weighed nothing. Her legs fell open around his hips, and he aligned them again and... oh, oh...!
Haurchefant pressed in hard this time, his thick cock pushing against all the right spots inside her and then some, and she was moaning helplessly beneath him, hands clutching fruitlessly at the mat. Sparks danced at the edges of her vision as his thumb came to rub roughly at her clit, sending sharp pleasure up her spine and down her thighs, making her spread her legs even wider around him—
A wanton grin spread across Haurchefant's face, sweat dripping down from his temples... oh, gods, what had she asked for, she wondered, looking at the utterly ravenous man above her, around her, inside her, his broad hand playing her body like an instrument.
"Please," she whined, feeling utterly desperate, "Haurchefant, please..."
"Patience, my heart," he panted, pulling out slowly and pressing in again with a forceful thrust, her cunt gripping tight around him, a moan spilling forth out of her own control. "First, I am going to make you come for me, until you lie trembling with pleasure in my arms. And then," he said, bending in as he punctuated his speech with a deep grind, eyes lidded, breath hot against her skin, "I am going to take you again and again, my love, until either my body gives out or you beg me for mercy." He paused, a flicker of amusement passing across his face. "...Or until the breakfast bell rings, perhaps."
His azure eyes were dark with need, and that look on his face... it made her nod and bite her lip with hunger, which he answered with a breathless smile. "Splendid... just..." he groaned as he began to make short, deep thrusts inside her, watching her writhe beneath him, "you're just perfect..."
He was so big, stuffing her so wonderfully full and achingly stretched that she wasn't sure if she'd ever get used to it. His fingers worked at her relentlessly, his pace steady and firm but not punishing, making her tremble with unbearable pleasure, and she found a long stream of moans, whines and curses falling from her lips. He cursed too, uttering blasphemies to the Fury between groans and praises, and she found herself utterly at his mercy, her head falling back against the mat, her body writhing with building pleasure.
"Fury, you feel so good," he hissed as he slid slowly inside her again, her legs trembling around him. "You're shaking, my love," he said with a grin, his hair a wonderful mess. "Won't you let go and come for me?"
His grip at her hips changed, his next thrust kissing that wonderful spot deep inside her with just a touch more force, and the heady rush of animalistic heat that surged through her veins at this — oh, gods, despite the pleasure searing through her it wasn't enough, she wanted him to, to—
She nodded, whining incoherently, hips tilting into his touch, chasing his fingers, until she finally found her words. "Fuck me harder, please, be a little rough with me, I'll come for you I promise—"
Haurchefant hissed in a breath above her, his eyes blown dark. "Fury grant me strength," he swore, before pressing her backwards and nearly bending her in half, her legs around his shoulders. His nose brushed against hers, his eyes boring searing holes into her own. "Keep begging me like that and I fear I will never stop," he breathed, then pulled back and pounded into her so hard and deep it tore the breath from her, sending a ripple of desperate, animalistic pleasure up and out her throat in an arcing moan.
"Yes, yes, oh gods yes—" she babbled, and his lips came to her throat, sucking dark marks into her skin as he split her open at an increasingly frantic pace, spurred on by her cries. She was only dimly aware of her nails digging into his broad back. "Don't— oh, gods pleasepleaseplease don't ever stop—"
Haurchefant groaned and panted above her, biting and licking at her ear as his hips slammed relentlessly into her, stretching her so deep and raw she could hardly think — pleasure scorched through her as he continued to stroke at her apex even as he plowed into her, making her dizzy and desperate—
"My beautiful," he panted between thrusts, "exquisite, shameless seductress of a woman," he said with a nearly feral growl to his voice that sent a wonderful, needy shiver down her spine. "You... you just need to be filled with me nearly every hour of the day, don't you? To be utterly ravaged by me and left dripping with my spend?"
The Warrior couldn't help but simply whine and nod fervently. "Yes," she cried, trembling as his hips slammed into her harder at this admission, the look on his face so full of raw, possessive desire it made her feel weak and so, so wanted. "Yes, please, make a mess of me, do anything you want, anything—"
His open mouth came to hers, his eyes still looking straight into hers with awed, overwhelming desire as he gave her a bruising kiss, his mouth ravenous and devouring, his tongue curling around her muffled moans—
And... and, Twelve take her, it was all so much she couldn't help but nearly scream into his mouth, her body convulsing and held tight in his arms as he continued to piston steadily deep within her, taking her so well even as her whole body burst into flames of pleasure, pulsing so tight around him as she came—
Haurchefant, true to his word, did not stop even when she came; instead his hands came to grip either side of her face, tilting it back and sucking wonderful, torturous kisses and nips at the tender flesh of her neck, his plunging length invading her senses so wholly and relentlessly that she couldn't tell if she'd ever stopped coming at all.
"Fury, you come for me so beautifully," he hissed, nipping at her lower lip, staring her straight in the eye. "I can't — still can't believe you're mine," he groaned, burying his face in her neck and pressing in so hard all she could do was arch her back helplessly and whine, fully overtaken by him.
"I am," she managed to gasp out, her body bouncing against the mat as he fucked her, her hands coming up to hold his head and grip his ears. Stars sparked behind her vision, her body aflame. "Oh, Haurchefant, ahh, ah—!"
The Warrior of Light came around him a second time without him even trying, calling his name as she did, her nails digging into the base of his sensitive ears, and Haurchefant felt something come loose inside himself.
She—she was beautiful, she was precious, she was everything— and she was the rightful devourer of his body who needed to be filled, to be marked as his. To, as she slayed her next dragon, feel the ghost of him yet inside her in her every movement—
The thoughts were blasphemous, possessive, borderline insane — yet in this feverish state, their bodies frantically melding together on his training room floor, the taste of her sweat on his tongue, her nails digging into his ears and sending fire all the way down to where she still pulsed excruciating tremors around him — he held no more control. He could do nothing but give in to them, to give her everything he knew she deserved.
His teeth sinking into her neck, a glorious cry coming from her lips, heat coiled and twisted impossibly hot in Haurchefant's belly as he came and came and came, fucking his come deeper inside her as he did, gradually slowing to a deep grind, shuddering with overwhelming pleasure above her, wracked with unexpected aftershocks.
By the way she whined and mewled and clung to him all the while, her eyes meeting his with desperate affection, he could tell that she'd felt him fill her. That she'd wanted it — oh, Halone have mercy, she looked at him with such wanton love, even in this debauched state, that he had to press his eyes shut for a moment to gather himself.
When he opened them, he saw his lover panting beneath him, her hair a mess, sweat dripping from her brow. She looked to be in a state of utter euphoria, disheveled as she was, and though his body felt wholly spent already, he knew the image of her like this would dance across his eyelids and fuel his fantasies for many days to come.
Her lips came to his, giving him a tender, languid kiss — her tongue slipped against his, her fingertips stroking gently at his ear, and it sent a shiver of somehow yet deeper feelings for her through him. As their lips parted, the eyes that met his yet glowed with the embers of their lust, but were so clearly vulnerable and affectionate and intimate that the contrast between what she'd just begged him to do and how they felt for one another set his mind and heart both spinning.
"Hah... I think I'm going to be feeling that," she laughed breathily, then brought a hand to his cheek and smiled softly when apparent concern flashed across his face. "Don't worry, my love. That's what I wanted," she added almost shyly.
"Halone have mercy on a man," Haurchefant swore, dropping more of his weight atop her, cupping her hand in his and pressing a kiss to the meat of her thumb. She shifted beneath him, relaxing into the added pressure with a sigh. "You make me wish I still had more to give you."
In the heat of the moment, he'd promised to take her again and again, but it seemed the frequency with which they'd been consummating their desires had finally caught up with him — he could feel himself softening inside her, a bone-deep satisfaction seeping through his veins.
And... and, Fury, hearing her call him her love like that in this heated afterglow...
"Oh? Have I drained you at last? A thousand pardons, good ser," she quipped, her eyes twinkling with mirth. He grinned back at her, chuckling delightedly, then leaned in and brushed his nose against hers. "It's for the best," she assured him, a hand stroking at his back. "I was hoping to be of service to your camp again today, not lying idly upon my bed the entire afternoon."
"Mmm," he hummed, threading his hands up through her hair, pressing a soft kiss to one of the dark marks he'd left along her neck. She tilted into his kiss, letting out a contented sigh. "I would gladly lend my quarters to your continued leisure, but I know your virtuous heart would not allow it."
The Warrior laughed, rolling her eyes softly. "No... though, that you would extol my virtue when you have me like this..."
Haurchefant lifted himself up on his arms, gazing down at her. As he did, he felt himself slip out of her, and he backed onto his knees, watching his lover push herself up onto her elbows, still a little breathless.
The sight of her like this, of the Warrior of Light's heroic figure laid flushed and ravished beneath him, of his own thick come dripping out from her and pooling between her legs, it... his breath caught, his chest aching with feelings far larger than himself.
I'm going to have to give these mats a good scrubbing later, aren't I, was the only thought his love-drunk mind could put into a coherent sentence, though it was by far the least important.
"Haurchefant?" came the Warrior's voice, her thighs pressing together almost shyly as she watched him, and he felt himself flushing despite the state they were both in.
"Forgive me, my love, the sight of you simply took my breath away," he offered, bending down and pressing a kiss to her cheek. She playfully smacked at his bare chest, and then, as if suddenly realizing where her hand was, groped at his pecs appreciatively and kissed him lightly. His heart fluttered with pure affection.
Oh, she was so endearing, he could spend days simply enjoying her company — but duty pressed ever closer; he was certain the bell for their morning meal would ring any minute now.
"We made a mess," she said sheepishly as their lips parted. "Do you think we have time before breakfast to clean up?"
"Perhaps, if we hurry... and don't mind being fashionably late," Haurchefant sighed, offering his hand to help pull her to her feet.
The Warrior frowned, but took his hand anyway, letting him take her weight briefly as she righted herself. "Is that a thing in Ishgard?"
"If we were attending a ball, undoubtedly. But other than that... oh," he murmured, lightly touching a bite mark he'd left at her neck. "Did I go too far — does that hurt, I mean, I—"
"I did say you could do anything you wanted," she teased with a shrug. "And it was really..." she trailed off, biting her lip. "I liked it," she said finally, with a sly smile. Flickering embers danced in Haurchefant's stomach. "Anyway, I need a towel, or we're going to have an even worse mess on our hands."
"Of course," he answered quickly, rushing to grab some clean towels and help her clean up.
They were both nearly dressed by the time the bell rang, Haurchefant fastening his gauntlets and the Warrior still getting her haubergeon on over her head. By the time she'd popped her head through the neckline of her chainmail and pulled her hood down, he'd crossed the distance between them, cupping her cheek with his gloved palm.
"Though it pains me to do so, I'll go on ahead so that the others won't talk so much," he said, smiling longingly at her. The incredible warmth in his chest did not die down, especially not as she looked back up at him like that, with a trusting, intimate fondness. "I love you," he murmured, voicing her name before pressing his lips to hers, soft and lingering.
"I love you too," she breathed as they parted, then left a quick peck on his cheek, as if she couldn't stand for him to leave without getting another kiss. "Don't pain yourself too much, I'll be right behind you," she added with a teasing smile, waving at him with bare fingers as he gathered his sword and shield and made to leave.
Oh, how had he come to live in such a wonderful dream? He expected nearly as much work to handle today as he'd had yesterday, and he was certain that Tataru, the perceptive little woman that she was, would be giving them some unbearably knowing looks at mealtimes no matter what they had or hadn't done before arriving — but such trivialities merely glinted off the gleaming armor of his bliss, hardly even noticed.
He heard a happy little sigh come from behind the door after he'd closed it behind him, and, well. How was he supposed to focus at work, hearing that?
With a wandering swagger to his step, Haurchefant made his way to the dining hall, his thoughts yet full of the woman he loved.