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Emmrich leaned back into the chair and let out a small sigh. The book on the table before him remained as untouched as it had for the last hour or so. Sleep was evading him this evening. The most recent excursion had been grueling, though he had yet to hear of a dragon encounter going to plan. The dull ache in his leg did little to distract his racing mind. He was no stranger to his mind running away from him; quite often he had toiled the night away pouring over tomes and cataloging anomalies. He longed for such academic endeavors now. Currently, his mind was filled with the most inappropriate of fantasies.
Nerys.
The de facto leader of their troupe. He had followed her into certain death more than once, and come out alive. He held the utmost respect for her, of course, but he could not stop himself from envisioning her in a most disrespectful way.
Earlier in the day she had pulled him against her body to haul him away from a dragon’s death throes. A very dire situation indeed, but at the time all he could think about was the feeling of her breasts pressed against him. Rising and falling with her ragged breaths. He would be ashamed to admit he feigned unconsciousness, just to savor the feeling for a moment longer. He furrowed his brow and rubbed a hand over his face. He was sweating.
He clumsily unbuttoned his collar. The room felt stifling, the air too thick to breathe properly. Emmrich cleared his throat, and reached for a glass of water. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his thoughts. But it was no use. Her image haunted him, more vivid than ever.
"Get a hold of yourself," he muttered, trying to shake off the desperation that threatened to overwhelm him. He needed a distraction, something to focus on. He glanced back at the book on the table, but the thought of diving into its pages now seemed futile. He placed the glass to his lips, and did not hear the soft shuffling to his left.
Nerys entered the common room and paused upon seeing him. She stood barefoot, dressed only in a silk night dress.
“Good evening, Emmrich,” she said softly, her voice a blend of weariness and warmth. She took a step closer, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor. Emmrich coughed violently, water sputtering from his mouth. He quickly set the glass down and wiped his chin with the back of his hand.
"G-good evening, Nerys," he stammered, forcing himself to meet her gaze. Her hazel eyes sparkled with amusement, and he wondered if she knew the effect she had on him. She stepped closer, her movements graceful. "Couldn't sleep?" she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice.
Emmrich shook his head, unable to form coherent words. His mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. He felt the urge to stand and offer her his seat, but embarrassment cemented him in place. Nerys noticed his discomfort and smirked, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, already moving to sit across from him.
"Of course not," he replied, his voice steadier than he felt. He watched her as she settled into the chair, the silk of her nightdress catching the light. The delicate fabric left little to the imagination, and he felt his pulse quicken as he spotted the silhouette of her waist. She pulled her legs to her chest, warped her arms around them and placed her chin on her knees.
For a moment, they sat in silence, the only sound the faint crackling of the fireplace. Emmrich's mind raced, searching for something to say, something to distract him from the intoxicating woman before him. Nerys looked across the table appraisingly at him. She blinked lazily and a frown pulled at her lips.
"Why are you so tense, Emmrich?" she asked, her voice soft. "It's just us here."
He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "I-I suppose I'm still on edge from the day's events," he replied, attempting to sound nonchalant. "Dragons tend to have that effect."
Nerys chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Yes they do." She paused, her eyes locking onto his. "But I don’t think that is what’s been bothering you. You've been on edge for days now"
He was torn. Should he throw himself at her feet, confess everything and beg for her forgiveness; or deny her intuition to keep up the façade of professionalism? He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he looked down, focusing on the long discarded book before him.
Nerys leaned forward, her voice gentle but probing. "Emmrich?” she reached across the table, her fingers brushing against his. “If I've upset you in any way, I am very sorry.” Reluctantly, he raised his eyes to meet hers. She held his gaze, and he felt his resolve crumble. "Please tell me what's wrong."
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "It's just…you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "You make it hard to think clearly."
She froze, then looked away from him. “Oh, I see. My apologies” She mumbled and pulled her hand away from him. He grabbed on to her wrist, halting her retreat.
"I'm not sure how to explain this.” He gestured vaguely at the air between them. “It’s...inappropriate."
Nerys tilted her head, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Inappropriate how?” Emmrich felt the flush crawl up his neck.
"Inappropriate in the sense that I... I find myself drawn to you in ways that I shouldn't be," he confessed, his voice shaking slightly. Nerys’s eyes widened and she sat speechless for a few moments. Then, a wicked smirk appeared on her face.
“Oh? Is that all?” She asked as she stood. In one smooth step she stood before him. Emmrich's breath caught in his throat as Nerys effortlessly twisted her wrist free from his grasp, only to interlace her fingers with his. Her touch was electric, sending a shiver down his spine that he struggled to contain. He felt the warmth of her palm against his own, a stark contrast to the coolness of his glove.
"Nerys, I..." Emmrich began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words. His mind raced with conflicting emotions—desire, fear, and a desperate longing for her.
Nerys leaned in closer, her face mere inches from his. Her hazel eyes bore into his own, the intensity of her gaze made him shiver. He could feel her breath on his skin as she spoke. “Would you tell me more?”
In that moment it took all of his resolve to stop himself from kissing her. He let out a labored breath, “I find you to be quite irresistible.” She hummed in approval and placed her free hand on his chest. “I feel much the same,” She whispered. Emmrich gasped as she ran her fingers up the length of his neck. She smiled as goosebumps formed in her wake. Her feather light touch continued upward to the apex of his jaw. His lips parted slightly when she took his chin between her thumb and forefinger. With a gentle push, she directed his head upward.
“Nery’s,” he croaked. She smiled wickedly at his whine. “Hmm? What is it?” She asked, almost mocking him. She pursed her lips in a pout. “What do you need?”
Emmrich’s world began to spin. “I would very much like to kiss you.” He answered, looking up at her. He felt entirely at her mercy. “ Please ”
Stroking his chin affectionately, she leaned down and placed a burning kiss to the side of his mouth. Not quite a proper kiss, but just close enough to be torturous. Emmrich keened, a strangled moan escaping his chest. A pathetic, needy sound that he should have been embarrassed by.
But now he could feel her smiling against his skin. She moved to kiss his cheek, then his jaw, just next to his ear then maker - his neck. He closed his eyes and leaned into her affections. He grabbed blindly for her, and when he found purchase on her hip, haphazardly pulled her closer.
Nerys let out a surprised yelp and pitched forward. Her lips left his neck and her arms wrapped around his neck to steady herself. She now stood straddling one of his legs, the hem of her chemise straining against his knee. Their eyes met and for a few beats they did not move. Emmrich’s chest heaved as he tried to calm his breathing.
Nerys looked away first, casting her gaze down. She took her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed nervously. Emmrich watched her cautiously and began to worry. Did she regret this? Had he crossed a line? Oh maker, he had ruined this before it had even begun.
His thoughts were interrupted when Nerys hiked her dress up above her knees and sat herself firmly on his thigh. She let out a shaky breath at the contact and forcibly pulled his hands to her waist. He eagerly grasped her hips. She shook under his touch.
“ Fenedhis” she hissed. It was Emmrich’s turn to smirk now as he tightened his grip and pushed her hips down. He was rewarded with a delicious roll of her hips and a satisfied moan. She braced herself on his shoulders and ground her hips against his thigh again. His cock twitched at the sight of her. Her body glistened with sweat, her cheeks red, her hair unkempt. He took a moment to commit the scene to memory. Nerys had found a steady rhythm, her moans slowly building.
A mischievous thought flashed into Emmrich’s mind. He slipped his hands down to her ass, and gave a firm squeeze. Her hips stuttered and a surprised laugh escaped her. A strangled sort of sound, interrupted by her own moans. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He wanted to hear it again. She began to find her rhythm again, but then Emmrich lifted his right hand and brought it down against her ass with a firm crack .
“ Oh, fuck!” She cried out, and threw her head back. “Oh gods-! Emmrich!” Hearing his name fall from her lips, the last string of his self control broke. He reached up and grabbed the back of her neck. In one solid pull, he pulled her down into a desperate kiss. She drove her tongue into his mouth. Uncoordinated and frenzied, she continued to grind against him. Her movements became frantic and she began to pull away from the kiss with a gasp.
But Emmrich kept her firmly in place. She let out a high pitch noise, then a low animalistic groan. Her hips bucked, one - two - three, as her orgasm wracked through her. He greedily swallowed down her cries. She soon went limp in his arms, panting. He released his grip and gently pulled her against him. Nerys buried her face in the crook of his neck as she tried to regain her senses.
Emmrich stroked her thigh affectionately, and turned his head to place a kiss on her temple. She looked up at him through blurry eyes, then smiled. He smiled back.
“Well,” Nerys sighed and sat up, “this was not what I expected when I came down here.” She kissed him again; a small peck. It was almost chaste. The dichotomy made Emmrich chuckle. Nerys squirmed in his lap and swung her leg over his hip. She was now sitting on his lap properly. The weight of her pressed against his hard cock forced the breath from his lungs.
“A-ah!” He gasped for air, feeling suddenly light headed. Nerys ran a single finger over the bulge and Emmrich hissed, sucking air between his teeth. Emboldened by his reaction, she placed the palm of her hand against him and stroked. He bucked up into her touch. Nerys moved her hands to his waist band, grasped at the button of his pants, and paused. He met her gaze quickly, curious why she had stopped.
“Is this alright?” She asked quietly, nervously. Emmrich almost laughed; alright? He had been dreaming of this moment.
He nodded, almost frantically. “Yes; please” . With renewed vigor, Nerys unclasped the button and in one swift motion pulled his cock free. The head shined with pre cum, and Nerys licked her lips. His dick was slender, like the rest of him, and longer than she had expected. She grasped his cock and slowly ran her thumb over the head. He moaned as he watched her. Slowly,deliberately, she began to stroke. Her pace was agonizingly slow, and Emmrich knew she was teasing him. Maker preserve him . He wanted, needed , more.
“More, faster, please!” He didn’t recognize his own voice, it sounded so far away. Nerys smiled, but to his dismay she released her grip entirely. He let out a sound of protest, but she placed a finger to his lips hushing him. Then, she hooked a finger under the strap of her dress and pulled it down her arm. She repeated the motion on the other strap, and the dress pooled at her waist.
The flush of her face extended all the way down to the top of her breast. Maker her breasts. She was fully exposed to him, and he found himself unable to move. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her ribcage. He quickly moved into action and took her breast into his hand. She gasped and arched her back, pressing farther into his touch. He ran his thumb over her nipple and she groaned in approval.
Nerys reached down between her thighs and hurriedly pulled her small clothes to the side. She lifted herself up and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. With the new angle, Emmrich took her nipple into his mouth. With a sigh she sunk down onto his length.
Emmrich’s vision went white, and he was sure he just came. But a few seconds later he felt Nerys begin to bounce in his lap. He wrapped his arms fully around her waist, all sense of control gone from him, and began to desperately fuck up into her. He slammed her down into his cock at a brutal pace, both of their moans growing in volume.
He couldn’t take it, he wouldn’t last, gods he was so close . His pace began to falter, “I- ugh!- i’m about to-!” He stuttered. Nerys grabbed his face, kissed him hard then said “inside, come inside of me”.
Her words burned like fire in his stomach, he gripped her hips so tightly he was sure to leave bruises. Two strokes later, he came with a strangled gasp.
Nerys sat atop him for a few minutes while he caught his breath. She lazily placed kisses along his neck and hummed sweet nothings into his ear. When his breathing began to settle she stood from his lap, his cock slipped out of her with a rude sound.
“Come on,” she reached out for his hand. “There’s an enchanted tub in my quarters. We can get washed up there.” Dazed, utterly satisfied, and absolutely love sick, Emmrich stood up on shaky legs. He tucked himself back into his pants, and followed Nerys obediently.