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The Midsommar King

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In the midst of a boring-out-of-his-skull party Ardyn's stuck in... Arya decides to help get him away.

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If you had told Ardyn, while he was nothing more than a prisoner to the gods on that hell of an island, that he’d ultimately become the most recognized, near king’s maker, of the Niflheim Empire’s affairs- he would have dismissed that thought completely…

Add in that he would have found new love in this new role spite of the troubles the gods have given him in the past? 

 

Absolute foolishness…

 

And yet, here he stood, Chancellor to the Empire, and ever at his side, a lethal panthera assassin that had the audacity to dare to break ties with the infamous and shadowy Clan Eshin Assassins and lived to tell the tale after…!

 

Arya Izunia was her name, a winter Leopardus that had captured his heart… And her surname, he now wore with pride. If anything to hide the cold truth until the time was right, when the entire world was at his mercy, that was the dream. And despite what he had become after his… interesting rampage through Insomnia- Arya had stuck with him, picking up the pieces, bit by bit…

 

And now here they were, whiling the evening away together as an evening party slowed to a crawl. It was a summer dinner, a celebration over some victory against the Lucians- he had to admit, it was rather boorish. If anything, he should have never gone, but alas- he had an image to maintain- all the better to gain pawns in the bigger game of revenge he was slowly beginning to plan out…

But despite diplomats and other officials clamoring around him over rather petty matters throughout the evening and for his opinion on their petty personal feuds- Ardyn’s amber eyes always kept catching glances towards Arya.

 

In her human disguise, Arya stood shorter than him, the top of her head would easily meet his chin. A soft pair of rounded leopard ears and the long, thick and fluffy, tail- key identifier of her kind, idly thudded on the floor. She was fair skinned, with sharp green eyes, and a long curtain of black hair, which was tied in a simple braid and even that was decorated with silver barrettes for the occasion. And Ardyn’s eyes trailed across what she was wearing for the occasion.

Which was a beautiful black, sleeveless and strapless dress, with a shimmering sheen skirt, that, with the change of the light or turn of her body, revealed the faint outline of embroidered leaves… and thanks to the dress, it highlighted well her shapely front and ass.

 

By the cursed gods, it took every ounce of Ardyn’s will to not just take her away and ravish her at the very start of this boorish party…

Though before he could continue letting his mind wander- a soft thud against his chest got his attention from his sultry thoughts.

“Yes, my pet?” Ardyn hummed with mock innocence.

“I can tell what you’re thinking, Ardyn…” Arya chuffed out, though her ears twitched in annoyance in his choice of nickname for her in public, her green eyes meeting his ambers- Ardyn noting that there was a mischievous glint to them.

Ardyn’s own eyes narrowed a touch in desire, “Hm? What?” he teased her, earning another thud from her tail, this time a little lower down his middle instead of his chest.

“Don’t get smart on me, I’m getting tired of all this…” she subtly knocked her head towards the groups and groups of partygoers. All either enjoying conversation, gossip, or other news… Not exactly entertaining for her

 

Nor for him.

 

“Hmm…” Ardyn mockingly hummed in thought. He could stay, for the sake of petty decorum… But at the same time, he didn’t really need to be here. With that in mind, a familiar smirk crossed his lips, “Come with me?” he offered his gloved hands to Arya… and to his slight surprise, Arya eagerly set her hands in his.

 

It took him ducking them past a retaining curtain, a whirl and warp of teleportation magic, but it wasn’t long before the two were in their shared room- Arya’s typical assassin gear still strewn across the grand, king sized bed- but with a flick of Ardyn’s wrist, the bed was cleared just for them- Arya’s gear having been stored away for another day.

 

But before they could get things on in bed, Arya took the opportunity to just grab him by his coat and pull him down into a ravenously hot kiss. Their tongues battled for a moment, and Ardyn could have swore he saw some white sparks in his eyes already… Especially as Arya gently started to grind herself up against his leg.

After a moment, Ardyn finally broke the kiss, gently cupping her chin as he pulled her closer, “If I didn’t know better, I would say that this was a dream” he purred out. “And… How shall I prove to you that it’s not?” Arya hummed cheekily before letting out a soft moan as Ardyn gently rubbed right under her chin while his other hand moved to tug at the zipper on the back of her dress.

“I think you know exactly what ” Ardyn growled out heatedly, before resuming a more heated kiss between each other, letting Arya lace her arms around his neck as they kissed, playfully knocking his hat off and onto the floor, allowing him to free up his hands a touch.

And with them, he easily slipped the front of Arya’s dress off, freeing her sizable breasts from the dress along with her bra, Arya letting out a soft moan in the kiss as Ardyn gently gripped and squeezed them. Paying special attention to her nipples, he began to gently pinch and roll them, which got Arya’s tail to briefly, if comically, zoop out and puff, first in surprise and then pleasure, her moans muffled in their kiss.

 

Arya did her best to keep standing while he kissed and fondled her breasts, but with the way Ardyn’s calloused fingers were rolling and even pinching her nipples while also squeezing her breasts- the combination was making her slowly become weak in the knees, as an all too familiar heat started to grow and pool between her legs. As if sensing her growing want, Ardyn allowed Arya to sort of straddle herself upon his crooked leg, letting her grind her hips into him as he continued his motions.

 

Breaking the kiss and getting Arya’s dress off of her entirely, the article of clothing in question getting tossed off in some random corner of the room, Ardyn looked his love over with hunger in his amber eyes- though his admiration of her mostly naked body was swiftly broken when Arya started tugging at his evening suit. “I swear to the gods above, you wear too fucking much  at times” she growled heatedly all while still grinding herself on his leg.

 

“Mmh, as you well know by now, my love- it’s to keep the burn of the sun to a minimum” Ardyn reminded her blandly, though he threw Arya a bone by helping her get his admittedly pesky clothes off, especially his complex jacket and combination of dress vest and shirt. Though as he helped with one hand, cheekily, he used his more free hand to slip between her legs.

Arya gasped and moaned aloud as Ardyn's calloused fingers expertly rubbed her clit through the thin fabric of her silken panties, and it wasn't long before she was soaking through them by his actions alone.

“Oh, how long have you been wanting this, my dear sweet pet, Arya…~” Ardyn breathed teasingly into her soft ears, eliciting from her an interesting mix of a moan and a more animalistic snarl from her lips. “More than ever before, my night-fire…!” Arya managed, moaning as his fingers moved from just fondling her clit to her dripping vagina. “Must be the summer heat finally getting to you, Arya”, he teased out, voice becoming thick and gravelly with lust, all the while he dug his fingers through the soaked fabric to give her more of the friction she so clearly wanted.

 

And in one swift motion, Ardyn easily moved Arya, from her position of straddling his leg, to laying down on her back, on the bed, save for her legs. He was keeping them firmly on the edge of the bed, all while spread wide for Ardyn to see. And it wasn’t long before he was on his knees, between her legs, his mouth going to town upon her wanting vagina after a moment of admiration- all the while keeping a strong grip on Arya’s legs when she damn near crushed his head between her thighs. Arya, meanwhile, couldn’t help but arch and writhe in pleasure among the plush blankets of the bed, soon reaching down to grip handfuls of Ardyn’s maroon locks, as if her life depended on it, all while her moans echoed freely through the room.

Especially as Ardyn took a moment from licking the whole thing to focus on just her begging clit, licking, sucking, daring even to gently nibble on it. Such an action got Arya shaking and shivering, “Ard- hYN h, keep this up and I- hhmnh ! Can’t focus on this- Oh fuck…!” her sentence rapidly falling apart as Ardyn cheekily pushed in two calloused fingers, working to stretch and then scissor her while giving her clit all the attention it deserves. The near overwhelming sparks of pleasure were almost too much for Arya, and her vision was getting edged with a white aura as she felt the overwhelming tension just build… and build …!

 

But before she could be metaphorically pushed over that edge and to a blissful crashing orgasm, Ardyn suddenly pulled away, mouth off, fingers out, resulting in a frustrated snarl of desire coming out of Arya’s mouth as the glamor magic finally wore off, revealing her true form before her mate as he stood and sort of loomed above her. Reflecting the glamor that just wore off- Arya was the beautiful form of a feminine winter leopardis Mythic, now close to Ardyn’s height in this form, with a remarkably soft feline face, framed by that long, if slightly mussed up black hair. Fiery green eyes with a pattern of three dots under each eye, a darkish pink nose, long whiskers… and a short muzzle with sharp teeth and a near drooling rough tongue… and covering her entire muscular semi-feline body was the plushest of silvery rosette and spot covered fur- what sensitive flesh that wasn’t covered in fur was a beautiful dark gray color…

 

And she let out a frustrated snarl as she got comfortable on the bed with Ardyn’s guiding hands. “You bastard - why did you stop?!” Arya heatedly demanded with a sharp hiss, her long tail lashed in annoyance as she glowered at him, eyes gleaming with her fiery temper, though her anger was immediately softened when Ardyn gently cupped and fondled her chest again, earning him a breathy groan instead of complete anger.

“Patience, pet, I humored your desires… perhaps you can repay the favor before we fully enjoy each other tonight” Ardyn let out a light groan as Arya finally noticed, made him lean back into the bed, and dared to cup the stiffening bulge that was likely the source of all this growing tension in the air. “Tch, typical horny human male …!” Arya grumbled to herself, but decided to sit up a touch and give Ardyn a bit of a show of her own.

First shooing his hands away from undoing his pants, after unbuttoning it easily, she used her teeth to slowly , almost painfully, pull the zipper down- and before she pushed the his pants and undergarments down, she took her sweet time to dare use that rough tongue of hers to tease his hardening cock through the fabric. A bit of a smirk crossed the edge of her lips when she heard Ardyn’s low groans and a bit of familiar bitter-salt hitting her tongue as pre-cum started soaking the fabric. “Oh… Oh you minx…!” Ardyn growled out under his breath, but he knew the game they loved to play so very intimately by now: he toyed with her first, it was her turn to give him a taste of his own medicine, every drop of it.

 

“Careful, my fire, I may even get my teeth into the mix this time…~” Arya mockingly threatened as she fully freed Ardyn’s sizable and very hard length out from its confines, letting it rest against her chest, pre-cum dribbling out from it’s tip and onto her chest’s soft fur, staining it a touch, before giving a moment of thought as she maintained eye contact with Ardyn and enjoying the look of blissed relief on his face.

As much as she could spoil him with a titjob like previous nights before, Ardyn really ticked her off with that little stunt earlier. Teasingly she lapped up the tip with her tongue, keeping eye-contact for a moment as Ardyn let out a gasping moan. Good to know that he still wasn’t used to the sensation of her rough tongue after all these years that they knew each other. “Do try and control yourself, same your climax for when this is in me” she growled out, but didn’t bother to hear Ardyn’s answer as she easily took the whole of Ardyn’s length into her near maw of a mouth.

 

Fuck…!” Ardyn breathed aloud in surprise, letting his moans spill out freely as Arya’s rough tongue, which he knew was capable of stripping the most microscopic bits of flesh off of the bones of carcasses in the hunt, was now caressing his length in Arya’s warm and wet mouth. And he immediately snapped his head back and buried a part of his face among the plush pillows of their bed when she started to bob her head up and down on his length… In spite of himself, Ardyn dared to try and thrust into her face, only for Arya to pin his hips with her strong hands, her claws lightly digging into sensitive flesh as a warning- leave her to her work and endure it, the gesture said. “ Hoh … You, hff, really know how to make a man beg for mercy, my beloved- hah , huntress-!” he suddenly hissed out the last word as Arya teased the tip again with little laps of the tip of her tongue. “Who said I was in a merciful mood, Ardyn?” Arya asked rhetorically to him, but decided to give Ardyn a small break from her tongue in favor of just rubbing his cock within her hand, her other hand and arm still keeping his hips pinned, feeling his legs shake a touch.

 

“Fuck… Arya …!” Ardyn warned, only to bite back a frustrated moan as Arya suddenly squeezed the base of his cock, his body shaking a touch as an orgasm crashed through him. But no release… Not yet !

 

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The bed let out a protesting groan and creak as Ardyn tried to regain control of the situation. “Oh Arya , you’re playing a very dangerous game, tonight” Ardyn growled out as he moved so that he was once again above her. Amber eyes staring into glittering greens. “And whose fault was that?” Arya retorted with a chuffing purr up at him, before letting out a muffled moan as Ardyn kissed her again.

Their tongues briefly clashed together and ‘fought’ for dominance for a fleeting moment. “Mmh” Ardyn hummed before breaking the kiss, a small trail of spit hanging between them reflecting the glow of the evening city lights filtering in from outside, “Mmh… Touche… but I suspect you had more a bit of fun in denying me as much as I did you” he growled with a cheeky smirk before reaching down between her legs again, that smirk growing into a half grin at the obvious- that she was dripping with need, not to mention the arched back and near caterwaul of a moan.

 

“Fuck…” Arya huffed out, “Enough teasing, already, Ardyn, fuck me…!” she growled, “Or would you rather… breed me?” she wondered aloud, a heated blush, slightly obscured by her fur, colored her face a soft pink in the low light. Ardyn took a moment to mockingly think it over, “Hmmm… I suppose we can forgo the protection tonight” Ardyn said with a simple shrug at her request, he won’t deny though, Arya was really adorable when she got this way on some nights, especially after being away from each other due to their respective duties. Though he highly doubted that Anima’s sense of humor would really affect them…

 

Knock on wood .

 

Speaking of- Ardyn felt a familiar furry and muscular appendage teasingly brush up against his groin and very sensitive length.

“Ah-ah-ah!” Ardyn quickly, and playfully, batted away Arya’s cheeky tail from further teasing his sensitive flesh, “None of that, Arya”, but she had the right idea, he was getting tired of delaying the inevitable. And it wasn’t long before Ardyn lined himself up against her dripping, almost begging slit. And he pushed right in, only stopping when he fully bottomed out inside her.

Arya, meanwhile, clung to Ardyn’s back, claws digging into his tough skin as a moan of relief passed her lips, matching Ardyn’s own groan of pleasure. “I can never get enough of this…” Ardyn breathed, letting Arya testingly squeeze around his length. “This’s… this is good…” Arya breathed out, grinding a touch up against him as she got used to her mate’s length inside her, moaning as his dripping tip rubbed deeply against her cervical opening.

Something that didn’t escape her mate’s notice, “ Hoh … My my, you really are in the mood for me to put a cub in you… Maybe even an entire litter~” Ardyn teasingly breathed into Arya’s ear, all while his fingers gently trailed over the soft fur just above her vulva, her ears twitching adorably as the flush across her muzzle and face got darker at the gesture. “Hmn… Exactly, mhn, it's just a fantasy between the both of u- ah !!” Arya yelped adorably as Ardyn started to thrust into her with little warning, throwing her head back in a moan of pleasure.

 

Each thrust was calculated, especially as Ardyn carefully hiked one of Arya’s powerful legs up and over his shoulder to help in the angle of his thrusts, knowing well where to hit by now. And Arya was now completely at his mercy as his steady thrusts of his cock hit both her sweet spots and her sensitive cervical opening. Ardyn, meanwhile, was enjoying giving Arya exactly what she wanted tonight. All the while hissing at the slight sting of her claws starting to leave more than just marks down his back.

“Deeper… Deeper!” Arya begged out breathily, along with a little sob between moans, prompting Ardyn to gently catch her muzzle and lead into another deep kiss as he hiked her ass up with his other hand so that his thrusts went from slow to quicker, and deeper with each thrust, the result of which made Arya just cling to him, her tail wrapping around his waist, as if to ground herself through each wave of pleasure.

 

Arya all the while, nearly felt lost in ever increasing wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure as Ardyn fully started to pound into her in a makeshift pressing position, losing his tactical approach in favor of pure sexual passion for the both of them.

 

And then- white obscured her vision as Arya finally crashed down in that blissful orgasm she was so deliciously anticipating from the start. And Ardyn followed right after her, Arya’s ears catching the familiar near feral snarl as he came deep inside of her. Arya couldn’t help but let out rather pathetic sounding moans as she felt her womb get comfortably filled with cum, though that noise changed into that of protest when Ardyn moved to pull out.
“Oi… Oi! Stay inside this time, ass…” Arya managed to find her words, and their familiar biting tone, back, soon pulling Ardyn closer with the help of her powerful legs. “Hmhnp… Very well” Ardyn said exhaustedly, taking care not to just collapse atop of her while also complying with her request.

 

Ah, the things he does for love .

 

With some moving, the two were a tangle of limbs laying on their sides, facing each other. They could go for another round, maybe later, but for now, Arya was content to just nod off. Head on Ardyn’s chest, him gently rubbing her ears to help her nap off some of the exhaustion. “Rest, Arya, my love… Perhaps -*yawn*- another round when you wake up” Ardyn said in a gravelly, yet kind, hush. “Mmmh…” Arya let out a soft chuffing purr as she fully succumbed to the realm of dreams. Ardyn, meanwhile, decided to shut his eyes, not really to sleep entirely, but to enjoy the intimate quiet of tonight.


He had many plans to unleash absolute hells upon Mythos… But those can wait… Tonight he can just be himself, if for a moment.

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