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Vex felt Percy slip from her and gave an involuntary shudder at the cooling trickle of his seed down her thigh. He looked rather awkward about it and she kissed him, he was ridiculous sometimes, her Percy, ridiculous and wonderful. He kissed her back and she relished the weight of his long lean body covering hers, the warmth of him beneath her touch. His lips trailed down her throat, while his hand slid upwards, first caressing and then kneading at one of her favourite body parts.
“I imagine you’ve been wanting to get your hands on these for quite a while, darling.”
Percy made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat. “You have no idea.”
He lavished attention on her, lapping and squeezing, and then his lips wrapped around her nipple and a jolt of pleasure arced through her belly straight to her cunt, still deliciously tender in the aftermath of his enthusiasm. He suckled her into his mouth, stroking with his tongue and then letting her slip almost free before capturing her again. With his other hand he gently pinched and teased, and she shivered and gasped and then threw her head back and moaned. Vex almost didn’t know what to do with herself. She’d long suspected that Percy’s talents with his hands might extend beyond weaponsmithing, but this was overwhelming. She arched her back, desperately seeking friction, and her hands clutched at the sheets and then his shoulders and then twisted in his hair.
Percy froze and groaned, and she was worried she’d hurt him, but as he raised his head she saw the fine pink flush on his cheeks and the dazed grin and she grinned back, how marvellous, she was discovering all kinds of things about him. She wondered if he might be discovering them for the first time as well.
“Vex, that’s… oh” he murmured.
“Well I’ve always wanted the chance to really mess up your hair - Percy!”
Her voice shattered into breathless laughter as Percy bent again to his task. He scattered kisses across her breasts, hot breath on her nipples, her navel and then lower, stirring her curls. She arced up towards him again, but he needed little encouragement.
Vex lay back and luxuriated for a moment in the sight of Percy going to his knees before her. He settled himself on the floor at the end of the bed, face charmingly framed between her thighs. She could hear him breathing deeply, and she realised he was smelling her, and the thought sent a thrill down her spine.
After a long moment he gently parted her folds with his fingers before pressing his tongue inside her in an open mouthed kiss. It was sweet and intimate and left her a little breathless, and then Percy began to explore her. He used his mouth and his damnably clever fingers, watching her all the while, repeating the things that made her wriggle and moan, and suddenly she realised he was experimenting on her. The look on his face was similar to the one from his workshop, and while that idea was delightfully intriguing in its own right, it was entirely unbecoming for a man who was supposed to be devouring her like a ravenous beast.
“Can you taste yourself on me, Percival?” she asked sweetly, and the sound he made in response was low and so urgent it was almost wanton. The vibrations shivered through her flesh and she cried out. Percy used those big strong hands of his to lift her into his mouth so he could feast in earnest, and oh his lips and his tongue and oh yes, just there, just there…
“Your fingers, Percy, please,” she gasped, and he slid two deep inside her and by all that was fucking sacred she could feel the callus of his trigger finger grazing against her sweet spot, and that was what finished her. Her grip tightened in his hair as she fucked herself on his fingers and his face, and through her own spasms of pleasure she could feel more than hear him groaning again.
She shivered and settled, relishing the cool silk of the sheets against her back. When she had collected herself, she sat at the edge of the bed to look down at Percy.
There were many benefits to a slightly younger man, and one of them became apparent now as Percy gazed up at her through heavily lidded eyes with his erection already straining to touch the fine trail of white hair that led from his navel. His skin was flushed except for where he was scarred, lines and jags and little divots that were even paler than the rest of him. They all had scars, of course, but some of Percy’s were unnaturally straight or symmetrical, and she knew that those were signs of what he’d had to endure, rather than of foes he’d bested in battle. Her heart ached for him.
“You’re beautiful, darling.”
Percy’s head dipped, but he was smiling.
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
“That wonderful mouth.” She kissed him and rested her forehead against his. “I’d rather like to return the favour.”
Percy’s eyes widened, and he looked astonishingly innocent despite the traces of her slick still on his face.
“Vex..!”
“Shh…” she pressed her finger to his lips, then patted the end of the bed. “Sit here.”
His cock jumped as he obeyed her - another intriguing little trait of his to explore later - and she smirked up at him as she settled herself between his feet.
The view was certainly impressive. Humans were so lavishly endowed compared to other species. It was a surprising vulnerability, having it all out on display like that, but she considered it quite the opposite of a design flaw. Percy was delightfully girthy, a little curved, his pale skin shading to a deep red, taut and shiny like a plum. Her mouth watered.
Vex let him see the head of his cock framed by her lips, let him watch her play with her breasts, then wrapped her hands around his shaft and took him in her mouth. Percy made a strangled stuttering sound that she thought might have been a curse. His knuckles were white where he gripped the sheets at either side of her head, and she noticed he had gone to his toes, his right heel drumming furiously at the floor.
She worked him slowly, spreading her saliva mingled with his precum until her hand could glide across his skin. He tasted of salt and iron. “Vex’ahlia,” he murmured, “Vex’ahlia, Vex’ahlia, oh fuck,” before his voice trailed off into another helpless moan, and Vex felt a tingle of pride in knowing she had rendered her clever man entirely inarticulate. His breathing grew louder and more ragged, his hips beginning to twitch as his hands slipped into her hair, and she braced herself; but instead he very gently pulled her away.
Percy was beautifully, blissfully broken; his pupils blown and his jaw hanging slack, but his voice was sweet and sincere.
“I want you… I want us. Together,” he said.
“Darling…”
She placed her hand in the centre of his chest and pushed him gently backwards, following him until she was straddling his hips.
Her cry mingled with his as she lowered herself onto him in a single motion. She was wonderfully wet with slick and seed, and he felt so good and he filled her so well… she rode him, chasing her climax, in that exhilarating state where the pace and the angle left her light headed with pleasure, so she would slow to catch her breath and then move again, each time pushing her just a little closer than before to her peak…
Percy gasped and groaned, harsh little sounds that were almost pleading, and then all of a sudden he sat and embraced her. One hand cradled her head, and she could feel that damned callus again, caressing her scalp. The other held her hip, his thumb sliding across to find her centre and put pressure just where she needed it. She went from taking her pleasure to being given it freely, and it was somehow disconcerting, like missing a step. Percy moved with her and kissed her, and his eyes were locked on hers, those pale eyes like meltwater, the pools so clear that you didn’t realise how deep they were until you were drowning…
Vex clung to Percy as she fell, racked with pleasure and calling his name, almost sobbing as she felt his release inside her, his seed filling her. It was overwhelming but she couldn’t let go.
And then the tension suddenly left her and she tumbled to lie beside Percy in the crook of his arm, her pulse fluttering like a bird trying to escape. Percy’s heart beating in his chest felt solid like hammer blows. He had a look on his face that was both astonished and dazed. He smiled when he saw her watching and gave a happy sigh.
“Hello, dear,” he said.
“Hello,” she replied, feeling a smile rising to her own lips unbidden, and oh, no. “Percy, darling… I’m a little thirsty. How about that wine now?”
“Of course!” Percy rose to his feet, stretched and then padded to the sideboard. He was graceful somehow, moving the way he did when he was comfortable in his element; in his workshop or in a fight. “We might have to be terribly uncouth; I think I may have dropped the wine glasses earlier.”
“How utterly scandalous.” She took a deep breath. “Percy, what…” but her courage failed her as he turned, one eyebrow raised, “what would you have in your mansion, if you’d found the key first?”
“Better sheets for one.” He ran his finger distastefully across the bed, cautiously skirting the wet patch before leaning back against the headboard. “A higher thread count isn’t always better, typical nouveau riche… apart from that maybe a bigger workshop. And I’m quite keen to investigate the hot springs. Bottoms up.” He pulled the cork and handed her the bottle.
“Maybe next time,” she replied, and was gratified to see his eyebrows head towards his hairline. She took a swig and handed it back.
“What about you?”
She had hoped the wine might make talking easier, but that Courage failed her too.
“A penthouse suite for Trinket, I suppose.”
She drank again and placed the bottle on the bedside table, then curled onto her side, away from him. Percy tucked in behind her, arm around her waist and chin resting on her head as though he’d done it a thousand times before. He yawned, and she thought the wine and the exertion would probably make him sleep if he thought she was sleeping too, and it was so warm and good being held by him. It would be the easiest thing in the world to pretend, and then she could spend the night thinking about the bird in her chest in peace.
She gave a sigh and made herself relax against him. Percy hummed softly in response and pressed his lips into her hair. He reached across her to place his glasses next to the wine bottle.
“Vex’ahlia, you’re…” and then he was quiet for a long time, but eventually he spoke again. “…you’re Vex’ahlia,” he murmured in a tone that suggested he could think of no higher praise. After a little while she felt him settle, but Vex lay awake for a long time.
Later can always mean later, she thought, but when she awoke in the morning he was gone, and she told herself that perhaps that was for the best.