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Rook only had a moment to observe the now silent battlefield before Lucanis was in her space. He grabbed her by the chin to tilt her head side to side, his eyes furiously raking over her from head to toe.
“Are you hurt, mi amor?”
“It was just a couple darkspawn. I'm fine,” she reassured him.
“Six, Rook. It was six darkspawn and an ogre. And they were completely focused on you as they always are. It only takes one moment, one mistake.”
He sat her on top of a nearby boulder and began to work at the clasps of her casual Crows’ kit. She didn't normally wear the blue bodysuit outside The Lighthouse, but she'd just cleaned out this portion of Arlathan a few days ago. She didn’t anticipate needing her full armor for today.
She let out a deep breath as she mentally said goodbye to the romantic, beachside picnic they had been on their way to. Because the ogre had gotten a hit in. Just the one. But her ribs were probably a black and blue mess, and Lucanis was going to turn into a mother hen about it. Nothing a sip of healing tonic wouldn’t cure, but he never much cared when it came to her safety.
“That is… not fine, Rook,” he said lowly when he finally peeled the blue material wide open. It looked exactly how she expected it to. “Drink this, now.”
She knocked back the potion and shuddered. Damn things always tasted vile. Within moments the color leached away, her skin returning to its usual tan hue. It was also a little easier to breathe.
“We can keep going,” she tried. “It’s only a few more minutes to the beach.”
“Absolutely not. You need to rest.”
“Lucanis, I’m fine. I do this almost every day. I barely even break a sweat on those little darkspawn anymore. I’ve forgotten the last time they got a hit on me.”
“Then by your own admission, you were struck by an ogre ,” he overemphasized the syllables. “You cannot… you cannot play lightly with your own safety. Come,” he stepped back and held out a hand. She accepted it as she hopped to her feet. When she went to fix her clothes, he batted her hands away.
He pulled her to him, turning her in the movement so her back was to his chest. An arm snaked around her waist until his fingers slipped beneath the fabric to caress the undersides of her breast. She shivered as the warm air of his breath danced down her neck. His beard rasped her now very responsive flesh while he whispered huskily in her ear, “You apparently need a reminder of why you need to come home in one piece. Allow me to give you one.”
Rook no longer missed her picnic. This would be so much better.
With a firm hand at the small of her back, Lucanis led her into the nearby alcove where an Evanuris statue stared haughtily over the landscape. Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip. While she no longer trusted in the ancient legends of her gods or even of their goodness, there was still something decidedly wicked and scintillating about desecrating an idol her people had held sacred for millennia.
Lucanis crowded her until her back hit the wall. His normally dark brown eyes were almost entirely black. Only a faint rim of the warm color remained at the outer edges. The rest of his face was deadly calm. Rook swallowed back a mouthful of saliva. He’d barely even touched her, but the anticipation was just as arousing.
He placed a hand on the wall beside her head. He used the other to caress her cheek. Rook couldn’t stop her eyes from drifting shut to savor the sensation. Two fingers continued to trail down her neck, her cleavage.
“Take off your belt,” he commanded as those fingertips danced along the curves of her breasts. They leisurely brushed against nipples that pebbled beneath his touch. Her fingers shook as she fumbled to unbuckle the thick tool belt. It fell to the dirt with a soft thud. “The bodysuit next, mi amorcito.”
His second arm came up to cage her into place. The forest air was cool against her heated skin as she stripped to nothing but the lacy thong she’d very carefully selected for this afternoon. He grunted his appreciation of the view as he leered down at her.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he praised her before he finally took her mouth with his. He captured the back of her head to hold her in place as he devoured her. Rook moaned at the passion of his touch. But as quickly as the kiss began, it ended.
Her mewl of displeasure at the loss turned into a sharp gasp as he turned her by her hips, coming in close to cover her body with his. He allowed his palms to wander across her stomach, her breasts, her neck. The parts of her he couldn't reach with his hands, he devoured with his mouth instead. Her neck would be a mess of bruises left behind by teeth and tongue.
She reached back to grab his hair, desperate to find support. Her knees felt weak. As if sensing her instability, he grasped her wrists to pin her hands against the wall.
“These stay here,” he informed her even as he pulled her hips backwards. The adjustment angled her torso and left her breasts to dangle beneath her. The weight was heavy and shifted continuously as he manipulated her body to his satisfaction. He used his boot to nudge her bare feet apart.
She knew every inch of herself was on display. He played with the seams of the thong, traced them several times over. He brought his fingertips closer and closer to her aching cunt, but he did not give her the gratification of a touch. It was lewd. It was intoxicating.
“Wait right here,” he said, pressing a firm kiss to her temple. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
Rook could have cried as his warmth disappeared. She bit her lip and tensed her arms as she held them up where he wanted them. There was the sound of fabric ripping from out in the field behind her and then that of his dagger slipping back into its sheath. She did not hear his footsteps as he returned. He was too skilled an assassin for that.
She wasn’t sure he had returned until she felt the telltale breeze of something being laid out on the ground.
“So perfect, chula,” he hummed in approval. “You doing so well. I need you to turn around now.”
The muscles in her arms were happy to relax as she looked to see what he had done. The picnic blanket she had brought had been cut in half, the remaining piece spread out on the ground in front of him. He’d also removed the outer layers of his own armor.
Lucanis stood before her with his dress shirt open to his mid chest. His trousers also lingered but did nothing to hide the aching erection trapped within. He had loosened the laces just enough to give it space. He watched her face intently as he worked them open and drew out his cock.
A single crooked finger beckoned her closer. When she stood toe to toe with him, he kissed her once, tasting her deeply. Then he whispered, “Kneel.” She eagerly sank to her knees before him. He cupped either side of her head and guided her lips to his cock. It was thick and veiny and felt like silk on her tongue.
He slowly pumped his hips once, twice, three times and ran a thumb across her cheekbone. When she looked up at his face, he raised an eyebrow to silently ask permission. She answered by dropping her jaw and sliding further onto his dick. She shifted her torso and head alignment slightly until he slid into her throat. That was when she squeezed his hip and held her own body completely still.
He groaned, tilting his head back to the sky as his hips began their movement. He added speed with every thrust, but kept check of his depth by cupping the sides of her head. Rook let him take his pleasure, focusing on controlling her own breathing and gag reflex. Tears began to run down her face. Gentle hands occasionally brushed them away even as he ruthlessly used her mouth.
“Fucking Maker,” he grunted as he stilled. His cock pulsed on her tongue, hardening further as he attempted to stave off his orgasm. His fingers flexed where they were buried in her hair.
Rook didn't breathe. There was nowhere for the air to go. She eased herself forward until her nose nestled against his groin. He cursed as she massaged his flesh with the limited proddings of her tongue, trapped as it was beneath his cock.
A particularly strong and unexpected twitch had her gagging, and he pulled out quickly. He joined her on his knees so he could kiss her senseless. He touched every inch of her he could reach. When he finally had to back off to breath himself, he tapped his forehead to hers.
“Fuck, I love you,” he said with a winded voice. He peppered her face with as many pecks as he could. A bead of sweat began to roll down from her temple, and Rook shivered as he licked it away. The drag of his tongue sent waves of need and lust through her, far more than she could have anticipated at the simple action. She wondered if he'd do it again.
“On your hands and knees. Face the wall,” he ordered against her lips.
“Yes, sir,” she said in as sultry a tone as she could. He smirked, and traced the bow of her mouth with his thumb. She took a chance, biting the tip of the appendage instead of moving immediately. He chuckled darkly and tapped her nose.
“Careful, mi amor. You may find yourself walking that fine line you seem so fond of. I don't want to have to punish you.”
“I thought you already were,” she purred and leaned in to kiss him again. He allowed it a moment, their tongues taking greedy turns at mapping the other's mouth, before he tugged her back by her hair.
“Trust me, you'd know, chula.” He pinched her nipple, twisting it lightly as an example. He knew she was extremely sensitive there, and the combination of pain and pleasure he could bring through the tender peaks made it one of his favorite places to focus. “This is a lesson. A reminder of what you will be missing the next time you are dismissive of your health. I cannot worship you properly if you are injured. Now, be a good girl, and do as I ask.”
He slapped her ass and sat back on his heels, one finger spinning in circles. She bit her lip and twisted around as he'd requested.
“Exquisite, thank you.” He massaged the flesh the new position exposed to him, starting with her ass and thighs. Lucanis may not have been a mage, but surely his hands possessed some kind of magic. Her head spun as she sank under the pleasure only he had ever brought out in her.
She groaned when he pushed the lingering lace aside to slip a finger inside her. She was so swollen and wet that even just the one felt like relief. “Lucanis, please,” she begged. She didn't even know what she was asking for. More fingers, his mouth, to be filled with his cock instead… anything would do so long as it took her higher.
Delicate kisses trailed up her spine, echoed by his other hand. Then he pressed between her shoulder blades. “Down. Yes, very good,” he cooed as her chest hit the blanket. He kissed his appreciation into her skin, his beard setting her skin ablaze as it tickled and scratched in equal measure.
When he once again leveled his face with her backside, she shuddered in anticipation. It seemed his answer was to be his mouth. He lifted her hips slightly higher before his teeth sank into the meat of her ass. She loved it when he bit her.
She choked on a shout that turned to half a sob as the finger he'd been pumping within her withdrew entirely.
“Lucanis!” she cried. His name was the only word she still knew.
“Yes?” He hummed into the core of her. He inhaled deeply, his nose drawing a path from her clit to her ass. She tried to think of words as his tongue teased her folds.
“Please fuck me.”
“Soon, mi amorcito. But I'm just getting started with my lesson. I want you to remember this feeling, this want, this need, the next time you are hurt in a fight. If you try to lie to me about it again, I will bring you to this point, tie you to our bed, and I will leave you there while I eat my dinner. I may even pleasure myself when I am finished, or maybe I will take my release from your mouth like a few moments ago.” A few moments? It felt an age ago.
But Lucanis was still continuing, his words pouring over her like liquid chocolate, thick, sweet, rich. “Only then, if you have found true regret for your disregard, will you be allowed to have your release. But it won't be on my cock or fingers. You will come riding my thigh or not at all. Do you understand me?”
She nodded her head rapidly. He slapped her ass three times over the same spot, the sting building with every sharp strike. He waited until she relaxed back down to her elbows to speak again. “Use your words, please.”
“Yes, sir,” she forced her voice to life. “I promise I won't hide my injuries again, sir.”
“No, you won't,” he agreed silkily. “That's good. Let me take care of you.” He tenderly rubbed the sting out of the reddened flesh first with hands and then tongue. Rook was grateful she was already on her elbows so she didn't collapse under the onslaught of his attentions.
He captured her clit between his lips, suckling it as he might her nipples. It nearly overwhelmed her, the pressure immense on such a sensitive part of her. She buried her cries into her arms as he released the now extremely tender peak. But he didn't give it a moment of quarter for he merely replaced his lips with fingertips, drawing circles around it, pinching it to watch her quiver before him.
“So beautiful, chula.” He sealed the words with a kiss to her back. “I could watch you come undone for hours. But I think you have learned your lesson, no?”
He completely paused his ministrations while she mumbled out a weak, “yes, sir.”
“Very good. What would you like as your reward for being such a good student: to come by continuing as we are or by clenching around my cock?”
She exhaled in relief. “Your cock, please.”
His laugh was full of self satisfaction. “Of course. Roll on to your back. I’d like to see your face as you come.”
Her cheeks flushed red. The coolness of the ground seeped through the thin blanket, a soothing balm to her heated skin. He leaned over her body as he dragged the head of his cock through the slick folds. She gasped, and he took advantage to recapture her mouth. As his tongue entered her, so too did his cock.
Her face screwed up in pleasure as she clutched the front seams of his shirt. She clung to it with such strength that she feared distorting the delicate fabric. But fuck, she'd just buy him a new one the next time they returned to Antiva.
Lucanis maintained a relentless pace, taking everything she could possibly give in that moment. Her body gripped his cock so tightly that she could feel the ridge of his cockhead dragging through the slick heat of her with every thrust.
Rook couldn't last much longer. She leaned up on one elbow and wrapped the other around his shoulders. Her forehead burrowed into the crook of his neck as she panted against his skin, moaning his name when he hit just the right spot. His fingers dug into her hip.
“That's it, Rook. Give it to me. Give me your pleasure. You're so pretty begging for my cock to fill you. As gorgeous as you were when you were killing that ogre.”
His lips pressed into whichever part of her head they could reach. “It was a thing of beauty, chula. The fire in your eyes, the confidence of your movements. You are a master assassin, mi amor. My cock was hard for watching you. I could not sit through an entire meal waiting to touch you.”
She bit his collar bone, desperate to anchor herself. He pulled her upwards into his lap. “Such a good girl, Rook, and good girls come on their lover's cock, yes?” He used his grip on her ass to help her bounce atop him.
He didn't begrudge her the head nod this time. He brought a thumb between them to brush against her clit. “Then be a good girl and come,” he whispered into her ear.
Rook screamed silently as the orgasm tore through her. Lucanis grunted harshly as she tightened almost so completely around him, he nearly slipped out of her. He had to jolt his hips to keep the angle. Wave after wave washed over her. She thought it lasted nearly a minute before her body became loose and compliant in his arms.
His cock throbbed dully inside her as she kissed his sternum. “Did you come?” she asked sleepily.
“How could I not?” he grinned and covered her face with happy kisses. “Lay down, chula. I'll find a clean piece of the blanket to wipe you down.”
“Cuddles first,” she demanded. But then she wrinkled her nose as he slipped from inside her and his spend trickled from her body. It was enough to change her mind. She waved a hand at the general direction of the field. “There's napkins and water in the basket. We can cuddle in a minute.”
“Of course. I'll be right back.” She grabbed his hand before he got away and pulled him back in for another kiss.
“Love you,” she said softly.
“And I, you.”
She watched his ass as he walked into the clearing. Her man was hotter than a rage demon's fire, and he knew how to give her the best damn dick of her life. She was already thinking of ways to get him to do it again.
She eyed the statue. “It's okay. You can be jealous.”