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You are cornered.
The great Warrior of the Light and Darkness, Savior of the Shard, the Dragon Slayer, she who terrify the Primal and countless Ascians, is cornered in her own room, feeling the pressure of the aether from a intruder with every tiny bit of her skin.
You try to calm down and catch your breath, but it is particularly difficult while he has his hand on your chin, with just the right amount of force so that you can not look away from his eyes and yet it does not hurt you.
At least not physically.
It is very hard, to calm the fuck down, when Raha is corning you with every part of his body and aether, when the whole crystal tower is echoing with his anger, his heartbeat, and his desire. The entire ancient Allagan relic trembles with the power of its owner, its emperor.
“Say the word, O’ Warrior of Darkness.” His voice far lower than his usual self, boundary on whisper and prayer, yet there is something darker, something that ignites a fire within you, something that you both want for so long, “say that this is not what you want, and use your power to stop me. I know you can, if you really hate this, if you really hate me.”
His thumb goes so close to your lip, eyes locked into your own with a heartbreaking depth of affection and eager, and yet dare not cross the line.
This man, you think to yourself, is going to be the death of your entire being.
You shiver, under fear or excitement, you do not know. For it is far beyond your darkest daydream to have him lose every ounce of control he seems to possess, a self-control, which you once doubted there is an endless amount. Now that he has abandoned his constraint, he seems a different person, far more dangerous, pupils dilated and claws ready, a predator at the throat of his prey.
But you did not move, not an inch, while he lowers his head and kisses on your neck. His fang touches your neck at its weakest point where you know if he so long as presses his mouth close, he could literally kill you by breaking your veins and suck the blood out of you, like a lion could, and still, you did not move.
“My lady,” he continues, urges you to say something, “this, will be your last chance to reject.”
“For I will not be able to stop, once I start,” His own words seem to bring great pain to himself, as he kept his crimson Allagan eyes away from your sight and fist clenches against the wall that is behind your back, “even if you beg me to.”
You know that he meant it when he said it.
You know that this is hardly the best time to figure out whatever this is, that is between you and him. You have shared too many memories together, there is pain, betrayal, lies, regret, and there is three hundred years of longing and two worlds upon your shoulder.
This desire is hardly anything comparing to what you have both gone through, and yet this is at the same time too much.
You know that it might be better, if you could first tell him how you really feel and that the kiss you shared before he entered the tower, a year ago for you and centuries ago for him, meant everything to you. You want to stop him right here and then and confess your feelings before you continue to the next step before you drown yourself in this endless ocean of desire.
However, with his eyes locking on you, oh his crimson eyes, you find there is no resist in you to stop this, to stop him from taking you.
For you mayhap secretly longed for this, for him to lose himself in chasing his desire, long since you first met him as the Exarch. For you mayhap happily live with the fact that the leader of Crystarium, the strong, powerful, and honorable crystal Exarch, is just a weak man when he is facing you. For you may have wished long ago to give yourself entirely to him, longer than you care to admit.
So, you keep your mouth shut and you oblige, to this sweet, sweet nightmare that you created together, when he starts moving again.
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This all started with another Miqo’te entered your room.
When you opened the door and found Lue-Reeq outside, you are hardly surprised. Judged by this man’s endeavor, it is only natural that he wants to pay you a visit after all that had just happened.
“Make yourself home.” You turned to let him into the room and watched him stop right at the gate.
The young Miqo’te seemed hesitated at first, though you know not the reason. He stood at the door for quite a while and froze for a second, like he was fighting some invisible monster.
You almost want to ask what is wrong before he finally take in a breath and put his foot into the room, with no small amount of courage it seems.
Before you jest if there is an invisible monster in the room, he started talking, looking directly into your eyes, “I had come to dine at the Wandering Stairs, you see, when I spied a considerable gathering of the locals. Then the sky caught fire, and well…”
His face turns into a serious tone, “You must know what it all means. Anything you’d care to share with a friend?”
You sighed, nodded, and lead him to your table, where the fruits the Exarch has so nicely picked for you is in a bucket. He followed your steps and sit across from you at the table, while listening carefully about every word that you have to say.
After the necessary explanation, Lue Reeq sighed and picked up an apple from the basket, which he sniffed and frowned at first and then bite on it, a little too much forceful if you are not wrong, but you thought this was due to the nature of the story that you have just told him.
“This is alarming, to say the least.” He chewed on the apple and continued, “It’s all well and good that the others have come to appreciate the Warrior of Light again, but we cannot allow this charlatan to exploit their legacy, so…”
Before he gave you a chance to react, he thumped the table, “Yes! Why not? We should reform the indomitable duo that is Reeq and Warrior of Light, and put an end to his shenanigans!”
You sit there, amused, and shocked by his reaction.
He reminds you of a particular Miqo’te who had the same courage and also a bard. It was a little more than a year ago for you when that passionate young Miqo’te stole a kiss from you and locked himself in a crystal tower, where he is determined to keep his promise of saving the world.
And he did, he saved a world in order to save you.
Your heart hurts with that feeling.
There are too many things not said and done by the time he pulled you in for one last kiss. It hurts so much just to think about those Allagan eyes and how he looked back from his shoulder at you.
And it comforts you at the same time when you laid your eye on Lue Reeq, to find that same young and naïve passion you once found in G’raha Tia, the Exarch.
It must have shown on your face, for when you smiled, you found Lue Reeq staring at you and you tried to collect your thoughts and temporarily forgo the bittersweet memory you had about that man.
Finally, you just smiled and said, “That’s very kind of you.”
You tried to come up with some excuses to not hurt his confidence, because even though you enjoyed his company, you find the matter at hands are better resolved with the Scions and another particular Miqo’te you have in mind then with him, but before you continue, he reacted.
His ear drops and his face is visibly a little disappointed, “Yes, I know. No need to say it. You have no intention of involving me. I am stupid, but I’m not naïve.”
Lue Reeq picked up the apple from the table once again and walked towards the door of your chamber. He was showing his back, so you hardly know what is on his face, but there is determination in his voice, “You are the better hunter, and the better person besides. I am reminded of Renda-Rae……though it’s hardly a surprise, is it?”
“For her sake, for all of theirs, show this pretender what it truly means to be a hero!” Lue Reeq urges as he turned towards you and smile when you nodded.
He started to walk towards the door, and just ask you think he was going to go, he turned around once more and facing towards you.
You looked at him in confusion and found there is this determination on his face where it turned to be a sort of embarrassment and then somehow, he summoned enough courage to speak as he walked towards you, “And one more thing…”
“Yes?” you looked at his direction in wonder, as he slowly approached you, you can see the knock in his throat moved before he stepped closer.
“Do you…happened to be in any relationship…? If you catch what I mean?” His voice is trembling, but his step is steady as they will ever be.
“Not that I recall, no.” You jested, “Apparently warrior of the light is a dangerous job and I just, you know… don’t want to get too attached.”
You said to him, knowing that you are lying. The fact is burning within you, for there is a someone, who you can never be with. Not that you don’t want him, but the friendship is just too valuable for you to ruin and with the Scions’ life at risk, you cannot allow yourself to even think about the possibility.
For if you lose him again after you have him in your arms, you will be no more.
You will not have the strength to come back from that, not again.
While you are lost in your own thoughts, Lue Reeq has stepped closer to you.
In fact, he has stepped far too close now for you to feel comfortable.
“Good, then maybe you could… give a try?” Before you realize, he made a move, and grasped your wrist.
You tried to step back but was stopped by his arm on your shoulder, you almost tried to throw him away but kept your wit as you are sure whatever he has on his mind, he did not intend to, nor that he would be able to, hurt you.
So, you just stood there in utter confusion as Lue Reeq finally summoned his courage and stepped forward eyes closed.
Suddenly, you realized what he is trying to do.
For all there is good in this world, he is trying to kiss you!
And somehow in that weird moment, you remembered your first kiss with G’raha. The position, the sudden move, and how you have enjoyed every part of his lips and tongues.
Do all Miqo’te tend to kiss people out of surprise?
However sweet a friend Lue Reeq is to you, you have never felt anything more than a friend for him and thus you turned your face in just the right direction to avoid the awkward and stepped away from him, which allowed his lips to fall not on your lips but cheeks.
It all happened too quick and once they are there, you stepped further away, easily away from his grasp.
Lue Reeq looked nothing but hurt and yet there is also a weird relief in his eyes, as he starts to apologize, “I am sorry, I don’t know what has gotten into my mind, mayhap the apples…” he murmurs an excuse and tried to explain, “I did not mean to … I don’t want this to hurt our friendship in anyway, I thought you are…”
His face is utterly red, and he looks like that he wants to kill himself or find a hole to dig into at the point.
You tried to calm him down and let him know that everything will be okay by petting his shoulder lightly and urge him to sit once more and he followed.
“There is nothing to apologize for,” you quietly smiled at him like an elder sister, “Twas just a friendly kiss on my cheek and nothing more. We will be friends as always. I appreciate your feelings, I do. It’s just, I have a particular someone that I have in mind, and I……could not quite forget about him.”
There is pain in your voice when you tried to explain to him, and he stood there listened carefully to you.
“Well, why don’t you make a move then?” He asked, too focused on your voice and the content that for a moment he seems to forget about his own feeling, looking quite confused, “I am sure no one will say no to the Warrior of Darkness, not you.”
“Maybe not to the Warrior of Darkness,” you smiled with no small amount of pain, “but I am…sometimes I just, do not want to be the Warrior. I don’t know whether he would accept me. I am sorry; this should be about you and I am just… I got overwhelmed. I promise you our friendship will be as ever.”
Lue Reeq smiled as he listened to your words and nodded, “I feel lucky enough to have the chance to listening to your problem. I promise you that whoever that person is, he is the luckiest person on this shard, and he will not say no to you, not because you are the warrior, but you are much more than that.”
You smiled back and expressed your gratitude for having someone to listen to your thoughts. You would not dare to bother the Scions with such thoughts, for they already have so much on their mind. Well maybe except for Allisae, that wonderful woman.
You reached your arms and just give him a little pet on his head like you would to your younger brother, with which he gladly obliged and smiled back. With a couple small talks, he seemed his usual self again, and you cannot help but feel happy for him, as you are sure Lue Reeq will be happy in no time soon with the right person.
This is just a young, naïve crush for some hero fantasy.
But as for yourself, your own crush has not ended yet, not that you would call it a naïve crush anymore.
It is your secret fear that what you and G’raha had back then, was nothing but a young naïve crush over each other. Even if you know for you it was more than that, but for him, maybe it was out of the moment and it was already wore down in all those years.
Surely, surely he has met someone worthy of his attention in all those years and yours just a long forgotten moment in his young and naïve years.
As the conversation goes on, Lue Reeq is about to leave and once again you see him to his leave, but he turned yet again, and looking back at you, “One more thing…”
“Want to repeat again?” You jest pointedly, “not that I hate to pet your head you know.”
“No, not that,” His face turned red, and he nervously laughed for a moment before he looked directly into your direction, nothing more than a friendly smile on his face, “this might be out of my place to ask, but…is your someone, happened to be a Mystel?”
You turned, alert, and very soon realized that your expression has already given the answer away. You sighed and asked, “How do you know? I never mentioned that now, have I?”
“Well, if that is the case…” Lue Reeq smiled with no small amount of mischief in his eyes, “If that is true, then I am sure you have nothing to worry about, to say the least.”
He waved his hands and leave with that boyish smile on his face like your younger brother who has just committed a prank.
You stood there as he took his leave, amused and confused by his words, but nonetheless feel happier and more determined.
You will do everything that you can to stop Elidbus from hurting all the ones that you love, and from hurting himself, as you have promised to Hades.
You turned to the night sky and realized it was now dinner time, the stars shine brightly in the sky, as they once were for the night sky of Mor Dhona.
For a moment, you are lost in the beauty of those stars and how many secrets they have carried over the time until you heard a quick knock on the door.
You turned around and full with the thoughts of how there’s been to many visitors for your like for a single day, but the thought quickly gone away when you opened the door and found Raha’s face outside of the door.
His face lit up when he found that you are in the room, “Ah my friend, I was hoping you are going to feel hungry.”
“Indeed, I am,” You happily lead him into the room, with a cheerful voice, “I was about to visit the market to see if I can find anything good, maybe a sandwich?”
You have shared dinner several times ever since you know his identity. Even though not a line was crossed other than friendly chat and talks, you still cherish every moment that you have with him.
Usually, he will bring food to you, or you go to find him in the Ocular and he will bring you to the market to dine with you. You got quite used to the routine.
Well, except for Alisae’s teases about how is this different from a date.
It’s missing the most important part; you think to yourself.
“Well, you cannot find anything better than what I have here,” he smiled confidently, “special recipe from the Exarch himself.”
You laughed with him as he past by you, shoulder rubbed into yours and suddenly he froze.
He stood there for possibly longer than a minute and completely still, not moving a finger.
“What? Too afraid to be judged now, are we?” You teased as you sit yourself at the table and watched him stood there in silence.
He frowned and there is a certain thing changed in him, but he managed to swallow it down and make his way to the table and set the food he brought with him on the table, while he sits across from you on the same spot where Lue Reeq sits previously.
There is something that is changing in the Exarch, and you could not tell, but he managed to squeeze a smile and urges you to taste his sandwiches, “Now my lady, if you will be so kind to give your chef a comment on his work.”
You are too relaxed around him to notice the difference in his voice as he changed his pose and approached you on the same side of the table. Instead, you eagerly picked up a sandwich and opened your mouth to give a full bite, and hummed in approval, to which he smiled in return.
You ravenously swallow two of the sandwiches he brought and finally full enough to stop and give your comments, “I think whoever made these deserve to be the best chef on the shard.”
To which the Exarch now only slightly nods, his muscle tensed up as he sits next to you, you can see his face tensed up even under the compliments which would have made him blush.
“I am glad to hear that you like them,” he cleared his throat, “now, if you excuse me, I have some errands I need to tend to.”
The unease feeling comes back, you meant to ask the first time he stopped, but you let it slip as you do not want to presume you are in a position to ask, if it was something too personal. And yet, his expression, there is something there tells you that this has something to do with you.
“G’raha, is everything okay?” you gently asked, reaching your arm and try to see if he could use a pet on the back, you would not dare to touch him more than that, as you are not sure if that were what he would want. But he avoided your touch with a skillful turn, leaving your hand in the air.
“Yes, yes, it’s just somethings I suddenly forgot, and I had to catch up-” his voice trying to hide something, and his tail brushed rapidly behind, you can tell that this is a lie.
“But you seemed perfectly happy until you entered this room minutes ago, why are you in such a hurry to leave all at once?”
The Exarch froze once again.
You can see his throat moving like he needs a glass of water, and he managed to spit out a word or two to distract your attention to his face, “I am okay. More than fine.”
You conceded, not want to press him too much, “Okay, so stay with me for a little longer?”
To your surprise, he laughed and smiled bitterly, “No, I do not presume that to be necessary, not that when you already…”
“Already what?”
You are irritated by his words to say the least. Y’shotle has her right, all riddles and half-truth, this man truly is unreasonable.
Raha turned to you, his eyes shut in agony, and you can tell from his face that he is hiding things from you again, and you almost moan at the point there.
He chases your eyes with an emotion that you could hardly tell, for he has never ever looked at you in this way before. There was a stillness in the air and for a moment, you thought he was going to say something, explain what is going on.
And yet, he avoided the question and stood up, preparing to leave, “Nothing, please forget my rudeness my friend, I will leave you to your night.”
As he turns, you observed his expression, there are these delicate emotions on his face that you could hardly tell. But you are never the ones to avoid problems, so you pressed again, “what is it? G’raha, what are you thinking?”
“Just tell me, and I will do anything for you,” you chased after him to the door, slightly pressed your hands to his shoulder, dare not touching him more than what a friend should. You cherish the friendship too much to break it and you just cannot risk losing him once more, even though you know you want much more than that.
“Anything, as long as I can.”
He stood there after hearing your words, and for a second, you can tell his was mad.
He has never been so angry before, not even when he was facing the Ascians, and the tower trembles that moment with his wrath. But he is so good at controlling himself, after all, this is what he has been doing for centuries and so he stopped and sighed before he turned to you, murmuring,
“Anything?”
And he laughs hysterically.
“Anything, she says.” Raha looked at you with a tense emotion on his face that you never seen on him once. Like he has gone beyond his control and has lost his sanity.
“Liar.”
He growled.
“I beg your pardon?”
He approached close, with his crystal hand on the side of the wall behind where you stand, your instinct yells at you, telling you to run, to hide, away from him, for there is a danger you can sense even with his tender movement. His face cold like ice and yet his breath on your face hot as ever been.
Raha narrows his eyes and those crimson eyes like rubies followed you, with his every movement, you soon realized you are cornered, and he is far too close.
With this range, even someone like you, whose nose is useless can smell his scent, his strong, pure masculine scent that lingers on his robe and intoxicating as it will ever be.
He is far closer than Lue Reeq ever was, and yet there is not a single cell of your body wants to move away. No, on the contrary, the only thing you can think about is how you want to give in, to these crimson, blood lusting eyes.
“Do you mean, every word, that you have just said, my friend?” His voice low and rich, like an aged wine, which is to make your head spin and you can hardly think when you nod franticly to every stop of his words, “that you would do anything, for me?”
You look up at him, cornered as you are, you can feel that your knees are weak from the pure desire and heat you can feel from his body and your own core. How could he be so harsh and yet so warm, at the same time?
Oh, how you wish to taste the heat, the sweet, sweet scent of him.
“Anything, as I said.”
“Even if, this is the utterly irreplicable daydream that an old fool had in his centuries of nightmares and horrible abyss?” his voice light as a feather, you could hardly hear his words and even so, you nodded like you are making a deal with a devil, stepping into the unavoidable ruin of both of you.
His look when he saw your approval was frantic, painful as he frowns and laughs at the same time, “and by that, you have driven me crazy, heartless woman.” His voice ragged, if his voice has not told you as much, then his eyes surely did, as he chased ever closer to your own, with those heartbreaking love and desire.
“Do you even, know what I want?” He pressed his lips together, licking his lower lip like an animal thrust for blood, hungry like a lion looking for a sheep.
“Anything.”
He broke.
His growl on your skin never feels better, and he completely cornered you on the wall with both of his strong arms, his scent overwhelmingly good.
“Good,”
“Then let’s get that cat’s smell off from you first.”
It is your turn to break.
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And there you are, found yourself cornered between the wall and a hot, needy Raha.
He moves before you can gasp, the silence from you is the best music he has dreamed of as he laces his lips on your own, yearning, praying for you to accept.
It only took a second before you open your mouth, and suck on his deliciously lips.
And he is completely undone.
At that moment, G’raha Tia, the crystal Exarch, lose every ounce of his self-control that he has ever possessed, and he doubted that he has ever possessed such a thing, for everything in his mind is yelling at him, telling him to take her, take her and make her his.
Her scent, and that Miqo’te scent on her is unbearable and he must make things right.
His fang poked her tongue as he feels her shiver under him, and yet, he could not stop.
For all there is good in this shard, all the gods out there whose name he could remember, there is no going back for him. He is going straight to hell after this.
But he will not stop, he will not stop even if she begs him to, even if she hates him after this.
For far too long has he waited, and far too long has he dreamed about this moment.
G’raha attacks.
The moment you found yourself completely, utterly undone by his lips and fangs and his scent on your not so well nose. Overwhelming is the only feeling other than the heat comes from deep within your core, you are immediately wet.
Unconsciously and instinctively, you wrap your leg around his waist and whined.
And he can smell your scent and he growled into your lips as his tongue moves on every part of your mouth, hands tearing apart your tunic and sleep wear.
The sound of the destroy of fabrics has something to it that makes you moan. Your back against the wall as he lifts you up with his arm, hands on your hips as he squeezed. The strength to which you know is going to leave a mark and you are going to be grateful for the mark as he moves his tongue to your neck and bites.
The fangs suck deep into your throat that you think would draw blood, but you could not control your excitement and your waist starts moving as you grind yourself against his core and he stops you with a strong thrust and you can feel his hard length against your core.
It makes you moan loud, and you want, more than anything, to be completely his.
But Raha clearly has a plan that goes far more than that.
“Now, as I said,” he talks to you while playing your nipple with his tongue, ever so sweet as his damn tongue flip one side of your breast leaving love bites every where and make you moan like you are going to come from the sensual touches on your breast alone, “I will erase that cat’s scent on you completely,”
He starts to bite.
Not tenderly, but harsh, leaving marks everywhere on your neck and shoulder, anywhere he could reach, like he is marking his territory. His face was a sight to enjoy as you feel the pain and pleasure at the same time, about this joy, about becoming his.
“All of these, mine,” he growls as he continues to brutally savage your breast, leaving the other side untouched, and you move anxiously to get even a little friction to make that emptiness from that side goes away, while you hang on him. You moved one of your hand to pleasure yourself while you whisper his name, “G’raha, please, please, I want…I want you…”
“No.” His answer was low and dangerous as he laughed half-madly into your breast and smiled, “my friend, you see, I have never said that you could please yourself, have I?”
“Only by me, my mouth, my tongue, my hand, and my cock,” he growls, “will you be coming on, do you understand?”
You moaned your loss and tried to fight back if a little by keep playing with yourself but he would not allow it.
Curses his tongues and he stops you with one quick spell, you soon found yourself hang on the wall, with your hands tied by some sort of magical spell over your head. He is a powerful caster, even during the most unreasonable moment of his life.
“Your look, all these bites, from me,” Raha shakes as he took a step back to appreciate his work on you, half restrained on the wall, completely naked from waist up and full of his bites. Like he is a monarch and you, his most precious sex toy to play with.
This thought of being caged like a bird and played every day, by him, secretly ignites the fire in your core, and you just can’t stop the moan you are making.
“Your voice,” he continues as both of his hands play with your nipple, finally, finally touching the other side that has been left there and successfully draw a whine from you, “how deliciously, wanting me, not any other random man, but me.”
“There… has only ever…ah, ah… been you.” You could hardly speak as he stands there, his cloth completely decent, but yours not, you know he has a sensitive smell and slowly by his words you have already realized what has caused all of these.
You finally understand Lue Reeq’s words before he left your quarter.
Of course, of course. Everything is crystal to you now.
How completely, utterly blind you are, as your nose is “basically useless” commented many times by Y’shtole.
The scent Raha has left in your room, is why Lue Reeq froze when he walks into the room. That is also why he is so confident, that the someone you told him is definitely interested in you.
For Raha, bless this man, has left his scent everywhere in your room.
And this delicious nightmare.
Raha…he must have caught Lue Reeq’s scent on you.
That explains everything.
He laughs at your words, clearly doesn’t believe you, but he did not say it, instead, he used his action.
Slowly as he lifts one of your leg, and he starts to bite.
The second his tongue on your thigh you are undone. You feel the extensive need, to rut against anything, anything to avoid this emptiness in your body, you want more than anything, to feel him.
And you beg.
“Please, G’raha, please, do not tease, I cannot…I really, I am going to…”
“Oh, the great warrior,” the noble Exarch stops as he licks the bottom of your thigh, “are you begging me? For what?”
“Anything, everything, please…”
He laughs again, with a darker tone, “oh my friend, let me make this clear.”
“I will not, fuck you, until you are crying my name, and begging to be fucked.”
Those filthy words that you never even imagined he would use, he is telling you with his own voice, even though different than his original self, but nonetheless, even more charming.
Your wrist starts to hurt from your own struggle, and you know he could taste the scent of your dripping wet smalls and your core. Your waist buckled uselessly into the air before you give in and whispered his name like a prayer, “G’raha, please…”
Raha looks up, crimson eyes looked in with your eyes as his hand hover just where you want him to be, and his index finger wiped along your cult feather like, and listened to your frustrated cry, “Beg Pardon, I don’t think that is quite right.”
You are literally crying, you can feel tears dripping from your eyes for the sheer need to be touched, to be claimed, to be his, “please, I am begging you, please, G’raha…ah…”
“Wrong again, mayhap you like to be teased?” G’raha Tia never lacked patience, and even though he lost his patience once tonight, it seems that his patience did not run out on the matter of teasing you. He constantly running his tongue or finger just so lightly on your cult that you can not stop sobbing his names and he loves that as a music to his ears.
In that particular moment, your mind falls upon the culture of Miqo’te once again, other than the scent that they are clearly so obsessed with, there is one more thing, one more tradition you vaguely remember and you instantly cried out loud, "Raha, for god’s sake, just fuck me!”
And he smiled.
“There is my good girl.”
He stands up once more and then with a snap of his fingers, the magical chain on your hands is gone. Weak as your knees are, you immediately dropped to the floor and just happened to be where he had so hoped you to be.
Now, even with your useless nose, you can smell his arousal. You can see, and feel the heat from his body, while he put his hand in your hair and pulls.
“Now, would you help me,” he bites down on his lips with his voice ragged, “to erase that scent.”
Oh, nothing on this shard, or any of the shards, would make you happier to oblige.
With a swift motion your hands are on his ropes, sliding down whatever you can and curses whichever piece of fabric in your way, while he chuckled, humming from his voice and he clicked just the right buckle on his belt, the robe came down, with his smalls the only thing between you, and his cock.
And you just cannot wait.
In an instant you have your lips on his length, a very considerable length, to be delicate. As you shiver and tremble under the excitement and anticipation of how being pierced by this cock will feel like.
“Eager as ever,” he pants, no small amount of restraint on his part from thrusting into your mouth right there and then.
And you smiled wickedly and take the tip of that fat head into your mouth, humming while doing so.
Raha sees light.
The second that goddamn tongue of hers touched him, he is no more. It is a miracle that he did not come that instant and he could not help but cursed, “Fuck.”
His hip is thrusting without asking for permission and he clearly is not strong enough to contain his desire and his heat anymore, not after that stinking smell is still on you.
Nothing will every make you happier to see him break.
You followed his movement and opened your mouth to your best, holding back the uncomfortable feeling on your throat as you take him in.
Even you have tried your best, you cannot take him all.
This makes both of you frantic as he pulls on your hair and hips thrusting into you like a machine, rapid and blood lusting, while growls his approval, “my lady, so beautiful, taking me like this, so good…”
You are too eager to oblige, humming and sucking and licking, to take as much as you can and in that frantic, maniac moment you coughed a little bit and he froze, while quickly pushing you away and he moans.
“My love…”.
Hot, thick, white, everywhere.
There it is, the hot cum of his seeds, spreading on your face, all over your face and there is more. The cum will not stop until your face and your neck and your breast are all over with it.
And how have you felt blessed.
The scent of him, the scent of Raha is literally everywhere on you now, you have helped him to make his scent on every part of your body and you could just cum at the very thought of that.
He pulled you up with one arm and kissed you all over, tasting himself with your lip and more.
“You are mine now,” he murmurs to your lips as he continues to hold you close to him and lift you up walking towards the bed in the room.
“Yours, I am yours,” as you kissed him back you were laid bare on the bed, with him tearing your soaking wet smalls from you and with hands on your breast as he has ever been dreaming.
“I cannot count the number of times, I have imagined your breast in my hand, while I make you scream mindlessly until the end of the world.” His voice even with the cum he just got, is still hot as fire and ragged as ever it could be, as Raha finally, God bless him, finally put his finger on your core and he thrust.
You just cannot stand it; your moaning is the only sound in the room that echoes so loud that anyone passing by could hear.
You are aching with needs from the very first moment you saw him entering the room, and that finger, that crystalized finger inside you is just what you need.
“More, please, Raha!” You yelled and sobbed as he curls his finger inside of your body and there is no resistance at all. Your waist swing with the movement of his finger and just rut yourself against him.
“Needy, lovely, mine…” his words and growls is like a drug to you, that makes you whine, and just when you cannot stand it he adds another finger as he fucks you hard with both of his fingers pressing just where you needed most, while playing both of your breasts with his tongues.
You screamed.
If there is a heaven, then you are there. You screamed like you have never been, with his fingers fucked into your body frantically like there is nothing else that matters in this entire shard then please you with his being.
“You should see how beautiful you are, under my fingers,” he bites, again, hard, on your breast, and you came completely undone.
You have never come so hard in your life, and you doubt you ever will.
And yet that is not true, for he did not STOP.
Immediately as he finger fucked you through your first wave of come, did he lowered his head and licked on your cult.
If you think you already screamed hard enough, then this is just louder.
You are building up so quickly as you have just come down from your first heat did his finger begin building up your second one. All tongues on your weakest spots, spots where you dare not touch yourself for the sake of losing your sanity, he pleasured you, he moaned and licked everywhere you want him to, and more.
G’raha Tia is such a quick learner as he listens for your voice, and he remembers where hit the hardest. His tongue and mouth used to say all the filthy words to make you hot now used to please in ways you have never imagined possible.
His fingers still fucking you hard in your core and tongues frantically moving along your cult, licking and biting and humming while he intentionally sucks.
You never have reached twice in such a short period of time, and just when you think you are going to come again, he draws his fingers out and leaves you growls and made the noise you never thought you were able to.
His was the sweetest voice you ever wanted as he commands, “Beg.”
“With my name.”
Oh, how happy you are to beg for him.
“Raha” is the broken syllable on your lips as he smiled with content and reached down once more.
This time, you screamed and cried.
His name the only thing you were able to scream and your come was so strong that for a minute you think your vision goes blind. Only his crimson eyes remain in your mind and that sweet voice of his, praising you, saying obscene words with you being the main character of his fantasy.
You are trembling, coming down from an exceptional cum that your entire being is blessed with the hot, hare-brained desire that drives you mad. You would think it should be able to sate anyone’s need and yet once more, you are wrong.
When you collect the only part of your brain that were there, you see red.
Raha reached out and kissed you with a fervent that you do not think anyone has, and anyone will. Your name whispered from his lips like he is a dying man from thirst, and you are his only savior, your wetness is the only water that he would drink from.
Your lips could not be parted from each other and before you realized, you felt and smelled his scent and his length at your core, once again.
“I said I am not going to stop.” His voice, incredibly lower than it ever had been, dark as a chocolate and drunk as you are, the only thing you could do is to close your eyes and lace your hand on his shoulder,
“I am going to fuck you, and I am not going to stop, until your wet tight cunt is full of my seed, until you are completely mine.”
“I am always yours,” as you murmur your response, and he kissed gently your tears, but fiercely thrusted.
There is something feline about the movement that he is making, for his length is too much for your take that it hurts, and yet, you do not want him to stop.
And he promised you he will not stop, even if you beg.
So he did, with a frantic movement of thrust into your body as you reached your ecstasy once, twice, three times, until you cannot remember how many times you have clutched and undone under his cock, and yet this could not sated his need.
He acts like he has never found anything more fascinating in his life than fucking you with his long and fat cock and making you scream his name every time he just so rightly pressed against the point of pleasure inside of your body.
You feel utterly lost.
Yet somehow, it is still not enough for him.
“You are Warrior of the Light and Darkness,” he whispered as he fucks you hard, the sound of your body slapped together shaming and intoxicating, making you whine and begged with his name a thousand times on your lips, “and yet here you are, on my cock, taking me, like you supposed to be.”
And all you could do is screaming, “Yes, Raha, yes,”, dignity and sanity completely forgone, for everything you can think about, is him, his cock.
The love of your life is fucking you and making you his.
The whole concept of this event is just too much for you to think straight and when he growls and bites, you came with that pain one more time.
There is just too much to bear that you do not even remember how many times alone you have come on his cock, and he has not come other than the first time you put your lips on his cock.
As you come down from the heat, he kisses your neck with the hunger of a lion kisses a sheep, tearing everything apart and trying to eat you alive.
And somehow, this just completes you.
“Now, tell me, how do you feel, my warrior” Raha slowly thrusts into your body, and out, and in, and out, so slow that it feels more torture than pleasure.
You whispered a response and yet he did not hear, all he could do is smelling your cum. Hot, cum on his cock and his scent all over you, hiding anything that could smell otherwise, and this alone makes him purred.
“Raha,” you finally managed to gasp his name, with his right hand on your waist, left on your breast, and his cock inside of your body, torturing you with every movement and yet pleasuring you at the same time, “I felt…yours.”
Those words will be the death of his, as he stopped completely and kissed on your forehead.
Even with his cock inside your body, this kiss just felt different, it felt like he was being saved.
It felt pure.
“My love, light of my life, my everything,” he growls as he moved out of you, and you whined the loss.
And the second later, you are on your knees, he has flipped you all over and attacked you from behind, with your hands and legs kneeing on the bed, facing him backwards and he thrust into your body.
“Are you ready, to take my seed, to be breed and smell like me?” He asked as he entered you so slow that it hurts, that you ached for more, much more than what he is doing.
“Oh god, yes Raha please, just, fuck!”
He is only too happy to do that.
If you think he was fucking you hard, then you know nothing, about fucking hard at all.
Because when he is taking you from behind, all you could do is crying.
Literally nothing meaningful could come out of your mouth as he thrusts into you like an animal.
In that moment, did you realize what he meant, when he said he will not stop even if you beg.
Because you are literally crying and begging to be released from this hell of ecstasy.
Yet he did not stop.
This is, far more come than anyone should ever had in a single night, and you just can’t stop it, because he is biting hard as he growls your name right next to you ear.
And there is a moment when his hand on your waits just clutched in the right timing, and you are done.
You are as high as you will ever be and when you clutched around his cock, his hot cum spilled into your cunt, fulling, dripping out of it and you screamed like your life depends on it while he growls as loudly as you have ever heard.
When you both come down from the height, all you could mange is to lay on your back and sighed with relief and happiness.
For this man, now that he has gone to such an extent to prove that he really wants you, is going to be the love of your life.
But Raha, on the other hand, coming down from his heat-aided brain, observing his bite marks on you, realizing what he has done, and he panicked.
You lied there with your eyes half closed when he starts to knee down before the bed, begging for your mercy.
“I apologize, for…well, everything.” He stopped, completely came down from his wrath and his jealousy aided mind. He knows from the smell that you never did anything he unwanted, it mostly likely is a friendly hug, this has happened before as his warrior is not someone unused to being praised and hugged all over the world.
And yet there is something that sets fire in him, for someone dares to hug her, in this room, in this god damn room that he has picked for her and her alone, where he is supposed to be in charge of everything.
Especially the guy who did it could literally smell his scent that he left, all over the place.
How dare him.
Raha stayed still for a moment, waiting to be punished and judged. For the woman who he had known for so long would not forgive this cross of friendship no matter the needs she might have.
This might be an out of the moment desire that she also possessed, and he will not, could not, ask anything more.
Raha moved his eyes just a little bit upwards and all he saw was a smile.
“Come on now, Raha, really?” you whispered as you could hardly recognized your own voice after all the screaming, “Stop being a fool, you know I want this.” You tried to use what strength you have left to pull him up,
“It was Lue Reeq. Well, he did try to confess, but you know…I have ever thought of him just a friend, maybe a younger brother, but not anything more than that. You know that I have told you about him.”
“Indeed, you have, my love, I just…”
“It just hurt, to smell anyone else on you.”
“I cannot stand, not allow it.”
His voice low and yet with such a love and affection.
Raha is in so much pain and guilt and need, when he saw the marks he left on you, “let me make this right, please…” He tried to summon some healing magic and you immediately stopped.
“Don’t you dare,” you warned, “this is what I want,” and you pulled him up into your arms. Into the bed which was a total mess and broken sheets now that you both ruined this bed.
“You would have me, after everything, this is just…” his voice breaks into a low growl, trying to hold you tighter. You can feel the possessive part of him has already woken and he would not let go this time, will never let you go if you should accept him and yet you warp your arms around him and gently have your fingers reaching for his ears, while he shivers under your touch.
“Raha, please,” you whisper, you pray to him, “I have…” somehow you managed between your own sobbing, “I have waited far too long. The day you kissed me and left me there, I thought…”
“I left, indeed,” he continued, “but there is not a single day, in these three hundred years, I have not thought about you. And that day,” his was a dying man’s grasp at the first thing he could have his hands on, “… that was a necessary measure that I will have to take, to make you safe. You, my light, my darkness, my inspiration. I have waited and I will wait more, if I have to,” he holds you with such a strength that it hurts, like he is going to lose you once more, and you reciprocate with the same eagerness, only to find your tears soaking his shoulder once more. He kisses all those tears away from you and once again assure you by a kiss on your lips, with all those sweet words, love and promise.
“It hurts the same, if not more, for me to leave you. I know there are too many unspoken words between us by then, but please trust me when I say this,” he turns to you and urges you to look at him, Allagan eyes shining in the night, “I love you, more than you could imagine, more than anyone would ever do. Please, if you would only have even the least amount of mercy on me, please…”
“And you think I do not love you the same?” you asked, almost irritated by his question, “after everything, after this…you still think that I do not love you?”
His ear stands up and his being tremble, eyes turning darker with his lips partially opened in a relief. There is something that finally makes him whole again, you can tell by the look on his face, a most beautiful and intoxicating expression, “I know, my love, I know. And so,” he vows, “so I shall never leave you again. I will, travel time and space again if I have to, to be by your side.”
You responded him with another kiss and tears coming from your eyes yet again. He wipes them from you and slowly vowed, “and don’t you dare think there will be a day I will spend without you, I will not allow it. I will not allow you, to leave me.” His voice, the most elegant music on planet, and there you feel like you are caged like a bird, and yet you could not find yourself to be in a happier position, to be his, and his alone.
“I will not leave, I promise. I love you, Raha.” You reached for him and once again was amazed by how warm his body feels even with all the crystallization. His sighed his love into your lips, spoken arm brushing your hair and there is a magically calming effect about his demeanor makes you fall asleep when he starts rubbing your back with a great care and urges you to rest, “My love,” he whispered at you, “now rest, I will take care of the rest.”
And so, you had a dreamless sleep, in his arm, with his hand around you like it is where you belong to. A sweet, if not the sweetest dream you could possibly have, and you dare not open your eye, when the morning light finally shine upon you.
When you finally reluctantly open your eyes, you found everything with anew. The sheets that you have destroyed last night and your messy body, all cleaned up, as if it was a dream. Only the bite marks that he left reminds you that things did happened. You almost fear that he will regret this, but when you saw him leaning towards you, crimson eyes locking on your waking face just right next to you, you smiled.
“Good morning now, G’raha Tia.”
“Good morning, my inspiration.” Raha has the gentlest smile you have ever seen on a man, like he already has everything that he needs, he scoops you into his arm again and steal a kiss from your lip, while sigh to your tongue, “I thought we agreed on the name you call me last night.”
“It just feels so unreal,” you slowly kissed him while replying with a dreamy voice,” this… all of this, all I could ask for.”
“And this is only a night, ” he laughed, much like the scholar he once was, there is something boyish in his voice again, “there will be much more than that, I promise. If you cannot stand this, then it might be a good idea you tell me to stop now,” he half jested, “though I do not promise this time that I will, as I have already tasted you.” Now his hands are moving towards parts that only set fire on you once more, but how happy you are, just to feel him again.
“You unsatiable, horrible, bad man,” there is no resistance in you, as you whine with his teases and give in once more to his lovely hands and lips.
“That I am, my love, and you will have to endure all of it,” his voice edges a growl and a whisper, “now, I have waited for my breakfast for a bit, and I am very hunger.”
“Raha,” you purred against his lips and urged, “stop doing that and just start.”
“As you wish, my lady.” And he is only too happy to follow your order.
You spend an inefficient day in bed, not as the Exarch and the Warrior of Darkness, but as G’raha Tia and who you really are.