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Oh no.
The haze before you begins to fade the fae folk amongst you giggling as the stunning vistas of crystal and vibrant pink spreads over the horizon, but you can't appreciate any of it. Your skin grows hot just beneath the surface, a familiar itch coming with it that has your heart skipping a beat.
You wait for the sensation to fade along with the fog, pray for it to fade, but it doesn't. Your feet shift uncomfortably and you clasp your hands around one another as you roll your bottom lip between your teeth. You need to get out of here- away from everyone, fast.
"Are you alright my friend? You seem rather shaken." The hand that claps down on your shoulder is heavy and warm - it makes you flinch away from reflex, a wave of heat pulsing through your body at the contact.
Fuck . You know this feeling, and you know it well. You can only suspect the fae around you had deliberately induced such a state upon you as a form of amusement. The situation isn't helped at all by the fact it's been some time since your last tryst, you can't think of a worse time for this to be happening. Your exhale in a huff, hands balling into fists at your sides.
"I'm fine." You manage to force out, swallowing thickly. Thancred's close, close enough that you can pick up a distinct scent of airy musk. You need to get away from him. Fast. "I just need a moment that's all, please, excuse me."
You don't dare look at him or give him time to protest, turning away completely to head in any direction away from this place. If you weren't sure of your distaste toward creatures of 'harmless' trickery you certainly are now. You'd be giving them a piece of your mind once this is taken care of.
Every inch of your body is burning, screaming for release by the time you happen upon a small creek in the woods, and you suppose this is as good a place as any. The water would conceal any undignified noises, and the trees were thick enough for you to hide behind. You inhale, exhale, and lean back against the tree, loosening your pants enough to slip your hand past the waist.
Just a couple of minutes, that’s all you need, it’s all you’ve got, you can’t allow yourself to be gone long enough for anyone to come looking for you.
Just brushing your fingers against yourself is enough to make you whimper, heat spiking inside you. Your back arches off the tree, a gasp fleeing your lips as you touch yourself, your moments quickly becoming harried and rough. The cloying need in your blood reaches a fever pitch in mere moments, and the breath is rent from your lungs as you’re completely engulfed in molten ecstasy.
Your knees buckle, hitting the damp ground near the creek’s edge, panting in an attempt to catch your breath. You wait for the ache between your legs to lessen, but it’s as though you’d done nothing at all. Your heart thrums in your chest, every beat another wave of need crashing over you, again and again, and again.
Whatever sort of spell had been placed on you, it wasn't wearing off or even lessening. You're used to the way casual lust sometimes grips you, but this is something else entirely, something more intense and demanding than you thought possible. You're simply going to die if you don't cum again, and now.
Your pants are still undone from before, and you don't even bother trying to cling to any semblance of modesty at this point, you push them fully down your legs, letting them pool at your ankles. You delve straight in with two fingers, the messy slickness of your previous release aiding the slide of your fingers. You push a third inside before long but it's not enough, it's not what you need.
What you really need is another warm body against your own, to feel someone hot and hard inside you.
You groan through frantic thrusts of your fingers, your eyes screwing shut, ears flattening against your hair. Your body goes taut as you feel the pressure of another release building, back arching into your touch.
A soft gasp to your side reaches your sensitive ears, and your blood instantly ices over in your veins.
Oh fuck.
This can't be real. This is a nightmare, some unreal warped mirage that you'll surely wake from any moment now and forget about.
Except you don't.
You don't even want to know who's there, but you know you'll never be able to look them in the face again. You don't want to see, don't want to know, but your traitorous body turns your gaze to the side, and standing there amidst the trees is a white-haired figure that's instantly recognizable.
Thancred.
All you can do is stare wide-eyed at him from where you're sitting on the forest floor, pants around your ankles, hand still between your legs. You open your mouth, but no words come, how could you possibly explain yourself out of this?
His face is noticeably flushed, but the bewilderment in his eyes softens to something unreadable to you, and he takes a step in your direction. What's he doing?? Your legs clamp together to preserve a shred of your modesty, your heart pounding, mind racing with dozens of implausible scenarios.
"Calm down my friend," he says, hushed, kneeling in front of you. "I know the effects of pixie magick when I see it."
Blinking at him, you turn his words over in your head, the hot throb in your loins still screaming at you for attention. You can't say a damn thing, still frozen at the sight of him.
Thancred clears his throat. "Let's just say I've… experienced similar mischief at their hands," he says, eyes cast off to the side. Oh. If his face weren't already flushed you can imagine it would be now.
"Then…" you struggle to form coherent thoughts, his scent washing over you just like earlier, though this time it's much more cloying. Earth, salt, and a hint of wood- you've smelled better and much worse, but it's a scent that's undoubtedly Thancred. "Then please go, I… I'll be back as soon as possible."
You swallow thickly, making sure not to look at him again, your nails digging into your palms. You can barely keep sinful thoughts of him at bay, everything within you screaming to pounce on him, beg him to help you in any way he sees fit. You shake your head. No. You've never thought of him this way before, not seriously. He needs to go. Now.
"Are you sure you want me to go?"
Your head snaps towards him, finding a glint in his eye, the tiniest of grins on his face. What did he just say?
"I- what?" You stiffen, brows raising at him.
"You know," he starts, leaning forward, wetting his lips. "If you need some help, I can stay."
Inhaling sharply, you open your mouth intending to brush him off, but his hand falls upon your knee, smoothing upwards just a tinge, and your mind empties completely. Truly, his tongue is something silver, and you certainly aren't immune to its effects.
But why now? Why after never picking up so much as a whiff he viewed you as anything beyond a comrade and friend. You want to say no, you need to, you'll never be able to be in the same room with him again without thinking about this if you go through with it.
And yet,
"Please," it comes out as barely a whisper, your eyes flicking to his lips as your stomach knots up. The couple heartbeats of silence nearly kill you in the eternity they take to pass, the beat of your heart a torturous thing that pulses heat through your veins endlessly with every passing second.
Then, before you can change your mind, he's on you.
His lips catch yours in a searing, over-eager kiss, and your hands fly to grab at whatever part of him they can reach. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his jacket, tugging to try and get him closer, and he's more than happy to oblige. Your legs part to make room for him to slot between them, his tongue slipping past your lips, and you moan openly into him.
God, he's so warm. Warm and firm and everything you need. His hands smooth up your legs, your thighs, his rough fingers pressing into the soft muscle there, and you shudder. Your pants are still in the way; crumpled at your feet but still preventing him from getting as close as he could, as close as you need him to be. You reach for the fabric to do away with it, but Thancred’s hands are there before yours, tugging your boots off and discarding your pants completely before you can even ask him to. His heavy coat follows suit, hitting the ground along with his gunblade, hitting the ground in a dull thud.
Heat is already beginning to spike from the meer anticipation of his touch, raw and wild and volatile, and you're not sure how much more you can take before you start begging him to fuck you. He spreads your legs further apart with adept hands, mouthing just beneath your jaw, his breath and tongue hot against your skin.
"Hhnn…" you whimper at how slow and gentle he's being, you might find it endearing any other time, but now it's the last sort of thing you want. He knows that, and that's probably why he's doing it, the cheeky bastard. One of his hands trail down your chest, your belly, your hip until he's hovering dangerously close to where you need him to be, and you shiver.
"Thancred please," you whine, arching your back against him, chasing any sort of further contact.
"Please?" He repeats, flexing his rough fingers into the softness of your thigh. "Please what?"
You stiffen. He wants you to say it, wants you to beg and plead for him to do anything and everything to you, and gods damn him you're just desperate enough to go along with it.
"Just-" you huff, teeth finding purchase in your bottom lip. It barely occurs to you how bold you're being when one of your hands goes straight to where Thancred's straining against his trousers, the outline of his cock. You squeeze lightly, and it earns you a sharp inhale woven in between quiet moans. “I-I need you-!” Your voice is nigh unrecognizable to yourself- thick and heavy with lust.
"Hn, eager aren't we?" You can easily hear the grin on his face, but the husky edge reveals he isn't nearly as put together as he wants you to believe. You would see him unravel completely alongside you, to see him so vulnerable and raw- the desire rivals that of the burn beneath your skin. You tug at the button of his pants in clumsy, desperate neediness, and the way his lips are still hot against yours while he palms at your chest isn't doing you any favors.
You're rewarded with a low groan as his trousers loosen, his length springing free but still covered by his small clothes. Your fingers are hooking into the waist of them ready to tug them out of your way when Thancred's fingers slide down to finally graze against the throbbing center of your need, and your or breath catches in your throat as the flames in your blood spark. You throw your head back instinctively, mouth open and panting as you spread your legs even wider for him, silently begging him to go farther.
He ignores your wordless plea, content to circle his fingers on and around your entrance, leaving in to lick up the exposed column of your throat. You can't repress the agitation that wells in your chest at his languid pace, your tail lashing and your fingers digging even more intensely into his coat.
"I thought you said you'd help, not tease me until you've driven me mad," you hiss, canting your hips into his touch, biting at the inside of your cheek.
"You wound me, I'm most certainly a man of my word if nothing else," he says, his breath hot against your ear, fingers pushing against you oh so delicately. You bare your teeth to growl at him, but it's lost when he pushes into you, and all that escapes you is a breathy whine. He's still moving much slower than you'd like, but at least it's something, anything.
Arching onto his touch is all you can manage as his fingers ease inside you until he's slid as deep as he can go, and to your dismay the molten discomfort only seems to worsen at the contact. More. This isn't enough, not nearly enough. You need him pressed up against you as close as he can get, you need him inside you, as hard and deep as he can force himself, and you need it now.
Finally, you tear the last of his modesty away, whimpering pitifully at the sight of his thick cock and the way he curls his digits just right within you. He's got a talent for this, and any doubts you'd once held about the numerous conquests he claimed to have taken are dashed then and there. You never once thought you'd end up on that lengthy list, but you can't say the thought upsets you.
Fingertips graze his cock, and you feel him stiffen just slightly, a tiny inhale barely reaching your ears. You're sure you'd be unbelievably nervous were this occurring under any other circumstance, but you're going to die unless he fucks you right now. You bite your lip, wrapping your fingers around him and trying a stroke up his length.
"Mmmn," he groans softly at your touch, still working you with his fingers in precise, methodical movements. "You're really tight," he starts, and your ears perk instantly, tail fluffing up. You can't believe he'd just… say something like that. "It's been a while since you've been with anyone, hasn't it?"
His teeth show at the question, and you're left speechless at his boldness. He's not incorrect, but… "I- well…"
The way words catch in your throat is telling in and of itself, and you hate how easily he's able to see right through you. Or at least, you would, had you the ability to be concerned about anything other than getting his cock into you as soon as possible. You give his dick a squeeze, another agonizing spike of arousal washing through your veins at the slight sound he makes. He's going to kill you at this rate.
There's a quip on the tip of your tongue, but you're not given the chance to say it as he begins thrusting his fingers into you in earnest, a loud moan forcing its way past your lips. You can't keep up with him. Not now with how utterly debauched you are to the very core.
" Fuck!" Thancred picks up the pace with his fingers, and you can already feel a torturous pressure building up in your belly fast. " Thancred- I -"
"That's it, go on, let go…" his hushed voice is smoother than silk with a hungry edge that makes you shiver. Your heart’s pounding so loudly it drowns out everything, all the muscles in your body growing taut all at once as Thancred thrusts into you without mercy, hitting all the right spots over and over. A low hum leaves Thancred as you squirm, and it's all the warning you get before he's sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin of your neck.
An airy wail leaves you as you unravel, spasming and clenching around Thancred's fingers, your toes curling, back arching. Even when you cum, he doesn't let up, the only indication he'd even noticed being the way he growls into your neck, cock twitching in your hold.
Thancred free hand moves from your chest to your throat, your heart skipping when he pauses there for just a touch too long. You hold your breath for only a moment, but he moves on to cup your face in his palm, leaning back to look at you. His eyes are liquid gold; like the sun meeting the moon for the first time, and they're even more captivating with a haze of sex cast over them. You can't look away, they're so… he's so…
No. No, you can't have thoughts like that. Not about him, not now. You close your eyes tightly, your body still demanding more. There's no end to this, and you're starting to doubt that his help will even matter.
"Look at me." His command catches you off guard, the thunder of his voice shifting to something much more stern. Your eyes snap open again to meet his despite the jumbled mess of thoughts and emotions it evokes in you, your arousal more prominent than ever. He slips his fingers out of you, a soft whimper fleeing your lips at his empty it leaves you.
But he's not finished yet, and neither are you, he brushes your hand away from his cock, taking it in his hand while urging you to relax your position. You comply, putty in his hands. You slide down a touch and try to keep any tension at bay, but it's difficult with the storm of anticipation and need singing in your veins, depriving you of any rational thought.
It's hard to keep your eyes on him like this, harder than you could've imagined. The eye contact invites an intimacy you want to banish, and you have to bite your lip as he leans in closer, his cock brushing teasingly against your entrance as he lines himself up. You forget to breathe, arms snaking around his neck and clawing at him through the sturdy black fabric that still covers him.
The wail that escapes you when he finally cants his hips forward and begins to press inside you is a loud crescendo of everything you'd still been holding back. He slides in slow and easy- spreading you open and filling the woeful emptiness you'd so desperately been begging to be rid of. It's pure bliss, and you could get lost in the myriad of pleasures bursting from your chest.
" Fuuuck…! Don't stop, please -!" Your legs lock around his waist, heels digging into his back, demanding more, more, more. You're tearing at the seams, and you need him to rip you apart, set you ablaze and leave nothing behind but ashes.
He growls, his hips coming flush with yours, sheathed as deep inside you as he can get, the darkened liquid gold of his eyes still set on your own. It's so good, it's amazing, you're full with him and it's better than you could've imagined but it's still not enough.
"Please Thancred, please fuck me …" The words come out as a pained whisper, the peak of another orgasm already stirring in your belly. You'd be embarrassed by how much he's affecting you if you had the composure necessary, but you don't, and you want to come again, this time on his cock.
Thancred's eyes flash in wordless response, a small shaky breath passing his lips.
And then, his fingers dig into your skin harshly, and the softness that had been present in his touch dissipates in an instant. He holds you down by your hips, and slams every inch of himself into you, hard .
You can't even scream, the force knocking the air out of you, and the only thing that comes out is a half-choked moan.
" Nngh-! Feel better than I ever imagined…" he mutters breathlessly as he pulls out to fuck back into you in fast, hard thrusts, hitting all the right spots, and fuck. Imagined? He'd thought of this? Of you?
It's utterly too much for you to handle, the mere thought of him fantasizing about you in any way would've been enough to make you cum without the very real ecstasy of his cock inside you. Waves of overheated pleasure crash over you so intensely you fear you might drown in it. It's the most amazing you've ever felt in your entire life, and it's also the most overwhelming thing you can imagine.
More. Stop. Too much. Not enough.
The vague sound of him moaning through your orgasm as you tighten around his cock stirs another weak ember within you, and you want to wail in frustration, in bliss.
You're going to die if he stops, and he's going to kill you if he keeps going. Every nerve ending in your body is overestimated, raw, begging for more and pleading for an end. You can't find the words to ask him to stop and you can't bring yourself to keep begging for more. All you can do is hold on.
Thancred's hold on you only grows harsher, his fingers surely digging into your hips hard enough to leave marks. The only sounds still escaping you are forced out whines and half-choked moans. Your mind is blank of anything but him, anything but the way his cock still slams into you. "T-thancred…"
"Oh, fuck-! just hold on for me a little longer okay? You're being so so good for me." His praise makes you shiver and you nod frantically, your whole body being rocked with the force of his unsteady thrusts. He's panting heavily, breath hot in your ear, and the way moans slip from him as malformed gasps and growls hint at his closeness.
Even though his building orgasm, he doesn't let up. He fucks into you with precise perfection, making you sob with every rough slap of his hips against yours. You pray that he cums inside you, leaves you wet and dripping with proof that he'd touched you. You'd ask - no beg - if you could, but you're miles too far gone to say anything approaching coherent.
You don't have to. His sounds reach a broken crescendo, hips stuttering against yours, and gods that bloom of warmth inside you is exactly as divine as you knew it would be. Your hands and your legs lock around him to keep him close, keep him inside. Things are oddly still for a few precious heartbeats, your breaths mingling in exhausted pants. Your hands drape lazily around his neck, his hair barely long enough to brush against them.
Holding your breath, you wait for the next wave of need to flow through you, but seconds tick by, and it doesn't come. Fuck. You exhale heavily, a barely-there whisper of a laugh escaping you. The desperation that had taken root deep in your veins seems to have lessened, and you pray it doesn't return.
It doesn't take long for the reality of what's just happened to slap you full force. You're body's slick with a thin sheen of sweat, the air still thick with the scent of sex and he's still buried inside you, and oh God - the telltale slickness of cum makes itself know between your thighs.
"Satisfied?" He asks, cooking his brows as a sly grin paints his face. His hands rest on your waist, his face precariously close to yours. You can't look at him anymore - you turn your head to the side and bite the inside of your lip, cheeks burning. You're definitely never going to be able to look at him the same way again. He chases the small distance you create, leaning into you so his lips brush against your ear - what's he doing now? "Don't be shy, just a few minutes ago you were begging me to fuck you."
" Thancred !" You hiss, trying to shove him away from you out of reflex, but his body is more sturdy than you'd realized. He laughs as he pulls away from you, leaving you cold and empty. You shiver before you can stop yourself, and something is being draped over you in the next moment. Thancred's coat, you quickly realize. It smells just like him.
"Apologies, I simply had to see your reaction." He says with a smile, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "I'll take that as a yes."
You only nod in response, feeling that words would once again fail you. You make an effort to sit up, but your whole body feels light and boneless. Gods, you'll never admit it to him out loud, but you can see where all his popularity comes from. His demeanor too - he's easy-going enough to instill a sense of comfort even through the bitter awkwardness of the situation. Your fears about completely ruining your relationship with him were already beginning to fade, enough so that even thoughts of sleep can take hold. it would undoubtedly take time before you'd be able to meet his gaze without recalling… whatever this had been, but you can scarcely imagine him avoiding or pushing you away because of this.
"If you need a moment, I'm sure we could rest for a bit, I told the others you had a matter which required my assistance, so they shouldn't come looking for us just yet."
"You what?" Oh, gods, they're probably worried sick, and who knows what they might be thinking. You wouldn't be able to look any of them in the eye again if they'd figured out what all this had been about.
"Calm down, out of all the possibilities do you honestly think this is what they'd guess we're up to?" Thancred's voice is laced with a laugh, his brows furrowed a little as he smiles down at you.
It's still a cause for concern, but his words ring true. You and Thancred… it had just happened and you can barely believe it yourself. "Just a few minutes, okay?"
He nods with warmth in his eyes, moving to sit and lean back against a nearby tree. "I'll be here when you're ready to head back."
Well well, he's more of a gentleman than you thought. You're able to drift off rather contently, using Thancred’s long coat as a makeshift blanket, the blinding light of the sky obscured perfectly by the trees.