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When he walked in the room, he sat on his chair. Perfect, there was something on my mind, but I needed to be sure.
“Daddy?” “Yes, sweet love?”
“Can I play on your dick, please?” My face turned a hue, but I needed to ask so I could find out. He smiled, he knew he was getting quite a treat – a chair isn’t a very comfortable place for me to fuck him on, despite my compact size. Even if I could fold myself up to fit between the arms of the large chair, that didn’t ensure my comfort. I was to be cramped soon. “Sure, my dearest love. Let me disrobe for you.” No matter the speed he did it, it still didn’t feel fast enough. “So, what has you in such an eager mood today? Better yet, what has you so eager to sit atop my manhood?” I couldn’t answer that just yet. I shook my head, a small act of defiance, as I rose to walk towards him. I removed the robe I had settled into, leaving naught but the jewel on my face and his choker necklace on me.
I settled myself into his lap. His hand reached for my neck, holding me back just enough to prevent me from whetting his cock. “Please, Daddy. Please let me. If this is what I think it is, consider it a surprise.”
“Darling love, what is ‘this’ that you speak of? What are you planning on surprising me with?” I started tugging his cock with both of my hands. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I think recently, I’ve been able to nestle your entire member inside of my deepest parts. And.” “You want to show me you can?” This isn’t the full truth, but this seems to be satisfactory for him. His length grows to double the size of both of my hands in an instant. “Yes, Daddy. I want to show you that I can take your entire cock now, easy!” He chuckles, a dark alluring laugh. He removes his hand from my throat and replaces it at the small of my back.
“Fury, even the ripples in this area of your body is rock solid.” I purr in gratitude, as the movement pushes my lower half against his member. It’s long, solid, and reaches past my belly button. Although I viewed this as a mission, I still couldn’t wait to have him inside of me.
I begin rocking myself against his cock to slicken his long rod. He lowers his hand to below my buttocks, and brings his other to behind my back. He’s begun to lift me. “I think that’s quite enough of the teasing. Show me your newfound strength. Show me you’ve toned the muscles within that shall soon be bearing my child. Just as much as you’ve toned every (he kisses my arm) other (next my abs) part (he’s moved his hand to by shoulder blade) of (he’s gripping my love handles) my (he’s lined my slickness up with his member) body.” With that, he’s allowed my body to sink perfectly onto him, intertwining us. If there was not already enough lubricant, the pooling influx from him using such possessive terms of my body made a flood out of our connection. My hands rose to my face as I came upon his entrance into my body. “Oh, sweet love. How I’ve neglected this sweet little hole, to allow it to become so sensitive to my touch.” Haurcie didn’t mean a word of it. His voice was too sweet, almost singsong. I caution a glance at his face, and see that he’s smiling too sweetly for the words he truly meant. Locking my hands into a strand of his hair, I lean forward to kiss him. “Such kind words, Daddy. But please don’t taunt me.”
Haurchefant growls, and gives me a grin that shows his teeth. “Was it that obvious I was feigning?” I nod in agreement, eager for what was to come, aside from the obvious, of course. “What did you really want to say? You can’t hurt my feelings, Haurcie, I love you too much for that.” With that, he grabs one side of my hip in a hand, and begins to glide my lower half along the length of his shaft, of what I can fit of it besides.
H: What I really wanted to say was (he leans in to whisper in my ear) you’re a slut. An eager one at that. If you weren’t my intended, I will have thought you were a new lady-in-waiting at the local wretches’ nest. I hadn’t needed to make any movements, not a singular thrust, and you went releasing your juices along my shaft. (Haur brings his other hand to my ear, and rests his head right beside it to whisper) Have you been receiving advice during your adventures?
“No, Daddy! I would never, do you know how much that would disgrace your name?” He pulls back, smiling at me, then starts fondling my ear between his middle fingers and his thumb. His deep blue eyes pierce me, he knows he has me exactly where he wants me. I whimper, frantic, “Please Daddy, not that. Anythsssshhuwuwwu. Urrgggghh huhhhhn.” Anything but that, I thought as I melted, my hands gripping his shoulders. In an attempt to force him to cease his ministrations, my hands were balled into fists and batting at his chest. But there was naught else I could do. It was his body now, and it would function as he wanted it to.
I slipped fully onto his cock. Haur’s tool was entirely lodged inside of my hearth, and I threatened to cum again. “You weren’t being completely honest with me earlier, were you? There was something more to this trick, wasn’t there, my love?” Shit, he saw right through me from the start. I buried my face in his shoulder and nodded. Haur was right, and it wasn’t fair for me to lie to him, telling him only half-truths. He leans back, and pulls my face away from his chest. Haurchefant is gripping my chin in between his forefinger and thumb, staring into my eyes. I can’t read him. There’s no signal to let me know what emotion he’s feeling. The second of silence he took was much too long for me. Chills ran up my spine as I realized this wasn’t my Haurcie I was looking at, it was “Daddy?” He smiled, all too innocently. My breathing became heavier and quicker. I started to rise and sink on his cock, attempting to push off the transformation to the strict older man he rarely presented to me for as long as possible.
Daddy had other plans. He gripped my hips, stopping me in my tracks. “Don’t you move your hands, slut.” There it was. No distractions were allowed. No teasing him, despite how rock hard his cock was. Despite how close I was to coming. Again. “Now that we’re clear, tell me what it was that you kept from me.” I couldn’t look him in the eye to answer that question. “I had to find” he cut me off, his hands on my shoulders and his thumbs lifting my face to stare directly at his. Daddy had no patience. “Tell me. Be truthful. Please, babygirl.” He also had a heart, and I hated to see it so close to breaking.
“You… You’re my mate. The second chamber doesn’t open for anyone but, and the fact that you can reach it…” I took a look at his face, and upon seeing no change, kept speaking. “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to deceive you. I just had to know. It’s one of those tales they taught in my hometown and. Well. Different cultures and meanings and” he brought his finger to my lips, hushing me. He knew how uncomfortable and even ashamed I was of my background – I wished I could have presented myself to him unbroken, that I didn’t have to search so far for him, that I was more of a whole person for him. I think he knows it too, and understands the feeling well. He’s expressed he feels the same way about himself in some form or fashion occasionally. He kisses my forehead, and pulls his length from me before we become inseparable. I whimper, becoming more aware of what is to come.
“Tell me all about this ‘mate’ thing. What is it, what does it mean? And what made it so difficult for you to be honest with me about this?” He’s calm, and not just to humor my anxieties. This is still a bit of a sore subject, though, and it’s hard for me to look him in the eyes to answer this question. He makes note of me looking out of the window, measuring my escape routes from this conversation. “Do you trust me, dearest love?” Ice strikes through my heart. I hadn’t wanted him to feel this way. “Yes, with my life. Above all else. You know this.” He pulls me to him, and places his head next to my neck. He whispers, “Go fetch the cuffs and the paddle for me, please, love.” I heave a sigh, and move to walk over to the coffer to obtain these items.
“No no no, little one. I said fetch, didn’t I?” I froze, then dropped to my knees. “That’s a good girl. If I’m being honest, I think I asked for the wrong tool. How about you bring me the rod instead?” I freeze again. I offer a weak, wavering “Yes, Daddy” in response – I was in deep, and I didn’t want to add anything onto my plate by whining or being resistant. “Say it again for me, babygirl.” He was in full effect. He had me in exactly the corner he wanted me, and there was no more refusing. He had control of me, and there was no more denying it. I take a shaky breath, hold it, and release. I square my shoulders.
“Yes, Daddy.” I drop to all fours and creep towards the toychest. I grab the requested items, place the cane in my mouth, and stalk my way back to Haurchefant. “Oh, I love that look in your face. You look so sexy, with the muscles in your back rippling so mightily, coming towards me. What a fearsome adversary you are.” Back at his chair, I place my head onto his lap. “Such sweet eyes, little one. Fearsome as you are, this is Daddy’s time. And there’s not a moment to spare when there’s still so much of the realm for us to explore, don’t you think, love?” With my mouth still around the caning rod, I manage a “Yesh, Tadty!” “Oh, such enthusiasm. Tell me love, do you enjoy being punished?” Daddy picks me up in his long, strong arms. I can’t shake my head anymore, as the cane would just smack against his chest. So, I murmur a “Nmnooo.” He lays me down on our bed, onto my back, and removes the cane from my mouth. He places it gingerly above my head, and softly caresses my cheek.
“So, babygirl, what about Daddy do you love? Why do you love drawing me out, testing the waters so?” I purr a little bit, but remember my predicament. “I. I love being able to lose myself in you. I love that you remind me you can handle my everything, even the ugliest parts. I love that you say such kind words to me even when I’m in your lap sobbing. I love being cuddled afterwards, and feeling safe in your strong, ripped arms. I love that you recognize the pieces of me that are frail and broken, the pieces that aren’t strong how you’d like.” “Ah ah ah, my love. When did I ever say that I wanted those pieces to be strong?” I was at a loss for words. “There’s a misunderstanding here. Tell me why I punish you, sweetheart.”
“Because you don’t like me lying to you, or putting up fronts around you.” “Correct. And what does that include?” He’s latched one of my arms to the bedpost with our cuffs. He was nearly ready. My heart rate increased, despite the calm and comfort I felt towards him. “It includes stories of my origin, and things I still struggle with.” “And why is that? Why don’t I like when you try to hide those things?” “Because you don’t want me to feel the need to be strong around you. Because you know all too well exactly how strong I am – you’ve seen it, even. And you want me to trust in your strength to handle everything I have to offer, even when it doesn’t benefit you.” “Even when it’s not?” “Pretty, or inspiring, or particularly happy.” “And even if you aren’t strong enough to have these conversations yourself alone?” “I shouldn’t be afraid of letting you see the broken pieces of me, because you’ve promised to join them together with yours.” My face goes red. I feel selfish. He’s latched my other hand to the bedpost, has that one in his hand, and brings his other hand to cup my face. I blush harder, I’m feeling inadequate and foolish and like I don’t deserve him.
“Can you count to ten?” He’s staring deep in my eyes. His beautiful blue eyes are piecing into me, sending chills down my spine. I nod. He makes no movement. He’s waiting to hear my voice. I would have opted for five, but thinking on it again, this was a particularly troublesome ordeal. In a way, I was using him to sort through my traumas this time. Decisively, I say “Yes, Daddy.” Grabbing my body by my waist, he lifts me and flips me around. My arms are crossed against one another. “Good girl. Are you ready?”
Breathless, I muster a “Yes,” in response, followed shortly by a yip. I buck my hips forward and try to hide my face. I’m whimpering as he drifts the cane over my spine, and guides my head to look at him. “I thought you said you could count to ten?” I blush. “I’m sorry, I was just startled. I had forgotten how much the cane hurt.” He smiles devilishly. “Good. I don’t think I positioned you well, darling love. Allow me to fix that.”
He grips different parts of my body, and eventually settles on placing me in a pose that I associate with pouncing during a hunt. He’s moved me closer to the headboard, so my breasts can be placed immediately under my arms. He’s lifted my ass up so all of my weight is resting on my knees or my chest. Haur has also spread apart my thighs just so, and I could feel the line of lubricant which has recently dripped from my orifice attach itself to my thighs.
“You’ve been such a sloppy little slut, huh? You just can’t help getting excited when Daddy comes out to play, can you?” “I- I.” I yelp, then take a couple of deep breaths, and grunt. “You’re losing opportunity, you bad little girl. Every strike that you do not count aloud will have to be struck over again. You know Daddy’s rules.” He strikes me again. I whimper a “Daddyyyy” in response. “Those don’t sound like numbers, my love. If I didn’t know any better, I would hazard a guess that you wanted to be punished this whole time. That you wanted Daddy (he thwacks me again, this time on my lower lips) to take you and ravage your entire body.” He rears up behind me, pulls my lips apart, and brings the cane to them. I give a small shriek. “Is that what I should come to understand? Did you want Daddy to punish you this whole time?”
My head is fuzzy. I don’t know anymore. I’m not sure. I wasn’t even sure that I could actually prove that he was the key to my second chamber. All I can do is whisper “I’m sorry.” He’s going to feel all sorts of ways. This is the one thing he has yet to conquer: my demons. They’re unpredictable, and we can never tell when I have control over them, or they me.
At my words, he’s made quick work of my binds, and pulled me into his lap. “Oh, sweet love.” He’s chosen to refrain from saying much more than that. He’s moving to grab robes for the both of us, and once we don them, I repeat our safewords. I bury my face in his chest, grip the lapels on his robe, and I say it over and over again. Not because I want him to stop anything. He’s done his job well.
“I’m sorry that I’m not enough. I’m sorry that you’re in this position, that you care so much for me but I don’t know how to return it to you. That I’m so indecisive, that I look to you to make judgements on me. I’m sorry that I’m so inadequate, and that I put you through so much turmoil. That I’m selfish and protective of my emotions, no matter how many times you’ve reminded me they’re more than welcome in your presence. I’m sorry” He takes my tear-sodden face in his hands. He allows me to exhaust myself, let my emotions run their course.
He kisses my forehead, right at my temple and above my jewel. He pulls me into him, resting his arms on my shoulders and his chin atop my head. My legs are locked around his torso, and I’m sitting in his lap.
H: Love. Are you afraid of me?
My heart sinks. Dread overcomes me. I can’t – no, I won’t – treat this as though it’s a completely wild question, as though this question has no evidence to support the query. It wasn’t a completely worthless question, so I inhaled and gave him an answer that was as honest as I could muster. “No, lovechild. I’m not afraid of you. But I am afraid of running you off somehow.” I pause. He breathes.
H: How would you possibly do that?
I shake my head, unable to comprehend how I wouldn’t. “Any number of ways. I could get too real, or too serious, all with no end in sight of my troubles and woes. I could fail to tend to your needs and you could choose to distance yourself from me. Fury, you could at any moment decide you’re simply too busy for me, or you no longer wish to be within my company. Your family could decide a Miqo’te would be an absolute miscreant of a choice for you to stay intended to, and you could learn to agree with them. After all, Miqo’tes are only good for one thing, and with how little you know of me, you could learn to believe that all I was to you was an exotic maid-in-waiting.
“I don’t know how it’s going to happen, but what I do know is that it always happens to me. It has always happened to me. Friends came and went from my first home, and the ones I made never seemed to want to stay within my presence for much longer even when they did stay in the village. As time went by, I found no true reason to stay, so I left my home and journeyed to Thanalan. I was on a trip to wherever would have me. And I didn’t realize that Thanalan held much more hatred for people who looked like me than my home did in the first place. So, I covered myself up. I joined the Thaumaturge’s guild for the express purpose of being able to hide my features behind a cowl and a robe. The impossibly baggy and hefty clothing was actually welcome for what I was trying to accomplish.
“I took up my trade, learned more of my class, became an adventurer, and began travelling all of Eorzea because I was running, the entire time. In Thanalan, my kind are seen as exotic, and there are more of us dancing than guarding a gate or tending to a trade in the streets. I was lucky, I found a guild that asked no questions so long as you could prove your worth, prove that you could grind the skills to be successful. Since then, I think I’ve been trying my best to survive. If I wasn’t scared of the idea of nobody caring for what happened to me before, I was scared of that in Thanalan. All I knew was people regarded me highly due to my status as the Warrior of Light, and my rank in the Scions and then Braves. I was not outright ridiculed because of my race once my face became known.
“So I fought, everywhere I went. Because I had no other choice. I had to bury whatever feelings I had deep within myself, and channeled them into my magic. I had no other outlet for my aggression, my anger, the rage that was within me. These were the only safe outlets for me. And, although I made sure that I’d lay my head on the bed of an Inn when I needed rest, I also took to neglecting myself. I entered fight after fight, descended into lair after dungeon after hideout, accepted challenge after challenge.
“That’s why it meant so much to me, the gesture you gave me and Alphinaud and Tataru that night at Camp Dragonhead. You may not have thought much of it, but you speaking triumph into Alphinaud, plus you thinking to bring us warm drinks, was a godsend. Not only did it relieve some of the pressure off my shoulders to instill a fire alight into my comrade, but it allowed me to see you wholly as a multifaceted person. If I’m honest, you may have frequented my mind occasionally before that moment, but that was the moment I knew I could feel safe loving you.”
H: How long have you suspected that I was your mate?
I bury my head in his chest. “Suspected? If we’re going with suspected, that day was a dead ringer. But I had hints far before that.”
H: You knew, didn’t you? Before you asked to use my body as your seal of proof?
I nod. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I- There’s a lot of importance that was placed on this back home. And I didn’t want it to be so important to me. I’m sorry that I wasn’t thinking about how important it would have been to you, too.” “Something about it scares you, doesn’t it?” Startled, I freeze. After a moment of mulling, I nod. I wrap my arms around the layers of muscles lining the sides of his chest. I don’t want him to prod further, I know what he wants to ask. I also don’t want him to go, or this moment to end. I love him, and I want to be closer to him however I can. But what’s about to be said is still a sore spot for me. He kisses the crown of my head, right between my ears.
H: That’s a good girl. Brace yourself against my solid muscles, allow me to be strong for you.
I let out a sob. It’s all so easy, it’s always been this way. I just wouldn’t allow him that pleasure. My legs hike up, squeezing at his ribcage. “I love you.” “There was never a doubt in my mind, as I love you.”
“I’ve known that you were my mate since my heat.” He’s quiet, rubbing circles on my back. I relax some, my legs returning to being wrapped around him. “There’s no reason for anyone to have paid so much attention to that contraption you laid me upon, let alone remembered it. Sure, exceptions could be made for engineers, such as my comrades from the Ironworks. Such an unassuming, but multifunctional structure would get their tinkering minds running like that of a timeclock. If your passion lied in engineering, I have no doubt that would have been the route you would have traveled, and succeeded in far beyond my imagination. But you are a knight, fighting is your chosen calling. I cannot see the need for a knight to have made note of a table with a crane and for that memory to have imprinted onto him, for him to have chosen to seek answers and an understanding of the contraption.
“The only thing that made sense to me was that this was fated. And, much as I resisted my home’s religion, it had a weird way of showing up again. I knew that you were my mate, and I honestly still don’t fully understand exactly what that means. There was always an air about the thing that said mating was tied to … well, reproduction. Much of the time in my village, people would find their mates, and be granted an estate. And before the lady would reach the age where we all knew her heat was well beyond her, their estate would lack vacancies of rooms because, well.” I hazard a glance up, knowing full well that my face is flush beet red.
“Oh, how adorable you are, my love.” He kisses my forehead, making me smile. “Tell me more. In all of my studies of your people, I was never able to render … legitimate sources concerning this ritual. How do people know they are mated, and how does this tie into your religion?” He presses me closer into him, and I can feel a rise. I bring my hands to my mouth, but I can’t stifle a raucous giggle at my finding.
“Ah, I see the manner of reading material which was provided to you for this process! Tell me, how hard was it to hold back that week that I was begging you to throw all caution to the wind?” Haur looks at me with the sternest gaze he can muster. “Babygirl, I asked you a question first.” “But,” before I finish the sentence, I think better of it. His hands are at my still-sore bottom. Hastily I add, “Yes, Daddy.” “Good slut,” he whispers to me. I realize that he wasn’t trying to become worked up, nor was it the thought of our conversation that beckoned a rise. He’s expressed before that, especially when he’s in such close proximity to look and feel all of my delicious curves, it’s hard to not be aroused. Granted, he’s got the same effect on me. He felt my wetness spark anew while he dug his fingers into my ass – hence him calling me a slut. I chose to behave: the conversation was almost over, so I did not make any attempts to relieve my aching.
“We know who our mate is for absolute sure when our second chamber is revealed to us. There are muscles inside all of us, just as there are muscles rippling along our skin. And for my tribe, it is taught that the ultimate test for the proof of a mate is when those muscles are activated during intimate embrace. This is tied into our religion in that we’re also taught that the being that guides us, the hand that created us, destined our compatibility to our mate in every way possible. The religious aspect makes way to explain situations where reproduction is not the most pressing or reasonable avenue, thank Halone. It helps to give sound affirmation to mates of the same sex, mates who cannot reproduce with their organs, people who have more than one mate in their lifetime, and all sorts of things. In my village, I was one of the outliers. I used religion to explain a lot of what was happening in my life, and I started to blame that deferment, and later my religion itself, on my loneliness. Which is honestly neither here nor there – I am a spectacular being, and all of those people who passed up on me were sorely mistaken. :3
“Granted, this all-encompassing acceptance paired with the suspicion that we had only one method of understanding who was our mate meant that there was plenty of scrutiny towards the practice outside of our village. The village was small and truly democratic, so we all looked out for one another, and knew when there was aught amiss with pairs and households. Yet there was discrimination from other tribes, even other villages which fell within the same tribe, on that aspect of the theory. Outsiders could never tell the difference between theory and practice, and would never stay long enough to learn.
“I was never told the other methods to make certain I had found my mate – I found you only after I’d left the village, so I was never able to take part in the rituals which confirmed and announced a Finding.”
H: Do you feel like you’ve missed out? Shall we schedule a visit to the village?
I shook my head. “No matter how much of this I wish I could figure out, I sort of left without a trace nor an intent to be tracked. I had no map – all I knew was I needed to reach an aether crystal, which would have a chokobokeep, who would guide me to the nearest ferry. I landed in a port, and from there I took a ship to the ports of Thanalan, which led me to a carriage that brought me to Ul-dah. I had no maps, no compass, only the stars in the sky. I remember not from whence I came. I hardly remember the name of mine own village.”
“I’m terribly sorry, my love. Forgive my negligence, I hadn’t imagined such a barrier.” I shake my head and look back up at Haurchefant. “It’s not your fault, how could you have known? Don’t worry about it. So, any more questions?” He lifts my face with his index finger.
H: If you have no definitions, what does being mated to me mean to you?
“Oh. I’ve never been asked that before.” He runs his thumb across my cheek at that, a look of sympathy drawing across his features.
“It means that you are bound to me, you are mine in all of the most intimate ways during the time we have in this life.”
H: I can oblige you that much, but there’s one discrepancy. *You* are *mine*.