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“Exarch.” Serafina says, a gentle smile on her face and warmth lacing her voice; he has to duck his head and remind himself to breathe. “Trust me when I say that I want this.”
An assurance that undoes him, spoken by the person he longs for the most. How could he ever deny her anything?
A better man who knew what the Exarch knew might have said no; would have resisted the temptation and turned her away from the moment he caught that heated spark in her eye, would have averted his gaze from the flush of freckled cheeks and the dart of her pink tongue wetting her lips.
Alas, it was many years since the Exarch considered himself a good man. The part of him that once responded to ‘G’raha Tia’ has been stirring ever since she arrived, helplessly reaching for her, resolve slipping a little further from him every time he’s thrown into turmoil from something as simple as her hand on his arm.
The soft expression on her face, the trust shining in those blue eyes — the Exarch has to duck his head. What she sees in him, he does not know.
But still he nods, swings the doors to his private chambers open and prays that he won’t have too many regrets come morning.
“If you wish to go through with this, I will have to bind your eyes. I cannot reveal my face for reasons I cannot tell you,” the Exarch murmurs. He half hopes that such a condition might make her reconsider but she watches him steadily, the corner of her mouth curling up in amusement.
“I figured as much.” Serafina moves closer to him and reaches for his jaw, cupping it tenderly. “Allow me this much then, before you do what you must.”
He exhales sharply right before her lips touch his, a rush of nerves and excitement leaving him all at once. Her mouth is so, so soft. It’s by all rights not a kiss that should be shared by two people looking for something physical, the gentleness of it conveying a deeper meaning that he cannot ponder lest his heart breaks then and there.
This kiss is one for lovers.
Serafina shudders underneath him, places a hand over the fabric of his cloak right over the crystal part of his chest and parts her lips a fraction — he hesitates for a moment before delving deep with his tongue, suppressing a groan at the way she eagerly responds.
Every nerve ending in his body lights up and it feels like he’s set on fire for the brief moment when it all overwhelms him; the kiss transforms as without thinking he pushes forward, cups Serafina’s face and tilts his head to get deeper, greedily chasing the taste of her with his tongue until his head spins.
To his great surprise Serafine surges back, fists her hands in the fabric of his robes and draws him closer. She tugs at it like she wants to tear it off — a far cry from the shyness he might have imagined. The Exarch isn’t sure he’s ever felt so desired and the feeling is entirely foreign, settles in his gut and intensifies his lust.
When they part they’re both panting and Serafina is flushed down to her neck, chest heaving.
“The taste of you, Serafina...” The words come out in a deep rumble; he barely recognizes his own voice, but it appears to do something to Serafina. Her eyes widen slightly and her lips part; a smirk slowly stretches across his mouth.
Do you like my voice, I wonder? Resolved to test his theory — he is nothing if not thorough — the Exarch sets to work binding Serafina’s eyes. As he does he brushes his fingers over her face, rubs a thumb over her cheek and in a flash of dizzy desire dips it between her parted lips.
From there time ceases to exist; once her eyes are bound the Exarch can relax a little more. Clothes fall away in between kisses and while he is careful to angle himself such that she cannot get a hold of his tail, he allows her to explore his body as much as she desires.
And she does so eagerly, only stopping briefly over the crystalline parts as if to ask him for permission and when he doesn’t protest she indulges freely. Serafina treats him like he’s whole still, doesn’t recoil at the cool feel of crystal interrupting his skin.
“Does it hurt?” She asks, sweeping her hands over his chest in a broad gesture.
“No,” he mumbles.
“Good.” The smile that blooms on her face makes him look away and swallow dryly.
Always so warm and loving. He ought to have known.
When he can’t take it anymore the Exarch lifts her up, putting her down on the bed with a growl and Serafina laughs in delight. She glows underneath him, skin flushed and hair a silken spill against the mattress. It was long since he saw it unbound; it makes her look carefree in a way that tugs at his heart.
He crawls onto the bed with her, hesitates at his next request — while the blindfold has lessened his worry, he is still a little uncertain. As if sensing his nerves, Serafina blindly gropes around for his hand until she finds it, squeezing it once.
“May I ask you to turn around?”
“I could, especially if it makes you feel better,” Serafina murmurs and he brings her hand to his lips, ghosts his lips over her knuckles.
“Only if you want to.”
In response she twists until she’s laying on her belly, legs kicked up. Clad in only her underwear it makes for an enticing sight, makes him swallow dryly as he commits every part of her to memory — but it is what she says after she turns that he knows will stick with him forever.
“I rather like you ordering me around, actually.”
It’s muffled into the pillow. His ear flicks and he burns inside, the implications of her words making a thousand different scenarios explode in his mind’s eye.
“Serafina.” The Exarch leans down and breathes by her ear, taking in the way a full-body shudder runs through her. “You will tell me if you are at any point uncomfortable, will you not?”
She nods obediently and he smiles, even though she cannot see it.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “And if you wish to end this encounter…?”
“I shall say ‘Amaro’.” Serafina says it confidently and that eases some of the worry nagging at him, makes him reward her with a light brush of his lips along her neck. His fingers quickly follow up where his mouth has just been, dancing along her skin.
He runs his hand from the nape of her neck down her spine, idly playing with the hem of her panties. Serafina is breathing heavy, moaning quietly when he rubs at the fabric covering her. That she would let him — he struggles to accept it, almost, but when she wiggles her hips in invitation all hesitation melts away.
“Wicked white,” he mumbles, licking his lips as he pulls her underwear down. “So lovely. So wet. Would that I could bring you pleasure every day, every hour, until the world melts away. It is the least you deserve.”
He has to get his mouth on her, simply has to, buries his face between her folds with a deep groan. Serafina arches her back with a drawn-out sigh, pushes back and the Exarch relishes the taste of her on his tongue. Making her feel good is all he can think of, mind hazy as he works his mouth over her.
Through two-parts enthusiasm and one part determined exploration he manages to bring her over the edge, reaching around her and placing his crystal hand over her swollen clit. There’s little finesse to his movements but they do the trick nonetheless — Serafina cries out, muscles tensing before a shudder goes like a wave through her.
“That’s it,” the Exarch mumbles, exhilaration coloring his words. “Come for me, you do it so well. So sweet for me, my Serafina, I hope it feels good.”
She moans incoherently and the Exarch swears quietly, undoing the fastenings on his breeches and taking himself in hand.
“Serafina,” he whispers and she whines at that. “Do you want to keep going?”
“Yes.”
With a little shuffling around she gets on her hands and knees, supporting herself on her elbows. The Exarch runs a hand down her back, breath hitching with the swell of affection that rises in his breast. It mingles with desire, enveloping him in a unique form of warmth that he’s never felt before.
He lines himself up behind her, teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock and sucking in air when Serafina turns her head so he can see the encouraging smile on her face, a bit wobbly post-orgasm.
“Please,” she says and he sinks inside.
His hips stutter and he groans out loud, eyes falling shut. It’s the closest thing he’s felt to divinity, being close to her like this. He’s close already — he won’t last, especially not with how slick and tight she fits onto his cock.
“You take me so well, sweet Serafina.” She clenches around him and he pulls out only to drive back in. “Listen to my voice and I’ll make you feel good. There is nothing else I want but to make you feel good right now, to make you come in my arms —“
The air is stifling, smelling only of sex and the Exarch leans over her to press a kiss to her shoulder. Her skin tastes of salt and he opens his mouth a little, lets his teeth graze her as he thrusts in. Serafina presses herself up on her arms, shaking a little; the shift in position enables him to get even deeper.
“You feel incredible,” the Exarch pants, driving into her over and over. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mixed with Serafina’s keening moans. He barely knows what words leave him anymore; encouragements and affirmations both fall from his lips in a jumbled mess as something coils tight inside him.
Serafina’s pleasure comes first however and with a murmur of ‘won’t you come for me again, show me how good you can make yourself feel’ she reaches down between her legs, throwing her head back when she finds a rhythm that sees her shake apart.
It makes her tighten around him — a flutter around his cock that makes him grab hold of her hips and lose himself in her tight, wet heat, makes him bite down on his lower lip as he chases release.
“Exarch,” Serafina hiccups, voice thick with want yet laced with gentleness. “Exarch.”
She doesn’t have to say more; he fucks into her in with short, deep thrusts and then once he can’t take it anymore, cresting the edge, he pulls out just in time to paint the backside of her thighs with his come.
Serafina falls back down on her elbows and he takes in the sight of her, the tantalizing curve of her back, her tousled hair, his seed marking her. He commits everything to memory, carefully cupping a hand over her swollen cunt and smiling at the pleased sigh he gets in response.
Regretfully and sooner than he’d like, he dons his robe and his cowl again, adjusting his clothes carefully before he sets to work unbinding her eyes.
Once she’s free to look at him again she turns around, eyes shining with an emotion he dare not name. She reaches for him, drawing him down into a brief kiss.
“This…” She clears her throat, lips quirking up. “This I could stand to do more times.”
The Exarch nods quietly.
His heart weighs heavy in his chest.