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Being the Warrior of Light and having her face known throughout the realm sometimes comes with a downside. Like the fact that Herja can't simply leave an official event way ahead of time just because she is a bit bored.
She looks down at her almost empty wine and wonders if she should get one more glass when she feels a presence close to her.
"People watching? Or are you counting the minutes until we can leave?" comes the smooth voice of Estinien from right behind her, and Herja leans back with a small sigh, taking care to keep a pleasant smile on her face for anyone who might look in their direction.
"These functions are always so damn long," she mutters quietly under her breath. They are here as a favor to their friend, though, and even if Herja would simply like to go home, she knows it means a lot to Aymeric that they are. "I hate to say it, but we should probably stay at least until after the first few courses."
Behind her, Estinien lets out a non-commital sound, but she feels him nod anyway. "That will be a while," he notes, and Herja lets out a chuckle. A pleasant shudder goes through her every time he talks to her in this particular voice. The one he uses when he is about to do something he knows to be inappropriate. At least according to most of Isghard, and undoubtedly the majority of attendants that are here on Aymeric's behest tonight. Only Estinien had never put much stock in what Ishgard expects from him aside from his duty as its protector.
"Well, food isn't going to be served for another hour at least. You could always make sure I don't get bored until then."
The words are barely out of her mouth when Estinien already moves. He takes her hand in his before escorting her away from people. There may be the one or other pair of eyes on them, but he makes sure to pace his steps, so it doesn't look like they are rushing away.
The empty side room he leads her to is not too far away, and when he closes the door behind them, Herja gives him a questioning look.
"If you are planning what I think you are, this might be a bit too risky," she points out. There are no locks on the doors, and she knows a good few people have seen them leave through this door, after all.
Estinien only lets out a small scoff before he takes her arm again and keeps walking.
"I am not that careless," he says before pushing a curtain aside and opening a glass door behind it.
With a knowing look, he nudges her through the door outside and onto a small balcony. It faces away from the street, and Herja realizes quickly that it's too small to be used for anything during festivities. Behind them, Estinien pulls the curtain back into place and the glass door shut as well as he can from the outside before he turns to her and pulls her close.
The evening air is chill, but pressed against his warm body, Herja doesn't mind. He bends down far enough to kiss her. It starts sweet, but then his teeth catch her lip, and when she lets out a small moan, Estinien draws back. His hands are on her shoulders, turning her firmly around before he moves them further into the corner next to the door.
"Are you certain no one will bother us out here?" Herja gasps as he presses her against the stone wall, his hands running over her body much more insistingly now.
"Quite," comes Estinien's short reply before his lips are busy trailing along the edge of her scales. "Besides, you know full well you would enjoy someone mistakenly stumbling upon you while I make you come apart, so maybe you just need to get a little loud at the right moment."
His breath is hot against her nape, and Herja shudders as his words send another wave of arousal through her. She knows he is mostly jesting, but the thought is certainly a potent one.
"That would be quite the scandal."
A dark chuckle runs through Estinien, and she can feel the shake of his laughter against her back.
"Ishgard is quite used to those; we'd fit right in."
One of his hands slides down her side, following her curves through her tight dress. He grabs the base of her tail, pushing it to the side, and then his hand slips under her skirt, fingers teasing along the line of her panties.
"You tempt me into this, and yet you still bother with wearing these," he complains playfully, slipping two fingers beneath the fabric and pulling a little until it snaps back against her skin.
"I thought that when being invited to something official by the Lord Commander, I should at least try to be appropriately dressed," Herja gasps. She arches her back as Estinien's hand slides around her thigh, rubbing over her folds through the thin fabric.
He lets out a low hum, coaxing more gasps from her before he unceremoniously drags her panties to the side. "I think I've had enough of being proper for one night."
His fingers slide through her already slick folds, and Herja stifles a moan as she pushes back against his touch.
"No need to draw things out and prepare me," she gets out between gasps, urging her body against his in an unmistakable invitation.
Estinien is a lot larger than she is. Tall and muscular, he looks almost like a giant next to her small and petite form. There are moments when he takes ample time to prepare her, but tonight she wants something different. Herja enjoys the difference between them, appreciates the fact that his cock is slightly too big to be effortlessly comfortable. The feeling of being pushed to her limits around him never ceases to amaze her, and sometimes she enjoys it far more if she is less prepared. Today, worked up as she already is, is definitely one of those moments.
"I see," Estinien murmurs behind her, and without warning, three of his fingers push roughly inside her wet heat. A low growl falls from his mouth at how ready she is for him. "You are going to have a hard time keeping quiet."
Breathlessly, Herja laughs softly, glancing at him over her shoulder. "I am sure you can think of some things to keep me quiet if you have to."
She knows just how to get under his skin, and with another growl, Estinien takes his fingers away. She can hear him undoing his pants just before he grabs her and turns her around. His hands are on her hips, lifting her up like she weighs nothing before he crowds her against the wall. Herja wraps her arms around his neck, steadying herself with her legs around his hips and moaning softly in anticipation when he grabs his cock and guides it to her entrance without hesitation. The tip alone feels huge against her, it does so every time, and Herja holds her breath for a moment as he starts to push inside. She bites the inside of her cheek to keep herself from making a thoroughly indecent and far too loud noise when her body stretches around him to accommodate his size.
Through her skin-tight dress, Herja can see the bulge on her belly forming as he pushes further and further, forcing her tight cunt to take in all of him, no matter how difficult.
"You take me so well," Estinien groans as he bottoms out, pushing her harder against the wall in the process. He holds her up with one hand while the other is on her stomach now, feeling the evidence of his claim on her from the outside.
The cold out on the balcony is entirely forgotten by now. Instead, they exchange heated kisses, trying to muffle the sounds they make against each other's lips as Estinien takes her with long, languid thrusts, each making her feel his size acutely as he fills her to the brim. His hand on her stomach slides lower, fingers sliding between her folds, and it takes him only a few practiced strokes until Herja's fingers clench into his clothes, and he seals his lips over hers to swallow her cry as she comes shaking around him.
Estinien doesn't slow down, and Herja catches her breath, still clinging to him, moving her hips in turn with him as good as she can. Sometimes, he stops just before he finishes, lets her get on her knees for him so he can come in her mouth. It's by far the easiest way to make sure they leave no evidence of what they have been doing when they sneak away like this. But not tonight, it seems. Estinien's eyes are almost feral as he speeds up, his thrusts getting both harder and a bit irregular now.
"Come on," Herja encourages him, cupping his face with her hands and drawing him close, so her lips brush over his, catching his heavy breaths and pants with kisses.
"I am going to make a mess out of you," Estinien gets out with a growl. "Fill you up so deeply you're going to wonder the entire evening if it might take."
His movement stutters for a second, and then he comes with a deep groan, kissing her once again harshly to muffle the sound. Herja moans into the kiss as she feels his hot release deep inside her, and for a moment, neither of them moves. They stay as they are, clinging tightly to each other while absorbed in their kiss. It's only when faint music sounds through the still slightly open door that they both remember where they are, and with a satisfied sigh, Estinien draws back.
"We probably shouldn't go missing for the entire evening," Herja murmurs with a smile as his hands are back on her thighs, and he helps to get her to stand on her own two feet again before he starts to fix his clothes.
"We could. If you are ready to deal with the consequences."
Estinien sounds completely serious, his eyes sparking with mischief, but Herja knows that Aymeric appreciates both of their presence, and with a small sigh, she shrugs.
"We'll manage to hold out a little bit longer, have some good food and then make an appropriate exit," she says with a grin of her own.
Before she can completely fix up her clothes, Estinien is suddenly close again, his hand trailing up the inside of her thigh once more. His nimble fingers brush over her still sensitive sex until he grasps the hem of her panties, slowly pulling them back into place.
"You might have to put some effort in if you don't want to mess these up," he tells her in a low voice before he drags his fingers over the fabric, pressing it slightly against her entrance. "Especially when you sit down for dinner."
A fresh wave of arousal runs through her at his actions, and Herja licks her lips as she gazes up at him.
"That would be very indecent of me," she agrees, basking in the heat she can see in his gaze.
"Who knows," Estinien murmurs, teasing her once again through the fabric. "If you manage to keep all of me inside of you, I might just give you more on the way home."
When Herja gasps again under his touch, Estinien leans back and pulls her skirt back down before offering her his arm.
"I shall be on my best behavior then," Herja manages with a hint of breathless laughter as she takes his arm and lets him lead her back inside.
'Who knows,' he said, but Herja knows just as well as Estinien does that no matter what she does, their way home through the empty streets of Isghard at night will be eventful regardless.