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His hands on her body felt hotter than the licking flames of the raging campfire but a few yalms away. Calloused palms ran down her chest tantalizingly, nudging off any cloth left in their way until she was left bare and exposed to him.
Everything that led up to this point had been a blur.
Ysayle was watching Estinien clear out the area and set up the tents for their camp while she prepared the ingredients she had gathered and the hare Estinien had slew for her stew. Watching him set up his tent reminded her of her lack of shelter, as she had not expected this expedition to take as long as to require them to set up camp for the night, although, it was not as if she hadn't fared worse, she thought, she'd have to make do with the grassy terrain of the Zenith as her mattress.
"Is something amiss, Lady Iceheart? You have kept your eyes on me for a while now, not planning any sabotages are you?"
Ah, he noticed. Of course he would, otherwise he wouldn't have been awarded the title of Azure Dragoon.
"'Tis nothing for you to fret about, dragoon- and I would be quite grateful if you had stopped calling me that, I am simply Ysayle."
To her words, he let out a scoff leaning on a chuckle, his shoulders jolting up an ilm.
"As if I would ever fret about you, heretic. Only by the Warrior of Light's want that I had not yet struck you down for your misdeeds against Ishgard and her people."
This man, even in moments of quiet and calm, simply had to infuriate her. Ysayle frowned as she decided to focus her attention on preparing the hare than the quips of a bastard-
"Hey."
She cut away the hide.
"Iceheart."
Took out the internal organs.
"Heretic lady!"
"Sweet Saint Shiva- What is it? Speak already!" she bit back at him while cutting down on a joint with more force than necessary.
"Where have you placed your tent bag?"
She merely continued separating the meat from the bones of the limbs.
"I do not have one."
"What do you mean you do not-"
"I have not packed a tent, Estinien, simple as."
He seemed to quiet down for all but five seconds until he burst out laughing, Ysayle's cheeks reddening until they matched a Moogle's pom. Had he not been such a bastard, his laugh might have even been quite charming. But seeing as he is one all his would-be charm was all but a pile of chocobo excrement to her.
"And where, pray tell, are you going to sleep tonight? You do not plan on simply sleeping away out in the elements, are you? Or shall we find you frozen dead in the morning?"
That last comment had struck a nerve with her, and Estinien seemed to have noticed her wince for a moment, uncharacteristically quiet.
"You may sleep in my tent tonight, if you shall want..." he said after a few moments and clearing his throat, forming some sort of a poor excuse of an apology. At least it got a reaction out of her, a confused and flustered one, but a reaction nonetheless.
"Sleep? With you? You forget yourself Ser-"
"Calm yourself, do you truly believe I would lay with you, Lady Iceheart? I am not that desperate."
Ysayle just shooed him away with a wave of her hand as she focused on preparing the broth, the Azure Dragoon's words gnawing at her mind with sacrilegious images she tried but failed to suppress.
"Oh Saint Shiva, I beseech thee... Please... Forgive this vessel- For allowing this body to be tainted and defiled--"
Ysayle prayed in a whisper as she was becoming lost in the mounting pleasure, their companions long asleep after they filled their bellies with her stew, except Estinien who was thrusting himself atop of her.
As each retired to their respective tents, Estinien and Ysayle went into his, which was conveniently just large enough for two. She went in first, awarded some privacy as she disrobed herself to only her underclothes, not wanting to be poked by the metal bits in her coat while she slept. After giving the all clear and snuggling herself under the large blanket, Estinien joined her after taking his own armour and shirt off, clad only in the baggy trousers he wore underneath the leg pieces. Curious, Ysayle sneaked a peak at the figure behind her, who was just now laying down and pulling his side of the blanket on himself. She could not lie, the man was handsome: sharp features, strong jaw, chiselled chin. His eyes were the most striking, they resembled those of a great wyrm, but somehow gentler and blue as glaciers. His hair was a white silver, not too far off from her own, making her subconsciously and weakly grasp at a lock of hers. There was something about him, a gorgeous yet gentle man was hidden behind the cracks of his stoic facade.
Estinien catches her looking at him and raises an eyebrow as he smirks.
"You're staring again, Lady Iceheart."
She only blinks, and not wishing to give him any pleasure in knowing she found him the least bit attractive.
Little did she know of the thoughts going through his head whenever he looked at her, the images alone would probably revolt her- he thought. Ever since their first meeting, Estinien found Lady Iceheart attractive, both in looks and in personality and had they not been in a war, with him on his path of vengeance and her as the enemy Heretic leader, he might have considered courting her. Their journey to the Zenith brought out the best and worst in them, bickering every step of the way, none ever backing down until Alphinaud or the Warrior of Light intervened, though only Estinien knew how it felt to finally meet an equal, who not only opposed him and his views but did so as passionately as him, which sparked a feeling completely unknown to him. Her long snow-white hair, tall stature - although half a head shorter than him -, mesmerising white eyes and icy blue lips did all sorts of things to him, unable to stop images of a home, family, and children from popping into his mind from time to time whenever they took a break. It plagued him every step of the way, and while he tried to be harsher and bite back harder whenever they would bicker in a poor attempt at pushing her away, it only drove the man in him madder for her.
'Cursed woman, she must've bewitched me...'
"You are hogging the blanket, dragoon." She said dismissively, pulling back the bit of blanket he "took" from her and covering herself again, this time not turning her back to him. He also remained laying down facing her, and the two awkwardly attempted to look anywhere but at each other. After a few moments, Estinien seemingly had enough of the tip-toeing around each other and decided to make his move.
"What do you plan on doing after the war is brought to an end?" he asked, his gravelly voice a little softer and genuinely inquisitive.
Ysayle took a few moments to think, "I haven't thought about it much, I must admit... I-" she paused to take in a breath "-There will be much to do, so many to help, so that no more children are left to freeze alone in the snow..."
Estinien hummed in silent acknowledgement, a few moments passing before a chuckle gained his attention and she spoke again.
"It is quite embarrassing to admit this to someone else but... I also wish to be a mother, have children of my own to love and raise, and teach the importance of life and peace..."
Hearing this, he visibly softened, remembering that even though they were on opposing sides, Ysayle- Lady Iceheart- was just another Elezen, like him, and the mention of children only made his thoughts of little ones resembling both him and her running around a home gnaw at him stronger, a smile threatening to pull at the corners of his lips as he particularly imagined holding both her and their newborn babe in bed as the rays of a sunny new day streamed through the windows.
"What about you? What will you do after peace is achieved? Will you still be a dragoon?" she asked in turn, pulling him back from his imagination.
Estinien turned on his back and rested his head facing upwards, hands atop one another on the middle of his chest. "I had lost my family to Nidhogg's rage, 'tis only why I joined the dragoons, and nothing more. Only once I have pierced his vengeful heart will I rest my lance..." he took a moment to sneak a look at Ysayle again and seeing her frown made him feel a little bit of guilt, though he continued "Afterwards, I have no plan, aside from lending a hand in restoring Ishgard, wandering the land, and pay a visit to my late parents and brother in Ferndale..." Estinien gulped, the subject obviously sentimental to him "I wish to make peace with their deaths, and then start a family anew. Nidhogg might have killed them, but that will not be the end of the Varlineaus."
Never would he, the Azure Dragoon of Ishgard, have ever entertained the idea of opening himself up and showing vulnerability to the Heretic Queen of all people, yet here they were, both hoping for something more yet too afraid to vocalise it. Two sides of the same coin they were, through and through.
Ysayle looked at him with a sad smile on her face, moved by his dedication and care, never would've she thought that he was a family man. Maybe he could, they could...
"I... Had thought your last name was Wyrmblood." Is what came out instead, making Ysayle groan inside her mind.
"I took up that name when I took up the lance, but nay, my last name is Varlineau. Estinien Varlineau." He answered simply.
"I see... It is a beautiful name, Varlineau."
The way she spelt his name made his heart soar and mind wander, Ysayle Varlineau, the new Lady of House Varlineau.
"What is yours?"
"Sorry?"
"Your family name, you've been orphaned too, have you not?" Why did he bring up her late family? It was now his turn to groan at his own question. Now was not the time he wanted to spark up an argument and ruin the few moments of respite, not when they were like this.
"I have, yes. I belonged to the Dangoulains, we were breeders and trainers of falcons before the calamity, and the founding family of Falcon's Nest." Ysayle smiled, remembering the few happy moments she still held on from her youth, "There was a time I cared not for anything except my birds of prey and the hunt, believe it or not, dragoon." She smirked, letting out a chuckle and having a laugh with him. This in turn made him give into the smile that was threatening not much earlier, revealing the whites of his teeth. The small dimples in his smile also did not go entirely unnoticed by Ysayle, who found this new expression on him quite charming.
"I must admit, I have trouble imagining you- Lady Iceheart- with a convoy of birds at your heel. Leader of falcons." They both share a laugh, a little more jovial than usual, their bickering now turned into a playful banter. Leader of falcons, he thought, mother of strong healthy children, strong and gracious just as falcons.
"They are lovely birds..."
"I do not doubt that. Though, compared to sheep, I'd much rather raise the latter- just letting them graze while I rest in the fields, in the shade of a nearby tree, so much effort." He ended on a jesting and sarcastic tone.
Ysayle gasped playfully, "You mean to tell me the great Azure Dragoon hailed from sheepherders?"
"The one and only."
As they both laughed, careful as to not wake the others who were sleeping fairly far - though still able to hear louder noises due to the silence of the night - Ysayle could not help but feel disappointment rearing its ugly head. The man before her was truly delightful, and the more she learnt about him, the more she wished this could have all been different: their fates, their circumstances... She wished for more opportunities to be with him, just the two of them, intimate and open instead of argumentative and stubborn. But she could not, she was the reincarnation of Shiva, her will is Her want as She had made Her heart known to Ysayle. And yet, she could not help the feeling of guilt at wanting her own path, and disappointment that she could not have it, especially when that path was alongside his. But he hated her, surely he did, and was only humouring her now, nothing more. The woman he'll choose will be an extremely lucky lady...
Estinien could see her becoming dejected and feared that he might have pushed her away, and in his panic, he quickly came to the decision to stop hiding away and finally ask the question that has been eating at him for a long time now.
"Iceheart-" He paused and took a breath "Ysayle, when the war is over... After we've ended it, would you be by my side?"
For the first time since this all began, since the fires of vengeance were stoked in his heart, he sounded hopeful, and he could feel the lady of frost's gaze on him but was unable to meet her eyes. How was it that out of all people and monsters, she was the one to bring the almighty Azure Dragoon to his knees?
"A-are you asking for my hand in marriage?" Ysayle asked after a few moments in somewhat of a hopeful whisper of her own.
It was not the response he was expecting, but by the Mighty Fury was he relieved it was not the disgust or repulsed rejection he was dreading.
"Nay, only for a promise."
Following his reply, Ysayle leant on her elbow for support and lifted herself, hovering just above Estinien, who had just now regained his bravery and looked her in the eyes.
They leant towards each other and pressed their lips into a chaste kiss, hesitant and unsure, but intimate and pure nonetheless as they were each other's firsts.
"Shall we... Shall we seal this promise?" Ysayle asked in a hushed whisper after they separated from their kiss, their faces only a few ilms apart. Estinien's hand left hand was now cupping her cheek, rubbing it gently with his calloused thumb and enjoying these moments of intimate respite. It all felt unreal and as if it was a dream, and maybe just this once, he'll allow himself to be a dreamer.
"Seal it how?" Estinien replied, lifting himself as well by pushing his upper body off the cushions and resting on his right elbow, meeting her lips again, this time a little more passionately.
Ysayle began cautiously running her hands on his chest, ready to pull back if he rejected her advances, but her actions only made him lean more on her and in turn, snake his hands to the small of her back and pull her closer until their chests were pressing against each other, kissing her neck as she wrapped her arms around his neck and writhed. He took this opportunity to slither a hand under her grey leather vest and firmly grab one of her breasts, his mind going crazy at its softness and size. The little noise of surprise she made when he squeezed her made him groan with pleasure, stopping his ministrations to furiously remove the last bits of clothing on her and reveal what he wanted to see the most. He first removed her skirt and panties, throwing them uncaringly at the end of the tent and pushing up the rest of her leather vest to reveal her hips. He laid her back on the cushions and leant down, biting and kissing her thighs and belly, then spreading her legs and burying his face in her core. Ysayle could not contain herself from moaning, covering her mouth quickly thereafter as he explored her with his tongue. She never believed he could be so... vulgar. Not that she was complaining. He only spent a few seconds licking and kissing at her entrance, wishing he could spend more but his smallclothes felt tighter with every passing moment.
He lifted himself suddenly and roughly unclasped her grey leather vest that has been teasing her cleavage ever since he first met her, letting her breasts fall free in one swift motion. It was as if he struck gold, plump and perfect, he could not contain himself and went directly to sucking and biting and fondling them- As he did so he laid down on top of her, his hips nestling themselves between her legs and his erection pressing hard against her wet core. Ysayle could barely keep up, the pleasure she had never felt before threatening to make her moans spill out in loud yelps and awaken their comrades. She arched her back as if to encourage him to keep going, to keep sucking harder, biting harsher and fondling faster, now having moved to her other breast, her hands went down and she hooked her fingers around the hem of his trousers, weakly attempting to push them down. As soon as he realised what she was doing he rose and pushed them down in two swift motions together with his smallclothes, his erection springing out from the tight garments. It was long and girthy and uncut, with veins clearly defined and running up the shaft. From his crotch to just underneath his belly button ran a trail of silver-white hair that matched the one on his head, his sack in proportion to the size of his penis, and the tip red and dripping with precum.
"You're staring, Ysayle. It's the third time tonight." He taunted with a smirk, still on his knees and not quite sitting. She paid no mind to his words and instead sat up too, dragging her legs underneath her and raising up on her knees. She was such a sight, her beautiful and defiant face now red with blush and eyes full of lust, her fair skin peppered with bites and hickeys from his ministrations, especially around her chest and breasts. Hips plump and wide, just perfect for siring children- Now that he could see her better, she was actually quite gawky, the outlines of her ribs clearly defined through her skin. Estinien wrapped his arms around her waist protectively and pulled her closer, resting his forehead on hers.
"When you're Lady Varlineau, I shall make sure you eat properly. No lady of mine will be left wanting." He said firmly, eyes closed as his nose rubbed hers. She chuckled and reciprocated his gentle movements, silently approving with a hum. After a few moments of tranquillity, he took her lips in his and squeezed her behind making Ysayle let out a high-pitched and humorous yelp in her throat, surprised and amused by his boldness. As their tongues danced an inexperienced yet lustful dance, her hands found their way to his erect penis and began touching it gently, making him groan and lean in more for a moment. As they became more comfortable she began swirling the pad of her index finger on the tip of his cock, lubricating it slightly with the beads of precum forming at the opening, making him squeeze her arse harder and bite at her bottom lip. He was becoming impatient, and so he suddenly pulled back from their kiss, lips connected with a string of saliva until it broke away and he took her hands to show her how to please him. Estinien wrapped her hands around his girthy cock and slowly moved them up and down, almost making him buckle from the pleasure alone. Although it was both of their firsts, it was still quite embarrassing to have every little movement make him lose his mind. After a few guided pumps, he let go of her hands and cupped her cheeks, pressing his forehead against hers once again, although this time with furrowed eyebrows and a face twisted with pleasure. They both breathed rapid breaths as she began pumping faster, squeezing harder as he too started thrusting into her hands. He couldn't- he was going to reach his limit- not now, not only from this- So instead he suddenly pulled back and bent down, wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling quickly, spreading her legs around his hips as she fell on her back and onto the cushions underneath. Ysayle yelped and gasped, chuckling after realising what was going on.
"Eager, Ser Varlineau, eager!~" She taunted but not for long. If she was going to be a brat, he will teach her how to behave.
Hoisting her legs over his shoulders, he began kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, leaving behind a trail of teeth marks and hickeys, making her moan wantingly with each bite. He looked down at her as she laid there, moaning and whimpering from his actions, from him. Sweet Halone, what a blessing this sight was. No conjuring of his imagination could match the sight in front of him- the love of his life lost in pleasure, her silky white hair splayed around underneath her like a halo, her soft and fair-skinned body bare for only him to see. He had a saint underneath him, and The Twelve will he sin under their watchful gaze tonight. It drove him mad.
He dropped the leg off the shoulder of his dominant hand as he pumped his cock a few times, nowhere near her touch, although inexperienced, it felt ten times more euphoric. She watched as he pulled at his cock one last time, revealing the plump head as he pulled the skin back, and she could not help but feel intoxicated with lust. He leant down, supporting himself with his elbow which he rested next to her head, rolling her hips upwards for him to easily access. They both couldn't take their eyes off each other as Estinien rubbed the head of his penis up and down her folds, both groaning from the teasing, him taking the time to do a few languid thrusts, rubbing the underside of his cock between her folds, driving them both insane. Ysayle wrapped one of her arms around his neck and gasped feeling him suddenly press himself in, only his head making it past her folds for now. Every little noise drove him closer to madness. There were no words between them, just breathless moans, the lustful groans of Estinien and the wantonly whimpers of Ysayle.
Estinien, feeling the opposition from her core, decided to retract his hips just a little until the head of his penis was resting just outside her hole, before using his dominant hand again, this time to spread her folds open. As soon as he secured his entrance, he lifted her leg back up on his shoulder again, laying over her once more to kiss her before resting his forehead against hers and snapping his hips in one sharp motion.
Gods, the yell Lady Iceheart let out underneath him rivalled his own guttural roar of pleasure, though hers worried him as it was laced not only with lust but pain. Had he done something wrong? Had he harmed her? He would never forgive himself-
His thoughts were stopped in their tracks as she quickly wrapped herself around his neck, whimpering and gasping for air.
"I hope... I hope we have not woken the others..." She said weakly, trying to be playful.
"Have I harmed you? Shall we stop?" Estinien asked, still unmoving from his thrust, his cock nestled halfway through her core.
Ysayle quickly shook her head and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"I shall be fine... I had been told... Many women find their firsts painful... Worry not, my love."
My love, she said. Him. And who was he to deny her pleas to continue, certainly not a holy man, nor a saint, just another sinner giving into his primal need to fuck, and breed, and mate-
With not a second longer, he pulled his hips back and snapped his hips forward again, eliciting a sharp inhale from Ysayle through her teeth, this time able to fit more than just half of his cock. She was so tight around him, her walls plush but squeezing on his penis. His first few thrusts were languid, desperately holding back the beast within him that wished only to take, though all his efforts were all for nought as when he saw the streaks of blood running on his cock, something within him snapped and all restraint went to the Seven Hells.
Estinien began thrusting himself in and out, his pace quickly picking up as he lifted his hips and immediately slammed them back down, caring not for the loud and wet slapping noises as their hips connected. He was grunting and moaning like a wild animal, losing himself to the pleasure of the woman below, who too was struggling to hold her yelps in as he fucked her. He could have never imagined how good this would feel, it was malms and malms better than any of the stories of comrades back in Ishgard who visited the brothels of the Brune, especially as it was with the woman he loved and not some random shag.
"Oh Saint Shiva, I beseech thee... Please... Forgive this vessel- For allowing this body to be tainted and defiled--"
"Estinien..." She let out a breathless, wanting moan. Dear Halone, how good his name sounded on her lips, he must make sure to hear it like this more often. He prayed silently as he leant back suddenly, her arms falling to her sides from his neck, dropping her legs at each side of him as he kept thrusting into her. As quickly as they were down, he sat back up on his knees and lifted her waist off the ground while her back was still on the cushions. The moment he lifted her waist he began pistoning himself again, not allowing Ysayle to adjust to the new position before he went right back to slamming himself into her tight and sensitive hole. She yelped gutturally as she arched her back and threw back her head into the pillows, hands grasping at everything and anything in an attempt to ground herself, her legs shaking and trying to find stability as the man battered her insides. With each thrust her breasts bounced, and with each thrust the tighter the knot in her abdomen became. She had never felt this way before, but she was both afraid and excited to see it through. Watching her breasts bounce made Estinien lean down and kiss right in between them, still thrusting for a few more moments as they both moaned, but before Ysayle could move her hands to hold his head in between them he rolled them over, with her on top of him and him underneath.
Ysayle attempted to lift herself up but before she could he gripped down on her hips and forcefully brought her back down on his cock, making her let out a choked gasp. How was it that with every new position, it all felt so different and yet so familiar - as if every single way he had her was made just for the two of them. Nevertheless, Ysayle could not wonder too much as her lover wrapped his arms around her in a crushing embrace, squeezing her in place as he thrust in her again, more rapidly and powerfully than before, probably thanks to the new leverage...
The new movements made her lose her mind, to all Hells with keeping it quiet, she could not control her moans and yelps any longer as she was lost to the pleasure between her legs, feeling each thrust of Estinien's cock press against her cervix as if it desperately wanted in. The pain was long gone, and all that was left was just the pure euphoria of the first night between two lovers. It seemed as if he knew when the knot in her abdomen was close to snapping as it was then - when nearing - that he changed their positions. She had not been atop him more than a few minutes before he took her lips into his, stood up, pushed her off his cock and turned her around before shoving himself back in again, now slamming into her tight hole from behind, making her nearly topple over had it not been for his face nestled in the crook of her neck, kissing and sucking and biting, and his hands grabbing desperately, one at her waist - pushing her hips back to meet his, and one firmly latched onto a breast and pressing her back into his chest.
Ysayle was completely lost to the pleasure, watching as every thrust made a small dent in her abdomen and then throwing her head back as she fell back into his arms and let him fuck her as he so pleased, there was nowhere she would have rather been than right there in his arms.
Estinien himself was long gone, replaced instead with an animalistic desire that nobody had seen before, seeking only to make sure his seed fills his mate. His more powerful thrusts were met with grunts as he tried to insert himself even deeper inside her, slamming down her cervix until it opens and takes him in.
He could feel his own climax approaching, and in a frenzy, he throws her forward on all fours, both hands gripping her hips tightly, his knuckles turning white, as he slammed her back on his cock mid-thrust, accelerating his already punishing thrusts, her breasts shaking violently. Their moans began matching in pace and Estinien leant down to press his chest against her back, gripping tightly on her breasts as he pulled her back roughly when he saw her attempt to lay down, making her yelp in surprise. They kissed as he fondled her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples, hearing her sweet high pitched moans in her throat as he shoved his tongue in to capture hers and snapped his hips.
So close, he was so close, with every moment he felt his pleasure just in reach of the peak, so tantalising. He shot back and let her fall on the cushioned foot of the sleeping mat, her hands tightly clasping at the cloth, nails digging in as her face was pressed against the mat, poorly attempting to hide her moans.
Suddenly, Ysayle yelped.
"MOAN. I want to hear you moan." He growled in a low and dangerous tone as he pulled her head back by her hair. Usually, this would've been painful for Ysayle, but now the pain just fueled her pleasure and made that knot constrict tighter.
"Estinien... Estinien harder... Please harder..." She yelped weakly, feeling him push her down and press her entire body against the mat, laying down on top of her and pistoning his hips into her, fucking her violently against the floor, hand still grabbing at her hair. He yanks it back a little, eliciting a moan.
"Ysayle... Ysayle fuck" He groaned into her ear, feeling himself just in reach of his peak. One last attempt to have that sweet cervix open for him. He leant back and grabbed one of her wrists, almost throwing her on her back as he tossed her back on the cushions, yanking her around and wrapping his arms around her back, not giving her even a moment to catch her breath until he was in her again.
He was ruthless, his embrace was crushing and his hips were punishing, harsh sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin could surely be heard for yalms away outside their tent, but he did not care, not when he was this close to...
The thought of it, of Ysayle round and heavy with child, his child, his seed.
Just around below the head of his penis felt tighter, a lot tighter than before, and the sudden pained yelp from the woman underneath him confirmed his thoughts: she had finally opened herself up to him. The fact that he fucked her into her womb... The thought itself was enough to break him. His entire body constricted and caged Ysayle in as if she was some prey, her hole stuffed to the brim with his thick shaft. The choked gasps, the pleas, the yelps - it was all too much for Estinien, his mind only focused on reaching his peak, his hips thrusting in and out of her womb with ease now that her cervix gave in. Ysayle was scratching at his back and the lines left behind were red and sore, not that Estinien minded, it only showed how good he made her feel, to be clawing at his back as she felt that knot twist to a near-painful degree, and then - it snapped.
She let out one last high-pitched cry as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling and locking him in. A long and lustful moan left her after a deep inhale, very obviously spent, her juices running out and coating his cock, not as if he needed any extra lubrication. Not a moment later he reached the peak speed of his thrusts until he snapped himself harshly into her, his entire cock shoved in and pressing against the back wall of her womb as he spilt his hot seed inside, a guttural roar escaping him as he reached his climax and thrust himself in and out a few more times, making sure she takes it all. He kept his cock inside her womb, now filled with his hot semen which threatens to spill out due to the sheer volume, both exhausted and trying to catch their breaths and make sense of the ordeal.
A few peaceful moments pass, just panting and holding each other, both sweating profusely from the intense sex.
"Estinien?..."
Ysayle asked meekly only to realise the bastard fell asleep on top of her. And he was heavy. And his cock was still inside- seriously now how long is he going to keep it in there?!
She sighed and left the bickering for when they wake up, opting to rather embrace him gently and caress his head. His sleeping form seems so... peaceful now, and with her caresses, it seems that he may even be smiling. What a sight, she wishes that soon she might see this again, not once, or on occasion, but every waking day and night. Before sleep also claimed her, she felt the two muscular arms of the man on top of her snake gently around her back and hold her protectively, eliciting a loving smile as she pulled the blanket back on top of them both.