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"You think you know a woman." Himmel leaned back in his chair, his blue eyes scanning the room for a moment. "You venture north to the edge of the land, spend a decade on the road—you even defeat the Demon King only to realize that you've never really seen how glorious she could look."
The statement passed over Frieren, her mind absorbing it to review later. Across the dance floor from where they sat there was an elegant young woman with long, purple flowing hair and a very well suppressed mana output. If not for hundreds of years doing the same even Frieren wouldn't have noticed. The skill to hold it rarely found its way into the hands of a human so young…
Himmel waved his hand in front of her face, wiggling his fingers. "Is something the matter?"
The distraction passed and she had time to catch up with the earlier statement Himmel had made. Frieren couldn't recall a time when Himmel witnessed her dressed for any fancy occasion. There had been no need for them to while on their campaign. With the way Himmel's eyes fixated on her now, she knew he regretted not getting the chance to sooner.
He had a habit of smiling at the sight of Frieren, but mirth radiated off him tonight. She smiled back as she cut into a thick piece of cake on her plate using the side of her fork and shoveled the piece into her mouth.
"It's nothing. You seem to be having the time of your life over there, though," Frieren said through her mouth full of cake.
"It's because I've never seen you look as lovely as you do tonight." His elbows caused the wood of the table to creak. The Goddess medallion affixed to the knot of his necktie glimmered in the candlelight.
Frieren pressed a hand to her cheek, feigning offense. "So are you saying I usually don't look my best?"
"What? No. I mean—you know I don't mean it like that." Himmel flattened his hands against the table and breathed deep. "It's just that you're always so stunning that I didn't know there was any way you could be more beautiful than you already were." Despite the obviousness of her teasing, it would always result in Himmel getting flustered.
Frieren shoveled another piece of cake into her mouth and pointed at him with her fork. "That was one of your better recoveries," she said talking through a stuffed mouth. "I didn't really look at the makeup after I used the spell to put it on. Is it too much?" Frieren asked.
Himmel took her hand in his and touched the back of it with a kiss. "No, it’s all perfect, really."
There had been a time she would have shrugged this comment off, counting it as part of Himmel's flirtatious nature. It took a long while for her to realize this attention was directed solely at her.
Frieren's red lips parted and she took several short breaths. "Thanks," she said. "You're quite handsome yourself, though you actually always are."
Himmel grasped the top of his wine glass, covering it with his palm as he lifted it. "It's rare I get a compliment from you in public.”
"Hmm, must be the sugar," she said as she pushed a forkful of cake into her mouth.
The corners of his eyes creased as Himmel smiled. "I'll remember to keep some sweets on hand if ever need to hear a kind word."
Demons had held less sway this far to the south and consequently towns here were untouched by the kind of nastiness they witnessed in the Central and Northern lands. These people only knew of Himmel and Frieren through embellished tales and newly conducted statues.
Conflicts that plagued the Sourthern lands were strictly between humans, because of that the locals seemed to regard Frieren and Himmel more with suspicion than curiosity, even if their names were known.
Despite every table being the same size, Himmel and Frieren had their corner table to themselves. Whoever else had been designated to sit with them didn't show up. It was better this way they needed time alone.
The primary reason Frieren had agreed to come without much protesting was because this city had been famous for sweets and baked goods about two hundred years ago. As far as she could tell, that skill had survived into the present day.
Frieren finished off the last few bites of her cake, pushing two forkfuls into her mouth at a time just to be done with it. The familiar chords of a song caused her to pause. At first she figured it could be a coincidence, but the longer she listened to the song the more apparent it became.
She took a big drink to wash the cake down. This is a song written by Sieglinde; she was this elf who spent all of her time composing music. Sometimes she managed to pass the song along—I guess some of them survived until now."
"You rarely speak about your people," Himmel said.
"It seems there is rarely reason to. Most aren’t interested in listening, Elven influence is muddled by the passage of centuries."
"You're still here with us. I bet there are others too."
"I've crossed paths with some, but it has been a very long time."
A revelation caused Himmel to pound a hand on the table. "We’ve been wandering south aimlessly with no real direction, we should set out to find any elves still out there. I’ve never been very far south and you—you couldn’t have come this way in the last few decades, right? Who knows what we’ll find?"
The song swelled to a small crescendo, though Frieren knew it would soon fall back into a lull. “I think it’s been more than a century since I’ve been far south. This could be a great opportunity for me to find some old grimoires," she said, pressing her index finger to her cheek.
“Then that’s what we’ll do, continue to the South, seeing as how we never explored down there,” said Himmel.
Frieren nodded, though her attentions shifted toward the music more. She looked Himmel in the eyes before she spoke. "Do you want to, by chance, dance with me? Or is that only something that you do to entertain the town children?"
"I would hope you'd believe that I'm at least a better dancer than what I do to make the kids laugh…"
She stood, smoothing her red dress down in the back with black gloved hands. Himmel's eyes started at her shoulder before descending her body, tracing their way over the way the dress accentuated her curves, subtle as they were. Himmel sprung to his feet leaving his wine glass half off the edge of the table as he rushed to take Frieren by the hand. The silken fabric of her glove glided against his palm when their fingers interlocked.
The largest concentration of people on the dancefloor gathered around the center of the space, which served the pair of them since there was plenty of room near them. Frieren pressed herself against him, tilting her head up to look into his face as they began to sway to the music.
"You used to ask me to dance quite often," Frieren said, the cadence of her words odd as she tried to keep up with the movements of the beat in her head. Remarkably she could remember a song that she hadn't heard in hundreds of years.
"And you used to refuse me outright," Himmel replied.
Through the light fabric of his trousers Frieren could feel his prick pressed against her stomach. The subtle warmth of where it settled while they danced became so distracting in that moment it forced her to close her eyes. "I used to refuse a lot of things." She brought her cheek to rest against his chest, the jewel from her master's earring cool against her skin.
Himmel hummed approvingly and she could tell the exact type of sly smile he wore without looking. Was he conscious of it too? It had been thirteen days since they had last been together in the bowels of the ship that brought them across the bay.
At the port they found work with a merchant caravan in a hurry to move food to the nearest city. Their close proximity to the people in the group hadn't exactly afforded them any time alone. Being pressed up against him like this in a room full of strangers unbearable. The smell of him flooded the air around her as the firm weight of his hand clasped her hip. Before Frieren had distracted herself from the want ringing inside of her.
He had to feel it, she thought.
"Something the matter, Frieren?" he asked.
The two of them were still in motion with the timing of the music. No one had moved closer to them and despite the crowding toward the center people were reluctant to abandon it.
"Just in my own head," Frieren said staring into cluster of people in the middle of the room.
Himmel followed her line of sight toward them as he lifted her hand in his directing her out away from him into a twirl. The crimson-colored dress she had chosen flared out with a massive skirt that twinkled and sparkled as it caught the light while she rotated.
He drew the back of her bare shoulders against his abdomen. His warm breath spilled down her shoulder and over her upper chest as he leaned down to speak close to her ear. "What do you suppose is making them pack into the center of the floor like that?" Himmel asked. For a moment she had thought he meant to suck on her neck right here.
Her footing remained firm as she fought against her knees wobbling. Frieren turned her head to scan the center of the dancefloor. The purple haired woman was there too, pressed close to a man and swaying with the music. It was peculiar for that many people to be crowded together, but Frieren hadn't thought about what could be causing everyone to do it. Even then the answer was obvious. She turned her head to the side to speak to Himmel, her back was still pressed to him and he held her hands crossed over her chest.
"Gatherings like these are usually about power, we don't know the current situation in the area, but I would imagine that given that food had to be brought from so far away and the nobles here are eager to be seen there is some strife in the area. Supplies are short and most of the attendees want the attention of someone in the center of the dance floor," she said.
"It means no one is paying close attention to us," Himmel said.
"It might stand to reason when they invited us here, that even that was a sort of power play." Frieren turned to face straight ahead, resting the back of her head against Himmel's body now so that she wasn't staring at the people. Her hair was up in an elegant braid that encircled her head like a crown, she would never get used to the way it felt when it pressed up against something.
She continued. "Having the hero from an exotic land travel down for your banquet would be a sure sign that you hold the sway in the region. When you think about it that way no one has to care that we are here, they just have to know that we are."
Himmel slipped one hand free of hers and cupped her breast over the dress. On instinct Frieren sucked a quick gulp of air in.
"I meant it's lucky that they're not paying us close attention in case we want to run off somewhere," he said.
"Oh."
He spun her again, catching her at the waist so that she was facing him. "I'm sure our guests wouldn't mind if we did a little exploring."
She could feel him again now, pressed against her stomach though he was more rigid this time. Frieren thought about him rubbing himself along the canal that ran between the low rises of her breasts, she thought about the way he wanted all of her.
Frieren let out a small laugh. "We could go for a walk, they do seem to have their hands full."
The two of them had danced until the song changed without noticing it, following the movements of the notes as they blended into the next. They broke away from their corner of the floor headed for a massive pair of doors at the side of the room. The attendant near the exit is big enough that he might be there for security, but he looks to be unarmed. He could still be reporting any suspicious activity. Frieren could only hope that the two of them leaving wouldn’t set off an alarm.
Their footfalls barely made a noise as they raced down the wood-paneled corridor. She knew that the dress didn't come close to touching the plush carpet, but as they raced toward their room Frieren thought it just made sense to bundle the red fabric of her dress up in one hand and hold it so as not to let it drag on the floor.
Himmel caught her upper arms and forced her into the nearby recessed nook in the wall. Where they were out of sight. His forehead was pressed to the lacquered wooden wall with how he was hunched over to stare into her face. Frieren's arms were pinned above her head with his thumbs holding her under the arms. Warm breath washed over her neck, chest, and the backs of her arms. She arched her back, pushing her midsection away from the wall like a cat stretching. "You're getting desperate," Frieren said.
"I don't think that we're making it to the room." It used to be rare she heard Himmel out of breath. The assault on the Demon King had been one of the first times. Since then, she had been the cause of him breathing heavily on several occasions.
Frieren struggled to get distance from the wall and pressed her lips to his. He sank under the gravity of the kiss and she knew it was just a mouth, but the taste of him and the smell and sensation of his body against hers threatened to drive her over the edge.
Himmel hoisted Frieren up against his body. On instinct she wrapped her legs around him. The next kiss was drawn out and slow with his lips moving to the bend where her neck curves into her shoulder. The hair at the top of his neck bristled against the underside of her ear. She bound her arms around him, holding his head to her neck as he sucked at the skin slowly.
Her ankles were crossed behind Himmel and when he nibbled at her neck, her thighs clenched tight to his sides. Himmel raked at the bustline of the dress, trying to free her breasts. She unraveled one arm from around his shoulder to attempt to help him. Frieren’s breath came out rasped and panicked.
"Undo my dress in the back—it's fastened right down the middle," Frieren managed.
Himmel ran his fingers along the upper hem of the dress behind her back, feeling for the split that marked the position of the zipper. The fabric of the dress went slack around her as he undid the zipper, being careful as he moved it not to catch her skin. When the dress had peeled away from her body, Himmel lifted her slightly, lowering his head in the same motion until his lips brushed against her nipple.
Her skin went taut, responding to the warmth of his lips, the feel of his teeth and tongue teasing her in between blips of brisk air coming in direct contact with her bare chest. Her left leg kicked at the air aimlessly and she grasped Himmel's hair tight in her balled-up fist. Frieren tried to speak, fighting to make coherent sounds. As if he sensed her struggle and wanted to be assured of her failure, Himmel tugged her nipple with his teeth.
Bursts of colors filled the air around her. She let out a shriek that only didn't rise to a thunderous cry because she buried her face in his shoulder. At her center she could feel pressure mounting, tying her insides into knots. When the Hero's lips came away from her breast, she leaned her head back against the wall with her mouth dangling open.
Himmel brushed his thumb over her bottom lip leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. She was drooling, just a little hopefully. Her vision clouded as her eyes brimmed with tears.
"You're so beautiful when you're all wound up like this," Himmel said.
Frieren swallowed, trying to hang on to what scant bits of her composure that remained. "I wouldn't consider this wound up," she said.
Himmel’s lips recaptured hers in a cruel ravishment that felt half like punishment, like a dare for her to swear she wasn't completely under his curse. No cure, no chance for escape. Her her own eagerness in the moment shocked her as she leaned into him. One of his hands stroked her cheek while the other cupped her breast, still damp against the cold air.
She moaned into his mouth as they kissed and a distant sound caused her ears to perk up. Himmel drew his face back from hers, sensing the genuine distress and she spoke. "The music stopped," Frieren said, her green eyes darting side to side, searching his face.
With his jaw set, Himmel listened in silence. It made sense that he wouldn't notice the sound, human ears didn't come anywhere close to those of elves. Frieren tugged her dress into place over her chest and struggled to get the zipper up.
"You think everyone is going to come out here." Himmel stepped out of the alcove, glancing toward the door to the ballroom they had come out of only minutes ago to see if the corridor was clear.
"They were out here until the music started, it stands to reason that at least some of them will come back out here if the music is gone," she explained as she hooked her fingers through his and dragged him on behind her.
"Our room is all the way in the other wing."
"I know. We're going to the library."
He followed behind her as the hall curved around between the ballroom and the outer wall. When the corridor split they followed it to the right and stopped near the first set of double doors they came across. Himmel pushed against it. "It's locked, we can't just break it."
Frieren's staff appeared in her hand and she shot him a sideways glance through half closed eyes. She reached let the palm of her free hand hover just above the knobs and the doors parted and slid open. "Come on."
Once they were through Frieren closed the door and cast another spell on them, to the naked eye it might have been difficult to spot, but there was a dull sheen covering them now. "Now it won't open until I release the spell or die…" Frieren said. The staff disappeared from her hand.
"That seems drastic, don't you think?" Himmel asked.
Frieren pushed her chin into her hand as she tried to figure what Himmel must have meant. From the look of it the room hadn't always been a library. It felt wrong, like it was built for a different purpose. The interior had an odd elongated rectangular shape with a ceiling so high a wooden ladder was required to reach most of the upper levels of the shelves. An unlit fireplace stood on one of the smaller walls with no books or shelves around it, probably to avoid the risk of fire. In the center of the room there was a squat, square table with a chair at either end, and to the side of that a couch.
"No. It's really a kind of simple thing—old magic." Frieren walked down one of the shelves and stopped halfway. Tying your life to a desired effect is easy, but I guess dangerous depending on who you're trying to protect that thing from and how much they care about your wellbeing versus how much they want the desired ob—"
Her words turned into a hot ache as Himmel's lips met hers, sending ecstasy rippling through Frieren's body. She stumbled toward the wall under weight of his kiss until her shoulders brushed against the rolling ladder. They stayed locked together for a moment, before Frieren reached put one foot up on the bottom rung of the ladder. She climbed until she was high enough up that they were face to face.
Frieren threw her arms over his shoulders, linking her fingers behind his neck. Their noses were touching, their bodies swaying together. And when she spoke, her breath washed over his face and flooded his mouth and nostrils. "At least now you won't have to strain your neck."
The pair of them linger apart, but together for a long while. Content to be staring into each other's faces with a moment of silence. The commotion of the ballroom and the music are too far away for either of them to hear.
Their lips met again with cautiousness. The silence around seemed primed to be broken, like despite their safeguards someone would burst in at any moment. Every breath shared between them shallow, pulling from the same oxygen. Frieren reached up, hooking her hand through a higher rung on the ladder to steady herself as they continued.
And the library remained still. No one came knocking at the door to check and see if someone had slipped in. The ballroom held the interest of the nobles. They would be preoccupied with their gossip and politicking; these Southerners had no interest in Heroes from the North.
Himmel tore his lips away from hers and focused on the side of her neck with a savage intensity that caused Frieren to suck air past her teeth. Her legs twitched and weight gathered in the pit of stomach sinking lower with each movement of his tongue over her skin, each graze of his teeth.
A diminished yelp escaped from her throat. "Yes," she managed through a gasp.
Her hands dropped to her sides and Himmel held her to the ladder as he sucked at the skin of her neck. She could feel the heat gathering to swell there and in some other places. How did he have this mastery over her?
Frieren snatched at the hem of his trousers, hooking her fingers over them. He took notice and glanced up from her neck to meet her eyes with a sly smile on his face. There was space between his pants and skin already when she slipped her hand inside; Himmel's prick strained against the confines of the fabric, its shaft bent slightly so that the first thing her fingers brushed past was the slick flesh of the head.
She smiled as her fingers curled around his girth, the familiar weight filling her palm to the point her hand could not close. Frieren pumped her fist toward the base until hair grazed her thumb and then dragged it back toward herself and the tip. Himmel stiffened, his lips going still on her neck as he let out a small shuddering breath. When she reached the tip and her hand passed over the head something hot and warm spurted into palm, making the next pump easier, smoother.
Himmel grasped her breast with his hand as he breathed heavily through clenched teeth.
Seeing him pent up ignited something inside of her. Her lips curled in delight. "Is this too much?" Her voice took on a commanding tone without her meaning for it to.
Frieren slowed the motion of her hand. Already, it felt like he was too close. She could end him right here. His only attempt to communicate came in the form of a slight nod.
"Use your words," Frieren commanded.
Himmel's lips brushed against her ear as he raised his head to speak. "Yes." When she had stopped stroking him, he was able to take her by the wrist and drew her hand out of his trousers. He let his head rest against her upper chest, drinking in the air so that it ebbed over her skin like waves.
She brought her hand up to the back of his head, running her fingers through the sweat dampened powder blue hair as smoothed it down. Himmel turned his head so his cheek and ear were flush against her pale skin. Frieren could feel his jaw move, feel the subtle thump when he swallowed.
Even before she heard him speak, she could tell that he was about to. "How long do you think until someone tries to come in here?" he said without lifting his head or moving to look at her.
Frieren's green eyes darted around the room, they had only been in there a moment before things had gotten heated. This was her first chance to take it all in and she noticed something. "This room is in a dire state, there are layers of dust on most of the surfaces and the books seem to be shelved in no particular order. The curtains themselves have a layer of dust on them, I'd say that the noble houses financials aren't in a state where they can care for this room or much of the manor."
She took a breath. "I'm willing to guess that the ballroom and the room we're staying in were prepared, but no one cleans most of this place regularly and that no one will be coming in here to read anytime soon at that."
Himmel raised himself off of her chest and leaned in close to her face, his arm resting across the ladder above her head for support causing it to creak and wiggle. His blue eyes were steady now, locked onto hers. He'd regained most of his composure, but she could still feel the rigid rise in the center of his crotched pressed against her.
"I had a thought—" Himmel started before she cut him off.
"Oh, this is novel."
He stared at her, incredulously before starting again. "I had a thought," he paused as if giving her more time to make her little quips. "That this ladder does go up pretty high." He traced the perimeter of the ceiling with his eyes. "This room actually seems to go up higher than the hallway outside."
Frieren doubted that he would take this sudden, vivid interest in architecture. She had an idea what he meant, but wanted him to say it. "Where is all of this going?"
Himmel kissed her lips, tilting her head back between the rungs of the ladder. "You climbed up a enough so that you were even with me, what if you went up higher?" He touched the front of her dress, brushing his hand over her stomach to move down.
In the bid to ascend the ladder, she almost shoved him away. Then, when she went to move she realized that she was still facing away from the object. "I need to get turned around to go up."
"No need." Himmel caught the backs of her thighs, cupping them tenderly before he hoisted her up the ladder further. Frieren craned her neck to the side to look up and used one hand to fold her ear out of the way as she passed the ladder rungs. Himmel brought her legs up, reaching up under the dress.
Frieren's body hummed and that strange heat washed over her as she watched through parted lips as he wiggled up underneath the belled out skirt and tugged at her smallclothes. She had known she was wet, but the drenched feeling of the fabric of her underwear peeling away from her damp skin let her know exactly how desperate she had grown.
He worked the underwear off of her legs and tossed them onto the table. As if he thought of it in the moment, he also removed her from the high heeled shoes that she wore. Himmel massaged her foot and kissed the inner curve of it. Then he felt his way up her leg, following along with kisses until he reached the knee and disappeared from view under the red and black fabric.
Lips trailed up her inner leg and then her thigh was resting on Himmel's shoulders. His fingers brushed through a layer of hair that covered the mound just above her opening. Her cunt had swollen for him, the anticipation seeping out of her.
And then Himmel the Hero did what heroes do: he rushed in without a need for convincing. He nestled his face between her thighs with his shoulders supporting her weight. Frieren moaned, her grip tightening around the side rails of the ladder as she pulled against them to arch her back. The thundering of her heart in her ears seemed to vibrate her head, the ladder twitched and shook under her. The rocking of her hips as she thrust herself into Himmel's face threatened to unseat the ladder from the wall, she was aware of it but couldn't be bothered to care.
Himmel fucked like he fought; wasting no time on flourishes and showing off—he went straight for the deciding blow. His mouth worked, kissing, lapping, sucking and at the same time he reached around the top of her leg rub her clip.
After a nearly a fortnight without his touch, without him inside of her the few minutes of onslaught from his tongue and fingers sent her body into a blitz of spasms. Her body tightened into a singular contorted form tugging against the ladder, rattling the bookshelf and the door that shared a wall with it.
Frieren's legs twined around Himmel's head as she tried to stave off the bucking. Her heels dug into his back as she kicked. It seemed for the best that he removed her heels when he had. Frieren bit down on her knuckle in an attempt to muffle a sharp scream. The spasms that racked her body fizzled out and were replaced by a piercing hyper awareness.
Frieren drank in the air, her legs draped over Himmel's back as she reclined against the ladder. Himmel had extracted himself from beneath the skirt, wiped his mouth and face on the shoulder of his jacket and was resting his head on her lap now. She ran her fingers through his hair as she waited for her senses to normalize.
"Himmel?" Frieren started, her head perking up as a thought came to her. "I have another idea!"
His blue gaze focused in on her.
"I need you to step back for a second," Frieren said, shooing him away with her hand. Himmel did as he was asked and stepped back from the ladder to give her space. Frieren smoothed her dress down with one hand and then carefully turned so that her body was facing the ladder to climb. She heard Himmel take a step to guard against her falling when he noticed this, but she wasn't exactly clumsy.
Frieren descended the ladder a couple of rungs, put her legs together and slid them down through the hole in the ladder up to her knee. She then bent over backwards so that she was dangling upside down with her face level with his waist. With one hand she was reaching to a rung below the one she was hanging from to hold it with her hand and keep her dress from flipping up.
Himmel rushed forward to steady the ladder by grabbing the side rails. Panic played over his expression, even as Frieren started to unfasten his trousers. "This seems dangerous for no reason," he said.
"Well, it's not for no reason," Frieren said, even to her, her voice sounded odd as she hung upside down. Already the pressure was beginning to build in her head. "If I'm upside down then my tongue's getting at an entirely different part."
"It's not worth the risk of you falling."
Her hands were poised to free his cock from the underwear, he was clearly still fully erect with the cloth only just holding him back. And here he was worried for her. "You know I'm not one to miscalculate something like this. But if you're really that worried, you could always hold me. That was kind of the idea."
Frieren pushed his pants and underwear down, which was awkward for her because from her perspective she was raising them up above her head. His cock slid into view, visible from the stump down to the head like a curtain had been dropped to reveal it. Himmel let out a soft sigh as she lifted his cock toward her face. A bead of clear liquid had gathered over the hole at the tip and she stroked him once, before licking it away.
He shuffled closer now and she kissed the side of the head, sucked at it. Then she edged forward, sliding his cock into the back of her throat to take the full length of him in until he filled her mouth. To keep her steady, Himmel gripped her hips and, as she was sucking him, he folded her skirt so that it crumpled around her waist. The ladder had enough width to it Frieren could spread her legs; Himmel rested his chin on the soft, silver hairs at the bank of her oasis before lapping her up.
Frieren used his cock to hold her concentration. She savored the salt taste of his head pressing her tongue up into the roof of her mouth and slid him in and out of her lips with deliberate motions.
A ragged, gasping moan broke the air as she let her teeth graze the head of his cock. His whole body jolted into the ladder as his face fell to rest against her damp thigh. There was little chance he would climax from being in her mouth, though it turned him on. He had never been able to get off from just her mouth alone.
So Frieren would use this to bring him as close to the brink as she could. Making lazy circles over the head of his cock against her lips and prodding at the hole with the tip of her tongue, anything to make want release from her more.
A wonderful, electric heat coursed down her spin from where Himmel licked at her, causing muscles to tighten and her hips to buck and rock. She closed her eyes, feeling them roll beneath the lids and trying to fight the urge to cry out. Frieren put the entirety of her focus into sucking Himmel's dick.
Himmel half moaned, half growled—his lips vibrating against her clit while his head rolled to the side to lean against one of her thighs. "Frieren." His pleading came out strained.
Two of his fingers still moved inside of her with a repetitive motion that seemed as if he weren't even aware of it anymore as she lost himself inside of her. His free hand dropped helplessly to his side and then he was clasping onto her cheek massaging the along the edge of her ear and back down to the side of her neck; the flesh there still tender for his teeth and lips only moments before.
A stifled rattling breath came from his throat before he grabbed at her skirt, pressing it into his face with the hand that had been rubbing at her inner walls.
When she plucked him out of her mouth again traced lines along the head of his cock with her front teeth Frieren could feel the agony in his trembling form. Still, she knew that he couldn't come like this or that was what she thought since it had never happened. But then as she slid her mouth down around his cock, her lips sealed around him, Himmel thrusted deep into her mouth. The ladder bumped the shelf.
Spurts of warm, thick liquid filled the gaps inside of her mouth until it coated his cock and was seeping out around her lips. A long gasp followed by a guttural grunt were like the pressure of all hid pent up desire being released. Frieren kept sucking him, moving her head in long strokes to encompass him all. She let her lips pass completely over the head and then pushed him all the way into the back of her throat over and over.
She had done the thing she felt might have been impossible with little more than her mouth. The pride invigorated her, drove her forward.
"Frieren." His words were clearer than they had been for a while. "Frieren—stop."
"Did I hurt you?" She drew him out of her mouth, holding him at the base of the cock. He was slick and dripping from the tip, but already he'd begun to soften and droop over her grasp.
She felt him shake his head against her leg and then a moment later, probably because the realization that she could not see him while hanging upside down hit him he said. "It's just very sensitive after."
"Right." Frieren had indeed experienced the same thing when it came to Himmel rubbing at her clit in the bed on some nights. He would move against her from behind, his arms around her waist massaging her through a bundle of night covers and her nightgown until all of it was soaked through and she begged him for release. Then when it came he would continue as if trying to see if he could bring more and more out of her. It went on until she didn't feel herself, until even her control over her mana and her sense of self slipped away.
When he had extracted her from the ladder they sat on the dusty floor for what had to be too long. Soon guests might be passing this way or guards might stalk this far down the hallway. Hopefully their hosts had nothing that involved them planned for the night or a servant might even be sent to fetch them from their room only to find no one there.
"We should get back to our room," Himmel said as if the same thought had crossed his mind or even been extracted from hers.
Thy gathered their things, though Frieren quickly realized that the underwear she had come there with were not worth saving and she used a spell to burn them away. Upon leaving they found the corridor dead in both directions. Toward the banquet hall a roar of voices could be heard, but it seemed to be steady conversation for now. They made their way back to the room, Frieren hoping the whole way that they didn't pass or run into anyone who might look too long at the state of her face.
Their room had the feel of a place that was unused; the recent cleaning had been an attempt to play catch up and this large manor rarely saw guests. There was a tub for bathing with plumbing that actually produced water right out of the wall, a thing that seemed to become more common the further south that you went in Frieren's experience. She didn't know why that was, but if she had to chance a guess she would assume it was due to how civilization closer to the Ende was under constant threat from demons.
Using magic she warmed up water and bathed herself. She took her silver hair out of the updo to let it hang down around her shoulders and washed it. In the heat of the moment a bit of him had probably gotten into her hair and if she fell asleep and let it fully dry she'd look a fright in the morning. The section of their room that held the tub was partitioned off from the rest, but it wasn't enough to even muffle the sound of Himmel's voice.
After a deep breath he must have been holding he asked. "Do you remember when we were shopping for trinkets and I asked that you pick a gift for yourself from the jewelry shop?"
"Mmhmm, I think that you must figure my memory is bad because I've been around so long, but I do remember these things," Frieren said.
"I knew right then, just from what you picked that I would spend the rest of my days walking dusty roads and huddle up in the back of wagon carts with you."
Frieren smiled. "It would be nice if we could upgrade to a carriage."
"Did you ever think to settle down somewhere? Maybe open a shop or plant vegetables—just become the rumors of some old adventurers living at the edge of a peaceful town?"
"I didn't think you were the type for such dreams—I always thought you'd want to keep adventuring forever. You seemed to like the fame and the statues."
Himmel chuckled. "The statues were because I didn't want you to be alone. I wanted every town you passed through, every place that we had been in together to have me there to watch over you."
She had finished bathing and climbed out of the tub to dry off, but only really managed to do a rushed job of it. Frieren rounded the corner around the partition still fully naked. Himmel glanced up at her, watching her like he had witnessed some kind of water nymph prancing around the room. She folded the towel over the back of a chair and climbed into the bed next to him.
"I wouldn't need statues to remember you, or Eisen, or even Heiter." Ten years would really have been such a small part of a life lived in not mere months or years, but in eras. A millennia had passed her by with multiple epochs and entire ways of life dying out. There would come a time when the names of the heroes depicted in all those statues were forgotten and new threats darkened the horizon.
And she would be the keeper of those tales, perhaps she would be there so that the feats they accomplished could inspire someone else.
Frieren took Himmel by the hand. It was best not to think too much on the far future. They had the here and now, after all. She traced her fingers along the ridge of his muscles through his open shirt. "Are you going to bathe right now or were you too tired or—"
Himmel tugged her face down to his, kissing her hard. He knew her well enough to know what she really wanted and even Frieren was surprised at how fast the two of them were locked together at an angle across the bed. Over one thousand years of being told that elves didn't have much desire for sex only for her to learn that she had either been lied to or was the exception. She drew his trousers off to find his dick jutting up from his powder blue pubs, there was a slight curve to the middle of the shaft that she had grown quite fond of.
Frieren straddled him, a hungry look in her eyes as she shifted her body to wedge the girth of him between the apex of her legs and slide her body to and fro using his cock like a track. As she neared the tip, the head pressed against her clit. She bucked her hips harder, driving herself down onto the width of his dick.
With his chin pressed down against his chest Himmel kept his gaze locked on where his cock had flattened onto his upper pelvis and lower abdomen, watching the place where he and Frieren met with wild desire in his half-closed eyes. The Hero's form tensed beneath her until she could feel him tremble.
His hand caught her by the chin and then moved to her breast, the other grasped her hip for dear life. It became too much for him all at once as he heard her start to moan, Frieren's eyes were clouded with tears, but she could still see him reaching up. She could still sense his face below hers twisted up in an exquisite state of distress.
"Fre—" he gagged on her name as a spasm took him.
She laced her fingers through his, pushing them aside and pinning them down to either sided of his body as she worked her body in quick strokes along the underside of his cock. Frieren rode him, silver hair flopped down over her face and wet clinging to her skin, until she felt him buck against the hard bed.
Himmel's chest was heaving with deep breaths as he looked up at her; Frieren smiled down at him, her eyes flicking down to the thick cum that had arced across his abs and nearly reached his chest. She pushed a hand through her hair, brushing the loose tendrils away from her face.
"I remember you used to be so lazy," Himmel said.
A laugh came out through her drinking in the damp southern air that filled the room; had they left the window open? "I don't know," Frieren started, "I've always focused on any task put in front of me—if it holds my interest."