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The second the words left his mouth, you launched yourself at him.
You didn't think. Nor strategize. You didn't remember your ankle. You simply saw his stupid smug face and decided violence was the answer.
Unfortunately, Lohen seemed to have anticipated that.
A laugh escaped him as he stepped aside at the last possible moment. Your fist cut through empty air. Before you could recover, a gloved hand landed squarely between your shoulder blades and gave you a light shove forward.
Not enough to hurt, but just enough to make you stumble. The surrounding knights erupted into laughter-like roars.
"Oh, she's furious." One yelled. "Ten mora says she bites him." Another chimes in. "I'll make it twenty." A knight eating a fowl loudly spits out.
You wished death upon every single person present. Spinning around, you charged him again.
This time he didn't move. That should have been your first warning, but the second was that malicious smile. Your punch never reached him.
Lohen caught your wrist so casually that it felt insulting. His expression didn't even change. His eyes flickered a mean glint instead. The movement looked less like a defensive maneuver and more like someone reaching out to stop a child from knocking over a vase.
"Oh, that was a good attempt," he said. "Very spirited."
You let out an incoherent noise and attempted to kick him; your ankle immediately protested.
Lohen's eyes flicked downward. Then he laughed. Actually laughed, slapping his knees.
That bastard.
"Are you making fun of me?"
"A little."
"A little?!"
"Maybe a lot."
Your free hand shot toward his face. He caught that one too. Now both of your wrists were trapped.
What he didn’t expect was for you to shove him down to the floor and straddle him tightly. His smile faded until erupting into a manic expression. The crowd cheered you on, helping you gain some motivation to fight on.
“Now you’re catching on!” He used his legs to move your waist farther up his, in order to thrust up and make you fly off him. He stumbled backwards and started walking towards you, who had somersalted backwards, tumbling. He circled you slowly, even waiting for you to get up with a yawn. Then, he pulled out his knife and twirled it around his hand.
“That’s not fair! I don’t have any weapon-” You start, before he’s throwing you his gun.
“Turn the safety off, sweetheart. I like some thrill!”
“But I’m not gonna be using it anyway-” He charges towards you, taking you in a headlock as he dangles his knife in your face.
“Hm? Cat got your tongue? Or should I~” He laughs. You try to yank his arm off your neck but it’s too strong so you kick his shin using your normal ankle. As he stumbles off, you figure out how to maneuver the gun and turn the safety off.
He stares at you before smirking and standing still, waiting for a hit. You aim the gun at him and you swear you could hear a small noise escaping his mouth as you walked over. He angles his knife at you to even you.
“Checkmate, sweetheart. I guess I won’t be sweet talking to the grandmaster.” He sighs dramatically, looking up to the sky theatrically as you knock him down with a harsh punch.
He lands on the floor, blood pooring down his nose. His expression looks frozen over, as if he didn’t anticipate your move. He palms his cheek with his hand and smiles. A big smile, suspicious.
And then he’s on you. You’re beneath him as he holds his knife against your throat.
Another punch, he’s bruised on the ground.
Now a bead of blood drops from your neck from his knife.
A kick.
A shove.
A kick.
A cut.
A kink.
A-what?
No, you can’t be thinking of that while having his gun pressed against your head right? And you certainly shouldn’t be holding back a whimper when his knife cuts red, right?
Dazed in thought, you miss your chance to knock him down again, and instead give him the chance to pin your hands back.
Your eyes slowly dropped. Then immediately widened. Lohen was standing directly in front of you, holding both your wrists with one hand. You hated him so much.
"Let go."
"No."
"Lohen."
"No."
You attempted to pull away. Nothing happened. Not even a little. The smile on his face somehow became worse. Instead, he moved you guys to the other side of the arena using your pinned hands so that the crowd wouldn’t be able to see you clearly.
“Lohen, what are you up to…” You say, warningly.
Before you can say anything, he shoves his knee up your crotch and grinds it. You let out a whimper and try to get out of his grip, but his hands are holding you too tightly.
“Just as I thought. You enjoy fighting as much as I do, don't you?” He says, still grinding his knee against you. You let out a faint whimper and he smiles. He drops his knee and your hands, leaving you flustered and in serious need of some sexual help.
“Well then, come on, you didn’t think it was over yet, did you? Have some water, sweetheart. The fight is only now getting interesting.” He smirks at your state and passes you a water bottle. You glare but drink without question, gulping all of it down.
He charges at you and you dodge, the fight continuing as a game of push and pull. You yank at his hair harshly, pulling him towards you since he keeps dodging your attacks. His knife lodges towards your sleeves and cuts them.
"You know," he said thoughtfully, "for someone who spent three years hiding every time I entered a room, you're remarkably aggressive."
Your soul left your body. The nearby knights immediately looked interested.
"Wait, she's that girl?" One of them exclaims.
You seriously wanted to throw yourself off Stormbearer Mountain. What’s worse was this unbearable heat growing along the rim of your body. It was burning your insides horribly. Every movement was uncomfortable and every touch of Lohen’s gun or knife only brought you sensation after senstion. Was there something in that drink?
"Lohen."
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Release me before I commit a crime."
He tilted his head innocently, a knowing look plastered on his face.
"A crime against who?"
You stared at him, and he stared back. The smile remained. Your eye twitched.
The worst part wasn’t that this fight was he genuinely looked like he was having the most fun in his life. It was that there was a pool of heat swirling in your core, begging to be undone. To be touched. Determined to shut your own brain up, you attacked again.
This time you managed to land a strong hit. A heavy blow against his shoulder.
The crowd gasped as even Lohen was shocked. For one glorious second, triumph surged through your veins. Then Lohen looked down at the spot you'd hit. There was a streak of blood, which he swiped up with his fingers and tasted. He looked back at you and started laughing. Not mockingly. Genuinely. The sound was bright and delighted. As though you'd just handed him a birthday gift.
Your heart beat as he stood up and pushed you down, straddling your hips. A hard-on was clearly visible through his pants as he shamelesley grinded against you. It elicited a soft moan from you, which thankfully the knights had not heard, since most of them had left by now. “I guess the water bottle trick really worked on you, hm?” He says.
“Y-you did what?! Lohen-I can’t focus on the fight anymore…because of your stupid trick!” You yelp, whimpering softly as he keeps grinding, making it seem like you guys are fighting to the few knights still watching. He laughs and ignores you, shoving his hand into your panties and taking slick off of it. You squirm but he manages to get up quickly.
Unfortunately for you, Lohen did not seem to want to stop fighting and start fucking yet. He stood up again, licking your slick off his fingers and stepping back again. Your heart thumped in your chest. It had never been a particularly intelligent organ.
The fight continued. Or at least, it technically qualified as a fight. You attacked. Lohen avoided. You threatened. Lohen laughed. You attempted murder.Lohen seemed thrilled by the effort. Both of you guys were horny and the fight only deepened the need for each other’s touch.
The longer it went on, the stranger it became. Because he wasn't trying to win anymore, like he was at first. He could have ended this at any point. You knew it. Yet he kept drawing it out. Eventually, your ankle gave out again. Pain shot through your leg, and the aphrosidiac he had spiked you with had made you too dazed for the battle to continue. Your balance had long disappeared. The ground rushed upward as you fell.
Before you hit it, an arm wrapped around your waist. You shivered from the impact. A collective groan rose from the audience. Several recruits immediately looked disappointed.
You, meanwhile, had much larger problems. Namely the fact that Lohen was holding you. The fact that he had no apparent intention of letting go. And the fact that your face was now close enough to see the faint scar near his jaw that you'd somehow never noticed before. Too close enough that you could see his heart shaped mole near his eye, or his sharp nose, or his soft, pink, kissable lips-
For the first time all afternoon, neither of you said anything. The crowd faded into the background and the noise of the training grounds became strangely distant.
Lohen's gaze dropped briefly to your injured ankle. Then returned to your face knowingly. Something about his expression had changed.
“So will you talk to Varka? I did land some pretty heavy blows, you know. It’s just that-”
His lips are on yours, crashing into you with such power and certainty. You can taste the faint taste of valberries on his soft lips as he devours you whole, body and mind. His hand wraps around your waist and you pull his hair around, letting him moan haphazardly into your mouth. His tongue swirls through and fuses with yours, another battle of push and pull occurring. His lip bites yours and it draws blood, letting you whimper out as he sucks the blood like it is nectar.
He places you on the arena floor and continues kissing you, letting your hands move down to his choker and choke him, he ruts into your core as a response. He withdraws from your lips for a breath, a string of saliva connecting you guys as he dives into your neck.
“Fuck, you taste so good…you were probably dreaming about this, weren’t you? Masturbating to the thought of me like a pathetic stalker?” He rasps in between sloppy kisses on your neck. He bites down hard, drawing blood, before giving the area kitten licks and kissing it all over.
You whimper to his dirty talk and clench down around nothing. “L-Lohen…you have to finish what you started…” You say, shamelessly grinding against his erection. He groans and slices through your shirt with his knife.
“You fucking slut, you need me so bad, hm? You need me to ruin you that bad? To make sure everyone knows your mine? My perverted little stalker…” He presses his knife against your erect nipple and watches your expression shift to a mix of horror and horniness. You whimper before he dives down and sucks one, keeping the blade on the other.
“Mmgh–Lohen…” You moan out. “I need you so bad…mmgh-”
Lohen smirks at you and rips off your pants with his knife.
“Oh my, you are soaking wet. Such a slut, only for me yeah? Say that you’re mine. You have no one else now, do you?” He says, lifting your legs up.
“I’m-yours…Now please Lohen…I-I can’t take it anymore…” You say, your voice breaking. Lohen smiles and circles your clit with his finger, agonizingly slowly. You moan out too loudly so he takes off his glove and shoves it in your mouth.
“So pliant, my sweetie. My sweet little fucking slut wants me so bad, doesn’t she?” He says, circling your clit with his finger. You bite down on his glove as he starts moving his finger faster, your puffy clit needing more sensation. As he rubs it harder, he takes his knife and slowly pushes the handle up your pussy.
“Yeah? You like that?” You cry out at the sensation, it feels too good. The coldness helps sooth the agonizing warmth of the aphrosidiac. He starts to fuck you with it. He slowly pumps it up and down, letting it hit your g-spot every time, while rubbing your clit softly. The sensation is overwhelming, along with occasional nibbles of your nipple.
He starts to pump it faster and faster, holding the knife by the sharp end and feeling blood drip down his own hands, he lets you reach your limit getting fucked by his knife.
“Lohen–please!” You beg, your thighs shaking as the coil inside you starts to turn into fire. He smiles and pulls his knife out, watching your face turn to confusion and your pussy clench around nothing as he wipes the knife clean in his hand, sucking the blood that had soaked his hand as well.
“Lohen? Why didn’t you let me cum?!” You cry out, tears soaking your face as your legs twitched.
He lets out a sigh. “Do you think I’d let you cum before I did?”
“You bitch!-”
Before you could continue, his hand clamped around your throat. “Don’t call me a bitch, got that? Sluts should be good girls, hm?”
Startled from the sudden choke, you can only let out a broken whimper.
He smiles at your noises and starts to unfasten his leg harness and unbuckle his pants as you stare idlely.
When his cock is free, you almost bite your lip at the sight. It’s around 16.5 cm with a slight curve and veins running throughout. It’s leaking precum from the glossy almost red tip, a sight you want to think about forever. A sight you’ve dreamt about everyday since the day you met him.
“You like it? It’s just for you~” He positions it at your entrance and pauses to look at you, tilting his head. “My slutty stalker, will you make me cum?”
He thrusts into you in one shot and you moan out in ecstasy, his cock hits your cervix every thrust that you can’t keep the lewd noises out of your mouth.
“Nnngh–Vice-captain–” You cry out as he pistols inside you at rapid speed. He's groaning so loud at the way you're clenching harshly around him, finding your sweet mewls and lewd moans so adorable and loving the way you're gripping his back so hard your nails are leaving a trail of red lines all over him.
A small smirk tugs up against his lips as he slams his hips against yours, enjoying the way your tits bounce every time he roughly pounds into you and you're whining his name with each rough thrust.
“Tell me that you’re just a–perverted little stalker slut who–wanted this dick for years…” He rasps, hair stuck to his face as a light sheen of lust and sweat coats his face.
“Mngh–I’m your fucking–stalker slut–!” You manage to cry out in between his brutal movements. He grins and now positions your legs over his shoulders which just makes your pussy that much tighter and his strokes so much more meaner.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so well. Such a good slut…” You grab him by his choker, pulling him in even more and letting his tip bully your cervix. He lets out a moan and spreads his fingers across your neck, choking you the same.
Your whines grow louder and his smirk only grows wider. There's a hungry, primal look in his eyes as they turn glossy, admiring your pretty fucked out expression. He's never felt like this before and he wishes he could stay buried in your saccharine pussy forever.
The aphrodisiacs effect helps build your climax even more, helping it rip through quickly.
“Ahh–you’re close aren’t you? Ngh–cum for me, sweetheart. Show me how–pathetic you really are~”
"Fuck fuck fuck-I-I’'m gonna cum!" you scream, your whole body trembling as the tight coil in your tummy snaps and hot white waves of pleasure wash over you. You clench down around him tightly, a loud moan escaping your lips as you reach your climax.
Lohen follows, burying himself to the hilt inside you and shooting his warm seed into you. He pulls out slowly and watches his cum leak out of your pussy, admiring the sight.
A faint blush lingered on both of your faces as you stared at one another.
The evening sun had begun dipping lower over the training grounds, bathing the arena in warm gold. For once, neither of you seemed particularly interested in speaking. Which was strange. He helped you clean yourself up and gave you spare clothing to wear since yours had been ripped.
Eventually, Lohen cleared his throat and adjusted the remaining one of his gloves.
"So," he said casually, "I'll be speaking with Varka tomorrow."
Your head snapped toward him."Really?"
"I can't exactly count that fight as a victory for you, though."
You immediately frowned. "Excuse me? My ankle was injured, and you literally spiked my drink with an aphrosidiac."
"Skill issue, and you shouldn’t have taken a drink from me in the first place. Sweetie, what would happen if it wasn’t me giving you the drink? If it were some random psycho?" He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.
"Lohen."
A grin appeared on his face and you rolled your eyes. Despite yourself, relief began settling into your chest. At least one thing had gone right.
"So you'll actually help me?" you asked.
"I said I would."
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then a new thought hit you. A horrible one.
Your room had been cleared out.
Your position had been revoked.
Your knight stipend was gone.
Slowly, you looked up.
"...Wait."
Lohen's expression immediately became suspiciously amused. You pointed at him accusingly.
"No."
His grin widened. "I haven't even said anything yet."
"Whatever you're smiling about, the answer is no."
"Unfortunately, sweetie, life doesn't work that way."
A sense of dread began creeping up your spine.
"Lohen."
"You don't have any place to live anymore, do you?"
Your stomach dropped.
"...Oh."
"Mm."
You stared blankly at him. He stared back. Then, with all the grace and sensitivity of a brick, he said, "You'll stay with me."
Silence. The wind blew through the arena. Somewhere in the distance, a bird chirped. You continued staring.
"...What?"
"My house."
"Lohen, no way."
"My house. You already know what it looks like, don’t you?"
"You cannot be serious."
"I am."
The smile on his face made it abundantly clear that he was enjoying every second of this.
Unfortunately, judging by your complete lack of alternatives, it appeared that he had already won this argument too.