Hot Damn!

(I’m going to be using the name of the apprentice I came up with for my playthrough, just cuz I really like the character. I’ll likely also use her for other fics I write in the future. If you wish to read from a first person POV just replace “Mia” with your Fem!Apprentice’s name as you read.)

I could feel my eyes draw to a close as I lay in Julian’s gentle embrace, the soft fire light underneath Mazelinka’s cauldron still visible through the thin silky courtain which separated us from her living space.

I watched it flicker and fade, blurred by the texture of the fabric, as I similarly faded away beneath Julian’s arm. Once I finally closed my eyes all I could hear was Julian’s gentle breathing (and occasional snore). All I could feel was the rise and fall of his chest against my back, and the warmth of his body as he spooned me from behind.

I remember feeling something I haven’t felt for an awfully long time in that moment... some utterly peaceful feeling that I can’t quite describe. As I drifted away in his arms all I could do was hope that maybe he felt that way too...

I awoke, I assume, not too long after I had originally fallen asleep, to a sharp pain in my side, and the violent jostling of the mattress that we both shared. I rolled over in confusion to identify the source of this disturbance.

Unsurprisingly, it was Julian who had awoken me; spasming and groaning due to what I could only guess was an awful nightmare. In the beginnings of his panic he had managed to somehow hit me in the ribs. I couldn’t tell you if it was a kick or a punch, but I do know that the force I had felt puts no doubt in my mind that whatever he was fighting in that nightmare, he was fighting for his life.

Concerned, I sat up in bed and shook him with all of the strength I could muster to try and wake him— which worked. However, in retrospect the force I used was likely overkill. I was panicked and didn’t know better. This was only the second time I had ever seen him like this.

I watched as Julian’s eye fluttered open, his expression quickly changing from fear to confusion to relief. “My Gods... w-what happened?” He managed to mutter.

“I think you were having a Nightmare...” I replied, unsure of the details myself.

“Right, right.” He seems to recollect... something. “I wasn’t too much of a disturbance was I darling...?”

“Oh shut up Ilya...” I cooed. “You always talk about yourself like that... you just shook the bed a bit and woke me up, that’s all.”

Julian’s nose and ears flushed a pretty pink when hearing my tone. A gentle but mischievous smile growing on his dimly lit, rouge face. “Well I’m glad I did.” He pushes me over onto my back, pinning me to the mattress.

“Julian...” I whispered, “we’re at Mazelinka’s...”

“I know.” He replies playfully, twirling his spindley finger around a strand of my long honey blond hair.

I must have begun to blush as well because his smile metamorphisizes into a suggestive smirk. “Oh Mia Mia Mia... why are you so beautiful when you’re flustered?”

I can feel my face get hotter and hotter. “Do you know how much trouble we would be in if we got caught?” I whisper pointedly.

“If we get caught” he replies naughtily, a surprisingly soft hand gently caressing my cheek.

My heart is racing, temptation beginning to override my senses. I couldn’t help it anymore. I stared up at Julian, my emerald green eyes glazed over with a powerful lust. My arms had wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling his flushed pale face down to mine. Before I even knew what I was doing our lips touched.

The kiss began gentle and loving, but his lips slowly grew hungrier and hungrier. He began to gently tug at the silver night robe I was wearing, like he was begging, pleading to see what lied underneath it.

I let slip a quiet moan as he passionately bit my bottom lip, my hands frantically unbuttoning his white shirt. Before I knew it, his white button up and slacks lie sprawled on Mazelinka’s floor, leaving only his normally loose fitting underwear between me and his member, which jutted out from his torso in his arousal.

Julian couldn’t help himself. With a little help from me, my robe was undone and the whole of my figure lie before him on the bed. I watched his face grow a deeper, darker red as he took me all in. After all, this was the first time he had seen me fully nude.

“A-...are you sure you want to do this daring?” He whispers kindly in my ear.

I can’t contain my excitement any longer. “Oh yes... p-please Jules!” I quietly exclaimed.

“...perfect.” He whispered slyly in my ear, kissing and nibbling it as I brought my hand down to his bulging erection and began to touch him through his boxers.

He let out a sudden groan of pleasure and started bringing his mouth down, from my ear, to my neck, to my breast. He took a moment to look up at me devilishly, with those stunning silver eyes, before planting his warm lips on my right nipple, sucking and licking as he pleased.

I moaned softly “o-oh... Juliaaahn... y-you’re such a g-good boy.” My legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist, leaving nothing but those boxers between us and ultimate intimacy.

He brings his face from my breast and looks at me with another devilish smirk. “Am I really a good boy?” He questions, bringing his long and surgically practiced fingers down the length of my body and between my legs.

“Y-yes Julian... you’re such a g-“ I found myself pausing as he thrust his finger deep inside me, beginning to slowly pulse in and out. “goooood boy.”

Feeding off my my praise he pulses faster and faster, watching me writhe beneath him with pleasure. I watch as his erection begins to point upwards in excitement and his boxers begin to grow a bit wet where his tip would be.

“F-fuck! Julian!” I moan. “I c-can’t take it anymore just take me! Please just take me! Fuck me!” I can’t stand it. It feels like my mind has melted under his masterful touch. My lusts leaping from my lips before I can stop them. I can’t think. I just want him.

“Would that please you darling? Would you like that?” He asks suggestively, pulling off his underwear.

“Mhmm” I nod, my face a deep crimson.

Like a puppy given approval by their master he leaps to action with gusto. Lifting my legs back and holding them down beside my head. “A-Are you ready?” He asks, seeming a bit nervous yet overcome with excitement at the same time.

“Yes” I instantly blurt.

I then feel him slowly slip all of himself inside of me. I gasp with pleasure, and his once pale face is left a deep and dark maroon. “Ohhh Mia...” he purrs. “Ohh you’re... I-I don’t think I can take this for very loaahng”

I close my eyes in ecstasy, feeling him begin to slowly thrust back and forth. I clench the soft ginger curls at the nape of his neck as he starts to pick up the pace.

I can’t control myself anymore. I begin to moan... and they’re lengthy loud ones too. I’m overcome. He’s hitting all of the right spots. It’s just too good. I’m so loud... but I don’t care.

“T-thaaat’s right Mia...” he manages to murmur through the pleasure. The pounding getting faster and faster. His breathing getting more and more erratic. “Let me be a gooood boy for you.”

I can tell he’s getting closer. His member is throbbing inside me in anticipation. It feels far too good, I can’t help but— “J-J-Julian!” I gasp, releasing myself all over him, tightening around his stiffness as he continues to pound.

I feel his fingernails dig into my thighs. He’s struggling to get through my orgasm. “M-M-Miaaa!” He moans loudly before freezing, his face glowing red from arousal and exertion. His grip on my thighs gets stronger and I watch his eyes roll into the back of his head as he spills his load inside of me.

He stays frozen, panting for a minute, before planting a kiss on my forehead and pulling out to lay beside me on the bed again.

We lie like that for a few moments. Breathless in each other’s arms. I don’t know for how long but it was a moment I wish could have lasted forever. I feel as Julian begins to drift off... letting a few simple words past his lips before succumbing to exhaustion; “...I love you.”