The Marquess and Her Knight
WARNINGS 18+: Caught In The Act, Mutual Masturbation, Teasing, Slight voyeuristic, Cunnilingus, Finger Sucking, Overstimulation, Hook Position, Creampie, Cockwarming
SUMMARY: After your⌠intimate conversation with the fiendish spirit inside the gem, you are interrupted by your lover and guard, Goren. He catches you in the middle of pleasuring yourself and decides to help you finish.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: After writing two scripts, I decided that this would look better as a novel. Think of this oneshot as a pilot for something much, much bigger. Things are in the works, but for now, read this and tell me what you think! Likes and reblogs are much appreciated!
WORD COUNT: 1462~
Astride Bastien, Marquess de Austin: Fae Noble, Spellcaster
Goren: Goliath Knight, Astride's Paramore
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The demon's voice dissipates, replaced by the chorus of crickets that begin to sing through the open window of my bedchamber. My hand is still over my throbbing sex, the pads of my fingers pressing firmly against my clit. Iâm still short of breath, but I force myself to breathe through my nose to keep silent, my chest rising and falling dramatically from the effort.
As I was finally about to catch my breath, three heavy wraps against my door stills the air in my lungs. My eyes strain in the darkness, training themselves on the wooden door as a muffled voice calls out from the other side.
âMy lady,â Gorenâs muffled voice is dripping with concern, âmay I come in?â
Cursing, I quickly give myself a once over, musing the decision to throw the sheets over myself. My skin still tingles from the activities prior, I had yet to fully satisfy myself, and now I have to consider the possibility that Goren could have been hearing me the entire timeâŚÂ
An idea suddenly pops into my head.
âCome in.â I call, keeping the sheets right where they were. Goren ducks down a little to fit through the door, his hulking figure shading me from the warm light coming from the hallway. He closes the door behind him before taking a couple timid steps towards my bed.
âCorrect me if Iâm wrong,â he starts, I could barely read his expression in the darkness, âbut I could have sworn I heard you speaking earlier.â
âWere you hovering by my door, Goren?â The question was meant to be a tease, but it came out somewhat defensive, as I was still a bit on edge from almost being caught conversing with the fiend that lives in his ruby encrusted dagger. âNo, I was simply thinking out loud.â I finally respond in the most convincing, casual voice I could muster. It was hard lying to a goliath, the rumors say that his race could smell emotion. Iâd never asked Goren, but there were times when it seemed like the rumor was true, especially when I tried to lie to him. This time, though, my bodyguard accepted my lie and sighed, shoulders slumping as his concern begins to melt away.
âMy apologies, Lady Bastien,â he bows his head, a formality that was now loosely enforced after the events back at the camp. âI could not sleep, so I came to check on yoââ his eyes finally land on my disheveled form.
âIs something the matter?â I ask, fighting a smirk. In the dark, I can see his body tense. He became uncharacteristically still, and I could tell his eyes were scanning my body. Goliaths and their impeccable vision, it made them good hunters. Then, a sniff followed by a soft growl. It was taking all the manâs strength to keep his composure. I had to fight a grin, reveling in the fact that I can drive him crazy with just my scent.
âWas I interrupting something?â He was trying not to sound strained, but I caught the shift in tone, hands flexing at his sides as he fought the urge to get any closer. I tilt my head and give him a wry smile, pulling the sheets back further to reveal the mess Iâve begun to make on the cotton. His breath catches in his throat once again, and I have to fight the urge to chuckle.Â
âCome closer,â I whisper, âsee for yourself.â I press my finger into the sensitive nub and shiver, heated rods of pleasure shooting up my spine. My body was growing impatient, the need for release was becoming too unbearable. I think Goren could sense that in me, because he closed the distance in just a few wide steps and was now standing at the foot of my bed. I watched as his hand traveled to his pants, then I heard a huff.
âFinish.â was the only thing he said to me, it was like there was magic in his words the way it made my legs tense and breath halt. My hand, like it had a mind of its own, started to move. My hips start to buck under my fingers, my arousal crying out in my gut as I stimulate the bundle of nerves in between my legs. I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning too loud, but a few whimpers manage to escape clenched teeth. I look to Goren, who already had his cock in his hands, stroking slowly while his eyes were fixed on my barely concealed body.
Parting my lips, I let out a soft moan, and a growl bubbles in his chest. I can see his shoulders tighten with effort as he strokes himself at an agonizing pace, like he was teasing himself. A smirk dances across my lips, then I throw my head back to moan out again, louder this time. Gorenâs breath quickens, my fingers match the pace, and Iâm now panting with him. I feel something in the bottom of my stomach grow taut, and Iâm suddenly less confident that I'll be able to keep my voice down when my orgasm finally consumes me. I didnât care, though, Iâve been aching for release since that fiend moved my hands against my will. Now itâs my own desperation and need that keep my fingers dancing, and the sound of Gorenâs soft groans that have my toes curling.
With a final, quiet cry, liquid spills out from me and my hips buck wildly. I whimper as I continue to move my now soaked fingers in rapid circles against my clit, milking out the last remnants of pleasure before pulling away and letting my arm fall limp at my side.
A few seconds later, and something warm and wet startles me out of my pleasure filled haze. I open my mouth to cry out, but Gorenâs hand is lightning fast and covers it before I could alert our host. My hips buck wildly against his tongue, his arm comes up to wrap itself around my thigh and keep me in place. I can do nothing but writhe under his grip, each lap and suck sending me over and over and over again until a giant stain covers my sheets. I was in tears by the end of it, my body twitching and my breath hollow, then Goren stands back up.
Both hands were now keeping my thighs apart, I lift my head to catch him gyrating his hips slightly to align himself to my hole. My gaze find his, and I watch his strained expression as he slowly pushes himself inside me. A long groan escapes his gritted teeth, while a weak cry leaves my lips.
The seconds it took to adjust to his size felt like agony, my patience was growing thin and if he didnât move his hips right fucking now, Iâd lose it. With a whine, I buck my hips against his, a nonverbal plea. His lips curl into a smirk, amused at my desperation, but grants my silent request by pulling out completely and filling me back up in one hard thrust. I gasp then choke out a moan, my back arching off the bed from how deep he went. He repeats the motion a few more times, each time he stops at the hilt and just takes in my expression as it twists into pleasure.
At some point, he had me on my side, one of my legs hand been hooked over his arm, pinning me in a position that made it easier for him to drive his cock into me. His fingers in my mouth muffled the cries that dared to come out.
âIâm coming,â Goren growls as he digs his fingers into my hip. I only had the strength to whimper and claw at the bed as I felt my orgasm take me. I writhed and thrashed and cried into his hand. The few times Iâd push him out and liquid would wet the bed, heâd push himself back in and keep going.Â
One final rut had him near collapse, ribbons of his seed coat my walls as a strangled groan escapes his lips. The sensation had me arching my back and moaning loudly into his hand, I had nowhere to go with his arm still holding my leg up. He finally unpins me from the position and falls into the bed behind me, pulling me in his embrace.
The sensation of him still inside me makes me squirm, but Goren soothes my restless mind by planting kisses atop my head and whispering praises against my hair. My breathing eventually evens out, and I soon drift off into the night to the sound of my loverâs heartbeat.Â
