Little snippet from the chapter: A beast with two backs.
Authoritarian brotherhood AU based after the institutes defeat.
My OC Camille, forcefully taken from Sanctuary to work as a medic, becomes entwined with the Elder. Hatred, love, and lust overlap.
Fanfic: Blood & Steel ao3
Sleep loosens its grip reluctantly, clinging even as consciousness creeps back in. There is only warmth, solid, unfamiliar and yet deeply known. My cheek rests against something firm, and gently rising beneath me, his chest.
My eyes stay closed.
One of his arms is wrapped around me, heavy and relaxed across my back, his hand resting just below my shoulder blade. My head lies tucked against the centre of him, ear pressed to skin, and beneath it all is the steady drum of his heart.
The breath catches in my chest, too aware of myself suddenly, of the weight of my body draped half over his, of the blanket now lay just over our calves, baring more of him than sensible.
Cautiously I shift my hand against the mattress, testing if I can ease away without waking him.
His arm tightens around me immediately.
Not harshly, just enough to make it clear he's aware, even half asleep, of the space I occupy and that he doesn't intend to let it go yet.
"Don't."
He murmurs, thick with sleep, a rasp that makes my tummy feel all fluttery.
"Just five more minutes.."
His chin dips, brushing my hair.
I exhale, long and slow and settle back against him. His grip loosens, satisfied, his fingers splaying across my back as if committing the shape of it to memory. There are no alarms, no orders, no blood on my hands, just the sound of his breathing and the faint creak of the base waking below us.
My eyes blink open slowly, and what they're met with makes my mouth salivate, a reaction to the morning and to me being exactly where I am. The sight sends a hot flush creeping up my neck, desire stirs, curling low in my stomach before I can reason it away.
I want him, need him. The emptiness almost hurts.
But the knowledge that I shouldn't is also there, gnawing away at the ache, the knowledge that wanting and acting are two very different things.
He stirs, shifting beneath me, adjusting with a quiet sleepy huff while trying to find a more comfortable position. The movement only makes everything worse, I squeeze my eyes shut, heart and heat pounding.
He exhales again, long and content, like a pup with a warm bed and full belly. One of his hands begin to move, slow and absent minded, sliding up and down my spine beneath the bunched up fabric of my shirt.
The touch sends a shiver through me.
I don't think he's fully awake, his fingers trace my spine with lazy consistency, from my shoulders to my waist and back, each pass unhurried and tender.
I swallow, forcing my breathing to come evenly.
"Arthur.."
I whisper.
He hums softly in response, the sound vibrating through my cheek. His head tilts slightly, lips brushing my hair. His palm flattens against my lower back, thumb grazing the curve of my hip, discovering it anew. I feel the shift in him as clearly as his tightening hold, the low sound that leaves his throat, half breath and half groan, as awareness catches up to want.
"Gods girl, I ache for you."
My breathing changes despite my restraint, and I know he hears it, he always notices. His mouth curves against my hair, knowing.
"I hear it.."
He says softly, almost smug, his thumb pressing firmly into the soft flesh at my hip as if to prove his point.
"Your want.."
My skin heats, and my hand moves.
My fingers slide languidly across his chest, following the rise and fall of his breathing. The texture of him under my touch, solid, alive, the hitching of his breath makes me want to draw out more. My fingers follow the dip from his chest to his stomach, feather light, trading lower and then retreating, following his hair trail only to stop short as his hips rise instinctively.
"Careful, don't do what you don't mean."
My hand sprawls flat against his lower stomach, pressing slightly as his own hand massages the supple flesh at my hip.
"Don't torture me Camille.."
I let out a breathy laugh, unable to take my eyes from his cock throbbing against the fabric of his briefs, his thigh muscles tense.
"You want me to stop?"
"Never."
I let out a pleased sound, and his hand leaves my hip and gently takes hold of my chin, turning my face to meet his.
He groans into the kiss, his tongue slipping past my lips as he does, his hand cupping my cheek. My knee hikes up as I turn into him, resting my knee over his hardness, pressing slightly as he grinds up into it for more friction.
The angle gives him the chance to reach down, his hand palming at my rear, desperate and unpracticed. My hand rests on his chest, the sheer size of him overwhelming, consuming as he maneuvers me to sit astride him, his hands sitting on my hips, his thumbs in the crease between my thighs.
I gasp into the kiss as he manhandles me, earning a breathy laugh from him. I don't sit down fully, hovering over his hardness, teasing despite my own aching want.
I draw back, straightening above him, enjoying the pleading look on his features.
"Let me see you girl."
I smile, my fingers teasing his waist band.
"I want to see those tits that have escaped me thus far."
"You may... seen as you asked so sweetly."
I laugh softly, raising my arms above my head. It takes me off guard as he suddenly sits up, pulling me fully against him, bridging the gap between cunt and cock. I groan as he makes quick work of my shirt, his mouth immediately meeting the now exposed, goose prickled flesh of my breasts.
"I shall forbid you ever hiding these from me again."
He groans out between mouthfuls, sucking and licking, leaving dark purple marks in his wake. My hands grip his shoulders to steady myself, enjoying the texture of the hypertrophic scars on his shoulders as my hips grind down greedily over his hardness.
He throbs almost painfully, grunting at each pass of my wanton hips.
His beard tickles my now pebbled nipples as his lips work their way up to my neck, his hands guiding my hips in their movements as his own thrust up occasionally.
"You're going to make me spill girl."
Im on my back before I can reply, legs around his waist as he palms his cock through his underwear. He leans down over me, placing a chaste kiss on my already swollen lips before getting off the bed, confusion unable to settle as his briefs pool at his ankles, quickly kicked away as he steps out from them.
I've seen his cock, yes, but not like this...Not accompanied by everything else. He's beautiful, battle worn, little scars litter his body, stark by the hair that refuses to grow over. His thighs are strong, balancing out his wide shoulders, his sculpted chest. The V of his stomach ends just above his groin, where his erect, heavy cock nearly drops from its own weight, not too long, but thick with a vein running from root to tip, accompanied by a thick but trimmed bushel of dark hair.
He settles back between my legs before I can finish admiring, before my doubts ruin such a moment.
His arms loop under my knees, dragging me closer, before caressing my sides, his eyes on my face, gauging.
"I want you, but I want you willing, tell me no and I'll stop."
My breathing is ragged, skin flushed and unable to even think of stopping, of leaving the ache between my legs untouched.
By him.
"Please.."
"Please what? Hmm? Use your words."
"I..I want, I need it... you."
He smiles.
"Lift your hips."
I do, and he slides down my shorts, tossing them away. At first I want to snap my legs shut, but there is no room for shyness, not here, not with him.
"A single glance at your cunt and I'm drooling like a ravenous dog."
His gentle fingers tickle my thighs, teasing me as I did him, stopping just painfully short.
"I told you I'd have you wet and wanting, didn't I."
"Yes.."
I reply breathily.
He brings his hand up to my mouth, tracing my bitten, bottom lip and parting it, dragging his thumb along my tongue before removing it.
"Spit."
I oblige after I blush, spitting into his cupped palm, which immediately returns to his length, stroking.
He wraps his arm around my thigh, his hips drawing closer, almost there. With his other spit-damp hand he trails his tip up and down my slit, teasing both my clit and entrance, the wetness there gathers, connecting us with strings of thick arousal.
My words die, reincarnated by way of wanton moan.
His brow is furrowed, concentrating, resisting the urge to push forward, to sully both of our virginities in one fell swoop. His arms tremble with pent up arousal, his breathing erratic.
His other hand comes to rest just above my mound, before moving to play in the wetness just below, his thumb padding at the swollen spot between my legs.
"I want to see you come undone."
I whine, hips lifting to gain more friction, already glutton for his fingers and cock.
A knock sounds at the door, but he doesn't move, doesn't stop. My eyes shoot to his in panic, and my first instincts to move and conceal myself are thwarted by the shake of his head.
"Who is it?"
He calls out, annoyance evident in his tone.
"Captain Kells' assistant sir, I've been sent to ask for your presence in his office as soon as possible elder, to discuss the prydwen's coarse."
His eyes remain locked on my own, flicking between them and his thumb that teases my bud, seemingly unbothered by the disturbance. His cock now abandoned, a finger comes to his lips, a teasing smirk appearing soon after as the same finger that shushes me now plunges into my wet heat, curling up against a spongy, sensitive spot.
My hand shoots and clamps over my mouth, concealing the loud groan that threatens to alert the one just outside the door.
"And what is so urgent about that, that he disturbs me at this hour?"
His voice is breather than usual, but not obviously so as he scolds the poor man, not enough to betray what is happening.
His thumb flicks in a rhythm that makes my toes curl, my throat unable to keep up with the sinful sounds that threaten to spill as he smiles down at me, his forearm flexing as his fingers work into me with reckless abandon. An unforgiving motion, curling, pressing, his two fingers scissoring apart inside of my plushness.
"I'm not at liberty to know such things sir, may I enter?"
My head snaps up, but he doesn't stop, only increasing his effort, a smile on his lips as mine fall open, my peak building to snap in my lower abdomen.
"Best be quiet girl, unless you want him to hear what I'm doing to you, the sound of your wetness may already be enough... or is that what you want girl? Are you so reckless in your claiming of me?"
I shake my head, my hair sticking to the light sheen of sweat on my forehead. He's right, his fingers draw out crude soppy noises from my cunt as he unravels me, as I clench around him.
"That won't be necessary, run back to Kells and tell him I'll be there at the appropriate hour."
Theres bite in his words now as his eyes devour the sight of me, demanding that I cum all over his digits. My chest rises and falls wildly, panting as my muscles begin to tremble, that building ache beginning to edge.
"Yes elder sir!"
The man relents, and as I hear his steps retreat the wail that I've been holding back escapes, he laughs.
"Cum on my fingers, let it go... and afterwards I'll pierce you on my cock."
My back arches as I tip over, wetness dripping down his fingers and onto the sheets below as I whine and spasm, gasping out pleas and words my ears can't currently register or my mouth control.
"You needed that didn't you Camille."
He leans over, capturing my lips in his own, panting breaths mingling as his hips grind into mine.
"Are you going to let me have you?"
He says in between kisses.
"Yes, yes.."
I whisper into his mouth, and he's back on his knees in front of me, cock head already lined up.
The nerves settle alongside the want, my eyes trying to figure out how such a thing will fit comfortably inside of me without splitting me in two.
He notices, his hands drifting up and down my calves.
"I'll go slow, you forget I'm just as inexperienced as you in such matters."
"Inexperience is not what concerns me."
His eyes follow mine, landing on his cock that now rests against my mound, already weeping, the corners of his mouth lifts.
"You'll take it."
My breath hitches as he takes one of my legs to rest over his shoulder, running his tip over my slit one last time before lightly pressing in, a breathy sigh leaving his lips, eyes focused on the sight between us.
My hands claw at the sheets, my legs pulling him closer and holding him at bay all at once. I gasp as he breaches further inwards, unable to stop the whispered curse that tumbles out.
My hands push lightly against his lower abdomen, his width making me feel impossibly full, my leg over his shoulder opening up my wet heat to him even more.
"You don't have it all yet.."
His arms tremble, and sweat rolls off his forehead, completely entranced by his length slowly disappearing inside of me.
His hips roll, his cock plunging past hymen and protest into a more welcoming tightness, he hisses through his teeth, mouth open.
I yelp, face screwing shut as I accommodate the stretch.
"Gods girl, you're fucking tight."
The sharpness dulls as he bottoms out, and gives way to a hot pleasure that makes me flutter around him.
"The throbbing of your cunt may as well be my heartbeat."
My nails dig into his thighs, lifting my hips to ease the growing ache that protests his stillness.
"Please.."
He smiles, teeth peaking out, his scar wrinkling. He draws forward, the motion sending him even deeper as he kisses me, tongue licking at the roof of my mouth, teeth nipping at my lip.
Im almost folded in half as he holds me there, hips beginning to rock, then thrust, drawing back so he can slide the full length of him back into me.
