#apprentice romulus

She opened the door wide, trusting him that there were no threats on the other side. Her dark hair was away from her face, braided and held by some accessory that Romulus couldn’t see. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the lantern light that only threw shadows over him. Her blue eyes looked at him with concern, but he couldn’t meet them. Not when he felt like he didn’t deserve anything from her, least of all concern.

Romulus was the first to break the silence between them. “I...don’t know why I’m here. I just felt like I needed...”

His words died in his in his throat. His eyebrows knitted together in thought. What did he need? Someone to talk to? Comfort? Her? Silver eyes darted back and forth as the questions raced in his head. 

Why was he here? 

“I....don’t know.” He answered aloud, more to himself than it was to Esther, but she responded to him anyway, just not with words. She reached out, her small hand grasping his. Romulus wanted to pull away, he didn’t want to stain her hands as well. Her hands were soft and delicate, they couldn’t handle the things that his carried out, but they still held his firm in their grip.

Esther led him inside, releasing her hand from his to close and ward the door behind them before taking it again. They moved past the shop counter and into the back room. 

Romulus recognized the table and chairs that were placed there. It was where Esther and Asra told their fortunes and read cards. Now it was bare, making it look oddly plain among the colorful decor of the shop. 

“Have a seat.” 

He snorted, but sat all the same. “Wanna read my fortune? I think we both know that it’s not good.”

Esther simply shook her head. “I don’t believe that. And I don’t think you do too.”

“Does it really matter what I believe?”

“It always does.”

Romulus leaned back in the wooden chair, arms folding across his chest. He didn’t have a response for her. He didn’t think it mattered, but he couldn’t find it within himself to argue, least of all to her when she looked at him with such concern in her eyes. 

“I’ll go make tea. Do you want any?”

“No...I’m fine.”

Esther walked past him, the flowing fabric of her nightgown drifting up and revealing some of the skin underneath. It wasn’t until then that Romulus had noticed how little Esther had been wearing. Her nightgown covered almost her entire body, yes, but the fabric was all but sheer. His eyes drifted over her body as she climbed the stairs to the second floor, each step moved the fabric just right and giving Romulus quick glimpses of the pink of her nipples and the soft curve of her hips. 

Romulus swallowed hard, ignoring the feeling between his legs. That wasn’t what he here for....wasn’t it?

The soft clatter of tea being prepared met his ears. The open and close of cabinets, the clink of dishes being set out, the hiss of steam escaping the kettle. He tried to focus on that instead of the stirring in his groin. 

A task easier said than done. 

No matter what he did or what he tried to focus on, his mind always came back to her. The softness of her hands. The graceful way she carried herself. The outline of her breasts. 

He stood from the table, groaning softly as he pushed out from it. The pressure of his now fully erect cock to much for him to bear quietly. With every step that he took towards the steps, the fabric of his clothes grazed across the sensitive head. Each step up the stairs to the second floor proved to be harder than the last. By the time he had graced the second floor, his breath was hard with effort. The precum that leaked from his tip had made his pants cling to him uncomfortably, making the distance between him and Esther almost unbearable to close. 

If Esther had heard him coming, she made no notice of it. Her back still faced him as she went on preparing her tea. Romulus came up behind her, arms snaking under hers and pulling Esther flush to his chest. She jumped at the initial contact, but made no move to leave his embrace. 

“I know why I’m here.” The words were quiet, whispered into the empty room. It was a confession, something Romulus rarely did. Something that scared him to his core. Something that left him bare and exposed in front of her. “I need you.”

He readied himself for her rejection. For her to   Leave his arms and shrink away from him. She’d tell him to leave with frightened eyes. To go and never come back. 

What he didn’t expect was for her to turn in his embrace to face him, her hand reaching up to caress his face. Surprise, along with a myriad of other emotions crossed his face before he leaned into her touch, eyes closing as he drank it in. 

“I know.”

A noise escaped from Romulus’ chest, the sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. He had prepared for rejection, but nothing had prepared him for acceptance. It was such a calm, foreign feeling that it brought him to his knees in front of her. 

Romulus knelled in front of Esther. He was almost a full foot taller than her, but here and now, she stood so much higher than him. She was the moon, thousand of miles in the sky that he cried to in the night. Glowing, peaceful, calm. Everything that he wasn’t. 

She took his head in her hands, lifting it up as she bent down. Her face was inches away from his, her blue eyes staring into his silver. They both moved at the same time, closing the gap between their lips. Despite the hunger in him for her, Romulus kissed her softly, savoring the feeling of her lips on his.

His hands moved on their own. They reached for the bottom of her nightgown, lifting the fabric so that his hands could run along the soft skin of her inner thighs. Esther whined softly into Romulus’ mouth, the sound almost making him move his hands to where he really wanted them to be, but he held steadfast. He didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to take his time. He wanted to commit this to memory because he still wasn’t sure that this was a trick. That he wasn’t going to blink and all of this would disappear. 

Esther was the one to break their kiss. Her face flushed red in front of him and her breath leaving her body in hard pants. She righted herself, her hands reaching down to grasp his through the sheer fabric of her nightgown. 

Her look down to him told him that she was just as hungry as he was for more. He let Esther lead his hands upwards to her entrance as she leaned back against the counter of her cabinets, thighs spreading apart to give him better access to herself. 

“Rom, *please*.”

He spread her open with both of his hands, taking in the sight of her pussy wet and ready for him. His fingers ran along her lips, sending small shockwaves of pleasure to her entire body. Esther let out a quiet moan and it made his cock twitch, reminding him of his own arousal. Romulus let one his hands continue to tease her as his other went to his pants, pulling his cock free. He groaned as it did, the chill of the night air opposite to the heat of the blood rushing through him. 

He wanted to stroke himself right now. To pleasure himself at the sight of her in his hands, but Esther came first. His hand left his cock, lifting the sheer nightgown that Esther wore and bunching it around her waist. Romulus moved closer to her, his face level to her groin. His digits ran along her one more time before two of his fingers slipped inside.

Esther gasped out with a oh above him, her body shifting against the wooden counter as Romulus’ hand began to work along her. His other hand held her in place, halting her motions so that could kiss along her body. He covered every inch of her thighs and lower stomach in front of him with his lips, making sure not to miss a single spot.

A sharp whine left Esther as his fingers slid out her, but was cut short as Romulus replaces his hand with his mouth. His lips hungrily sucking on her pussy as his free hand traveled down to his grasp the base of his cock. 

The hand on her hip gripped roughly at the skin, redness blooming under her skin. It would bruise, Romulus knew it, but he would be sorry about it later. Right now, he wanted Esther as close to him as possible. He wanted to drown in the sweet taste of her. He wanted his mouth and tongue to devour her completely until she shook with her orgasm. 

His hand worked his cock as his tongue lapped at Esther, alternating between fast and slow strokes. He was desperately trying to pace himself, not wanting to cum until Esther had. He rubbed his thumb along his head, moaning into Esther as he did. The vibration of his moan carried through and made Esther arch against him. 

Her hips rocked against his face, the bridge of his nose rubbing against her clit just right. Her legs were weak with pleasure, her hands gripping the countertop the only thing that kept her from collapsing completely on Romulus. His mouth sending her hips against him in a frantic rhythm. 

Esther’s hand slipped from the countertop, dislodging her from Romulus’ mouth. Romulus wasted no time releasing his hands to lift Esther up and placing her thighs on either side of his head, supporting her legs with his shoulders and his hands on her hips. 

She wasn’t sure if it was the improved position or the fact that Romulus’ had been momentary halted, but Romulus’ mouth had returned to her with newfound abandon. Esther’s hands flew to his dark hair, gripping his head as he moved it deeper into her. She was so close to her orgasm, the tension in her body reaching it’s fever pitch. Her body rutted against his mouth, riding his face until she cried out with a shout. 

“Ah!”

She whined as her hips rode through her orgasm. Under her, Romulus lapped her up. Esther’s mind was clouded by her own pleasure, but she was sure that she heard Romulus growl as he drank from her. 

Her body slowed it’s rhythm to a halt as her orgasm died down. Romulus detached from her, lifting his head away from her body. He sat in front of her on his knees, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His hard cock bobbed out of his pants, abandoned by Romulus when Esther had slipped. 

Esther slipped her legs off of his shoulders, standing up on shaky legs. The fabric of her gown moving along his face until it finally fell away and clung to Esther’s body. She bent down to kiss him again, tasting her on his tongue. Her hands went to his sides, guiding his body to stand. Romulus obliged her, standing to his full height and moving backwards when she pressed him in that direction.

It wasn’t until the back of his knees hit the soft cushion of her bed that Romulus understood where she had been leading him to. Esther pushed gently on his chest and he sat back into the bed, breaking their kiss with a sharp exhale. 

He looked up at her as she pulled the gown that she wore up and off her body, leaving her naked in front of him. His eyes roamed all over her, taking in the view of her bare body. His hands reached out towards her, pulling Esther closer so that he could feel her. Both of his hands roamed over her. Her ass, her waist, her breasts, her arms. Romulus wanted to feel every bit of her. He was so lost in the beauty of her body that he let out a surprised grunt when Esther’s hands touched his cock. 

His head shot up to look at her. “....you don’t have to if you don’t want to, this was enough. I can take care of myself.” 

Esther shook her head down at him, a soft expression placed on her face. “That’s the problem, Romulus. You’ve been taking care of yourself for too long.” Esther swung her legs over Romulus’, resting her knees on the bed behind them and straddling his lap. She was right above his cock, her entrance hovering just inches above him. A hand rested on his shoulder as the other held his cock, positioning his head against her. “Let me take care of you for once.”

She settled down on him slowly, taking him inch by inch. They both groaned as she did, the feeling of them being joined together more pleasurable then they imagined. Esther reached his base and rested there for a moment. 

Romulus’ hand curved against her face, effort plain on his face. “E-Esther, I need to...”

She nodded, her arms wrapping around his neck as Romulus’ hands moved to her hips. He lifted her up and down on him, slowly at first, his trusts in sync with her hips landing on him. She moaned out, her head falling down to rest against his shoulder. He grunted in response as his tempo sped up, a hand reaching between them to play with her clit as he trusts deep inside her. The other reached across her back to grasp at her shoulder, giving him more force as his rhythm began to reach a frantic pace.

“Gah! Esther, I’m g- ah! I’m gonna c-“ Romulus can barely get his words out as his mind is blurred by passion, the sound of their fast movements filling the room. Esther nods against his shoulder, her nails raking across her back. 

Her hips move with abandon against him as her second orgasm rises in her. “Yes, Rom! Yes! Gods, yes!” 

Romulus grips her body close to him as he stands from the bed, lifting her body with him. His thrusts are at an animalistic tempo, coupled by the grunts and growls that leave his mouth. He slams his hips into Esther, cumming inside of her with a loud shout. 

“F-fuck!”

He continues thrusting into Esther as he empties inside of her. Esther’s walls clenching around him as her own orgasm arrives. Romulus rests back onto the bed as the height of his pleasure begins to die down. He takes care to make sure that he exits Esther before resting both of them back onto the bed. 

Esther lays across his chest, kept in place by his arms around her. He can feel the tiredness settling in his body, making his eyelids heavy, but he has one more thing to do. He lifts her head up so he can place a kiss on her lips one more time. He has to say it, he knows. He’s just unsure of how to say it because he hasn’t had to say it in a long time, but he’ll try for her. He’ll do anything for her.