#ikles

You peek through your half shut eyelids, watching the window to be sure. Another tap. The small rock bouncing off and retreating below.

After collecting just enough willpower, you pull yourself off the bed and step out onto the balcony, a third small rock flying past your shoulder.

“Eclis?” You giggle, looking over the railing to see his blushing nervous face.

He’s standing there still dressed in his training garments. The black leather you had decided on at the blacksmith making his appear strikingly handsome. He more than looked the part of a knight, handsome and strong, but with the way he hesitantly looked up at you gave him the air of a sweet and lost puppy.

“You told me to come find you if I ever needed anything.”

“Wait,” you pout down at him from the height. You can’t quite hear him, but any louder and someone might notice that your former slave has summoned you from your window.

You disappear into your large room for a moment, looking for the rope ladder you had recently purchased for such an occasion. After the bedsheets hadn’t exactly planned out, you wasted no time in procuring an alternative. After tying the ends of the rope to the rails of the balcony, you let the rest of the ladder fall down.

“Come up quickly, before anyone sees.”

Eclis takes the rope with one hand before looking back up at you hesitantly. “Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Yes! Now hurry up!” You laugh as you keep watch from the balcony. The others shoulder still be at dinner, and they should stay occupied long into the night.

He doesn’t falter coming up the ladder at all. Strong body guiding him to the top without even winding him in the slightest. He helps you pull the rest of it up once he’s beside you, and sets it aside somewhere on the balcony for his later return.

You lead him into your room, closing the doors and closing the curtains to keep you both out of sight.

“What’s wrong?” You look up at him.

He hesitates before speaking, looking down at the ground out of habit instead of directly at your face. you can’t help but reach out, stepping close to take his soft cheek in your hand, raising his eyes to meet yours.

“...I missed you,” his face reddens at the admission. Looking away once again once he notices your surprise.

But you just laugh, a soft giggle as your hand wanders down to settle on his shoulder. “I missed you too, Eclis.”

He’s doubtful, you can tell by the way his reaction doesn’t change. By the way he keeps his gaze fixated on the floor and no on his master’s—former master’s face.

“C’mere,” you take his hand and pull him with you onto the bed.

He’s alarmed. Completely awkward as you pull him onto the mattress and drag him to lean against the pillows. “Really, come here!” You giggle as you try to coax him into relaxing, his body stiff and awkward as you settle your head onto his chest, letting your hand rest on the material over his heart.

And you can feel it beating too. Pounding hard against his chest as Eclis adjusts to his new surroundings. Thrown off completely by this entirely new behavior.

But the blankets are soft, and your large dress skirt falls around you comfortingly. With your head nestled on his chest, you find yourself resting your eyes and indulging in the beginnings of a nap like you had wanted before.

When he thinks you’ve fallen asleep, he looks down.

Looks down at your resting face and relaxes his posture, letting his heart beat in rhythm to yours and finally allowing himself to drink in your beauty. Your kindness. At his side sleeping peacefully like this, he feels an overbearing urge to protect you now more than ever. You may have bought him at an auction a slow few months ago, but you’re his master. His savior. And he’ll never let anything hurt you. You belong to him.

Ordinarily, he wouldn’t dare touch you without permission. He knows better than anyone not to step out of line. But you never treated him like that. Never treated him like he was less than. Even going so far as to invite him into you bed, let your guard down and trust him to protect you in sweet slumber. 

His thumb gently caresses your cheek, and it’s so soft, much softer than his calloused hands. He wonders how soft other parts of you are as his hand subconsciously wanders, fingertips running over your eyebrows, down the path of your nose, and touching, just barely, the full crest of your lips.

You’re so beautiful. He finds himself leaning in to really get a good look at you. To commit the features of your face to his memory. Every time he sees you, you look even more gorgeous than before, and he feels himself truly falling as you lay beside him.

“Done yet?” You giggle, and he freezes.

He’s still so close when you open your eyes. Panicking to come up with an excuse, a justifiable reason for what he was doing, but his eyes render you speechless.

Eclis’ eyes are a gray fog on a spring morning. Light and almost white, a gentle drizzle on a walk through a sprouting garden. Those cloud colored eyes bright and brilliant, a promise of the sun glowing behind them. And just tenderly muted with lilac. The barest hint of a lavender sunrise.

He’s still frozen when you move in. Heart racing as you hand finds the back of his neck, gently drawing him in so you can finally press your lips against his.

Eclis has never kissed anyone before. They made him a slave when he was young, and you didn’t save him until adulthood. But even so, through uncertainty as inexperience, he closes his eyes and kisses you back. Gently, at first. Never wanting the contact to stop. And more desperately later. When you move your lips against his and open your mouth.

You suck on his bottom lip, and he groans. Startled by his own sound and breaking the kiss, he finally pulls back and looks at you with a flushed face. Holding your arm, and looking painfully apologetic. “I’m so sorry, master! Please, I—”

“Eclis,” you cut him off with your finger, shuffling closer so you can kiss his cheek. “I don’t want you to call me master, remember?” You murmur against his skin as his arms wrap themselves around you, “and you’re not a slave anymore.”

You kiss his neck tenderly, watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows nervously, and take the sudden risk to suck on his neck. Marking a sweet hickey onto his skin as he gasps, clutching you tightly and breathing heavily.

“I can’t...” he breathes, shuffling nervously beside you, “I can’t take much more...”

You pull your mouth away to look up at him, unsure of what he meant until he captures your lips with his own. Kissing you feverishly as he pins you to the bed. Easily topping you and grinding his hips against you in an uncontrolled passion.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes, kissing you hard again, hand wandering to squeeze your full breast in the palm of his hand. You gasp. “I’m sorry...” he shakes.

“I want you...” you whine, pulling at the straps that hold his uniform together. “Please...”

It’s fast. Much faster than you ever thought capable. The stripping of his clothes until his member stood, fully exposed and erect. The shredding of your dress until your breasts bounced free, stripping you until you lay naked underneath him.

His mouth trails to kiss your jaw. Mark hickeys of his own against your neck. Sucking your nipple into his mouth as he squeezes your breast with his hand. You’re mewling beneath him, letting him have his way with you and he can’t understand how he’s getting away with it. Violating his master. Marking your skin and coveting your body.

More kisses down your stomach. Gently pressing lower and lower until he hovers over the space between your legs.

You smell so good.

You try to close them, attempting to squeeze your thighs shut to push him away, but he’s not having it. His strength easily forcing your legs open, pressing a kiss against your inner thigh, a slow trail down until his nose is against the spot where your thigh meets your hip. He inhales, and you shudder.

Eclis looks you dead in the eye when he takes that first lick of your pussy. Your mouth falling open as you recognize that look of hunger on his face. That look of possessed aggression that had made you compare him to a ravenous wolf before.

And that first taste is all it takes for him to get hooked.

Taking deeper licks between your pussy folds, moving his tongue around your clit before diving into your cunt. Closing his eyes as he savors the taste. Making a mess of his face with your juices as he devours you like he’s always dreamed. Sucking your pretty little clit hard as his finger dips in to experimentally fuck you.

Your fingers are in his hair, arching your back as you moan for him. Begging him to let you cum as your hips move against his face. His finger moves faster, pumping itself in and out of you and Eclis drinks whatever juices leak out of your pretty body.

When he moans into your cunt in pure enjoyment of your taste, you cum. The ecstasy rocking you forcefully, shuddering against the bed as your body spasms in a blissful orgasm. Mind numb as sparkles dance behind your eyes and convulse your body.

Eclis watches your every expression. Transfixed, drunk off your taste and desperate beyond reason. As you finally try to catch your breath, heart beating fast, he positions himself over you with that blank, love drunk face.

And he pushes inside of you. 

You moan loudly, head falling back as he thrusts into your sloppy pussy. You grip him tightly. So tightly he thinks his heart might explode from his chest. He thrusts forcefully, ravishing you with unabashed moans as he fucks you fully for the first time.

And it’s so good. You’re begging him. Promising nothing and everything so long as he never stops fucking you. So long as he keeps you trapped underneath him like this until you both die. Eclis is closer than he wants to be. Gasping words about how much he loves his master’s cunt. How much he loves you, worships you, will never leave your side.

“I’m gonna cum..!” You warn, clinging to his shoulders before he admits the same. Thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic, uncontrolled as his body takes the reigns on his pleasure, orgasm crawling up his spine, sending shivers down his whole body until he finally lets go and cums inside you. Dumps the very essence of his passion deep into your body. Face consumed by pleasure as he gives you every part of himself, mind, heart, and finally soul. 

You catch your breath after your second orgasm. When he finally comes down, he collapses on top of you. Too exhausted and sweaty to move, nestled into your chest.

A peaceful, exhaustive bliss wraps around you both.

Playing with his hair, your eyes become heavy as you listen to his ragged breathing.

“I really did miss you, y’know?” You whisper, voice a little hoarse from moaning so loud. “I think about you all the time...”

He’s quiet. You can’t tell if he’s fallen asleep or if he’s just thinking.

You keep running your fingers through his hair, enjoying the weight of him against your body for as long as possible before finally resting your eyes.

It would be another few hours before dinner with your brothers and father was settled. Another few hours on top of that before they retired to their rooms for the evening. You didn’t want them to catch you laying naked with a man in your bed. And you certainly didn’t want them catching said man sneaking out the window moments after. Even so, you let your eyes close as you drifted to a subtle sleep. Wanting to live in the moment with him there, safe in your arms, for as long as possible.

When your breathing mellowed out and your heart slowed to match his, Eclis was sure you had fallen asleep.