Astral Form, Corporeal Aaravos x Reader
Mature Content.
Once you got home, Aaravos's ghostly second image disappeared from your world, and you hid your disappointment. Of course the kiss hadn't meant that much to him; it must have been a very different culture where he was from. The hand holding too, though? You changed into your night clothes. You always put a blanket over the mirror when you changed, and when you slept, of course. Aaravos had asked awhile back why you did it so often, and you just blushed. You concluded that elves must not view nakedness the same way humans do, as inappropriate. Either that, or he was playing with you and being very forward, knowing you would interpret it as a sign ofย naรฏvetรฉ. You never responded to his question, not knowing how to answer it. If it didn't bother him, though, so what if you just... did it anyways? You could feel your eartips heat up at the thought. No, you could hardly flirt with him, let alone something like that!
A sudden realization hit you like a large wagon. You grabbed your clothes and thrust them over your head, inside-out in your rush. Nervously, you asked the question that had come to your mind. "Do you... did you... do you spy on me with your caterpillar?"ย
His blunt answer shocked you. "Well of course. I'd hardly call it spying, though. You know I'm always with you. How else am I supposed to see what is happening when there is a blanket over the mirror?" He said it as if it were the simplest thing ever.
You smacked your forehead. "Aaravos, it was so that you would not look at me!" you said in exacerbation, pacing. All those moments you had gone to bed, those minutes before bed thinking of him... how had he said nothing until now?
He asked the same question he always asked, curiousness behind it. "Why?"ย
This time, you tried to explain it to him, as he seemed to genuinely not understand. Was this how he felt teaching you magic? How was he so calm? Dragons, even his patience was hot! "A- a child could tell you! It's because... it's because... well, it's hard to explain. Just... well, know that you should stop doing it!" You uncovered the mirror, just to meet his eyes directly, as if he had been waiting for you.ย
"Is it... inappropriate? How so? Well give me a good reason and I will stop. Until then, I will do as I please. After all, you have such a nice body."ย
You blushed even deeper. Oh, if only he had an idea! How in Katolis would you tell him? "Ok, well... it's because...it's umm... adult humans only stare at other adult humans naked if they want to... well you know!" You made the sign for sex with your hands, avoiding further eye contact.ย
"Oh my! Too late now, I suppose. Why didn't you tell me this sooner? I could stare at you all day." He obviously does not understand...
"Just... go away," you sighed, crawling into bed. As you shut your eyes, he pulled the blanket off the mirror, and you didn't object.
You wake up, to someone's arms around your waist. You glance down in your haze of hazving just woken up. Purple hands circle over your naval. In another context, you were sure you would have liked his touch, but after the recent nights staying up and practicing magic, you just couldn't. "Aaravos, I'm trying to sleep. It is so early that the sun has not come up. Do not wake me up." You tried to go back to sleep, his touch a calming influence. How you wanted to sleep in his arms.
Then it hit you. "Aaravos, get off! What are you doing?" You hissed, and squirmed out of his grasp, shaking your head as if you could clear the sleepiness. How could he act like this when you were most vulnerable? Certainly, you would have been delighted, had he asked. This, however, was a bit creepy, but most of all, sudden.
ย "I thought you loved me. Did your kiss in the woods mean nothing?"ย
"Well I do like you. Of course not! It's just that-" He leaned over and kissed you, cutting off your confused words. In the forest, he had just kissed you on the cheek. Now, he kissed you full on the lips. He felt so real, so... tangible. Despite the lack of warmth you would expect from another body, it was the perfect mix of soft and firmness you would expect from what you had observed through the mirror. You turned and held the back of his neck, making the kiss deeper, unable and unwanting to resist his advances. He parted his lips slightly, and it was quickly a mess of spit and soft lips and tongues. You couldn't ask for more. He rolled over on top of you, pinning you while pressing his face against yours, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck before moving the blankets away and putting his knee between your legs.
You parted, a string of saliva connecting you. He wiped your lips with a thumb in a slow gesture. "You were saying?" He whispered.ย
"Nothing."ย
"That's what I thought,"ย he chuckled. You intertwined your legs with his, and you traced the star on his chest. He held onto your waist again, looking down at you with a small smile, hugging you. You could feel the weight and squishiness of his flesh. How was that possible? He was simply a magical projection. By now, you were awake, and while it may be nice to fantasize about him holding you to sleep, that was clearly not the intention of this meeting, and the air was filled with neediness and yearning for escalation, but also uncertainty.
"Are we just going to lay here or...?" you let the unspoken question linger in the air, drawing it out.
"Or... what?"ย he implied in that ever-so-curious tone he used when he was clearly just being trouble for no reason. Was he seriously going to make you say it?
"Or are you going to fuck me?" you averted your gaze, embarrassed at the phrasing. He smirked at what he had made you say, admitting you wanted it. He pressed closer to you, adjusting his leg slightly between your legs, ever-so-slightly moving against your tender bits, and caressing your thigh with one hand.
"Interesting question. Let's find out." He took off your clothes with a snap of his fingers, some magic you had never known. He blew warm air onto your neck, and slowly kissed all the way down to your belly button. You felt trembles in your stomach at the thought of him going any lower. His fingers trailed through your hair, and the way he moved was in an almost reverent fashion.
He traced down from your belly button to your weak spot, and licked it lightly in one short strip. You shiveredย at the sensation.ย "Are you sure this is okay?" You nodded, blush on your cheeks. It was all too fast, you had gone from mere acquaintances to this, but you couldn't help your hunger for more and more of what he had to offer. He started with languid movements of his tongue, which had you involuntarily gripping his hair. He repositioned himself down a bit more, and placed a wet kiss on your entrance, a sloppy tilt of his tongue to get you wet and more fully prepared. You noticed his hand making short, quick motions that you hadn't paid attention to, some spell that must allow you to feel more than just the apparition, but the moisture as well. You certainly weren't complaining, to have such a skilled mage's tongue in you was an honor.ย
"Fuck, I can't believe this is happening to me," you mutter, barely able to keep your eyes open with how long it had been, and how much you had wanted him amplifying every sensation tenfold. He vibrated his lips in response, which made your hips buck up at him. You happened to glance down at the mirror, and his real, darker, colorful body was sitting in a meditative pose, legs crossed and hands on his knees. As if sensing your gaze, he winked one eye open.
"Is this not enough for you? Getting distracted already?" "Of course not, I enjoy you, I-" he pushed his tongue into you slightly, stopping your thoughts. He pulled out and went back to circles above, pressing his finger against your hole slightly, which gave into his touch, accepting him in. With his other hand, he reached up towards you, squeezing your sides, tracing your curves. He curled his finger while continuing to taste you, and you started to feel the pleasurable pressure start to build up.
"T-thank you, Aaravos. I needed this."
You could feel juices trickling down your legs as he quietly sped up his lapping, adding another finger. By the time he was done, you were a mess for him, crying his name and squeezing your thighs around him. He just watched in contentment at your performance for him.
He held you close to his chest when you were done, and you snuggled into him. He left his leg between yours, right against your core as if he enjoyed continuing to think of what he had done to you. He kissed you on your forehead, soothing you with a hand running down the back of your head. You had totally fallen for him, and you were pretty sure that somehow, he had fallen for you too. You two cuddled, and you felt yourself drifting back to sleep in his strong, capable arms.
"You are my Fallen Star," he whispered in your ear. "And next time, it's your turn."
A/N: First part of story, if you want to read the whole thing.
