#zevlor x reader

The cold stone of the castle on your bare feet only served to quicken your steps. You knew the way to Zevor's chambers by heart, though it felt like a lifetime since you had last made the journey. Already you were making an effort to steady yourself against the sting of fresh tears. You marveled bitterly at yourself. At how foolish you had been. 

The two of you had spoken about it before, mostly in jest, the best way to get out of a marriage. Perhaps for Zevlor to kidnap you or if faking a fatal attack would serve a better plan. 

 “I just think the kidnapping’s more dramatic.” You remembered whispering in the darkness of his small tent. Your whole body had been pressed to Zevlor’s, you both barely fitting on his bedroll. Though you often found yourselves bound tightly together even in your massive bed. “It’s a more satisfying ending. Who would think such a respected, honorable knight capable of such betrayal? Finally revenge against the king who wronged him.” 

“It’s always the quiet ones, or so they say.” Zevlor laughed. “But I’m not too keen on vengeance.” 

“He doesn’t treat you like the others. Anyone could see it. Gods, the titles, the land he’s thrown at men not worth a tenth of what-” 

“Hush.” Zevlor kissed you. “ At this moment I have all I need.” 

Neither of you were fools. As much of a soft spot you held for the old romances you understood what being a noblewoman meant. Marrying below your station-  a tiefling at that- was completely out of the question. You had gone into it telling yourself the tryst with the knight would be a temporary fling. Of course that didn’t happen.   

Falling for Zevlor wasn't something planned. Instantly the tiefling had caught your eye and before you could stop yourself you began a long, slow descent which ended in all consuming need. Lingering glances turned to kind words to whispered flirtation to long nights spent making love. Neither of you thought it would go this far. You would have laughed if your heart wasn't so grieved. How sensible you thought you were. If you couldn't marry for love why not indulge in silly affairs? It seemed easy and carefree. Until you could no longer put off the marriage. Until more and more time passed without an excuse to see each other. Until you were crying yourself to sleep at the thought of sharing your bed with anyone else. 

The separation was worse than you had even imagined. After your marriage you had planned to stop the affair. Much like every other attempt, you and your knight had failed miserably. You wanted to run, to convenience Zevlor to actually run away with you. But how could you ask him to give up so much? In the brief moments you could be in his arms again you’d end up in tears. Both you were heavy with the despair that hung over you.

Zevlor, despite his mastery of the sword and cunning battle strategies was a kind man with a gentle heart. He spoke no words of his pain, but it was clear to you. The brief moments you had seen him he was not himself. There was a joylessness to his demeanor which shook you. He was a busy man who had been well acquainted with suffering and you would have given your very soul to ease his grief. You couldn't say if he was better off without you or not.

 To complicate matters farther, tensions were high in the kingdom were rising after a riot leading to a number of tiefings being wanted for treason. Some had gone willingly and others were still wanted. The plague of stupidity seemed to spread daily and more and more people started to believe tieflings were the cause of all the kingdom's woes and called for their removal or worse. Many had been thrown from their homes, been victims of attacks, others had left on their own, some refused to leave on principle. You were desperate to know how Zevlor was holding up, to know if he was truly safe.

 You had barely seen him of late and were sure he was distancing himself or had forgotten you all together. You were sick with heartache but you could not blame him. You kept mostly to your chambers and did your little useless duties all while pushing away your sadness though it felt unending. Even seeing the warm smile of the man you loved as you passed wordlessly in the halls was taken from you. 

Days of not speaking turned to weeks. You sank thoroughly into hopelessness when you received the news. The court physician found the source of your recent ailment: You were with child.    

You could no longer tell if you were shaking from fear or the late autumn winds slipping through the drafty halls. You focused on your heart beat, how loudly it drummed in your chest. You just had to keep going. There was no choice anymore. 

To your great shock your journey was cut short as you rounded the corner and froze as a new wave of sickness strickening you to the spot.

It was Zevlor. He also stopped in his tracks and stared, his fiery eyes wide, looking just as much like a frightened animal as you felt. He was perfectly disheveled. He was unshaven, his hair loose and long and his white sleep shirt scarcely done up, revealing an eye full of his chest. He was painfully handsome as he always was. His sudden closeness, the sudden longing that moved through you made you stumble backward.

Zevlor had only uttered your name-breathed it like a sigh of relief- that was all it took to send you bursting into tears. At the embarrassment, the shame, of the whole situation and of how pathetic you must appear to him now.

His arms were around you, keeping you steady before you even realized you were losing balance. As much as you tried to choke out the words you could not form them. Only sob like a fool. Gently Zevlor moved with you, ushering you back to his chambers.

"Sit down. Just try to take a deep breath." Zevlor pleaded.

You gave in, unsure why you had refused in the first place. As many times as you had staged this in your mind you had never been sitting. Then again you had already gone a much different route than you had hoped. Gingerly taking a seat on Zevlor's bed you tried to steady yourself and slow your breathing. Still your throat felt tight and burned into protest. It wasn't easy to be back there. Like all things that reminded you of your favourite knight, his bed chamber brought you a strange mix of heartache and joy. The space was humble and practical just like the man himself. It was one of the few rooms in the castle that felt like home.

"Take your time, please." Zevlor studied you already trying to fix the problem without even knowing it. He stayed standing, milling about lighting candles and tidying up. He looked ready to jump to action should you need it. Gods, you missed him.

"Do you need a doctor?"

You shook your head.

“You’re sure?” Zevlor pressed. “Have some water at least.” 

You were happy to take it, anything to delay speaking. The tiefling did not join you on the bed- which both hurt and left you thankful- rather he stayed standing at a good distance, his eyes as weary as a lost dog. 

“I can’t do this.” you gasped, still unsure of how to start. “I have to leave, I can’t do it and be here- I just- I have to leave and-” 

“Breathe.” Zevlor reminded you, his brows drawn together with concern. “It’s alright, just slow down a bit.” 

“I don’t have time!” You blurted out, hot tears staining your eyes again. “I need to leave and I need your help. I don’t care where I go or if I'm poor I just need to be far away as soon as possible.” 

Frustration boiled in your chest as he looked at you quizzically. You might be able to handle concern but pity was too gutting.

“You don’t understand.” You stood too quickly and brought a rush of dizziness to your head. You all but ripped off your robe and threw it to the floor. Your nightdress hugged your figure making your swollen breast and the small bump at your stomach impossible to miss. 

 “I’m pregnant.” You all but whispered. 

 Zevlor said nothing, the silent pricing you like an arrow. You had not expected happiness but the look of grief that moved over his face was unbearable. Fearing your stability you sank back onto the bed as he turned away. A sob escaped your lips as Zevlor retrieved a blanket and handed it to you his eyes firmly fixed anywhere you weren't. 

“Zevlor, please.” you cried, taking it. How many times had he wrapped his surcoats and capes around you with such care? 

“You’re shivering.” He replied stiffly. “You’ll be alright. It’s normal to be-” 

“I won’t! Listen to me.” You pleaded.

The knight took a shaking breath and nodded, turning to face you. His lips pressed tightly as his gaze kept to the floor. 

You followed suit and lowered your eyes as you spoke in the flurry, afraid to lose your nerve. 

“I’ve thought about this and I have made up my mind. I want this baby but I can’t have them here. Not in a place like this. I don’t need anything from- Or I need your help to get there or find the best way to go.”

“Why?” Zevlor interjected. “My lady, I understand you’re distressed but this is certainly not the answer. As much as you dislike the court and your lord, you can’t possibly think-” 

“I have no choice!” you screech. “If there’s any change of my babe having a good life-”

“But a life on the run? A runaway bride is one thing but a missing child?” Zevlor shook his head. “Surely your lord will try to reclaim them.” 

“It’s not his!” you squeak in a small voice. Your knight’s glassy eyes shoot to yours as if you’d delivered a fatal blow. You were almost amused by his misunderstanding. As clearly as you could, you spoke again. “It’s yours, Zevlor.” 

A gasp left his lips, half way between a laugh and a sob. 

“I- what?” he shook his head, fighting for words. There was an unnamable pain on his face that all but broke your heart. “Are you certain? I’m sorry! Not to sound- I just- that is, I would have thought-” 

You laughed bitterly. 

“I was a bit of a disappointment to my dear lord on our wedding night. He’s not shown much interest in me since.” 

“I see.” Zevlor uttered, sounding a thousand miles away. 

“I can’t have them here. There’s no hiding it and the way things are right now.” you drew the blanket tighter around you. “I can’t even think about it. I don’t know what they'd do.” 

“No.” Zevlor spoke softly. “You can’t stay here.” 

After a long pause the tiefling moved slowly, kneeling before you and gazing up at you like he was about to pray for penance. “What would you like to do?”

“Tieflings are leaving aren’t they? Even the ones that aren’t wanted.” You spoke, wiping your eyes. “And you know how people talk, there’s a rumor about a few knights helping to smuggle them to safety. I couldn’t help but think if I could find a knight so brave and noble I could sneak out with them.” you paused watching the corners of Zevlor’s mouth twitch momentarily into a knowing smile. Suddenly your heart was pounding at the simple motion. You’d give up every bit of riches you had to kiss those lips again. 

“I just need to get out of the kingdom and to know where to go. I don’t need anything else from you. I have gold hidden away, I just need to get there and I promise you’ll  never hear from us again. I don’t want to make this-” 

“Please.” Zevlor all but lungled forward and gripped your hands tighter than he ever had. For a moment he snapped his eyes close against the quickly forming tears but soon let them fall as he spoke, his voice low and trembling. “I am not a perfect man, I have much I’m not worthy of and now I’ve complicated your life irrevocably. For that I apologize. But never doubt that my love for you and this child is unshakable and if you’ll still have me, let us go together. My heart, let me be by your side. Let me-” 

You cut him off with a string of loud sobs as you threw yourself in his arm. Zevlor held you tight letting  you cry into his shoulder as he peppered your hair with kisses.

 “Gods above,” Zevlor’s voice was thick with emotion. “I thought I’d never hold you again.”   

“I love you.” you repeated over and over as your breathing finally began to calm. You breathed deeply taking in your lover’s familiar scent. Trying to make certain of the happiness that was budding in you. 

 “Were you thinking you’d leave? Before this?” You pulled away as much as Zevlor's firm grasp would let you. “I just- I don't want you to walk away from everything because of me.”  

 You needed his honesty more than anything. 

Zevlor laughed sweetly and lightly kissed both your cheeks before pressing his warm lips to yours. 

 “I’ve lost things in the past. A home, a title. Those are replaceable. You are not.”

 He took your hand and pressed it over his heart. You delighted in feeling the familiar pattern of ridges through the thin fabric of his shirt.

 “Once I made an oath that I would protect you from all harm until my dying breath. Nothing would make me happier than to honor it.”      

You stayed curled into his chest overwhelmed and overjoyed. Zevlor held you close, running his large hand up and down your back as he debated- mostly with himself- what the best course of action would be.Eventually he picked you up with ease and gently sat you on the bed. Again he busied himself, searching through the papers on his shabby desk and pausing to add to his notes. 

“I think I have it.” He announced after a while. “I’ve had help from a few local merchants, one of them a blacksmith. He’s an honorable tiefling and also looking for safe departure. I had hoped to accompany him to guard him and his ‘wears’ to a market just outside the city. There’s only meant to be two small families with him, I can’t imagine another body could hurt anything.”        

“That’s perfect.” You sighed a fresh spark of excitement coursing through your chest. Something that felt so far away that same day was now so closer than you ever thought possible. “Gods, you’re incredible.” 

 “I’ll go to him first thing in the morning, see how fast we can pull things together.”  Zevlor scratched away at his list. 

 Watching him, the curve of his broad shoulders as he leaned over the desk, the way his loose hair framed the angels of his face, sent a sudden burst of blush to your cheeks. Your desire had only intensified as your body began to change. In your depressive state you had become used to the heavy ache between your legs going unrelieved. Feeling Zevlor so close once again brought it back with the dizzying might. You needed him, his warmth, more than your next breath. 

 “Zevlor?”  You moved to his side like a moth to the fire, in awe of his beauty. 

You ran your hands slowly down his back and settled them around his waist. He shifted as he was pulled back for the web of possibilities thundering through his mind. It wasn’t long before Zevlor abandoned his pen.He turned to you, the lines of his face softening as he took you in. The orange light of his infernal eyes stoking the fire in you. Zevlor reached for you but stopped himself, staring at your stomach. Before the question could form on his lips you pressed his hand to your bump.

"Oh," Zevlor let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he was holding as he moved his hand over the thin silk of your nightgown. "The heat of them. This is indeed a teifling child." He laughed, his voice more joyous than you had heard in ages. "I just- I never thought that..."

You silenced his struggle for words with a kiss which he returned with fever. His tongue impatience to reunite with yours pushed into your mouth with ease. Both of you had gone far too long without the other and no words seemed as fitting as an honest display of desire.

Zevlor removed your gown so quickly you couldn’t be sure he didn't just rip it to pieces. Not that you cared by the time you were pushed back onto his bed and laid out like a feast for a starving man. Zevlor's hunger did not disappoint. He was half frantic: caressing, kissing, sucking every piece of flesh he came close to.

To your great relief he nestled his thigh between your legs. You didn't hesitate to press your wet core to the strong muscle and grind against it wantonly. The sudden flood of stimulation along with Zevlor's hot tongue lapping at your swollen nipples was a shock to the system. You had only just begun and already your climax felt on the horizon. 

"Zev." You sighed, unable to stop your hips from bucking against him. "Please, I need you inside." 

"Then you'll have me." He groaned, voice heavy with lust. In seconds Zevlor had you spread open, the fat head of his cock sliding over your folds.

It only took a few desperate whimpers before he entered you with his usual care. You moaned in unison, heads falling back in awe of being together at last. Zevlor moved at a steady rhythm thrusting deep and slow. He had you babbling, drunk on the fullness that only he could give you. 

"You're so beautiful." He groaned, bringing his large hand to caress your breasts and stomach once more. "Always. But seeing you like this. I can hardly stand it."

His pace faulted as he spoke, making your heart flutter. Perhaps he was holding himself back just as you were.

"Have you thought of me like this before? Full of your child?"

Zevlor all but shivered at your words. He paused his eyes wide, searching yours.

"Yes." His hips bucked at the thought as his pace increased. "More than I should  say."

"Tell me. Tell me how you love it." Your voice shook with effort as white hot pressure built within you. "Tell me how you want to keep filling me with your babies. Tell-"

Your words turned into a silence scream as your whole body pulsed, your orgasm surging through you like lightning. Zevlor pressed his whole self against you, his thrusts hard and sporadic. He cried out for you as he filled you with the warmth of his seed. 

With shaking limbs you held him tight with your arms and legs wrapped around him. Not that Zevlor had not a single thought of letting you go. He mapped the path of your jaw and neck with lingering kissing, still reveling in the taste of your skin. 

“I’m going to keep you safe.” Zevlor paused, speaking in earnest. 

You ran your hands across his back, hoping to soothe the tension you could feel building again.

“I know. You always have.” 

Zevlor hummed and returned to showering you with kisses, a smile on his lips.