[Moved] Everything is a guilty pleasure

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"Don't be a fool! I speak of quantity, not quality!" Gilgamesh said, shaking the red bag of chocolates vehemently. "This measly thing will barely last me two bites! Our feast would be over in but a moment! Were you planning to share a table with me for no more than a few minutes!?"

"If you don't want it, I'll take it," you huffed, tugging the package back from his grasp. "I'll just snack on these and just go hang out with Mash instead."

"Heh, Pitiful." A wide smirk graced his infuriatingly handsome face. Before you could react, he grabbed the red bag back. "But, I suppose this IS the best a Master of such lowly origins as yours could muster. Very well, you leave me no choice, Just this once, I will show you what a true Valentine's celebration entails."

"Follow me, Master. I will teach you about the true essence of my treasured Uruk personally."

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You reclined on your lounge chair, enjoying the view on the river Euphrates. You drew the wool shawl tighter against your shoulders to keep yourself warm. The wise king had insisted that you change into traditional garments from Uruk for this demonstration, stating that it would be a great opportunity to experience their culture more. The deep blue wrap-around dress was draped around one arm and reached your ankles. The material was thick and sturdy, but you'd grown used to your mystic codes doing the bulk of the temperature control.

"That's a head shawl. It isn't supposed to be wrapped around you like that."

You turned to to look over at Gilgamesh, sprawled over his own lounge chair, cradling a wineglass. The ruby liquid sparkled in the moonlight as he swirled the glass. Even while lounging, he still oozed arrogance. He'd changed into clothes resembling a loose white tunic and pants with an ornate red cloak hanging on his shoulders. He also looked a good deal warmer than you were.

"I'm cold." you argued. "Besides, the sun isn't up anymore so there's no point in covering my head."

You heard him click his tongue. "I had told you to drink your beer slowly, did I not? Now you reap the results of your foolishness." He sat up and beckoned you over. "Come, I shall play the role of a good host and warm you up."

You hesitated for a brief moment, but still wound up walking over to him. The night air in Uruk wasn't terribly cold but you'd still rather be warm. You settled in easily between his legs and leaned against his chest. His gold jewelry felt cold against your cheek, but he gave off more than enough warmth for you to be comfortable. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him. You felt him toy with your hair, running his fingers through the strands and running his nails against your scalp.

"So, where's this feast you mentioned earlier?" you asked, fiddling with his lapis lazuli pendant. "I'm getting hungry."

He chuckled. "First you complain of the cold, and now of hunger. Is my Master merely a pet I must look after? Truly my little mongrel?"

You sat up and pouted. "Well this little mongrel's gonna start biting if she doesn't get some food in her soon."

Mischief flashed in his red eyes as he leaned in closer, your noses nearly touching. "I suppose I better find something for your mouth to do so it won't bite."

You didn't know who moved first, but soon your lips met his. Your chapped lips moved against his as your hands found themselves at the back of his neck. You felt his hands drift down towards your hips. He pulled you close and made you sit on his lap. His fingers squeezed and dug into the soft flesh. You gasped. His hot tongue strode into your mouth, claiming it for his own.

You squeaked as you felt his hand travel down and squeeze your bum. The other went towards your inner thigh, tracing indiscernible patterns. Your body started to warm up. You shrugged off your shawl and loosened the draping on the dress. Suddenly, you felt cold.

"Ah," he murmured against your lips, "such a bold little mongrel."

You'd unfastened the dress too much, causing the fabric to fall away and expose your breasts. The skin pebbled in the cool night air, and under his hungry gaze. As if proving his statement true, you leaned over and shook his breasts at him, daring him to move.

He pulled you close. His mouth latched on to your breast immediately, suckling and swirling around the stiff nipple. His hand caressed the other, squeezing and stroking. A faint buzz of heat was starting to form inside you. You felt a slight dampness in your core.

He pulled away just as the heat inside you began to rise. He pressed a few kisses against your breasts and at the column of your neck, each one lighter than the last. He tugged the rest of the dress away, leaving you fully exposed. He grinned, and his gaze seemed to darken.

His hand pressed firmly against the apex of your hips. You shuddered from the contrast of his warm touch and the cold jewelry against your skin. A finger dragged against your slit. You gasped at the sensation, as well as the loud squelch. You were much, much wetter than you'd anticipated.

He gave a satisfied little hum before working a finger inside you. Your slick-coated entrance offered little resistance at first, but you could feel each little ridge of his rings as they rubbed up against your walls. Soon, a second finger followed. You fell forward and grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady yourself. The two fingers spread apart and bent as they pressed and probed.

You whimpered as soon as he rubbed up against your spot. It felt as if a live wire ran down your spine. His fingers rubbed up against that rough patch. His thumb made furious little circles against your clit. You sobbed. It was too much, too fast. You bit his neck as your tried to stifle your cries. He grunted in pain, but continued his onslaught. Your body began to twitch. You bucked and jerked your hips away, but his hand on your hip held fast. He continued to work you over and over as the pleasure began to mount.

And then nothing.

He'd pulled his fingers away at the last second. Just before your orgasm hit. Your body, weak with pleasure, fell against him. You looked up at him with bleary eyes. Your mind was still too awash with pleasure to form words. You gripped at his tunic with your shaking hands. He smirked.

"Did I not tell you, Master, that I didn't want our feast to end so quickly?" he said. He brought his fingers to his face and licked at the slick. "The night is young, and I have been starved of you for far too long."

He carried your slack body over towards the curtained central platform. Inside was a large day bed with several round pillows, and a table stacked with several brightly-colored bottles. He placed you on the bed, and spread your legs wide.

He knelt down and licked at your entrance. You bucked and whimpered, wanting more of the pleasure that had been denied you. He huffed before diving in to eat you out. He nipped and sucked at your lips. The sounds you made were pure filth. You whimpered and cried out his name. Your hands grabbed hold of his hair and tugged.

His wicked tongue brushed up against your clit. You saw pure white. You shuddered and clutched at him, pressing him harder against you. You felt him laugh. His tongue started to lick faster and faster. Fingers plunged inside you and crooked. He nipped your clit. You saw stars.

And again, it disappeared. He'd pulled away yet again. You felt like sobbing. Your skin felt aflame, it felt like each brush of the sheets could easily send you tumbling towards the edge. But never enough to push you over. Frustrated, you reached down and started rubbing to get yourself off.

"Tsk"

The Wise King slapped your hand away and leveled his glare upon you. He snapped his fingers. Gold cuffs and chains appeared and bound your limbs to the bed. You lay there spread-eagled, unable to move an inch.

"Oh mongrel. You should not have done that."

For hours upon hours he tortured your body with pleasure. You intimately came to know his fingers, his tongue, his mouth. Your walls memorized the shape of his fingers, and each and every stroke they made. His mouth left marks on your inner thighs, blooming on your skin like posies. Your body felt sore, and yet you still craved more of his touch. Just one last stroke to finally get you to the edge.

"Gil. Gil. Please. Please," you rasped, your throat dry and aching.

He pulled his fingers out with an embarrassingly loud noise. The bed was soaked with your fluids. You cried out at the sudden emptiness. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you babbled at him. Your mind too tired, too strained to properly communicate.

You watched as he shrugged his tunic and his pants off. His golden jewelry remained, glinting in the dark red of the early morning light. His cock stood full mast, swollen and dripping precum. He lined up his cock with your entrance. You whimpered at the sensation, but your body automatically bucked. He licked his lips and grinned.

"Hush, now mongrel," he said. "We're nearly to the end of our feast. Stay with me until the end."

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“Master,” Jekyll whined, “this is a really bad idea.”

You hummed and held fast to his hands as he tried to pull away. A familiar furrow appeared between his brows and the corners of his mouth dipped low. He glanced off to the side, eyeing the door.

“Well I think this is a great idea,” you countered. “You need a mana transfer, and this gives us the excuse to be more physically affectionate.” 

He flushed. His worried green eyes met yours again. He looked pale and terribly in need of more mana but he stood firm.

“I- He- I- We might hurt you.” His grip tightened as he sighed. “And that is the last thing I want. I’d rather lose my spirit origin than-”

“Shh. Shh. None of that,” you interrupted. “If you worry about me, I’m allowed to worry about you too. Both of you.”

You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his furrowed brow until it relaxed. His eyes fluttered shut, seemingly savoring your touch. You planted a few more kisses on his temple before settling back down. He pulled your hands to his lips.

"Know that I love you. That I adore you," he said as he kissed the backs of your hands. "Let me keep you safe by staying away from you."

Your hurt must have flashed across your face for he fervently pressed more kisses on your hands. You swore you felt a hint of teeth and tongue in between. His hot breath tickled. You knew that he wanted this too. He just needed a little push. Or two.

"Don’t you want me, Jekyll?” you pouted. 

You stepped closer till you felt his warm breath against your face. He looked at you warily. You grinned and pressed a few kisses against his jaw. You heard a sharp inhale, but felt him press back.

“Because I really want you, Jekyll. I want you bad.”

He whined, a high keening noise that sent shivers down your back. You heard him swallow and take several shaky breaths. You shushed him and kissed him more, deliberately teasing at the edges of his lips.

“Master,” he gasped, “every time you touch me, the restraints I have inside of me crumble.”

He grabbed hold of your face and smashed your lips together. His lips moved fervently against yours. He nipped at your bottom lip till it stung. You groaned and bit him back. 

Abruptly, he pulled back. He leaned his forehead against yours, his skin fevered. His eyes were closed. He panted as if he’d been running for miles. Your own lips tingled and throbbed. 

“I want you so badly that it hurts. I want you so badly that it feels like I’m being burned alive.” His eyes blinked open, his pupils blown so wide with want that you could hardly tell if they were green or red. “Your touch burns too... but it burns me so good.”

You licked at your sore lips. His dark eyes followed the movement. He bit at his own lips. His hand drifted down and pressed at the column of your throat. 

“You win, Master.”

He pulled you plush against him. His tongue plunged into your mouth and devoured you like a man starved. Your teeth clacked against his as he moved, but he seemed to pay it no mind. His hand on your throat kept you steady as his other slipped down and traced down your body. He tugged at your clothes, impatiently opening the buckles to reveal the flesh underneath. 

Your own hands tangled themselves in his hair. You ran your nails against his scalp, making him groan against you. You hummed happily against him, happy to let him dictate the pace. 

RIP

You pushed him off. The front of your mystic code had been sliced open, exposing your white undershirt. The man in front of you brandished his trusty dagger, not an ounce of remorse to be found in his expression. His mouth was pressed into a frown, but his dark red eyes seemed to drink in the newly revealed flesh.

“HYDE!” you said. “How are we going to explain this to Da Vinci? This was brand new!”

He shrugged. “Well it’ ain’t no good if that’s all it took to fall apart. I- I’m so sorry Master! But it does seem flimsier than- Now let’s get you out of those clothes!”

“Wait!” You stepped away from him as he approached you with the knife. “Wait I’ll take them off! You don’t need to cut!”

He scoffed at your suggestion. “You’ve gotta realize I’ve got kinkier tastes than that! Right Jekyll? I- uh. Now mosey on over here and let me free you from those rags.”

You rolled your eyes at him but walked on closer anyway. You closed your eyes and waited for him to start cutting.

And waited. 

And waited.

You cracked an eye open and saw kind green eyes gazing down at you. You relaxed. He still had the dagger out, but his expression was gentler, more patient than earlier. He held the dagger to you, motioning for you to take it. Confused, you took it from his grasp, cradling the blade in your trembling hands. it was heavier than you expected.

“Is this something you want too, Jekyll?”

“Yes,” he bit out. “I-if you’re not up for this, we can always stop. We can just stick to kissing.”

“No. I mean, I’m okay with this. I think.” You bit at your lip. “Just... just take it slow okay?”

It was really unfair when he smiled like that. It made you feel like you could offer everything you had to him with no complaints. It made you feel weak in your knees. You handed him the knife back.

The blade pressed against your warm flesh, its touch feather-light as it traced its way to your collarbones. When it stopped, you looked up at his face. A shadow had fallen over his face, you couldn’t see the color of his eyes. He’d been gentle with the knife and hadn’t drawn any blood, yet his grip on your hip was a touch too tight. He smiled and leaned in close to your ear

“Scared yet?”

“N-no. Keep going.”

Was this Jekyll or was it Hyde? A quiet voice in the back of your head asked, did it really matter? You trusted them both with your life. You felt the blade nick lightly at your skin but no blood spilled. Only pinpricks of pain appeared. It traced down and slowly sliced at your shirt. It was sharp, sharp sharp. He barely applied any pressure but the cloth easily came apart. 

He kept going until your chest was exposed. He drew circles around your nipples. The contrast between the feather-light touch and the razor sharp blade circling around such as sensitive part of your body was exquisite. He pressed slightly harder against the skin, bringing about the slightest hint of pain. It made you gasp as you struggled to stay still.

“This is probably where your heart is,” you heard him murmur. “Just look at how fast it’s thrumming. Are you sure you’re not scared yet, Master? Your heart’s beating awful fast.”

“I can still take it.”

You heard him laugh before your back hit the bed. He pinned your arms down with his free hand while the other used the knife to cut your shirt away completely. He rutted his lower half against you, letting you feel his hardness. You felt your core clench and weep. You squirmed, willing him to get your clothes off faster.

“Hyde,” you whined. “Please.”

“What’s this? What’s this? You’re actually begging for me?” He laughed and placed the bladepoint to where your underwear peeked out of your pants. “You should know better than that, Master!” He leaned in close. “Beg properly.”

“Please, take my clothes off and fuck me, Jekyll,” you whined. 

“Oh dear. I’m being rather mean however. Are you sure I’m really Jekyll?” he crooned, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I could just be Hyde, pretending to be gentle.”

“‘s true. Or I could just be big old proper Dr. Jekyll, trying his best to be mean.” He pressed the butt of the dagger against your opening. You hissed and glared at him, but he merely stuck out his tongue. 

“’course both of us do want to get into this moist little hole of yours, so whoever you call out, you’re not gonna be wrong!”

You groaned and squirmed. The handle provided enough pressure to turn you on, but Hyde was stubbornly keeping it still. He still kept your arms in place so all you could do was wriggle in frustration. 

He clicked his tongue in frustration before pulling the handle away. He pressed the blade firmly against your left pant leg, slicing it open and nicking the flesh underneath. You whimpered as the faint scent of copper rose.

“Careful there, Master. Not that good at being gentle. Who knows what else I might cut if you keep moving,” he taunted.

You hesitantly kept still as he cut away the right pant leg, taking care to not cut the flesh this time. Every time he pressed just a tiny bit harder, shivers ran down your spine. Each time you thought he’d actually cut you again, he’d pull away and trace light patterns somewhere else, leaving just that hint of pain behind. It was terrifying. It was thrilling. 

Finally, he drew his blade against the seam of your pants. cutting away the thick fabric and leaving only your sodden underwear behind. He barked out a laugh and pressed firmly against your opening. 

“Look how absolutely drenched you are! Did you just cum? Did you cum from me slicing you up?”

You frowned at him. “Unfortunately, no. Not yet.”

“Hmm. How very mean of Hyde,” he crooned, as he swept your underwear aside. “Not letting our adorable little Master cum.”

He gathered your slick and slowly, painstakingly slipped a finger into your opening. He did it gently and carefully, making your agony worse. He pressed against your walls firmly before slowly pulling out. 

You gave a low whine as he pulled out, only to be gently shushed. Two fingers slowly entered you, spreading you out. His fingers rubbed insistently at your walls, as if searching for something. Suddenly, you saw sparks.

“Ah. Feeling good Master?”

He continued to rub at that spongy, rough mass. You gasped and writhed. Pleasure flooded your veins, making you dazed. You struggled against his hold, but he only smiled at you sweetly. He continued to smile at you as he worked you up with his fingers. 

Suddenly the pressure on your arms loosened and disappeared. You watched as he transferred the dagger to the hand that wasn’t knuckle-deep inside you. Carefully, slowly, gently, he brought the knife above your sternum. Even through the haze of your pleasure, you felt worry well up inside you. 

“Jekyll?”

“Hmm? Oh, don’t worry too much about this Master,” he said. He pressed the blade point slightly against your skin, bringing the slightest edge of pain. “Just focus on cumming.”

“Wh-”

He started pumping his fingers in faster and faster. The base of your spine began to grow white-hot as pleasure started to pool in your belly. Tears trailed from your eyes as the pleasure crested. You gripped your sheets, trying not to writhe as you felt yourself come apart. You burned from the delicious friction.

As your pleasure peaked, white-hot pain burned in your chest. He was digging the blade against your skin. You shrieked, both from the pleasure and the pain, helpless in the wake of both. In your dazed state you could hardly tell if it was Jekyll or Hyde. Whoever it was, the last thing you saw was his wide grin before everything faded to black. 

“One day, I’ll teach you to embrace both pain and pleasure.”

When you next opened your eyes, all that was left was a dull sting on your chest and an ache in your lower back. You’d been settled on pillows, and there was a gauze bandage on your chest. By your bedside, Jekyll (or Hyde?) had fallen asleep. As you stirred, he awoke and immediately started to fuss over you.

“I am deeply sorry for pushing you too far, Master. How are you feeling? Do your wounds still hurt? Are you feeling light-headed?”

“I’m fine” you croaked, your throat still much too raspy and dry. “How are you? Did you get enough mana?”

For a brief moment, his eyes flickered to red and he smirked. The next moment, a worried expression took over and he handed you a mug from the bedside table. You took the mug and drank the lukewarm tea.

He took your free hand and pressed a lingering kiss on your pulse. Dark green eyes met yours, still burning with want.

“Oh yes. I got plenty of mana, my dear.” He pressed another kiss on your palm. “I hope you let me indulge some more in the near future.”

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Rain poured heavily all through the night. Winds howled against the walls, sending occasional groans and rattles all through the dilapidated building. I twisted and turned, trying in vain to fall asleep. My body was exhausted, but my mind kept racing. It had been hours since I’d turned in, but I’d just lain awake, staring at the cracks in the ceiling. Thoughts of the earlier battle kept running through my head. Flashes of brightly emblazoned fur, enormous tusks, and glowing eyes seemed burned on the backs of my eyelids. I could still smell the fetid breath of the demon boar as it charged. We’d managed to scrape by, but my servants paid the price. I bit my lip.

Injuries were expected. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen blood spilled, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. But it had been months since my servants had gotten more than bruises or scrapes. We’d been doing so well. Guilt still sat heavy in my gut even after I’d patched them up as best I could. I’d hesitated for a second, and that was all it took. A second of indecision and paralysis that everyone else had been punished for. I turned and pressed my face into the pillow. It was pointless and counter-productive, but I’d wished that I’d gotten injured as well, to help lessen the guilt.

After a few more minutes of wallowing in guilt, I gave up and got out of bed. I made my way to the makeshift kitchen, hoping that a drink of water would help. The wooden floorboards creaked and groaned, but the storm outside was much louder. I felt my way through the dimly-lit halls and stairs, hoping that I wouldn’t fall through the holes in the woodwork. I arrived unscathed, but I wasn’t alone. A familiar dark-tressed knight stood vigil, staring out towards the barred wooden doors. At the sound of my approach, he turned.

“Master, is something the matter?”

Even in the low light, he was beautiful. His cheekbones were sharp, and his jaw strongly defined. His amber eyes sparkled in what little light it caught. For a moment, I stood transfixed, my purpose forgotten. A flash of lightning snapped me back to my senses. I cleared my throat and gave a sheepish smile.

“I couldn’t sleep. I was hoping that a drink of water would help.”

“Ah, then let me-“

“No! It’s fine, it’s fine. You’re still standing guard. I can do it myself,” I insisted, walking towards the sink before he could move.

As I held a relatively clean glass under the faucet, I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He’d turned back towards the door, his two spears at the ready. There was a certain stiffness to his shoulders, and his grip seemed too harsh. A tension had hung between us ever since I’d given him chocolates earlier this year. It wasn’t as if it affected his ability or the dynamics between us during battle, but outside of combat we could hardly speak to one another. I always got tongue-tied whenever I addressed him, blundering through even the most mundane of small talk. He’d reply politely and calmly, making my awkwardness even more glaringly obvious. No matter how politely he replied however, I always got the sense that he was trying to pull away. It hurt, and I didn’t even have the right to be hurt.

Regret and guilt were a horrible combination in my gut. The valentine chocolates had seemed a great idea at the time. But all I got from that momentary glee was self-inflicted disappointment. I’d found myself turning towards him more frequently, and a flutter in my chest whenever I heard his voice. It was embarrassing. I was a grown woman. A crush shouldn’t affect me to this degree! Especially considering what I’d been tasked with doing. To be distracted by such trite matters was unthinkable. Unforgivable.

“Master, your cup overflows.”

I flinched, jerked back to reality by the sound of his voice. Water had been running over my skin now, the cold rendering it numb. Hastily, I turned off the tap and brought the glass to my lips. I drank, doing my best not to choke under his scrutiny. He’d left his post by the door and stood next to me, staring silently. His spears had vanished. While I had no doubt that he’d still be able to effectively deal with threats anywhere within the room, it was highly uncharacteristic for him to approach. When I’d finished drinking, I turned to him, an apology already upon my lips-

“It seems you have plenty of things on your mind, Master” he stated. “May I know what troubles you?”

-only to be tongue-tied once more.

“I-I… uh… the battle earlier.” I caught his split-second flinch. “I’m so sorry I hesitated and got you all injured…”

“It is a small matter. Nobody died and we managed a win. I remains a success,” he replied, waving the matter off easily as if he hadn’t gotten gored at the side earlier.

I frowned at him and stepped closer to prod at his chest. “You really shouldn’t be letting me get away with these things so easily, you know! Even if I’m the master, you’re still need to point out my mistakes so I learn from them.”

His eyes crinkled at the corners. “But it seems as if you’ve already learned your lesson however. Calling attention to your mistake again would be akin to tearing open a freshly lanced wound. It serves no purpose.”

“Don’t tell me that you don’t harbor even the least amount of resentment over it. I mean, even Cu and Hans flicked me on the forehead for it earlier.”

“You wish to be flicked on the forehead?”

“Argh! No I mean- uhh don’t you want even the teensiest bit of revenge for it?”

“I’m afraid I don’t quite understand…”

“Well, what I’m saying is that you get a free pass to do anything to me. Just this once because I messed up… I mean anything outside of outright killing or significantly injuring me!” I rambled

“Hm.”

Something flickered across his expression. He stepped closer, close enough that I felt his breath fan my face. His eyes seemed strangely intent. His hand clasped mine gently. My knees felt weak. I could hardly breathe.

A soft thud sounded in the hall, followed by a series of curses. We jumped apart, panicked. As I tried to calm my beating heart, Hans stepped out of the shadows of the hall, rubbing his head, his eyes clenched shut.

“Hans, are you okay?” I asked, doing my best to not seem flustered.

“Eh? Master, you’re awake?” he called out, squinting into the dimly-lit room. “Just had a bit of a stumble in the dark. I’m fine.”

“If you are unwell, I can keep watch for this next shift as well,” Diarmuid offered.

“Bah! Do not coddle me. I am not the type of writer that pries apart two lovers engaged in a late night tryst!”

My cheeks flared as I stammered out my denial. Diarmuid was equally as adamant, though significantly less flustered. Yet the author paid no heed to our words, merely ushering us out into the hallway. Resigned, we walked through the hall silently. Gone was the friendly air we’d managed to wrangle earlier. All we had left was our usual tense silence, now heavier with questions regarding what happened before Hans interrupted. I bit my lip. I didn’t dare hope.

We reached my door, but he didn’t depart immediately. He lingered, frowning at the ground. After a few more moments, he sighed and gave a low bow.

“I apologize for my behavior earlier. It was unbecoming of a knight.”

“I-It’s fine!” I stammered out. “I was the one who put you on the spot. It’s my fault.”

He firmly shook his head. “No. I am at fault. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of a lady’s offer t-to-“  He cleared his throat. “The fault is completely mine, I assure you, my lady.”

The title sent my heart fluttering once more. I bit my lip, doing my best to stamp down the glee of him addressing me as his. “Diarmuid,” I called out, “what were you planning to do earlier?”

He glanced to the side. “I wanted to ask for a bit of mana.”

“Ah! Um! Yes! Okay! N-no need to be ashamed of that!” I assured him. “I-I mean that’s normal!”

My hands trembled in a mix of nervousness and giddiness. It wasn’t an unusual request, but he’d never asked anything like that before. He seemed content enough with the supply that Chaldea gave. I tried to open the door, but my hands shook too much to turn the knob. As I struggled, his hands drifted towards mine and engulfed them.

“It’s not,” he muttered, keeping his gaze averted. “May we speak further of these matters inside your room?”

He held fast to my hand as we went inside my room. When the door shut, he closed his eyes and squeezed my hand.

“I… have affections for you, Master. It is unbecoming, especially since I had intended to ask mana from you.”

Glee shot through me like a firework, setting everything ablaze. My skin tingled. My chest seemed too tight, too filled with joy. I was quickly losing the battle to keep a smile from my face. It was getting difficult to form coherent thought.

“I don’t follow…” I wheezed. “W-why would that be a bad thing?”

He frowned. “My wish had only been to serve loyally and fight for a Master who wouldn’t betray me. And so far in my stay in Chaldea, I’d managed to get that. I greatly respect you, Master, and still wholeheartedly pledge my being to your cause. But-“ he broke off, biting his lip, “these feelings ruin matters.”

He let go and buried his face in his hands. “I had done my best to keep away from such matters, yet now my ruin comes by my own hand… Perhaps this is revenge for all the suffering I’d caused before.”

“Diarmuid, it’s fine. This… this doesn’t have to change things-“

He growled. His hands fell to the sides, clenched in tight fists. “It has already changed everything! I cannot stand to be alone with you. When we speak, I struggle to keep myself distant, to keep myself from pursuing the conversation further. Even now as I loathe these feelings, my arms still long to hold you.”

He sighed and leaned against a wall. Anguish colored his expression. His breathing was ragged. His eyes bore into mine, pleading for answers that I could not give. Everything was bittersweet. I slowly made my way over, careful not to startle. Ever so gently, I wrapped my arms around his frame and pulled him to a hug. I kept my hold on him until his breathing relaxed, until the tension eased from his body. I knew not how long we stayed holding each other, only that it settled a comforting warmth over my chest.

He pulled away just enough for me to see his expression. He looked much calmer now, though his mouth still dipped downward. “I apologize for my earlier behavior, Master. I am… unused to these types of feelings.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it too much. I… actually have something to tell you as well.” I bit my lip. “I uh… have affections for you too…”

Panic seeped into his expression. “I’m sorry. I can’t control the love spo-“

“What?! No! No! I mean, if this was entirely because of that geas, don’t you think I’d be more aggressive? And that I would have pursued you much earlier?”

He furrowed his brows, still unconvinced. Nevertheless, he dropped the matter and just continued to hold me close. He played with the ends of my hair. I traced patterns onto his back. Even through the fabric, I could feel where the bandages bunched up on his torso. Idly, I pressed a kiss against his chest in apology. He shuddered and lightly tugged at my hair.

“Do you still want that mana transfer?”

He hesitated only for a moment. “A small amount would be sufficient…”

I reached up to press a kiss against his lips. I trembled as I kissed him, leaving touches as delicate as spun sugar. There were no fireworks this time, just tiny little pinpricks of glee as our lips moved. I pulled away, breathless. His amber eyes were half-lidded. He leaned  closer and whispered a desperate “more” against my lips. I left a hundred butterfly kisses on his cheeks. When I’d run out, he cradled my chin. “More,” came the breathless plea. He slanted his mouth over mine, licking at my bottom lip until I opened my mouth. His tongue dove in, exploring every nook and cranny as if committing it to memory. When my chest burned for oxygen, he pressed his lips against my neck. “More.”

I led him to my bed as we kissed. He sat down and pulled me to his lap. I left tiny rosebuds on his collarbones. I tugged my shirt up half-way before I prompted, “More?” “More.” He helped ease off my shirt, and ran his fingers down the newly-exposed flesh. He grasped my breasts almost reverently, rubbing and squeezing as if afraid of breaking me. I sighed and arced my back, enjoying the gentle affection. Desire built up inside me. As he continued, he started to buck his hips. His arousal stood at full mast. I reached down and stroked, squeezing a drawn out groan from him. He pressed his face on my shoulder and hissed. “More?” “…More.”

I got out of his lap. I pulled at his tights until they dissolved under my touch. His arousal was flushed and curved. I knelt in between his legs and pressed a kiss against the base.

“More?” I asked, gazing up at him imploringly.

“More,” he choked.

I took as much as I could of him into my mouth. What I couldn’t fit, I stroked with my hands. I hummed around him as I sucked, drinking in his shudders and twitches. I bobbed my head faster and faster, doing my best to keep my gag reflex suppressed. He groaned out my name and grabbed my head. I glanced up to see him biting his lip fiercely, eyes grown dark with lust. His face and neck were flushed. I pulled away for a moment. “More?” “M-more…”

I pressed my breasts around his arousal and started stroking. He hissed, threw his head back, and swore. His entire body trembled. From time to time, I’d take the tip into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. It left him keening and crying out my name. It was addicting to see him come nearly undone at my mercy. As the pace increased, so too did the volume of his cries. His hips started bucking faster. His body trembled and tensed. He gripped my hair tighter. He came in bursts, coating my face and breasts with his cum. He leaned down as he recovered, as if watching for my reaction. He wiped away as much he could from my face, doing his best even as he trembled.

“Are you alright, Master? Do you require assistance?”

“I’m fine. Just give me a minute,” I wheezed.

I climbed back onto the bed and lay down beside him. Our hands  were clasped as we both tried to recover our breath. I closed my eyes. Exhaustion hit and it was slowly dragging me down to sleep. I twitched and struggled, fighting back to stay awake. I felt Diarmuid shift beside me. Soft lips pressed against mine in a chaste kiss.

“Going to sleep?” he asked.

I shook my head. “N-no. I’m… I’m just resting my eyes…”

“More?”

“M-more…”

I felt him tug my shorts and underwear off. My legs were nudged apart. A few kisses and nips were planted along my inner thighs. A warm mouth descended on my core. I jerked and opened my eyes. He watched me as he ate me out. His tongue lapped at me eagerly, occasionally brushing against my clit. I hissed and bucked, but his hands kept me firmly in place. He pulled his mouth away soon after, and replaced it with his fingers. He slowly eased one finger in, eagerly drinking in my reactions as I squirmed.

“You look so beautiful, Master,” he crooned. “It’s just one finger but you’re reacting so much.”

I bit my lip to keep my voice back but he started thrusting the finger in even faster. I hissed and kicked at his shoulder as he increased the pace. After a few minutes, he added in a second finger. He began to spread them apart and rub more firmly against my walls. After he stroked a particular spot, I tensed and bucked into the air. A big spark of pleasure ran through me, leaving me breathless. He started rubbing more insistently at that spot. I shuddered as the sparks slowly built a raging flame.

“My lovely debauched Master! Moaning out my name while I pleasure you…  making such delightful little noises with that pretty voice of yours…”

I clenched tighter around his fingers. To hear the usually polite knight flatter me in such a bawdy way gave me a heady rush. I whimpered as he took his fingers out and gave a cursory lick, tasting my essence. As he continued to pleasure me, his other hand stroked his growing arousal. At regular intervals, he kept increasing the fingers until we were all the way to five. I was near delirious at this point, desperate for release. I reached my arms towards him, beckoning him closer.

“Diarmuid,” I begged, “fuck me…”

He smiled sweetly, as if I’d merely asked him to hold my hand. He lined his arousal up with my entrance and gently pushed it in. I squeaked and shuddered, holding close to him as he reached the hilt. Diarmuid was a gentle lover, letting me feel every glorious centimeter of his length as he ran it through me. He kissed my cheeks as I cried out. He kept at a slow gentle pace until I begged him to fuck me faster. He put my legs over his shoulders and set a faster pace. The angle made sure that he kept on hitting that spot consistently. He kept cooing and praising me whenever I clenched tightly around him. He peppered kisses down my neck as he whispered words of adoration. I scratched his back with my nails and hissed out his name. The fire inside me was now a conflagration, ready to burst out my skin. I clenched tighter around him, begging for release.

We came one after another, each crying out one another’s name. He kept moving even as he came, stuffing me full of his seed. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, holding on until morning light came. I knew not what we were to one another. It was no longer just a bond of a Master and her Servant. It wasn’t love, it wasn’t that brilliant or completed yet. It wasn’t friendship nor simple infatuation. Whatever it was, it felt warm and comforting, a refuge.

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Thank you for the suggestion nonny! I’m sorry I went with female for this prompt because it was t*tfucking. 

I have many thoughts about Diarmuid. 

He’d probably have a LOT of reservation and hesitation before getting into any sort of romantic entanglements willingly. While I don’t doubt that he could probably still be attracted to people, I feel like he’d be the type to ignore it as much as he could. He’d even be more wary of people claiming they like him because a) the love spot geas, b) how people being attracted to him led to his downfall. 

Initially when I began this fic, I went in with the idea that well as far as falling in love goes he’d probably be the least hesitant if it was with the lord/lady he was serving, right? NAH. That love and adoration is going to color his loyalty and service. He’s not used to that so it probably really makes him nervous. Add to that the complication that is mana transfer. It is a physical thing, sure, and if you’re really determined it’s just going to remain that way. But if attraction is added to the mix, it introduces a whole host of problems. The question of “am I asking for a mana transfer because I do need mana or is because I want physical affection?” comes up a lot and is probably the one Diarmuid is primarily concerned with. (Tried to squeeze this into the fic but it was getting long and I was getting tired sorry)

I did my best to do justice to his character, tweaking and prodding at circumstances to make it still feel like this is still him willingly entering into something sexual with his master. Let me know which parts you thought needed more improvement! Thank you!!

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Dense purple fog piled in around us, limiting visibility. I called out to my servants, trying to make sure we weren’t separated, but I could hardly make out their figures. I kept calling their names: Mash, Jekyll, Mordred, Shakespeare, Andersen, Tamamo, and Kintoki. I repeated them like a mantra, my own personal chant to fight off the growing dread. Not a single voice answered back. Desperate, I ran forward, hoping that they’d merely gotten too far for them to hear my voice. My legs felt shaky, heavy with fear. I stumbled and bashed my knees against cobblestones. I hissed through the pain, looking around for whatever tripped me.

“Mash?!”

Her figure lay crumpled on the ground. Her shield broken in half. I grabbed her shoulders and shook, but nothing happened. Her eyes remained closed, her breathing faint. No matter what I did, she remained unresponsive. Moonlight peeked  from in between the clouds, illuminating the area. All around us were the bodies of the servants I’d called out to. All of them lay on their ground with their weapons shattered to pieces. I whimpered, blinking back tears . Dread piled in heavily, squeezing my chest until it hurt to breathe. Ominous, raucous laughter echoed. The moonlight vanished and I was left in the dark. My instincts screamed at me to get up and run, but my limbs hung limp. I felt a familiar presence approach, with all its oppressive power and malice.

“I found you, foolish Master of Chaldea.”

I woke up panting and covered in sweat, sheets tangled around my limbs. I stared up at the ceiling in my dimly-lit room, but each time I blinked I saw flashes of my dream. My heart still beat wildly in my chest. I trembled, even as I repeatedly whispered to myself that it was just a dream. Strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me close against a warm body. I gazed up to see Cu’s sleepy face, his eyes barely open. Rough hands swept hair away from my forehead before soft lips pressed kisses against my clammy skin. I snuggled further, doing my best to relax. His scent was calming, bringing to mind forests and meadows brightly lit by the afternoon sun. I wrapped my arms around him, burying myself even deeper in him.

When my breathing had evened out and I no longer shook, he broke the silence.

“It’s that London dream again, huh?” he asked, his voice still raspy with sleep.

“Y-yeah. Sorry for waking you,” I murmured.

“I’m used to worse conditions, don’t worry.” He pressed another kiss against my forehead. “Just frustrated that I can’t really help with that… Can’t fight against a dream with my spear.”

I smiled. “Having you here with me helps me lots already, Cu. You help me calm down.”

“Eh. If you’re happy with that, it’s fine I guess.” He yawned. “Ready to go back to sleep?”

“I think I’ll do a bit of stretching first and then change my clothes.” I pulled away from his hug and kicked the sheets away. “I’m still a bit tense and keyed up.”

“Mmm. Want a massage instead?” he offered.

I raised a brow at him. He’d never brought up anything like this before. “Since when did you know how to massage?” I asked, prodding at his chest. “I didn’t know you were interested in things like that.”

He shrugged. “Heard some of the staff complaining about stiff shoulders and wanting a massage, so I looked into it. Seemed a good thing to learn for future missions, and it was interesting I guess.”

“Have you massaged other people before?”

“Well, I gave old man Fergus a shoulder massage the other day. He seemed to like it. Told me to use more force though.”

I shuddered. “Please use minimal force on me… I’m not built like he is…”

He laughed and ruffled my hair. “Sure thing, Master! Now, strip!”

“You’re just using this as an excuse to get me naked, aren’t you~” I teased. “I see through your plot.”

I sat up to pull my shirt off, and shivered as the chill touched my bare chest. I caught him staring and smirked. His red eyes were half-lidded as he stared me down. He always had this way about him that forced me to focus solely on him. Nothing else existed in the moment but us two.

He crawled over and gripped the garter of my shorts. “I’m a simple man,” he stated. “I see someone hot. They want me. I want them. Clothes go off.” He pulled the fabric down my legs, dragging my underwear down with it. “Nothing much to it.”

He gave me a once-over, showing a toothy grin that sent delicious shivers down my spine. I bit my lip and grinned back. There was no way I wasn’t getting fucked tonight. He made me sit cross-legged on the bed while he stayed behind me. His hands descended on my shoulders, squeezing and rubbing against the sore spots. I groaned as the tension slowly eased out of my body. He was good, remarkably so. He carefully eased out the knots that had formed on my upper back and neck. I started to feel boneless, ready to collapse against him. His fingers drifted towards the front, flicking and squeezing at my nipples. I grabbed his hands, trying to pull them away.

“H-Hey, my chest isn’t tense. No need to do that,” I complained half-heartedly.

“Really? But these are getting awfully stiff,” he muttered, pinching my nipples for emphasis. “Might need a bit of stroking to help them relax.”

He pulled me onto his lap. His naked erection pressed insistently against me. He continued to rub and squeeze, rolling the stiff buds between his fingertips. Kisses rained down on my neck as I squirmed. I moved my hips, rubbing against his erection. He groaned out my name and bit down my neck. I gripped his hair, ran my hands across his scalp and tugged whenever he bit too harshly. After he released my neck, he started nibbling at my ear. My hips continued to move, building up the pace. My arousal throbbed and tingled. My hands drifted down to relieve some of the heat.

“Need me to massage that too?” he whispered. “Got something that’ll feel better than your fingers.”

He lay me on my back and spread my legs. He stuck two fingers in his mouth, staring into my eyes as he sucked. He then pressed the slicked fingers against my opening, teasing and prodding it open. I gripped at the sheets and took slow breaths to relax as he pushed the fingers in. I closed my eyes as he started to probe and spread his fingers apart. Heat started to build as he continued to rub against a particular bundle of nerves.

“It’s all soft and tight, Master,” he growled. “All nice and wet and hungry for a big fat dick.”

I managed a chuckle and glanced up to watch his expression. His mouth was pulled up to a savage grin and his eyes were hazy with lust. “Well, get over here then and fuck me, Cu.”

He growled and lifted my legs over his shoulders. His dick plunged inside me in one smooth motion. I moaned at the familiar fullness. He made a few shallow thrusts, growling each time I clenched around him, before increasing the pace. I bit my lip and glared. He smirked. My pleasure was spiking. I wouldn’t last long. He knew what I liked. I pulled him down, crashing my lips against his, in hopes of delaying the inevitable. Our tongues swirled around one another, fighting for dominance. I tangled my fingers in his hair again and pulled. He groaned and bucked harshly.

“Are you going to cum now, Master? My dick’s making you feel that good, huh?”

I opened my mouth to reply but his thrusts turned rapid. I whined and writhed, but there was no escape. My release bloomed and burst, coating everything in a haze. I twitched and shuddered, waiting for the sensations to fade to no avail. Cu continued to fuck me through my climax, heedless of how sensitive my walls were. Pain and pleasure entwined within me with each thrust. Within minutes, I was well on my way to my second climax. My eyes watered as I praised and cursed his name. I reached out to pull him close again, but my hand trembled and fell mid-way. He grabbed hold of it and pressed it to his mouth, leaving harsh bites against the skin. I squeezed his grip as I came, holding on to him as I crashed.

I gasped out his name as he continued to move. I coiled tight around him at each thrust. Each little movement was electrifying. He swept his hair back. His eyes were almost black and his mouth was clenched in a snarl. He looked near-feral now, like a great beast that had finally cornered its prey. It was terrifying. It was thrilling. It turned me on so damn much. I keened as he ravaged me, squeezing out each droplet of pleasure left unspent. His teeth found my neck, biting down harshly as he came.

We lay curled against one another, utterly spent. There was no tension left in me now, only a boneless sense of completion and exhaustion. He brushed his hand against my face.

“Master, I’m not good with anything that doesn’t involve fighting. I can’t make those dreams go away. But I swear on my spear that I won’t let that happen again. I ain’t letting us feel helpless in front of that bastard again.”

I smiled back at him. “I’m counting on you.”

“Next time, I’m stabbing that bastard in the ass!”

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“Hush,” murmured Gilgamesh. “Don’t struggle overmuch.”

Warm hands pulled me plush against his body and into his lap. He pressed kisses along my neck as he pulled away my clothes. His warm mouth sucked and bit at a fading bruise, his favorite spot. I hissed and shuddered, gripping his shoulders for support. His clothes had long disappeared. The press of his warm skin against mine made me blissful, content. I ran my fingers down, tracing along his tattoos with my nails. I rubbed along his abdomen appreciatively, before sliding even further downwards. His breath hitched as soon as I reached the tuft of pubic hair. I felt his growl rumble in his chest as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. It twitched in my grip as I stroked. After a few moments, he grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me away.

“You didn’t like it?” I asked, slightly breathless from surprise.

He shook his head. “I want to drink your wine first.”

I squeaked. Warmth flared under my skin and my ears buzzed. “D-Do you really have to call it that? It sounds weird…”

He clicked his tongue as he lay down, pulling me along with him. His hands settled at the flare of my hips and coaxed me forward. “What would you have me call it then? Your essence? Your prana?” He scoffed. “Unimaginative! Boring! Are those the types of address you want, Master?”

I pouted down at him as I knelt, placing my thighs on either side of his arrogant head. “Well, they sound a lot better than ‘wine.’” My breath hitched as his fingers stroked along my thighs, climbing up towards my core. He spread my lower lips and gave a cursory lick. I jolted.

“Perhaps you’d like more vulgar ones then?” he continued. “Are those more to your taste? Something akin to, ‘lavishing you with my tongue until your pleasure overflows and fills my mouth?’ Stoking your little nectar pot?.”

I mentally groaned. King of Heroes he may be, but his dirty talk needed work. “… Please just eat me out already, my king.”

Another click of his tongue but he acquiesced. He pulled me down and left butterfly kisses along my inner thighs. He licked at my lower lips as he watched my reaction. His tongue rubbed insistently against me, sending trickles of pleasure. Even in his zeal however, he kept avoiding the little nub of pleasure at the top. I sighed and shivered, taking the small mercies he granted. His tongue soon slipped inside, lapping at my walls and drinking in the building moisture. His face grew flushed. His red eyes alight with mischief. I bit my lip, holding back my cries. I may have been the one at top, but he was the one fully in control.

He kept his eyes firmly on mine as his tongue thrust in. The pace grew faster, pulling my moans out. Ever so often, he’d give little nips. The tiny pinpricks of pain colored the pleasure, making the sensations after it bloom brighter. At this point I didn’t bother holding back my moans. A particularly harsh bite made me buck. Horrified, I stammered my apologies and rose. A squeeze on my hip prevented me from getting too far however.

Gil looked drunk. His cheeks were ruddy. His eyes blazed. His mouth spread open in a toothy grin. His wicked red tongue swept across his lips, as if savoring the taste that lingered there.

“Fuck yourself on my tongue…” he ordered, voice dripping with lust, “I permit it.”

He pulled me back until I practically sat on his face. He started eating me out in earnest; suckling, biting, and laving. I rolled my hips, gasping as his tongue probed even deeper. I felt my slick grow as I rubbed. The lewd sounds and my scent hung heavy in the air. I felt heady, unsteady in my arousal. I ran a hand through his hair, trying to ground myself as the pleasure rose. His thumb pressed against my clit. A shockwave of pleasure hit. I hissed and squirmed, but he kept a steady hold of me. He rubbed tight little circles. I wailed his name, begging that he slow down, but he was merciless in his pursuit. My heart beat wildly in my chest. The pool in my body was full to bursting. But still, he did not relent. After what seemed an eternity of tortuous delight, he threw me off the precipice of pleasure. I screamed. He drank down my climax.

I collapsed, shaking as I fell. My whole body seemed alight, overly sensitive to everything. Warmth engulfed me and held me steady as I crashed back to earth.  As soon as I finished shaking, I pulled away enough to look at him. His cheeks were still flushed, but the his eyes no longer seemed fevered. My scent clung to him like second skin. I reached up to press a soft kiss against his lips, tasting my own arousal. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against his.

“…How was the wine, my king?”

His chest rumbled as he laughed. “Full-bodied and exquisite as always.”

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It was a rare slow day in Chaldea. No meetings, no scouting missions, no training simulations. Thanks to the Gilfest, materials and other supplies were fully stocked. Barring any emergencies, everyone was free to do whatever they wished. Staff and servants alike took the opportunity to go to seek whatever recreation or recuperation they could find within the confines of the base. It had been tempting to go along with them and spend all day in bed but it didn’t seem right to just relax without doing anything to thank the one who’d made all this possible.

That being said, it was easier said than done. Less than five minutes out of the kitchen, my arms trembled as I tried to balance two trays. One was laden with a full pot of tea and cups, the other carried the confections I and Emiya had prepared. Emiya had wanted to assist, but a crowd of hungry Artorias arrived in the kitchen and had demanded snacks. Master or not, one couldn’t stand between an Artoria and food, so he’d stayed.

“Well,” I murmured to myself, “I brought this on myself so might was well see it through.”

“See what through?”

It took everything in me not to flinch. Lancer Arthur Alter stood behind me, expression as neutral as ever. He stood alone in the hallway, sans his horse and lance, but he was by no means less imposing. His dark armor seemed demonic in this light, something not helped at all by the dark crown that rose like horns on his head. I caught my breath and managed an uneven smile. Despite everything, it was still difficult being in his presence. His gold eyes flickered briefly down on the treats before looking back at me.

“Do you require assistance?”

I hesitated. I would have normally jumped at the chance, but considering who I was delivering these to… a fight might break out. Despite his claimed charisma, Gil was a very difficult servant for many to get along with. But then again, Lancer didn’t really have to go into the room anyway. Perhaps I could get away with it without incident?

“Only if you don’t mind,” I replied, offering the tea tray.

Silence settled between us as we walked. It wasn’t heavy, but there remained a prickle at the back of my neck. I felt as if I had to tiptoe around eggshells. I eyed him briefly. It was unsettling how he kept silent even with all that dark armor. If he hadn’t spoken up, I never would have noticed him standing there. He… was a strange one. The other alters had no issues speaking up, but he refrained from chatter both during and outside of battle. He spoke only when strictly necessary, which left few opportunities to bond with him.

“T-Thank you by the way for helping me,” I began, “I thought you’d be at the cafeteria since it’s near lunchtime.”

“You would have dropped the food had I not arrived,” he chastised, eyes still focused forward. “Your physical strength needs improvement.”

I shrugged to cover up my wince. He’d hit a sore spot. He was right of course, but that didn’t help with the pain.

“Ah, that’s true… Been doing some cardio and resistance training but I guess it isn’t enough…” I bit my lip, hoping for the best. “Maybe you could help me?”

He turned to look at me. “Is that an order?”

“M-More of a request really…” I squeaked out. I’d underestimated how heavy the weight of his gaze would be. There was no malice, but there was an ever-present intensity that bore down on me. I could scarcely breathe until he looked away.

“I will consider it.”

We arrived at a pair of doors, ornate and wrought with gold. It was largely against the protocol but considering who resided behind those doors, everyone just turned a blind eye. I grinned uneasily and shifted my tray to leave one hand free.

“Well… here we are. Thank you so much again for helping me carry all this. I can take it from here now. You don’t have to go inside.”

He made no motion to return the tray. “I fail to see any reason to do that. Your strength has not improved significantly during our brief trip. You will drop the food again if I hand it over.”

“A-Ah. But this will take just a second!” I insisted. “I can manage that!”

He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. He raised one hand and gave a few quick raps to the door. I bolted forward and grabbed hold of his hand to pull it away, but the damage was done. A booming voice resounded, barely muffled by the doors.

“WHO DARES TO DISTURB THE KING?!”

I winced. There was no mistaking the arrogance and fury in that tone. The one and only King of Heroes. Lancer’s eyes bore down on me, pinning me in place.

“You pay obeisance to this king?” His voice remained neutral yet it made the hair on the back of my neck prick up. “Out of all the servants, he’s the one you chose?”

I shook my head profusely, equal parts horrified and embarrassed. “It’s not like that! I’m… I’m just thanking him for Gilfest! We got a lot of good resources from it, and we couldn’t have done it without him.”

“SPEAK UP OR FACE EVEN MORE OF MY WRATH!!!”

The edges of Lancer’s mouth dipped briefly. He tugged his hand away and looked significantly towards the doors.

“Your king calls,” he remarked. “Best not to keep him waiting.”

I felt tilted. He’d put me on the spot suddenly and immediately pulled back. He looked affronted. I wanted to apologize and explain further, but he remained silent and unmoving. He didn’t look particularly receptive to any explanation at this point. On top of that, the person I’d wanted to thank was now irritated. I had to salvage what I could. I sighed and called out to Gilgamesh, asking for permission for entry. When it was granted, I pulled the door open slightly. Wordlessly, Lancer handed over the tea tray. The judgement in his eyes stung. He left without any further comment, but his disappointment was clear.

Luckily, Gilgamesh was easier to read and please, for once. He was too tired to play any mind games, content that I wanted to thank him for his efforts. On the whole, he was satisfied, save for occasional comments that I should have brought wine instead of tea. The Wise King was also there, doing his best to keep awake, but failing most of the time. It was an enjoyable visit, almost enough to distract me from what happened with Lancer. Come mid-afternoon however, both kings sent me out of the room, claiming that the constant rumble of my stomach was starting to get annoying. Still, let it not be said that they were not generous. They sent me off with some of the food that hadn’t been included in the festivities: nachos, a smoothie, and chicken nuggets. It was easier to carry off than the trays, but it still occupied both my hands.

“O-kay… how do I do this?”

I stood in front of my room. Opening the door required a specific key combination. I bit my lip and shifted my weight as I raised my foot, doing my best to type in the keypad. It was difficult and time-consuming, but I couldn’t really think of any other option. If I went to the cafeteria, the smell of the food would undoubtedly attract Salter and Santa Alter. Between the two of them, I’d hardly get a bite in. I didn’t feel comfortable with leaving the food on the floor either. I huffed with the effort of keeping steady. Just as I finished, my knee bent forward. My weight lurched. I dipped backward, unable to recover. I shrieked. I clenched my eyes shut and braced for the impact.

“This is disappointing.”

My eyes burst open. I met a familiar set of gold eyes, neutral as ever but with a slight hardness in the gaze. His mouth was set in a firm line. His grip on my shoulder tightened as he helped me stand back up again. He still looked a bit upset, but much better than earlier. I bowed slightly.

“Thank you, again. I-I really do need to work on my fitness haha…”

He clicked his tongue. “You bow your head too easily.”

I smiled and shrugged. “I just like showing my appreciation whenever I can.”

At that, his eyes briefly narrowed. I thought he’d say something more but he just turned around and walked away. This time, I was more insistent. I rushed past him and blocked his path. I nearly winced when I met his gaze. Trying to stop him head-on was terrifying. I felt like a little raft trying to wage war against the churning sea. He towered over me, all broad shoulders and muscle. His eyes stared down, unblinking and unflinching. His chest peeked out of the gaps of his armor, broad and powerful. His muscular arms hung at his sides, tensing slightly. Even without his weapon, he could brush me aside without effort. Still, if I wanted to have any sort of understanding between us, I had to stop running away. I stepped forward and closed the distance.

“Eat with me, please?” I said, barely able to stop my voice from shaking. “I brought a bit too much food… and I wanted to talk to you too.”

“Is that an order?”

I bit my lip, and nodded. The frustration sparked a bit more courage. It had to start somewhere. If I needed to order him in order to spend time with me at first, then so be it. Hopefully, I wouldn’t need to keep resorting to that. A beat of silence remained before he nodded back.

“Acknowledged.” He held his hand out. “I’ll carry the food.”

Brittleness hung over both of us as we went inside my room. It dissipated only slightly after we’d started to eat. My earlier courage had vanished, so I danced around what I wanted to talk about. I made small talk, asking him what he did every day, what he liked to do. He replied politely, but it was largely up to me to carry on the conversation. It was difficult to tell if he was being his usual self, or if he was distracted by the food. The amount of nuggets he consumed seemed to suggest the latter. As the meal drew to a close, I spoke up.

“It isn’t really a matter of choosing, you know. I just really wanted to show my appreciation to all my servants for everything that they do…”

“You seem to hold preference over him, despite how difficult he could be,” his voice placid, but the accusation was plain to hear. “How is that not a matter of choice?”

“It’s just that the past few missions needed his skills specifically,” I insisted. “I would have brought someone different if the problem required someone else.”

“Words are cheap,” he growled.

His uncharacteristically rough tone grated at my patience. I balled my fists and glared.

“What do you want from me? Every explanation just seems to bounce off you.”

“Proof,” he spat. “I am a man of actions, not words. Until I see it with my own eyes, your claims amount to nothing more than meaningless chatter.”

“Just because you weren’t there to witness it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen!” I wrung my hands out at him. “I spend time with everyone!”

“…I highly doubt that.” There was a subtle edge to his voice, and a coldness in his gold eyes as he looked away.

The dismissal stung. Indignation flared up within me. I grabbed hold of his armor and roughly pulled him towards me. I ignored the bite of metal against soft flesh, and grit my teeth at him.

“You know, I’d spend time with you too if you’d give me any openings!” I yelled. “As it is, I had to order you to go here just so I could talk to you outside of battle.”

His eyes narrowed. “And what would you have done if you’ve had other chances? Chattered more?”

I gripped his armor tighter. “I would have done things you liked too!”

Something flickered in his eyes. He drew closer until our faces were barely apart. The air seemed charged. “Oh?” His breath felt warm against my face. “Combat? Training? Devotion?”

His last request sounded …odd, but in my fury I nodded all the same. “Yes! Anything you asked!”

A chuckle was all the warning I got. In a flash, I wound up on his lap, staring up at him as l gripped his armor. I scurried back but his hands held my hips in place.

“Little mage,” he called. “the golden one isn’t the only king here, lest you forget. You also need to pay homage to me.”

“I-I know that,” my voice sounded weak even to my own ears. “H-how do you want me to do it then? B-Bow and praise you?”

In answer, he rolled my hips against his. A spark of pleasure rose in my gut as something firm rolled against me. I shuddered and glanced up back at him. His face was still neutral but his golden eyes seemed to glow. He gripped my chin and leaned in closer.

“Are you prepared to yield to me, little mage?” he whispered against my lips. “Are you prepared to worship this king?”

Lancer seemed like a force of nature. He swept past everything and crushed anything that opposed him. He was an effective ally to be had, but he couldn’t be controlled, not fully anyways. It was all I could do most days to try to keep the damage on my end to the minimum. To suddenly be at the end of that golden gaze of his, the last sight many opponents saw, was terrifying and thrilling. 

Tiny shocks buzzed around my skin as he stared me down. I pressed forward, knocking against his lips. It was a rough kiss, desperate and hungry. One hand gripped my hip, rubbing me against his growing arousal. I gasped at a particularly rough thrust. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, devouring and conquering as only a king could. I reached up and gripped his shoulders, trying to find an anchor in the rising tide of pleasure. My tongue rubbed against his, pushing back. I started bucking on my own, keening as I pushed against him. The hand on my hip drifted back and squeezed my butt cheek.

I pulled away, hoping to catch my breath, but he held fast. Cool metal pinched at my skin as he cradled my chin, deceptively gentle. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, praying to any deity listening that I be granted reprieve. Instead, all I got was a puff of warm air by my ear.

“You stop now, Master?” His voice was a low, rumbling thunder. “Where’s your prior ardor? The devotion you claimed earlier? Come, show me.”

Both his hands drifted to my bottom, encouraging an even rougher pace. I whimpered against his neck, but he granted no mercy. My own arousal was building fast, and he knew it. Pleasure thrummed beneath my skin now, begging to be released. I rubbed insistently at his armor, tugging and pushing until they turned to motes of gold. I bit and sucked at the skin of his neck, leaving tiny blooms of scarlet against white. My hands desperately squeezed at his broad shoulders, marveling at the muscles underneath.

“F-Fuck…” I sighed. “Y-you could really just pin me down and fuck me and I wouldn’t be able to struggle… I wouldn’t be able to do a thing against these.”

I glanced up. His eyebrows were furrowed now and he was definitely biting his lip. The sight had me lightheaded. I pressed close against his chest, nuzzling at the powerful muscles. I left kisses all the way down until I got to his nipple. I licked and sucked at the pink bud until it puffed up all puckered and stiff. It looked all pretty and luscious so I nipped.

 A sharp slap sang in the air, followed by a burning white-hot pain on my bottom. He’d stopped moving. He gripped my chin and roughly tipped it up so he could look upon me. He was fully frowning now, but his eyes remained bright. He pressed the thumb of his gauntlet against my lower lip.

“Now, I didn’t think I’d need to introduce punishments this early on… Do you want to be punished or will you be good?”

His eyes contained promise, almost daring me to oppose him. Whichever one I chose, he’d be getting what he wanted. I sighed against the gauntlet.

“I’ll- I’ll be good Lancer.”

He shook his head and drew nearer. “When I’m in the battlefield, I’m Lancer. Here, as I ravish you, I’m your king.”

My pulse thrummed faster. The title was regal, but sounded primal off his tongue. I keened, wishing to close the gap but he held me in place. I could only gaze up at him, pleading with my eyes to let me kiss him.

“Yes, my king.”

He smirked, a sharp sickle that sent me trembling. He pulled away, leaving me with naught but cold air. Before I could complain, he roughly grabbed me by the hips and eased me off his lap. He dropped me on the floor and spread his legs. His armor dissolved in a spray of gold dust, leaving nothing but his bare skin and his glistening arousal. It stood dark red and swollen, curving slightly as it reached the tip. A few drops of glistening moisture dripped from the slit. He sat back and beckoned me with a flick of his finger.

“Come.”

I crawled forward, easing in between his thighs. I reached out and traced the curve of his arousal with my finger from base to tip. It twitched at the touch. I wrapped my hand around his penis and leaned closer to lick his balls. I languidly stroked him and gazed up as I licked and laved. His cheeks were faintly pink now. He continued to bite his lip as he kept his eyes on me. I stroked faster and faster, cooing words of praise at him.

“Your penis is so big and hard, my king. It’s going to fill me up all good and tight…”

He growled and gripped the back of my head, coaxing me closer. “Suck.”

I fought down the urge to roll my eyes. There would be time enough to act up later. Obediently, I licked a stripe up his arousal. I gave a few licks at the slit before slowly taking him into my mouth. He kept silent but I could feel his shudder as I took him until he reached the back of my throat. I hummed as I sucked, setting a leisurely pace. My mouth was so full I could barely move my tongue. I chanced a glance up at his face and groaned. The smirk was back, wicked and cunning and devious. The pleasure that had been slowly easing as I focused on him flared back up full force. Warmth bloomed in my cheeks as he continued to gaze down.

“Such a good little mage. Taking my cock so well…” he purred. “Sucking so obediently and eagerly.”

I moaned. My own arousal begged to be touched. I looked up imploringly at him, silently asking permission.

“How about it? Does the king’s cock taste good?”

He gripped the back of my head and bucked, thrusting his penis all the way into my throat. I choked and gagged, tearing up as I tried to relax. He kept staring down, smirk widening as I clutched and squeezed at his thighs. When my chest started to burn, he pulled me off. I must have been quite a sight, mouth hanging open, spittle dripping from my mouth to his penis, a dazed look on my face as I stared back at him. He grinned, all teeth and no mercy. He stroked my cheek. The touch of cool metal against my heated cheeks felt blissful. I sighed and closed my eyes.

“So good…” I rasped. “I want more, please… my king.”

Another chuckle. I felt his arms tuck under my knees and around my shoulders before heaving me up. I opened my eyes and whimpered, wrapping my arms around his neck for support. He sat down on the bed and made me face him. He snapped his fingers, dissolving the gauntlet on his hand, before thrusting his fingers into my mouth. I groaned, but still obediently sucked. His other hand wandered down and squeezed my bottom. He gave a few light smacks before tearing away my clothes. I shrieked and looked up at him in alarm. He merely thrust his fingers further into my mouth, and rubbed at the exposed flesh with his still gauntleted hand.

“Such a shame you’ve been so good, little mage,” he muttered. “It might have been fun to see how flushed you’d get over my knee.”

He took his fingers out of my mouth. His hand drifted down until he brushed against my opening. I squirmed and gripped at his arm and squeezed. It felt electrifying to finally be touched. I gasped as he pushed his fingers in, slightly tearing up at the tight squeeze. He’d actually put in two at once! I glared up at him as I winced. He smirked and started thrust his fingers deeper. I closed my eyes and keened. His free hand pressed me closer to his chest.

“Hush, little mage. You know you’ll need to be prepared first, otherwise you’ll be in pain.”

He started thrusting faster, wrenching a sob from my throat. I buried my face into his chest, hissing slightly. Suddenly he stopped. He pulled me away and leaned me against his shoulder. My eyes were heavy with tears. I could vaguely make him out as he looked down, but couldn’t identify his expression.

“Master, are you alright?” It was the closest thing to gentle I’d ever heard from him. “Do you wish to stop?”

I tried to manage a smile and nodded. “I’m fine. J-Just don’t be too rough, please my king. I-it’s been a while since I was touched down there.”

“A while?” He echoed. “Not hours prior?”

I rubbed my eyes blearily and squinted at him. “Yeah? I think I’d know when I’d last been fucked?”

I felt, rather than heard his chuckle. I opened my mouth to ask more, but all that left was a gasp. His fingers started moving again, pumping gently in and out of me. It was less painful than before. Slowly but surely, pleasure started to trickle down and pool as he spread his fingers. He rubbed against a particular spot that had me clutching his chest and seeing stars. Soon afterwards he added another finger, sending me trembling against his chest. I moaned and pressed my face against the taut muscle as he continued to rub. At four fingers, each touch tingled. I kissed his chest as I begged and trembled. Just as the pain had gone away, he withdrew his fingers and lay me on the bed.

“On your knees.”

I knelt on unsteady limbs, facing away from him. I sighed and shivered as I felt the cool touch of his gauntlet against my bottom. I snuck a glance behind me to see him smirking. His eyes flashed when he caught my gaze. His penis prodded at my slicked entrance. He gave a light smack to my bottom before he pushed in. I whimpered and shook, doing my best not to squirm away. It was tight. Not tight enough to be painful but enough to make me feel full. I grabbed fistfuls of the sheets and pressed my face into the pillows as he pushed in further. I heard his grunts as he went deeper and deeper. When he stopped, he leaned over and whispered,

“Don’t break.”

He started slow, letting me feel every agonizing centimeter of him as he filled me up. I hissed each time he pulled out, bracing for the next thrust. Soon, the pain started to fade, quicker than I thought it’d take. A warm bubble of pleasure was building up at the base of my spine. He started to thrust faster, occasionally squeezing my bottom whenever I clenched too tightly. Whenever he saw that I was getting comfortable, he’d increase his pace.

“You’ve been silent for a while now, little mage. Does the king’s cock not please you?”

He thrust in roughly. I grit my teeth and glanced back. “It fee-ah! Feels too good, my k-king!”

He gave another smack before thrusting even faster. I shrieked. My arms gave out and I fell, facedown on the bed as he continued to thrust. The air was thick with the sounds of skin slapping together. I whimpered. My skin burned with pleasure. I clenched tighter and tighter.

“M-My king! I-I’m about to come!”

He groaned and kept thrusting. “Not. Until. I. Tell. You. To.”

I sobbed and whimpered, near delirious with pleasure. Nothing else registered but the feeling of him thrusting inside. Everything felt too tight, too warm, too bright. I keened and shook, struggling to hold back against the tide. Each exhale turned into ‘my king.’ No other words mattered. He remained relentless, stoking up the pleasure even as I felt crushed by it.

“Cum.”

At the command, I let go, letting the pleasure crest and sweep me away in its tide. Everything faded in the white-hot pleasure. My ears buzzed. I felt my king continue to thrust as he came, filling me up with his seed. I sighed and shivered as he pulled out. I felt boneless and weightless. He lay down beside me and pulled me close. He talked but I could barely hear him. The buzzing in my ears continued. Still, I nodded along to all that he said as my eyes drifted shut.

“…AsaFest sounds like a good idea for next year.”

--

Okay but really OzyFest sounds more plausible than AsaFest but let him dream.

Lancer sounds like an ass man to me. Cuz, you know he’s Ass-a

--

Several figures fit the label of Robin Hood, and he was just the one called on by Chaldea.

Most of his past was a blur and he preferred to keep it that way. If he didn’t know, then it was less likely that his enemies would. That meant fewer weaknesses to exploit, which made his job a whole lot easier. That was what he told himself most days anyway. He preferred to focus on enjoying what time he had left. He didn’t deny that there were a few details that he’d like to have known, but the disadvantages far outweighed whatever closure he’d get. Still, he hadn’t anticipated that his current Master would be that upset when he admitted that he didn’t know when his birthday was. It wasn’t anything significant, nothing that could be used to strategize or plan. Seeing the frown on her face made him uncomfortable so he gave her the next best thing: an arbitrary date he’d taken to celebrating yearly.

The gods had a sense of humor. By the time the date rolled by, they had been stuck on an overextended mission. Some convoluted particle (Nobbu, Elisa, demonic, he couldn’t even remember at this point) had coalesced and wrapped itself in several areas all at once but all during three day span. They’d been reliving the same days over and over in different places for about a month now. The enemies weren’t difficult, but the repetitiveness and the lack of rest was starting to wear on everyone on the team.

It was their last night in Makati, and they’d been granted the night off. Early tomorrow morning, they were ray-shifting to Reykjavík. Everyone immediately left, desperate for some entertainment. His master had wound up dragging him along, but seeing as his plans had been to just drink and smoke, he obliged with minimal fuss. She took him to this gastro-pub and insisted that he order whatever he wanted.

“Anything?” he peered at her over his menu, “Now, have you been holding out on all of us, or did you manage to steal Goldie’s black card?”

She giggled and exaggerated her shudder. “If I’d done something like that I’d go somewhere ritzier for my last meal! Maybe one of those Michelin star places!”

“Can’t see what the fuss would be about though. Grub is grub, right?”

“Eh well, still sounds like something cool to do.” She held up her menu again. “A-anyway, it’s just some money I’d saved up for y-your birthday. It’s not unlimited or anything, but I have enough for us to have a nice meal… I had Da Vinci forward it a week ago.”

Something warm and tight fluttered in Robin’s chest, along with an urge to pinch her cheeks. He was certain that she was pink. Whenever she stuttered, she was blushing. He reached out to pull her menu down so he could see her face. She kept moving away, stubbornly covering up, muttering excuses. Her stubbornness won out in the end. He settled for petting her head before going back to his own menu. By the time they ordered, there was no evidence of the blush, save for a faint redness on her ears. There were few other patrons at the bar so their drinks came at a regular pace.

His master was an adorable drunk. After a couple of cocktails and splitting the “birthday shots” with him, she was as red as a cherry. She giggled at nearly everything he said, and bounced up and down her barseat whenever she told him a story. Details got mixed up and there were times she’d stop in the middle of an anecdote because she forgot what she was talking about, but he didn’t get sick of listening. He was pleasantly buzzed, laughing along whenever she laughed. He caught himself staring several times that night. He eyed the brief peek of her collarbones whenever she’d lean forward to drink, the lace meshwork that decorated her back, and at the lace garters at the edge of her stockings whenever she crossed her legs. It stirred something within him that had been brewing for a while, but stamped it down stubbornly with sips of brandy.

“R-Robin~ I’m cold,” she whined, leaning her cheek against his shoulder.

“Oh? Wanna turn in for the night then, Master?” he smirked at her. He didn’t pull away, relishing in the feel of his skin against hers.

She puffed up her cheeks and pouted at him. “Wrong~ You’re supposed to say lines like ‘Want my jacket?’ or ‘I’ll warm you up in my arms!’”

The bar lights shone down on her beautifully. Her eyes sparkled. Her lips looked pink and plump. Her skin shone. Before he could stop himself, he reached out and tucked an errant strand behind her ear. His fingers brushed against her cheek for the briefest moment but his skin still tingled. “Yeah, yeah. I’m pretty lousy at picking up ladies,” he admitted breathlessly. “Have pity on this loner.”

She smiled up at him before pulling away and sitting up properly. “Well~ I don’t know about that.” She giggled before rummaging in her purse. “I might know a few who’d argue otherwise.”

“Oh?” It was his turn to lean towards her. “They must be really skilled at hiding themselves away then, or really shy. Send them my way, will you?”

“No promises~” She fished out her card. “Let’s head back?”

The trip back to the hotel room was mostly uneventful, save for the moments when she’d press closer to him, claiming unsteadiness. The room was still abandoned. She let go of his arm and dropped herself facedown on one of the beds. He clicked his tongue affectionately and gently sat her up.

“I know you’re tired but you still need to get cleaned up, okay?” He tapped on her cheeks a few times to rouse her.

She pouted at him, squinting at the dimmed lights. “Carry me~”

She nuzzled close enough for him to smell her perfume. He could feel her breath against his neck. His fingers itched to pull her closer. “C-Come on. Even just a face wash, yeah?”

She withdrew suddenly, looking slightly more sober than earlier. The playfulness was gone from her face. She nodded and unsteadily walked towards the bathroom. As soon as the door clicked shut, Robin let himself collapse. He rubbed his face and groaned. It was getting out of hand. It had always been a push and pull between them. It was thrilling, but he was terrified. Tonight was dangerously growing close to the tipping point. There was something there, it had been there for months when he’d finally stopped denying it. But it had always been covered up in fleeting touches and playful teasing. They hinted at it but never spelled it out. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if she yanked the covers back. Would he flee and hide as he always had in life? He wanted to believe that he’d stay and face it, but a long line of retreats didn’t build much confidence.

The bathroom door opened. He was transfixed. She walked out in a loose shirt and shorts, things she always wore to bed, but she still wore the black lace stockings from earlier. Breath escaped him. Slowly, she walked towards him, gaze penetrating. She stopped in front of him, leant in close enough that he could count each eyelash.

“Robin,” she whispered against his lips, “touch me?”

“Master…” he whimpered. “I’m not strong enough-“

She kissed him. She yanked him forward and kissed him. He felt as if the ground had been pulled out from underneath and he fell endlessly. He felt weightless and unsteady. Nothing else registered but the faint press of her lips against his. She’d kissed her only in mere moments but he felt as if he’d been falling for an eternity.

As soon as she pulled away, he chased after her. He moved desperately, grabbing anything he could to keep her close. They must have fallen over because the next thing he knew, he was on his back with her weight pressing down on him. He felt her tangle her hands in his hair, tugging fiercely when he nipped at her lips. When she pulled away for breath, he lay butterfly kisses on her neck. He nipped, sucked, and laved at the collar bones he’d been staring at all night long. His hands traced along her body, feeling at the soft flesh and curves. He found the edge of her shirt and swore softly when he touched the skin underneath. She threw off her shirt, revealing her bare flesh.

“You’re breathtaking,” he wheezed.

When she blushed, her entire body blushed, he realized. She was pink from her face to her shoulders. A faint flush trickled down to just above her pert breasts. She grinned down at him and tugged at his clothes until they turned into gold dust. She leaned down and starting peppering kisses of her own down his body. He shuddered as she swirled her tongue on the head of his penis. His hips bucked, but she straightened up again, a teasing grin upon her lips. She rose just enough to remove her shorts, leaving her panties, stockings, and garter belt.  He gripped her hips, coaxing her forward until his head was in between her thighs. He leaned up, pressing a soft kisses where the lace met skin. His fingers rubbed her mound. He relished in the feel of lace and silk sliding against flesh, her musk, and her whimpers. She bucked against his hand as the moisture grew.

She trembled and moved back when he traced her slit across the fabric. Carefully, he pushed the cloth aside and slowly eased in a finger. It was tight. She gripped hard against the sheets, swallowing down her cries as he pushed his finger further inside. He pressed kisses against her thighs, coaxing her to relax and to breathe. He moved in increments, careful not to startle her too much. After several minutes, she’d relaxed enough for two fingers. It was still a tight fit, but she no longer whimpered with each movement. He slowly pumped his fingers in, gradually spreading them apart.

A flare of pleasure had him gasping. Her hand wrapped loosely around his penis and was giving languid strokes in time with his fingers. She looked winded, but she still had a teasing grin on her lips. Each time he increased his pace, she stroked faster. When he added another finger, she gripped him tighter. Everything he’d been holding back was bursting through the cracks.  It seemed like she was egging him on, teasing and prodding until he burst.

When finally he could no longer hold back, he grabbed her hips and flipped them over. He towered over her now, menacing and desperate. One hand gripped at his shaft, the other spread her open. The tip pressed flush against her core. He shuddered at her softness but braced himself. He gazed down at her, a silent query hanging in the air.

“Robin, take me.”

He did his best to push in gently, his hips stuttering each time her walls tightened around him. Pleasure pooled and pulsed with each motion. When he was fully inside, he embraced her and pressed kisses against her forehead in apology. After a beat, he started moving again. He was slow at first, but as her moans grew more insistent, he bucked faster. Nails dragged along his back, raining pleasure down.

“So full. Ah! So good,” she muttered after reach thrust. “I’m close! Close!”

She wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing him closer. She left kisses and nips against his neck as he moved. He pressed his face against her shoulder, biting and sucking at the skin. Heat throbbed inside his skin. Electricity seemed to shoot down his spine at each thrust. He saw stars each time she clenched.

“Master!” he groaned. “So tight, so soft.”

They came soon after each other, crying out one another’s name. He sought her lips, groaning as he rode out his climax. He pulled out and rolled to the side. The scent of sweat and arousal was heavy in the room. Every part of him seemed to pulse as he cough his breath. She gripped his hand in hers, squeezing affectionately.

Later on he’d be coaxing her back to the bathroom to wash up. Later on he’d be tidying up as she rested for tomorrow’s battle. But for now, he stayed by her side, relishing in the small victory of not retreating.

 --

This was a weird experience. Next time I think I’ll just stick to focusing on the female/gender neutral character. It felt like I was doing it wrong the entire time