It was bound to happen eventually.

[heiresy]

Who: Aymeric and Yenh
What: They're gonna bang, probably.
When: Sometime after the Feast.
Where: The castle, then Yenh's shacking-up shack.
Warnings: Sex, most probably.


[It had all become rather routine now. Not in a bad way, really. But, in the past weeks he had purchased himself some clothing to blend in better. He had established his comings and goings. And for now, he decided that it was pertinent to keep his head down. Gathering the Mistress' ire was certainly foolish.

Once his shift was over, he hurried to the dorms to change, and then try to catch Yenh at the end of her day. He was dressed unusually- Not in general, simply in relation to the ceremonial garb or the thong that he's been breaking in for a couple weeks. This was a fairly simple tunic, cut in panels and tailored handsomely around his torso. He wore leggings in a cream color with a pair of soft leather boots. He looked almost like a regular citizen, aside from being a full head taller than most of the men puttering in the village.

Nearly fifty paces away he catches sight of her silhouette and tell-tale red hair.]

Yenh!

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[heiresy]

Then no-one has caught your fancy?

[He looks up at her through his lashes.]

At least, no one who has asked you directly?

[He shifts in his seat, trying to give his erection more space without physically tugging at his leggings.]

[crimsonlight]

No one directly.

[ It's a sentence fragment, but repeating it is much easier than thinking up her own words with him looking at her like that. She isn't even certain how obvious she is being right now; is he signalling to go ahead? Just being pretty on accident? Making culturally appropriate conversation?? ]

[ While trying not to move, she leans forward slightly. ]

After all that light-hearted fun, I need substance.

[heiresy]

Oh? And what would you consider adequate substance?

[He's leaning forward now as well, absently stirring his tea. The table is blessedly breaking the line of sight to his obvious erection.]

Someone who wouldn't consider you mere novelty, perhaps?

[crimsonlight]

Preferably. [ He leaned forward, too. Her breath nearly catches on all this nonsense. ]

Someone whom can be trusted. No- whom I already trust. [ She reaches up and picks the glasses off the bridge of her nose. They get set down on the table, somewhere. ]

[heiresy]

[His eyes follow her hands, his lips parted slightly. Alright, alright. Enough of this nonsense. He stands from his chair to move directly in front of her. The height difference is just... Absurd. But he braces a hand on the table, leaning over to accommodate.

Words are useless, idiotic, at this point. They've both been talked enough already he decides as he covers her mouth with his own. His hand hovers at her shoulder, not touching her in case he has somehow read this very, very wrong.]

[crimsonlight]

[ Her whole body tenses—and not to recoil. She braces against the wave of relief that breaks the floodgates. That is enough. There's nothing left to worry about for right this moment. ]

[ Yenh leans up into the kiss with the whimpering fervor of a woman starved. Nor can she stay so passive as she was in pushing to see if he was interested. She unhooks her ankles and draws in closer by entwining her legs with his. ]

[heiresy]

[He commits fully to it, then, placing his hand on her shoulder. Drawing her in, closing his eyes and sighing into their passionate kiss. He can't help the rocking movement of his hips against her open legs. It's too tempting, too natural feeling. He breaks the kiss, gasping, suddenly aware of the cup of tea now that a little has sloshed over the edge.]

Fury, tell me they gifted you with a softer bed than the hay-filled one. You will need aught with more give to receive me tonight.

[crimsonlight]

[ She feels a tad breathless, though she knows it's just nervous energy that will soon get used right up. If he hadn't spoken then, she knew she was liable to forget to suggest they move. His cock was just too distracting. Fortunately, his half-question brings even more enticing distractions. ]

Good. I mean, yes. It will be more than adequate. [ All she can think of is Aymeric pounding her senseless, and it turns out to be a very potent thought. ] Let's... move there.

[heiresy]

Very well.

[He lifts her then, just as they are with her legs around him. She's almost weightless to him. His head is swimming with arousal, even still he can tell the difference between the door he had just entered and the one he had not yet as he walks towards her bedroom door. With one arm around her, he opens it, carrying her inside.]

[crimsonlight]

[This is the one situation where Yenh doesn't mind being hauled around. It gives her a great chance to press rough and desperate kisses along his neck and jaw as her hands blindly fumble to pry open her gambison. She doesn't even get close to being undressed in the time it takes for that tiny walk, but no one can fault her for not trying. Plus, there's at least her neck and collarbone showing now.]

[Less of the clutter has made it into her room, which is largely just a small space with a bed, a chest, and a tiny, low-quality mirror that appears to have been scavenged from someone else's bigger, now-broken mirror. The bed is unmade, but at least there isn't junk on it.]

[heiresy]

[He was certainly privately worried there there would be scavenged flora on her bedspread, and is relieved that there is not. He sets her on the bed, glancing down at his boots. It would be entirely too rude to just... And they were knee-high, too. He would have to take a second.

Damn it.]

Mine apologies, but a moment if you please, I must remove my boots... [ As he then proceeds to unlace them faster than he has in his entire life, the feeling of those kisses still fresh on his skin.]

[crimsonlight]

[She starts to protest, but then changes her mind. Though she was more than willing to take him while both were still clothed, why waste the opportunity gawping? ... other than the fact that she often stands around gawping.]

[With an almost ferocity to her movements, she wrestles herself free from her tunic, casting it against the wall just as he probably finishes up with his boots. Skilled as a warrior as she is, Yenh isn't unmarred by her many battles and adventures, and they show in dark lines on her skin. Some very old, and one very clean cut across her torso very, very newly healed; it still looks a little itchy.]

[Yenh doesn't bother with her bra, though. She pounces on him the moment he appears less occupied.]

[heiresy]

[He had finished with his boots and unlaced the high collar of his tunic as Yenh is back into his arms. He kisses her again, passionately, letting his hands trait down her back, stopping at her tail. That would get a little getting used to, but it was alright.

It simply drove home the point that she truly was a different race.... And, to his mixed shame and pleasure, he had begun to find that taboo very arousing. He breaks the kiss to look at her, noting the bra still in place. His hands come up under it in the back, pulling it up to reveal her. His face flushes and he bites his lip in anticipation.]

[crimsonlight]

[He's not the only one biting a lip here as she pulls it up the rest of the way over and off, and it goes sailing in a different direction from her tunic. Even though she's eager to get down to the heart of the matter, the thrill she gets from his stare is its own reward.]

[Yenh watches his face as she unbelts and unfastens her hakama-style skirt, hands starting to tremble from that nervous energy being held in check for just a little longer. She barely manages to speak around the thick feeling in her throat.]

Don't hold yourself back.

[heiresy]

I don't think I could.

[His voice is just a bit deeper, huskier, with the excitement. He takes her words as invitation to drop her back onto the bed, pulling the unfastened skirt from her body. He's caught between two options now: Undress fully himself, or simply pull his cock from his straining tights and get directly to it?

There's the nervousness of a new lover, of wanting badly to impress Yenh. He figures it would be bad form to fuck her like a Brume whore, even if he thinks she might get a kick from it.

No, the first time should be proper. The tunic isn't nearly as complex as his ceremonial-style Lord Commander uniform, thankfully, and he is able to remove it and the loose undershirt in just moments. His scars are on full display now, as are the particulars of his muscles. Though, Yenh had the opportunity to see nearly all of him with that damned guard uniform.

He gives into his impulse and takes her breasts into his hands.]

[crimsonlight]

[Indeed; some of those scars were new to her, especially the burn marks on his neck. She knows where they came from. There is a lurch of pain that she forcibly covers up by focusing on the feeling of his hands on her.]

Good...!

[Although he may be trying to take his time, Yenh hasn't quite gotten the memo. She wriggles around under him and hooks the heels of her thighboots into the top of his leggings and pushes them down... which also doubles as a very direct grind against him.]

[heiresy]

[And he isn't wearing any underclothes at all. His cock pops out with the motion. He gasps with the contact, jerking his hips up against her. ]

Oh, Yenh.

[He tugs her underwear down, though it's trapped by their positioning. He pulls it aside, finally pressing his cockhead into her.]

[crimsonlight]

[She swears colorfully under her breath about their size difference, and parting and moving her legs to ease his entry despite the awkwardness of having her underwear trying to reassert itself into its proper place. He may be big and she may be small, but on her side she has determination, intense arousal, and months of occasional daydreaming about this event.]

[Yenh takes a deep breath and arches herself up to meet him. A challenge, perhaps, but one she is more than capable of handling—with full eye contact and a proud, happy grin. It's finally happening.]

[heiresy]

[The smile on his own face is more muddled with arousal and surprise, his forehead wrinkling as he closes his eyes and a moan escapes his lips. He pulls out as he can feel that damned cloth rubbing against him. With a quick display of strength, he tears the garment open at the crotch, then the side, then discarding it off the side of the bed.

Too much time has been wasted already now. He sheaths himself within her now, holding still in the nearly overwhelming tightness.]

Are you alright?

[crimsonlight]

[Rest in pieces, underpants.]

[Yenh nods, despite her head swimming with some discomfort amidst the intense arousal. She's no stranger to pain, though, and in a situation like this, it's a welcome byproduct. Not that she considers herself a masochist, but that level of self-awareness means jack shit to the Warrior of Light, who is rolling her hips to both get used to his size, and to drink in how it feels to be filled so thoroughly by this man under whom she has served in wartime. And now, she's glad to serve under him in a very different manner.]

Yes...!

I beg you to make good on your word. Please, Aymeric...

[heiresy]

Who am I to ignore such a plea? [He takes her hips in his hands, steadying her as he begins to move. If not met with too much resistance, he will thrust slowly at first, allowing further adjustment for the both of them. It's not as if he can go slowly forever as he chases his own pleasure through her. He adjusts their position with laughable ease to allow him better motion.

And move he does. He makes good on his word, making her bed shift and creak with his efforts. With the rhythm of a practiced dancer and the the strength of a warrior, he keeps a steady and unyielding pace. He prays silently that he can hold out.]

[crimsonlight]

[ Content to let him take the lead, she reaches out to him and drags her hands along his chest. For all that she practiced restraint and discipline during the fuckfest, now she has no worries about when and who first. Which is good; Aymeric bedding her with the force of a hammer is even hotter than she imagined. Her hips shift only slightly to ensure he hits along her ceiling in every right place, and she is reduced to whimpering encouragements between long-held breaths and through gritted teeth. Yenh is enduring, though not for long. ]

Don't stop, don't stop- [ Her begging would be nonsensical if she didn't hit climax right at the end of it. ]

[heiresy]

[And stop he doesn't, even as he's gripped by her climaxing tightness, throwing him easily over the edge. He doesn't have the time nor wherewithal to pull out as he bows his head into his own orgasm. He holds still, stomach muscles spasming, moaning through it.]

[He collapses on top of her, bracing himself from crushing her with an elbow. He just lays there, content in the afterglow, barely able to conjure thought. He rolls over onto his back, lathered like a horse. He turns his head, slowly opening his eyes to look at her, with a cheery and dazed look on his face.]

Incredible.

[crimsonlight]

[ Catching her breath, Yenh meets his gaze, nods, and makes an affirming noise. Her heart pounds in her ears. She feels quite sore, but there's no regret there. It's the same as a good training session or a fun spar, as far as she is concerned. Not that she feels much inclined to move right away, so she remains sprawled out on the bed where he left her. ]

[ Her smile grows as the post-orgasmic warmth settles in and gives her a few precious moments of calm. ]

I suppose we both needed that, hm?

[heiresy]

Aye. I haven't laid with a woman in- [As the orgasmic haze clears, and realization sets in]

Oh, Halone, What have I done?

[He sits up, looking at her between the legs.]

We must needs wash that out, immediately. [He moves to get up, getting tripped up in his leggings. He struggles a moment for his balance as he pulls them back up.]

Egon's a doctor- I should go to him at once!