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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[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!

[crimsonlight]

What? I thought he built machines to fight demons.

[ That is 100% the first thought Yenh has to Aymeric's sudden panic. ]

[ But she's even more aware of the dangers and risk of pregnancy than he apparently is; which is why she sits up, grabs him by the wrist, and pulls him back toward the bed. ]

Ah- Aymeric, be calm. It's safe. The alchemist- gave me a remedy to render me temporarily barren. Your seed shall not quicken in my belly.

[heiresy]

[He lets his wrist be taken and listens to her.]

....Really? He calls himself a doctor. I'll have to ask...

[He looks down at her, worry still clear on his face.] Is that for certain? ...Otherwise, what sort of future would that child have?

[crimsonlight]

A good one. [ It's the best reassurance she can think of to offer, even if the idea of having Aymeric's child seemed so impossible that she hadn't even considered it before. ]

But that matters little and less; it won't happen.

[heiresy]

[He still seems unsure, even the concept of the political turmoil bunching in his gut. He takes a breath, opting to trust her. Why would she lie? He presses a hand to his face, letting out a breath to calm himself.]

A bastard half-breed? I would not wish being either on anyone.

[He sits down, smoothing the worry from his face] I shall trust you on this. Yet how foolish I was, just... unthinkingly losing myself. This place has warped my good sense.

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh gives him a clear look of dismay. She shakes her head.]

I would not treat such a daughter or son like an Ishgardian would. [She hates this line of thinking, as much as she's always loathed that aspect of Ishgardian culture—not that half-breeds are warmly received in most places anyway, but it still annoys her to think of a child being cast aside for circumstances of birth. Like Aymeric was. Like Hilda was. Like Haurchefant-]

[But the fact of the matter is that Aymeric is entertaining those fears, and so must she. Not that she won't try to reassure him by pushing the point home.] This place has an awesome amount of aether, even for what I'm used to—why should preventative measures by a master alchemist be ineffective?

[heiresy]

[His brow furrows at the slight.] Forget not who you speak to.

[But he can't stay that mad. She has the right of it.]

I will trust in your preventative measures. Were you going to tell me had I not asked? [He rubs his temples, dropping himself onto the bed.]

[crimsonlight]

You didn't actually ask.

[She points it out in as much of a playful tone as she can muster, trying to smooth over the reprimand. But it is strained. Yenh isn't a particularly cuddly person, and despite the fact that they just fucked wildly, she doesn't actually know if he wants to be held right now. So she stretches out on her side, her tail twitching slightly as she props her head up on her hand.]

Do you know much of how Keepers of the Moon form families?

[heiresy]

I suppose it is different from the Ishgardian family. [There's no hostility there, but it does sting a bit to have the Warrior of Light take a quick piss on his city.]

[He does sit back down on the bed, looking at her mildly. Aymeric is a cuddly man, but tends not to initiate. It's not very manly. He does remove his leggings, now uncomfortably wet on the inside. He lays next to her, only now fully nude.]

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh traces her non-weight-bearing-hand along his shoulder, her fingertips forming little magic-circle styled patterns. They aren't good enough to summon a Carbuncle. She sighs, and resolves that she should definitely remain careful with him. For a nice little moment, she had thought of them as just a man and a woman, not Lord-Commander of The Holy See and Warrior from A Foreign Land.]

My own father was a man who my mother barely knew- and whom I've never met. My sisters' fathers are two other men... only one of whom we saw with any frequency. And that was how it was for my aunts, too. I never knew there was anything "strange" about it until I left.

[heiresy]

Aye, that's very different, then. That sort of thing only happens to the most unfortunate mothers, and never in high society.

[He wishes he could just be a man, that she could just be a woman. In these moments. But that is impossible, even if it unfair.]

Why is it that way?

[crimsonlight]

[She raises her eyebrows at him.]

I don't know. I could ask you the same question. But I didn't. I've held my tongue, and truly, I regret that I could not bite it moments ago.

Seeing as I can't take that back, I want you to understand that if ever I had a child, she would be fiercely loved and protected. And it would not be out of defiance of Ishgard's ways. It would be from my own.

[It feels so strange and distant to speak about her family, much less the idea of having one of her own. She had long abandoned both in favor of embracing her role as Hydaelyn's champion. But she still hopes that it does something to help.]