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]

[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.]

[heiresy]

[He feels a bit of shame, truly. He wants to say that he could come out in defiance of all of Ishgard for a child of shameful birth, but in honesty he's not sure. Ishgard has always come first, always. So he says nothing in that moment. Honesty has ever been the best when it came to Yenh, so...]

I cannot afford to lose the trust of my people. Were I a tradesman or a merchant, I think I would happily weather the opposition. I would lose the trust of every high born man and woman in Ishgard, I think. [He touches the knife-wound scar on his belly, then. Thinking back briefly to the assassination attempt.]

My life is not my own, not wholly. Regardless, you deserve better, Yenh, than a man already married to his city.

[He closes his eyes a moment.] Were I ever to sire your child, he would needs be a secret to all of Ishgard.

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh looks at the scar, and then folds her arm down so she can lay her head properly on it. She withdraws her hand and curls her fingers into a loose fist. This is the worst pillowtalk of her life.]

How fortuitous, then, that it shall not come to pass. You needn't worry, milord. I'm clear about our relationship to each other, even now.

[She lays a hand on her bare chest in an earnest salute.]

I apologize for the slight to Ishgard. Even if I stand by my feelings of discontent about bastard children, I've naught but fond and warm regard for the realm that welcomed me when none else would.

[Well, there ARE more points of discontent peppered into those "fond and warm regards" that she could talk about. She has a very comprehensive list about all the terrible nonsense that goes on in Ishgard, but she can feel Alphinaud screaming from across the astral plane. So, none of that will get said.]

[heiresy]

[He groans, covering his face with his hands. It seems like he finally stepped back to listen to himself.] I'm sorry, Yenh. I just... I gave way to mine anxieties in the most uncomfortable way, at the worst time. Forget everything I said.

[He rolls over to capture her in his arms, laying his head down beside hers.] I'm not normally such an anxious lover. Such an... insufferable politician. [He presses kisses to her cheeks, holding her loosely.]

[crimsonlight]

[Ah, sudden mood whiplash. Now Yenh doesn't know what to do with herself, other than to get kissed and doted on. Oh, yes, she could wrap her arms around him in a similarly loose embrace.]

Forgotten, then. [Though not really. It was a stark reminder of why she had been so hesitant to make advances on him in the first place. Even the act of tilting her head to catch his mouth with hers feels like it could be an overstep—but she does it anyway.]

[heiresy]

[He pushes down his shame to enjoy this. He kisses her back, running his fingers through her hair. He catches an ear, stopping his hand to pet it with his thumb. He always kind of wondered what the fur must be like... His other hand rests on her lower stomach, stroking her softly.]

I was rather rough with you... Are you feeling well?

[crimsonlight]

Mm-hm. [That gives her permission, then, to play with his ear and his hair. So she does; she's always admired his hair in particular, with all the pretty waves. The ear thing is mostly just to see if he likes it.]

As great as it is, it takes more than a pretty cock to injure me. ... or I presume that it's pretty. I didn't get a proper look. [She glances downward.]

[heiresy]

[He sighs happily with the attention to his hair and ear. His hair is exactly as soft as it looks. The skin on his ears is soft and delicate, equally as unsurprising.]

Well, that's hardly fair with all the gawping I did of you... [He blushes with her calling it a pretty cock. Or even just saying the word cock, it's just a tad surprising, is all. He parts his legs, laying back to give her a decent view. He's half-hard, but he trails a hand down to quickly tug it into its full length.

It is indeed very pretty.]

Well? [He asks with a grin the assures her that he's being rhetorical.]