Love Without Sacrifice - Final Chapter: Worth Staying For
Pairing: Mavuika x Xilonen
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Plans For The Future, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, 69 (Sex Position), Sex Toys
Xilonen uses her skills to make a new future for her and Mavuika. But how will she handle the loneliness that can come with being married to an archon?
The cool stone floor of the bathroom kept Xilonen grounded as one question echoed in her mind: How had this happened so quickly?
It had only been three weeks since she and Mavuika had taken her latest creation for a “test drive.” They had agreed it was time to try; the only question remaining was how to go about it logistically.
The blacksmith had come up with many a strange invention in her time (including that death trap of a bike she hated), but this one was certainly a work of scientific Natlanese genius.
“Wow. This looks fun…” the pyro archon said as she inspected her handiwork.
“Want me to explain how this is supposed to work?”
Heat radiated from Mavuika’s glare. “How about you show me instead?”
Xilonen shook the memory away as she glanced at the time. Hunched over the sink, she continued the seemingly endless wait. She couldn’t stop the images flashing through her mind.
Her wife slid the double-sided dildo inside herself and then eased into her.
“Archons, you’re tight…” she breathed as she felt the device adapt to both of their bodies. Xilonen had crafted the object to convert the phlogiston flowing through them into a liquid ‘seed,’ theoretically enabling them to conceive together.
The blacksmith clawed at her back, her nails marking her skin as she pulled her in as far as she could take her. She slammed into her over and over, the friction causing heat to build inside the pyro archon until her climax signaled the device to pour her essence into her.
“Do you think it worked?” Xilonen asked as she snuggled against her side.
“If you built it, I have no doubt. Guess we won’t know for sure for a while. But until then,” Mavuika said as she kissed the top of her head, “I don’t mind continuing to experiment.”
The timer went off, and the blacksmith took a deep breath before looking at the test in her hand.
Well, shit! Is there anything that archon can’t do?
“Kitten, I’m home!” Mavuika yelled as she took off her helmet in the entryway and shook her hair out. “You won’t believe the day I had.”
“Yeah, I could say the same," the other woman mumbled.
Walking into the living room, the fiery redhead went straight to her wife for a kiss. “Oh, yeah? Don’t tell me - you couldn’t stop thinking about going another round with that brilliant invention of yours?” She teased with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
Xilonen’s furry ears perked up as she chuckled at her overly eager lover. “Um, yeah. How about you go first?”
“So. Get this. Tumaini and I had to go and kick some Fatui ass today. These Saurian poachers kept muttering about how they had to ‘catch them all’ so they could make them fight each other. The poor things were shaking by the time Ifa got there to give them a check-up. So, now I’ve gotta work with this lawyer chick from Liyue to enact a new law banning Saurian fight rings.”
The archon noticed the sudden nervous twitch of her wife’s tail. “Hey…Everything okay? Normally, you’d have a snappy, sarcastic comeback about these jerks.”
Xilonen’s appendage and ears jolted upright. “What makes you ask?”
“Well, you seem lost in thought, and your tail hasn’t stopped moving since I got home.”
“Oh,” she said as she grabbed the betraying appendage and held it still on her lap. “Uh…I have…a surprise for you.”
“What surprise could possibly make you this anxious?”
The blacksmith handed her a small box from the table beside her. Slowly, Mavuika untied the ribbon and opened the lid. Peering in, she threw a hand to her mouth before picking up the letter and reading it out loud:
Our next adventure awaits, Mommy. Time to trade in your bike for baby duty.
The archon’s eyes swelled with tears. “We’re…having a baby?”
Xilonen’s smile lit up the room. “We’re having a baby.”
Having been commanded to take it easy by her overprotective wife, the blacksmith sat on the couch, bored beyond belief. She ran her palm around the small bump that now protruded from her crop top. “Mommy should be here soon. I miss her, too,” she said softly. As if the archon had heard her telepathically, the revving of a bike engine came shortly after.
Seems like she’s eager to be home as well, she thought.
Mavuika came bounding into the house and immediately sought her out. “Xilonen? How are you? Everything okay? Do you need me to get anything for you? I’m sorry I was gone for longer than I expected.”
The other woman reached out to take her hand, trying to soothe her worry. “Everything’s fine, baby.”
A look of confusion passed over her. “Okay…then why did Citlali send me a message saying I had to get home immediately? I left the meeting with the other archons as soon as I read it.”
Xilonen pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Damnit! I told her to stay out of it.”
Relieved that both of them were safe, she walked over to the couch, knelt to place a gentle kiss to her stomach, and then leaned over to kiss her wife’s lips.
“Sooooo what’s really going on? Citlali wouldn’t contact me for no reason.”
All of a sudden, it seemed as if the blacksmith couldn’t meet her gaze. “I guess I must have been bothering her. I… kept going over to ask to borrow her light novels.”
“I’m still not following. That doesn’t seem to equate to a problem.”
Her wife’s cheeks warmed at the coming admission. “…I’ve been super needy lately, and with you gone…I had to take matters into my own hands.”
“Uh…what do you mean by that?”
“I figured if I could mentally picture the characters as you and me, I’d be able to take care of myself and not be a bother to you when you got back.”
“I mean…I can’t say I blame you, but why would that upset Citlali so bad she’d reach out to me?”
“About that…” Xilonen muttered. “I couldn’t finish. Trust me, I tried. I was so frustrated that I might have walked in on her and Lumine. And that only made me more upset because I missed you and I’m horny, and nothing I do to try and satisfy myself is working,” the blacksmith said as she started to sob. “I also may have destroyed a few of her books out of jealousy…”
Mavuika gently rubbed her back. “Oh, no! Kitten, don’t cry. We’ll fix it.”
“S-she was so mad she interrupted such an important meeting, and it’s all my fault.”
Smiling softly, the archon reassured her. “It’s okay, really. It was starting to get boring anyway. You remember Zhongli? When he and Nahida start to get really technical, my brain starts hurting. Look, it’s not like I can’t get Ei to have her wife send us some replacements. I’ll call in a favor. It’s an easy fix.”
“Really?” The other woman sniffled.
“Of course, love. What matters is that I’m here now and I can take care of all your needs. I don’t plan on leaving your side the rest of your pregnancy.”
Hope shone in her eyes. “You promise?”
“I promise. Trust me, you aren’t the only one with urges. I kept trying to focus on what the archons were saying, but my mind kept drifting back to how incredible you look with our kid inside you,” Mavuika said, her hand gently caressing her wife’s stomach.
“Is that so?” She leaned in closer to the archon, her lips so close to her ear she could feel her breath hot and promising. “Cuz I couldn’t stop thinking about how you made it happen.”
A possessive growl rumbled in Mavuika’s throat as she swept the blacksmith into her arms with ease. Cautious to make sure she wasn’t too rough with her, given her condition, she lay her on the bed and carefully undressed her. Xilonen watched her ravenously while the archon stripped off her own clothing.
“Damn. That never gets old,” she murmured as she licked her lips in anticipation.
Flashing her a cocky smirk, her wife chuckled, “Yeah? Good to know you still enjoy the show after all this time.”
Crooking her finger toward herself, the blacksmith ordered, “Come over here, and I’ll show you just how much I enjoy it.” Joining her on the mattress, she captured the archon’s mouth in a searing kiss, her fangs teasing at her bottom lip. Mavuika moaned against her, eager to get started on relieving her wife’s pent-up frustration. She moved to straddle her, but Xilonen pulled back.
“Ah, ah. Not yet, baby. We’re doing this my way. You lie down. I’ve got plans.”
“Man, who knew all it took was me getting you pregnant to make you want to top,” the archon joked.
Rolling her eyes at the playful quip, the blacksmith kissed down the other woman’s neck. The scent of her skin was grounding, like the wind on a sunny day. If she closed her eyes, it was almost like she was on the back of her bike with her. But her veins now thrummed with adrenaline for another reason.
Mavuika stroked her arms, quietly urging her to continue. She was curious as to where this all was headed. It wasn’t like her to take the initiative like this, but she couldn’t say she was disappointed. “So, kitten…you gonna tell me what you’re up to?”
Her wife hummed as she looked up at her through her eyelashes. That was enough to make the archon want to take the reins back. Thankfully, she had the self-control not to rush things.
“I figured since we both missed each other, why not ensure we kick things off evenly?” She rose from her position and turned around. It was then that Mavuika understood where things were headed.
“Archons…just don’t overwork yourself, okay? If you get tired, say so, and we’ll switch places.”
Xilonen looked over her shoulder, eyebrow cocked in challenge. “Babe, I’m pregnant, not made of glass. I’ve waited long enough to taste you again.” Shifting herself over her, she crouched down and backed up so her lower half was level with the other woman’s face. She heard Mavuika inhale sharply when she nibbled the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
“Fuck…Xilonen…” She muttered before she placed a kiss on her ass. When she felt the first lick against her clit, the archon had to force herself to focus on the feast in front of her. The blacksmith groaned at the feeling of her wife’s tongue returning the favor. Ensuring her stance gave her the support her body needed, she delved into her entrance, savoring the sweet musk she’d been without for far too long.
Mavuika’s sounds of pleasure sent a shockwave into her own pussy as she dutifully lapped at her. This spurred her on, driving her desire to a fever pitch. Something about the animalistic nature of her panther ancestry burned inside her, causing a purr to ripple through her.
She heard her wife cuss at the vibration as her hips jerked up. Clawing her legs open wider, Xilonen spread the flat of her tongue so it wouldn’t miss an inch of her lover’s slit.
“Kitten…you’re not playing fair…that vibration…fuck…”
The blacksmith applied a stronger pressure, eager to send her wife spiraling over the edge. Despite the relentless onslaught, Mavuika didn’t let up. Xilonen was starting to breathe heavily as she felt the familiar sensation building in her lower belly. Each of them tried to remain steady, but their bodies fought against the inevitable.
Shuttering underneath her, the archon let out a cry that was her wife’s undoing. Reveling in the feel of her orgasm, Mavuika made sure to support her lover so she wouldn’t fully collapse. She stroked her tail, knowing it helped ease her through her climax.
Xilonen cuddled into her as the archon carefully placed her arm around her to pull her closer.
“Feeling better, kitten?”
Mavuika kissed her shoulder, slowly trailing her hand down between her wife’s wet folds. Lazily circling her index finger over her now overly-sensitive bud, she murmured, “Only a bit? Clearly, I’ve been neglectful…”
The blacksmith moaned at her touch, quietly hoping for more. Nipping at the shell of her ear, Mavuika continued to tease her. “Did you honestly think that’s all we’d do after I was summoned home to tend to you?”
The other woman gasped when she felt her lover apply more pressure to her clit.
“You’re not usually one to play coy. Be more vocal about your needs, baby. I hear a cat in heat can be quite dangerous.” She slid two fingers into her slick opening, and Xilonen spread her legs wider to allow her depth.
“So, let’s try this again. What does the mother of my child need?”
“You…inside me…now,” she panted.
“Good kitty,” the archon praised before kissing the top of her head. She began to move, extra cautious not to shock her by giving too much at once. In this case, it was better to let her wife control the pace. The last thing she wanted to do was let her eagerness to please end up hurting the one she loved.
Arching against her, the blacksmith’s hips jutted back and forth. Mavuika’s digits filled her, flexing in ways that drove her crazy. Tilting the angle of her lower half, she ground herself on the heel of the archon’s palm. She ached for release, calling out for more, more, more.
Sensing she wouldn’t last much longer, her wife whispered, “Come for me…I’ve got you…” When Xilonen was in her arms like this, her protective instincts felt even stronger. Her only desire was to show her support and care for her.
The blacksmith’s legs clamped her hand between them as they shook with force. Whatever Mavuika was saying to her turned into a jumble of words that lacked meaning to her lust-clouded brain, although she could instinctively understand their intent.
A purr of content softly rumbled through her body. The archon quietly wondered if their baby could feel that, too.
Xilonen chuckled and wrapped her hands around hers. “See? This is why I need you. No regular human could satisfy me like this.”
“Ah, so there are perks to being an archon. And here I thought sacrificing myself for the good of all Natlan was as good as it got.”
Slapping her hands playfully, the other woman chastised her. “Mav, can it. I don’t even like to think about that anymore. But now that we’re talking about worries, we’re really going to need Citlali when this little one decides they want to make their entrance. Please tell me you were serious about fixing the book situation. I really don’t want an angry shaman tending to me.”
The archon gave her a gentle squeeze. “Already taken care of. She may have ranted a little in that letter. I hand-delivered them to Lumine personally as I was heading home.”
A sigh of relief escaped the other woman’s lips. “Shoulda known you’d be two steps ahead of me. Thank you.”
“I’ll always take care of the two of you,” she reassured her as she stroked her belly. “Now, let’s rest while we still can. The newest member of our tribe will be here before we know it.”
“I am SO mad at you right now!” Xilonen yelled.
“You can be upset with me all you want, but I need you to focus,” Mavuika said, trying to keep her wife calm.
She squeezed the archon’s hand and screeched as a contraction washed over her.
“Xilonen, I need you to push!” Citlali commanded.
“I can’t! I’m tired, and I can’t do this!” She argued through gritted teeth.
“Oh, archons, give me a break! Of course you can!” The shaman retorted.
“An archon is the reason I’m in this position!”
Good to see these two can still have little spats and take a dig at me at a time like this. I should probably nip this before it gets really ugly, Mavuika thought to herself.
“Hey, hey, look at me,” she said softly to her wife. The blacksmith turned her head to face her, fear and pain reflected in her green eyes.
“Don’t focus on anyone but me. On the next contraction, you look at me, only me, and push. Okay?”
Xilonen nodded and did as she was instructed, her gaze never straying from the piercing scarlet eyes she fell for.
“I can see the head! Look at those ears! Won’t be much longer now…keep going Xilonen!”
Mavuika’s look of concern morphed into an excited smile at the announcement. She pressed her lips to her wife’s forehead.
“Seems our little one has your ears,” she laughed, refocusing on the matter at hand. “You’re doing a great job my love, just a little more.”
With a few more pushes, the room echoed with the piercing cries of a newborn. Tears streamed down both women’s faces, the battle hard fought, finally won.
Citlali cautiously handed the child over to the blacksmith. “Congrats, you two. It’s a girl, and Chasca owes me some mora.”
“You bet on our baby?!” Mavuika said as she looked at her incredulously.
The shaman shrugged. “Hardly a bet when you’ve been delivering babies for hundreds of years. I’ve seen it all. You just kinda can tell after the first hundred.”
The couple stared in awe at their daughter as they took in all of her beautiful features. Tufts of red hair slightly covered her fuzzy ears, while her tail swished with excitement. Bright green eyes gazed back up in wonder at her parents.
Kissing the newborn’s head, Mavuika dipped down to capture her wife’s lips. “Thank you, my love. I wouldn’t want to go on this crazy adventure with anyone else.”
Xilonen pressed her forehead to the archon’s, “Back at ya, baby. Here, wanna hold her?”
“Of course, silly. She’s not just mine.” She gently placed the child into her wife’s arms.
“Why, hello, little one. I’m your other mom. We’ve waited quite some time to meet you.”
The blacksmith looked at her expectantly. “So now that we know she’s a girl…is the almighty pyro archon going to bestow her with a name?”
Mavuika rolled her eyes at the jab. Humming as she rocked the newborn, she thought carefully before speaking. “Amara,” she said softly at first. “Amara seems fitting, don’t you agree?”
As both were Natlanese, they knew all too well how important choosing someone’s name truly was. “Grace and eternity, huh? I think that reflects her parents quite well. You, an eternal archon, and me, gracefully going along with all your plans,” she laughed.
Mavuika smiled. “Then it’s settled?”
Xilonen reached up, and their daughter grasped her finger tightly. “Welcome to the world, little Amara.”
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