dance partners (nsfw fic ) - wolstinien week day one (food/travel)
11.5k words - explicit - mild food kink/mild breeding kink, draconic estinien, cowgirl, improper use of dance partner, improper use of standard step, more tags on ao3!
The Final Days have come and gone, and with the Scions disbanded, Sumire and Estinien travel to Radz-at-Han at the behest of Vrtra, and in search of their next adventure. And while Estinien awaits whatever request Vrtra plans on asking of him, Sumire rediscovers her passion for dancing, and solidifies that for her, Estinien is her one true Dance Partner.
“Mmm,” she pecked a kiss on his nose, then reached over, and grabbed one of the sweet, flaky pastries from a golden platter. “Ranaa has improved much,” she said as she took a bite. Small bits of dough and honey clung to her lips, and he wanted to lick them off of her lips and her tits. “I must train more if I am to stay ahead of her!”
Estinien felt woozy, suddenly. Like the world was spinning ‘neath him, yet he remained still. Perhaps that last sip of liquor was one sip too many, he mused, but Sumire kept him grounded. She always had. It was easy to focus on her, it came as natural as breathing, and even easier to allow himself to fall back into base, natural instincts.
“Perhaps that can be arranged,” Varshahn said, and when both he and Sumire turned to him, Estinien noticed the small, warm smile on his face, and felt a strange, yet not unwelcome, feeling. ’Twas akin to how he felt when gazing upon the boy, Alphinaud. ’Twas a feeling of pride, and of contentment. “If that is what you desire?”
