On her knees, the glittering stars of the newly restored night sky twinkling merrily above as she knelt in a forgotten alley of the Crystarium, the Warrior of Darkness had only one thought rattling through her mind: What in the seven swiving hells am I doing?
The actual what of it was simple. The slick sounds of sucking mixed with the occasional breathy moans and heady pants that slipped from her and her companion left little doubt as to that. It was honestly more of a rhetorical pondering, really. An idle, passing thought, perhaps best left to the greater scholars and philosophers.
The simple answer was: She was sucking off an Ascian in a dusty alleyway.
The full thought brought another moan from her, a deep, needy pull echoing it low in her stomach and running, aching, down between her legs. This was at least a thousand sorts of wrong, but gods it felt so damned good.
To be certain, this had not been the plan for the night. At least, not the one she had imagined. As to what Emet-Selch had planned, who could say? Least of all she. A late night stroll had turned to an unexpected encounter, which then turned to traded barbs, which had then somehow metamorphosed into flirtation. A flick of her tail between his legs had brought about more of a rise than she had anticipated, and an only half-serious (honest!) offer to lend a hand with that had turned to a dare.
She had never been one to back down from a dare.
Pulling back to gulp down a much needed breath, Emet-Selch’s slickened length slipped from her lips with a wet pop. One hand still yet cupping him while the other gripped his hip, she chanced a glance up, half yearning and half afraid to see that thrice-damned smirk on his lips.
It was not to be found.
Oh there was amusement aplenty, to be sure. His golden eyes twinkled with a bright and lively mischief that told her in no uncertain terms this tryst was not to be forgotten. His lips pulled to a grin fueled part by lust, part from the danger of the game they were playing. And yet, behind it all, there was an unexpected softness. A touch of something fond and familiar, as if this were not quite the first time they had dipped into the shadows together, away from prying eyes, and yet so, so close to exposure.
She took him to the hilt, just to wipe that damned look from his face.
It was not long after that his hands tangled in her hair, tugging with a firm but gentle strength, urging her faster, deeper. His thumb brushed her ear as he shuddered and twitched between her lips, the moan he struggled to bite into silence as delicious to swallow as the essence that spilled into her mouth.
With a final thick swallow, she pulled away, wiping the corner of her mouth with the pad of her thumb, before licking that clean as well.
“My my, Hero. What an unexpected treat,” Emet-Selch drawled in that terribly irritating voice of his. One she was most certainly not imagining purring sweet nothings in her ear.
“Don’t get used to it,” she countered, a touch of embarrassment coloring her cheeks now that the deed was done. Bit late for that now, she sighed inwardly in exasperation.
“Used to it?” the Ascian retorted, still yet brushing her ear in that slow, soft way. “I should hope not. I do so hate to be bored, you know. But as for now… I do hope you don’t intend to stop so soon? The night is yet young, and I believe a pair of mortal enemies such as we might well find a bit more mischief to chase before the morning dawns. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Slow and inescapable, the grin spread over her lips at his words, that tug in her belly pulling all the harder at the implications of what he offered. “Very well, Ascian,” she said, false acid in her tone. “Let’s see where your cooperation takes us, shall we?”
Look I ship with him too, okay? I just have shall we say limited options in how I might indulge that. So sometimes self-indulgent screenshots have to happen.
