sanctuary
characters: jurian, iphigenia belrose (female oc)
pairing: jurian/iphigenia
rating: explicit
word count: 4k/4k
tags: daddy kink, praise kink, dry humping, oral sex, coming untouched, multiple orgasms, utm type shit referenced, past sexual abuse, past torture, suicidal thoughts
summary: jurian is totally normal about having sex with another faerie after clythia! iphigenia is totally normal about having sex with an older man after beron! everyone is literally so normal!
a/n: i ain’t got much to say bout this except thank u to this anon for incepting me with a worm that threatened to eat holes in my brain if i didn’t write this asap<3 find it on ao3 if ! ur nasty
Into their shared breath, she confides, "I've heard you before. With Vassa."
"I've heard you with Lucien," he returns. "Walls here are thin."
Iphigenia leans forth to hide her frown away at his temple. "She sounded as though," and here, she rocks down onto him, small motion, testing, "she was enjoying herself."
"She was," Jurian gravels.
Heady taste still roughing his palate, he delves his hands beneath her hem to take hold of her hips—guide her firmer against him. Each pass of her body urges the fallen neckline of her chemise lower, lower, until her nipples, at last, spring free for his tending. She shudders onto his tongue as it curls against her. Receptive.
Vulnerable.
So easily could he now test her give. It is how he endured Clythia. Coaxing that foul flesh pliant until prey became predator and predator became prey and all became nothing at all except that he could force his enemy to writhe beneath him.
But that man died long ago.
Jurian is now something new. Not a shepherd, as a lamb might need. Not a saint, as his own have vaulted him. Not a martyr, as the faeries have spread. Nothing so noble.
But for a wolfkin so violently defanged, he might well offer sanctuary. Keep her milk-drunk and harmless. Allow her to gum him so that the claws left to her do not sink themselves elsewhere.
"She sounded as though—"
"Let me hear you."
Iphigenia gasps. Her lithe, slender fingers curl up into the hair against his nape as she bears down against him, and one or all spark hot through his loins.
Harmless swat: "You've heard me plenty enough already."
There you are, he thinks.
"Surely you heard me then, too." Jurian cradles the back of her nape in one palm, the other left pacing her hips. On the next rock, he thrusts up to meet her. "Spilling over my fist like a hapless youth."