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Day 8 | Prompt: Tree propped halls

Pairing: Nielíqui x Celegorm

Themes: Smut | Soft

Warnings: First time | Kissing | Oral | Size kink | Height difference | Penetrative sex | Cream pie 

Word count: 600 + words

Summary: Nielíqui shares her bed with another for the first time

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Sharing a featherbed with another was unlike anything she had envisioned.

Celegorm was exceedingly gentle when he took her to her chambers, to make good on his vow to make her his. It was surprising, really. Nielíqui believed she would be the recipient of rough kisses and bruising embraces, but there was none of that with him. 

"Was that all, my lord?" She asked once the all-pervading bliss that had surged just beneath her skin seeped out, and a comforting feeling of ease flowed in.

Dizzy and consumed with his own unsated needs, Celegorm pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "That was a taste of more to come, my lady. Are you prepared for it?"

Nielíqui drank in his disheveled golden hair, the slick lips and chin, and the darkened eyes. Celegorm had been between her thighs for longer than she could remember, feasting like he had been starved. And it was just the beginning. More, he said. There was going to be more. Eru save her, but Nielíqui craved for more. 

"Yes. I am ready."

"I will be gentle."

He was all of that and more, his attention devoted entirely to her while he breached her. Nielíqui squirmed beneath him and closed her eyes, taken aback by her own brazenness.

To think I am defying my own father and allowing this giant of an elf to take liberties with my body, and all within the tree propped halls we call home.

The Valië was never one to defy her sire, but the knowledge that she was doing so now brought with it a heady thrill all of its own. 

He is so perfect, she thought when she took breathed in the lingering redolence of the forest still clinging to his warm flesh. And now he is mine.

Celegorm halted more than once, asking if she wished to go on, fearful of hurting her or going too far. He continued with an impish smile only after hearing her entreaties for more. Pain and desire rose and fell in turns before they mingled, and the pain ebbed away when he sank deeper and deeper and took her soaring again. Once he sheathed himself in the heated clasp of her body, he stopped and rose to his knees, his arms drawing her into a loose embrace. Then he leaned down and sought her lips. 

The sweet sounds of her cries spilled freely and without restraint. Celegorm moved slowly, carefully, his hands gliding all over her like water. Her own dug into the broad expanse of his back. 

"Fuck," he whispered in her ear, tightening his hold. His hips undulated with each thrust, and the delicious friction created was too much for either of them to bear. Nielíqui felt like she was drowning. She clung to him like a burr, shamelessly begging for one thing, and one thing only.  

Finish me. 

Celegorm smothered her cry with another kiss, plunging hard and plunging deep, falling apart when the waves that came for her rose to claim him as well. With a final, satisfying thrust, he emptied himself inside of her.

Neither knew how long they were that way, so lost were they in each other's bodies and the pleasure they had shared. Nielíqui prepared herself for the inevitable: her father learning the truth of what took place while he was away.

He will still heed me, she thought to herself. He will listen once I appeal to him.

And she was not the only one to have this thought. "If your lord father learns I have claimed your maidenhead without asking for your hand," Celegorm warned, fearful, "it may very well lead to the end of me."

"My father's wrath is a terrible thing," she agreed. "But the threat of discovery makes our cleaving to each other all the more thrilling. Besides, he will not deny me once I plead on your behalf with teary eyes.”

Celegorm laughed softly, then laid her in bed before making himself comfortable beside her.

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Day 9 | Prompt: Blazing lamps

Pairing: Lúsion x Any reader (elf | third person POV | They/Them pronouns)

Themes: Soft

Warnings: Alcohol use

Word count: 300+ words

Summary: During a feast, Lúsion invites y/n to dance with him.

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"Would you care to dance a turn with me?"

Y/n dared to glance at him, unable to believe what they were hearing. Lúsion invited them to dance with him. The grandson of none other than Tulkas himself, wanted to dance with them. Then they looked over their shoulder, believing they had heard wrong, and he was addressing another instead. Lúsion laughed softly. There was no one else. Just them.

"This is no jest," he replied, more amused than offended. "Come. Dance with me. I have a yearning for another's company."

Y/n blushed and took his hand. Lúsion led them to the center of the great hall, and surprised them by how graceful he was while he moved in rhythm with the music. 

"Something surprises you," he observed. "Pray tell me what it is."

Y/n gave him a measured look, then said, "Tis the way you dance, my lord," they murmured. "I never thought..."

"A warrior such as me could be light of foot?" His smile was sincere, and it warmed his eyes. "Well, gratitude must be given to my lady mother and grandmother. It was they who taught me."

Y/n smiled and let Lúsion twirl them around a hall gilded by the light of blazing lamps. They then danced a turn with the lady Nielíqui, and then the Noldorin prince Maglor, and then Tulkas himself. The greatest warrior among the Valar was as graceful a dancer as his grandson. 

"My grandson spoke highly of you," he said. "Naturally, I wished to make myself acquainted with the elf that had caught his attention."

A flush crept up their throat. "Lúsion spoke of me to you?"

"Not just me. His mother and father too." Tulkas only smiled. Y/n was surprised with how much it looked like his grandson's, all warm and without guile. "He is a good lad, that boy. And he will give you no cause to worry."

"Thank you, my lord." Y/n was positively giddy. Not only had Lúsion spoken of them to his kin, his own grandfather came forth to commend him. "I am certain he will not."

The dance neared its end, and y/n found themselves in Lúsion's arms once again. This time, they gladly accepted his invitation to join him and his kin for some wine. 

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Courtship with: Ómar (Amilo) | Salmar | Nielíquie | Silmo | Tevildo | Makar| Meássë | Lúsion | Telimektar Aluin | Nornorë | Fanuin | Ranuin | Danuin | Ilinsor x Reader

This one did my head in quite a bit, but I hope you all enjoy reading them

Warnings - Mentions of: Alcohol | Thralldom | Sparring | Intimidation (towards others) | Marking | Jealousy | Death

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Ómar (Amilo) | Salmar: Courtship with them means outings to watch Valmar’s finest musicians and poets and storytellers put on plays, poetry recitals, and symphonies beneath the stars, or visits to Tol Eressëa. They would wine you, dine you, and shower you with unsolicited compliments on how wonderful you look and how grateful they are to have you. They are also quite good when it comes to listening and will cheer you on when you are in need of it.

Neither Salmar nor Ómar are prone to jealousy and will think nothing of your interactions with famous elves and Ainur greater than even them. Trust is an important quality to them, and they will show you that they trust you implicitly.

Salmar would seat you beneath the golden leaves of Laurelin and serenade you with a melody he composed himself. Or he would take you to the shores of Tol Eressëa, so the two of you could explore its beaches, keep a watch for the whales that pull Ulmo’s chariot to the surface, or sit still and listen to the sounds of the Ulumúri.

Ómar will often read to you or teach you a new language. To encourage you to learn more and for the both of you to enjoy the experience, he would arrange little scavenger hunt-type games all over his manse and the gardens where you have to interpret words and clues correctly in order to win the game.

Gifts from them usually come in the form of little music boxes that play sweet songs when you wind them or poetry and songs that have been composed in your honor.

Nielíquie | Silmo: Courtship with them is playful, light, and full of mischief. They would take you on long, leisurely walks all over the forest of Oromë or the Gardens of Lórien, or invite you to picnics beneath the canopy of a large tree, or, in Nielíquie’s case, tea in the tree-propped halls she calls home.

Silmo would bring you bouquets full of flowers found only in the Gardens, and prepare for you little treats using herbs and fruits found there. Other times, he would take you to search for rare moths and butterflies that call the Gardens their home. And other times, games of hide and seek beneath the stars.

Nielíquie would prepare for you meals from her father’s kitchens, and the two of you would play with the hunting dogs that often hang around the feasting hall. Sometimes she would invite you to climb onto the thick branches of the trees that grow in every hall, so that two of you could talk or silently watch the others as they went about their day. Other times, she would gift you rare feathers, shells, and bones for you to wear on your clothes or fix to your hair. If she gets in the mood for it, she will carve little trinkets for you out of wood.

Silmo and Nielíquie are two of the most affectionate Ainur, so expect lots of hugs, kisses, and cuddles, especially when you are least expecting it. Trust is just as important to them, but Silmo might become a bit playful about it and tease you about the elf or the ainu that tried to flirt with you.

Tevildo: Courtship with him almost always includes an elaborate feast, one that he prepared with his own hands. Tevildo knows how to set a tasty table, and the food and drink are both plentiful and to your liking.

He can be exceedingly generous if he likes you, often presenting you with gifts that he knows are suited to your interests. Sometimes these gifts are priceless jewels and trinkets that one would never see in one’s lifetime. Other times, he would command his thralls to wait on you, hand on foot, while he is away. And there are other times where he will craft little trinkets himself, usually jewel encrusted collars you could wear around your throat.

Tevildo prefers open and polyamorous relationships to monogamous ones, so you would have to be willing to accept such an arrangement if he pursues you. However, if you do capture his particular attention, he will become exceedingly jealous, openly declaring that you are one of his chosen companions and marking you as his so the others will know to leave you alone. He would even kill someone if they dared to show anything other than an innocent interest in you.

Makar| Meássë | Lúsion | Telimektar: These Ainur are not the most expressive when it comes to tender words, the giving of gifts, acts of service, or quality time itself, so they make up for the lack by being physical with hugs, hand holding, and acts of intimacy.

Courtship with them means outings to the arena to watch athletes spar against each other, or them, if they are challenged. Courtship with them also means dancing, play fighting or learning a new sport together. Lúsion and Telimektar are elegant dancers, while Makar and Meássë prefer sparring to gliding across a dance floor. Still, they would make the effort for your sake, and the night will either end up with you being left breathless and giddy (if you’re dancing with Lúsion and Telimektar) or reduced to fits of giggles along with your partner (if you’re dancing with Makar and Meássë).

Activities such as hiking, archery, and horseback riding will occupy the majority of their time with you. They will teach you if you are a beginner, or use the need to teach as an excuse to be near you.

Jealousy is a common trait for all of them. If they see someone besides them getting too close to you, they will walk up to you and your new acquaintance and introduce themselves. Given their reputation as fierce warriors, putting the fear of Eru into the mind of your new acquaintance and sending them running is nothing for them. What gifts they do give you are simple but well made. Leather bracelets, steel jewelry, and, if you have an interest in them, finely forged weapons.

Aluin | Nornorë | Fanuin | Ranuin | Danuin : These Ainur do not have much time for their partners or even themselves due to the duties they have been charged with, but they go over and beyond when they get the opportunity to do so. Courtship with them often means being whisked away to Ilmarin or the Timeless Halls themselves for these meetings.

Nornorë is often away due to his role as a herald for the Elder King, so when the chance to call on you presents itself, he prefers to take you to Ilmarin. There, the two of you could go to the highest window of the highest tower and watch the stars while clouds swirl beneath the gates of the lofty halls. He would lead you to a little room so the two of you could eat and spend time with each other, or he would stay with you at the base of Taniquetil, taking you around the city the Vanyar built for themselves. Other times, he would write beautiful letters and send them to you when duty keeps him away. His gifts are always uncommon things he finds when he has to travel all over Valinor and Middle-Earth to carry out his duties.

Aluin, Fanuin, Ranuin, and Danuin are, more often than not, away in the Timeless Halls. It is a place full of mystery and wonder, and you are the only outsider permitted to enter it. What free time they have would be devoted entirely to you. They would enchant their own chambers to mimic your favorite time of the day, the season, or the year. Their gifts vary, from bejeweled sun dials or sand clocks, silver stars or golden sun pendants, gems that look like leaves or snowflakes, to beautifully painted maps of Eä.

Jealousy is not always a problem with them, but they may take it into their head to remind you who you belong to if they find someone else trying to become too friendly with you.

Ilinsor: Before the destruction of the trees, Ilinsor would often call on you. After the Two Trees were destroyed and he was charged with guiding the moon, Ilinsor could no longer come to Valinor. It is as hard for him as it is for you, but he still finds a way to see you, often visiting you in your dreams by making the most out of Ósanwe. Through these means, he can recreate all sorts of wonderful scenes to spend time with you, whether it be a beach at twilight or forests bathed in bright sunlight.

He cannot send you gifts himself, so he often calls on Nornorë's aid for this purpose. Letters, poems, and bejeweled gifts are the order of the day, for he loves to spoil you. Ilinsor can become extremely jealous as well, for he is so far away from you. He would ask you to wear a special locket around your neck so that rivals for your affections would see it and look elsewhere for a companion.

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Day 6 | Prompt: Splendor of Laurelin

Pairing: Telimektar x Lëa-vinya

Themes: Soft

Warnings: None

Word count: 400+ words 

Summary: Telimektar sees the Aini Lëa dancing beneath the leaves of Laurelin and introduces himself to her. 

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A/n: Lëa-vinya is mentioned in another version of the Legendarium as the wife of Tulkas,  and there is no mention of her in the Lost Tales as far as I know. Due to this, I have decided to write the character as she is: a Maia who serves Yavanna, but in this instance, she catches Telimektar's eye.

She was dancing beneath golden leaves, her brilliant umber skin and jet curls gilded by the splendor of Laurelin. Telimektar kept to the shadows and watched, bewitched by the scene before him. 

The Maia twirled, and she leaped, raised her arms to the heavens, and then dipped to her knees, her silken wisps fluttering and clinging to her as if they were as light as feathers. Telimektar's breath hitched. Never before had he witnessed such beauty. When she stopped, he mustered his courage and approached her, desiring to learn more about her and devising a plan that would enable him to do so.

"Greetings, my lady." Remembering the courtesies his mother taught him, Telimektar removed his helm. "We have never been introduced, and I wished to make myself known to you. If it would not offend, would you tell me your name?"

"I am called Lëa-vinya.” Her voice was soft, musical, and as pure as spring water. "But you may call me Lëa. I have come to serve my lady, Palurien. Pray who are you, my lord?"

"Telimektar." Silently tasting her name, Telimektar sat on the grass, and invited her to do the same. "Lord Tulkas and the Lady Nessa are my father and mother."

Lëa's eyes flew wide at the revelation. "Then this is indeed an honor, my lord."

"No, my lady. It is I who is honored." Telimektar hesitated, then mustered his courage. He was the son of Tulkas, was he not? Surely he could speak to her without fumbling over each word. "I came upon you dancing, and what I witnessed was enchanting. I hoped—well, I wondered—if you could teach me how to dance. My noble mother tried more times than either of us could care to count before she finally admitted defeat."

"But there are others who could teach you," Lëa replied, stunned. "So many others. Why choose me, my lord?"

"Because I do not wish to know the others."

"You are a bold one, my lord."

"Too bold for my own good, as my mother will tell you," Telimektar replied, pleased to see her lips curling up at the corners. 

"You have courage; I will give you that much." Lëa rose and dusted her skirts. "Very well, my lord. I will teach you. As for you wishing to know more about me, we shall have to see about that. Now tell me, what do you know when it comes to dancing?"

Telimektar beamed and rose to his feet. 

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Day 4 | Prompt: Woods of the Great Lands

Pairing: Nornorë x Tinwë Linto (Thingol)

Themes: Angst-ish | Soft

Warnings: Brief mention of war and death

Word count: 400+ words

Summary: Nornorë and Tinwë reminisce while they walk in search of Melian. 

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"Hail and well met, my Lord Nornorë." Tinwë stood before the herald of the Elder King and offered a low bow out of respect. "We meet once more."

"Hail and well met, Lord Tinwë," Nornorë acknowledged him with a graceful tilt of the head. "Or should I say, King Thingol?"

Tinwë flushed. Whether it was from pride or shame, Nornorë could not say. 

"Thingol. It is a name I have not heard since... since my lady wife took me into her arms for the last time." Tinwë paused, then hesitated. "Is she here, my lord?” He peered down winding pathways and into every thick and shaded copse he could see, all in the hopes of finding his wife. “My lady, I mean."

"She waits for you in the gardens down yonder." Nornorë turned down a path lined with Larinquë trees full of golden blossoms and urged Tinwë to join him. "Come. Let me take you to her."

They walked in companionable silence before Tinwë finally said, "The attendants of Lord Mandos said the world had changed since I walked it last. They said the mighty woods of the Great Lands are now a shadow of what they used to be."

"Indeed." Nornore welled up with sorrow. His eyes slowly burned with many an unshed tear. "The War of Wrath brought with it the ruin of a great many things. Even entire families were destroyed, root and stem. Do you remember our first meeting?"

"I do," Tinwë replied, and looked around. "It was by a lake, beneath a starry sky. We were frightened, all of us. We thought you served him, and we tried to hide ourselves."

"Do not fear to utter his name, Lord Tinwë," Nornorë counseled. "He cannot set foot in the Blessed Realm, not anymore."

Tinwë nodded and continued. "Then you soothed our fears and revealed your purpose. We followed you. We saw with our own eyes the glory of this land and returned to speak of it to our kin. We urged them to see it for themselves."

"And then you lost your way." Nornorë smiled. 

Tinwë's smile was a reflection of his. "And then I lost my way. But I do not regret it, my lord, not for a moment."

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Day 3 | Prompt: Wistful and tender

Pairing: Silmo x Irmo

Themes: Smut 

Warnings: Kissing | Handjob | Nicknames | Dirty talk

Word count: 400+ words

Summary: Silmo and Irmo spend a delightful time in bed.

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"Does this hurt, little flower? Do I go too far?"

Irmo was gentle, despite being stronger. His fingers were exceedingly soft, and his countenance was wistful and tender. Silmo writhed beneath him, bucking and thrashing and moaning shamelessly when Irmo reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. 

"No and never, my lord." Silmo closed his eyes, his groan vibrating sweetly against the curve of his lord's throat. "This feels wonderful."

"It is but a taste of more to come," Irmo promised, his ministrations as gentle as his touch. Silmo shivered and lifted his hips with each stroke, his lord's name parting his tongue in a whisper. It was all the enticement Irmo craved. He dipped his head and kissed him hard on the lips, so eager was he to savor the pleasures of his favorite's hot, sinful mouth. He indulged in the honey on Silmo's tongue, and the rich, potent wine still clinging to his lips. He could taste the heat and the fire leaping to life with each kiss. He could even smell the lust in the air. It was like a dark, rare spice, and it was as intoxicating as when he took Silmo to his chambers and into his bed for the first time. And it always, always drove Irmo to a frenzy. 

Silmo understood it also. He made the most of it, as he always did, and urged his lord to take him to greater heights. 

"You cannot get enough of this, can you, my lord?"

"No, little flower, I cannot. Your smell, the softness of your flesh, your taste—for me, it is all like stumbling upon a lavish banquet while I grapple with hunger. I wish to do nothing but gorge myself until there is nothing left for me to feast on."

"And yet you hold back. It is not what one would expect from the master of dreams and desires."

Irmo stopped. His eyes darkened. "I will not hold back when the time comes. For now, let me revel in this."

Silmo could do little but yield to the more skilled and patient hand that fed the flames growing within until they surged into an inferno that threatened to consume him whole. Irmo was ceaseless. He did not cease until Silmo screamed his name and arched against him, and the warmth of his spend poured in thin pale stripes all over his hand. Silmo shuddered beneath him. Irmo shuddered too. The nails that dug into his flesh went unnoticed. He sought a final kiss, and then they lay still.

The flames within still smoldered when Silmo opened his eyes, his breath still leaving him in sharp, euphoric gasps. Eyes that tended to dream sought his.

"I hope you are still in a mood to continue, little flower." Irmo rose to his knees and reached for the little bottle that lay beside them in bed. "For I will not restrain myself from here on out.”

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Book of Lost Tales Prompts

This is a list of prompts I have compiled from the Book of Lost Tales, Volume 1. As mentioned in September, I have written a short fic (200+ words and up) for each prompt, and for the following characters:

Ilinsor | Nornorë | Lúsion | Makar | Meássë | Nielíquie | Tevildo | Salmar | Ómar (Amillo) | Silmo | Aluin | Fanuin | Ranuin | Danuin | Telimektar

Posts have been scheduled from 3rd November onward, on every weekday. Group headcanons will be posted every Sunday. Feel free to use these as inspiration for your fics, or to receive requests.

The prompts:

Wrath like thunder

Tree-propped halls

Cooling drinks

Flitting like a fawn

Cold without mercy

The first star has shown

Woods of the Great Lands

Wistful and tender

Dark and strange paths

Fires without restraint

Splendor of Laurelin

Radiance of Silpion

Dark shores

Blazing lamps

When the sun first arose

Sunless sea

Golden fruit

Twilit sky

Majesty and glory

Smoldering desires

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Day 17 | Prompt: Flitting like a fawn

Pairing: Makar x Fem. Reader (Sprite in elven form | Third person POV)

Themes: Smut (graphic 🍋)

Warnings: Predator/Prey kink | Sex in a public/unusual place | Use of slurs | Size kink | Explicit language / Dirty talk | Penetrative sex | Cream pie

Word count: 800+ words

Summary: Makar catches up with y/n after a chase through the forest, and then claims her after coaching her.

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Makar could only smile when he discovered her running from tree to tree, flitting like a fawn, all in the hope of evading his grasp. What his companion did not know was that she was racing to his hiding place. The smile soon transformed into a triumphant grin. Makar crouched in the brush and waited. Y/n was close. Close enough to capture. All he had to do was be patient and—

"There you are!" Makar cried and lunged at her, throwing his arms around her and drawing her deeper into the brush. Y/n squirmed. Then she sighed in pleasure when he brushed his nose over her throat. 

"Yes, I am here," y/n agreed. Her body hummed, pulsing with cravings only Makar could truly satisfy. When he laid her on the forest floor and set himself to the task of freeing themselves of their robes she let out a sound of gratitude. "Now that you have me, what do you intend on taking as your reward, my lord?"

"A great many things," Makar groaned, his voice already thick with desire. "Now hush, little one. You are not to utter a word; only cry out if I please you. And I will please you. Wait and see."

His hands trailed over trembling flesh, desperate and eager and greedy. Makar moaned, the sound low in his throat, when he found her already hot and wet and ready for him. 

"Eager for me already?" He slid a finger up inside the wet heat of her cunt, then two, and drove into her repeatedly, preparing her for what was to come after. "Such a needy little slut to be this eager for my cock."

Y/n knew better than to answer. Makar would simply deny her if she did. She moaned instead. It was rich and deep, as intoxicating as a fine wine. Makar could not get enough of it. He drank deep, wishing he could kiss her long and hard. He could not. He dwarfed his lady, being as tall as a warrior ought to be. And they could not tarry long enough for kisses. Someone may come upon them, and, as Makar was honest with himself, he could not bear to wait. He drew back and turned y/n onto her belly, before raising her hips. 

She cried out in a way she had never before when he sheathed himself in the welcomed heat of her body. He was so big, it was almost painful. And yet, she enjoyed it, and the sensations that rippled through her over and over again because of it. Makar plundered without shame, grabbing onto her hair and tugging on it every time he pushed himself inside her. Y/n shivered. Something took root in her belly. Wildness was what it was, and it was wildness she was supposed to feel.

"Just like that," he crooned. "Take me all the way inside you like the good little slut I know you are."

Y/n witnessed stars sparking to life before her eyes. She cried out again, this time when her first orgasm ripped through her without warning. Makar growled in approval, then set a more torturous pace when she propped herself onto her hands. 

"No," he commanded, and he freed a hand just long enough to push down on her shoulders. "Keep your head down. There. Just like that."

Y/n obeyed, resting her head over her folded arms. There was a fresh coiling in her belly. She was close again; she was certain of it. And it was not just her. Makar was near the precipice as well. When she made it known her release was upon her, "Together, then," was all he said.

Y/n did not have to be told more. When Makar tugged once again on her hair, drawing her to him and plunging as deep as he could go, she shattered, his name parting her lips in a sob. Caught in the throes of passion, she barely felt the bite against her throat when he emptied himself inside of her.

The forest was silent when y/n found herself being turned onto her back. A hand brushed over her hair. Someone kept calling her name, urging her to open her eyes. When a kiss was pressed against her brow, she finally opened them. 

Makar was above her, his hair falling over his shoulders in a waterfall of the deepest red, and limned in the silver of bright starlight. He smiled, and was pleased to be rewarded by one that nearly matched his own. Y/n sighed again, this time when a sense of ease washed all over her.

"I know we are too out in the open, but can we stay here just a little longer?"

Makar nodded and lay down on the soft grass, making room for her to rest in the crook of his arm when he did so. "Very well. Rest a little. I will wake you when it is time to leave."

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