warnings: brief discussion of nihilism & depression, discussions of chronic pain & cramps, discussions of nausea & lightheadedness, nudity, brief discussion of dismissive doctors
notes: this fic is pretty personal with a lot of the things I've been experiencing for the last three weeks, but I wanted to share it in case it can help comfort anyone else :). I haven't been diagnosed with anything yet, but all of my symptoms line up with endometriosis, so I've been making lifestyle adjustments and treating it as such. There have been some improvements, but a lot of things that were once easy are now more difficult. So, I hope anyone else managing endo is able to find comfort here in these drabbles, much love <33. Of course, this fic can also be read as period, chronic pain, and chronic fatigue comfort -- enjoy :) <3.
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Lauma comforts by listening. When everything has no meaning, the hours in the day blur together, and you begin to resign yourself to hopelessness, she's there. Soft, gentle, and grounding as moonlight. She'll focus your eyes on hers and bring one of your hands to her heart, pressing one of hers over your own chest. She invites you to breathe with her, bearing no expectations. When your bottom lip finally begins to tremble, she holds you, an anchor amidst the storm of emotions swirling inside you. You're just exhausted. Of the pain, of the floatiness, of the lack of answers, of each ounce of guilt in your mind. She reassures you with touch, soothingly brushing your hair and rubbing your back. She lets you speak and air all of your racing thoughts, processing each one.
Eventually she leans back and holds your cheeks, swiping away the tracks of your tears. She places a kiss on your forehead and rubs her nose against yours playfully, smiling at your soft laugh. "We will get answers, I promise. I love you, sweet star. I will never see you as a burden, and I certainly will not give up on you. Please, continue to share with me whatever ails you, and I will see to it that your needs are tended to."
She often sends her little finch friends to check on you and report your condition back to her. They peck at your window, chirping happily when you open it to pet them and give them some cucumber slices. The rimehorn deer bring you a basket of fresh greens and berries when you cannot make yourself something to eat. The meal is always delicious, and your body tends to have no intense reaction to it. The deer appreciate the extra berries you feed them as well, seeming to walk off with a happy gait. Badgers come to cuddle, sitting in your lap while you read. Their presence is comforting, nose nudging your palm for pets when your pain flares up again.
Lauma returns at sunset, ready for rest herself. She’ll enjoy reading or catching up on work at your side, resting under warm blankets and starlight. Her soft voice shares anecdotes from her day, distracting you from any discomfort and catching you up on the Scions’ happenings. When you finally go to bed, she holds you close, wrapping her arms around you and leaving a kiss on the back of your neck.
Navia comforts with assistance. If showering makes you too dizzy, she’s happy to start a bath. She’ll put in a citrusy bath foam, joining you in the warm water after you’ve adjusted. Relaxing into her arms is far too tempting, bubbles smearing across your skin with her embrace. You leave silly, idle drawings on each other’s skin as you wash, smiley faces and hearts trickling back into the tub. Navia will get out first, drying herself off and putting on her robe. She doesn’t mind helping you dry either, especially if it means less stress on your head.
She loves to link your arms when you walk! The touch soothes and stabilizes both of you, something priceless sparkling in her eyes. Any little thing she can do to aid your quality of life, she will – end of discussion. When everything feels too floaty or you feel so dizzy you might fall, she’s right at your side. Her patience and kindness is something you can’t help but feel grateful for. She’ll walk at your pace, strides short or long, steps staggered or smooth. On better days, she holds only your hand, taking a leisurely stroll along the shores near Poisson. The slumbering blubberbeasts bring a smile to your face, and Navia beams with victory.
She is more than willing to learn more about cooking and research new recipes, focussing on all things anti-inflammatory. She knows not all of them will help your symptoms, but if she finds even one you can eat without having waves of nausea and heat, she counts it as a win! Her artistic flair still comes across in her dishes, cute faces drawn on the side of the plate with sauce, or sprigs of herb laid into a heart. When her day has been stressful or too busy, she picks up a to-go order from a restaurant in the Court for you. Fontaine is advanced in many ways, and their menu options are certainly one of them. She keeps all of your irritants in a mental file, finding something you’re sure to love. Being taken care of so gently and adoringly nearly brings tears to your eyes, yet Navia is quick to kiss them away.
Nicole comforts with touch. When your hormones are bouncing around, making everything hot one minute and freezing the next, she’s ready with warm palms and a cold glass of water. Oftentimes your hands and feet end up feeling like icicles, while the rest of your body burns. She’s more than happy to take your fingers and wrap them in her sunny palms. The sensation is jarring at first, though it quickly eases into something welcome. When they’ve warmed, she lets go, placing a kiss on each of your fingertips.
She makes different teas for you to share, often picking ginger and chamomile from her personal little garden. They’re perfect for easing your nausea and cramps, or calming your mind and muscles. She sits across from you, rubbing your palm as it steeps. When the tea is finally ready, she begins conversing. Often she shares anecdotes from the past, but sometimes she’ll share a short story she’s crafted from all that she’s observed. You quite enjoy the break, the opportunity to learn more about her while distracting your stressed mind.
When your cramps flare, she’ll run her fingertips up and down your forearm, her side against yours a grounding weight. Each wince of your tense posture drives the furrow in her brow deeper, the tears rising to your eyes tightening her chest. During times when your head feels like it’s being tugged around, she gladly lays down with you and cuddles. She’ll tuck your head under her chin and rub your arm, letting the gentle breeze and birdsong outside fill the silence. Nicole has poured over all of the medical texts she can find – she knows there is no cure for your condition; only therapies, management, and surgery if need be. Still, there is no guarantee that your symptoms will not come back. That tissue will not continue to grow where it shouldn’t. She hates to see you in pain, so despite how much it saddens her, she will continue to hold you through days good and bad, supporting you in every way she can.
Seridia comforts with advocacy. She fights for you in any situation deemed necessary, staying as cool as possible while battling with any doctor’s dismissiveness. If they were the physician to her court, she surely would have carved them into a new corset. Yet, she remained calm for you, instead deferring to more diplomatic tactics. Subtle questions, calculated laughs, and disarming anecdotes. Eventually, you would walk out with exactly what you wanted and peace in your mind, even if it may only be temporary.
She learned spells for pain relief as a youngling, while honing her thirst for blood. While she has not used them for near millenia, the ancient chants still echo off of her tongue with familiarity. Her hands floated over your lower stomach, essence flowing into the area like cool water over a bonfire. Her magic was potent enough to last for hours, if not an entire day or two. The reprieve she provided was a blessing, one you couldn’t help but thank her for with a smattering of kisses over her elegant features. She was always more than happy to ease your pain, to quell the sense of distress and exhaustion seeping from your connection in the leylines.
Her mortal form does nothing to rid her of the warmth that comes with being a dragon, the constant simmering of fire within her veins. As such, she runs quite hot. Her palms are not just perfect for spellcasting, but heat therapies as well. They’ll rest over any sore or tense point, their warmth enough to melt the tightness away. If the area is not too sensitive, she’ll use her thumbs to delicately massage the area, doing her best to soothe deeper tissues while avoiding the more painful spots. Often her touch finds its way to your hips and lower stomach, rubbing careful circles over your skin. Seridia is grateful for any way she can be of aid, for any way she can express her love and devotion to you. Despite her many titles, her ego never transfers into her treatment of you. She adores you, and as such she will do everything in her power to bend the world to your needs. It’s that simple.
♡ notes: happy valen-tine's day!! ;) <33 please enjoy these little drabbles of kisses with them :)
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Adeline’s kiss feels like a warm bath after a long day. Every brush of her coffee-laced lips eases the tension in your shoulders, the racing of your mind. The water flows over you with familiarity, tense muscles melting in perfect order as you sink lower. Her small sigh seems to indicate that your affection does the same.
Adeline’s favorite kisses come when she’s working. They’re not too long, nor too short. Always delivered when she looks up from her paperwork, a kiss pressed first to her dominant hand. She’ll pocket her pen, allowing you to deliver a quick massage to her cramping palm as your lips finally meet. The exchange is quick, all things considered, but Adeline finds herself treasuring it for the day’s remainder.
Your favorite kisses come in the evening, when her busy schedule winds down and she can enjoy the town she’s cultivated. The hearth crackles and burns as laughter brightens the Inn. Her passionate heart seems to stir, a proud smile on her face. Her lips quirk irresistibly, lemon lingering from dessert. She flushes when you part, hand gripping yours in subtle love.
Celine’s kiss is like a flower’s first bloom. It starts gentle and soft, her lips near petals over yours. The second is deeper, more intimate. It’s still nothing improper, merely a communication of all you make her feel. She tries to maintain her calm demeanor, yet the sensation of your affection only leaves her heart flourishing.
Celine’s favorite kisses are adventurous. She’s always had a wild streak, its roots long buried into her life’s soil. Early mornings bring it to the surface, when pastels paint the sky and dew coats the fields. Blankets tangle around you as you roll around her bed, Celine’s giggles echoing between every kiss. She plays with different angles, depths, and types – all crafting an imaginary novel she loves.
Your favorite kisses are given during fireside cuddles, books long forgotten in your laps. Your lips find each other like the sun and earth, constant in their pull. What begins as light reading and the exchange of stories and notes soon devolves into nothing more than a make-out, thoughts scattering like dandelion seeds in the wind.
Juniper’s kiss feels as intoxicating as the wine on her lips. In the privacy of her room, the misty veil over her affection parts. She’s far less reserved in her control of your kiss, even though she did not initiate it. For better or for worse, she prefers to play the game of silent yearning – something that only serves to make your lips all the sweeter against hers. She can never get enough of their heady meeting, of the rush that floods her cheeks and veins.
Juniper’s favorite kisses are indulgent, like golden cookies and a fine vintage on Friday nights. When business is slow, she can take her time with you, memorizing every sound that slips past your lips. She can hold you as close as she’d like and delve into you, treasuring your warmth. Later, she’ll act as if she wasn’t so tender with you, but you both know the truth.
Your favorite kisses are experimental. Most of the time it’s trying a new style Elsie shared from her many escapades, something to melt Juniper’s cold exterior and drive her crazy. Other times, though, it takes on an… unconventional angle. While your partner’s trials in sorcery and potions were often charming, they could get quite grating. Hence, your persistent croaks as a frog in her gloved palm. Juniper grimaced before placing a light kiss on your head, leaving your human body to be cradled in her arms with a blissful smile.
Reina’s kiss feels like summer sunshine. Sweet and all-encompassing, her love falls over you without reservation. She always leaves a “Reina’s fourteen” of playful pecks on your lips afterward, smile brighter than any golden ray. Her joy is infectious, her attention leaving the rest of your busy day lighter. You can only hope to provide her the same, at the very least with a new dish to attempt.
Reina’s favorite kisses come with a dance. She’s learned plenty watching her parents at town events and even learning from Josephine herself on occasion. She’s thrilled to be held close and spun around, your laughter harmonizing before a parting kiss. She’ll often hum later, coming up with new steps to try the next time you surprise her!
Your favorite kisses are given during Reina’s taste tests! She always invites you to her private kitchen, excitedly rambling about what flavor profiles she wants to try with the unique things you’ve foraged. You sneak kisses the entire time you work, all the way up to the plating. Reina’s lips taste even better spiced, sharp citrus undercutting the mixture. You can’t help but melt, turning to her light like sunflowers on a bright day.
Seridia’s kiss feels like a flame amidst the dark. Shadow has been all she’s known for millennia, all she’s come to expect from her immortal life. Fire was once hers, an inherent power that testified her status. Now, when she sees it in you, her first instinct is jealousy, a craving to have what once was. She never expected it would be like this, your lips against hers in her former temple. Every touch thrills her senses, igniting love’s spark under her skin. It burns deliciously, razing you into her veins.
Seridia’s favorite kisses come as worship, on late and delicate nights. The past lingers brutally, itching under her scales and keeping her from sleep. Your light graces her then, soft kisses falling along her form. She eases into your touch, eyes falling shut as she allows you to pay tribute wherever you see fit. While this level of trust feels new, it is surprisingly comforting. Her horns have become the spot guaranteed to make her go slack. Every pass of your plush lips on their keratinous curve leaves her breath and heart stuttering. The sensation of worship was long lost to her, but she can understand how many go mad from this intoxication.
Your favorite kisses are wild, given in Seridia’s passionate and instinctual moments. Despite the heat of her kiss, her clawed hands still hold your face with care. She never wishes to tarnish nor harm her greatest treasure, after all. The only one who understands her, who provides her with gifts, company, and unconditional love. Her lips are fierce, fangs dancing across yours, now plush and swollen from her attention. Her eyes shine in the candlelight as she parts, kissing the racing pulse in your neck.
Valen’s kiss feels like hot tea on an autumn evening. Her steadiness is soothing, her tenderness and care precious. She’s rarely rough with you, always respectful in her touches. Still, she’s no stranger to romance and passion. She’s left you breathless and blissful on kisses alone. She merely prefers more depth to the intimacy between you, something she hopes her considerate heart and comforting kiss can foster.
Valen’s favorite kisses come under noon’s light, when you’ve visited her office for lunch. It means everything to her to have these little moments throughout the day. To know that you’re thinking about her and spending your valuable time at her side. She can’t resist leaving a kiss on your lips before she sits with you, the soft scent of rose hip lingering.
Your favorite kisses are placed on your forehead. Valen’s warm hold has always made you feel safe, feel seen and heard. When she smiles softly at you, placing a kiss on your forehead before tucking you closer, the overwhelming sense of home hits you. Her grin only widens if you cuddle closer, another kiss arriving on the top of your head. Valen may be a bit of a tease, but her kind heart always shines through.
notes: she has absolutely rotted my brain. I am so down bad I should be arrested. Anyway, please enjoy this tooth-rotting fic of the five times Seridia flusters you and the one time you get her back :)
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Greetings __,
Please meet me at my temple. There is an important matter that I wish to discuss with you privately.
Do not keep me waiting.
Seridia
Her letter had flickered like the magenta flame now before you, winter’s wind caressing it as if in worship of its sender.
Your racing heart longed to do the same, to know hers beyond the station of Dragonsworn.
Now, at Mistria’s highest point, you could envision the grand and ornate circlet once adorning her head, the magic seeping from her fingertips. She was divine by every right, a beautifully wicked gift from beyond the Gate.
Your knees threatened to bend as her bold ruby eyes found yours, slit pupils dilating as if she too felt that pull.
“If it were not for you, __ – I am not sure when I would have been able to return. Your faith and dedication… I acknowledge them. Such loyalty deserves reward.”
Seridia approached the cliff’s edge, sky blue hair coming alive as the wind whipped around her, tingling your cheeks with its essence.
“Whatever it is that your heart desires… I shall endeavor to grant it to you. So tell me, __. What is it that you want most?”
Images born of mist crowned the sky, endless possibilities spanning before you.
“Rule over Aldaria? Riches beyond imagination? Untold magic power? Speak true, __. You need not hide anything from me. Surely there is something you have wanted to ask for, in exchange for all that you have done for me…”
Your answer was simple, driven by the thrill in your veins and the words resting on your tongue since that fateful day in the mines.
“The only thing I desire is to be with you, Seridia.”
Her ambitious gaze startled, voice lower than you had ever heard from her confident lips, “You desire… me?” She observed your features with curiosity, nothing within them but the truth finally laid bare. “D-do not be foolish!”
Her hands found yours with gentle urgency, her eyes alight in the morning sun.
“You need not implore me to return your feelings… for I have long desired to call you my mate as well, __.”
Her words fell over you like tender flames, warming every inch of your body they claimed.
“And, if there is nothing more you would ask of me… perhaps you are the truest match I have had in any lifetime.”
Her hands squeezed yours as she came closer, one rising to hold your cheek. Her claw crossed the plane softly, lips meeting yours with all of the longing buried in her heart. She kissed you with great depth, as if the night sky’s grand void poured from her very lips.
—
Seridia hummed quietly as she watched the western sea, the sunset falling over sunken ruins and mountains like a gilded memory.
For your mate, it was.
Her chin rest on your head, hands in yours while her tail brushed your thigh.
“I’ve been thinking about something lately…”
Her thumb glided over the back of your hand, “Go on.”
“What if we were to… cast a spell together?”
Seridia’s chin moved to your shoulder, her voice steady and rumbling, “Combining our magic… sensing the other’s essence in our veins… twining our hands together as the spell reaches its peak…” She smirked against your heated neck, “Yes. I would like to try this with you.”
She unwound from you as night inched closer, hand still encasing yours as she guided you back to her temple. Familiar magenta flames brightened her features, excitement simmering in her eyes as she settled you on its left. Her grip shifted when she found her place across from you, her fingers sliding between yours as your palms faced upward.
“What would you like to cast? A protection spell for your crops? An illusion spell so that I may leave marks wherever I please? A simple summoning spell for dinner? We can always toy with the leylines… oh, I would love to introduce you to their flow.”
“Then that is what we’ll do.”
“You truly spoil me, my treasure.”
—
Curved violet doors opened, bringing afternoon light to Seridia’s dark temple, the dragon in question scribbling away at her desk.
“Ah! There you are, __.” She stood abruptly, gathering your hands in hers with loving grace, “Come with me.”
She led you through a curtained doorway, the eternal void stretching beyond. Skeletal palms wrapped around magenta flame, large steps building to her throne at the maw of a great beast. Treasure lined the room’s sides, piled high between ancient pillars.
You’ve visited this room before, but something about your mate’s energy made every bit of finery shine brighter – made your eyes focus on hers despite each ounce of her history laid bare.
“As you know, I am a firm believer that everyone, dragon or human, should have a hoard. You are no exception. So, what would you prefer to begin yours with?”
“I enjoy things that are ancient and valuable, especially with a storied past.”
Seridia smiled, fangs on perfect display, and it was impossible not to kiss her. She returned your affection with tender, controlled strength, claw tilting your chin to a satisfactory angle.
“We are of one mind.”
She left your side to fetch a gold and emerald object, the gem’s expanse carved into a dragon's head.
“I will give you this – an ancient royal scepter from my time as queen. It has graced my palm throughout numerous lifetimes and now it shall find yours.”
“Thank you, Seridia. Although, I have to admit that I started my hoard a few weeks ago.”
“Oh? What does it contain?”
“Well… I’ve come across a lot of your old furniture in the Ruins, and made a much less stately throne room for us. I have a lot of my gems from the mines scattered about, with plenty of other artifacts. There’s coins, cauldrons, and history books. I crafted a chest filled with everything you’ve ever gifted me. The decorations from that strawberry shortcake, scales from each fish you’ve hunted. Now this beautiful scepter–”
Her lips were fierce against yours, claiming, loving, and all too intoxicating. She held you close, tail cradling your waist.
“Perfect. I shall look forward to the day we combine our hoards.”
—
Your mate’s dominion caressed the horizon, countless ancient stories unfolding within. When sleep evaded you, the night beyond your cottage windows provided great comfort. Tonight, however, you were far too restless. Your mind raced and your muscles screamed. Work on the farm was more taxing than usual, the day now worsened by the lack of your mate’s arms around you.
Your sheets billowed as you tossed them off, settling them around your pet before putting on your winter boots and coat. Normally Seridia would be in her throne room or watching the stars, yet instead, you felt pulled to the northern path.
The inn passed by your wandering gaze, the clinic following. The fountain’s bubbling finally drew you back to the town, the manor ground’s tidy steps reverberating under your feet.
Now you could see her, past the pond before a Dragonsworn stele.
“Miss me, did you?”
“Of course.”
“Then I am glad the stars were able to guide you to me. It seems they too favor you, __.”
She smiled softly as you took her hand, turning your head back to the manor’s porch. Gently she clasped your chin, turning your flustered face back toward her.
“Do not hide from me, treasure. I wish to see my effect on you.”
A single knuckle delicately crossed your upper cheeks, stretching to brush your hair aside and glide down your neck. Her smile deepened at your shiver, relishing in your state as you attempted to recover.
“What brought you here?”
“I simply wished to reminisce. Perhaps my longing influenced my domain… regardless I am pleased to see you here beneath my moonlight.”
You placed a kiss over her caressing hand, allowing the crickets and wind to fill the quiet.
“Let us return to my temple. I wish to hold you longer under night’s reign.”
—
Seridia sat beneath you on her throne, a glass of red wine in one hand and the back of your neck in the other. Her invitation to visit this evening had been quite nondescript and coy, fueling your imagination the entire ride over.
Now her lips barely allowed you to think, much less speak, with their insistence. It has never been a secret how deeply she craves you – your love, your attention, your words and touch. Her wine had been long forgotten in exchange for the liquor of your lips, heady with love.
“I would… like to… present… you… a gift.”
Your kiss traveled to her cheek, to her ear, and tortuously slow down her neck, “I’ll accept anything you give me, Seridia.”
“This is one of great–” she exhaled sharply as you took the skin above her pulse between your teeth, “import, treasure. As much as I adore your worship, I would like you to focus.”
With one final kiss to her lips, you returned her gaze, “My attention’s yours.”
“Good.”
She set down her wine, palm sparkling with essence as she summoned a small black chest decorated in gold and sapphire. It floated on mist between you, her eyes shining with affection and anxiety when they met yours.
“Among dragons it is customary to provide our mate with many gifts, during and beyond courting. What is before you now is a mating gift. A piece of jewelry crafted by my hand to signify our bond. Please, open it.”
Your breath caught as you lifted the lid, a beautifully ornate necklace perched inside. Mistril attached fang-carved bone to a bold chain, unable to slide from their evenly spaced spots. In the center rest a dragon-forged core, one you had crafted for her at request weeks ago. Mistril surrounded this too, claws designed along four corners to guard it. On its backing plate lay a message, one likely written in Draconian.
You met her molten ruby eyes blearily, the moment delightfully overwhelming. Wordlessly she understood, “It is my vow. I shall protect and adore my light until the void claims all.”
You longed to hold her closer, to kiss her until sunrise and ensure she felt every ounce of how mad she drove you. Instead you gathered your thoughts enough to whisper, “Please put it on.”
Her face came alight, fingers ready to attach the finery. She toyed with it after, sitting every fang in place as she admired you.
“Now you are fit for a throne at my side.”
“I am perfectly happy right here.”
“Then I shall never let you go.”
—
Seridia laughed as your story concluded, sipping her wine and toying with your hand after. Being at the summit always made her more open, more grounded and connected. Perhaps the moon’s rays helped, falling on your little date with fondness.
Your dinner plates sat in a picnic basket, empty and thoroughly enjoyed. Monster mash was quite a unique dish to make, its ingredients tedious to collect. Her smile made every day in the mines worth it, her approval a balm to your weary spirit.
She finished off her glass, setting it aside before laying down. You joined her, tucking into her side and relishing in each constellation she pointed out. Some were old friends and foes, others long gone species, tools, and professions. She spoke of the array honoring the Dragonsworn with great fondness, her head landing over yours.
To its left was hers, named after her title as Witch Queen yet resembling her original form.
She whispered, “Even when we are apart, we are together in the stars.”
And that was it. Your heart knew, after weeks of waiting to return her tradition, this was the moment.
You placed a kiss on her jaw before rising, fetching a black box from the picnic basket’s side. It was small and velvet, holding a precious gift crafted by your hand (with a little guidance from your friends, of course.)
Seridia sat up as you turned to her, box in your palm.
“This is for you, Seri.”
“Is that what I think it is?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
“Such a tease,” she whispered, taking the box into her hands and flipping it open.
Her eyes widened as a blush spread over her cheeks, tender astonishment playing through her features. Mistril encased smooth, carved bone formed into a ring. Four fangs of the same sparkling ore held a piece of hardened essence, a crescent moon wrapped around a star etched into its surface. Inside the band lay a short inscription: Yours eternal.
“This is in Draconian… when did you learn?”
“I’ve studied many of your books.”
She laughed incredulously, sliding the ring onto her finger and nearly tackling you into a kiss.
“Thank you, __. My Dragonsworn, my mate, my most precious treasure. Your love honors me more than I have ever known. I cannot wait to see what this lifetime brings us.”
content/warnings: predator/prey kink, outdoor sex, biting/marking, oral sex, finger sucking, blood kink, technical sacrilege?, slightly territorial seridia | read at your own discretion
notes: the second time I invited her on the picnic date, she talked about "finding a secluded corner of the Deep Woods to amuse ourselves", and thus this fic was born ;)
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“Catch me if you can!”
Cool autumn winds rustled your hair as you ran, gifted silky robes fluttering. Grass flattened under each of your footfalls, the sun gleaming against every jewel on your figure. Hiding from Seridia was futile – she was a ruthless hunter, fueled by the prize of prey. Her favorite would not slip so easily from her grasp.
Your invitation had been innocuous at first, offering merely an afternoon picnic in the Deep Woods. Your mate seemed almost enchanted by the thrill of subterfuge, the promise of intel and your company. Only once you crossed the southern bridge to the Eastern Road did a certain idea take root in your mind…
Seridia has always been most fond of the chase. Hunting prey, capturing minds, stealing hearts. Courtship proved no different, every facet of you was revelry for her. Learning another so intimately left her pulse racing and her cheeks warm. Never had she thought she would enjoy such sensations again, much less with someone pledged to her in mind, body, and soul. Starbound and Dragonsworn – utterly hers.
She wished to relish in this moment, her sprint measured while she watched you run. She was not far behind, her claws digging into the soil. You beamed under the sun’s light, leading her through ruins and bushes. She could hardly hear your giggles over the rushing in her ears, anticipation stoking little flames across her scales. Her fingertips tingled and her chest burned as desire spiked between her thighs.
Your rapid footsteps echoed off of the stairs to the Deep Woods, her speed increasing at the mere thought that traitor might lay eyes on you. The finery coating your skin was meant for her and her gaze only. Something special chosen from her hoard that she insisted you wear. One day your entire closet would be filled with clothes fit for a queen, for an equal at her side.
Today, though, they were perfect for ripping off of her prey.
Your laughter flooded through the forest, flashes of deep blue and gold disappearing behind grand fir trees. You left the blanket and picnic basket on a stump, trails of your magic pulling Seridia beyond the Grove of Rest. The tree line parted, revealing a sun-dappled courtyard of Dragonsworn past. Temple flowers littered the grounds, your ornate hairpiece lying amongst them.
Her pace slowed as she approached the stele, quiet ruffling moving through the grass. She turned and caught your chin, the surprise in your eyes driving her pulse higher.
“Perhaps the hunting is best left to me,” she stated, tone delightfully breathless and impatient.
You merely stared at her, observing the lack of composure in her disheveled appearance. Her ruby eyes tracked every flit of your gaze, her restraint wearing thin. Her thumb passed over your bottom lip, claw scraping against the top. She observed the shifting of your flesh, her tongue coating her lips. They shone in the afternoon light, shadow hanging over her eyes. You entertained her standoff, delivering an offer all too enticing.
“If you want me, take me.”
A single claw pushed past your lips, settling hard over your tongue.
“There are better uses for that bold mouth of yours, treasure.”
You didn’t need to be told twice, your tongue massaging the swirled pad of her thumb. The tips of her claws met the skin of your throat gently, Seridia blushing as you sucked harder.
“Such a perfect mate you are.”
Her praise and her danger were a heady combination, more dizzying than anything Hemlock could mix up. Her lips sealed over yours, her hands gripping your hips possessively. Her kiss was warm and deep, driving you further into your sunny haze. Her fangs pricked against your bottom lip, her tongue sliding out to taste the small drops of blood left behind. She moaned, panting after she swallowed, a carnal gleam in her eyes.
“Sit on the stele for me.”
You settled on top of the stone, its chill flowing through your robes. You kept a straight posture as you spread your legs, the smooth side of her tail wrapping around your hips. Seridia fell to her knees before you, and your heart thrummed so intensely it nearly skipped a beat. To think that a former goddess would be so willing to worship the one she loves…
Your hands slipped into her hair when her kiss found your neck, traveling down along your pulse with a smile. Her claws made quick work of your robes, a few slashes leaving them in tatters on the ground. Seridia’s lips grew lighter as her attention shifted, the awful temple flowers behind you souring the beast inside her. That Caldarus was insulting as ever, claiming you and your past as his. Such was never the case, certainly not now.
You and your fate belonged to the Witch Queen, to the Dark Goddess, to your unholy sworn dragon and mate Seridia.
She would just have to teach that ant…
Her voice was rough, riddled with desperation as she hooked your legs over her shoulders, “Watch me. There is nothing else in this glade worth your gaze.”
Her tongue parted your folds, its forked tip flicking over your clit. Her claws sunk into your thighs, their tips sharp and exhilarating as her grip tightened. She buried herself deeper into you, taking her time teasing. Your hand found itself in her hair once more, her responding groan driving your hips heavier over her tongue. Seridia’s fangs brushed your clit in a silent message to behave.
You eased into her palms, a quiet moan filling the forest as her tongue delved into your hole. It was far more satisfying than your fingers, swiping at angles and depths that left your moans loud and staggered. She knew exactly how to use it, exactly how to make your limbs feel like jelly while your nerves were set ablaze. One of her hands came to splay over your lower back, a claw on the other nudging against your clit. Its smooth side began rubbing, driving you closer to the void of pleasure.
Seridia’s movements grew greedy as she guided you closer to the edge, every sensation coming faster. She was a ruthless hunter, and when her sights were set, she chased without mercy.
Your orgasm came as a raging fire, heat flowing through your veins, paralyzing your senses. Seridia groaned as you spasmed and clenched around her tongue, slowly removing it to lap lovingly at your clit.
You brushed her hair back blissfully, her blown pupils entirely satisfied. Her hands came to cradle your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss that once more ventured to your neck. Her nose nudged against its side before her fangs sank in, the pain shocking yet arousing all the same.
Seridia sucked on the bite before laving it, humming at the taste of your blood. You supposed it was a natural instinct, to both mark one’s mate and feast on one’s prey. You reciprocated her action, biting down on the opposite side of her neck. She moaned in surprise, melting into your arms as you forced your teeth down harder. Her strong grip in your hair drew you back, her lips desperate over yours.
You panted heavily when she parted, “Let me please you, Seri.”
She smiled, her ruby gaze soft and comforting as a hearth, “You already do, darling treasure, more than you may ever know.”
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