my sword and shield. Connie x reader
warnings : ancient greece au, reader is an heteara, biref mention of blood and gore, soldier!connie, virgin!connie, first time, handjob, missionary, cowgirl, fluff, breeding, praise.
author's note : heteara were not prostitutes, they came from good families, they knew how to sing, dance and play instruments, often entertaining friendships with high ranked men in society, they had a sit at their table as their guest, these men would come to the hetaera for conversations, views on political or philosophical matters because they knew they were educated women, it was a way for them (hetaera) to be independant, some of their sexual relationship were priced or they would receive gifts but they are not to be mistaken with pornae, that worked in brothels and were usually freed slaves.
Enjoy the last part of this au babes!
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The salt from the sea clings to your skin as you walk back home. The sun is rising and your hair is not fully dry yet. In the distance you hear the familiar voices of Constantine, your guard, and Sasha, one of your friends. They are laughing, and without knowing the reason for their joy a smile instantly pulls on your face.
"Morning" you start as you approach them. The duo jump a bit in place and you stifle a laugh.
Constantine looks shocked to see you out of your home, you wished him a good night yesterday when you got back and haven't talked since.
"I snuck out from the back, Bertholdt was asleep" you clarify referring to one of the other guards. His shoulders relax but he groans stills.
"This guy is not serious, with all my respect I know you picked us all for a reason but he spends his days sleeping, he fell face first in his meal the other day." you giggle at the anecdote, covering your mouth.
"He is fine, do not worry Constantine." You take the time to admire him when you answer, it is rare to see him without his helmet, for obvious reasons.
His face is tan within the outline of his usual helmet, making his golden eyes pop out, his hair is no longer than freshly cut grass, their ashy colors complimenting his skin. His body is one of his working tools so of course it is trained to the perfection. rippling muscles proudly displayed, you can't see what his chest looks like but you have no doubt it is as mouth watering as the rest, you don't allow your gaze to linger on his thigh, knowing that your mind will no doubt slip to non innocent thoughts.
The gold steel armor you have chosen for your guards wrap up the whole look harmoniously.
Your eyes travel back to his face and you notice now that he has an unidentified crumb at the corner of his lips. swiping it with your thumb, you bring it to your mouth. Sasha and him exchange a wide eye look and you wonder what is the meaning. His cheeks are significantly redder, how adorable.
"You have some for me ?" you ask, turning to Sasha, she looks down at the sweets with pulled brows. "These are my only two left I-" you snatch one from the towel, biting it before she can protest. A delicious honey cake. Sasha looks at you with wide eyes and Constantine barks a laugh, head falling backward. You lick your lips admiring his Adam apple bobbing up and down.
"I'm sure that mysterious blond keeps some more for you, don't be sad" you jest, petting her cheek and she feints to bite it.
You can see that her cheeks turn red at the mention of her lover so she is quick to divert the subject.
"How did you two meet ? And by the hells why are you calling him Constantine and not Connie like the rest of us ?"
You look at Constantine and he looks back at you with round eyes, your attention goes back to Sasha as you give her an answer "Well you see, since Connie works for me I have to show some kind of authority, so to me he is Constantine" you look his way and he nods, a faint blush painting his peaked cheeks. "As for how we met, well, he saved my life, a boar broke into the house, I thought that I was going to die, but Constantine was one step ahead." Sasha's mouth opens in shock and she nods vigorously.
"Did you eat the boar after that ?" a very Sasha answer.
"We did, and its skin is somewhere on the wall" Constantine answered for you.
"Wait, you think it could have been Zeus ? Maybe he wanted you to birth his child !" she looks back and forth between you as she had an epiphany and you scrunch up your face.
"If that's the case I'm glad Constantine was here" you whisper "I don't need Hera's wrath following me" you confess and they break laughing again.
The breeze reminds you that your body hasn't entirely dried up after you dip in the sea.
"I'll leave you to it, Morpheus is calling my name."
"You didn't sleep last night ?" Constantine asks, a hint of worry in his smooth voice.
You shake your head left to right "If anyone comes today would you please tell them that i'm away ? or ill ?" he nods, silently approving your request, you let your hand run up his arm as you walk past him, thanking him for his undying, loyal services. You could swear you felt his hair rise under your touch.
"Ta leme Sasha" you wave at her, making your way to your chamber.
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"The gods did not graced me with Penelope's patience" you grumble, pinching the ears of the Galliard's brothers as they hiss under your touch. "Out! Now!" you release their ear after walking them to the exit.
You have lost count of how many times they came to your door, arguing, and asking you to be the judge. You love to hear them blabber, it gives you exclusive gossip, only today you are not in the mood.
From the sandy streets Porco and Markos are looking at you like you slaughtered their pet dog.
You shoo them away like stray cats and they get on their way.
Constantine turns to you after making sure your visitors are gone for good, The helmet is back on, you wish you could still admire his pretty features without the iron encasing his face, alas for your safety and his, it is better this way. You do discern a smile hanging low on his face.
"Are you amused by my misadventures Constantine ?" you ask with no bite in your voice.
"It's just... interesting I don't think I ever saw you that serious" he jokes, eyeing your crossed arms over your chest. As you're about to answer a stream of raindrops hits your skin, the sky above your head is a dark grey, too focused on the brotherly bickering, you haven't noticed his threatening color. Constantine tug on your wrist, shielding you from the rain under the peristyle that surrounds the inner courtyard. Just in time as a loud rumbling thunder crashes in the distance and the rain hits the floor harder still.
It is rare for the island to be struck with storms but when they happen it make it look like the gods are upset with its inhabitant and punishing them, the last time it happen you were locked in this very house for two days and found the streets to be a complete mess once you were able to step a foot outside again.
Another clash of thunder makes you jump in place and Constantine places his hand in yours when he sees you fiddling nervously.
"Do you think I've upset Zeus with what I said the other day ?" you ask, squeezing his hand when bright flashes of lightning lit up the stormy sky.
"I do believe his ego can take such an innocent jab" it reassures you a bit and you smile up to him even though you can barely see his eyes. At the same time the wind picks up, sending the waters slashing through the colonnades, clutching your guard hand, you bring him deeper into the house, where the water can't reach you.
Looking down at your clothes you find that the rain makes it cling to you like a second skin, luckily you chose a dark shade of purple today, it is probably see through. You look at your counterpart, Constantine can't be comfortable with all that steel around him, on the tip of your toes you take off his helmet. He let out a long exhale and you can finally admire his face again.
"Let's get dried up Constantine follow me" you climb up the stairs to your chambers. and he follows obediently, the gold helmet is still in your hands, you put it close to your chest for a better grip and you wonder how would it feel for his head to rest against your very skin.
The thunder keeps striking the ground, making the wall of your house shake. Constantine steps into your room like he is out of place and you hold back a grin. You saw him kill animals and intruders in cold blood but a lady's chamber is where he shakes in fear ? You bite your cheek as he looks around the room with a sheepish expression. You let his helmet rest on the nearby table.
"Come here let's get you out of this" you gesture to him and he walks up to you in silent strides."You do wear something under all of this do you not ?" you tease and his shoulder relaxes
" Only one way to find out" your eyebrow shot up in surprise as you begin to untie the leather strings that hold in place his epomides, once his shoulders are free he rolls them a few times and you refrain yourself from biting into them, the candle lit room makes him look absolutely delicious. Busying yourself with the rest of his armour you let your fingers fleet against his honeyed skin.
Underneath all this steel he is wearing a simple toga, shorter than the regular, not to impede his movement you can easily guess. His thighs are a work of art, competing with each of the statues you have seen in your life, a rush of heat goes to your core and you shake your head to stop it from going farther.
"Let me find a clean cloth for you" you exit the room quickly. Another clap of thunder helps you ground yourself, you are not having lustful thoughts about your most loyal guard you are only helping him because of the storm, you have a heart it's not like you can just let him under the pouring rain.
Clinking steel echoes in the stairs and soon Reiner and Bertholdt, two of your other guards appear in front of you drenched from head to toe.
"Went for a dip ?" you tease and they both exhale looking defeated. "I was on my way down, I'll grab some clothes for you as well."
You make you wander downstairs at the speed of light. Knocking on the guest room door, Bertholdt cracks the door open allowing you to hand the dry material. "Can I have one for Reiner ?" he asks, looking down at his feet. Of course those two stick together even though there are other spare rooms to use. You nod, fulfilling his request. "Have fun" your singsong before retiring to your own chamber.
The room is now lit with more candles you notice, Constantine's armour is neatly placed in a corner. His sandals are off, the moment he hears the door shut he turns to you.
"I- I took the liberty of using your candles" you nod, stepping toward him, handing him the clothes. Thanking you with a smile, Constantine processes to pat himself dry. He's looking at you while doing it. There is something in his eyes you can't quite decypher. It scares you , but it also makes your inside giddy.
"Do you need help too ? Undressing" Constantine asks as he approaches you, with the same glint in his eyes. You don't answer for a bit, letting the sound of the rain and thunder fill the silence.
"I am not wearing anything under this." you whisper still looking in his eyes.
He nods, pushing your curls out of your cleavage, tracing the fabric on your shoulders, his rough hands slowly sliding down the material until it is pooling at your feet. You are naked in front of him, eyes still locked on his, they slowly travel down your form, memorising each curve, mole and scars.
You are shy under his gaze, you don't know why, it is far to be the first time you are in your simplest attire in front of a man, maybe it's because he works for you, maybe it's because he is still clothed.
Another step in your direction and you are trapped between him and the door. You are about to speak when his soft lips are against yours, they stay motionless for a moment, none of you pulling back so you decide to deepen the kiss, your hands roam his strong arms, shoulders, until they find an anchor behind his neck. Your tongue laps at his lips until he parts them, giving full access to his mouth. The battle for dominance is short as he tugs one of your nipples, you jolt in place, you feel the corner of his mouth spread and you curse him internally.
When he pulls back you bite his cheek hard. He winces but you can feel his chest move with laughter.
"Not fair" you murmur moving to his ear biting again.
His large hands fondle your hips and he moans under your sweet torture.
"I want you" he murmurs as his grip intensifie.
"Constantine, I don't think it's a good idea" You murmur, peeling your body from his so you can look in his eyes.
"Why ? Reiner and Bertholdt haven't asked for your permission" on cue, a loud moan is heard from down the corridor. You close your eyes, what a great timing.
"It's different for us, Constantine. I am a woman, you work for me and... there is my occupation."
"Don't you want it ? I have seen the way you look at me, I thought hetaeras were all about pleasure." he teases, twisting your hair around his finger.
"And conscience" you tone swatting his hand away but a smile is present on your face. "I don't want this to come in the way of our relationship, you truly are doing amazing work, you're handsome you'll have no worry finding someone willing to satisfy you I'm sure !"
"It's you that I want" his hands place themselves on the small of your back, connecting your bodies once more. Your ego inflates under his word, there is nothing you'd want more than to ravish him, hearing him chanting your name, feeling his strong body on top of yours.
Biting your inner lips your eyes travel down to his clothed manhood. You'll take a look at it, if it is to your liking you'll indulge, if not you'll send him on his way. Grabbing the piece from his shoulder you take the cloth down in one movement.
Just like the rest of his body, his naked penis is as enticing as his face, his eyes and his voice. Your will crumble down, you need to have it. A roll in the hay with this man can't be that damaging ? If anything it'll strengthen your bond.
Looking up at him once more, you melt on his lips, directing him to the bed that lay next to nearby. He groans in the kiss, placing his body on top of yours, the skin to skin contact makes you shiver, his body is running hot while yours is still humid from the clothes you, or rather he, took off a moment ago.
You push him off so he's laying next to you. Wasting no time you spit in your hand to apply smooth up and down motion on his cock.
"U-uh I never done this before" he moans looking down at where your bodies connect. You huff a laugh tightening your finger around his shaft. But when you look up at him you can see in his eyes that he is not playing this time.
"What ?" you ask in disbelief, making a halt in your movements. pushing his hips up in your hand he ignores your question and his cheek turns a light pink. Retiring your hand all at once you force him to look at you. "You're a soldier and you never had a woman before ?" you ask again and he closes his eyes.
"No, never felt like i wanted it, but now I do" filth full ideas are running in your head. He never experienced another body before, you could do anything to him. Your cunt clenches and you know that it is about time that you pounce on him.
"You do now ?" you repeat in a sultry voice. He nods, and you kiss his lips softly. "Well i'm going to be kind to you Constantine" you kiss his jaw resuming your touch on his half erected penis.
"Please call me Connie" he rasps rutting his hips in your hand.
"Connie" you call, as your other hand has an affair with the slit of his penis. Your thumb rubs circular motion around it making him whine and tremble. "Connie" you call again and he pleads to never stop. You are the first person to witness him like that and it drives you crazy, you don't want anyone to be graced with such delight. His seriousness and attitude as a guard is long forgotten, he is just another man succumbing to your touches now.
His penis jolts in your hands, splaying his semen over your skin.
"How was that ?" you ask once his breath is coming back to regular after his orgasm.
"Good, it's my turn now, lay down. I want to make you feel good."
There is a chance that he doesn't know what to do, but you let him take the lead, curious about how he is going to manage. Lining his tip with your entrance Connie looks up to you and you nod silently signaling that he can start. Your wall stretches around him and your mouth opens in delight, you knew he'd feel good from the moment you took a look at his size, this is perfect. securing you legs behind his back you kiss his mouth a few times as he thrusts slowly accelerates.
Connie hides his face in your neck, grunting with every thrust, he picks up the pace until you're almost slammed into the wall and you gasp.
"By the gods Connie, slow down!"
"Sorry! Hurting you, am I hurting you ?" he asks, eyes wide as his movements stop.
"No, but you need to savor this moment" with the heel of your feet you guide his hips in deep slow thrust. "Like this" he nods, moving on his own and you relax again. His cock takes the time to tease each centimeter of your whole and you moan.
The snap of his hips fall into a comfortable rhythm against yours, beads of sweat forming along his hairline, breath ragged as his eyes keep traveling from your face to your cunt, almost like he can't believe what's happening "It's better right ?"
"Y-yes I can feel you, all of you" he gulps cupping your face to kiss you.
"You like how you feel Connie?" you ask, squeezing your walls around him and he moans, the heat and the grip hitting all at once.
"You are a witch, that's why they keep coming back to you." his deep voice claims.
"Wait until I take control you're going to think I'm a goddess" Balancing your weight in your legs you switch positions, his flat on his back, you're standing proud on top of him. He is lodged deep inside of you, this position makes you blissfully aware.
Resting your hand on his strong chest you balance your hips front to back, mimicking the movement of the tides. A loud thunder clap echoes outside and you grin looking down in his golden eyes.
"Do you think he's jealous ?" you ask, referring to the gods of gods.
"I will if I were deprived of that" Connie's hands are clenched around the meat of your thigh, he looks like he's stranded at sea and holding on for dear life, so you grind even faster against him. He calls your name in shaky moans and the smile on your face is triumphant.
Leaning into him you kiss his face, murmuring in his skin how good he is doing. Taking advantage of your unsteady balance, Connie rolls you on the bed, you are both on your sides looking into each other's eyes as he hooks one of your legs to his waist, giving him better access to your wet cunt.
"I'm so glad I waited for you" he confesses through gritted teeth as he ruts into you.
"You are?" you tease, threading his hair with your free hand. He nods in response, breath crashing over your face. You never thought you'd had sex with Constantine, let alone be his first, but it creates a newfound sensation in your chest. You push it down, kissing his lips greedily as you feel your orgasm approach.
"Connie" you call between heated kisses, you take the hand that is gripping your thigh to direct it toward your pussy, you make his thumb catch your bundle of nerves, running it in slow motion, your hands over his guiding him through the process. You call his name a final time, as your body traversed by tremors. Your wall clamps down on his erection and a thick liquid fills your cunt. as he squeezes you tight against his chest.
It's only after another rumbling course in the sky that you realise what you just did.
Connie's eyes are still closed and you wonder if he fell asleep.
"Where are you going" he asks when you try to break free from his grasp.
"You... finished inside of me I-" you clear your throat feeling embarrassed to say it outloud "I have herbs downstairs that will help me with this"
"Sorry I didn't realize" he sits up, looking genuinely sorry and you stifle a laugh.
"That's fine, my mind was elsewhere too." you trace his chest with the tip of your fingers and he nods. Kissing your lips softly Connie helps you up on your feet.
"I'll come with you, just in case an intruder took advantage of the storm." he jokes, you roll your eyes laughing with him as you put your clothes back on.