She was honey.
And he was starving.
Since the first moment Japhinne was successfully summoned to the First, Exarch vowed never to let her golden grin or words thick with lust and desire coax him into her grasp. He was successful —for a time. And in that solace he reminded himself of the pains to come that would far exceed the aches he endured denying her advances to keep himself in check. Yet, so persistent she was, stealing away his attention when he ought not give and sneaking in even the briefest contact that left a spark sticking to his skin where she had been. Each slip up was felt in his very core, stroking the edges of a void his longing carved deeper and deeper into him.
Now, that void was overflowing with the brilliant sweetness of her, threatening to burst from his seams and drown him entirely.
How he craved it so…
Against better judgment and trampling over every detail of his meticulous plan with want and need, Exarch’s hands shakily grabbed the elezen’s blouse as her tongue danced with his in wondrous harmony. His senses trembled as he drank, tasting the tingling citrus on her lips and hints of indulgent evening chocolate on her tongue. With it all was the taste of her, once an enigma and long pondered desire now fully realized in bliss that made him float helplessly.
Her…her…Japhinne…after all these decades…centuries…
Echoes of G’raha Tia sang out from his soul. Admiration, affection, denial, stubbornness, regret…all wove in a symphony that renewed the youth he once was and clawed away at the walls he built. What a fool he was to think he could hold back entirely. What a fool he was to believe he could fend her off when he wanted nothing more than to surrender. Exarch was an old, lovesick, hopeless fool. And the boundaries of foolishness he crossed excited him as much as it scared him.
Their lips clicked as the kiss ceased and Exarch pouted for a flicker, lamenting the loss of contact. However, a toothy smirk took hold of Japhinne’s face as she lounged an arm on the crystalline wall behind him. Her free hand wandered to caress his hip tempting his self control to wane further. It would have had it not been for the sudden remembrance of his tail hiding discreetly above her thumb and he tightened it around his waist with a gulp of air.
“J-Japhinne…we mustn't…” he murmured and his body betrayed him as his lips parted expectantly at the mere dipping of her head to bring them eye to eye. She noticed and was pleased.
“Why~?” she whispered back and kissed the corner of his mouth sweetly, “Is there no room for fun in your busy schedule, Exarch? You sure seem like you could use some~”
Her eyes glanced down at his hands still clinging to her top and he loosened his grip with a roaring flush. A knowing gaze twinkled in her eye and Exarch had only a heartbeat to prepare himself before the presence on his hip traveled somewhere more scandalous. The contact was just enough to steal his breath away —just enough to torture him with thoughts of more— and more enough to leave his knees wobbling weakly and his hands rushing to her shoulders for support. Oh, she barely traced the arousal he couldn’t keep hidden to save his life and he was ready to fall apart.
“Japhinne,” he breathed and desperately he stood on his toes to claim her lips once again in a vain attempt to satisfy the hunger. It left him vulnerable to a playful thigh finding its way snugly between his legs, sending sparks up his spine as it gifted glorious friction. A moan, weighted heavy with the years of lonely fantasy and the new ecstasy of his reality, slipped easily from his throat and the elezen took it as if it were precious gold. Greedily, she demanded more and he complied much to his embarrassment as the pleasure increased at an alarming rate.
Japhinne, quite proud of herself, broke the kiss and smiled. “Tell me how long you’ve been holding back… I’ll give you what is owed plus a little interest if you are good~”
Lightheaded, Exarch pulled himself away and attempted to regain his composure, the cool wall behind him only amplifying the burning of his skin and how desperately he wanted her warmth. To his dismay and relief, her leg retreated, allowing him to catch his breath and bring what oxygen he could to his muddled head. Yet, little clarity came and he couldn’t utter a single sound to deny her though he knew he should. Instead all that emerged was a solemn, hopeless, “Please…”
Instantly, a flurry of sparks ignited in her eyes, scorching him with the promise of more passion than all the shards could hold. That gaze alone made his heart overflow and he nearly flung himself into her arms to allow her flame to swallow him whole. However, fear paralyzed him as he recalled their position, recalled his mission, and recalled all he had still hidden under the damned robes he grew to loath in the last five minutes.
“W-Wait–” he pleaded and Japhinne’s expression dropped, causing his belly to do the same. Mind racing with all the ways intimacy could expose him in ways he couldn’t afford, he stumbled on his words as he continued, “First we…we must strike a deal.”
“A deal?” Japhinne parroted and tilted her head with an air of impatience.
“Y-Yes.”
A fool. He was an old, lovesick, hopeless fool.
The gears of opportunity too far in motion for him to stop them, Exarch continued with his heart in his throat, “F-First…my cowl must stay as it is.”
Japhinne rolled her eyes with a twitchy half-smirk. “Yes, yes. I figured as much~”
Oh, how huskily she sounded and impatient. So ready to get down to business. It was difficult to concentrate on all his other needs when she spoke like that. Still, he re-centered his focus and continued.
“You must promise never to try when I…while I…”
Wicked white.
“As much as it pains me to not be able to gaze into those mysterious eyes of yours, my lord,” Japhinne interrupted and placed a finger under his chin, “I will leave it be. If it comes undone of your own doing though, I won’t turn away~”
There was far too much confidence in that statement and he huffed. All things considered, the enchantment he snapped into place whenever she neared should do its work to keep his identity. At least…so long as his ears didn’t move too much during the act…Twelve willing, they would stay put or she would be too distracted to notice.
Now, all that remained was the issue of his tail —or at least that’s what he could recollect with her finger drawing ticklish circles along his jaw. Several scenarios played in Exarch’s mind of how best to keep it hidden. A blindfold mayhaps, however, roaming limbs would assuredly find it. Binding her was an option, though it was a distasteful idea with his body reminding him of the spectacular sensations her hands alone were granting him —Neverthemind that the situation was frustrating enough for her with what limitations he placed. Extremes were only needed if absolutely necessary.
Flexing and tightening his tail around his midsection, G’raha sighed and settled on a single alternative solution that was a middle ground. If he wouldn’t restrain her, then he would simply restrain himself.
“Second, my robes may be raised no higher than my hips.”
“You’re denying me so much of your body?! Come now...”
“Furthermore, they may not fall from my shoulders either should some...” he paused, glancing at her dumbfounded expression and flushing at his over explaining, “...odd event occur where my robes become detached from my cowl.”
At that, Japhinne blinked and her eyes traveled all along his form causing him to shy away into himself as if he were nude. Exarch prayed she would assume it was the crystal dominating part of his body that he wished not to show and nothing more. A suspicious quirk of her eyebrow told him otherwise, but with a hum, Japhinne finally conceded and dropped her investigation.
“So, your legs and the fun stuff are mine~?” she said all too cheerily and Exarch brought his hands to his face to attempt to hide a nervous smile. Wicked white…must she refer to it like that? And moreso…Seven Hells, this was happening. This was truly happening. Not a dream nor a blissful mental distraction between his studies. She was but one final yes away from crossing the point of no return.
And against all the voices screaming of every way this could go wrong and of the depth of toil this would bring them both when the moment of deception came to its peak, Exarch let go and slipped into the promise of her sweet honey.
“Yes,” he croaked out meekly and drowned in shame, “If you agree to the terms.”
He did not need to peek from between his fingers or through his crystalline hand to know there was a cheshire’s grin on the elezen’s face. He could feel the energy radiating from her, tantalizing and mortifying simultaneously. And when he finally steadied his nerves enough to lower his hands just enough to meet her cyan eyes, Japhinne replied with tone hushed and deep…
“I do~ ”
Legs losing their strength, Exarch fell back and propped himself against the wall proper as she took advantage of the slight distance to begin unbuttoning her blouse. Effortlessly, each came undone, much like himself this moment, eyeing each slither of newly exposed flesh. He’d be a liar if he claimed to have never seen such intimate details before though it was all unintentional —he swore— as she relished in lounging nude in her apartment. A mistake with the scrying portal, though one that couldn’t capture the depth of her beauty as the fabric grew looser.
Never before had he been so close to see the faint scars on her skin from her history in battle nor the cute pair of freckles like little fang marks he caught residing not far where a nipple still lay hidden. The details of her navel piercing shimmered brilliantly in the Ocular’s aura, the green gemstone charm beckoning him to play with it though with fingers or tongue he had yet to decide. And then he considered what other piercings he may yet be privy to and his eyes traced for any outlines. None he could spot, but the dazzling display of her tattoo was a sight to behold proper.
Orange blossoms, delicate and typical of the elezen who so loved the fruit they bore. He had seen it before more than once when she wiped her face with the lower half of her shirt or tied her blouse in a knot to relieve herself of the heat. Flattering how the branches matched the curve of her hip bones and framed that lovely stomach with piercing. He would travel every line of the illustration, he swore to it.
Suddenly and swiftly, all obstruction of her torso vanished with a wiggle of her shoulders and his eyes widened, taking in the bombardment of forbidden knowledge at record speeds. It was all he could not collapse on the spot in awe.
“You never answered me, Exarch,” the elezen drawled on, seemingly ecstatic to see him so fixated on her body without a hint of hesitation or shyness in her aura, “How long have you been holding back~?”
Lips parted, his eyes danced over the curves of her body. Supple, sultry, and sublime…every ilm more than worthy of exploration with every sense. How he desired to touch, smell, taste, and memorize —all for historic record keeping, of course.
“Since you arrived.”
It was painfully true. Then, he wished to embrace her. To let the decades-grown apologies spill from his mouth and to shower her with affections he daydreamed of giving her. To ask if she would forgive him and to confess what he held tight within his heart. To let her claim him for every moment he had denied her. However, Exarch steadied his resolve and bottled up each wish and desire for the sake of the mission and even now he would continue to hold fast to the layers of truth he must keep hidden. What sweet relief to let go of even just a finger to ease his burdened soul despite the ache it left him in regardless. He would take it. He had to.
Satisfied with the reply, Japhinne purred deep in her chest and stepped forward in a wide stride, pressing herself against him so that he had no means of escape and caging him in with her arms once again propped up against the wall. This time, however, he did not shy away and retreat into himself. No, despite a brief second of shock, the soft warmth of her ordered him to embrace her and embrace her he did with hands caressing her sides and lips exploring each of those scars and freckles with intimacy.
The metal decorations of his hood stroked her skin and his crystalline hand reached to guard her from any accidental injuries while his tongue lapped at a perked nipple, but Japhinne convinced him a better action was in order and drew his wrist to aim for more tantalizing endeavors. A lack of fondling experience aside and the trust in this hand to be satisfying being low, Exarch soon grasped her preferred motions and repeated them with aims of seeking her approval. He hoped the clumsiness of his right hand or its typical coolness didn’t steal enjoyment from her, and by her soft murmurs of pleasure, he pondered where else she would enjoy the crystal.
Then, a presence pressed into the back of his head and he jumped, instinctively grasping his hood expecting it to be yanked, but Japhinne’s chest bounced with a laugh and she said, “I made a promise~ Just encouraging you, don’t worry~”
And that’s when he realized fingers were massaging the base of his skull and gently guiding him to continue his work.
With such a simple gesture, his entire being was set ablaze with a heat he could not fathom. Overwhelming and addicting, he gasped for breath several times breathing against her skin as if it were his lifeforce. Then, he worshipped every ilm of flesh before him, even standing on his toes to caress her neck with kisses and less-than-gentlemanly licks. And when it earned him the blessing of hearing even the faintest, airest hint of a moan from her, Exarch exploded inside with a sense of accomplishment, pride even that he had caused it.
How many nights had he been trapped in the throes of ecstasy that while by his own hand, he attributed it to she who orchestrated in his mind? How easy it came to her to play him like a grand instrument and cause him to sing with the barest touch. That he should even achieve a fraction of that, he was honored, and he desired to give her more.
Such a hope was cut short, however, when she took hold of his forearms and pushed him back against the wall firmly, frightening and worrying him that he had made a grievous mistake. However, the blush bestowed across her cheeks and ears with an excited smile eased his heart. The fire radiating off her was exhilarating and her grin was far too contagious not to reflect it back at her even in his fluster. Japhinne sighed then, not in frustration, annoyance, or half-heartedness, but like she had just had her breath stolen from her lungs and for a heartbeat. Exarch swore all of existence froze as he recognized the devotion in her gaze. For him? Such an intense expression…for him?
It was more than he could ever hope, than he could ever dream.
And then, Japhinne knelt.
Exarch swore his heart would come crashing through his ribs as the first sensations of her fingertips on his calves toyed with his nerves and went straight to his groin. Excitement, anxiety, anticipation…worry…all bombarded his head while Japhinne climbed higher and higher, taking his robes with her and exposing him to the charged Ocular air. The door was locked, yes? His head turned in a panic just to be sure and he was given just enough time to assure himself that none would barge in before…
Gasping, Exarch shivered, feeling himself spring free from his smallclothes. He couldn’t fight the urge to look down at his new lover as she eyed him with a hunger befitting a beast. And oh, how he craved to be consumed. His desire was easily known as his arousal jumping before her at the mere presence of her breath caressing it, bringing her to giggle and sending wave after wave through him of anticipation for more.
Locking her eyes to his, Japhinne blinked innocently before her gaze transformed to be hooded and deep as if she had come under the influence of a spell. Exarch surely felt he had with his pulse soaring and his head becoming dizzy. Then, when the electricity around the pair hit its peak and he found himself holding his breath, Japhinne made first contact.
Tenderly, she brushed her lips over him, leaving a trail of faint lipstick with each pause to kiss. She scaled and descended, and her mouth opened wide to tease him first with the visual of her tongue piercing before it rolled over the head enticingly and deliberately. The sensation was fantastical and odd, at times staggering and yet just right. A prickling sensation on the back of his neck warned of just how powerful the stimulation was and Exarch hurriedly cradled her head with a means of encouraging her to slow her pace by steering her sights back to his face.
Eyes flicking upward, she ceased momentarily to read his expression, and then her own lit up brilliantly with a wide grin.
“Too much already~? I’ll help you work on that stamina of yours if you want,” she teased and pressed her lips along the side of the shaft, “Or maybe you want more than one release~? How’s your recovery time, Exarch? I can take a guess~”
Oh gods, she was too observant or perhaps just a very good guesser. Who needed recovery time when you had a reservoir of energy you remained tapped into so long as you were nearby? And the idea of abusing that resource was all too tempting especially when it wouldn’t have been the first time. Could she tell or were they travelers on the same train of thought?
Taking too long to reply as he fought with his anxious chuckling amidst trying to find his words, Japhinne arched an eyebrow and opted to put her theory to the test. Before he could protest or beg her to slow, her jaw became slack and her lips wrapped all too perfectly around him as a blast of heat grabbed every nerve with a scream. Air caught in his throat and he choked it down with a sputter, trying to comprehend the flurry of stimulation happening all at once. Her cheeks hollowed and her head bobbed, distracting from the assault her tongue and that cursed bobble of a piercing was doing in all the right places.
Clenching his teeth and fighting his arching back, Exarch grunted before the moans spilled forth, filling the room with airy hums and chants of her name. That was not enough for her. She was even offended his hand dare cover his mouth and reached up to pull it away, placing his hand on top of her head and demanding, “Let me hear you. Don’t you be shy with me Exarch. Give me all you’ve held back.”
Magnificently and without needing to register her order, his body obeyed, voice climbing like something inside was trying to burst out of him. More she encouraged him with silky words between licks and sucks and already he was but a breath away from coming undone. Twelve above she was coaxing it from him, pausing to open her mouth larger than she should as a means of beckoning his seed to spring forth to fill her waiting maul. And he nearly did several times over and fought it back not wishing for it to end just yet.
Japhinne was the one who decided that, however. And seeing the time being just right, she growled hungrily and murmured a heated, “Please, Exarch~ Be good for me,” slow and oh so perfectly that what ounce of willpower he clung to left him with a world shattering cry.
Every fiber of his existence was doused in the purest of white and Exarch felt the kiss of divinity for but a second before he came plummeting down with knees wobbly and his hands relying on her shoulders to keep him from collapsing. He thanked the wall for its presence aiding his endeavor and he took in several desperate breaths to center himself and where he was. It was no time at all to remember as a sudden flick of a tongue that was far too much for his sensitive, spent cock made him jolt and Japhinne purred with a caring, “I was getting the last little bit~”
Chest heaving, a cold, familiar chill hugged his spine and Exarch froze as the Tower’s energy rushed through him to replace what was depleted and he wiggled his hips away from her to obscure the evidence.
Far too eager she was to give chase and confirm suspicions, but Exarch quickly took the elezen’s face in his hands to grace his thumbs across her lips and clean any stray release from getting anywhere unwanted. The motion wasn’t lost on her and she showed sincere happiness at his thoughtfulness, though it quickly turned into mischief as her lips swiftly took in one thumb to give a teasing suck. Gods, she was boundless.
“Exarch,” Japhinne began, releasing the digit and leaning into his touch, “Don’t you feel better~? You could have had that from the start, you know~ Someone as lovely as you~”
What sugary words that his ears too happily attempted to wiggle for. What movement he took from them restlessly traveled through him and spawned an immense smile no obscuring could hide. Oh, how he dreamed of hearing her sweet nothings placed upon him. No caution in his heart could push back how deeply they penetrated him.
“I-I would dare not assume,” he replied and shrunk into his shoulders relishing in the remark, “And there are other matters of import you need keep your focus.”
“I consider you a matter of importance,” the elezen replied all too smoothly and Exarch’s heart sang. Then, he forced it back down, recalling the gravity of what they had done now that his head was cleared of some of its lustful fog with the rush of the Tower’s power replenishing him.
Was this truly reality? Had he made a devil’s bargain knowing the pain the full price brought? Was his willpower truly this fragile?
Despite the guilt twisting in his gut, Exarch’s thoughts scattered to the wind as her kisses speckled his thighs once more and a pitiful, primal whine passed his lips. He could feel her smile, feel her laughter, and…he could feel her hands urging his legs to part ever so slightly.
Gasping and pulling his knees inward, he looked down at her for answers while drowning in a million insecurities and worrisome what ifs. Her eyes met his with a mischievous sparkle and she bit her lip as if holding back what she truly wanted to say.
“I won’t do anything bad~” Japhinne reassured after a moment and her fingertips danced over the backs of his thighs, causing him to nearly lose balance. “Trust me. I know a trick.”
“W-What manner of ‘trick’ are you referring to?”
Opening her mouth, she inhaled sharply and then paused with a curl of her lips. And when Exarch still remained leery, she finally said, “Tell me, have you ever been massaged…here before?”
Had his tail not been bound, it would have shot straight to the ceiling. There was a presence teasing him between the legs behind his bollocks with the lightest of touches just to make him aware it was there. How in the seven hells had she managed to sneak her hand there without him realizing?
Better yet, he found himself puzzled at her question.
“ ‘Tis not something I can remember if I have…?”
“Wonderful~! So trust me then,” the elezen chimed, pressing her cheek against his leg eyeing his half erection much to his embarrassment, “That's all I’m going to do. Just a little itty bitty massage~”
Brows furrowed with some confusion he pondered what a massage there could possibly do. It wasn’t something he ever read about in his novels (to which he absolutely did not have a collection of steamy tomes, he would swear to his grave) and it was not something he ever experienced personally. Yet, Exarch could not deny his curiosity was piqued. Finally, he timidly did as he was asked, slowly spreading his legs and falling into a gleeful fluster at how pleased she looked.
“Thank you~”
Eyes fixated to his face, her smirk lost some of its gusto to concentration, which was needed to set her hand in position with knuckles firmly pressing into his taint. Exarch swallowed, the nervousness and awkwardness speeding up his heart and stealing away some of the mood. Still, his faith was placed in her and he would see this through for…research sake.
And then, her hand began to move. Like rolling waves, her knuckles rocked to and fro applying a tide of pressure that came and went with predictable rhythm. With it came a squeeze deep in his core familiar by any other means that left his jaw slack in astonishment. It felt like…it was as if…it couldn’t possibly be? Consciously, he took inventory of his body to ensure nothing else was possibly being stimulated, even attempting to coyly smooth his hands over his backside, blinking when he confirmed Japhinne had not penetrated him.
Privy to his investigation, Japhinne giggled airily and said, “I promised just a massage~ I’m doing nothing else. No spells, no tricks. Just playing your body like the instrument it is~”
Awestruck, Exarch froze in place, letting the welcome sensation tighten and coil around him, still drowning in disbelief. The intensity, the potency, was something beyond comprehension yet it was there, demanding his back to arch and forcing him to stumble forward. Japhinne didn’t wince as his hands grabbed her shoulders for support, instead her eyes became dewy and hooded as if bewitched. By what, he assumed her own growing lust and need for release. That was until the pace of her hand quickened and his body was compelled to plea for more with a staggered voice and ragged breath.
Japhinne’s eyebrows knitted together paired with a delighted grin as if she heard the most blissful thing in the world. And the way her tongue licked at her lips between her own growing panting beckoned culpable droplets down his shaft —his body ready and willing to give her exactly what she was wanting again and again so long as she wished. Nails digging into her shoulders in warning, Exarch gasped, “I…! ‘Tis… unbearable! I cannot…!”
“Yes, I know…” Japhinne murmured in a pitying manner and straightened her back, bearing her chest in front of him while her free hand supported his hip with a firm unyielding grasp. “Don’t hold it back from me…easy…easy…let it come. I have you, mon amour~”
Rapture—twice fold.
Exarch was only aware of the first tremors of the orgasm driving his body to thrash before the release wiped his existence leaving only his hoarse cry. Pure relief cradled him in the wings of the divine and it was all his remaining strength to keep from falling into them for another long rest. That and Japhinne’s swift movement to her feet to support him also aided while the Tower took its merry time this instance replenishing him. Perhaps it was aware and didn’t take kindly to being so used? Exarch didn’t mind. He needed the mental reprieve after so much activity.
Kindly and meticulously, Japhinne fished his smalls back up his thighs to messily rest over his manhood once again and smoothed his robes down. It was a comforting gesture, showing she recognized the importance of his need to remain presentable should any impromptu guests arrive. Such importance was not something she demanded of her self, however, as she left her blouse proudly unbuttoned with the evidence of the second deed glistening on her skin. Smiling so brightly, one would have thought she won an award.
How typical of her and charming…cute, even…
Exarch gawked at the quantity, unable to decide if he was embarrassed in himself or impressed Japhinne had coaxed so much from him with relative ease not once but twice. How much more could she bring him to spill if she so wished? How enthusiastic would his body respond to those demands, giving until not a drop could remain? Shivering, Exarch eyed the elezen guiltily and recalled it hadn’t been too long ago he spilled his seed into his hand. Whatever was to blame for his body’s eagerness, Japhinne was all too enthused.
And yet, Exarch was unsatisfied.
Trembling with nerve just strong enough to push him to take the step, Exarch leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. Tenderly and carefully, he rolled his tongue over her flesh, drinking in her and the drips of himself with a deeper hunger. How unfair it was that he should be the only recipient of such bliss and how desperately he craved to amend such a wrong. Exarch wasn’t just righting the error of his aroused gluttony in this room, it was repaying her for all he fantasized centuries ago that he dared not acted upon. No more would he be plagued with the grief of what ifs and longing curiosity. No more would he bear the weight of denying her. He would fulfill desire this moment and not a second later.
Crashing to his knees with heated kisses trailing down her body, Exarch ripped away her shorts and smalls with less poise and patience than she had shown him. The only moment of pause he took was not because of her gasps of surprise, but to appreciate the beauty of her curves and folds decorated with lovely red curls. Dawning respect, he gingerly pressed his lips to her thighs as she had for him, begging for entry that he may properly thank her for all she was. And with quivering legs, she stumbled sideways to find the wall and beckoned him by discarding the clothes hanging off her legs with a shimmy and kick.
Her excitement was palpable and he was ready to taste it.
Hands grasped her hips and bottom for balance and pleasure as he found his face fitting perfectly between her legs as if by design. A sense of belonging overwhelmed him and his lips locked to her, demanding succor only she could provide with his tongue parting her gently. Immediately, he was rewarded with sustenance hot and sweet that no fruit nor drink could compare. Japhinne. This was Japhinne. Japhinne de Glegont that he refused himself all that time ago. And he was so parched after such a long wait.
No ilm would be unexplored as he lapped between every mound and fold tirelessly to let not one drop of her go to waste. She was a generous host and he a grateful guest quenching his thirst. Over and over he delved into her, relishing her decadency and wishing to draw from her the same cries of ecstasy that he had spilled for her. And he was no fool as how to best do so.
Parting from her, he caught his breath and moved his hand to smooth back her lovely curls and grant himself access to the prize he sought. However, to his surprise there was a little more than he anticipated. Blinking, he turned her hips slightly to get a better look in the light and she laughed upon realization of his confusion.
“It’s a piercing. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt~ Just an extra toy to play with,” Japhinne assured and reached down with an aiding hand to showcase the glittering silver decorating her clitoral hood. It was visually pleasing, he had to confess, aligned perfectly with it’s sister piercing at her navel, and he pondered how much it hurt to have done. My, what little details the history books left out that he had the privilege of discovering. What other little secrets did she have for him to find? The mere thought alone sent bolts up his spine. For now, however, he had to investigate this newest finding.
Timidly, he traced the tip of his tongue along the metal, pressing in and wriggling it about with teasing flicks. Playing with it alone earned light, airy gasps and slight tense of her thighs, speaking directly to him of what she truly wanted. Oh, how he could torment her by prolonging the inevitable and leave her begging. If his own impatience wasn’t leading, he might have considered it, but Exarch was on a quest and wicked white, he would finish it if it were the last thing he did. And this little addition could be of great use.
Indulging in this time of experimentation and need for success, Exarch went to work. The weight and shape of the piercing danced well with his long licks taking both the piercing and her clit in one grand stroke. Of course, one couldn’t stop at just one as addicting as the sensation was on his tongue and he likened it to swirling candy in one’s mouth. Higher he rose on his knees, ensuring he could follow her swaying hips with consistent pressure and loving friction, and as her voice began to climb, so did his insistence.
Exarch’s hands supported firmly to her bottom and the back of her thigh, earning a tickled squirm that he smiled against her and silently apologized for. Yet, he did not let it distract his concentration and neither did she as she murmured his title on heated moans.
“Exarch…gods, Exarch…th-there…!” she gasped, arching into the wall.
He obeyed, solidifying his rhythm and drawing fantastical shapes with the tip of his tongue over and over for her. And when the opportunity seemed most ripe and her hand rested possessively on his head, he pursed his lips around her and hungrily attempted to consume her. Japhinne let out a choked cry and hunched forward as his sucks took on a tempo of their own, and her native Ishgardian tongue spilled out in urgent gibberish.
And just like a key slotting itself perfectly in a lock, something inside Exarch clicked and became undone. All semblance of the world around them ceased to be and he cared not if anyone beyond the sanctity of this room overheard. He willed it that all may know the truth of his hunger, his wanting, his need to be her lover —her only— all must be unleashed if he were to be freed. So many years all come to this desperate ravishing.
The poor elezen struggled to keep on her feet and he supported her shaking legs with his shoulders and arms. He would not let her flee to edge despite his knowing of her enjoyment doing so. Not because of tiredness or a lack of desire to play such a game, but because he could wait no longer for the experience. More would come where he would draw it from her slowly and methodically, Exarch planned for it, but it was only fair to return her intensity and seize her release for his own bliss.
Breathing rapid, body quivering, and one hand in her own hair as her other grasping tight to his cowl, Japhinne gave him a warning moan. The gates of the divine were waiting and he would deliver her, be it gently or with a desperate push. Tightening his grip on her and tracing into her every ounce of love he could muster, Exarch molded himself to her as she reached the heavens, her body rocking and moving against her will and he drinking every drop trickling down her thighs. And when it was over, and her soul return, he carefully took her limp body and eased her onto the floor with him to let her catch her breath.
Japhinne seemed frazzled and dazed with cheeks, ears, neck, and chest heavily flushed and Exarch found himself embarrassed at the sense of pride he had seeing her in such a state. And with her hair a mess, it was only natural for him to gingerly comb it through to make it a tad more presentable. In doing so, he grounded her and her eyes snapped to him before she melted into a kind smile, causing him to blush and avert his gaze. This was far too domestic too fast, he worried, and he hoped he hadn’t overstepped. Then, remembering what they had just done, he rolled his eyes at his ridiculousness.
“Oh, you’re good ~” Japhinne praised and Exarch fought the urge to cast a vanish spell and slip away from her.
“Y-You are being too kind,” he replied and shied away from her hand reaching to touch his cheek, so instead she settled to rub his arm. So strange it was having such casual touch as if they had done this before. Selfishly, he hoped they had in her mind as much as in his.
“No, I had a fucking good time. And hopefully,” she said with her voice becoming more flirtatious as her fingers tip-toed up towards his shoulder between each syllable, “More…to…come~?”
Oh, how the suggestion made him flourish and he could not resist the smile despite the embarrassment and worry beating him at the surface. Wicked white, yes, more. Please , more. And not just mouths and hands but with limbs tangled and bodies lost together. He wanted nothing more. Why wait? Why not—
Before he could respond, however, echoes of footsteps beyond the Ocular’s main door made themselves known and the pair rushed to their feet. Exarch worked on her shirt buttons as she got her trousers back in order and then checked that all her piercings were present and accounted for. The humor of it all, them teaming up so easily, made his heart flutter. Almost like it was meant to be.
The visitor nearly there, Japhinne knelt so they were eye to eye and whispered, “Tonight at my apartment, or any time I’m here really. I mean it, Exarch. I’ll be waiting for you.”
And gazing into her eyes, full of victory, hope, and…if he were so foolish…proper affection, Exarch knew in his heart the point of no return was far behind them. With that knowledge and the hardships lying ahead, he knew he should be more fearful, more regretful, more ashamed. Yet, a gratefulness bloomed within that he could not deny and it left him floating. Gone was the sharpest edge of what could be and he wasn’t sure how much farther he would go before he could stop himself. Perhaps until the blade was dull and no longer hurt.
“We shall see,” he reasoned, nodding towards the door and implying the importance of his duties, but with his soul crying to scream yes. And Japhinne accepted the answer with a daring and thankful kiss that he too happily returned.
She left with a calm that didn’t betray what had just occurred and to further cover their tracks, Exarch murmured a faithful spell to cleanse the air and leave the guard that entered none the wiser. Yes, they passed Japhinne and greeted her with a casual, “Good day, Warrior of Darkness!” to which she replied, “Please, just Japhinne~ Excuse me!” and was on her way, poised and typical.
She was honey.
So sticky and hard to get off of oneself or resist the temptation to consume. Golden saccharine and pleasurable on the tongue in name and taste. The one thing to satisfy the ever-present craving decades old. Twelve, did Exarch love honey.
And upon nightfall, he found his feet carrying himself to the Pendants against all better judgment with the opportunities once lost to him within reach once more, brilliantly sweet and addicting.