okay so basically i was in the mood to write vindictus smut so here ya go

Now, the mage never thought of herself and her boyfriend as very promiscuous types, but right now, lying in bed with a very handsome young man in between her legs, she thought otherwise as a moan slipped past her lips. Just hours ago, when the nine of them were deep underground the Hoarfrost Depths because Hurk thought it would be a good idea to hunt down an Irukul during mating season.

Needless to say, Lynn spent most of the battle perched on top of the cliff, trying to stun the giant beast with giant stone blocks. (She missed.) Meanwhile, the other eight were dashing about, shouting curses at the tall berserker as they tried to predict the hormonal Irukul's movements. Even Arisha, who was normally soft-spoken and patient, was on her breaking point, and Karok's eyes widened as her focus turned from a gentle, pulsing blue to a rapidly burning red.

The battle reached its peak when the battered Irukul suddenly turned its tusks upon the dual-wielding swordsman, who had been busy hacking away at its cheek prior. Its ivory tusks hit him square in the side, conveniently knocking him into Hurk, who had been charging straight at the beast. With the two warriors suddenly disoriented and out of the running, the giant beast set its bloody tusks for the two and was just about to make mincemeat out of them when Evie darted in between them and casted her anti-gravity spell, lifting the tired beast sky-high and slamming it onto the icy floor with a satisfying crack.

Luckily, that final smash did in the giant beast, and the mage couldn't be more relieved that the dual-wielding swordsman was unscathed for the most part (and that Hurk was still alive for her to chew him out later on).

Much needed rest pushed aside, even though everyone had quickly retired to their quarters at the inn when they arrived back in Colhen, Lann couldn't keep his hands and lips off of the mage, gratefully kissing her in a locked embrace when they reached the door to her own room. Both parties were by no means strangers to sex, but they were uninitiated for the most part when it came to spontaneous raunchfests.

Before either of them could stop themselves, the kissing became sloppier, and his touches became bolder, and suddenly his tunic was on the floor next to her dress and the swordsman was shallowly thrusting between her pale legs, eliciting light gasps from her lips.

The mage whimpered lightly as the swordsman moved against her, one hand shamelessly dragging manicured fingernails across his back while another tangled itself in his short, brown locks. Evie held his head against his, foreheads pressed and breaths mingling in the tiny space between their lips. Lann grunted and bit his lip, before pressing a chaste kiss on the mage's mouth.

Suddenly, her eyes shot open and she fell still, pupils darting about the dark room.

"…L-Lann, did you hear that?"

"Hm…?" The swordsman cracked open an eye and looked at her.

The mage pushed him off gently and sat up. "I-I think I heard something downstairs. Can you check it out please?"

Lann stared at her for a second before letting out a dry chuckle. "We're, um, kinda in the middle of something, honey…I-I'm sure it's nothing."

The mage pouted and clutched his shoulder. "I'm really scared, Lann…"

The swordsman blinked and stared at the sheets for a moment, before letting out a pained sigh. He could feel himself grow softer by the second. "…Alright. I'll be right back, okay?" Lann glumly kissed her on the forehead and slipped out of bed, pulling on his trousers and trudging out of the room diligently.

The sword he had carried downstairs in anticipation of an intruder or a pest fell to the wooden floorboards with a clatter. He came face-to-face with a crouching Hurk, a piece of bread sticking out of his mouth and a hunk of cheese in his hands, and what remained of one of Ernmass's ceramic platters.

The brunette simply gulped and took a deep breath, struggling to control his temper and urging himself to simply pick up his sword, turn around, and march back up the stairs to his girlfriend.

"…I-I can explain-"

"Good night, Hurk."

Evie was hidden behind her blanket when Lann marched back inside the dark bedroom, his stiff and stressed posture making the muscles of his neck bulge out even more than usual.

"A-Are you okay? Is everything alright-"

"Don't worry about it, Evie. It's…it's nothing."

The swordsman sighed deeply and climbed back into the bed. The mage frowned upon seeing the complacent look on her lover's face and cupped his cheeks gently before placing a full kiss on his lips. Lann's eyes widened slightly before fluttering closed, and his arms went to wrap around her smaller frame.

After a moment, the mage pulled away and pressed her forehead against his, letting her hand caress his cheek gently. "I'm sorry we had to stop in the middle of…that."

Lann shook his head slowly, his brown locks swaying loosely. "…It's fine. Let's get some sleep now; I think we're all tired," he murmured, flashing a gentle up-turn of the lips.

Evie smiled at him and pulled him down under the sheets, embracing him tightly and pressing his face flush against her bare chest. "…Sleep tight," she whispered, giggling slightly.

The swordsman's face burned and he inhaled deeply, taking in her scent of tulips and lavender.

"…Good night, Evie."

also happy birthday kelly, who i dedicate this chapter to

you go girl