Author's Note: Hey all! Once again, this is HermiaSD, playing Ahiru in this story again. This is our second chapter, and we're glad that the first was well-received! We hope you enjoy this next one~!
Author's Note 2: Annnnd Manda-chan, here, playing the role of Fakir yet again! This chapter is actually based from an RP universe, so I apologize for the world confusion - and this is definitely not the first time for this Ahiru and Fakir. If you want, just think of it as any random library, though XD And thanks a lot for the feedback on the first chapter I hope you'll like this one, as well! We have much more in store!
WARNING: This chapter (and quite a few others to come) has NC-17 content. Yes. Sexyteimz. Smut. If that bothers you, please skip over this!
Spending time at the library was nothing new to Fakir. Even on the island of Atia.
The ex-knight commonly went there to find any information on the island he could (which was always a search that was in vain), or just to pick up new reading material. After all, reading one was of his favorite distractions. He enjoyed chess, of course, but it seemed nothing would ever top a good book, in his opinion.
...However, he really wasn't here today just to look for some interesting books. He was here to gather information on something a bit more... Well, he was looking for something he definitely wasn't planning to take back to the studio with him. Just the chance that Ahiru might unwittingly stumble across it was mortifying to consider. So he decided that he would have to look over the material while he was here.
The library was large, but quiet, thankfully, so Fakir didn't have worry about random strangers approaching him. And the general structure of the interior made it easy to find niches where he could read out of plain sight - and the bookshelves towered high for extra privacy. Thus, with just a hint of color to his cheeks, he pulled two books from the 'adult' section and hastily made his way out of the aisle and back to the small area behind the furthest bookcase where he had left his satchel and writing materials. And without further ado, he sat down and dropped both books on the desk in front of him, right beside a small stack of paper and his pen.
Fakir flipped the top book open and skimmed the contents, feeling a bit of heat raise to his cheeks. It was odd that he even gave a damn about learning to write these types of scenes 'properly', but he had never quite gotten over the embarrassment of what had happened with the magazine he had signed up to work for. And since then, he swore he was going to learn to write it - and well, if just to prove that bastard wrong. Even if he was long since gone from the island.
And with that thought in mind, he continued skimming through the first text, only stopping to read through the parts that contained what he was looking for. Despite the fact that the story and its characters had absolutely nothing to do with himself or anyone he knew on the island, he couldn't help but...
No, dammit. This was stupid. He was just gathering information. Nothing more, nothing less.
Inwardly shaking his head, he tried to silently fight down the flush in his face as he resumed reading.
Ahiru had begun to make frequent visits to the Atian library as of late.
She had heard about so many wonderful things to research from several people on the island. People told her about how they loved to study and learn about all different sorts of things like the history of Christmas, and Ahiru wanted to do so as well. Even if she could barely sit still and pay attention to a book that wasn't even a story, she wanted to try at least.
Ahiru had all ready taken Courage, her black Labrador canine companion, on his daily walk, and trusted the puppy-well, he was quickly growing into a dog by now-to behave in the dance studio and stay out of Fakir's room. Fakir wasn't home when she left, but she wrote up a note for him anyway, just in case he came back and worried about where she was.
Maybe he'd appreciate that she was making an effort to learn and read about new things.
So, she stepped into the library, adjusting the small bag that hung over her shoulder and by her hip, and began making her way to the furthest bookcase where she left off since her last venture through the shelves.
It hadn't even crossed Fakir's mind that Ahiru would ever come to the library of her own accord, since she didn't seem to have any real interest in (or the attention span for) most books from what he could tell, so he was oblivious to her arrival completely.
And the current scene in the book he was reading was obviously just what he had been looking for - and so detailed and graphic to the point that it was difficult not to picture it. And even more difficult not to imagine the two lead characters as...
He felt ashamed of himself for even thinking it. This was just meant to be part of a random goal he had set for himself to prove he could write this sort of thing. Not to sit here and read the information material to fantasize about things that were highly inappropriate.
However, in all honesty, it was hard not to. This piece of erotica was certainly a lot better than any of the tiny pieces of junk he had tried to write, before. And while he knew he should be taking notes on things to help with his own writing, he was becoming too involved in the scene to pull back and do what he came here to do.
...Fakir never thought that having sex outside in the rain could sound this appealing with mere words.
Ahiru passed that final bookshelf, and her eyes immediately landed on the dark-haired young man sitting by the desk.
So this is where he went. She wasn't very surprised; Fakir loved to read and write, so he was probably here with a story or looking over more information about something or another. Ahiru wasn't really sure. But if he had his writing materials with him, then he might've been doing something important. Especially considering that focused look on his face on whatever he was currently reading.
Either way, she was happy to see him. When she spoke, her voice was hushed. The library was large and there weren't a lot of people, but it was still a library. That Autor person back home told her to be quiet enough for it to become a habit to be as quiet as possible in a place like this.
"Hi, Fakir!"
Since the silence of the area had been nearly absolute up to that point, Fakir's head jerked up in surprise upon hearing her voice. A jolt with so much force that he had to struggle to regain his balance before the chair - and him - went tumbling to the floor.
Blushing furiously, the writer swiftly snapped the book shut, flopped it down on the other one, and took his stack of papers and placed them on top of both - all in a matter of a few short seconds. With the books safely out of view, he finally looked up again, facing the redhead with forced nonchalance on his features. But damn it all, he could still feel a lot of heat flooding his cheeks.
Why on earth did she have to show up here? And just happen to manage to stumble across him in the furthest reaches of the damn book facility? Something was seriously out to get him. Fakir was sure of it.
"W-What are you doing here, moron?" he questioned stiffly and quietly.
O...kay...?
That wasn't quite the greeting she expected. Maybe a slightly surprised, but simple acknowledgement, or perhaps a "Leave me alone; I'm busy," or, if he was in a really good mood, a relatively nice "Hey, Ahiru," coupled with a not-smile.
So she was understandably confused by his reaction, and Ahiru raised an eyebrow, blinking at him.
"...I'm...here to read."
Which really should have been obvious. What else do people do at libraries? She eyed the books he obviously hid from her with slight suspicion. "Um...what are you doing?"
He raised an inquiring eyebrow at her. When and why had she taken such an interest in reading books?
Well, she had been very adamant about reading his story, but Fakir never really considered that it extended to reading a lot of other books. It was difficult to think that she could actually sit through reading something decently long without being distracted. Maybe he wasn't giving her enough credit, but that's certainly the impression that he got.
"...When did you take such an interest in reading?"
And that was an honest question - and a good distraction from what he was 'gathering information' on. He was surprised by her appearance at the library, but also more than a bit curious. After all, she was actively searching for books. Not just picking random ones off of his shelf.
Ahiru pouted, feeling a bit put-out by his question. What, did he think she was dumb or something? "People told me a lot about things I could learn if I tried studying or reading. Is it really so surprising?"
But her eyes landed right back on the books on the desk before him. He didn't answer her question, and she couldn't help but notice that. So she walked over, pushing back the papers on top of the books as casually as possible, trying to look as if she was merely curious instead of suspicious.
She might've been a lot more dim than some people, but she was learning to catch on to certain things, especially when it regarded Fakir and his behavior. Ahiru did live with him, after all. And she liked to believe she knew him well enough. Or at least more than most people would.
He had been about to answer her question, but instead gaped when she reached for the hidden books, pushing the papers out of the way. And as if by instinct, he fumbled to move the papers back into place as quickly as possible, and collapsed his arms down on top of the whole, shielding it from her. It made a bit more noise than he wanted, but at least... she probably didn't have the chance to see anything.
For a moment after a fumble, there was nothing but a tense silence. Then he cleared his throat and attempted to return to the former topic as casually as he could manage.
"...Of course it's surprising, moron. Your attention span is very short. And you never struck me as the bookish type." He paused, releasing a sigh. "It's not a bad thing, but you don't have to act offended just because I was a little startled to see you here, of all places."
For that period of silence, Ahiru just stared at him blankly. So he was hiding something from her. Well, this certainly wouldn't have been the first time. But he was so obvious, even she could tell that something was going on.
"...I just wanted to try something new...and learn a few more things I guess..."
After another moment, she sighed. "So, what're those books about?"
"Nevermind that. It's nothing important," he replied almost instantly, looking away from her and pulling the books down from the desk completely, situating them in his lap with the papers still covering over them.
Clearing his throat softly, he finally looked back up at her. And hoped he wasn't still goddamn blushing. "What are you looking for all the way back here, anyway?"
"...Because I left off here last time..."
She stared at him for a long moment, before circling the desk to stand right beside him, crossing her arms. Honestly, after all they'd been through, what could he possibly be hiding from her?
...Then again, maybe she deserved it for not telling him about finding his rather…mature stories on the top shelf...and then keeping them…reading them…
"And if it's not important, how come you're acting like it's a big secret or something?"
"Left off for what, exactly?"
He didn't try to turn to face her when she came alongside him, but he could easily tell that she was suspicious about his behavior regarding the books. Even Ahiru could see past something that obvious. But had he not been quick, the embarrassment factor would have skyrocketed, without question. And he sure as hell did not want to explain what he was doing with those books.
"And don't worry about it, idiot. I said it's not important and that's all you need to know."
Please let her leave it at that, he thought with an inward grimace.
"Left off where I was browsing."
Without another word, she huffed, immediately reaching down to his lap to grab at the books. If there was one thing she couldn't understand about Fakir, it was his habit of keeping things from her.
After everything they've been through, back home and here on the island, wouldn't he be able to share anything with her?
As soon as he saw her hands snake into view, he pushed them away roughly and gave her a glare, placing his hands firmly on either side of the books and papers to hold them in place.
"No! Keep your hands to yourself, dammit!"
The words released with a much louder voice than he would have liked, but Fakir could care less. He couldn't think of any nicer way to put it and he was a bit on edge now.
Either way, she already knew he had something he didn't want her to see. And he definitely wasn't intending to leave an opening to let her get at it.
When Fakir shoved her hands away, they fisted at her sides, and she stomped on the ground, uncaring that the clapping sound of her white flats on the floor echoed within the large library.
"Why do you have to keep hiding things from me?" The volume of her voice just about matches his. "Is it really so terrible for me to see what you've been up to!"
Ahiru lurched forward again, trying to snag the books once more and yank them in her direction.
He pulled the books out of her reach just in time, but one blank white page slipped through his grip and fluttered to the floor. He paid it no mind. One page loss wasn't enough to display what he needed to keep out of sight.
"I said no," he hissed out in attempt to be a little quieter - though it didn't help much, due to his rising temper. "It's none of your business!"
He scowled unpleasantly and pointed one finger over to the waiting shelves on the other side. "If you have something you're looking for, go look for it. I won't return the favor by hovering over your shoulder and demand to know what you're reading."
"Well, I wouldn't be demanding to know what you're reading if you hadn't acted like it's some big scary secret that I can't 'handle' or something! Why can't you just show me-WAAAH!"
Ahiru stomped forward toward him, attempting to grab for the books again, but she slipped on the stray white page on the hard floors, flapping her arms frantically before falling forward with a yelp that was far too inappropriate for a library.
"...Idiot," he mumbled on something like a sigh as she slipped and fell.
It was difficult to stay angry when she had an accident like that. He couldn't help but almost want to slam a palm to his face in exasperation. Just like that, a significant amount of the tension building up in him dispersed.
But he was still annoyed enough not to offer her a helping hand back up, and instead used that moment to get to his feet - which would give him a lot more added height if she tried to reach for the books again.
"Then it should be obvious, moron, that it's something I don't want to show you. Assume whatever you want, but that's not going to change anything."
However, what Fakir failed to notice... was that standing up had been a big mistake. Even his jeans couldn't fully hide the arousal he had gotten from that brief fantasy he had paralleling the erotic rain scene in the book he had begun reading through. And he seemed a bit too caught up in the shock of the redhead's arrival to have even registered that his pants had gotten a little tight.
Ahiru lifted herself from her embarrassing faceplant to the ground, scowling up at the now-standing dark-haired writer before her, opening her mouth to go on about how much of a jerk he was and how it wasn't fair to just keep things from her.
But she froze, eyes widening. From her position, it was rather obvious that he was...
Heat flooded her face mercilessly. He was...again? And suddenly, the whole situation seemed too familiar. Here she was, on her knees, and there he was, with...!
And the worst thing was that she suddenly felt that strange warmth pooling around her center with the mere memory of that time in the kitchen. Ahiru was so preoccupied by this, she didn't realize she was staring at the front of his pants. Rather intently.
It actually took a long moment for him to realize that she hadn't replied. And Fakir thought, almost hopefully, that she was giving up on the subject, since he was obviously showing no signs of budging.
But when the silence prolonged, he wondered why she wasn't getting up finally glanced down at her again, thinking she might have actually hurt herself.
...Only to see her staring at him with a completely red face. Or more precisely, her eyes seemed to be glued to the front of his jeans.
And then, as if it had to ironically be that moment - he could feel it. He didn't even have to look down to check at what she was staring at. And he felt his face inflame in a mere second, burning all the way to his ears.
Fakir immediately moved one hand to cover his front - not that it would help now that she'd already obviously seen the evidence of his erection - and cursed under his breath.
He knew he shouldn't have gotten so immersed into that damn book. Especially that blasted scene. Damn it all. And then her unexpected arrival at the library, much less back to where he was hiding in the back reading indecent material, had been enough of a shock that he hadn't even felt himself react.
And now, even though his mouth opened to say something, he couldn't think of a single thing to say.
Ahiru continued to gawk at the bulge in his dark jeans, until his hand obscured her view. If possible, her face grew even hotter, and she turned away quickly. He must've caught her staring...!
She didn't know what to say either. When did that happen? Could she help him at all this time? Was it bad that the warmth in the pit of her stomach was growing rapidly the more she thought about the time when he was like this before?
Her legs squeezed closer together in their position resting on the floor, her fidgeting hands bunching up the gray fabric of her dress. "Um..."
Fakir felt his middle regions pulse when she shifted and fidgeted on the floor. And he squeezed his eyes shut as if to get her out of his mind. But for the briefest, tiniest of moments, Fakir had the urge to haul her up, shove her against the bookcase, and do her right there in the library.
...Clearly, he was insane. And clearly, he needed to get the hell out of there.
His eyes snapped back open at that thought, and he struggled to swallow before tentatively attempting to speak.
"...I should go."
He didn't specify to where, even though he had a definite destination in mind. Instead, he quickly put the books and papers down on the table, reached for his satchel, and started messily piling everything into it.
If he walked out with the bag situated in front of him, he could probably at least make it to the nearest bathroom without anyone noticing his... problem. And without any further issues.
Ahiru's fingers tightened around the cloth.
She often reminded herself in the past that it was all right to feel this way, and that Fakir would understand anything when it came to what she wanted and needed. After everything that had happened so far, wanting to do this with him shouldn't be that much of a surprise.
But...here?
She caught herself thinking about how almost no one was around. About how they were in a rather isolated section of the library. About how if they could be quiet...then...
The duck-girl couldn't believe herself... It was one thing to do it in Fakir's room. Or anywhere in the dance studio, for that matter. It was a completely different thing altogether to want to do this...here.
When Fakir finally spoke, she gulped, watching as he began to pack up. Part of her wanted to stand and try to grab for the books again, but she couldn't bring herself to control her legs enough.
And before she could stop herself, the words tumbled right out of her mouth.
"D-Doyouhaveto?"
An instant later, she clamped a hand over her mouth. Why did she have to always talk before thinking!
He paused at her words, fingers tense in their clasp on the strap of the bag.
She couldn't really possibly expect him to stick around in a public library with his crotch jutting out. Even if this was a sex-based island, there's no way in hell he wanted anyone to catch him like this. It was bad enough already that his own carelessness has resulted in her seeing it.
But he supposed he could offer her at least one little truth before he high-tailed it out of there. Then maybe she wouldn't bug him about it later if she got the opportunity. Taking a deep breath, he side-glanced at her for just a second before he focused on his bag again.
"Look... I was reading something inappropriate. That's not something I would jump to tell you about, much less want to talk about. And I didn't want to deal with the embarrassment."
...Though he was clearly having to deal with plenty of it, anyway. So maybe now it didn't even matter if she thought him a pervert or whatever. She already caught him in the bloody library with erection, after all.
But like hell if he was going to tell her the entire reason of why that had happened in the first place. She didn't need to know that he was actively fantasizing about having sex with her. And it was a lot different than being due to the collars...
His own attraction to her was almost starting to scare him. Especially when he could consider things like doing her in a public library in broad daylight. Which stemmed from the damn book. And the damn rain scene with the man and woman going at it against a tree.
This wasn't right.
Still remaining on her knees, she released a breath at his words.
Inappropriate. Like those...stories that she had heard of from people over the network? And the ones that she found on Fakir's top shelf without him knowing?
...It really shouldn't have been a surprise to her, now that she was really thinking about it. If Fakir wrote that kind of thing, then he had to have read it, too, right? She wanted to reassure him and tell him that it was okay to read that kind of thing if she did as well. And she also wanted to say how it was okay to tell her he liked that kind of thing, because she was just the same.
But that would be hypocritical of her, wouldn't it? To tell him that it was okay to be open with her about these things while she hid his own stories under her bed. And she was worse, because she literally took Fakir's private stories and even went as far as using the idea for that one time in the kitchen...
So how would she be able to let him know that she was okay with it without telling him about the stories she found and making him angry?
With a shuddering breath, she lifted herself off the floor with more effort than she expected, and took a couple steps closer to him on jelly-like legs. "C-Could I...Could I see?"
He snapped the buckle on the bag shut. "No."
It was simple, but firm. He supposed maybe he was foolish to think he could mention the damn books without her wanting to dig into it even more. And he silently berated himself for that lapse in judgment. She never seemed to be satisfied unless she got the whole story.
And he really didn't want to give it.
"I need to go," he echoed almost the same thing from before. But it was true, nonetheless. Just hearing her voice was making his stiffened length throb with want from within its restraints.
He needed to get to the damn bathroom as soon as possible.
Another deep breath. And this time, she reached forward, placing a shaking hand to his arm.
It was embarrassing, and he obviously wanted it, and he was hiding something from her, and he was pushing her away again... All this was happening all at the same time and she wanted-!
"N-No, you don't-!"
She tried to calm her racing heart, and attempted to organize her jumbled thoughts and feelings. But in the end, despite everything, she knew what she wanted. And Fakir wanted it, too. So, her gaze hardened, and she tugged at his sleeve.
"Sh-show me..."
Ahiru didn't know whether she meant the actual book or the actual act itself... She was just too confused...and she didn't know what was happening to her, and why she was thinking this way and...!
Fakir felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end when she took his arm in her grip. Why was she trying to do this! She had to have at least noticed that they weren't in the privacy of their own kitchen this time. Even if she wanted to 'help' him again, this was not the place or the time!
"N-Not here," he stammered quietly. "We can't."
She was probably referring to the book, but he couldn't even care about the stupid book at this point. His mind was being filled with all kinds of terrible urges that only concerned himself and Ahiru. And not one of them was safe for a library setting.
But he was quickly losing the will to fight it. And his mind really wasn't helping by offering coaxes of how they could do it here. How far back in the library they were in an area that was pretty well hidden. How they could be quiet. How the risk of being caught made it a little more exciting. How strangely appealing it was to think of taking her against a bookshelf...
"Ahiru..." he breathed lightly, closing his eyes.
The ex-knight and writer could feel his resolve crumbling. The bathroom was far away. She was right here. And chances were, she would probably be willing...
And then he caved, not evening turning around, but swiftly snatching the hand on his sleeve and proceeding to drag the redhead further back into the corner, where one bookcase rather nicely shielded another from view almost entirely.
Ahiru couldn't place why she felt so utterly disappointed at his initial refusal. Was he even referring to the book or the actual act itself? What were they even talking about?
She opened her mouth to say something-anything-when he spoke her name, but before she knew it, she was being dragged a little ways away, and her heart leaped in her chest in anticipation. Were they going to...?
But she said nothing, allowing herself to be pulled forward, stumbling after him and clutching his hand tightly.
Bits of doubt and shame slipped their way into his conscience, but the ex-knight roughly shoved it all away. If she didn't want it, she wouldn't ask him not to leave when it was clear that he was very aroused, right?
Although it wasn't at all her fault that he had gotten this way in the first place, as that was entirely his own doing. He had known precisely what he was getting into when he picked up those books and decided to do some research here. And he was the one who had imagined Ahiru into that setting - which was subsequently what must have caused him to get turned on while reading it.
And now. Well... she was here, unexpectedly, noticed his arousal before he did, and he could feel himself burning just from the simple touch of their clasped hands. It was madness. And the want - the burning, aching desire coursing through his veins - was unstoppable. Now that he had given it room to burst into flame, the fire had spread and consumed him, leaving no way to escape.
No sooner had they reached that safe little niche before Fakir turned around and grabbed her by the shoulders, immediately proceeding to push her right up to the bookcase and crushing his lips against hers with no measure of restraint whatsoever.
Strangely enough, the first thing she did after she felt herself shoved up against the bookcase and before Fakir all but attacked her lips with his own was release a small giggle.
She didn't know why. The situation wasn't funny at all. Or maybe it was. She wasn't sure. But she knew that she wasn't laughing at the situation. Maybe she was just excited. But was it right to be so giddy about something like this?They were about to...have sex in a library.
The thoughts were quickly extinguished and she wasted no time in throwing her arms around his neck to draw him closer, the warmth around her lower regions intensifying with that single gesture alone. Eager to move forward, Ahiru's lips parted, allowing him easy access to her mouth.
Kissing. Easily one of her favorite aspects of being intimate. Especially because Fakir was just so good at it.
No matter how little control he retained once they started, it always began this way - with some sort of kiss. Fakir originally used to use it to ease into things when they were still new to loosening their collars together. He always thought it helped stimulate and spark things into action, but not in an overbearing way.
By now, however, it had become something of an instinct, almost. He always wanted to taste her lips first. He always wanted to begin by exploring the sweetness of her mouth.
But this time, he wasn't taking nearly as much care as he normally would. His mouth was obviously hungry for her as it moved over her own, and the moment she opened the barrier of her lips, his tongue slipped right inside and probed the warm, wet inside of her mouth with relish. And amidst that hot connection, he only vaguely registered her arms around his neck - but it was enough to show him that he had been correct - she was plenty open to doing this here and now and wasn't making a single protest or even a questioning noise.
So he pressed forward and raised one hand to dig into her hair, gripping into the fiery red locks. And his other hand snaked around behind her waist to rest on the small of her back, pressing the fabric of her dress into her skin. The barred, hardened shaft in his pants gave a dull throb as if to not let itself be ignored - and Fakir dimly accepted that foreplay this time might be a bit short-lived.
He wanted so badly to be inside of her already.
Her first instinctive reaction was to moan. And it was very, very difficult not to.
After all, what more could she do when her body was pressed so flushly against Fakir's, back pinned almost painfully to the bookcase behind her, his tongue ravishing her mouth with every passing second. One of her arms left his neck to move behind her, grabbing onto one of the shelves for support as she was pushed so heavily against it. The other arm alternated between rubbing the back of his neck and traveling up and down over his clothed chest, almost as if searching for a stable place to hold onto him.
The redhead was quickly growing impatient-after all, this was a public library, wasn't it?-and one of her legs curled around one of his. She rolled her hips against his leg, a tiny whimper escaping her and muffled by Fakir's lips.
"Shhh."
He pulled back just long enough to breath the sound against her lips upon hearing the little whimper she released. But then instead of moving to cover her mouth again, his lips dipped down to run over her jaw, teeth lightly brushing the surface.
After hearing that one little noise, he wanted to hear a lot more. Somehow trying to get her to make noise in a library like this while urging her to be quiet excited him. He wondered how long she would be able to contain those sounds, and just how many he would be able to elicit. And he knew he had to work fast. After all, he couldn't stand to wait for very long. He had no intentions of releasing too early, no matter how riled up he already was.
With that thought, he pushed his jean-clad center right up against her, pressing taught into the inside of the thigh on the leg that was shamelessly moving against his own. And he rocked his hips in the opposite direction, the hand in her hair lowering and trailing its way down toward one clothed breast.
Ahiru shuddered as his teeth made contact with the skin of her jaw, biting her lip to keep from groaning in agony. He just shushed her. While he was driving her absolutely insane with desire. She knew this was a library, but staying quiet would be harder than she originally anticipated.
Well, she just had to remember to keep her mouth shut from now on. That couldn't be too hard, right..?
With that thought in mind, her eyes clenched shut and her lips pursed together, determined not to get them caught. Ahiru's hips continued to grind against Fakir's leg, quaking slightly at the feel of the bulge rubbing against her thigh.
She had to keep quiet...
The ex-knight definitely had to give her points for effort. He could almost feel how hard she was trying to reign things in. And now he wasn't giving her the security of his mouth over hers to swallow or muffle any sounds she might make any longer.
He half-smirked against her jaw, moving up and along the far side of her face until he found her ear. And with no warning at all, he clamped his teeth down on the lobe and pulled, simultaneously with a squeeze to one breast through her outer and under garments.
And as if that wasn't enough of an assault already, he moved his erection over just far enough to impact where her warm center was hidden underneath the material of the dress, and rubbed intently over it, creating a rapid friction between both areas.
With the onslaught, a delicious combination of pleasure and pain shot up and down her spine. "Qu-!"
Ahiru immediately froze, ceasing all movement against him as she fought to keep her voice down. How did he expect her to stay silent when he was ruthlessly attacking almost every sensitive part of her quivering body all at the same time?
Her hand clutched at the bookshelf as if her life depended on it, knuckles turning white from the force of her grip. The arm that remained around Fakir's neck pulled away to clamp around her mouth.
For the first time, Ahiru acknowledged how noisy she was if she was having so much trouble simply trying to stay quiet while doing something like this..
She was really struggling to hold it all in - and so far succeeding. Perhaps this wouldn't be as easy as he originally thought.
At least, that's what he thought before he pulled back saw for himself that one of her hands was now covering her mouth. For a moment, he considered pulling that hand off and detaining it to free her passageway once more. But in the end, his own impatience won out. He could tease her more another time. Preferably when it didn't feel almost painful to wear his pants.
Fakir ruthlessly ground himself forward and into her, creasing her dress and wincing slightly from the ache of his pulsing length. He left a sloppy path of wet kisses down the side of her jaw again and then lowered further, peppering her neck until he found that one sensitive spot of flesh near the base again and took it into his mouth, sucking eagerly.
And his hand started to knead her breast, the other set of fingers leaving their perch at her waist to join in on the unattended one. His skilled fingers pushed up and down and around, squeezing into the pliable flesh even through the ample barriers of cloth.
Her hand remained clamped over her mouth, but it couldn't stop the muffled, high-pitched whine from being audible. She was so afraid of making a sound that she couldn't bring herself to move against Fakir in return, allowing him to take full control and use her in whatever way he wanted.
But it was mind-blowing. And it strangely felt thrilling to be doing this in a place like a library, trying to stay quiet while being ravished thoroughly right up against an innocent bookcase.
All she could do was clutch onto the shelf with her other hand, and revel in that building heat that continued to bloom between their centers.
She moaned again, low and drawn out, from behind her hand, her glassy eyes half-lidded. A small "Yes..." escaped her, stifled by her hand.
Fakir paused just briefly when he that shrill noise half-escape from her. At this point he hadn't really expected anything, but it seemed she was delivering, anyway. And just that simple sound sent shots of electricity straight to his throbbing groin.
In effort to reward her - or perhaps also to press the sensual torture a little further - he pushed one half of her bra slightly down from above the covering of her dress, just long enough to find the nipple and pinch it between his fingers and the cloth of her outer garment.
His mouth dislodged from the reddened area of her neck, just far enough for his tongue to fall out and swath slickly over it. And with one more squeeze to her supple mound, the other hand shot straight down, searching for the hem of her dress. Upon finding it, he lifted it with ease, bunching the soft fabric as his hand started to crawl up her leg. And the large bulge in his jeans continued to create friction against her center as the cloth of the dress rapidly raised.
Her back immediately arched up against his touch, almost as if her body was triggered by the heat and desire incited by his ministrations to her breast. Fakir really was quite good with his hands, and as if to emphasize this, she shuddered heavily as his fingertips traveled up her skin beneath her dress.
Ahiru panted, tentatively moving her hands away from her mouth and the shelf to dig into Fakir's hair, clutching desperately as she gasped for breath.
Her face flushed and eyes clenched tightly, and the redhead fought for composure, attempting to grind against him in return for the amazing sensations he awakened within her.
With great difficultly, the ex-knight managed to pull his center from hers, leaving enough space for his hand to get by. And once those fingers reached the connection point of her legs, they moved to cup her warmth from outside of her panties, rubbing back and forth and pulling a small groan from his throat at just how wet she already was.
To be honest, he hadn't expected that. He knew that he was already quite aroused, but he was almost a hundred percent sure that she wasn't in the same boat when she arrived at the library. And the thought that it meant that she wanted it just as badly as he did was overwhelming.
Unable to stop himself, he thrust his shielded shaft against her leg as his hand worked her barely-clothed core. And his mouth fell upon the skin at her collarbone, teeth adding to the onslaught of his hot mouth and tongue as his other hand pressed her breast upward and his fingers clenched around the whole.
As soon as Fakir's hand made contact with the cloth covering her dripping center, she squeaked, one hand leaving his hair to clamp back over her mouth. The other hand traveled down, clutching desperately around his shoulders to keep herself pressed entirely against him, moving her leg against his barred erection.
"F-Fakir...yes...more..."
She tried to keep her voice as low as possible, but it was proving more and more difficult as every clench of her breast and every stroke of her core sent her into orbit. Her fingers bunched up into the cloth of his shirt, nails digging into the fabric and against the skin of his shoulder.
The time for attempting to draw sounds out of her had long since passed from his mind, and he was fully focused on what they both needed now. His fingers between her legs paused, and then his index digit pushed up into the cloth, pressing his material-coated finger through her folds.
He stifled another groan by biting into the flesh just above her collarbone. Fakir wasn't sure why, but somehow it was incredibly thrilling to enter her like that in a non-direct way, and just feel her soaking core filter through the thin underwear to reach his finger. And another surge of heat flocked to his middle, making his length pulse and wordlessly beg to be released from its confines.
The writer knew he couldn't hold out much longer. And his ministrations upon her chest and collar area seemed to reflect that burning need by growing stronger and rougher with every passing second.
Ahiru couldn't stop the sharp squeak from climbing out of her throat and into the air, perhaps a bit louder than would be deemed safe for the library setting. But how could she help it when he was invading her core in such a new way?
It was as if every experience with him opened up so many more possibilities...
She grit her teeth against the sharp pain of his teeth against her neck, and lurched forward, lightly biting down on his shoulder in return. His rough, frantic ministrations against her breast grew to an uncomfortable level, but she paid it no mind when a far more painful ache throbbed around her center.
And then, Fakir decided that enough was enough. He had waited far too long and the burning need to have himself embedded within her was unbearable.
The ex-knight pulled back from her sharp nip and simultaneously extracted his cloth-encased finger from inside of her, swiftly bringing both hands to his belt buckle. He fumbled with the clasp briefly before it came undone with a dull snap, and he hastily pulled it free from the jean's loops and dropped it with a clank to the floor.
With that obstruction out of the way, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, just far enough to dig down into the front and pull his hardness out. He didn't care about undressing. And it was probably better that they could fix themselves up in a hurry, if possible.
As Fakir pulled away from her, she leaned back against the bookshelves for support, panting desperately for breath and quivering uncontrollably, her cheeks flushed. She watched as he removed the belt from the loops of his jeans, and after a moment, followed his lead.
With shaking hands, Ahiru lifted the hem of her dress, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her soaked panties, and pushed them down, letting the small piece of clothing flop to the ground uselessly around her feet.
The redhead tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, before taking the front of her dress and lifting the fabric up, allowing Fakir the full view of her damp core. She subtly spread her legs a bit, leaning back against the bookshelves, waiting for him.
Ahiru ached to be filled. She needed his length within her. And if he didn't take her soon, she'd probably scream...
For once, he didn't object to her readying herself. He was too impatient by this point to care how her panties got out of the way as long as they did. And it seemed she had taken care of that and was waiting for him - so he didn't leave her in anticipation any longer.
Without a nuance of caution or even a glance to be sure they weren't be watched, Fakir drove himself right into her, pushing her back against the bookcase and burying into her slick warmth. Pleasure attacked his senses and his eyes fluttered shut on a stifled groan as he moved out a little and then sunk back in.
When her tightness was enveloping his shaft so deliciously, he couldn't give a damn whether they were in a public library and up against a bookshelf or not. All that mattered was connecting with her like and reveling in the sensations that coursed through his body as he moved inside of her.
His hands moved just below her breasts, groping under them briefly before he leaned forward and kissed her passionately.
"QUA-!"
Once more, she found herself too loud for their current environment-not that she truly cared at the moment-and pursed her lips, fumbling arms wrapping around Fakir's neck as his lips met hers. Ahiru reveled in the size of his length as it entered her, filling her to the brim with every stroke and movement. Her nails dug into the skin of his neck, and she moved with him, back pressed almost painfully into the bookshelf behind her and arching her chest up against his touch.
But she wanted more. She wanted him to move harder and faster into her center, and as if to encourage him, her hips bucked against his as best as she could, whimpers escaping into Fakir's mouth as his shaft rubbed sensually against that small, sensitive nub.
Fakir had no intentions of moving slow. He had merely gotten caught up in the feeling of her wet core encasing his shaft - somehow, no matter how many times they had engaged in sex by now, it never ceased to overwhelm him.
His mouth was no kinder than his rough hands under her breasts as it worked restlessly over her own, tongue plunging in and out of her orifice with no sense of control or rhythm at all. And he began to piston in and out of her velvet heat, tiny gasps of breath filtering from the mold of their mouths.
He paid no heed to how recklessly he was thrusting her up against the bookshelf and didn't even blink an eye when a couple of books dislodged on either side and fell to the floor.
She moaned against his lips, tongue tangling with his as it intruded repeatedly into her mouth, her hips bucking against his with every thrust into her core. Ahiru had completely forgotten where they were at this point, all thoughts of keeping quiet erased from her mind entirely.
With another high-pitched whine, one of her legs lifted up to curl around Fakir's, using the bookcase behind her for support as she lifted herself higher against him. Her fingers yanked at his hair, desperate to find some measure of control.
Recalling the position from the book he had been reading prior, Fakir's hands instantly dropped from her chest and hooked under her knees, moving to lock her legs over and behind his hips.
"Keep them there," he ordered in a husky whisper against her lips.
And with that said, he returned to ransacking her mouth with his own while penetrating her center endlessly with his throbbing manhood. The burning pleasure was immeasurable. He could feel it flowing into every nerve and expanding, fit to burst at any moment. But he struggled to reign his eagerness in, intent on giving her the ride of life before he let himself go.
And the abused bookshelf had begun to shake with the sheer power in his strokes.
Her ankles hooked together behind him without question, driving him even deeper than he was before. With every stroke of his length into her core, her legs fumbled to keep their hold around his hips, her white shoes slipping off her feet from the constant, sharp movements, clapping down to the hard library floor.
Ahiru's arms left his hair to clutch helplessly at the trembling bookcase, using it as leverage to pound her hips right back against his, her inner walls clenching around his shaft.
Soon enough, she felt that familiar warm pooling within the pit of her stomach, sending electricity up and down her spine. Her toes curled as she threw her head back and away from his lips with a squeal, knocking into a few books behind her.
It was a bit odd to be doing this while almost fully clothed, but the ex-knight found that he didn't mind at all. It wasn't unpleasant, by any stretch of the imagination. And despite how much he enjoyed touching her bare skin, using the outer garments had be interesting and even pleasing in some ways. He would definitely remember that.
...Even if his brain was rapidly being crushed underneath waves and waves of shocks and sensations that coursed through him mercilessly and barely allowed even enough room for gasps of breath.
He moved into her faster and more forcefully as the seconds passed, sweat rolling down from his forehead and plastering his dark bangs to his skin as he worked in an out of her with an uncontrollable pace. More books fell, and the shelf began to hit the wall behind it, almost like a backdrop to their very library-inappropriate actions.
And in that moment, he almost felt like he wouldn't give a damn if they were discovered. All that mattered was her and being inside of her... and this blazing pleasure that never seemed to cease even for a moment.
"F-Fakir!"
Ahiru writhed helplessly, sandwiched between Fakir's solid body and the now heavily-quaking bookcase, her legs fumbling to maintain that hold around him, one of her knee socks slowly easing down and bunching up around her ankle.
She moaned and whined openly, completely letting go of any hesitations whatsoever and just diving right into that downward spiral into oblivion. She was so close, and Fakir was so fast and big and she just couldn't take it. The redhead repeatedly knocked her head against the books behind her with every one of his swift thrusts, unable to think straight any longer.
"F-Fakir-! I can't-! T-Take me, please!" she squealed into his lips, words muffled in the intense and messy kiss.
Ahiru was so completely wrapped up in the heat and ecstasy flowing through every part of her body, that she didn't hear the footsteps drawing nearer to the small, safe little niche that Fakir and Ahiru had claimed.
And the male of the duo who was usually the alert and perceptive one, also failed to notice anything or anyone approaching. All useless sounds like that seemed to filter right out along with the noise of falling books and the dull whacks of the wooden shelf impacting the wall. They weren't worth his attention. Not when he was so intimately involved with the girl of his every affection and desire.
And his partner's words only encouraged him to increase the tempo even more, his mouth now openly panting between the cracks of its messy connection with her own. The need was escalating further and further, pushing him higher and higher toward that building peak of ecstasy. And Fakir let it carry him, pumping in and out of her relentlessly.
One of his hands attempted to hold her legs up and around him as the other's grip was almost bruising upon the bare flesh of her hip, determined to hold her as still as possible while he invaded her dripping center over and over. His stiff erection was burning and coated with her essence nearly all the way to the base. And that lubrication only assisted him with his impossibly quick thrusts.
It wouldn't be long now... He could feel it.
This was it. This was what had been building...!
"F-Fakir...right there-! There-!"
Ahiru's legs clamped around him, the unbelievable pleasure washing over her and drowning her without mercy as she was thrown right off the edge and into that white-hot peak she had begun to crave more and more with every new sexual experience. She screamed Fakir's name against his lips, her inner walls snapping tightly around his still-intruding shaft. Her essense spilled over his length, body quivering even as her back continued to collide with the shelf behind her.
But even as she held onto Fakir for dear life, riding out her insanely intense orgasm as he continued to plunge into her, she took no notice of the random man who gawked at the pair nearby.
"Nnnnnngh..."
The ex-knight didn't stop even as she reached the crest of pleasure, still harshly penetrating into her depths with no control at all. He wasn't sure what was keeping him from his orgasm just yet, but he unsteadily continued, reveling in the sound of her voice as she came around him, her tightness becoming almost unbearable to withstand.
He moved within her, arms shaking in their hold upon her leg and opposite hip, feeling himself moving ever closer - so damn close - to the free-falling drop into unfathomable pleasure.
And despite his lack of release, he remained fully focused upon her and every sound and action she made as he impaled himself in deeper with every push - oblivious and uncaring of the unknown voyeur.
Ahiru shuddered against him, still gripping onto his shoulders and keeping in time with his thrusts even as the after effects of her release passed. She wanted so badly for him to reach that point, as well. And just as he did everything he could to bring her to that wonderful climax moments before, she wanted to do the same for him.
She bucked against him, lifting herself higher to bite down on his earlobe, one of her hands leaving the shelf behind her to crawl up under his shirt to flutter her fingers against the rough scar of his skin.
The man standing nearby did not look away.
Those two actions of hers together, along with a drive deep into her core simultaneously, seemed to finally trigger what he needed so badly. The hand from under her leg dropped, moving to clutch her other side through the dress as his fingers on the opposite end dug into her skin to the point that his knuckles turned white.
"Ahiruuuu-!" He gasped aloud as euphoria clouded his senses on every level, washing out everything to a burst of bright white. His body stiffened and quaked slightly as he released into her with flooding between erratic intervals, the connection overflowing from the sheer amount and dripping down to the floor.
Fakir's eyes were shut tightly as he rode it out, letting the pleasure seep into and fill his every pore to the brim. And he clutched to her the entire time, short bursting gasps escaping his mouth every so often.
Ahiru's eyes widened when a burst of his warm essense filled her, her body shuddering from the alien sensations.
That had been the first time he had released inside of her...
And it felt good. So good, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him into a deep, passionate kiss, whimpering as they held onto one another. She had no idea why, but this simple act made her feel as if Fakir was truly a part of her now...
Her fingers threaded through his hair, kissing him sweetly.
Until the man nearby cleared his throat.
It was a little while longer before Fakir finally felt himself come down from that seemingly-endless crest of ecstasy, and his limbs loosened slowly, his breathing heavy.
He was barely aware enough to register her kiss, but somehow returned it feebly despite that. And he hadn't yet noticed his crucial mistake - the fact that he had let himself stay inside of her this time, with no use of a condom or anything.
The collar's looseness wasn't even noted, considering it hadn't been constricting in the first place. And despite where they had chosen to have sex, neither the shame or the regret was creeping into his conscience just yet.
He was content to experience the aftershocks of his orgasm and hold her, his lips brushing against hers lightly.
But in the midst of Ahiru's inexplicable happiness, she couldn't miss the man's rather loud throat-clearing, and she froze, eyes snapping open as she slowly pulled away from Fakir's lips.
There she was, still suspended up against the bookshelf, still very much connected to Fakir, and just a few feet away...
The redhead's face burned. "O-Oh..."
The young man a bit away simply stared. "...Damn, guys. That was hot."
And that new and most definitely male voice was all it took for Fakir to snap his head to the side, green eyes growing wide.
Godddamn, how long had that guy been there! True, he had realized he was taking a hell of a risk by doing this with her in public, but what kind of idiot would hang around to watch?
...Well, he knew that answer.
His eyes narrowed almost instantly as he struggled to catch his breath. His immediate assumption was that unwanted voyeur had probably been watching Ahiru - his Ahiru - as she had voiced her pleasures quite openly and convulsed with ecstasy. And dammit, as far as Fakir was concerned, that wasn't meant for anyone else's eyes but his own. Even if the fact that Atia had perverts like this guy didn't surprise him in the slightest.
"Get. Lost," he bit out through clenched teeth, yanking Ahiru's dress forward far enough
to cover their connected area and indecency from view.
The man's eyes widened, stubbling backward, before high-tailing it right out of there. That guy was scary as hell. "I just came for a book! Jeez!"
But Ahiru couldn't say a thing, even as that person took his quick leave.
Someone was watching. Someone was watching them while they were doing something so private and special and-!
With a mortified groan, she leaned forward to bury her face in Fakir's neck.
The ex-knight immediately moved to wrap his arms around her, almost possessively in intent. And he kept glaring in the man's direction until he was fully out of sight.
Hmph. Came for a book. But stuck around to watch something that obviously wasn't his business. And it was strangely satisfying that his death glare hadn't lost its effect when he put it to good use. That should certainly keep the idiot from coming back.
"...He's gone," he reported softly, leaning in toward her ear.
One of his hands rubbed up and down her back in a sort of reassuring gesture. He would make sure nothing like that happened again. They just needed to choose their locations a bit more carefully from now on.
Although she still felt completely, insanely embarrassed by that turn of events, she lifted her head to glance over in the unknown man's previous direction, before turning back to Fakir with a rather guilty expression.
She didn't mean for Fakir to be angry. Especially after sharing something so wonderful and intimate and exciting with him. So, Ahiru leaned forward, placing a small kiss to his cheek.
"S-Sorry about...that guy, he..."
His eyes widened incredulously. She wasn't seriously trying to blame herself for this, was she?
...Of course she was.
Fakir sighed gruffly, pulling back and adjusting his arm to lightly bop her on the head. "Don't be a moron, moron. There's nothing about this that's your fault. So don't even start."
He frowned, as if to say that's final, and then retracted his hand, leaning back a little...
And abruptly froze on the spot when he realized he was still embedded inside of her. His cheeks flooded red with a mixture of embarrassment and overwhelming shame.
He had never pulled out.
How could he have been that careless when he already knew what could happen in consequence!
Despite his reassurances, when she saw his expression, panic seized her. Had something gone wrong? Why did he look like that? "F-Fakir?"
Oh god, how did he- what if she-!
Fakir raised one hand to his forehead. "I-I forgot to..."
He took a deep breath and pulled out of her center, feeling the guilt and regret start to come crashing down around him.
What the hell was he going to do if she got pregnant or something! There's no way he could fix that for her! And she could barely take care of herself, much less a child!
"I'm the one who should be sorry, dammit." He thrust a fist into the bookshelf, fueled by his own self-loathing. "I wasn't thinking..."
He forgot to...? What was he talking about? The way he was suddenly acting, after they had just shared something so special and wonderful... It was scaring her.
She stifled a small whimper when he pulled out of her, and she slowly removed her legs from around his hips, but kept her arms around his neck. He was obviously upset about something, and that was the last thing she wanted him to feel after being so intimate with her.
"F-Fakir, what's wrong?"
"I just made a big mistake, that's what," he drawled, stuffing his limp length back into his boxers and jeans.
He zipped his pants up, refusing to look at her even when her arms were around his neck. It was painful to think he had put her into this position. Sure, there was the chance that things would be all right and nothing would have happened, but...
How could he have been so stupid? He was supposed to be the careful one. And he didn't want to put her through anything like this. They weren't even together, much less married and planning to have a family.
"I'm sure you're not going to enjoy it, but I think I'm going to have to take you to see a doctor soon."
A...big mistake? Was he talking about what they just shared?
But that wasn't a mistake! They both knew what they were doing didn't they? And just a few moments ago, she felt closer to him than ever before!
At his words about seeing a doctor, she felt even worse. What was he...? Was she sick or something?
She almost felt angry at this point, and her hands moved to his cheeks, trying to get him to look at her. "Fakir, can you just tell me what happened? You're...You're scaring me..."
He finally gave in and raised his gaze to her, looking rather defeated and more than a little uncomfortable. He didn't want her to think it was something else that was making him upset about what they had done, but...
This wasn't likely to go over too well. He was sure she hadn't considered having children. Much less having any in Atia. Or with him, for that matter.
"Look, I... you... that is..." He trailed off and swallowed harshly before attempting to continue. "We have to get a doctor to check to make sure you're not... pregnant."
His eyes closed briefly. "I'm sorry, Ahiru. I should have been more careful. Just one mistake is sometimes all it takes..."
...Pregnant? As in...with child?
Was it because he released within her? Was that why he had refrained from doing so up until now?
Her mind whirred, a thousand thoughts and feelings colliding with one another in her mind. She hadn't even thought about children. She didn't know if a duck could even get pregnant as a girl.
So what was she supposed to do now?
She wanted to panic. She really did. Because in all honesty, she was flipping out inside. She didn't know what to do. And she'd heard somewhere on the network that having children in Atia was dangerous or something. And she didn't want any child or duckling of hers to go through any pain at all.
But she...didn't want to get rid of it, either. She wasn't sure what to think when she saw that post discussing killing babies before they were born, and didn't think she'd have to deal with that issue.
All the same, she stopped herself from freaking out. She wasn't the most mature person in the world, that was for certain. But she had to grow, and had to keep a level head. Just like others on the island. So, with a deep breath, she leaned her forehead against Fakir's chest. It wasn't as if they knew for sure, right?
And they were partners. She and Fakir could get through anything.
"Th-then we'll go to a doctor. And we'll just...go from there, right? I don't regret today in the least, and I don't want you to, either..."
He inhaled rather sharply as her head came to rest on his front, and with only a little hesitation, reached his arms around her to hold her close to him.
"I don't regret what we did," he assured her softly. He never could. Being with her was always amazing - and something very special to him. "...But I regret that I didn't take more care with you, like I should have."
His fingers clenched around her slightly. Fakir sure as hell wouldn't let her go through this alone. He would be there with her and beside her every single step of the way, no matter what happened and no matter what she decided. But even so, the bubbling guilt that stemmed from his severe lapse in thought during their... intimate endeavors, did not dissipate.
How could he possibly forgive himself for throwing her headfirst into something like this?
He couldn't, dammit. But all he could do now was support her and hope for the best.
"I'll come with you. I don't know... what they have to do, but I won't let you go alone. I'm sorry. I didn't want to do this to you, even by accident."
And as he spoke the last words, he embraced her tightly, burying his face into her hair.