Well guys and girls, here we are again. It's been a while but it's time for another chapter. I also wanted to say thanks for your votes in the polls for this story. You guys told me which pairings you'd like to see and the way you wanted things to go down. All I will say is, you asked, so you shall recieve.
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Fireworks - Part II
Mesmerizing colors lit up the sky, blues, reds, greens and gold, erupting in different patterns and shapes. They warmed the heart, acting as symbols of hope for a brighter, better future. At last, the world didn't feel so bleak. For the first time, the tides were turnng.
"I could stand here and watch displays like these all night long."
Sirus stopped in thought. His legs had carried him far through the city, Cyrkensia's market district long since behind him. Boats spanned as far as the eye could see, fishing vessels transport ships lining the water's edge, bobbing up and down gently. Somehow, someway, in the depths of his musing, he'd ended up by the docks, and taken quite the detour, instead of going straight to the waterfront after changing back into his usual red coat and trousers, as was the original plan.
"Wonderful," he gave a smile, enjoying a moment of tranquillity, a feeling of truest gratitude filling him to the core, resting a hand upon his beating heart. There was no way to describe the depth of his sentiment, especially now, on the night of liberation for his homeland; of victory for Hoshido. "I'm alive... Against all odds I've not relinquished the gift of my life. I lived to see my homeland returned to freedom."
It hadn't been a journey taken alone, either. Only through the support of countless others was all of this possible. The kindness of Prince Corrin, the words of advice imparted by Subaki, endless dedication on the part of Charlotte, and fiery training of Rinkah. Not to mention the sweat and toil of the Hoshidan army.
"I was foolish. I see that now." An admission long overdue, the Nestran thought. For too long he'd pushed ahead, believing it was his duty and his duty only to make a stand for the place he called home, ruled by his failing, and driven by his guilt. "That isn't the case at all. It was never the case. From the moment I stepped into the Hoshidan camp people have stood beside me."
"It's good to hear you say that at last. I guess we're learning from each other, are we not?"
That voice. So strong and empowered, and yet strangely gentle too. A voice belonging to a woman of heart and substance, though she didn't often show it. Sirus would recognize her inflection anywhere, her mere presence filling him with happiness, his heart thundering with a quickened beat. His lips curved upward.
Wild natural hair whiter than snow, a powerful and muscular form, scrawled with tribal markings and an attire befitting such. There she stood, arms folded, empowered and filled to the brim with confidence. It was a real pleasure to see her again, and a blessing to have her standing at his side once more.
"Rinkah," Sirus bowed his head in greeting. "'Tis good to see you again, milady. I knew not what happened to you after the battle."
The mere mention of the clash made Rinkah take a cautious step back, her open palms squeezing tight into a pair of closed fists. She inhaled sharply, severing their eyes contact and looking to the smooth, grubby stone floor, her face hidden behind strands of hair.
"You haven't heard the news, clearly," her words fell quiet, strangely remorseful for one of such strength of character. "I was the one who carried you to safety, alongside Charlotte. I saw everything... the way Hans overpowered you... and I feared you were dead."
"Dammit! Dammit all!"
Before Sirus could so much as blink, Rinkah moved threw herself at him in a blunt tackle, moving with such haste that he could barely brace. Their body's collided, the unyielding force sending Sirus slamming into the floor. He groaned, shaking his senses clear under a dizzy wave.
Rinkah pinned him to the cold ground, her thick legs wrapped around his thighs, preventing his escape. Why in the world was she acting like this?! Usually the princess of the Fire Tribe was so withdrawn, so distant, and yet here she was, holding him captive in a sense, pinning him down, her clammy hands pressed against his chest.
"My training wasn't enough! You weren't ready... and I should have done more!"
The way Rinkah stared into him, her eyes burning, a furious scowl overtaking her, was agony to behold. No, that wasn't the case at all, Sirus told himself. Rinkah hadn't failed him. If anything, it was the simple fact that he'd greatly underestimated the brutality Hans had at his disposal. This was nothing to do with shortcomings in training.
"Calm yourself Miss Rinkah," Sirus spoke gently, wishing beyond all else to put the girl at ease. He met her stare with the green of his eyes, looking into the core of everything she was. It was then and there that Rinkah shuddered, a powerful shade of crimson washing over her cheeks. She squeezed the edges of his coat tighter.
"How can you expect me to calm myself?!" She boomed, halfway between furious and overwhelmed with emotion, her voice shaking just the slightest fraction.
Rinkah released her hold upon Sirus, for which he was greatly thankful, and shuffled back, untangling her legs from under him.
"You're my comrade-in-arms, my partner in battle. I swore I'd toughen you up, and that together we'd beat those Nohrians into submission. You almost died! In the eyes of my people... I have failed you."
No matter what Rinkah might have believed, the customs of her people taken into consideration, Sirus, as someone who cared for her, didn't feel that was the case at all, alight with compassion where she frowned.
The tribal girl shuffled away, got to her feet, and presented a pair of cold, heavy shoulders. "Don't look at me like that," she insisted in a whisper, only doubling down and taking another step away. "You don't understand much about the customs of the Fire Tribe, Sirus. You- You could not begin to grasp how I truly feel..."
Rinkah swung back around with a snarl of frustration, punching her fists together, her face aflame with deepest. most impassioned crimson. There was something about her aura that made Sirus nervous. Did she want to kill him? It certainly looked like it. He'd never seen her this fierce in the months they'd known one another. Her every footstep was a stomp, her every breath a growl. Closer and closer the tribal lady came, until finally, in a mighty gesture, she threw her arms around Sirus' shoulders, pulling him tight against her chest, her embrace befitting of a violent squeeze.
"You were my first true friend amongst the people of the Hoshidan army, aside from Prince Corrin. We've fought side by side, forged our bond in and heat of combat... and that, to a woman like myself... is worth more than anything. You are worthy of my support... and of my compassion."
There it was again, that sensation, that jitter, the same once Sirus had felt time and time again, though he'd tried so often to shove it aside. Back again, the sensation filled his heart to bursting. In some ways, he feared it, feared to embrace it, and looked upon what it represented with disdain.
The truth of my heart, he pondered within, the honest truth of how I really feel about this wo-
"I'll be afraid of what I feel inside no longer." Rinkah spoke up, freeing Sirus from their embrace and putting a step of distance between them. Now, more than ever before, she looked to be back to her usual self, a true symbol of all things strong and just, a raging inferno of a woman.
"You wish to know how I feel, Sirus? There is a flame in my heart, one that I have tried with all of my will to ignore. Every time we've fought, it has only burned stronger and stronger. It's overwhelmed me... and I've not been able to stop thinking about you."
Your admission is something of a relief to me, Sirus thought, breathing a silent sigh. In his deepest depths, though he was loathe to admit it due to his noble roots, he'd always felt the same way. Yes, he'd been told time and time again it was wrong to love two women with equal dedication, but the power of love wasn't something a that was easy to control.
It was just as Rinkah had said, through her own confession. Her falling for him hadn't been intentional, just as his hadn't been, either. Though subtle, with every fight, with every exchange of blows, and with every kind word exchanged, Sirus had found himself becoming ever closer to this proud and beautiful tribal warrior.
She'd captured him, just as much as he'd captured her. And now? Here he stood, a man in the midst of a war between two of the world's mightiest nations, with deep-rooted feelings of dedication to a woman from each one. Rinkah, with her pride, iron-will, and devotion to her people. And Charlotte, with her gorgeous womanly allure, her delicate compassion behind closed doors, and above all else, her love for family.
This journey had been a long one, so long in fact that it didn't feel anywhere close to its conclusion. Yet, regardless of all of the ups and downs, Sirus had learned so much, about himself and those around him. He'd not hide away from what he felt this time. For once, as he had done with Charlotte, he'd cast aside his upbringing.
"I too must confess to feeling the same way, Rinkah." Sirus spoke with sentiment, holding out his hand in offering to the beautiful girl before him. Closer he came, unafraid to bridge the gap. "The way we feel can be chaotic sometimes, but I'll not shy away. I care for you, milady."
"In that case," Rinkah accepted his hand, grabbing for the scruff of his collar with an assertive snarl. "Show me your passion," she demanded, inching ever closer, their lips so close they almost brushed, her expression one of hunger and want. "A real man would claim my lips instead of-"
So what was what she wanted, hmmm? Sirus did as he was ordered, taking the lead with a cool, collected wink. He collided, grabbing at at her toned waist, sliding his fingers across her bare skin, and stealing those very lips of hers away.
"Mmmmm," Rinkah growled, even their kiss becoming that of a battle. Sirus lapped her up, knotting his tongue with hers, lashing against the confines of her mouth, tasting the bittersweet bliss that was her saliva. They wrestled, back and forth, both unwilling to surrender, each wishing to claim a victory of their own. All the while, hands wandered, digits caressing with thirsty intent against bare skin.
Rinkah scratched her fingertips across the exposed skin of Sirus' chest, beneath his crimson coat, all while the Nestran rogue met her advances in kind. His free hand squeezed down tight, nipping at Rinkah's surprisingly soft and shapely behind, to which she only fought harder, her nails scratching into his tender skin.
The longer this white-haired vixen kept up her powerful attack, the more Sirus found his restraints falling away, breaking like chains unbound. He ached to let his desires take hold entirely, to fight a lustful war against this gorgeous attacker and take her in her entirely.
However, it was Rinkah who acted first, shaking his thoughts and leaving him stunned, surprised. She drank up and strings of saliva that bound them, honing her gaze even tighter, red hot, droplets of sweat sliding down her forehead. All while her lips curved into a knowing smile.
"I've no intention of backing down now that you see the intensity I hold within. I'll not lose to Charlotte, either. Hold steady, Sirus... for I know how you feel about the Nohrian as well..."
Rinkah fell to her knees, placing one arm around Sirus' hips, using her offhand to pull the button of his trousers free. Unrestrained, his manly strength bulged forth, mighty and swollen with desire, exposed to the tingle of the cold night air.
"What if someone were to see us, milady?" Sirus warned, throwing his head back in a shiver of enjoyment. He eyed her as gripped him firmly between her fingers. His body cried out with delight at her touch, his composure slipping further away.
"I care not," Rinkah answered, working him with smooth rhythm of the wrist, her pace only quickening as Sirus tensed up tightly and closed his eyes, drowning in delight under her touch. "You are my pray, Sirus... and I intend to mark you as such. Until the day I win your heart from that busty temptress, I'll not give in. As Princess of the Fire Tribe I'll win in all things love and war."
Uncaring of his protests, she picked up the pace, working bewitching magic with her fingers. Back and forth she went, quicker and quicker, her digits becoming slick and sticky with the essence of her lover. Sirus fought with all he could to bite back a moan of enjoyment, but couldn't, resting his hands upon the girl's broad shoulders and showing his enjoyment.
Closer and closer he came to the height of all things perfect in the world, his boundaries crumbling and falling down as though they'd never even existed. Rinkah released him, if only for a second, licking her messy hand clean, bringing out her tongue to stroke at the underside of his mighty weapon.
"Milady," Sirus rasped, his vocal chords scratching in desperation. "If you keep this up then I must confess... I might-"
"Do it," she ordered, abrupt and gorgeous, cupping him tight picking up the pace again. The sound of his dampened flesh, shuddering and twitching between Rinkah's tight, rough grip, echoed across the night sky, the fireworks in the background having finally fallen quiet. "They say when a woman of my clan chooses a lover she should take his flame within her... I wish to feel your fire inside me."
Rinkah wasted not an instant, opening her mouth wide to swallow Sirus whole. The way she felt, so moist and warm. He'd never dreamed he'd feel her in this way before; share this experience with her. She gagged, eyes sharpened like daggers, Sirus tightening his grip around her shoulders as she took him even deeper, the tiny, tightened muscles of her throat stretched beyond their limits to accommodate everything he was.
Harder and harder Rinkah went. All the while Sirus found himself teetering on the very edge, desperation taking hold. He wanted more than anything to give some warning, but he couldn't. Frazzled under the bliss of it all, as though he'd been struck by a magic tome, and his organ held prisoner within the mouth of another, he was helpless to do anything but find relief.
"R-Rinkah! I'm- Ohhhhh dear Gods..."
The world flashed white. Sirus cried out from the bottom of his lungs, making one final, sharp thrust. Rinkah took him, her entire body quaking under the struggle to stay upright, as with each mighty throb he released everything he had into the young woman for him he cared so deeply. Rinkah rasped hard as Sirus pulled himself free, the white-haired lass holding her mouth closed tight, no doubt savouring his gift.
In one final showing of dominance Rinkah gulped down hard, throwing her head back against the cool night air, and falling upon the support of her tired arms, rasping for breath.
"You and I are joined as one, Sirus..."
In a deep exhale Rinkah fell forward, limp and relaxed like a ragdoll, meeting Sirus with a smirk.
"Remember you once asked me how the people of my tribe confess their love for one another? That is part of the answer."
It was true what they said about learning something new every day, but this was one of the last ways in which Sirus expected to learn. Quiet in light of their moment together, he threaded the button of his trousers.
Yet something caught his eye. The way in which Rinkah sat, her legs crossed... with a dampened patch across her womanly region. She appeared to be doing her best to hide it, but the shakiness of her breath gave it away. There was no way a true gentleman could deny a lady similar release after she'd just treated him with such kindness.
"Now then, Rinkah," Sirus kneeled down to her level, leaning close to place a peck upon her sweat-glistened forehead. He pointed toward her current predicament with suave, ignoring her indignant, flushed cheeks.
"It's about time return the favor, don't you think?"
"You'd better," she spoke in reply, shuffling closer as Sirus reached for the waistband of her loose fitting tribal pants. She lifted her behind to make things easier, gasping in gentle surprise at the ease of which the Nestran pulled them away, exposing her long golden legs to the moonlight.
The crude excuse for underwear she wore, little more than a few strings and scraps of fabric, was soaking wet to the touch. Rinkah on her own initiative groaned with frustration, ripping the sorry excuse for clothing away and parted her legs wide. Sirus breathed hard. A true flower in bloom, she certainly had. Erogenous, swollen, and covered by the most beautiful patch of thin white hair.
"Stop staring and come over here," Rinkah barked, nectar seeping from her opening. "Make me wait much longer and I'll do it myself."
Oh no. There was no need for that, Sirus thought as he shuffled closer. Slinking downward, he nestled betwixt her legs, breathing in her scent, running the edge of his tongue, wild and untamed, against her, taking back the taste for himself, so strong and yet so sweet.
"Alright, milady," Sirus whispered, "Brace yourself..."
Rinkah tensed around him, rewarding his words with rasp of delight.
"Y-Yes, Sirus. Quench the searing hunger in my heart."
To be continued...
There you have it folks. Like I said, I thought I'd take things in a slightly more colorful direction considering you guys asked for it. Did you enjoy the chapter? Is there anything you'd like to see in future? Please feel free to leave some feedback and share your thoughts. I'm appriciate the opinions of all my readers.
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