Chapter 4: 3. Semi-public sex / 4. Feral-state sex
In the many, many years that he spent fantasizing about his 'friend', his want mostly led to his thoughts circulating around the physical aspect of their relationship. But as the days and nights of actually being her lover passed… G'raha very quickly realized that his imagination could never do any justice to her feelings. It just ran too short to encompass all of the aspects of being Surr's mate.
For example, earlier she was always friendly and warm toward him – if he would still occasionally fall a victim to her pranks – as any other Scion. He didn't truly mind it – couldn't – and in a weird way, after the isolation of the First, it made him actually feel like a part of their group. And maybe that was her intention – other than clearly getting a laugh at his expanse. Or calling him… 'cute' when he would attempt to scold her for – again, for example – stealing his staff and forcing him to chase her all around Revanant Toll, cackling madly and despite her unnatural speed, taunting him with staying just a step apart. And though his feline nature more than enjoyed the chase itself – griping about the whole thing later with other Scions and seeing understanding in their eyes, beside the amusement, also felt… nice.
But Surr in a role of a lover was another… beast entirely, he mused, with distraction shifting the notes on his messy desk inside the main hall in Baldesion Annex. So lost in thoughts he completely missed an amused look Krile tossed his way from her desk when he rested his cheek on his palm and sighed dreamily, his unfocused eyes trailing over the letters in front of him and seeing none.
She was incredibly possessive, for one. And it would be a lie to deny that he enjoyed that. At first, he attributed that to the fresh mating bond pushing her to stake her claim on every possible occasion. If another female as much as looked at him for a second too long around her – she would receive a warning hiss while he would quickly find himself either being grabbed onto possessively – or dragged off to the nearest private location to be swiftly reminded who he exactly belong to now. And each time any of those happened… his heart would flutter helplessly, swelling with so much devotion it would make it ache. And as the days passed and she didn't relent in her claim… he realized that it wasn't the mating bond, but just how she wanted him – and that was beyond intoxicating.
Not that he was any better in that matter than her – just the other day he embarrassed himself by snarling furiously at Thancred when he ruffled his mate's glorious locks – thoughtlessly ruining her intricate plait that day – and though he caught himself quickly and apologized for his behavior, his girl didn't mind – if anything she flushed beautifully and rewarded him with a truly delicious kiss, purring insistently against his lips… and that had him nearly snap, pick her up and take her despite their circumstances at the time – only the thought that the assembly of the city-state's leaders in the palace of Gyr Abania was hardly a place for… such.
But who could really blame him…? Though 'freshly' mated… he barely got to spend time with his beautiful girl during the day. Despite their 'disbanding' and each of them leaving to attend to their respective goals – as Surr predicted, really – he figured it will be awhile before people of both Eorzea and the Far East, and any city she truly affected during her journeys – would stop calling on her… constantly. Or before she would get used not to indulging each… request coming her way.
He pouted involuntarily, scowling at the paper in front of him, then sighed deeply – again missing Krile's another amused look.
Just this morning – after he woke up so wonderfully entangled in her arms and surrounded by the delicious mix of their scents – inside his room in the Annex, before he could truly indulge in his mate… her linkpearl beeped, waking her up and stealing her from his bed because someone absolutely needed her assistance. With what…? He had no idea, she bolted that quickly, but he would be glad to have some words with the person about… untimely calls.
Enough said… by lunch he was sore with the need for his mate instead of food and found it just… too difficult to focus on the incoming commissions for the Students.
"I'm going to grab us lunch, Raha," Krile's voice tore him out of his musing and he blinked at her with confusion, to soon blush and try to cover his embarrassment by clearing his throat and shifting the papers on his desk while she jumped of her chair and headed for the door. "I'll run by Last Stand. Anything specific you would like?"
"Not really," he hummed, pretending to read the note in his hands. "You can surprise me, Krile," he sent her a bit sheepish smile – feeling quite guilty to indulge in daydreams while he should be busy with the task at hand.
"Okay, I'll be back soon," she chuckled, sending back an understanding smile that only had him flush harder – but be thankful as well for her not commenting on his distraction as she left the massive room.
G'raha sighed after the door closed, then folded his arm atop his desk and buried his face in them with a tiny, frustrated growl and with his ears flat against his head.
To his… surprise, none of their friends actually seemed… well, surprised at the shift in his relationship with the Warrior. Even Y'shtola just sighed 'finally!' at the first sight of them after… they mated. If anything all of them looked… relieved. Happy, even, in case of Alisaie – even if she flushed and didn't know where to look after they quite… noticeably rejoined the dying down party that… special day. Only Thancred visibly avoided both of them – clearly beyond mortified at… what he so rudely barged into – and that had them actually giggle at his expanse like kits.
And after each… departed, saying their temporary goodbyes in front of the Rising Stones… he was beyond glad when his love decided to travel with him and Krile to Old Sharlayan – and at least for a while make it her… base of operation. But to his growing frustration… her help was still so unbearably high in demand – he mostly got her all to himself only at night. And as it had been barely a week he felt a bit too… insecure to demand more of her time. He knew too well that if he could… he wouldn't let her leave his bed for days – and was a bit… worried that she would find that need of his… overbearing.
He spent so long wanting her that actually having her still felt… well, unreal. Like if any moment he would wake up and realize that it all was just a dream. A delirious fantasy conjured by his love-sick heart.
Like so, so many times before.
To have her – wanting, loving him… definitely felt too good to be true. Unconsciously, he let his fingers sneak under his vest on his shoulder and trail over her mark delicately – as if making sure it was still there. And almost jumped in surprise when it throbbed suddenly, sending a shudder down his spine and tearing a tiny whimper from his throat.
She was… close. His head jump up instantly and his eyes narrowed, unblinking and predatory, at the door leading out of the main hall, while he licked his lips unconsciously. Surr was somewhere close… and their bond thrummed with her… want. Her lust for him… And he was instantly, painfully aroused while it slithered over his senses, setting his blood aflame. Sending the fine hair across his body to stand up in alarm… anticipation… as even the fur on his tail bristled as it waved slowly, predatory.
His mate was near… and she needed him. And some… primal part of his being – that he wasn't even truly aware of – had to answer her… call. Her shameless invitation to claim her. Near dizzy – not exactly fully aware of his surroundings anymore – like a puppet on the strings, he got out of his chair, went around his desk, and headed for the door… following her siren's song thrumming across their bond and luring in the most primal, predatory part of his soul.
Not aware of anything but that – not even the low, rumbling growl in the back of his throat or his insanely dilated pupils – he left the Annex, not hearing the Ojika's surprised call behind him. Drowning in the sensation of their mating bond pushing and pulling at his soul insistently – driving his steps to follow his mate's call for him. Missing anything and everything in his way as it led him through Tranquility and into the Noumenon… with the people he passed nearly jumping out of his way at the sight of his dazed, crimson eyes and the sound of his instinctive snarl if they got accidentally between him and his… prey.
And when he finally set his eyes on her – leaning against a bookshelf in the darkened, far-off corner of the massive library – he was too out of his mind to see her triumphant smirk when her amethyst eyes drifted open. Too consumed by her and his own need to care about anything but her intoxicating citrus scent – now with a tang of his own – as it hit his sensitive nose and had him purr – deep and low in his chest – pinning her harshly against the wall of books behind her and nuzzling against his mark on her shoulder.
"Oh, so it does work," she giggled breathlessly against his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck, then uttered an absolutely delicious tiny whimper when he bit her, growling wildly into her skin as he drowned in the need to claim what was his… his, his, his… "My beautiful Raha," she purred loudly, insistently, then choked on it when he broke his bite and near brutally turned her around, pressing tight against her back and growling against her neck as he clenched his hand around her hip, pulling her ass back and rutting his painful, throbbing cock into her.
Had to have her… fuck her, breed her… have her howl his name until everyone knew to who this deliciously scented female belonged… his, his, his… That he couldn't remember what his name was didn't matter… nothing mattered but that roiling, furious need to bury his dick inside her and rut, rut, rut… take her, claim her, take, take, take…
"Oh, maybe… I overdid it… a bit," she gasped, bracing her elbows against the shelf, then mewled in bliss when he pushed the offending material out of the way, pulling her skirt up and tearing her underwear off. "Ra-Raha…!" she gasped, but he was too lost, too consumed by the scent of her arousal, by her need pouring over his senses and sending his mind deeper into the haze where there was just no place for reason as he pushed off the too rough material confining his cock and slammed inside her with a choked, relieved groan as he bit her again. Pinning her hands around her head and wounding his tail around her abdomen possessively as he rutted into her brutally. Snarling furiously around her skin when she tried to contain her whimpers and mewls by biting her lips but too busy… too blissed-out by the way her tight cunt spasmed around his dick, hugging it oh sooo very snugly, on each furious snap of his hips.
"…oh, fu-fuck…" she whined, and he purred again in approval when her tail coiled around his waist in turn. He rewarded her effort, her claim, by pulling her further back, kicking her legs more apart, and forcing her to bend more to take him easier, deeper. Almost didn't mind when she used her free hand to bit on her wrist in a desperate attempt to keep quiet – and he let her, in a way amused at his female's efforts – so silly when all she really had to do was to take his cock, his seed and bear their young. Utterly mindless, he tightened his jaw, tasting copper on his tongue – his ears twitching greedily at her choked whine – and delighting in the way she went plaint and rolled her hips submissively to take more, more, more…
When she arched and came, mewling softly around her bite, he was faaar from being sated… but enjoyed the way she shook and gasped, and especially how her tight, slick walls attempted to milk his cock. Enjoyed it so much he purred insistently into her skin, and moved his hand from her hip to press it between her thighs, find the spot that had her gasp and her muscles do that delicious clenches and quivers again in no time… tearing tiny, satisfied growls from his throat.
"Y-you… beast…!" she mewled helplessly by the fourth time he had her tremble and spasm, almost going limp in his grasp. "C-can't… any more… please…"
He couldn't understand or hear her… too lost in the sensations as the pressure at the base of his spine grew too painful, his cock throbbed in the insane rhythm of his heart – which loud beats were only sounds between his ears. Then her cunt spasmed yet again, and her weeping in overstimulation nearly tore through the haze in his head… but what finally broke him was when her shaky hand shot down, wrapped around his tail… and pulled. The shocking mix of pleasure and pain on the sensitive appendage had his nerve endings jolt and he mewled and whined as he came so hard his sight went out, his heart stopped for a long, long moment and he shook and shuddered as he rutted into her, holding her tight around his cock as it pulsed and throbbed, painting her insides in thick, near-violent spurts.
He finally broke his bite, purring insistently and nuzzling against her neck with bliss as his female took it, shuddering helplessly and gasping for air desperately, but let him grind into her, her quivering muscles milking him for each drop.
It took a long moment for his mind to start clearing, his sense of self slowly reestablishing itself and he finally understood… where were they and what happened.
"…g-gods…" he gasped, dropping his head against her shoulder as his face burned with mortification. "W-what did you… do to m-me?"
His tease of a mate giggled, sagging bonelessly between him and the bookcase… and despite the circumstances or his embarrassment, he couldn't help himself but to pull back, wrap his arms around her and let her lean against his chest.
"Just… was curious if it'll work," she whispered, almost shyly, raising her hand to pet his ear delicately. Then she hesitated for a second and sighed softly. "A-and… I m-missed you, Raha."
He frowned, straightening and delicately tilting her head until their gazes met. His heart stuttered at the sight of… embarrassment and timid… hope?... in the depths of her amethyst eyes.
"I thought… you were so busy, love," he said softly, petting her cheek delicately. "With everyone… needing you so much, still…"
"I..." she swallowed thickly, and her gaze run away from his as such a pretty blush spilled on her delicate features. "N-not… really."
"Huh?" he hummed, nuzzling his cheek against hers in an affectionate gesture, while he let one of his hands drop to smooth over her abdomen soothingly… and maybe a bit more than possessively. "Surr, talk to me, love."
"I was… " she swallowed thickly again, then tossed him another timid glance. So uncharacteristic for his fierce, brave Warrior his frown grew more pronounced and a spike of worry had his soul tremble. "…p-pretending to be so… busy," she admitted in a tiny voice and closed her eyes. "So… you wouldn't get… s-sick of m-me."
Oh. G'raha sighed, then kissed her delicately, petting her cheek still when she gasped and turned slightly in his arms, returning the kiss with heartbreaking uncertainty as her hands coiled around his forearms and her long nails dug in the leather of his bracers.
It seemed… he wasn't the only one insecure in their changed relationship. And as he told Alisaie at the party a week ago… his beautiful girl didn't really know how to be more than the Warrior. Not yet, at least… And plagued by his own insecurities… he didn't notice. Didn't think of that. He knew she was inexperienced… but somehow he forgot that extended to more than just sex.
He pulled back, and smiled tenderly when she tried to chase his mouth before catching herself and blushing again… How could he not notice what now… seemed so obvious?
"I could never get sick of you, love," he assured fervently, chuckling quietly and placing a delicate kiss on top of her cute nose. Grinning when she wrinkled it adorably and her long lashes fluttered open with dark-purple irises peering up at him so… hopefully. "I love you so very much, my Surr… every moment without you at my side is near painful. But I was… worried as well," he admitted quietly, placing another gentle kiss on her cheek. "You're so… wonderful and I… wanted you for so, so very long… it feels unreal to be able to hold you like this, now. So… I didn't say anything because I didn't… don't want you to feel too… contained or bound by me. But if I could be so bold, my love… I would love nothing more than to spend days as well as nights with you."
"R-really?" she hesitated, then turned around in his arms completely, hiding her blush against his chest. He sighed, swiftly fixing their disheveled clothes, before wrapping her in a tight embrace and nuzzling against her throat with a loud, rumbling purr. Loving it when she shivered, then climbed her toes to wrap her arms around his shoulders and returned the gesture, with her own, slightly uncertain purr. "I would… love that, too, Raha," she whispered softly, dragging her nails delicately across the nape of his neck and sending pleasant shivers down his spine. "And… I l-love you too, so much… so much, it makes my heart h-hurt. But… I d-don't really know… how to be a g-good mate. I was… scared I'll scare you o-off if I'm too… clingy. In contrast to m-me… you knew – like the others – what you w-want to do after we… disband. To help Krile and the Students… And I get that… I do, really… But…" she quieted down, burying her face against his throat while her arms tightened around his neck almost painfully. And he couldn't help how it made his heart sing and ache at the same time.
"And… today?" he hummed curiously, combing his fingers through her locks delicately. "What brought that about…?"
"A-anniversary," she murmured timidly, and his heart squeezed painfully.
"A one-week anniversary?" he chuckled, pressing a kiss against her throat. Then frowned slightly when her cheek grew hotter against his skin. "Surr…?"
"F-five… y-years…" she stammered nervously, then swallowed thickly and he stilled completely, as the gears in his head turned furiously. Five… years…? "For m-me… I mean," she giggled sheepishly, then shyly nuzzled against his shoulder, over her mark. "Since… we met. I know it's… silly, but…"
Ohhh… He grinned against her neck, tightening his arms around her possessively, and purring with satisfaction and contentment. For him it was more than a century… but she was sooo worth the wait.
"And… for my list," she giggled sheepishly, nuzzling against his throat with more confidence, as her purr grew increasingly louder. "Point three: semi-public sex and point four: feral-state sex."
"Ah," he chuckled, though blushing at the reminder. "Two points at once now?"
"I-it's… one-time exception," she admitted, her face growing hotter. "Since, you know… anniversary. And I wasn't sure… how else to get you here, without being… too obvious about it."
"I really… want to have a look at that list of yours, love," he said not the first time, straightening and forcing her to drop to her heels. He grinned again at her dark blush, then delicately brushed her hair back before wrapping his palms around her beautiful face. "I'm growing… more and more curious about what else you have in store for me."
"Isn't it… more fun to let it be a surprise?" she whispered, curling her hands around his wrists and he almost drowned in the depths of love in her dark, starry eyes.
"Definitely… Happy anniversary, love," he hummed, then caught her gorgeous lips in a deep, loving kiss. Barely stopping himself from getting lost in her taste as he already tried to think of something fitting as a… return gift.
"Excuse me!" someone snapped behind him, and he twitched, breaking the kiss to his mate's quiet, dismal hiss to turn his head and look with surprise at the young, flustered Miqo'te, a Keeper of the Moon, glaring at them with a deep frown. "This is not a spot for… such activities!"
His eyes shot wide-open – and for a second he wondered… how much did the boy see or hear – but he guessed, considering they weren't getting arrested for… indecent behavior or demoralizing students – he choose to believe the young Keeper meant the kiss, only.
"Sorry," he smiled at the boy sheepishly, then sighed and wrapped his arm around his Warrior's shoulders, subtly pulling her toward the exit. Grinning when she coiled her arm around his waist and leaned against him. "It's our anniversary," he explained unnecessarily, with probably a stupid, happy grin… but he couldn't mind or help it.
The Keeper in student's uniform rolled his eyes at them, then huffed and picked up something from the floor, tossing it at G'raha with a grimace on his features.
"Doesn't mean you can litter the library," he scoffed, then ignoring them turned toward the bookshelf.
G'raha blinked, catching the item swiftly and looking at it with surprise… only understanding and furious blush blooming on his face when Surr squealed with a giggle and tore it from his hand with a deep, dark blush. Only then… he noticed a dark blush climbing the teenager's neck as well, and his nervous twitching.
He was a Miqo'te… with an as keen sense of smell – even if he didn't see anything – he certainly could smell it. Especially after tossing at them Surr's torn undergarments.
His face was on fire… but he snorted a laugh, and pulled his mate quickly toward the exit – before the teen changes his mind and get them arrested! He could imagine Fourchenault's face… or Krile's… and he couldn't help but laugh slightly hysterically until they reached the alcove in the Tranquility near the Noumenon. He pinned his girl against one of the pillars and kissed her soundly, or tried because she was giggling too much to make it easy.
"Oh, g-gods…" she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Hilarious! Can you imagine, Raha?" she grew serious expression and thundered: "Heroes of the Final Days caught demoralizing students!"
He snorted another laugh, then dropped his head to her shoulder, coiling his arms around her tightly.
"I love you, so much," he gasped, when could finally speak without laughing.
"I love you too, Raha," she whispered, much more serious, then cleared her throat and hesitated, petting his hair and ears delicately. "So… if you w-would like that… I was thinking, maybe when y-you're free… I mean, from your responsibilities at the Annex and…"
He sighed, then moved to kiss her delicately, curling his palm around her cheek and rubbing his thumb back and forth across her skin until she mewled breathlessly and melted into his arms, purring in bliss.
His beautiful girl… his Warrior… was truly so achingly sweet as a lover… So unbearably delicate and uncertain… He needed to reassure her that he wanted her – each and every part, her body, soul, and especially her wonderful heart – as much as she did, if not more.
"Anything you wish, love," he purred teasingly against her lips, then rubbed the tip of his nose against hers tenderly. "Name it… and it's yours."
Dazed, dark-purple irises disappeared behind jet-black lashes when she blushed… and he was instantly hard as her intoxicating scent swelled with arousal, when she dragged her fingers delicately along the line of his jaw, to trail a nail over his lower lip.
"Y-you," she cooed shyly, claiming yet another piece of his heart. "I only want… you, Raha. To be… mine. Completely and utterly mine."
"Good… girl…" he chuckled breathlessly, resting his forehead against hers. "But you already have it… I'm yours, Surr… My body, heart, and soul… Everything I ever was and anything I'll ever be… belongs to you, my mate. And I… want that of you, too. To be mine, each bit and a piece you would grant me."
"It's… already yours," she gasped, and he whimpered sadly when huge tears rolled from under her closed eyelids. "S-sorry…" she wiped her face impatiently and chuckled sheepishly. "I'm not… sad. You're just… too sweet."
G'raha sighed, then pulled her head to rest against his shoulder, petting her hair soothingly while she buried against him with a choked whimper, holding onto him for dear life. And he held her as tight, nuzzling his cheek against her hair and trying to ignore his body's growing arousal at her proximity and the way her scent filled his head.
"But… I was thinking," she whispered into his tunic, and he had to strain his ears to hear her. "That when you can… we could fulfill our p-promise and travel to Ishgard. At first, at least. Take… some time off… to enjoy each other… without anyone or anything else. If… you would like that, I m-mean."
"I would love that," he stated with power, then chuckled and pressed a kiss on top of her head when she purred and her arms tightened around him. "Tomorrow I'll talk with Krile and take at least a week free, love."
"Huh?" she hummed, looking up with big, uncertain eyes. "It doesn't have to be… so soon, Raha. I don't want to… get you in trouble."
"As distracted as I am without you… I'm not much use for her anyway," he laughed, delicately brushing her hair back before placing a delicate his on her pretty lips. "And for today… What do you say to the idea of locking ourselves in my room… and thoughtfully celebrating our anniversary?" he wiggled his eyebrows meaningfully and grinned when she blushed but her purr grew louder and her dark eyes flared with hunger.
"Sounds… marvelous, my brilliant, beautiful beast," she cooed, raising to coil her arms around his neck again.
And for her pleasure, he growled playfully, then picked her up and his ears twitched with amusement when she giggled madly, wrapping around him possessively as he headed toward the Annex with his prize in his arms.