Chapter 3
Surr was the perfect killing machine.
In Earth's terms, she was a psychopath. She literally felt nothing – no guilt, no remorse, or mercy. In worse circumstances, she would make for an extremely dangerous serial killer or mass murderer. Opposite to what Azeyma's words had Zara think, she did have a mind – if it was the cold, calculating mind of a predator. Having nothing but her intelligence and her body's instincts to base upon, she developed the intellect of a viper.
But she – and Eorzea by extension, really – was the lucky one. She was born in Limsa Lominsa, a single child of a couple of Seekers who absolutely adored their baby girl – but weren't blind. Quickly realizing that there was something seriously wrong with their daughter's ability to feel anything, they set to instill in her the rules her purely logical mind understood and could follow.
She was 'brave' because she didn't know what fear felt like. She didn't love or hate, and the terms good and evil were senseless, empty words for her. She ate, drank, slept, and did whatever others asked of her – basing her decisions on the rules established by her father – one of her most basic instinct calling to please her sire.
The merge wasn't pleasant – or complete, for that matter. Zara was in charge – but the part of her mind that still was Surr raged. First time in her life having the access to their emotions and Zara's knowledge and conscience – Surr was pissed. Which was a delicate way to call it, really.
And she wanted G'raha... bad. Both of them did, and not only because mating to him was supposed to finish the process and fully bound her soul and emotions to Surr's instincts and body.
Kissing him was the result of Surr's pushing it. Zara might be in charge – but she wouldn't dare to come on that fiercely onto a man she idolized for years – but Seeker part's of her insistence to claim what she saw now as hers... was powerful. Like nothing she ever felt before – and both sides of her were overwhelmed with their lust for him. But Zara was trying to resist the pull – clenching her hands tightly into fists while she watched him think after she spilled pretty much everything she learned from the goddess – with her issues about free will, unwilling to in any way influence his decision.
She led him into her... Surr's bedroom, barricaded and locked the door with a spell, sat him on her bed and laid it all out – who she was and what the goddess wanted by pulling her soul back across the dimensions.
For her – Zara – following up on Azeyma's demands fully depended on his decision. His choice to be bound to... someone like her. The gods may fuck with her free will – but she wouldn't let them touch G'raha's. Like her, he didn't get to choose any of his circumstances. He didn't choose to be born with the Eye or to be sent away from his tribe, neither to be shunned for those things by the people of the Old Sharlayan.
If he decided to not believe her – she was fine with that. Jesus, would she believe a story like that? If he chose not to... mate to her and go ahead with his plan to seal the Tower – she wouldn't be happy about that, but she promised herself she would respect that. Even if that meant that she would die and the Warrior would go on as she was – soulless. Surr was definitely not happy with any of her decisions – raging to claim him, drunk on the new feelings. Once she got a taste of emotions – she wasn't willing to let go.
Zara leaned back against the wall of now her room – watching G'raha from under her lashes as she folded her arms over her chest to cover their shaking. The raw need to climb his lap and taste those pretty lips again was almost unbearable. Oh, god, that kiss... A near-violent shudder ran down her spine as she unconsciously licked her lips when her eyes got stuck on his mouth. As if feeling her gaze, he bit his lower lip with uncertainty and looked up from the floor right in her eyes – and his pupils dilated almost impossibly when he swallowed audibly.
„So..." he started, then cleared his throat, looking away from her again and coloring visibly. God, but he was sooo cute! And unbearably hot... His digital self really didn't give the right credit to his real-life version. Mine, take him, Surr hissed in the back of her head, and she swallowed thickly, tightening her arms around her chest to keep herself in check. „...you're not from the void? But... from a completely different world – one without aether? But somehow... you know what will happen in this one? How's that... possible?"
G'raha didn't sound very convinced – and she couldn't blame him, could she? This whole situation was beyond ridiculous!
„It's a bit... complicated," she sighed, dropping her gaze to his hands, folded together between his knees. She took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, narrowing her eyes as she felt his gaze turn to her – but she didn't look up. „According to what I've heard from Azeyma about that – she and her brethren originally came here from my... the world my soul was born in. Ages ago, as the technology started to rise and push out belief in magic and by extension in gods – up to the point when they started to disappear when people forget them – they decided to look for a world... safer for them. Eitherys – this world – was beyond perfect for their needs, but once they crossed over, they were affected by the beliefs of people of this world – and their looks and abilities adjusted accordingly. But some of them... still think fondly of the world of their origins. That led Thaliak – who on Ear... in my world was a god of variety of arts – amuse himself while stuck in this... loop, by sending over the dimensions dreams and visions to the mortals of that world about this one. About this... loop, especially. That world... is very different from this one, G'raha. There are no monsters like here – but the people themselves... without an enemy like that, turned against each other. And when they don't fight with each other over the most ridiculous things – they look for ways to entertain themselves and others. One of such ways... are games."
„Games?" he hummed with confusion, and she frowned, wondering how to explain this one.
„It's like... using the available technology, they created machines capable of letting people see and take part in the stories. Like... reading an adventure book, but you can take part of the hero – in a safe way – and a lot of times affect the outcome of the story by choosing available routes... the story can take," she sighed again, biting her lower lip and looking up hesitantly – feeling slight blush hit her face when their gazes met. But she couldn't help it – he was just so... gorgeous. „There are many, many games like that available over there – and some were made to allow many people to play them together at the same time. Each person who had this... machine, could join the others... and that was called the multi-player games. And there's a game like that... about this world. The player would take the role of the Warrior of Light, and live through... her adventure. Meet Scions of the Seventh Dawn, beat the Garlemald's Empire, then met you, and discover the mystery of the Crystal Tower. But the game I played and I know... is waaay ahead of this point in time, G'raha. So if Thaliak sent them the version of the events that is supposed to take place... Yeah, I know what is going to happen."
She fell silent, letting her arms drop to her sides as their gazes clashed – his doubt still so very obvious in crimson irises. Then he frowned, and leaned back, bracing his arms on the mattress around his hips.
„That's..." he hesitated, then swallowed thickly and looked down at the floor between them. „...how you knew...? About my plan..."
„Yeah," she sighed, then unable to help herself, hesitantly moved toward him and fell to her knees in front of him, folding her arms over his lap and resting her chin on them while peering up at him with a slight, uncertain smile. He didn't move, still as a statue and looking down at her with a visible... uneasiness. „In the game... you always end up sealing the Tower with yourself inside it. It sucked, honestly... At first, I was convinced you'll join the Scions when the expedition is over – broke my heart to see you leave," she chuckled sheepishly, feeling another blush hit her face. It was so weird... to talk with him about that.
„Me... a Scion?" he laughed with disbelief and she moved away slightly to look at him with a tiny grin.
„Oh, you have no idea," she drawled, then hissed quietly when her hands against her will wrapped around his thighs and moved up them toward his hips. Mine, Surr hissed furiously when she pulled them back with inhumane effort. She was blushing up to her hairline when she looked up at him apologetically, but her breath stuttered when his sped up audibly and she saw that his beautiful, crimson you focused intently on her mouth. „S-Sorry..." she stammered, falling back to sit on her legs when she forced her hands to fist in the material of her own pants. „Surr... is losing her patience."
G'raha blinked at her owlishly for a second, then his expression darkened visibly.
„She's still... in there with you?" he whispered, closing his eyes and swallowing thickly.
„She is," Zara sighed, frowning with surprise when a slight grimace passed over his features before his face became unreadable. He folded his arms in his lap, then leaned in, and when his eyes opened again, they were... cold and sharp.
„Why... why did you slaughter those m-men?" he asked slowly, and his eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly.
Oh. She knew that one is going to bite her in the ass... she just didn't think it was going to be quite this quickly. Because...
„Rule eight," she felt her mouth move outside of her will, Surr's voice sounding more like a... feral snarl when her lips peeled back in a vicious snarl. „Protect your..."
Zara snapped her mouth close, clearing her throat as she stood up and moved away from him, glaring at the ground between them. She didn't want to affect his decision by explaining her... screwed-up state. Or mentioning that she – Zara – would die if he refuses.
„W-what was that...?" he gasped, and when she looked at him hesitantly... she saw fear in his darkened eyes. Fear... and regret – and she knew suddenly... knew that no matter what she'll say – he wouldn't agree.
Because how could she prove... any of this? As far as he knew – what he probably thought – she could be some kind of... parasite-like voidsent that attached itself to the Warrior of Light on their way out from the void and was now spinning an insane story to not be sent back.
All he knew of Surr... were the stories that others spun. The hero, the Champion... And he spent weeks with her – maybe not noticing that there was... anything wrong with her.
Take him, the... hero snarled viciously in the back of her head. Force him!
Never, she snapped back, instinctively backing away toward the door and looking anywhere but at him. I would never force... anyone. And he deserves better, anyway!
You'll die... and I'll be empty again, Surr almost whimpered now, sensing her intentions when she released the spell locking the door.
„Su... Zara, what are you... doing?" he said, slowly standing up and when she dared to look at him, he looked extremely... nervous. „Maybe... we should talk to Scions? Perhaps they can help... you?"
Help get rid of her... That's what she saw in his eyes.
That's it, she thought, swallowing thickly and fighting tears as she looked into his dark, distrustful eyes. He didn't believe her – making her decision for her. She couldn't even blame him... she lo... cared about him too much.
And in the end... wasn't that just her luck?
„Goodbye, G'raha Tia," she whispered, feeling numb as she focused on the next spell.
„Wait, don't..." he snapped, darting toward her, but she teleported away before he could reach her.
No, go back! Surr whimpered desperately. I'll behave, I swear, go back... please...
Zara swallowed thickly, blinking hard against the blaring sunlight as she looked around. She wasn't really thinking about where she was going – but she almost... smiled at the sight of bridges and platforms of Limsa Lominsa. According to Azeyma, she had a few hours before the temporary merge will start falling apart – she could at least give Surr something she never had a chance for – a proper talk with her father.
G'raha stared numbly at the space she left – his heart thundering in his throat as he wondered what he should do... now?
He wanted to believe her – Zara – too much. He wanted her... too much. And that... scared him. Her story sounded ridiculous, really... but he still wanted to believe it – but he couldn't... could he? Especially if the real Warrior was still... inside her?
All he knew – Surr could be screaming for help in there – and how could he... doom her because of his own selfish want for his soulmate?
All of this was so... fucked up!
But the way she... murdered those men – without a trial or explanation – sent a cold shiver down his back. And how she snarled at him when he asked about that... Her voice sounded terrifying – so... empty and emotionless. Protect your... what? Did she... slip up there, showing the real 'Zara'? That voice... he could easily imagine belonging to a voidsent.
G'raha almost jumped when suddenly someone banged against the door. Oh, gods... He swallowed thickly, then jumped toward the, quickly unlocking the bar she put in place when she dragged him here.
„Where is she?" a young Elzen he saw before almost... snapped at him, looking clearly upset.
„She... left," he swallowed hard, then noticed the Seeker from last night, Y'shtola, standing behind the teen. „I think..."
„How did she know?" the boy snapped again and G'raha turned his gaze toward him with uncertainty, frowning and unsure what he meant.
„Pardon?" he finally stammered, pushing the door completely open.
„What's going on?" he heard from the side, and when he peered toward it, he saw a tall, ashen-haired Hyur heading toward them from the other side of the corridor, yawning and running his fingers through his short hair. „It's way too early for..."
„Get yourself in order, Thancred, quickly," Y'shtola snapped toward him. „New orders, we're heading to Ul'dah – to warn the sultana of the plot on her life."
„What the... fuck?" the Hyur gasped, looking at her with uncertainty. „I thought... There's a party over there in the evening?"
„Surr slew Ilberd and Yuyuhase," the boy turned toward him with a dark scowl. „Which prompted their... co-conspirators to come clean and beg forgiveness. Some of Crystal Braves were paid off by Teledji Adeledji and they planned to assassinate the sultana and put the blame on Surr and us," then his blue eyes turned toward G'raha and narrowed. „Before she left... did she tell you how did she know? Or where she was going?"
With his heart in his throat, he shook his head, feeling all the blood drain from his face. Now... her story didn't sound that absurd, suddenly. Again, like with his plans... she knew something she obviously shouldn't.
„We don't have time to look for her," Y'shtola sighed, folding her arms over her chest, while the Hyur backpedaled and disappeared from where he came from. „As soon as Thancred gears up, we got to leave for Ul'dah... and hope the sultana Nanamo believe us without knowing Surr's sources. What are you going to do, Alphinaud?" she looked at the teen with a frown.
„Wait..." G'raha cleared his throat, gaining their attention. „Aren't you... more surprised about how she dealt with those men?"
„Honestly..." Y'shtola hesitated visibly, dropping her arms to her hips and narrowing her teal eyes with consideration. „Knowing our Champion...? I'm only surprised she left them off that... easy. Surr doesn't really have much... mercy when someone threatens her friends."
Protect your... friends? G'raha blinked, feeling his throat grow completely dry. That voice... was Surr? Was she the one that swung that katana? Did that mean... she was still in charge, partially at least? And if she could speak... why didn't she? All this time... why did she go along with Zara?
'Surr... is losing her patience,' she said, after her hands moved up his thighs, setting him blood on fire... but she backed away with such a... guilty expression. Unless... her whole story was indeed true – and Surr wanted to merge with her soul fully. She said... that this was somehow temporary... but she didn't say what will happen if he refuses to mate with her.
The Spiral was unbreakable – according to the lore – was it then to... lock her soul to the body? And if it was Surr who was getting impatient... why Zara was holding her back? Why didn't she admit that Surr was still there and more than... willing?
If they don't... m-mate... what will happen with Zara?
Suddenly a very sinking feeling squeezed his gut.
If she was really Surr's soul – and not a voidsent spinning an insane tale... What will happen with both of them...?
„I have to find her," he whispered, then swallowed thickly and looked at her friends. „Where would she go?"
They both shrugged, exchanging quick looks.
„You can never tell what's in her head," the boy, Alphinaud, said slowly. „She's always jumping all over the place. If you ask me... I would say that after somehow discovering that plot – she could have gone to Ul'dah, and by the time we get there, the streets will flow with blood."
He sounded serious, and Y'shtola needed slowly with an agreement, before turning away and heading down the corridor.
Not if Zara was in charge... and tried to keep Surr back. A completely new image of the Warrior of Light started to form in his head – and it wasn't... pretty.
„Maybe she'll be back soon," the teenager suggested with a sigh, „But we don't really have time to wait for her. I'm sorry, sir...?"
„G'raha Tia," he whispered numbly, wondering what to do. He had no idea where Zara would go – or even Surr, for that matter.
„I'm sorry, G'raha..." the teen nodded slowly, then something almost like... amusement flashed in his expression. „I wouldn't dare to impose in other circumstances... but we're quite short on time. Before we leave, I'll tell Minfilia, our leader, to try calling her – but if it doesn't work, could you please, stay here and wait, in case she's back? And tell her to contact me as soon as possible. We might need her... testimony to reassure the sultana."
„I..." he hesitated, swallowing thickly and his throat tightened painfully. He had a feeling... she won't be coming back. „I can," he finally whispered, dropping his gaze. He didn't have a choice, really... He had no idea where to look for her – only that she probably... didn't want to be found.
„Thank you," the teen smiled gratefully, then once the Hyur showed up again, heading past him with a dark scowl on his handsome face, Alphinaud bowed slightly toward G'raha, then joined his friend and they walked away, whispering about something fervently.
G'raha looked after them for a moment, then he backed away and closed the door with a heavy sigh. He was so... confused. He walked across the room and dropped on top of the bed with a choked groan, sitting on the edge as he folded his arms on his knees and buried his face in them, feeling his ears fall against his head miserably.
He had a sinking feeling... that he really fucked up by not believing her.
He wasn't sure how long he sat like that... before he heard the door of the room open again. He looked up with surprise, then blinked hard when she strode in, with a dark scowl on her beautiful face.
Surr – Zara? – slammed the door behind her then stalked toward him with a loud, rumbling growl.
„You're mine," she hissed, fisting her hand in his hair and pulling him up almost brutally. He gasped instinctively when she swiftly pushed him back against the mattress then crawled on top of him and pinned his arms around his head.
„Zara?" he whispered, scanning her face with his eyes carefully.
„Wrong," a slow, predatory smirk spread her pretty lips when she leaned over him. „She backed off... to let me have a talk with my father – but I figured... he can wait. I spent almost twenty years not feeling anything, G'raha. Zara... wouldn't push you and seeing her memories – I can understand that. Others ever took away her choices... and she's adamant not to do that to you. But I refuse to go back to being a fucking nothing. I refuse to let her die."
He swallowed thickly at the sight of the fire in her eyes, then froze when her words sank in.
„...die?" he whispered shakily, feeling his heart stutter nervously.
„Yeah... she'll die if we don't mate," she bared her teeth at him in a snarl. „And I'll go back to being a soulless vessel – and won't be even able to be pissed about that! The gods... they robbed me of this. Of everything! Of love, hate, joy, or anger! With her memories... about what's going to happen – we can make them pay! She promised me chaos... screwing with their plans so hard... they'll regret ever touching our souls... but she loves you too much to force the bond on you. But I... am not that scrupulous," she hissed, pulling his arms and folding them across his stomach, then pinning them down with one hand, she used the other to unfasten his vest and pull it roughly off his shoulder. „You were meant to be mine before we were born, G'raha Tia," then she tore her own vest open, and his breath stopped at the sight – glorious expanse of her pale skin almost shone in the light filling the room. Her beautiful breasts with taut, rosy tips pressed tight against his chest when she leaned against him again, and a sharp, knowing smirk tilted her pretty lips when she no longer had to hold his arms – as they suddenly got a mind of their own, and once freed, eagerly wrapped around her back, pressing her against him harder. „Don't you want me?" she cooed soothingly, trailing her lips along his jaw.
Feeling a sharp, near-brutal spike of arousal, he almost whimpered, letting one of his hands move up her back and tangle in her locks. They felt better around his fingers than he used to imagine. Almost involuntarily, he used his grip to tilt her head slightly, then lifted his head to press his nose against her throat and took a deep breath, groaning when her scent filled his head.
„Are you... r-really Surr?" he whispered against her skin, trying to care at this point. „Won't you... disappear if we... do that?"
„I will... in a way," she chuckled, then he almost jumped out of his skin when she arched slightly and rubbed against his already aching erection. He couldn't help but let his other hand drop to her hip and dig his fingers in her buttock when she started to rut against him meaningfully, trailing sharp bites down his throat. „But... I was never meant to be... this way, G'raha. I don't want to go back... to how I was. And Zara... she's better than me. She'll make them pay for what they did to us, darling. For what they did to... her. Her life in that world... it was bad. To let her die now..." she sighed, sagging against him. „Please... don't make me go back to feeling... nothing. I... can't," then she shifted above him and before he knew what happened, bit him, hard.
He arched with a choked whine, tightening his fingers in her hair into a fist, and pulling her head against his shoulder harder as the shock of pleasure-pain thrummed down his spine and right into his dick. Gods, but that felt... oh, Twelve... Without conscious thought, he rolled them over roughly with a growl, swallowing that quickly when she chuckled with satisfaction, wrapping her long legs around his hips.
„Don't you want me?" she repeated with a teasing smirk on her bloody lips, and her dark, starry eyes shone with a mix of pleading and lust as she smoothed her hands down his back.
„Are you... s-sure?" he whispered, closing his eyes and burying his flaming face against her shoulder as he couldn't help but rut into her slowly, groaning weakly when she dug her nails – hard – into his ass through the material of his pants, then rocked against each slow thrust eagerly. His heart thundered between his ears and he couldn't catch his breath... but it felt sooo insanely good... His cock throbbed painfully on each pass against her heat, and his blood bubbled in his veins, and he just couldn't... think, dizzy, as his mark pulsed in the rhythm of his heartbeat.
He never wanted anything else in his life harder than just... take her. But...
„I'm yours," she purred loudly against his throat. „Take me... Raha," her grip on him grew almost painful... and he lost his mind, it was just... too much. He snarled instinctively then bit her, growling wildly into her skin when she arched under him with a shout.
And it was the last thing he knew – before his mind simply went out.
When her senses returned slowly, Zara felt... heavy.
She frowned without opening her eyes, but it still took her a moment to realize that she didn't really feel heavy... it was that there was something heavy pinning her down against the soft surface under her. Something heavy, insanely warm, and... a slow, hot breath was hitting against the skin of her throat.
Oh, fuck... She finally dared to peel her eyes open, and yeah... there was a very soundly asleep G'raha Tia on top of her.
The last thing she could remember was stopping at the door of Surr's parents' cottage and letting her have the reins... then nothing. She was supposed to be in charge... but the Seeker somehow managed to push her down and take over completely.
God, Surr was really determined to get her way, wasn't she? She would maybe admire that... if she wasn't completely mortified about the outcome. Jesus, she didn't force him, did she? She tried to gather her bearings, peering up above his shoulder.
She was back in Surr's... her room. On her bed, pinned down under the sleepyhead... but at least it seemed that most of their clothes were intact. She knew she could and should push him off... but he was so insanely warm. And smelled really good. She almost involuntarily pressed her nose against his throat and took a deep breath, and purred instinctively. God, now his cinnamon-almond scent had a tang of citrus to it... and that smelled even better. It sent a shudder down her spine, and almost despite herself, she shifted her legs to brace them around his hips, moaning softly when it made him press against her in the most... pleasant way. Her hands, resting on the sheets around them, fisted in the material as the temptation to move them to his ass and press him harder against her grew almost unbearable.
She swallowed thickly, closing her eyes and praying for restraint – when a strange... awareness sparked in the back of her mind. It was like... nothing she ever felt before – so it took her a moment to figure out – but it felt like... another mind pressing delicately, soothingly against hers. It felt... strong and pure... and sooo good, she again purred... then flushed furiously with embarrassment.
The purring didn't feel bad, either. Just... a bit weird and embarrassing. The vibration of it was kind of... nice and soothing. But, still...
Her train of thought cut off suddenly when G'raha shifted slightly with an adorable sleepy grumble and a hot puff of air hit her skin. Zara stifled a giggle, wondering if he even knew how utterly cute that was – then dared to slowly untangle her hands from the sheets and hesitantly, delicately put them on his back. He was really so warm... the heat almost poured off him. And heavy, too, with all that muscles... but that wasn't unpleasant, either. She never had a boyfriend this muscular... but now she finally, definitely, understood the appeal.
He shifted slightly again, and she froze with a choked gasp when it made him unconsciously rub against her in the most... interesting way. She involuntarily dragged her hands down his back, then froze again. No, bad Zara! She already seemingly did enough damage... Her tail whipped against the mattress with agitation as she forced her hands up again, resting them on his shoulder blades. She had no right to fucking molest him in his sleep!
Bad, bad Zara! But, god, he was so hot...
And, of course, he shifted again, torturing her in the most delicious way, and she couldn't help but rock her hips under his weight with a choked whine of a complaint. That made all of those pretty muscles go from lax to taut quickly and she gasped at a sudden, quiet moan against her throat.
„Wha..." he murmured, then gasped, swiftly pulling back to rest his weight on his elbows around her. His handsome face was so beautifully flushed when he peered at her through his long dark-red lashes, and even the hint of dried blood on his lower lip didn't take anything of his utter beauty. „S-sorry, didn't mean to crush you..."
Zara licked her suddenly dry lips, frowning slightly when she tasted copper, but before she had time to wonder about that, his pupils dilated and his eyes shot toward her mouth. And she felt certain part of his anatomy grew quite... interested, quickly.
„I definitely... don't mind, G'raha," she chuckled sheepishly, feeling her face grow definitely... hot.
He blinked, then his crimson eyes slowly rose to hers.
„Zara?" he whispered hesitantly.
She took a deep breath, then smiled a bit shakily.
„Yeah... That's me," she closed her eyes, dropping her hands from his back as she suddenly felt just... too uncertain. Did Surr force him? Will he hate her now for that?
„All things considered, I would prefer if you called me 'Raha', okay?" he chuckled when her eyes shot wide open with surprise. Then she gasped softly when something... dark and fiery filled his eyes. „You're mine now, after all."
She blushed up to her hairline, but a slow, coy smirk bloomed on her lips.
„Am I... Raha?" she cooed, and her eyes got stuck on his mouth.
Something... insanely hot spilled over her senses, sending goosebumps across her body when he shifted to brace on one arm above her, freeing his right hand to move down and take hold of her hip and pull her tight against him as he slowly rolled his hips. She whimpered at the friction and her hands shot to his ass as she rocked against him for more.
„Definitely," he purred, then lowered his head to nip on her lower lip delicately. But when she gasped at that, his lips fell on hers with an insanely arousing growl, soon devouring her mouth. She returned the kiss as hungry, aggressively, until he started to rut against her insistently. Then she could only mewl and whimper under his lips as she pawed at him desperately, shuddering violently as the pressure in her body mounted almost too quickly. He broke the kiss with a choked groan, raising above her to tear at the fastenings of her pants. Her clouded mind registered that she was bare waist up only when his almost too-hot mouth closed around her nipple, and the feeling of his rough tongue had her arch with a choked whine, fisting her hands in his hair now.
Soon enough they were tearing at each other's clothes desperately, but she barely managed to fully open his vest before he lifted off her completely, then she giggled breathlessly as she helped him get her pants and underwear off her legs. Once freed off them, she immediately pulled him back on top of her before he had time to more than barely, impatiently, push his own pants down. She wondered briefly – hazily – if she should warn him... But lost track of that thought quickly because he was kissing her again, feeding her his desperate groan as he positioned himself against her, and she arched with a whimper when the insanely hot, thick head of his cock pressed inside her.
„S-sorry," he gasped, breaking the kiss with a choked whine. „Next time... slower, but..."
„Don't... care," she whimpered, pressing her hands under his open vest and around his chest to dig her nails harshly in the taut muscles on his back. He choked on another whine at that, then dropped his head against her shoulder as he pushed inside her deeper. To freeze with a gasp at the sudden resistance.
„Wha...?" his head shot up and his eyes were so... adorably stunned. She would laugh if she had a space of mind for that, but instead, she growled at him, then dug her heels in his backside and forced him fully inside her, in her arousal feeling barely more than a slight sting. And that arousal shot over the roof when he mewled, shuddering violently as her muscles clenched and quivered around his dick, adjusting to the intrusion. „Oh, fuck... so tight..." he whimpered, dropping his head against her shoulder again as he shook, visibly striving to keep still.
„Yes, fuck..." she hissed, dragging her nails down his back and soon squirming under him for friction. „M-more, Raha... please... more..."
„Give me... a s-second," he chuckled breathlessly, then moaned brokenly when she arched, purring loudly and insistently, at the same time clenching her muscles around his flesh. He rutted into her almost involuntarily, jerking harshly when she mewled with bliss. „Oh, Twelve..." he gasped, then braced above her again to take her mouth with a choked groan as he started to roll his hips, slowly at first. But as she whimpered under his mouth on each stroke, rocking her hips to meet them, his rhythm quickly grew in speed and strength. Before long growing almost brutal, as he fucked her while swallowing her choked noises greedily.
Zara couldn't take it, breaking the kiss with a gasp then she arched under him with a shout when the coil of heat in her abdomen snapped and incredible heat spilled over her body in nearly violent waves.
„So beautiful," he growled, but she barely heard him, mewling her bliss and shuddering as her very first orgasm shook her muscles. „...again..." and he pulled her legs up to brace against his sides as he pressed against her harder, then without breaking his insane rhythm, he bit her. And it really shouldn't feel as it did... but she screamed his name as a shock of pleasure-pain set off another round of heat. She pawed at his back desperately, trying to catch her breath as she choked on a string of breathless whimpers and curses. Finally, utterly mindless, she bit him in turn, mewling as a copper taste filled her mouth.
Raha broke his bite with a whine, then slammed inside her once, twice... and came with a choked snarl. He fell into her arms with a gasp, rutting into her slowly now as his cock throbbed, shooting her full of his seed in thick, hot spurts.
Zara struggled to catch her breath, letting her arms wrap around his shoulders while he panted harshly against her throat. Finally, after a long moment, she almost shyly untangled his messy braid and ran her fingers through his hair delicately, enjoying how smooth and soft they felt around them. And when he purred, then nuzzled against her throat... that felt incredible, too.
Figures, he would be an affectionate type, she thought with a tender smile, then delicately brushed her lips against his cheek. She ran her other hand up and down his spine, under his vest, again enjoying his heat and weight on top of her... maybe a bit too much.
„They were looking for you," he whispered against her throat, then cleared his throat maybe a bit... self-consciously at how breathy and hoarse his voice sounded. But she absolutely loved that, purring happily and nuzzling her cheek against his head until he chuckled, then rose above her on his elbows. He looked so beautiful with his hair falling around his face... her heart fluttered helplessly. She moved both of her hands around his cheeks, then pulled his in a sweet, gentle kiss, while wrapping her legs around his waist possessively.
„Who?" she finally asked after a long, long moment – enjoying his slightly dazed expression when she pulled back, letting her head fall back against the mattress and looking at him with a wide grin.
„Don't... remember," he growled, chasing her mouth and swallowing her giggle. She coiled her arms around his neck tightly, devouring his mouth with relish... until someone banged loudly against the door of Surr's... her room. They broke apart simultaneously with annoyed hisses, glaring toward the sound.
Then she caught herself with a giggle and pulled his head against her shoulder.
„Yes?!" she shouted, trying not to snort a laugh while Raha grumbled with annoyance against her throat, then sighed and sagged against her, though his hand moved to wrap around her thigh, and his fingers tapped against her skin impatiently. Sooo... cute!
„Surr? Can I come in?" a muffled, female voice called from outside. She frowned, not recognizing it.
„Not really a good moment!" she called back, then gasped with an offense when the door opened anyway. „Fuck off!" she screeched, at the same time as her... mate almost violently rolled them over, while pulling the sheets around her.
„Don't be like... oh," a tall, masked woman froze and her jaw dropped visibly.
Jesus, she always hated her, Zara thought, instinctively baring her teeth at the woman over Raha's shoulder while he almost whimpered against her throat with embarrassment.
„I said, fuck off, Lyse!" she snapped, and masked Hyur flinched as if struck.
„How do you...?" she stammered, raising her hand and touching her mask as if to make sure it was still there. Then she caught herself, and backed away, pulling the door with her until they were only slightly ajar. „Everyone is losing their mind, looking for you, Surr. If you're quite done with your... friend, Minfilia wants to see you in Ul'dah – as soon as possible."
„Okay," she growled, then huffed with an offense again when the door slammed closed, finally. They both exhaled with relief, but when Raha groaned loudly and rolled to his back, she snorted at the sight of his completely red face while she rose to sit astride him. „Awww, so adorable," she gushed, leaning over to brush her lips against his flaming cheek.
„Who was that?" he grumbled, throwing a narrowed gaze toward the door. „And what's with that... mask?"
„My least favorite Scion," she chuckled, rising again to brace her hands on his stomach. Then she sighed and frowned. „You're attuned in Ul'dah, Raha?"
He looked at her with surprise, then shook his head and she sighed again, biting her lower lip with consideration.
„Zara... are you planning to tell them that you aren't... Surr, anymore?" he asked carefully, wrapping his hands around her thighs.
„But... I am," she lifted her eyebrows slightly, bracing her hands around his head and looking at him seriously. „She's... not really gone, Raha. I am... Surr, with extra memories of Zara... but still both. She's only... more dormant now – and I don't think she'll be able to take over again... though I'm not sure of that. But the part of me that was her – the pure instinct and cold, predatory intellect... I can still feel them. And for what I have in mind... I'll need them."
„What... are you planning?" he asked, slowly sitting up and she gladly wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a tender peck on his bruised lips. „ She said... you'll make them pay...?"
Zara sighed, frowning as she coiled her tail around his waist, then rested her chin on his marked shoulder and wrapped her arms around his chest. He hesitated for a second, then kissed her throat affectionately, and curled his arms around her back tightly.
„Azeyma said that as long as I'll break the loop and face... someone – and I'll explain that part later, darling... But as long as I can do that, she doesn't care," she blushed, happy he couldn't see her face as he carefully omitted the last of the goddess's demands. „But I'll teach them a lesson, Raha. One... they soon won't forget. For messing with our souls... I'll mess up everything," she whispered, nuzzling her cheek against the tattoo on his throat. „But... I'll need your help, my Raha. So you can't seal the Tower, okay?"
„Already did it," he sighed, tightening his arms around her. „I couldn't... do it as I planned at first, not after seeing that mark."
She blinked, then grinned, wrapping around him even tighter.
„Good, darling," she praised softly, then pressed a kiss on his throat. „But we got to go... Take a shower and then meet others in Ul'dah. But, Raha..." she hesitated, then leaned away, and when he let her, looking at her with surprise while she fluttered her lashes at him and pressed her lips in a pout. „...you don't mind joining Scions, do you?"
Then she grinned mischievously when his jaw dropped.
First dominos down... so much more to go.